#larry Johnson x gn!reader

[decaying-church]

Imagine getting hurt in a mosh pit with Larry Johnson:

Warning ⚠️: drinking, hangovers, blood, bruise, mentions of mosh pits, kidnapping

Creaking your eyes opened only to be met with an overbearing light that did nothing but worsen your headache. Trying to escape the light you rolled onto your stomach, unfortunately you landed on the unforgiving hard floor, it was as though the floor knew each and every bruise on your body.

“Fucking hell…” you muttered under your breath, letting your head fall against the hard floor.

Only to immediately regret it, the pounding in your skull only increasing as you laid on the hard, old carpet.

“You good, dude?”

You looked up a bit. Hey, I know those shitty, run down, mildly bloody shoes!

You forced yourself onto your back and used your forearm to block out the light above you.

“I’m very not good.”

Larry laughed. You heard shuffling, then a warm presents next to you. Peaking over you see Larry, grinning at you.

“Makes sense, you were shitfaced last night. ‘Could barely walk. I had to carry your ass.”

Rolling your eyes you muttered, “oh woe is you. You were just as drunk as me, how come your…fine?”

Clearing his throat, Larry moved to lay on his side.

“Well, after I stopped drinking for the night, you continued to drink until you couldn’t stand, or speak, or see apparently because you bolted straight into this huge fucking wall, fell straight into the fucking pit, got trampled for a few minutes before I could pull you out.”

“Yeah, thanks for that.”

“Anytime, man.”

You jokingly smacked his arm, “you took me home after that, right?”

“Basically, but we did have to leave my car behind because we definitely weren’t fit to drive. So I uh… carried you the whole way home.”

You looked at him in shock.

“Dude, that’s like 4 whole miles.”

“Alcohol makes you do crazy shit, what can I say..”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to ignore the blaring light in your eyes.

“Still..” you said, scooting closer to him. “…I appreciate it. Who fucking knows where I’d be if it weren’t for you.”

Larry pretended to think for a moment before answering, “Definitely in the back of a white, unmarked van.”

“Yeah…probably…” you muttered, yawning.

“You should sleep. I don’t have the ingredients for a hangover cure so you're gonna have to sleep this one off.”

Closing your eyes, muttering a quick, “fuck.”

“I know, come on buddy.”

Suddenly you were being hoisted up and plopped back down on the couch. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes as sleep quickly took over you again.