Todd Morrison X Reader - Blog Posts
O read the sal x reader fic you posted where they go to the lake, I'm obsessed. Can I have the same scenario but with Larry x reader? Larry would be exactly like he is in the reffered fanfic but instead of sal, it's him who's in live with reader. Does that make sense?
Sorry for any typos, and thanks in advance :))
Larry Johnson X Reader
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i tried to make this a little different i feel Larry would have a more sillier relationship with the reader.
Legend
PunkGoddess: The reader
Constantine: Sal
Y/n’s Wife : Ash
Homophobe (liar) : Todd
skidmark : Larry
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Group Chat Name: Ghostbusters ‼️‼️‼️
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[1:32 PM] punk goddess: GUYS. GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS. Emergency.
[1:32 PM] skidmark: what did u break this time?
[1:33 PM] Y/n’s Wife: If it’s your microwave again, I’m not lending you mine.
[1:33 PM] punk goddess: EXCUSE YOU. that was ONE TIME and the hot dog exploded FIRST.
[1:33 PM] homophobe (liar): I feel like there’s context missing here, but I also don’t want it.
[1:34 PM] punk goddess: Okay okay but LISTEN!! I had a vision. A prophecy. A divine revelation from the universe itself.
[1:34 PM] Constantine: You had a Red Bull, didn’t you?
[1:34 PM] punk goddess: Yes. And also: LET’S GO TO THE LAKE. TODAY. RIGHT NOW. potential skinny dipping if Larry gets too confident let’s do it.
[1:35 PM] skidmark: why am I always dragged into ur crimes also bold of u to assume I’d get too confident i was born confident, baby
[1:35 PM] punk goddess: Oh really?? Confident enough to jump in wearing nothing
[1:35 PM] skidmark: you tryna get me naked or what?
[1:36 PM] Y/n’s Wife: …I feel like I walked into something I shouldn’t be seeing.
[1:36 PM] homophobe (liar): I second that.
[1:36 PM] punk goddess: Don’t act like y’all are innocent. Todd, I saw the way you looked at that mannequin in the mall.
[1:37 PM] homophobe (liar): That was ONE TIME. And it startled me, I thought it was a real person.
[1:37 PM] punk goddess: Sureeeee. Anyway. LAKE. Yes or yes?
[1:38 PM] Constantine: Honestly, it’s not a bad idea. Could be fun to get out of town for a bit. Music, water, no ghosts…
[1:38 PM] skidmark: Speak for urself. I’m bringing my speaker AND a cursed cassette tape.
[1:38 PM] Y/n’s Wife: I’m down. But someone better bring actual food this time. Not just whatever radioactive energy drink Larry always packs.
[1:39 PM] skidmark: ur just jealous of my neon piss
[1:39 PM] punk goddess: I will bring snacks. I’ll even cut up fruit and pretend I’m a responsible adult.
[1:40 PM] Constantine: Make sure to pack sunscreen too. We’re all way too pale for this idea.
[1:40 PM] punk goddess: Speak for yourself. I tan like a goddess. Larry tans like a confused lobster.
[1:41 PM] skidmark: wow stab me harder why dont u
[1:41 PM] punk goddess: KINKY.
[1:41 PM] Y/n’s Wife: EW STOP
[1:42 PM] homophobe (liar): Too late. The damage is done.
[1:42 PM] Constantine: So… we’re actually doing this?
[1:42 PM] punk goddess: HELL YEAH. I’m already putting together a playlist called “Drown the dogs.”
[1:43 PM] skidmark: can’t wait to be blinded by ur trash taste in music
[1:43 PM] punk goddess: Can’t wait to see you shirtless. Wait what? Who said that?
[1:43 PM] Y/n’s Wife: You did. Just now.
[1:44 PM] punk goddess: Suspicious. Anyway, we’re meeting at my place in an hour. Don’t flake or I’ll come to your houses and cry aggressively.
[1:44 PM] homophobe (liar): Noted.
[1:44 PM] Constantine: I’ll bring drinks.
[1:45 PM] skidmark: I’ll bring my devilish charm.
[1:45 PM] punk goddess: That and swim trunks Larry PLEAse.
[1:45 PM] Y/n’s Wife: you both have such a hard on for each other
[1:46 PM] punk goddess: See you soon, you filthy gremlins!
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Sprawled out sideways on Larry’s bed, you turned over, pressing your cheek against the cool blanket as you glanced at the two boys across the room. Larry was sitting cross legged on the floor, sketchbook in his lap, glancing up at you with one brow raised. Sal was lounging against the wall nearby, hands in his hoodie pockets, quiet and observant as always. The light filtering through the window hit just right, and everything felt kind of… perfect.
You grinned. “guys im shitting bricks im so excited”
Sal smiled faintly under his mask. “I cant say im not, its good to be outside”
“I regret nothing,” you replied, kicking your legs a little. “This lake thing it’s gonna be good, right? Like, really good.”
Larry looked up. “Yeah. It’ll be cool to get out of town for a bit. Been a while since we all hung out like that.”
You sat up, tugging your patched up jacket around your shoulders. “It’s been forever since I went out into the water. Not like, feet dangling off a dock. I mean swimming. ”
Sal gave a small laugh. “You guys definitely have fun with that I still might sit on the side.”
You turned to face them both fully now, eyes bright. “One day ill have you in the water, count your days, l’m seriously so excited. Like absurdly. I didn’t even realize how much I missed this kind of stuff.” Then suddenly, your eyes widened. “Wait.”
Larry blinked. “Uh oh.”
“WAIT,” you repeated, bolting upright like you’d been struck by lightning. “I have to get ready. I gotta oh my god I need to go home right now”. You were vibrating, practically bouncing in place, the tips of your spiked choker jingling with every movement. “I gotta get stuff. I gotta have snacks, floaties, my underwater speaker WHERE’S MY STUPID SPIDER MAN TOWEL?!”
Sal tilted his head. “We’re not leaving yet.”
“Exactly! Which means I have time to overprepare!” you jumped to your feet, pacing toward the door. Oh my god, I need to clean my portable speaker. What if it’s still got sand in it from the last time?!”
“my girl chillax,” Larry said, watching you with amusement.
“I live in a constant state of prepared, thank you,” you replied dramatically, You dashed for the door, but not before stopping in your tracks like a cartoon character slamming on invisible brakes. You whipped around and made a beeline for Sal.
“Come here, Blue Boy.”
He blinked. “Uh what ”
You grabbed the sides of his head with both hands, leaned in, and pressed a kiss to the mouth of his mask with a big dramatic MWAH. Sal just sat there, stunned, eyes wide beneath his bangs. “That’s for being pretty,” you said with a wink, then turned to Larry, who immediately raised his hands.
“Oh no. Nope. Keep those lips away ”
“TOO LATE, BABYGIRL.”
You lunged forward, grabbed his face like he was made of Play Doh, and squished his cheeks so hard his lips puckered like a goldfish. Then you smooched his cheek with obnoxious enthusiasm.
“BLESSINGS UPON YOUR SOUL,” you declared like a cryptid giving gifts before returning to the woods.
“Jesus” Larry wiped his face with his sleeve. “You’re outta your damn mind.”
You shot finger guns at them both as you bolted through the door. “ILL SEE YOU BOTH IN A HOUR! GET PIZZA OR SOMETHING!!! LARRY I TRUST YOULL GET ME THE WHITE MONSTER”
The door slammed behind you, your boots stomping down the hallway like the drums of war. There was silence for a second. Larry and Sal just sat there, blinking.
“…I’m gonna kill her,” Larry muttered.
Sal tilted his head, still a little pink. “You’re smiling.”
“…shut up.”
The sun shimmered on the lake’s surface, soft waves lapping against the shore while the portable speaker played something upbeat in the background. You were out by the edge, ankle deep in the water, sunglasses perched on your head and a towel wrapped around your hips, laughing at something Ash was saying as she lobbed a pebble into the water.
Back up on the grass, Sal and Larry were sitting near the cooler under the shade of a tree, both half watching the others with lazy contentment. Sal sipped from a can of soda, the eyes behind his mask glinting with mischief. “You know,” he said casually, “it’s kinda funny.”
Larry glanced over. “What is?”
“You got a kiss on the cheek…” Sal tilted his head, then lightly tapped the front of his mask. “I got one on the mouth.”
Larry squinted. “Don’t start.”
Sal leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “I dunno, man. Felt kinda intimate. Real sweet. Thought maybe I should shoot my shot. Might be stealing your girl.”
Larry choked on his own drink. “She’s not my girl!” Sal just hummed. Larry rubbed his hand over his face, groaning. “You’re so annoying.”
“You’re so jealous,” Sal said calmly, smiling behind the mask.
“I am not.” Larry scowled, even though his ears had turned the faintest shade of pink. “It was a joke. She’s like that with everyone.”
“Sure,” Sal said, taking another sip. “Believe what you wanna believe but calls you sexy punk god?.”
Larry blinked. “Wait she said that?”
“No,” Sal said, then smirked. “But I did. In the group chat. Changed her name. ‘Punk Goddess of the Apocalypse.’ Go check.”
Larry grabbed his phone instantly, thumbs flying.
Sal chuckled again. “Told you.”
Larry stared at the screen. Sure enough, her contact had been changed in the group chat to: PUNK GODDESS OF THE APOCALYPSE.
“Okay…” Larry leaned back, trying to act chill but definitely failing. “Okay, but like… that’s fair. Because she is. She’s got the look”
“So you do agree with me,” Sal said, amused.
Larry laughed under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “Id have to be on the hard stuff to not believe that but even so I'd still find her beautiful”
“Oh?” He exhaled slowly, eyes drifting back toward the water where you were now trying to balance on a slippery rock and muttering curses under your breath. “She’s the whole damn package you know? Like if a Molotov cocktail wore fishnets and had a laugh that made you think about your life choices”
Sal gave a low hum, listening. “She’s punk in the real way,” Larry continued, tone softening. “Not just the clothes. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks, she’s loud when she wants to be, soft when she feels like it, and she’s got this weird thing where she always knows what to say when I’m spiraling. Like… she gets it. And she’s so goddamn cool it makes me feel stupid.”
Sal tilted his head. “a lot of thoughts right there”
“Dude.” Larry scoffed. “She’s like… cool in a ‘rips cigs on rooftops at 3 a.m. while yelling at the moon’ kinda way. She throws glitter in people’s faces and then tells them to eat shit. That's kind of cool.”
Sal snorted. “That’s specific.”
“I’ve thought about it.”
Larry took another sip, then ran a hand through his hair again. “And she’s hot, man. Like, obnoxiously hot. Those lips? I want those all over me FOR THAT MATTER! i want to be all over her. she always smells like smoke and strawberry lip balm, which shouldn’t be sexy but somehow it is. She wears these stupid little chain belts that don’t hold up anything and her boots could crush me and I’d thank her for it.”
Sal let out a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really in it,.”
“I’m drowning,” Larry muttered while grabbing sals arms. “I’ve been drowning. She could say my name and I’d bark.”
Sal shook his head, amused. “You ever gonna tell her?”
Larry scoffed. “Yeah, let me just walk up and say, ‘Hey, hot sexy amazing mamacita of my dreams, wanna kiss me on the actual mouth this time instead of my fish lips face squish?.”
“You could try,” Sal offered, almost helpful. “She might surprise you.”
Larry threw his head back. “Nah. I’m the best friend. The face smushing, cheek kissing best friend. That’s my role in the grand narrative.”
Sal tilted his head, watching him. “it doesn't have to be like that I dont think”
Larry’s ears were on fire now. “Shut up.”
“Not judging. Just… interesting.”
“Whatever, man.” Larry tossed a twig toward him. “You’re just trying to mess with me.”
Sal snorted again. Larry looked back toward you, eyes softening. You had finally succeeded in climbing the rock and were now dramatically posing like a pirate with one boot in the air, yelling something about claiming the lake in the name of emotional damage. He laughed quietly to himself. “god theres not a lot to not love about her.”
“You’re pathetic,” Sal said without looking up, fiddling with the speaker’s volume.
“Thanks, man,” Larry muttered, still sprawled in the grass, one arm over his face like the sun itself had betrayed him. “Really appreciate the emotional support.” Before Sal could retort, a shadow passed over them followed by a familiar voice, all sunshine and danger.
“Okay, it’s so hot I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt into soup.”
Larry’s arm immediately dropped from his face. You stood above them, grinning wide, sunglasses sliding down your nose, hands on your hips. Your jacket was already off and your boots half unlaced.
“Water time,” you declared, toeing off the rest of your shoes. “This goth goblin’s about to be a lake nymph.”
Larry blinked once. Then twice. And then you were tugging your shirt up, peeling it off in one smooth, unbothered motion. His brain stopped immediately. You weren’t even doing anything on purpose you were just trying not to trip on your own pants while laughing about how they were sticking to your thighs but Larry was gone. Fully lost. Mentally kicked in the gut. Your bikini was black with silver safety pin accents, and paired with your tattoos and bedhead hair, you looked like the final boss in a sexy horror game.
Sal side eyed him. “Don’t pass out.”
“I’m fine,” Larry wheezed.
“You’re red.” “I’m sunburned.” “It’s only been fifteen minutes.” “Genetics.”
You stretched with a groan, arms overhead, hips swaying slightly as you let the sun hit your skin. Larry stared like he was about to have a heatstroke. Then, suddenly, you turned to him with that familiar little grin, sharp and playful.
“Alright, come on, Trash Prince.” You crouched and tugged at his wrist. “You’re coming in with me.”
“Wha wait hey ” Larry barely had time to sit up before you were already trying to drag him to his feet, hands clutching his.
“I am not letting you sit around being all hot and bothered under this tree while I get lake water up my nose alone.”
“I’m not hot,” Larry blurted, flustered.
“Oh, shut up, you totally are,” you said, eyes glittering as you yanked on his arm again.
Larry stumbled a little, brain short circuiting. “Wait hold on before I go get absolutely murdered by the lake, I, uh ” He dug into the cooler beside him, half panicked. “I brought you something.”
You paused, curious. “For me?”
He pulled out the offering like it was some sacred relic. “White Monster. Your holy grail.” You gasped like you’d been handed a family heirloom made of diamonds.
“No. No way.” You dropped to your knees beside him like it was a goddamn proposal. “You legend. You absolute feral prince.” And without hesitation, you launched yourself forward and hugged him, arms around his shoulders, your bare skin pressed against his shirt as you squeezed him.
Larry’s entire body locked up like a cursed doll.
“Oh my god, I love you,” you mumbled into his neck, practically in his lap now. “You understand me on a spiritual level.”
Larry’s soul left his body. Your thigh was across his, your chest lightly pressed to him, and you smelled like sunscreen and sweat and that fucking hint of strawberry lip balm. His hands hovered awkwardly midair like he didn’t know where to put them without catching on fire.
“I uh I ” he stammered.
You pulled back, cupping his cheeks. “Larry. Lawrence. Lorenzo Von Hot Topic. I am going to cannonball with that Monster in my hand and scream your name.”
Sal, still nearby, snorted so hard he nearly dropped his phone.
Larry, beet red and wide eyed, coughed into his fist. “Y’know, if you wanted to straddle me and yell my name, there are… simpler ways.”
You grinned like a demon. “Down, boy.”
Larry gave a strangled laugh, caught somewhere between aroused panic and blessed euphoria. You winked, then finally stood and popped the Monster open, chugging half of it with a dramatic sigh of relief. “Alright! Now I’m ready to raise hell.” And with that, you skipped toward the lake.
Larry groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”
He stood up slowly, like he’d just been hit with emotional whiplash, and started pulling off his shirt, shaking out his hair and kicking off his boots. He grumbled under his breath the whole time, tossing his wallet chain onto the towel beside Sal. As he tugged off his jeans and stood there in swim trunks, Sal gave a low whistle. “Damn. Didn’t know you were packing ‘lake dad’ abs under there.”
Larry shot him a flat look. “Shut up.”
Sal held up his hands. “Hey, I’m just saying at this rate, you two are gonna end up making out in the lake and I’m gonna need to leave out of respect.”
Larry flipped him off, already walking backward toward the water. “Yaya. Suck my toes, Sal.”
“Hard pass,” Sal called, chuckling.
The lake water was cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the blazing sun above. It hit just above your waist now, rippling gently around you as you waded in deeper, squinting against the brightness. Behind you, a loud splash erupted as Larry finally threw himself in arms flailing, long hair whipping as he surfaced with a dramatic gasp.
“Hell yeah!” he shouted.“I told you!” you said, spinning to face him. “Nature rules!”
He swam closer, a grin creeping across his face. “You gonna baptize me in lake water now, thou Pope of Punk?”
You narrowed your eyes. “No. I’m gonna drown you.”
And with zero hesitation, you lunged at him. Water sloshed violently as Larry ducked and caught you mid pounce, both of you nearly tipping over in a mess of limbs and splashes. You laughed so hard it echoed across the lake. Back on the shore, Sal, Ash, and Todd sat on a shared towel, watching with amusement. Sal had his knees up, hands resting over them, calm as ever. Ash leaned on his shoulder, chewing on a piece of watermelon, while Todd filmed the chaos on his phone.
“Ten bucks says one of them actually drowns,” Ash said, chuckling.
Sal tilted his head. “I think we’re just witnessing some fucked up version of foreplay.”
Todd didn’t look up. “I’m sending this video to Larry’s mom.”
Back in the water, you were locked in a play fight with Larry, both of you laughing, slipping, pushing each other only to catch one another at the last second. He grabbed your wrist and tried to drag you under gently, only for you to twist away, reach down, and pull up a long, slimy string of lakeweed.
“Oh no,” Larry said instantly. “Don’t you dare.”
You were already laughing too hard to be stopped. With perfect aim, you flung the soggy green mess through the air. It hit Larry right on the head slapping wetly and then staying there like a wig.
“LARRY! You look like a sexy swamp witch!”
“WHY is it sticking?!”
“You’ve been chosen!” You nearly fell over again, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard. “I can’t breathe, it's in your hair!”
Larry flopped forward, grabbing another handful of lakeweed. “You’re gonna regret this.”
“OH SHIT !”
Cue full on water war wrestling, neither of you winning, but neither of you wanting to stop either. Your laughter mixed with his, echoing off the lake surface like music.
Back on the beach, Sal looked to Ash and Todd. “You think they’re ever gonna just admit it?”
Ash shook her head. “Not a chance. We’re gonna have to hold a intervention.”
Todd smirked. “With PowerPoint slides.”
Sal nodded. “Title: ‘Just Kiss Already.’”
And in the water, Larry was still yelling something incoherent about vengeance while you tackled him again, both of you soaked and breathless, but smiling like idiots the whole time. The sun was starting to dip lower now, turning the lake golden. The heat had softened, and a lazy breeze skimmed the surface of the water as the group’s laughter finally died down.
Ash stretched with a yawn from where she lounged near the cooler. “Alright, freaks. I’m officially waterlogged and sun kissed. We’re heading out.”
You stopped halfway through dunking Larry and looked toward shore. “Aww, really? You guys suck.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Todd said as he stood, brushing grass off his shorts. “Try not to summon any demons while we’re gone.”
“No promises!” you called back, saluting with two fingers and a grin.
Sal slung a bag over his shoulder, flashing his usual lowkey smile. “Don’t get arrested. Or possessed.”
“Those are both on you,” Larry shot back, swimming backward toward you.
Ash winked as she turned. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Which, to be fair, isn’t much.”
You flipped her off lovingly. “Love you too, wife.”
One by one, your friends started heading back up the hill, chatting and laughing faintly as they disappeared past the trees. A little bit of quiet settled over the lake. The distant sounds of birds and the ripple of water returned. You turned back to Larry, floating lazily next to you now, hair slicked back and that seaweed still hanging from one ear.
“Well,” you said, drawing your hands through the water. “It’s just us now.”
Larry lifted a brow, his voice all drawl. “So it is. What ever will we do.”
You snorted, lightly kicking water toward him. “Careful. Alone time with me has been known to cause heart palpitations.”
He smirked, but there was something softer under it now something quieter. “I’ll take the risk.” You drifted beside each other for a few moments, water gently moving around your shoulders, both of you letting the silence stretch in that way it only can when it’s comfortable.
Then, you looked over at him, head tilted. “Thanks for staying.”
Larry met your gaze, slower now. “Yeah… ‘course.”
You were both quiet again, but something had shifted. The sun was brushing your cheekbones with gold, making your skin look warm and bright, and Larry found himself biting his cheek to keep from blurting out anything stupid. “I like this,” you said finally, voice a little softer than before. “Just… being here. With you.”
Larry stared for a second. “Yeah. Me too.”
You turned to float on your back, sighing. “It’s been a while since everything felt like… not too much.”
He let his eyes linger on you your silhouette against the setting sun, the little smile on your lips. “With you,” he said under his breath, “everything’s just the right amount of too much.”
You cracked an eye open. “What was that?”
Larry immediately splashed water at you. “Nothing. Shut up.”
You sputtered and lunged at him again, laughing like always but that little warmth stayed tucked between you both, like the lake itself had caught on and wasn’t quite ready to let the day end just yet. The lake was quieter now. The sun had nearly dipped behind the tree line, casting long, warm shadows across the water. The surface shimmered gold, broken only by the lazy ripples around you and Larry.
You swam up behind him silently, arms slipping around his bare waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. Larry blinked, startled for half a second before relaxing into your hold. His heart was pounding like a damn kick drum in his chest. You were so warm behind him, body pressed gently to his, the kind of closeness that meant everything and nothing depending on what it was.
that’s what was killing him. He tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on the lake horizon. He thought about all the times you teased him. The way you always called him hot. How you clung to him, ruffled his hair, kissed his cheek, left him breathless in a hundred different ways but never said what it all meant.
His fingers flexed a little in the water. He could hear Sal’s voice in his head. “it doesn't have to be like that I dont think”
Larry exhaled, his voice low and careful. “Hey.”
You hummed. “Mmh?”
“What is this?”
You blinked. “What’s what?”
“This.” He shifted just slightly in your hold. “Us. You and me.”
You slowly floated around to face him, confused. “Larry, what are you ?”
“I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck, wet hair sticking to his fingers. His eyes were darting anywhere but you now. “All the flirting. The kissing. Is it just, like… for fun? Just for shits? Or do you actually… y’know… mean any of it?”
You blinked at him for a second. Really looking at him now. His brows were furrowed, his lips tight, but behind all that sarcasm and swagger, he looked scared. Scared of being the only one who’d fallen too hard. You didn’t answer with words at first. Instead, you swam in close, arms sliding up over his shoulders, fingers locking behind his neck. His breath caught instantly, chest stilling beneath the surface of the water.
You looked at him gently now, eyes soft, voice calm in a way he wasn’t used to hearing from you. “Larry… you’re not a joke to me.” He stared. “You’re everything I’ve wanted. Youre so fucking weird. I love the music you play. The dumb little drawings. The way you yell when you lose at Mario Kart.” You grinned. “The way you look at me like I built the whole damn sky.”
His lips parted, but nothing came out. You leaned in a little closer.
“I flirt with you because I can’t help it. I kiss your cheek because I’m not brave enough to kiss your mouth. But I want to. I’ve wanted to for a long time.” Larry was frozen. Staring at you like you’d just flipped the entire planet on its head. “Are you gonna say something,” you teased softly, “or just stand there looking like a drowned deer?”
Larry let out a choked, breathy laugh relieved, still processing.
“I just…” He swallowed. “I thought I was being an idiot.”
“You are an idiot,” you whispered, grinning. “But you’re my idiot.”
He smiled then. Really smiled. The kind he rarely let anyone see.
“Yeah?” he murmured.
You nodded, foreheads nearly touching now. “Yeah.”
And with the sun melting behind you and the water still as glass, Larry leaned in finally closing the space the two of you had been dancing around for years.