Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
—How Larry acts and what he does when he's at a metal concert with his gf.
A/n: This is just a little headcannon, but I'm prob gonna self-indulge and make a full fic about it. Just got back from the Atlanta concert for White Chapel, 200 stab wounds, brand of sacrifice, and another band I can't remember the name of. I got my shit rocked in that mosh pit but yk, it was fun. Ppl were passing around blunts in the stairwell beside the parking so that was dope.
During a metal concert, especially a heavy one (like white chapel or 200 stab wounds), yall will either be in the very front or in the back because the center is the mosh pit. And unless you like it, he’s not going in it without you.
He’s the type of boyfriend who will be behind you at the rail, arms either side of you like the whole time. And when they’re crowd surfers, he’s making sure you don’t get kicked or hurt.
Like he is putting his hands up to push the person to the guys end of the stage before you can even think to try and help lift the surfer.
Larry, if you’re in the back and you’re short, will lift you onto his shoulders so you can see. We’ve all seen Larry when they’re like in college, I think it’s chapter four, but man has got some biceps.
Larry is head banging like a mf with you.
He learns how to growl and death growl, and will say “we have Will Ramos at home.”
Larry will grab your hips to pull you close to him if people are being pushy. Like he’s all about concert vibe and the mosh pit n shit, but he’s making sure you’re safe.
If there’s a wall of death? He’s not letting you in it. He’s totally gotten black eyes or stupid injuries from doing that.
Larry who is also fucking you in the car to Sanity’s fall. I mean you are grabbing onto the arm rest between the seats and he’s sitting in the back, hands on your hips and fucking up into you. It’s either really slow because he’s tired or high, or really fast and aggressive because he still has a lot of adrenaline from the concert.
And when you get home, even if he doesn’t want too, you’re forcing him in the shower. Because being shoulder to shoulder and covered in 30 different flavors of B.O is not it.
Refuses to let you out of bed once he has his arms wrapped around you. Back against the headboard, you between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.
You’d been moving around Larry’s apartments the entire day, cleaning every single room until it was spotless.
Larry couldn’t understand it, poor man just wanted to wrap you up in his arms, smoke a blunt and get cozy for a movie.
And it took all damn day to get you into bed with him. And when he had you with him, you wouldn’t be moving for the next four hours.
His long hair was tied into a messy bun, courtesy of you skitzing about his hair tickling your neck, and he rested his chin on your shoulder. Watching as you rolled a blunt with the manga flavored cigarillo shell you’d snagged from Sal earlier that day.
“I don’t think mango’s gonna taste good.” Larry mumbled, his breath fanning your neck.
“Hush now,” reaching behind you, you blindly touched at his face till you found his mouth, “it’ll taste amazing.”
It in fact did not. Larry coughed like it was his first time hitting a blunt and cringed. His nose wrinkling as he immediately handed it back to you. “Like I said, it doesn’t match.”
“I dunno what’s wrong with you, but this shit slaps. Thank you very much.” You just huffed, and took a deep drag before blowing it in his face.
“You are so lucky I’m in love with you.” Larry rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms tighter around you.
“You’re obsessed with me.” You grinned before paying attention to the show Larry had begged you to watch with him.
I'm in my Sally Face era for the billionth time 🤭