Larry Romano

AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATIONNNN

[larry-thegreaser]

Intro Post

Out Of Character;

This is a Larry 'Peanut' Romano RP/ASK blog, made for fun, please remain respectful and atleast somewhat family friendly! Roleplay interactions are very welcome !!

I'll happily interact with other RP blogs and oc's, but this blog has a set ship and it is; Jonut. Johnny is broken up with Lola, but she is still part of the greasers, her an larry are more frenemies.

Bisexual Johnny and Lola implied !!

This takes place in roughly 2007-2008. My version of Larry is roughly 17 and is spanish-italian.

if you want me to send an art ask / response, just let me know!! seriously, i love doing it.

In Character;

Heya Baby! My name 's Larry, but most people take to callin' me Peanut.

i'm 17 and made this ol' thing to have some fun outside the greasers.

not that theres anything wrong with the greasers, johnny is doin' great! just- i want- it's good to-

ah. y'all get it.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry my man ur so cool don't explode 😂😂😂😂😂 we should be friends

why would i explode... well, i'll try my best 🫡

hell yeah, we should totatlly hang out sometime!! y'er real cool, man!

[thekingaroundheree]

hi hello >.< sorry chat the long reblog thread was getting hard to read and also it felt right to slightly switch for like the setting chang #autism #OCD

anyways; @larry-thegreaser

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By the time Larry woke up, Johnny was surprisingly still asleep, out like an old dog on the warm floor. Larry honestly thought he'd be the last one up; maybe it was because that was his first full night of sleep in roughly a week and a half, or some strange miracle, but he felt great! for once, he wasn't aching with the heavy sleep stuck in his bones or the permanent exhaustion that fogged his mind.

He laid still for a few minutes, absorbing as much of Johnny's warmth as he could before he decided to get up for the day. he sat up carefully, shifting the bedding away from himself as he crawled over Johnny and his feet hit the floor. his glasses were the first thing he reached for, not bothering with contacts today. he slipped into the slippers by his bedroom door and slipped out of the room as quietly as he could.

He went straight to the bathroom, flicking on the light and rummaging around for his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet; he brushed his teeth a bit roughly, took his meds - which he still hasn't really told Johnny or the others about, yet - and headed for the kitchen, smiling warmly as he heard the lively music coming from his mother's old radio and felt her lively energy.

a wide grin stretch as he peeked around the wall to greet her for the first time in days, a bubbly feeling blooming in his chest, "hmmmm? who's this lovely lady takin' up my kitchen, huh?" he dipped under the poorly hung banner his sister, Mara, put up a few days prior and headed straight into his Mami's arms.

They spoke for a while, dancing around each other throwing together whatever they had for a somewhat decent breakfast before Larry slipped away to wake up Johnny, an easy smile staying on his face as he re-entered his bedroom.

Johnny had since tangled himself up in the sheets and somehow lost a sock, but he looked comfortable.

Larry crouched by the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over the side and snickering to himself at Johnny drooling, before lifting a hand to start poking at his cheeks carefully, "C'mon, baby.. 's time to get up."

poke, poke.

"Mami's makin' breakfast~"

sorry if i suck and should die 😟

Johnny stirred in bed, lightly shoving Larry’s hand away from his cheek in his sleepy state. He shot awake the second he felt Larry’s lips on his neck, a raspberry being blown— both the noise and sensation mixing together and waking him up. He’d been so on edge lately that he would’ve probably punched Larry if he hadn’t seen his boyfriend’s face first.

Johnny was one of those people who were the worst to wake up when they were deep in sleep. Because of how drowsy he was, he barely acknowledged Larry at first— kicking off the covers and sitting up, burying his face into his hands as his fingers dragged down his face. A groan slipped past his lips knowing he had to get up.

Johnny had been sleeping alone in the tenements for weeks. His sleep schedule was a bit crappy. Firstly, this was the first time sleeping at Larry’s in months. Secondly, he wasn’t used to waking up with someone near him because of how long he’s gone without sleeping with Larry. Lastly, he was usually alone in the tenements, giving him free will to do as he pleased. Those were all factors that played into why he’d been so rude when being woken up by Larry.

“Gimme like five minutes..” he mumbled to his boyfriend, still sitting up in the bed. He sighed as his boyfriend left the room; the door of the room was left cracked open. He didn’t even know how long he’d been sitting there until the light filtering through the blinds registered in his brain. With not many choices, he forced himself to stand, pulling on his old t-shirt which he’d discarded in the middle of the night and heading to the bathroom in a t-shirt and Larry’s pajama pants.

He brushed his teeth using the spare toothbrush Larry had bought for him god knows when, spitting it out into the sink and wiping the toothpaste from his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed the back of his hand onto the fabric of the pants with his free hand turning on the faucet to splash his pale face. He stared daggers at the mirror, eyes fixated on the small pimple that had formed on his forehead. Not wanting Larry to see him like that— so gross and riddled with acne (as if it wasn’t just ONE pimple)— he brushed his bangs over his forehead and exited the bathroom.

He practically got trampled by Mara, her small arms wrapping around his legs, he giggles filling the hallway as he rested his hands on her shoulder and rocked them both back and forth. He released his grip, bending down to pick her up and resting her on his hip as he walked down the hall, free hand smoothing out his hair. He wanted to put a little effort into his look— wanting to look decent around his boyfriend’s ma.

“Morning.” Johnny said, walking over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek when Larry’s mother wasn’t looking.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry chuckled over a mug of coffee, eyes the back of his mother's head as Johnny pulled away - it wasn't that she didn't know about them, or worse, was unsupportive; Larry was pretty sure she was their biggest fan, but Johnny always seemed a bit shy and hesitant around his parents. he always assumed it was because his father, the one time he did see Johnny with Larry. it was just a joking kiss on the back of his hand, but his father was known to... overreact.

"Eeeewww!! you guys are soooo gross!!" a squeaky voice erupted from behind them, causing Larry to look back and grin widely - Johnny jumped a bit, assumably not used to such a loud house so early - And blow a raspberry towards his little brother, "Oh please, y'er just jealous, ya lil' runt." he ruffled Santos already messy hair.

The pre-teen scoffed as loud as he possibly could, crossing his arms as he looked towards Johnny, eyeing him up and down like he does every time he sees him, "Like this greaseball is anything to be jealous of, he looks like a rat-!" he was swiftly interrupted by a rough smack upside his head from Larry, "That's enough outta you."

Larry took Mara from Johnny and set her down to sit on the counter, letting her watch their mother cook, before taking Johnny's arm gently and tugging him towards the living room, mumbling apologies for his little brother's behavior - not that he wasn't always like that, he seemed to have a grudge against Johnny specifically.

Larry fell into the couch with a muffled wince, letting Johnny follow at his own pace as his hand wrapped around himself and pressed against a spot on his back for a moment.

The twins, Cleo and Carlos, were watching a bright cartoon on the TV - Larry's mother must have brought it out before either of them woke up - and drawing whatever come to their minds, they didn't bother to acknowledge Johnny, but Cleo did pause for a second when she heard Larry's usual pained noise.

"Sorry, i know ya don't usually wake up to everything already so lively, but, ya'know.. can't really help when there's so damn many of us." Larry smiled wide and planted a kiss of his own onto the corner of Johnny's mouth, before shifting to sit with his arm against the arm of the couch, legs getting thrown over Johnny's lap.

[thekingaroundheree]

“‘S alright..” Johnny mumbled, still a bit tired and not used to the noisy house. His head was pounding for some reason, resting it back against the couch and shutting his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to shoot back up again when Mara yanked his hair. He rubbed at his sore scalp as Larry leaned over the couch, picking her up and placing her on his lap, fingers combing through her hair. “Wow. I’m jealous.” Johnny teased lightly with a laugh, turning his attention to kiss one of the twin’s head after they’d scooted close to his legs.

The only siblings in the household who really liked him were the twins, thinking he was insanely cool. He did like them though, thought they were cute and they surprisingly looked a bit like him when he was little. Johnny had known them since they were still crawling around, mainly because him and Larry had been friends since childhood. Even since childhood, Johnny had always been awkward around their family— though he was never impolite. It was that shy awkwardness, mumbling a small “thank you” after meals or after Larry’s mom dropped him off.

He’d always been teased by Larry, mainly because Larry thought it was wicked cute seeing his boyfriend still asking him if he needed to take of his shoes the moment he stepped in the door. He’d also been terrified of Larry’s father ever since that one time where he’d mustered up the confidence to grab something from the fridge and immediately got yelled at by Larry’s father. He ended up not going to his house for a month after that. He shivered at just the memory of it still.

He leaned over to kiss Larry’s jaw, hand rested on Larry’s thigh softly stroking it. The smell of breakfast filled the air which would’ve made Johnny’s mouth water if he had been hungry. Johnny wasn’t really in the mood for breakfast, planning to sneakily give his portions to Larry without him noticing or put his plate on the table and let Larry’s siblings fight over it. He felt a bit guilty thinking about, mainly because he didn’t want Mrs. Romano thinking he didn’t appreciate her cooking when in reality he could probably scarf down three plates of her spaghetti if he was hungry enough.

“Gonna take a leak.” Johnny said, tapping Larry’s thigh signaling for him to move his legs. He stood up, walking quickly past the kitchen to avoid awkward small talk and going to the bathroom.

He scrubbed his hands clean, looking at himself in the mirror as he slid the bar of soap over his hands. His hands found the towel hung up beside the bathroom mirror, quickly drying them off and exiting. He came back out only to realize everyone was at the dining room table, quickly taking his spot next to Larry only to find his plate already picked clean by the Romano siblings. He was surprisingly grateful for it.

His hand found Larry’s under the table, turning his head towards the end of the table where Larry’s mother sat. He felt Larry’s thumb stroking the back of his hand which made focusing on the words harder to do. He didn’t even realize he asked her a question until half the table was staring at him.

“Oh.. I uh..” Johnny swallowed.

[larry-thegreaser]

[] tumblr dont PISS ME OFF. thin ice today, tumblr, i swear..

Larry nudged Johnny's side carefully with his elbow, before looking over to meet his mom's eyes, "He's alright, ma, just not a big breakfast guy, ya'know?" he smiled that way he did when he wouldn't allow anymore questions - not it a rude way, or anything, it was just a gentle hush-up to whoever he walk speaking to.

"Yeah, i bet he's full up on you already!" Santos burst into crackly laughter, voice high in the rough puberty phase - his laughter only stopped when Larry gave his leg a kick under the table, face starting to burn, "Would you shut y'er damn mouth?" he scowled as his little brother, already annoyed with his teasing.

Mrs. Romano's soft laughter cut their arguing short, "Boys, enough o' that.. we don't want to scary away out dear Johnny, now do we?" she threw Larry specifically a small, teasing look as she said that, making his face burn harder as he pouted and looked down at his plate, mumbling an apology.

Once they settled again, the twins picking on Santos and Mara telling a very detailed story about her pet unicorn to her mother, Larry looped his ankle around Johnny and focused on him, "Hah, ain't y'er typical morning, i bet?" his gaze slipped down to look at Johnny's arm as his fingers tapped at his skin softly, before quickly finding his eyes again, "Anyway, I promised Hal i'd find some time to hang out with everyone this week, really been slackin' on ya.."

his eyes slipped away for a moment; he felt a bit guilty, putting work over his friends for the last couple of months, but he didn't have much of an option recently, with his dad..

"Maybe we go to the fair this weekend? or we could always do a movie night, i know Lo 'as been yammerin' about a new movie for days now.." He snapped back to focusing on Johnny, his usual bright smile plastered across his slightly cut up lips - the bruise near his chin was new, small and was decorated with a cut over it, but he refused to let it bother him.

[thekingaroundheree]

His expression faltered looking at his boyfriend’s face. Johnny smiled at him but it didn’t really reach his eyes, staring back down at the floor. His hand found Larry’s wrist, keeping a gentle grip as he traced his vein with his thumb. “I dunno I figured we could go somewhere wit’ just us, baby. Like ya’know, not wit’ da guys or Lols.. just us.” Tell him Johnny. Tell him ya miss him. Johnny thought as his thumb traded another “J” onto Larry’s wrist. —“We don’t gotta if ya don’t wanna.” Johnny mumbled, finally meeting his boyfriend’s eyes.

Of course it didn’t take long for Santos to start teasing again, mainly joking because of how corny him and Larry probably looked right now. A few jabs were sent his way causing Johnny’s brows to furrow. He obviously wasn’t in the mood for the little squirt to poke fun at him, trying to get a reaction from Johnny. Johnny hadn’t been one who was able to control his anger and had stopped taking his pills a while ago. Johnny ignored it the second Larry’s hand met his knee, Johnny poking his tongue out at Santos as Larry yelled at the teen.

Johnny would tell Larry how he truly felt some other time.

Johnny’s hand came up to wrap around Larry’s bicep, pressing a little kiss to his shoulder when his ma wasn’t looking— again. He couldn’t help but let out a giggle as Larry scolded the boy but got all awkward again the second Larry’s mom looked over at him, making small talk and basically inviting him into the conversation. He talked awkwardly, surprisingly stuttering although he was usually very confident with his words. He was secretly a little intimidated by her although she was sweet.

“So how’s school treating you?” She smiled warmly at Johnny, causing his palms to sweat a little. “Jus’ da same, ma’am. Not much to it. I’m jus’ gettin’ by if ya’know what I mean.” In no way was he about to bring up his grades and record in front of her for obvious reasons. He wasn’t the kindest student at Bullworth nor a teacher’s pet. It was gonna be hard to tell her one day that he had dragged Larry into this whole greaser thing and basically had been a bad influence on her baby boy.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry went on to go back and forth with Santos for a few minutes, before we eventually said something a little too out of line; Larry was quick to stand up, chair scraping against the wood floors loudly as it pushed away from his body.

he realized a second too late how he reacted, now met with almost his entire family staring him down, Johnny included. He cleared his throat, hand coming up to rest against the back of his neck, "Ah- sorry, guess i got worked up.." he swallowed hard, reaching our for Johnny's arm to gently urge him into standing up as well, "uh, we're both done eatin' so.. we're..- we'll be in the backyard. sorry."

He held onto Johnny's hand tightly as he practically dragged him towards the back door, eyebrows knit together - Santos and his stupid fuckin' mouth, kid never knows how to zip it.

he seemed to calm down a few minutes after sitting down on the edge of the porch with Johnny, "Sorry, Vinny.. just- 'e said sumthin' about dad, 's all.." We pulled his lips into a smile again, feeling guilty for suddenly getting so worked up and he feared he might've scared Johnny, "You were sayin' sumthin' about us goin' somewhere? just us.."

He tilted his head carefully, curls falling over his face in their neglected state - he honestly couldn't be bothered to style his hair recently - "I think we should, baby.. it's been a minute." his eyes slipped into that guilty, dim state again, but as usual, he snapped back quickly.

"There's a drive-in movie kinda thing a few blocks away from da diner this weekend, we could do that? or.. anything ya want." he nodded slightly, encouraging any ideas from Johnny.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny has let himself get dragged along by Larry, obviously worried about him.

“Hey.. it’s okay, baby.” Johnny said, noticing Larry’s anxious state. He couldn’t help himself, wrapping his arms around Larry’s neck, hand cupping the back of his head while the other rested on his shoulder. His fingers brushed through the soft curls, short nails scratching Larry’s scalp just the way his boyfriend liked it. He didn’t like seeing his boyfriend getting so worked up when he apologized for things. Plus he knew Santos could be a bit of a brat sometimes though he appreciated Larry’s fear of scaring Johnny.

He had been a bit scared, but never because of him; the loud noise of the chair scraping the wooden floor had startled him. He nodded along with Larry’s words, fingers still stroking Peanut’s hair with an unsaid reassurance. He knew his dad could be rough on him which is why he hated anyone who dared speak about him. His poor baby just needed a break from everything and Johnny felt guilty for not trying to help him much at all and instead getting angry if his boyfriend didn’t speak to or hangout with him because of work and personal things.

“Yeah but it’d be pretty uncomfortable trynna cuddle in my car cus of how small da thing is. We’d have ta take yer truck cus it ain’t have the console in da middle.” Johnny explained, smiling at Peanut as his curls once again fell onto his face, Johnny’s mouth twisting into a grin as he pushed them back for his boyfriend to be able to see him. Peanut’s hair was messy— total bed head— but it wasn’t like Johnny’s was any better, straight hair would’ve been sticking up at all angles if he hadn’t pushed it down.

“I mean we could go down ta dat carnival but it’s not like there’s really anything new in dat shit-hole.” Johnny scratched the back of his neck, unwrapping his arms from around Larry’s neck and laughing when his boyfriend pouted from the loss of contact. His baby was just a big puppy underneath all that “tough guy” energy— a side of Larry only a few people got to see. Johnny was obviously on that list with Norton slowly climbing up to the top to get onto it too.

Seeing Larry’s distant expression, Johnny gently cupped his cheek. “I know ya don’t like talkin’ ‘bout him, but I’m worried ‘bout ya, baby.” Johnny said, tilting Larry’s head towards him to encourage him to reply. He knew it wasn’t the best thing to bring up his dad, but he hated Larry bottling it all up constantly. He could practically see the weight of it all on his boyfriend’s shoulders every single day and he was tired of his lover being so down.

When Larry refused to meet his eyes, Johnny tilted his own head to force eye contact. “Hey..” he said softly.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry leaned into his palm, sighing deeply through his nose as his eyes finally met Johnny's, "Look, 'm really sorry for bein' so.. distant, guess.." he watch his expression closely, scared of accidentally saying the wrong thing and blowing everything up - of course, Johnny would never do anything like that, but Larry grew up watching his mom walking on eggshells around his father, it was a learned habit.

He lifted his hand and grabbed Johnny's wrist gently, thumb rubbing against the edge of his palm, "My parents are splitting, Johnny. for good this time." his gaze skipped away for a second, trying hard to keep his composure, "Mami's been workin' overtime at the clinic, so i've been taking care of the kids and the house 'nd... when pops is here, he's just..."

his eyes dimmed again, this time not bouncing back so quick this time, "he's drunk and- and he's so angry.. i- i do my best to keep the kids 'nd myself out of his way, but sometimes he just-" he swallowed, hard and loud.

He shook his head rapidly and pulled away from Johnny, staring vaguely towards the ratty wooden fence of the backyard, falling into a heavy silence for a long moment and - absentmindedly - his arms move to wrap around himself.

He hurriedly wiped any loose tears away from his jaw, turning to look back at Johnny with a wide smile and wide eyes, "We could always go out of town, if you want? down to dat nice beach, with da- da stray cats?" he nodded at his own words, encouraging Johnny to move on - though he knew that was a low chance - "Mami's home for da week, so- so we could actually do sumthin' nice?"

[thekingaroundheree]

“No tears, kay? Don’t like my handsome boy upset.” Johnny said, wiping Larry’s eyes glassy eyes.

Noticing the obvious signs that Larry didn’t wanna talk about it anymore, Johnny didn’t push any further. He heard what he needed to hear, and his heart ached hard enough to actually hurt at his boyfriend pulling away from him and him finally opening up. Johnny’s hand settled next to Larry’s on the boards of the porch, pinky brushing against his boyfriend’s. He wanted to wipe his tears, to just hold his boyfriend tell him everything would be okay— but he couldn’t, fearing the touch and his words would overstimulate him and Larry would snap.

“Sounds nice. We could do dat fer sure, baby.” Johnny nodded, pinky slightly stroking the back of his hand. He smiled as he stared at the ground, looking back at Larry who continued to avoid his eyes. “Head into town, stop by da beach maybe swim fer a little.” Johnny said softly in that tone used only for his boyfriend.

The cold fall breeze made Johnny shiver, hands rubbing at his arms for warmth as his earlier thoughts were now interrupted. “We should probably head inside. We can cuddle or somethin’… I dunno… maybe watch a movie since we kinda slept before we finished dat other one.” Johnny stood up, brushing himself off. He walked over to Peanut, stepping between his legs and wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, kissing his head. His arms loosened, falling back down at his sides but not before his hands trailed down his boyfriend’s bare arms.

“Cmon, baby. Let’s head in huh?” He rubbed Larry’s cold arms before taking his hand and pulling him up with him. He pulled Larry by the arm, walking up the stairs of the porch with his boyfriend trailing only inches behind him. He managed to somehow unlock and open the screen door with one hand, pulling it open with a small grunt before stepping inside.

The warm air immediately made him feel better, along with the familiar smell of Larry’s mother’s cooking. The siblings had gotten tired of playing and most of them had returned to their rooms except for Mara who sat with her mom as she baked.

Johnny politely waved at the older woman, though it was mainly to distract her so she didn’t look at Larry although Johnny had positioned himself in front of him so seeing him was a bit difficult (though Larry was taller than him). He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that he hated when outsiders asked a bunch of questions. He pulled Larry along with him into the hallway and then into his small bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry had forced himself to shake off all the negative feelings by the time they were back in his room, fingers twisting themselves in the fabric of his pajama pants, "We can go tomorrow, to da beach 'nd stuff.." he adjusted his shoulders, feeling the ache starting to pound quietly between his shoulder blades, near his spine.

he winced softly, shaking his head slightly as he moved towards his dresser, "I think we should jus' rest today, yeah? i think mami's makin' banana bread or sumthin'.. we can just watch movies all day!" he grinned over his shoulder, pulling open the top drawer on his dresser, on the right.

he scanned the contents for a few second before rummaging around, looking through whatever junk he keeps in there, "orrrr... we could hang out wit' da others today, go out tomorrow?" he shifted his stance - god, the cold coming through the windows were making all his aches worse - "ugh, god.. my hips 're killin' me.." he pulled a bottle of pain killer from his drawer, closing it as he turned away.

"i've missed seein' their nasty ol' mugs, smokin' up da shop." he smirked, knitting his eyebrows together - god, he loved the greasers, all of 'em.

he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, leaning over to grab a water bottle from the pack he keeps beside his bedside - why he keeps water bottle there, i dunno man - "but, it's up to you, darlin', you know i don't mind."

he shrugged lightly, shoving a pill into his mouth and washing it down with the water, watching Johnny carefully as he wiped his mouth, "you can borrow sum of my clothes, baby.. if you want to get outta those ol' things." he motions vaguely towards Johnny's outfit of the shirt he wore yesterday and a pair of Larry's pajama pants there are a bit too big.

[thekingaroundheree]

“Right..” Johnny said, realizing the clothes probably weren’t a good look on him although he knew Peanut never cared. He walked over to the dresser, pulling open the drawers and casually pulling some clothes out for himself. He changed in front of Peanut, not uncomfortable in the slightest around his boyfriend. That’s how healthy the other boy was. Plus he knew Peanut wouldn’t ogle over his bare body unlike some creeps in the gym locker room.

After changing into Peanut’s clothes (an old band t-shirt that Peanut hardly wore and some black shorts), he sat beside his lover, hand finding his cheek. He smiled watching the boy nuzzle into it, “stayin’ home’s probably fer da better. Don’t feel like dealin’ wit’ da guys right now. I mean I love ‘em but ya’know how amped up dey get.” Johnny rolled his eyes. His hand found Peanut’s shoulder, rubbing it as he spoke.

“Besides. Last time we partied wit’ ‘em was hell. Ya’know how long it took ta get home? Ya saw how wasted I was.” Johnny scoffed as the memory resurfaced though it also made him grin remembering how Ricky had ended up crying into Johnny’s shoulder about his ex-girlfriend as if they weren’t together for only a few months (though Johnny shouldn’t be talking). It was crazy night for all of them, plus it was the night Johnny had drunkenly kissed Peanut for the first time.

He ended up crawling onto the bed behind his boyfriend as Peanut complained again that his shoulders had been killing him. He sat down behind him, legs wrapped around Peanut’s waist— palms digging into his shoulders as he continued to talk. “‘M probably gonna have to head out tonight ta get some swim trunks fer tomorrow. Don’t think I’ve swam since da fourth grade.” Johnny smirked.

His forehead pressed against Peanut’s back. He was still a bit tired from this morning, and skipping breakfast hadn’t been the best idea even though he would’ve probably thrown it all back up. He didn’t feel like getting up and grabbing some food only to be wrapped into a very awkward conversation with Mrs. Romano trying to ask him and make sure Peanut was treating him good.

The growl of his stomach betrayed him, hands faltering on Peanut’s shoulder for a second before continuing. “I’ll probably grab a bite ta eat when I leave later, find some burger joint ‘round town.” Johnny mumbled, although the idea of leaving Peanut’s place wasn’t the nicest thought. When had he gotten so clingy? Hasn’t been this bad since Lola messed him over.

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm?" Larry hummed, leaning back into Johnny carefully - he didn't want to put too much weight into him, partly worried he would be too heavy - "Why? mami would happily make ya sumthin' good for ya... or i could, if you'd prefer.." although the idea of standing over a hot stove sounded like the worst activity ever right now, he'd do it if Johnny asked.

he leaned into the feeling of Johnny's hands on his shoulders a bit deeper, seeking any relief he could at the moment - his shoulders were aching like a bitch, and he could already tell today was gonna be a bad day for his usual pain.

"ugh, fuckin' pain killers gotta kick in faster.." he lifted on of his legs and tucked his foot under his knee, shifting his position slightly, "my hips 're seriously killing me, i feel like i got hit by a truck.." he groaned loudly, letting his head fall back against Johnny, eyes slipping shut.

"fuuuck me, man.. i really need'a stop sleepin' so fuckin' weird.." He scoffed softly at himself, lifting his head again to eyeball the small, barely held together bookshelf near the end of his bed, scanning the books and little trinkets lining the shelves.

He tilted his head noticing a particularly empty pause between two DVD boxes, rolling his eyes and scoffing, "oh, great, those dusty old playboys were taken, the ones we stole from Hal last year?" he huffed through his nose, "fuckin' bastard, can't keep 'is hands to 'imself.." he grumbled, assuming his father must've found his way through the house last night while everyone was away, not the slightest bit surprised he stole something.

"anyway, we could go watch a movie in the living room, if ya want? kid's might be takin' up da old box, tho.." he rolled his shoulders back, humming in thought.

[thekingaroundheree]

hi hello >.< sorry chat the long reblog thread was getting hard to read and also it felt right to slightly switch for like the setting chang #autism #OCD

anyways; @larry-thegreaser

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By the time Larry woke up, Johnny was surprisingly still asleep, out like an old dog on the warm floor. Larry honestly thought he'd be the last one up; maybe it was because that was his first full night of sleep in roughly a week and a half, or some strange miracle, but he felt great! for once, he wasn't aching with the heavy sleep stuck in his bones or the permanent exhaustion that fogged his mind.

He laid still for a few minutes, absorbing as much of Johnny's warmth as he could before he decided to get up for the day. he sat up carefully, shifting the bedding away from himself as he crawled over Johnny and his feet hit the floor. his glasses were the first thing he reached for, not bothering with contacts today. he slipped into the slippers by his bedroom door and slipped out of the room as quietly as he could.

He went straight to the bathroom, flicking on the light and rummaging around for his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet; he brushed his teeth a bit roughly, took his meds - which he still hasn't really told Johnny or the others about, yet - and headed for the kitchen, smiling warmly as he heard the lively music coming from his mother's old radio and felt her lively energy.

a wide grin stretch as he peeked around the wall to greet her for the first time in days, a bubbly feeling blooming in his chest, "hmmmm? who's this lovely lady takin' up my kitchen, huh?" he dipped under the poorly hung banner his sister, Mara, put up a few days prior and headed straight into his Mami's arms.

They spoke for a while, dancing around each other throwing together whatever they had for a somewhat decent breakfast before Larry slipped away to wake up Johnny, an easy smile staying on his face as he re-entered his bedroom.

Johnny had since tangled himself up in the sheets and somehow lost a sock, but he looked comfortable.

Larry crouched by the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over the side and snickering to himself at Johnny drooling, before lifting a hand to start poking at his cheeks carefully, "C'mon, baby.. 's time to get up."

poke, poke.

"Mami's makin' breakfast~"

sorry if i suck and should die 😟

Johnny stirred in bed, lightly shoving Larry’s hand away from his cheek in his sleepy state. He shot awake the second he felt Larry’s lips on his neck, a raspberry being blown— both the noise and sensation mixing together and waking him up. He’d been so on edge lately that he would’ve probably punched Larry if he hadn’t seen his boyfriend’s face first.

Johnny was one of those people who were the worst to wake up when they were deep in sleep. Because of how drowsy he was, he barely acknowledged Larry at first— kicking off the covers and sitting up, burying his face into his hands as his fingers dragged down his face. A groan slipped past his lips knowing he had to get up.

Johnny had been sleeping alone in the tenements for weeks. His sleep schedule was a bit crappy. Firstly, this was the first time sleeping at Larry’s in months. Secondly, he wasn’t used to waking up with someone near him because of how long he’s gone without sleeping with Larry. Lastly, he was usually alone in the tenements, giving him free will to do as he pleased. Those were all factors that played into why he’d been so rude when being woken up by Larry.

“Gimme like five minutes..” he mumbled to his boyfriend, still sitting up in the bed. He sighed as his boyfriend left the room; the door of the room was left cracked open. He didn’t even know how long he’d been sitting there until the light filtering through the blinds registered in his brain. With not many choices, he forced himself to stand, pulling on his old t-shirt which he’d discarded in the middle of the night and heading to the bathroom in a t-shirt and Larry’s pajama pants.

He brushed his teeth using the spare toothbrush Larry had bought for him god knows when, spitting it out into the sink and wiping the toothpaste from his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed the back of his hand onto the fabric of the pants with his free hand turning on the faucet to splash his pale face. He stared daggers at the mirror, eyes fixated on the small pimple that had formed on his forehead. Not wanting Larry to see him like that— so gross and riddled with acne (as if it wasn’t just ONE pimple)— he brushed his bangs over his forehead and exited the bathroom.

He practically got trampled by Mara, her small arms wrapping around his legs, he giggles filling the hallway as he rested his hands on her shoulder and rocked them both back and forth. He released his grip, bending down to pick her up and resting her on his hip as he walked down the hall, free hand smoothing out his hair. He wanted to put a little effort into his look— wanting to look decent around his boyfriend’s ma.

“Morning.” Johnny said, walking over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek when Larry’s mother wasn’t looking.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry chuckled over a mug of coffee, eyes the back of his mother's head as Johnny pulled away - it wasn't that she didn't know about them, or worse, was unsupportive; Larry was pretty sure she was their biggest fan, but Johnny always seemed a bit shy and hesitant around his parents. he always assumed it was because his father, the one time he did see Johnny with Larry. it was just a joking kiss on the back of his hand, but his father was known to... overreact.

"Eeeewww!! you guys are soooo gross!!" a squeaky voice erupted from behind them, causing Larry to look back and grin widely - Johnny jumped a bit, assumably not used to such a loud house so early - And blow a raspberry towards his little brother, "Oh please, y'er just jealous, ya lil' runt." he ruffled Santos already messy hair.

The pre-teen scoffed as loud as he possibly could, crossing his arms as he looked towards Johnny, eyeing him up and down like he does every time he sees him, "Like this greaseball is anything to be jealous of, he looks like a rat-!" he was swiftly interrupted by a rough smack upside his head from Larry, "That's enough outta you."

Larry took Mara from Johnny and set her down to sit on the counter, letting her watch their mother cook, before taking Johnny's arm gently and tugging him towards the living room, mumbling apologies for his little brother's behavior - not that he wasn't always like that, he seemed to have a grudge against Johnny specifically.

Larry fell into the couch with a muffled wince, letting Johnny follow at his own pace as his hand wrapped around himself and pressed against a spot on his back for a moment.

The twins, Cleo and Carlos, were watching a bright cartoon on the TV - Larry's mother must have brought it out before either of them woke up - and drawing whatever come to their minds, they didn't bother to acknowledge Johnny, but Cleo did pause for a second when she heard Larry's usual pained noise.

"Sorry, i know ya don't usually wake up to everything already so lively, but, ya'know.. can't really help when there's so damn many of us." Larry smiled wide and planted a kiss of his own onto the corner of Johnny's mouth, before shifting to sit with his arm against the arm of the couch, legs getting thrown over Johnny's lap.

[thekingaroundheree]

“‘S alright..” Johnny mumbled, still a bit tired and not used to the noisy house. His head was pounding for some reason, resting it back against the couch and shutting his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to shoot back up again when Mara yanked his hair. He rubbed at his sore scalp as Larry leaned over the couch, picking her up and placing her on his lap, fingers combing through her hair. “Wow. I’m jealous.” Johnny teased lightly with a laugh, turning his attention to kiss one of the twin’s head after they’d scooted close to his legs.

The only siblings in the household who really liked him were the twins, thinking he was insanely cool. He did like them though, thought they were cute and they surprisingly looked a bit like him when he was little. Johnny had known them since they were still crawling around, mainly because him and Larry had been friends since childhood. Even since childhood, Johnny had always been awkward around their family— though he was never impolite. It was that shy awkwardness, mumbling a small “thank you” after meals or after Larry’s mom dropped him off.

He’d always been teased by Larry, mainly because Larry thought it was wicked cute seeing his boyfriend still asking him if he needed to take of his shoes the moment he stepped in the door. He’d also been terrified of Larry’s father ever since that one time where he’d mustered up the confidence to grab something from the fridge and immediately got yelled at by Larry’s father. He ended up not going to his house for a month after that. He shivered at just the memory of it still.

He leaned over to kiss Larry’s jaw, hand rested on Larry’s thigh softly stroking it. The smell of breakfast filled the air which would’ve made Johnny’s mouth water if he had been hungry. Johnny wasn’t really in the mood for breakfast, planning to sneakily give his portions to Larry without him noticing or put his plate on the table and let Larry’s siblings fight over it. He felt a bit guilty thinking about, mainly because he didn’t want Mrs. Romano thinking he didn’t appreciate her cooking when in reality he could probably scarf down three plates of her spaghetti if he was hungry enough.

“Gonna take a leak.” Johnny said, tapping Larry’s thigh signaling for him to move his legs. He stood up, walking quickly past the kitchen to avoid awkward small talk and going to the bathroom.

He scrubbed his hands clean, looking at himself in the mirror as he slid the bar of soap over his hands. His hands found the towel hung up beside the bathroom mirror, quickly drying them off and exiting. He came back out only to realize everyone was at the dining room table, quickly taking his spot next to Larry only to find his plate already picked clean by the Romano siblings. He was surprisingly grateful for it.

His hand found Larry’s under the table, turning his head towards the end of the table where Larry’s mother sat. He felt Larry’s thumb stroking the back of his hand which made focusing on the words harder to do. He didn’t even realize he asked her a question until half the table was staring at him.

“Oh.. I uh..” Johnny swallowed.

[larry-thegreaser]

[] tumblr dont PISS ME OFF. thin ice today, tumblr, i swear..

Larry nudged Johnny's side carefully with his elbow, before looking over to meet his mom's eyes, "He's alright, ma, just not a big breakfast guy, ya'know?" he smiled that way he did when he wouldn't allow anymore questions - not it a rude way, or anything, it was just a gentle hush-up to whoever he walk speaking to.

"Yeah, i bet he's full up on you already!" Santos burst into crackly laughter, voice high in the rough puberty phase - his laughter only stopped when Larry gave his leg a kick under the table, face starting to burn, "Would you shut y'er damn mouth?" he scowled as his little brother, already annoyed with his teasing.

Mrs. Romano's soft laughter cut their arguing short, "Boys, enough o' that.. we don't want to scary away out dear Johnny, now do we?" she threw Larry specifically a small, teasing look as she said that, making his face burn harder as he pouted and looked down at his plate, mumbling an apology.

Once they settled again, the twins picking on Santos and Mara telling a very detailed story about her pet unicorn to her mother, Larry looped his ankle around Johnny and focused on him, "Hah, ain't y'er typical morning, i bet?" his gaze slipped down to look at Johnny's arm as his fingers tapped at his skin softly, before quickly finding his eyes again, "Anyway, I promised Hal i'd find some time to hang out with everyone this week, really been slackin' on ya.."

his eyes slipped away for a moment; he felt a bit guilty, putting work over his friends for the last couple of months, but he didn't have much of an option recently, with his dad..

"Maybe we go to the fair this weekend? or we could always do a movie night, i know Lo 'as been yammerin' about a new movie for days now.." He snapped back to focusing on Johnny, his usual bright smile plastered across his slightly cut up lips - the bruise near his chin was new, small and was decorated with a cut over it, but he refused to let it bother him.

[thekingaroundheree]

His expression faltered looking at his boyfriend’s face. Johnny smiled at him but it didn’t really reach his eyes, staring back down at the floor. His hand found Larry’s wrist, keeping a gentle grip as he traced his vein with his thumb. “I dunno I figured we could go somewhere wit’ just us, baby. Like ya’know, not wit’ da guys or Lols.. just us.” Tell him Johnny. Tell him ya miss him. Johnny thought as his thumb traded another “J” onto Larry’s wrist. —“We don’t gotta if ya don’t wanna.” Johnny mumbled, finally meeting his boyfriend’s eyes.

Of course it didn’t take long for Santos to start teasing again, mainly joking because of how corny him and Larry probably looked right now. A few jabs were sent his way causing Johnny’s brows to furrow. He obviously wasn’t in the mood for the little squirt to poke fun at him, trying to get a reaction from Johnny. Johnny hadn’t been one who was able to control his anger and had stopped taking his pills a while ago. Johnny ignored it the second Larry’s hand met his knee, Johnny poking his tongue out at Santos as Larry yelled at the teen.

Johnny would tell Larry how he truly felt some other time.

Johnny’s hand came up to wrap around Larry’s bicep, pressing a little kiss to his shoulder when his ma wasn’t looking— again. He couldn’t help but let out a giggle as Larry scolded the boy but got all awkward again the second Larry’s mom looked over at him, making small talk and basically inviting him into the conversation. He talked awkwardly, surprisingly stuttering although he was usually very confident with his words. He was secretly a little intimidated by her although she was sweet.

“So how’s school treating you?” She smiled warmly at Johnny, causing his palms to sweat a little. “Jus’ da same, ma’am. Not much to it. I’m jus’ gettin’ by if ya’know what I mean.” In no way was he about to bring up his grades and record in front of her for obvious reasons. He wasn’t the kindest student at Bullworth nor a teacher’s pet. It was gonna be hard to tell her one day that he had dragged Larry into this whole greaser thing and basically had been a bad influence on her baby boy.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry went on to go back and forth with Santos for a few minutes, before we eventually said something a little too out of line; Larry was quick to stand up, chair scraping against the wood floors loudly as it pushed away from his body.

he realized a second too late how he reacted, now met with almost his entire family staring him down, Johnny included. He cleared his throat, hand coming up to rest against the back of his neck, "Ah- sorry, guess i got worked up.." he swallowed hard, reaching our for Johnny's arm to gently urge him into standing up as well, "uh, we're both done eatin' so.. we're..- we'll be in the backyard. sorry."

He held onto Johnny's hand tightly as he practically dragged him towards the back door, eyebrows knit together - Santos and his stupid fuckin' mouth, kid never knows how to zip it.

he seemed to calm down a few minutes after sitting down on the edge of the porch with Johnny, "Sorry, Vinny.. just- 'e said sumthin' about dad, 's all.." We pulled his lips into a smile again, feeling guilty for suddenly getting so worked up and he feared he might've scared Johnny, "You were sayin' sumthin' about us goin' somewhere? just us.."

He tilted his head carefully, curls falling over his face in their neglected state - he honestly couldn't be bothered to style his hair recently - "I think we should, baby.. it's been a minute." his eyes slipped into that guilty, dim state again, but as usual, he snapped back quickly.

"There's a drive-in movie kinda thing a few blocks away from da diner this weekend, we could do that? or.. anything ya want." he nodded slightly, encouraging any ideas from Johnny.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny has let himself get dragged along by Larry, obviously worried about him.

“Hey.. it’s okay, baby.” Johnny said, noticing Larry’s anxious state. He couldn’t help himself, wrapping his arms around Larry’s neck, hand cupping the back of his head while the other rested on his shoulder. His fingers brushed through the soft curls, short nails scratching Larry’s scalp just the way his boyfriend liked it. He didn’t like seeing his boyfriend getting so worked up when he apologized for things. Plus he knew Santos could be a bit of a brat sometimes though he appreciated Larry’s fear of scaring Johnny.

He had been a bit scared, but never because of him; the loud noise of the chair scraping the wooden floor had startled him. He nodded along with Larry’s words, fingers still stroking Peanut’s hair with an unsaid reassurance. He knew his dad could be rough on him which is why he hated anyone who dared speak about him. His poor baby just needed a break from everything and Johnny felt guilty for not trying to help him much at all and instead getting angry if his boyfriend didn’t speak to or hangout with him because of work and personal things.

“Yeah but it’d be pretty uncomfortable trynna cuddle in my car cus of how small da thing is. We’d have ta take yer truck cus it ain’t have the console in da middle.” Johnny explained, smiling at Peanut as his curls once again fell onto his face, Johnny’s mouth twisting into a grin as he pushed them back for his boyfriend to be able to see him. Peanut’s hair was messy— total bed head— but it wasn’t like Johnny’s was any better, straight hair would’ve been sticking up at all angles if he hadn’t pushed it down.

“I mean we could go down ta dat carnival but it’s not like there’s really anything new in dat shit-hole.” Johnny scratched the back of his neck, unwrapping his arms from around Larry’s neck and laughing when his boyfriend pouted from the loss of contact. His baby was just a big puppy underneath all that “tough guy” energy— a side of Larry only a few people got to see. Johnny was obviously on that list with Norton slowly climbing up to the top to get onto it too.

Seeing Larry’s distant expression, Johnny gently cupped his cheek. “I know ya don’t like talkin’ ‘bout him, but I’m worried ‘bout ya, baby.” Johnny said, tilting Larry’s head towards him to encourage him to reply. He knew it wasn’t the best thing to bring up his dad, but he hated Larry bottling it all up constantly. He could practically see the weight of it all on his boyfriend’s shoulders every single day and he was tired of his lover being so down.

When Larry refused to meet his eyes, Johnny tilted his own head to force eye contact. “Hey..” he said softly.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry leaned into his palm, sighing deeply through his nose as his eyes finally met Johnny's, "Look, 'm really sorry for bein' so.. distant, guess.." he watch his expression closely, scared of accidentally saying the wrong thing and blowing everything up - of course, Johnny would never do anything like that, but Larry grew up watching his mom walking on eggshells around his father, it was a learned habit.

He lifted his hand and grabbed Johnny's wrist gently, thumb rubbing against the edge of his palm, "My parents are splitting, Johnny. for good this time." his gaze skipped away for a second, trying hard to keep his composure, "Mami's been workin' overtime at the clinic, so i've been taking care of the kids and the house 'nd... when pops is here, he's just..."

his eyes dimmed again, this time not bouncing back so quick this time, "he's drunk and- and he's so angry.. i- i do my best to keep the kids 'nd myself out of his way, but sometimes he just-" he swallowed, hard and loud.

He shook his head rapidly and pulled away from Johnny, staring vaguely towards the ratty wooden fence of the backyard, falling into a heavy silence for a long moment and - absentmindedly - his arms move to wrap around himself.

He hurriedly wiped any loose tears away from his jaw, turning to look back at Johnny with a wide smile and wide eyes, "We could always go out of town, if you want? down to dat nice beach, with da- da stray cats?" he nodded at his own words, encouraging Johnny to move on - though he knew that was a low chance - "Mami's home for da week, so- so we could actually do sumthin' nice?"

[thekingaroundheree]

“No tears, kay? Don’t like my handsome boy upset.” Johnny said, wiping Larry’s eyes glassy eyes.

Noticing the obvious signs that Larry didn’t wanna talk about it anymore, Johnny didn’t push any further. He heard what he needed to hear, and his heart ached hard enough to actually hurt at his boyfriend pulling away from him and him finally opening up. Johnny’s hand settled next to Larry’s on the boards of the porch, pinky brushing against his boyfriend’s. He wanted to wipe his tears, to just hold his boyfriend tell him everything would be okay— but he couldn’t, fearing the touch and his words would overstimulate him and Larry would snap.

“Sounds nice. We could do dat fer sure, baby.” Johnny nodded, pinky slightly stroking the back of his hand. He smiled as he stared at the ground, looking back at Larry who continued to avoid his eyes. “Head into town, stop by da beach maybe swim fer a little.” Johnny said softly in that tone used only for his boyfriend.

The cold fall breeze made Johnny shiver, hands rubbing at his arms for warmth as his earlier thoughts were now interrupted. “We should probably head inside. We can cuddle or somethin’… I dunno… maybe watch a movie since we kinda slept before we finished dat other one.” Johnny stood up, brushing himself off. He walked over to Peanut, stepping between his legs and wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, kissing his head. His arms loosened, falling back down at his sides but not before his hands trailed down his boyfriend’s bare arms.

“Cmon, baby. Let’s head in huh?” He rubbed Larry’s cold arms before taking his hand and pulling him up with him. He pulled Larry by the arm, walking up the stairs of the porch with his boyfriend trailing only inches behind him. He managed to somehow unlock and open the screen door with one hand, pulling it open with a small grunt before stepping inside.

The warm air immediately made him feel better, along with the familiar smell of Larry’s mother’s cooking. The siblings had gotten tired of playing and most of them had returned to their rooms except for Mara who sat with her mom as she baked.

Johnny politely waved at the older woman, though it was mainly to distract her so she didn’t look at Larry although Johnny had positioned himself in front of him so seeing him was a bit difficult (though Larry was taller than him). He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that he hated when outsiders asked a bunch of questions. He pulled Larry along with him into the hallway and then into his small bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry had forced himself to shake off all the negative feelings by the time they were back in his room, fingers twisting themselves in the fabric of his pajama pants, "We can go tomorrow, to da beach 'nd stuff.." he adjusted his shoulders, feeling the ache starting to pound quietly between his shoulder blades, near his spine.

he winced softly, shaking his head slightly as he moved towards his dresser, "I think we should jus' rest today, yeah? i think mami's makin' banana bread or sumthin'.. we can just watch movies all day!" he grinned over his shoulder, pulling open the top drawer on his dresser, on the right.

he scanned the contents for a few second before rummaging around, looking through whatever junk he keeps in there, "orrrr... we could hang out wit' da others today, go out tomorrow?" he shifted his stance - god, the cold coming through the windows were making all his aches worse - "ugh, god.. my hips 're killin' me.." he pulled a bottle of pain killer from his drawer, closing it as he turned away.

"i've missed seein' their nasty ol' mugs, smokin' up da shop." he smirked, knitting his eyebrows together - god, he loved the greasers, all of 'em.

he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, leaning over to grab a water bottle from the pack he keeps beside his bedside - why he keeps water bottle there, i dunno man - "but, it's up to you, darlin', you know i don't mind."

he shrugged lightly, shoving a pill into his mouth and washing it down with the water, watching Johnny carefully as he wiped his mouth, "you can borrow sum of my clothes, baby.. if you want to get outta those ol' things." he motions vaguely towards Johnny's outfit of the shirt he wore yesterday and a pair of Larry's pajama pants there are a bit too big.

[thekingaroundheree]

hi hello >.< sorry chat the long reblog thread was getting hard to read and also it felt right to slightly switch for like the setting chang #autism #OCD

anyways; @larry-thegreaser

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By the time Larry woke up, Johnny was surprisingly still asleep, out like an old dog on the warm floor. Larry honestly thought he'd be the last one up; maybe it was because that was his first full night of sleep in roughly a week and a half, or some strange miracle, but he felt great! for once, he wasn't aching with the heavy sleep stuck in his bones or the permanent exhaustion that fogged his mind.

He laid still for a few minutes, absorbing as much of Johnny's warmth as he could before he decided to get up for the day. he sat up carefully, shifting the bedding away from himself as he crawled over Johnny and his feet hit the floor. his glasses were the first thing he reached for, not bothering with contacts today. he slipped into the slippers by his bedroom door and slipped out of the room as quietly as he could.

He went straight to the bathroom, flicking on the light and rummaging around for his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet; he brushed his teeth a bit roughly, took his meds - which he still hasn't really told Johnny or the others about, yet - and headed for the kitchen, smiling warmly as he heard the lively music coming from his mother's old radio and felt her lively energy.

a wide grin stretch as he peeked around the wall to greet her for the first time in days, a bubbly feeling blooming in his chest, "hmmmm? who's this lovely lady takin' up my kitchen, huh?" he dipped under the poorly hung banner his sister, Mara, put up a few days prior and headed straight into his Mami's arms.

They spoke for a while, dancing around each other throwing together whatever they had for a somewhat decent breakfast before Larry slipped away to wake up Johnny, an easy smile staying on his face as he re-entered his bedroom.

Johnny had since tangled himself up in the sheets and somehow lost a sock, but he looked comfortable.

Larry crouched by the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over the side and snickering to himself at Johnny drooling, before lifting a hand to start poking at his cheeks carefully, "C'mon, baby.. 's time to get up."

poke, poke.

"Mami's makin' breakfast~"

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Johnny stirred in bed, lightly shoving Larry’s hand away from his cheek in his sleepy state. He shot awake the second he felt Larry’s lips on his neck, a raspberry being blown— both the noise and sensation mixing together and waking him up. He’d been so on edge lately that he would’ve probably punched Larry if he hadn’t seen his boyfriend’s face first.

Johnny was one of those people who were the worst to wake up when they were deep in sleep. Because of how drowsy he was, he barely acknowledged Larry at first— kicking off the covers and sitting up, burying his face into his hands as his fingers dragged down his face. A groan slipped past his lips knowing he had to get up.

Johnny had been sleeping alone in the tenements for weeks. His sleep schedule was a bit crappy. Firstly, this was the first time sleeping at Larry’s in months. Secondly, he wasn’t used to waking up with someone near him because of how long he’s gone without sleeping with Larry. Lastly, he was usually alone in the tenements, giving him free will to do as he pleased. Those were all factors that played into why he’d been so rude when being woken up by Larry.

“Gimme like five minutes..” he mumbled to his boyfriend, still sitting up in the bed. He sighed as his boyfriend left the room; the door of the room was left cracked open. He didn’t even know how long he’d been sitting there until the light filtering through the blinds registered in his brain. With not many choices, he forced himself to stand, pulling on his old t-shirt which he’d discarded in the middle of the night and heading to the bathroom in a t-shirt and Larry’s pajama pants.

He brushed his teeth using the spare toothbrush Larry had bought for him god knows when, spitting it out into the sink and wiping the toothpaste from his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed the back of his hand onto the fabric of the pants with his free hand turning on the faucet to splash his pale face. He stared daggers at the mirror, eyes fixated on the small pimple that had formed on his forehead. Not wanting Larry to see him like that— so gross and riddled with acne (as if it wasn’t just ONE pimple)— he brushed his bangs over his forehead and exited the bathroom.

He practically got trampled by Mara, her small arms wrapping around his legs, he giggles filling the hallway as he rested his hands on her shoulder and rocked them both back and forth. He released his grip, bending down to pick her up and resting her on his hip as he walked down the hall, free hand smoothing out his hair. He wanted to put a little effort into his look— wanting to look decent around his boyfriend’s ma.

“Morning.” Johnny said, walking over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek when Larry’s mother wasn’t looking.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry chuckled over a mug of coffee, eyes the back of his mother's head as Johnny pulled away - it wasn't that she didn't know about them, or worse, was unsupportive; Larry was pretty sure she was their biggest fan, but Johnny always seemed a bit shy and hesitant around his parents. he always assumed it was because his father, the one time he did see Johnny with Larry. it was just a joking kiss on the back of his hand, but his father was known to... overreact.

"Eeeewww!! you guys are soooo gross!!" a squeaky voice erupted from behind them, causing Larry to look back and grin widely - Johnny jumped a bit, assumably not used to such a loud house so early - And blow a raspberry towards his little brother, "Oh please, y'er just jealous, ya lil' runt." he ruffled Santos already messy hair.

The pre-teen scoffed as loud as he possibly could, crossing his arms as he looked towards Johnny, eyeing him up and down like he does every time he sees him, "Like this greaseball is anything to be jealous of, he looks like a rat-!" he was swiftly interrupted by a rough smack upside his head from Larry, "That's enough outta you."

Larry took Mara from Johnny and set her down to sit on the counter, letting her watch their mother cook, before taking Johnny's arm gently and tugging him towards the living room, mumbling apologies for his little brother's behavior - not that he wasn't always like that, he seemed to have a grudge against Johnny specifically.

Larry fell into the couch with a muffled wince, letting Johnny follow at his own pace as his hand wrapped around himself and pressed against a spot on his back for a moment.

The twins, Cleo and Carlos, were watching a bright cartoon on the TV - Larry's mother must have brought it out before either of them woke up - and drawing whatever come to their minds, they didn't bother to acknowledge Johnny, but Cleo did pause for a second when she heard Larry's usual pained noise.

"Sorry, i know ya don't usually wake up to everything already so lively, but, ya'know.. can't really help when there's so damn many of us." Larry smiled wide and planted a kiss of his own onto the corner of Johnny's mouth, before shifting to sit with his arm against the arm of the couch, legs getting thrown over Johnny's lap.

[thekingaroundheree]

“‘S alright..” Johnny mumbled, still a bit tired and not used to the noisy house. His head was pounding for some reason, resting it back against the couch and shutting his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to shoot back up again when Mara yanked his hair. He rubbed at his sore scalp as Larry leaned over the couch, picking her up and placing her on his lap, fingers combing through her hair. “Wow. I’m jealous.” Johnny teased lightly with a laugh, turning his attention to kiss one of the twin’s head after they’d scooted close to his legs.

The only siblings in the household who really liked him were the twins, thinking he was insanely cool. He did like them though, thought they were cute and they surprisingly looked a bit like him when he was little. Johnny had known them since they were still crawling around, mainly because him and Larry had been friends since childhood. Even since childhood, Johnny had always been awkward around their family— though he was never impolite. It was that shy awkwardness, mumbling a small “thank you” after meals or after Larry’s mom dropped him off.

He’d always been teased by Larry, mainly because Larry thought it was wicked cute seeing his boyfriend still asking him if he needed to take of his shoes the moment he stepped in the door. He’d also been terrified of Larry’s father ever since that one time where he’d mustered up the confidence to grab something from the fridge and immediately got yelled at by Larry’s father. He ended up not going to his house for a month after that. He shivered at just the memory of it still.

He leaned over to kiss Larry’s jaw, hand rested on Larry’s thigh softly stroking it. The smell of breakfast filled the air which would’ve made Johnny’s mouth water if he had been hungry. Johnny wasn’t really in the mood for breakfast, planning to sneakily give his portions to Larry without him noticing or put his plate on the table and let Larry’s siblings fight over it. He felt a bit guilty thinking about, mainly because he didn’t want Mrs. Romano thinking he didn’t appreciate her cooking when in reality he could probably scarf down three plates of her spaghetti if he was hungry enough.

“Gonna take a leak.” Johnny said, tapping Larry’s thigh signaling for him to move his legs. He stood up, walking quickly past the kitchen to avoid awkward small talk and going to the bathroom.

He scrubbed his hands clean, looking at himself in the mirror as he slid the bar of soap over his hands. His hands found the towel hung up beside the bathroom mirror, quickly drying them off and exiting. He came back out only to realize everyone was at the dining room table, quickly taking his spot next to Larry only to find his plate already picked clean by the Romano siblings. He was surprisingly grateful for it.

His hand found Larry’s under the table, turning his head towards the end of the table where Larry’s mother sat. He felt Larry’s thumb stroking the back of his hand which made focusing on the words harder to do. He didn’t even realize he asked her a question until half the table was staring at him.

“Oh.. I uh..” Johnny swallowed.

[larry-thegreaser]

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Larry nudged Johnny's side carefully with his elbow, before looking over to meet his mom's eyes, "He's alright, ma, just not a big breakfast guy, ya'know?" he smiled that way he did when he wouldn't allow anymore questions - not it a rude way, or anything, it was just a gentle hush-up to whoever he walk speaking to.

"Yeah, i bet he's full up on you already!" Santos burst into crackly laughter, voice high in the rough puberty phase - his laughter only stopped when Larry gave his leg a kick under the table, face starting to burn, "Would you shut y'er damn mouth?" he scowled as his little brother, already annoyed with his teasing.

Mrs. Romano's soft laughter cut their arguing short, "Boys, enough o' that.. we don't want to scary away out dear Johnny, now do we?" she threw Larry specifically a small, teasing look as she said that, making his face burn harder as he pouted and looked down at his plate, mumbling an apology.

Once they settled again, the twins picking on Santos and Mara telling a very detailed story about her pet unicorn to her mother, Larry looped his ankle around Johnny and focused on him, "Hah, ain't y'er typical morning, i bet?" his gaze slipped down to look at Johnny's arm as his fingers tapped at his skin softly, before quickly finding his eyes again, "Anyway, I promised Hal i'd find some time to hang out with everyone this week, really been slackin' on ya.."

his eyes slipped away for a moment; he felt a bit guilty, putting work over his friends for the last couple of months, but he didn't have much of an option recently, with his dad..

"Maybe we go to the fair this weekend? or we could always do a movie night, i know Lo 'as been yammerin' about a new movie for days now.." He snapped back to focusing on Johnny, his usual bright smile plastered across his slightly cut up lips - the bruise near his chin was new, small and was decorated with a cut over it, but he refused to let it bother him.

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His expression faltered looking at his boyfriend’s face. Johnny smiled at him but it didn’t really reach his eyes, staring back down at the floor. His hand found Larry’s wrist, keeping a gentle grip as he traced his vein with his thumb. “I dunno I figured we could go somewhere wit’ just us, baby. Like ya’know, not wit’ da guys or Lols.. just us.” Tell him Johnny. Tell him ya miss him. Johnny thought as his thumb traded another “J” onto Larry’s wrist. —“We don’t gotta if ya don’t wanna.” Johnny mumbled, finally meeting his boyfriend’s eyes.

Of course it didn’t take long for Santos to start teasing again, mainly joking because of how corny him and Larry probably looked right now. A few jabs were sent his way causing Johnny’s brows to furrow. He obviously wasn’t in the mood for the little squirt to poke fun at him, trying to get a reaction from Johnny. Johnny hadn’t been one who was able to control his anger and had stopped taking his pills a while ago. Johnny ignored it the second Larry’s hand met his knee, Johnny poking his tongue out at Santos as Larry yelled at the teen.

Johnny would tell Larry how he truly felt some other time.

Johnny’s hand came up to wrap around Larry’s bicep, pressing a little kiss to his shoulder when his ma wasn’t looking— again. He couldn’t help but let out a giggle as Larry scolded the boy but got all awkward again the second Larry’s mom looked over at him, making small talk and basically inviting him into the conversation. He talked awkwardly, surprisingly stuttering although he was usually very confident with his words. He was secretly a little intimidated by her although she was sweet.

“So how’s school treating you?” She smiled warmly at Johnny, causing his palms to sweat a little. “Jus’ da same, ma’am. Not much to it. I’m jus’ gettin’ by if ya’know what I mean.” In no way was he about to bring up his grades and record in front of her for obvious reasons. He wasn’t the kindest student at Bullworth nor a teacher’s pet. It was gonna be hard to tell her one day that he had dragged Larry into this whole greaser thing and basically had been a bad influence on her baby boy.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry went on to go back and forth with Santos for a few minutes, before we eventually said something a little too out of line; Larry was quick to stand up, chair scraping against the wood floors loudly as it pushed away from his body.

he realized a second too late how he reacted, now met with almost his entire family staring him down, Johnny included. He cleared his throat, hand coming up to rest against the back of his neck, "Ah- sorry, guess i got worked up.." he swallowed hard, reaching our for Johnny's arm to gently urge him into standing up as well, "uh, we're both done eatin' so.. we're..- we'll be in the backyard. sorry."

He held onto Johnny's hand tightly as he practically dragged him towards the back door, eyebrows knit together - Santos and his stupid fuckin' mouth, kid never knows how to zip it.

he seemed to calm down a few minutes after sitting down on the edge of the porch with Johnny, "Sorry, Vinny.. just- 'e said sumthin' about dad, 's all.." We pulled his lips into a smile again, feeling guilty for suddenly getting so worked up and he feared he might've scared Johnny, "You were sayin' sumthin' about us goin' somewhere? just us.."

He tilted his head carefully, curls falling over his face in their neglected state - he honestly couldn't be bothered to style his hair recently - "I think we should, baby.. it's been a minute." his eyes slipped into that guilty, dim state again, but as usual, he snapped back quickly.

"There's a drive-in movie kinda thing a few blocks away from da diner this weekend, we could do that? or.. anything ya want." he nodded slightly, encouraging any ideas from Johnny.

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Johnny has let himself get dragged along by Larry, obviously worried about him.

“Hey.. it’s okay, baby.” Johnny said, noticing Larry’s anxious state. He couldn’t help himself, wrapping his arms around Larry’s neck, hand cupping the back of his head while the other rested on his shoulder. His fingers brushed through the soft curls, short nails scratching Larry’s scalp just the way his boyfriend liked it. He didn’t like seeing his boyfriend getting so worked up when he apologized for things. Plus he knew Santos could be a bit of a brat sometimes though he appreciated Larry’s fear of scaring Johnny.

He had been a bit scared, but never because of him; the loud noise of the chair scraping the wooden floor had startled him. He nodded along with Larry’s words, fingers still stroking Peanut’s hair with an unsaid reassurance. He knew his dad could be rough on him which is why he hated anyone who dared speak about him. His poor baby just needed a break from everything and Johnny felt guilty for not trying to help him much at all and instead getting angry if his boyfriend didn’t speak to or hangout with him because of work and personal things.

“Yeah but it’d be pretty uncomfortable trynna cuddle in my car cus of how small da thing is. We’d have ta take yer truck cus it ain’t have the console in da middle.” Johnny explained, smiling at Peanut as his curls once again fell onto his face, Johnny’s mouth twisting into a grin as he pushed them back for his boyfriend to be able to see him. Peanut’s hair was messy— total bed head— but it wasn’t like Johnny’s was any better, straight hair would’ve been sticking up at all angles if he hadn’t pushed it down.

“I mean we could go down ta dat carnival but it’s not like there’s really anything new in dat shit-hole.” Johnny scratched the back of his neck, unwrapping his arms from around Larry’s neck and laughing when his boyfriend pouted from the loss of contact. His baby was just a big puppy underneath all that “tough guy” energy— a side of Larry only a few people got to see. Johnny was obviously on that list with Norton slowly climbing up to the top to get onto it too.

Seeing Larry’s distant expression, Johnny gently cupped his cheek. “I know ya don’t like talkin’ ‘bout him, but I’m worried ‘bout ya, baby.” Johnny said, tilting Larry’s head towards him to encourage him to reply. He knew it wasn’t the best thing to bring up his dad, but he hated Larry bottling it all up constantly. He could practically see the weight of it all on his boyfriend’s shoulders every single day and he was tired of his lover being so down.

When Larry refused to meet his eyes, Johnny tilted his own head to force eye contact. “Hey..” he said softly.

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Larry leaned into his palm, sighing deeply through his nose as his eyes finally met Johnny's, "Look, 'm really sorry for bein' so.. distant, guess.." he watch his expression closely, scared of accidentally saying the wrong thing and blowing everything up - of course, Johnny would never do anything like that, but Larry grew up watching his mom walking on eggshells around his father, it was a learned habit.

He lifted his hand and grabbed Johnny's wrist gently, thumb rubbing against the edge of his palm, "My parents are splitting, Johnny. for good this time." his gaze skipped away for a second, trying hard to keep his composure, "Mami's been workin' overtime at the clinic, so i've been taking care of the kids and the house 'nd... when pops is here, he's just..."

his eyes dimmed again, this time not bouncing back so quick this time, "he's drunk and- and he's so angry.. i- i do my best to keep the kids 'nd myself out of his way, but sometimes he just-" he swallowed, hard and loud.

He shook his head rapidly and pulled away from Johnny, staring vaguely towards the ratty wooden fence of the backyard, falling into a heavy silence for a long moment and - absentmindedly - his arms move to wrap around himself.

He hurriedly wiped any loose tears away from his jaw, turning to look back at Johnny with a wide smile and wide eyes, "We could always go out of town, if you want? down to dat nice beach, with da- da stray cats?" he nodded at his own words, encouraging Johnny to move on - though he knew that was a low chance - "Mami's home for da week, so- so we could actually do sumthin' nice?"

[thekingaroundheree]

hi hello >.< sorry chat the long reblog thread was getting hard to read and also it felt right to slightly switch for like the setting chang #autism #OCD

anyways; @larry-thegreaser

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By the time Larry woke up, Johnny was surprisingly still asleep, out like an old dog on the warm floor. Larry honestly thought he'd be the last one up; maybe it was because that was his first full night of sleep in roughly a week and a half, or some strange miracle, but he felt great! for once, he wasn't aching with the heavy sleep stuck in his bones or the permanent exhaustion that fogged his mind.

He laid still for a few minutes, absorbing as much of Johnny's warmth as he could before he decided to get up for the day. he sat up carefully, shifting the bedding away from himself as he crawled over Johnny and his feet hit the floor. his glasses were the first thing he reached for, not bothering with contacts today. he slipped into the slippers by his bedroom door and slipped out of the room as quietly as he could.

He went straight to the bathroom, flicking on the light and rummaging around for his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet; he brushed his teeth a bit roughly, took his meds - which he still hasn't really told Johnny or the others about, yet - and headed for the kitchen, smiling warmly as he heard the lively music coming from his mother's old radio and felt her lively energy.

a wide grin stretch as he peeked around the wall to greet her for the first time in days, a bubbly feeling blooming in his chest, "hmmmm? who's this lovely lady takin' up my kitchen, huh?" he dipped under the poorly hung banner his sister, Mara, put up a few days prior and headed straight into his Mami's arms.

They spoke for a while, dancing around each other throwing together whatever they had for a somewhat decent breakfast before Larry slipped away to wake up Johnny, an easy smile staying on his face as he re-entered his bedroom.

Johnny had since tangled himself up in the sheets and somehow lost a sock, but he looked comfortable.

Larry crouched by the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over the side and snickering to himself at Johnny drooling, before lifting a hand to start poking at his cheeks carefully, "C'mon, baby.. 's time to get up."

poke, poke.

"Mami's makin' breakfast~"

sorry if i suck and should die 😟

Johnny stirred in bed, lightly shoving Larry’s hand away from his cheek in his sleepy state. He shot awake the second he felt Larry’s lips on his neck, a raspberry being blown— both the noise and sensation mixing together and waking him up. He’d been so on edge lately that he would’ve probably punched Larry if he hadn’t seen his boyfriend’s face first.

Johnny was one of those people who were the worst to wake up when they were deep in sleep. Because of how drowsy he was, he barely acknowledged Larry at first— kicking off the covers and sitting up, burying his face into his hands as his fingers dragged down his face. A groan slipped past his lips knowing he had to get up.

Johnny had been sleeping alone in the tenements for weeks. His sleep schedule was a bit crappy. Firstly, this was the first time sleeping at Larry’s in months. Secondly, he wasn’t used to waking up with someone near him because of how long he’s gone without sleeping with Larry. Lastly, he was usually alone in the tenements, giving him free will to do as he pleased. Those were all factors that played into why he’d been so rude when being woken up by Larry.

“Gimme like five minutes..” he mumbled to his boyfriend, still sitting up in the bed. He sighed as his boyfriend left the room; the door of the room was left cracked open. He didn’t even know how long he’d been sitting there until the light filtering through the blinds registered in his brain. With not many choices, he forced himself to stand, pulling on his old t-shirt which he’d discarded in the middle of the night and heading to the bathroom in a t-shirt and Larry’s pajama pants.

He brushed his teeth using the spare toothbrush Larry had bought for him god knows when, spitting it out into the sink and wiping the toothpaste from his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed the back of his hand onto the fabric of the pants with his free hand turning on the faucet to splash his pale face. He stared daggers at the mirror, eyes fixated on the small pimple that had formed on his forehead. Not wanting Larry to see him like that— so gross and riddled with acne (as if it wasn’t just ONE pimple)— he brushed his bangs over his forehead and exited the bathroom.

He practically got trampled by Mara, her small arms wrapping around his legs, he giggles filling the hallway as he rested his hands on her shoulder and rocked them both back and forth. He released his grip, bending down to pick her up and resting her on his hip as he walked down the hall, free hand smoothing out his hair. He wanted to put a little effort into his look— wanting to look decent around his boyfriend’s ma.

“Morning.” Johnny said, walking over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek when Larry’s mother wasn’t looking.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry chuckled over a mug of coffee, eyes the back of his mother's head as Johnny pulled away - it wasn't that she didn't know about them, or worse, was unsupportive; Larry was pretty sure she was their biggest fan, but Johnny always seemed a bit shy and hesitant around his parents. he always assumed it was because his father, the one time he did see Johnny with Larry. it was just a joking kiss on the back of his hand, but his father was known to... overreact.

"Eeeewww!! you guys are soooo gross!!" a squeaky voice erupted from behind them, causing Larry to look back and grin widely - Johnny jumped a bit, assumably not used to such a loud house so early - And blow a raspberry towards his little brother, "Oh please, y'er just jealous, ya lil' runt." he ruffled Santos already messy hair.

The pre-teen scoffed as loud as he possibly could, crossing his arms as he looked towards Johnny, eyeing him up and down like he does every time he sees him, "Like this greaseball is anything to be jealous of, he looks like a rat-!" he was swiftly interrupted by a rough smack upside his head from Larry, "That's enough outta you."

Larry took Mara from Johnny and set her down to sit on the counter, letting her watch their mother cook, before taking Johnny's arm gently and tugging him towards the living room, mumbling apologies for his little brother's behavior - not that he wasn't always like that, he seemed to have a grudge against Johnny specifically.

Larry fell into the couch with a muffled wince, letting Johnny follow at his own pace as his hand wrapped around himself and pressed against a spot on his back for a moment.

The twins, Cleo and Carlos, were watching a bright cartoon on the TV - Larry's mother must have brought it out before either of them woke up - and drawing whatever come to their minds, they didn't bother to acknowledge Johnny, but Cleo did pause for a second when she heard Larry's usual pained noise.

"Sorry, i know ya don't usually wake up to everything already so lively, but, ya'know.. can't really help when there's so damn many of us." Larry smiled wide and planted a kiss of his own onto the corner of Johnny's mouth, before shifting to sit with his arm against the arm of the couch, legs getting thrown over Johnny's lap.

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“‘S alright..” Johnny mumbled, still a bit tired and not used to the noisy house. His head was pounding for some reason, resting it back against the couch and shutting his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to shoot back up again when Mara yanked his hair. He rubbed at his sore scalp as Larry leaned over the couch, picking her up and placing her on his lap, fingers combing through her hair. “Wow. I’m jealous.” Johnny teased lightly with a laugh, turning his attention to kiss one of the twin’s head after they’d scooted close to his legs.

The only siblings in the household who really liked him were the twins, thinking he was insanely cool. He did like them though, thought they were cute and they surprisingly looked a bit like him when he was little. Johnny had known them since they were still crawling around, mainly because him and Larry had been friends since childhood. Even since childhood, Johnny had always been awkward around their family— though he was never impolite. It was that shy awkwardness, mumbling a small “thank you” after meals or after Larry’s mom dropped him off.

He’d always been teased by Larry, mainly because Larry thought it was wicked cute seeing his boyfriend still asking him if he needed to take of his shoes the moment he stepped in the door. He’d also been terrified of Larry’s father ever since that one time where he’d mustered up the confidence to grab something from the fridge and immediately got yelled at by Larry’s father. He ended up not going to his house for a month after that. He shivered at just the memory of it still.

He leaned over to kiss Larry’s jaw, hand rested on Larry’s thigh softly stroking it. The smell of breakfast filled the air which would’ve made Johnny’s mouth water if he had been hungry. Johnny wasn’t really in the mood for breakfast, planning to sneakily give his portions to Larry without him noticing or put his plate on the table and let Larry’s siblings fight over it. He felt a bit guilty thinking about, mainly because he didn’t want Mrs. Romano thinking he didn’t appreciate her cooking when in reality he could probably scarf down three plates of her spaghetti if he was hungry enough.

“Gonna take a leak.” Johnny said, tapping Larry’s thigh signaling for him to move his legs. He stood up, walking quickly past the kitchen to avoid awkward small talk and going to the bathroom.

He scrubbed his hands clean, looking at himself in the mirror as he slid the bar of soap over his hands. His hands found the towel hung up beside the bathroom mirror, quickly drying them off and exiting. He came back out only to realize everyone was at the dining room table, quickly taking his spot next to Larry only to find his plate already picked clean by the Romano siblings. He was surprisingly grateful for it.

His hand found Larry’s under the table, turning his head towards the end of the table where Larry’s mother sat. He felt Larry’s thumb stroking the back of his hand which made focusing on the words harder to do. He didn’t even realize he asked her a question until half the table was staring at him.

“Oh.. I uh..” Johnny swallowed.

[larry-thegreaser]

[] tumblr dont PISS ME OFF. thin ice today, tumblr, i swear..

Larry nudged Johnny's side carefully with his elbow, before looking over to meet his mom's eyes, "He's alright, ma, just not a big breakfast guy, ya'know?" he smiled that way he did when he wouldn't allow anymore questions - not it a rude way, or anything, it was just a gentle hush-up to whoever he walk speaking to.

"Yeah, i bet he's full up on you already!" Santos burst into crackly laughter, voice high in the rough puberty phase - his laughter only stopped when Larry gave his leg a kick under the table, face starting to burn, "Would you shut y'er damn mouth?" he scowled as his little brother, already annoyed with his teasing.

Mrs. Romano's soft laughter cut their arguing short, "Boys, enough o' that.. we don't want to scary away out dear Johnny, now do we?" she threw Larry specifically a small, teasing look as she said that, making his face burn harder as he pouted and looked down at his plate, mumbling an apology.

Once they settled again, the twins picking on Santos and Mara telling a very detailed story about her pet unicorn to her mother, Larry looped his ankle around Johnny and focused on him, "Hah, ain't y'er typical morning, i bet?" his gaze slipped down to look at Johnny's arm as his fingers tapped at his skin softly, before quickly finding his eyes again, "Anyway, I promised Hal i'd find some time to hang out with everyone this week, really been slackin' on ya.."

his eyes slipped away for a moment; he felt a bit guilty, putting work over his friends for the last couple of months, but he didn't have much of an option recently, with his dad..

"Maybe we go to the fair this weekend? or we could always do a movie night, i know Lo 'as been yammerin' about a new movie for days now.." He snapped back to focusing on Johnny, his usual bright smile plastered across his slightly cut up lips - the bruise near his chin was new, small and was decorated with a cut over it, but he refused to let it bother him.

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His expression faltered looking at his boyfriend’s face. Johnny smiled at him but it didn’t really reach his eyes, staring back down at the floor. His hand found Larry’s wrist, keeping a gentle grip as he traced his vein with his thumb. “I dunno I figured we could go somewhere wit’ just us, baby. Like ya’know, not wit’ da guys or Lols.. just us.” Tell him Johnny. Tell him ya miss him. Johnny thought as his thumb traded another “J” onto Larry’s wrist. —“We don’t gotta if ya don’t wanna.” Johnny mumbled, finally meeting his boyfriend’s eyes.

Of course it didn’t take long for Santos to start teasing again, mainly joking because of how corny him and Larry probably looked right now. A few jabs were sent his way causing Johnny’s brows to furrow. He obviously wasn’t in the mood for the little squirt to poke fun at him, trying to get a reaction from Johnny. Johnny hadn’t been one who was able to control his anger and had stopped taking his pills a while ago. Johnny ignored it the second Larry’s hand met his knee, Johnny poking his tongue out at Santos as Larry yelled at the teen.

Johnny would tell Larry how he truly felt some other time.

Johnny’s hand came up to wrap around Larry’s bicep, pressing a little kiss to his shoulder when his ma wasn’t looking— again. He couldn’t help but let out a giggle as Larry scolded the boy but got all awkward again the second Larry’s mom looked over at him, making small talk and basically inviting him into the conversation. He talked awkwardly, surprisingly stuttering although he was usually very confident with his words. He was secretly a little intimidated by her although she was sweet.

“So how’s school treating you?” She smiled warmly at Johnny, causing his palms to sweat a little. “Jus’ da same, ma’am. Not much to it. I’m jus’ gettin’ by if ya’know what I mean.” In no way was he about to bring up his grades and record in front of her for obvious reasons. He wasn’t the kindest student at Bullworth nor a teacher’s pet. It was gonna be hard to tell her one day that he had dragged Larry into this whole greaser thing and basically had been a bad influence on her baby boy.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry went on to go back and forth with Santos for a few minutes, before we eventually said something a little too out of line; Larry was quick to stand up, chair scraping against the wood floors loudly as it pushed away from his body.

he realized a second too late how he reacted, now met with almost his entire family staring him down, Johnny included. He cleared his throat, hand coming up to rest against the back of his neck, "Ah- sorry, guess i got worked up.." he swallowed hard, reaching our for Johnny's arm to gently urge him into standing up as well, "uh, we're both done eatin' so.. we're..- we'll be in the backyard. sorry."

He held onto Johnny's hand tightly as he practically dragged him towards the back door, eyebrows knit together - Santos and his stupid fuckin' mouth, kid never knows how to zip it.

he seemed to calm down a few minutes after sitting down on the edge of the porch with Johnny, "Sorry, Vinny.. just- 'e said sumthin' about dad, 's all.." We pulled his lips into a smile again, feeling guilty for suddenly getting so worked up and he feared he might've scared Johnny, "You were sayin' sumthin' about us goin' somewhere? just us.."

He tilted his head carefully, curls falling over his face in their neglected state - he honestly couldn't be bothered to style his hair recently - "I think we should, baby.. it's been a minute." his eyes slipped into that guilty, dim state again, but as usual, he snapped back quickly.

"There's a drive-in movie kinda thing a few blocks away from da diner this weekend, we could do that? or.. anything ya want." he nodded slightly, encouraging any ideas from Johnny.

[thekingaroundheree]

hi hello >.< sorry chat the long reblog thread was getting hard to read and also it felt right to slightly switch for like the setting chang #autism #OCD

anyways; @larry-thegreaser

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By the time Larry woke up, Johnny was surprisingly still asleep, out like an old dog on the warm floor. Larry honestly thought he'd be the last one up; maybe it was because that was his first full night of sleep in roughly a week and a half, or some strange miracle, but he felt great! for once, he wasn't aching with the heavy sleep stuck in his bones or the permanent exhaustion that fogged his mind.

He laid still for a few minutes, absorbing as much of Johnny's warmth as he could before he decided to get up for the day. he sat up carefully, shifting the bedding away from himself as he crawled over Johnny and his feet hit the floor. his glasses were the first thing he reached for, not bothering with contacts today. he slipped into the slippers by his bedroom door and slipped out of the room as quietly as he could.

He went straight to the bathroom, flicking on the light and rummaging around for his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet; he brushed his teeth a bit roughly, took his meds - which he still hasn't really told Johnny or the others about, yet - and headed for the kitchen, smiling warmly as he heard the lively music coming from his mother's old radio and felt her lively energy.

a wide grin stretch as he peeked around the wall to greet her for the first time in days, a bubbly feeling blooming in his chest, "hmmmm? who's this lovely lady takin' up my kitchen, huh?" he dipped under the poorly hung banner his sister, Mara, put up a few days prior and headed straight into his Mami's arms.

They spoke for a while, dancing around each other throwing together whatever they had for a somewhat decent breakfast before Larry slipped away to wake up Johnny, an easy smile staying on his face as he re-entered his bedroom.

Johnny had since tangled himself up in the sheets and somehow lost a sock, but he looked comfortable.

Larry crouched by the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over the side and snickering to himself at Johnny drooling, before lifting a hand to start poking at his cheeks carefully, "C'mon, baby.. 's time to get up."

poke, poke.

"Mami's makin' breakfast~"

sorry if i suck and should die 😟

Johnny stirred in bed, lightly shoving Larry’s hand away from his cheek in his sleepy state. He shot awake the second he felt Larry’s lips on his neck, a raspberry being blown— both the noise and sensation mixing together and waking him up. He’d been so on edge lately that he would’ve probably punched Larry if he hadn’t seen his boyfriend’s face first.

Johnny was one of those people who were the worst to wake up when they were deep in sleep. Because of how drowsy he was, he barely acknowledged Larry at first— kicking off the covers and sitting up, burying his face into his hands as his fingers dragged down his face. A groan slipped past his lips knowing he had to get up.

Johnny had been sleeping alone in the tenements for weeks. His sleep schedule was a bit crappy. Firstly, this was the first time sleeping at Larry’s in months. Secondly, he wasn’t used to waking up with someone near him because of how long he’s gone without sleeping with Larry. Lastly, he was usually alone in the tenements, giving him free will to do as he pleased. Those were all factors that played into why he’d been so rude when being woken up by Larry.

“Gimme like five minutes..” he mumbled to his boyfriend, still sitting up in the bed. He sighed as his boyfriend left the room; the door of the room was left cracked open. He didn’t even know how long he’d been sitting there until the light filtering through the blinds registered in his brain. With not many choices, he forced himself to stand, pulling on his old t-shirt which he’d discarded in the middle of the night and heading to the bathroom in a t-shirt and Larry’s pajama pants.

He brushed his teeth using the spare toothbrush Larry had bought for him god knows when, spitting it out into the sink and wiping the toothpaste from his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed the back of his hand onto the fabric of the pants with his free hand turning on the faucet to splash his pale face. He stared daggers at the mirror, eyes fixated on the small pimple that had formed on his forehead. Not wanting Larry to see him like that— so gross and riddled with acne (as if it wasn’t just ONE pimple)— he brushed his bangs over his forehead and exited the bathroom.

He practically got trampled by Mara, her small arms wrapping around his legs, he giggles filling the hallway as he rested his hands on her shoulder and rocked them both back and forth. He released his grip, bending down to pick her up and resting her on his hip as he walked down the hall, free hand smoothing out his hair. He wanted to put a little effort into his look— wanting to look decent around his boyfriend’s ma.

“Morning.” Johnny said, walking over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek when Larry’s mother wasn’t looking.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry chuckled over a mug of coffee, eyes the back of his mother's head as Johnny pulled away - it wasn't that she didn't know about them, or worse, was unsupportive; Larry was pretty sure she was their biggest fan, but Johnny always seemed a bit shy and hesitant around his parents. he always assumed it was because his father, the one time he did see Johnny with Larry. it was just a joking kiss on the back of his hand, but his father was known to... overreact.

"Eeeewww!! you guys are soooo gross!!" a squeaky voice erupted from behind them, causing Larry to look back and grin widely - Johnny jumped a bit, assumably not used to such a loud house so early - And blow a raspberry towards his little brother, "Oh please, y'er just jealous, ya lil' runt." he ruffled Santos already messy hair.

The pre-teen scoffed as loud as he possibly could, crossing his arms as he looked towards Johnny, eyeing him up and down like he does every time he sees him, "Like this greaseball is anything to be jealous of, he looks like a rat-!" he was swiftly interrupted by a rough smack upside his head from Larry, "That's enough outta you."

Larry took Mara from Johnny and set her down to sit on the counter, letting her watch their mother cook, before taking Johnny's arm gently and tugging him towards the living room, mumbling apologies for his little brother's behavior - not that he wasn't always like that, he seemed to have a grudge against Johnny specifically.

Larry fell into the couch with a muffled wince, letting Johnny follow at his own pace as his hand wrapped around himself and pressed against a spot on his back for a moment.

The twins, Cleo and Carlos, were watching a bright cartoon on the TV - Larry's mother must have brought it out before either of them woke up - and drawing whatever come to their minds, they didn't bother to acknowledge Johnny, but Cleo did pause for a second when she heard Larry's usual pained noise.

"Sorry, i know ya don't usually wake up to everything already so lively, but, ya'know.. can't really help when there's so damn many of us." Larry smiled wide and planted a kiss of his own onto the corner of Johnny's mouth, before shifting to sit with his arm against the arm of the couch, legs getting thrown over Johnny's lap.

[thekingaroundheree]

“‘S alright..” Johnny mumbled, still a bit tired and not used to the noisy house. His head was pounding for some reason, resting it back against the couch and shutting his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to shoot back up again when Mara yanked his hair. He rubbed at his sore scalp as Larry leaned over the couch, picking her up and placing her on his lap, fingers combing through her hair. “Wow. I’m jealous.” Johnny teased lightly with a laugh, turning his attention to kiss one of the twin’s head after they’d scooted close to his legs.

The only siblings in the household who really liked him were the twins, thinking he was insanely cool. He did like them though, thought they were cute and they surprisingly looked a bit like him when he was little. Johnny had known them since they were still crawling around, mainly because him and Larry had been friends since childhood. Even since childhood, Johnny had always been awkward around their family— though he was never impolite. It was that shy awkwardness, mumbling a small “thank you” after meals or after Larry’s mom dropped him off.

He’d always been teased by Larry, mainly because Larry thought it was wicked cute seeing his boyfriend still asking him if he needed to take of his shoes the moment he stepped in the door. He’d also been terrified of Larry’s father ever since that one time where he’d mustered up the confidence to grab something from the fridge and immediately got yelled at by Larry’s father. He ended up not going to his house for a month after that. He shivered at just the memory of it still.

He leaned over to kiss Larry’s jaw, hand rested on Larry’s thigh softly stroking it. The smell of breakfast filled the air which would’ve made Johnny’s mouth water if he had been hungry. Johnny wasn’t really in the mood for breakfast, planning to sneakily give his portions to Larry without him noticing or put his plate on the table and let Larry’s siblings fight over it. He felt a bit guilty thinking about, mainly because he didn’t want Mrs. Romano thinking he didn’t appreciate her cooking when in reality he could probably scarf down three plates of her spaghetti if he was hungry enough.

“Gonna take a leak.” Johnny said, tapping Larry’s thigh signaling for him to move his legs. He stood up, walking quickly past the kitchen to avoid awkward small talk and going to the bathroom.

He scrubbed his hands clean, looking at himself in the mirror as he slid the bar of soap over his hands. His hands found the towel hung up beside the bathroom mirror, quickly drying them off and exiting. He came back out only to realize everyone was at the dining room table, quickly taking his spot next to Larry only to find his plate already picked clean by the Romano siblings. He was surprisingly grateful for it.

His hand found Larry’s under the table, turning his head towards the end of the table where Larry’s mother sat. He felt Larry’s thumb stroking the back of his hand which made focusing on the words harder to do. He didn’t even realize he asked her a question until half the table was staring at him.

“Oh.. I uh..” Johnny swallowed.

[larry-thegreaser]

[] tumblr dont PISS ME OFF. thin ice today, tumblr, i swear..

Larry nudged Johnny's side carefully with his elbow, before looking over to meet his mom's eyes, "He's alright, ma, just not a big breakfast guy, ya'know?" he smiled that way he did when he wouldn't allow anymore questions - not it a rude way, or anything, it was just a gentle hush-up to whoever he walk speaking to.

"Yeah, i bet he's full up on you already!" Santos burst into crackly laughter, voice high in the rough puberty phase - his laughter only stopped when Larry gave his leg a kick under the table, face starting to burn, "Would you shut y'er damn mouth?" he scowled as his little brother, already annoyed with his teasing.

Mrs. Romano's soft laughter cut their arguing short, "Boys, enough o' that.. we don't want to scary away out dear Johnny, now do we?" she threw Larry specifically a small, teasing look as she said that, making his face burn harder as he pouted and looked down at his plate, mumbling an apology.

Once they settled again, the twins picking on Santos and Mara telling a very detailed story about her pet unicorn to her mother, Larry looped his ankle around Johnny and focused on him, "Hah, ain't y'er typical morning, i bet?" his gaze slipped down to look at Johnny's arm as his fingers tapped at his skin softly, before quickly finding his eyes again, "Anyway, I promised Hal i'd find some time to hang out with everyone this week, really been slackin' on ya.."

his eyes slipped away for a moment; he felt a bit guilty, putting work over his friends for the last couple of months, but he didn't have much of an option recently, with his dad..

"Maybe we go to the fair this weekend? or we could always do a movie night, i know Lo 'as been yammerin' about a new movie for days now.." He snapped back to focusing on Johnny, his usual bright smile plastered across his slightly cut up lips - the bruise near his chin was new, small and was decorated with a cut over it, but he refused to let it bother him.

[thekingaroundheree]

hi hello >.< sorry chat the long reblog thread was getting hard to read and also it felt right to slightly switch for like the setting chang #autism #OCD

anyways; @larry-thegreaser

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By the time Larry woke up, Johnny was surprisingly still asleep, out like an old dog on the warm floor. Larry honestly thought he'd be the last one up; maybe it was because that was his first full night of sleep in roughly a week and a half, or some strange miracle, but he felt great! for once, he wasn't aching with the heavy sleep stuck in his bones or the permanent exhaustion that fogged his mind.

He laid still for a few minutes, absorbing as much of Johnny's warmth as he could before he decided to get up for the day. he sat up carefully, shifting the bedding away from himself as he crawled over Johnny and his feet hit the floor. his glasses were the first thing he reached for, not bothering with contacts today. he slipped into the slippers by his bedroom door and slipped out of the room as quietly as he could.

He went straight to the bathroom, flicking on the light and rummaging around for his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet; he brushed his teeth a bit roughly, took his meds - which he still hasn't really told Johnny or the others about, yet - and headed for the kitchen, smiling warmly as he heard the lively music coming from his mother's old radio and felt her lively energy.

a wide grin stretch as he peeked around the wall to greet her for the first time in days, a bubbly feeling blooming in his chest, "hmmmm? who's this lovely lady takin' up my kitchen, huh?" he dipped under the poorly hung banner his sister, Mara, put up a few days prior and headed straight into his Mami's arms.

They spoke for a while, dancing around each other throwing together whatever they had for a somewhat decent breakfast before Larry slipped away to wake up Johnny, an easy smile staying on his face as he re-entered his bedroom.

Johnny had since tangled himself up in the sheets and somehow lost a sock, but he looked comfortable.

Larry crouched by the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over the side and snickering to himself at Johnny drooling, before lifting a hand to start poking at his cheeks carefully, "C'mon, baby.. 's time to get up."

poke, poke.

"Mami's makin' breakfast~"

sorry if i suck and should die 😟

Johnny stirred in bed, lightly shoving Larry’s hand away from his cheek in his sleepy state. He shot awake the second he felt Larry’s lips on his neck, a raspberry being blown— both the noise and sensation mixing together and waking him up. He’d been so on edge lately that he would’ve probably punched Larry if he hadn’t seen his boyfriend’s face first.

Johnny was one of those people who were the worst to wake up when they were deep in sleep. Because of how drowsy he was, he barely acknowledged Larry at first— kicking off the covers and sitting up, burying his face into his hands as his fingers dragged down his face. A groan slipped past his lips knowing he had to get up.

Johnny had been sleeping alone in the tenements for weeks. His sleep schedule was a bit crappy. Firstly, this was the first time sleeping at Larry’s in months. Secondly, he wasn’t used to waking up with someone near him because of how long he’s gone without sleeping with Larry. Lastly, he was usually alone in the tenements, giving him free will to do as he pleased. Those were all factors that played into why he’d been so rude when being woken up by Larry.

“Gimme like five minutes..” he mumbled to his boyfriend, still sitting up in the bed. He sighed as his boyfriend left the room; the door of the room was left cracked open. He didn’t even know how long he’d been sitting there until the light filtering through the blinds registered in his brain. With not many choices, he forced himself to stand, pulling on his old t-shirt which he’d discarded in the middle of the night and heading to the bathroom in a t-shirt and Larry’s pajama pants.

He brushed his teeth using the spare toothbrush Larry had bought for him god knows when, spitting it out into the sink and wiping the toothpaste from his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed the back of his hand onto the fabric of the pants with his free hand turning on the faucet to splash his pale face. He stared daggers at the mirror, eyes fixated on the small pimple that had formed on his forehead. Not wanting Larry to see him like that— so gross and riddled with acne (as if it wasn’t just ONE pimple)— he brushed his bangs over his forehead and exited the bathroom.

He practically got trampled by Mara, her small arms wrapping around his legs, he giggles filling the hallway as he rested his hands on her shoulder and rocked them both back and forth. He released his grip, bending down to pick her up and resting her on his hip as he walked down the hall, free hand smoothing out his hair. He wanted to put a little effort into his look— wanting to look decent around his boyfriend’s ma.

“Morning.” Johnny said, walking over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek when Larry’s mother wasn’t looking.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry chuckled over a mug of coffee, eyes the back of his mother's head as Johnny pulled away - it wasn't that she didn't know about them, or worse, was unsupportive; Larry was pretty sure she was their biggest fan, but Johnny always seemed a bit shy and hesitant around his parents. he always assumed it was because his father, the one time he did see Johnny with Larry. it was just a joking kiss on the back of his hand, but his father was known to... overreact.

"Eeeewww!! you guys are soooo gross!!" a squeaky voice erupted from behind them, causing Larry to look back and grin widely - Johnny jumped a bit, assumably not used to such a loud house so early - And blow a raspberry towards his little brother, "Oh please, y'er just jealous, ya lil' runt." he ruffled Santos already messy hair.

The pre-teen scoffed as loud as he possibly could, crossing his arms as he looked towards Johnny, eyeing him up and down like he does every time he sees him, "Like this greaseball is anything to be jealous of, he looks like a rat-!" he was swiftly interrupted by a rough smack upside his head from Larry, "That's enough outta you."

Larry took Mara from Johnny and set her down to sit on the counter, letting her watch their mother cook, before taking Johnny's arm gently and tugging him towards the living room, mumbling apologies for his little brother's behavior - not that he wasn't always like that, he seemed to have a grudge against Johnny specifically.

Larry fell into the couch with a muffled wince, letting Johnny follow at his own pace as his hand wrapped around himself and pressed against a spot on his back for a moment.

The twins, Cleo and Carlos, were watching a bright cartoon on the TV - Larry's mother must have brought it out before either of them woke up - and drawing whatever come to their minds, they didn't bother to acknowledge Johnny, but Cleo did pause for a second when she heard Larry's usual pained noise.

"Sorry, i know ya don't usually wake up to everything already so lively, but, ya'know.. can't really help when there's so damn many of us." Larry smiled wide and planted a kiss of his own onto the corner of Johnny's mouth, before shifting to sit with his arm against the arm of the couch, legs getting thrown over Johnny's lap.

[thekingaroundheree]

Ignore that this was asked from my main, i can’t send pics with anon 😔

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The sun set about an hour ago now, and the last few staff members were finishing up around the diner. Either washing dishes, making sure the stoves are cool or wiping mysterious stick from the booth tables.

Larry was one of them, picking up the last few glasses left on the table to drop them near the kitchen window before clocking out.

“Bye, Assholes. See you all next month.” larry turned to look over his shoulder to watch Gary walk out of the door, paper bag of food in hand, “heh.. bye Smith, see ya never.” he smirked to himself, hearing Gary’s huff. 

he wiped his free hand against his apron and balanced the tray of empty glasses in the other, smile growing as he moved across the diner front, already feeling enthralled with the thought of the sleep he’s gonna get tonight. More than two hours, finally! no more essays, no more babysittin’ ‘til midnight, just face fallin’ into his bed and sleeping.

He glanced towards the clock as he set the trap down on the lip of the kitchen window, chest bubbling uncomfortably with excitement. Johnny was supposed to be here any minute, which meant rest was so close.

He promised to watch movies with him tonight, and he’ll keep that promise. Even if he passes out mid movie and maybe misses the whole plot.

He grinned widely, saying his goodbyes to his coworkers, and heading straight for the doors. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than needed.

The cool breeze felt great after being in the hot diner for four hours, the radio from inside still faintly heard and his hair settling into messy curls as he stands on the sidewalk, waiting [im]patiently for his knight in shining armour.

He took in a deep breath, taking the chance to stretch his body and, for the first time in a good while, relax.

[] i don't love how this drawing come out but lets pretend it looks better, thanks guys. also. enter.. my chubby peanut hc.. also pretend i'm good at rp asks..

The sound of gravel filled the empty parking lot as Johnny’s car rolled up in front of the diner, radio blaring hard enough to shake the old vehicle slightly. It was a car Johnny had saw at the junk-yard long ago; fixed it up and got it running. He was a bit freakishly obsessed with it, constantly polishing it and only letting a few people into it. It was his baby. It wasn’t very ugly at all, the red wrap on the car shimmering when it was sunny, a few scratches on it from accidentally bumping and perhaps some road rage. Johnny wasn’t really one to control his anger.

As he parked, he sent a glare towards Gary who had been walking down the gravel path probably to catch the bus home closest to the diner. He never really liked the boy. Especially when Gary made an attempt to join his clique (although the other greasers bullied him mercilessly).

Johnny turned sideways, pushing the passenger door open with his foot instead of bothering to get up, walk around the car, and open it himself. He was that kind of person. Larry didn’t love him any less because of it.

“Yer knight has arrived.” Johnny displayed before immediately wincing at how cringy his own words sounded. He covered his embarrassment by turning to the radio, fiddling with the stations as Larry got into the car. He settled on some old cliche love-song, turning down the volume enough for it to be some ambience.

Johnny rested his elbow on the center console, turning his attention back to his boyfriend. He rarely admitted it (due to the fact it made him feel stupid and clingy), but he always missed the boy despite his shifts only being a few hours long each night. It was stupid and he knew it was, but having Larry’s attention and presence made him feel really nice.

“Hey, Lar. How was da shift? Bet ya made lots of tips from dat place. It’d be nice seein’ a pretty face walkin’ into dat dump.” Johnny’s hand rested idly on the stick shift as he spoke, shrugging and gesturing around like a bad actor in a movie. That was just Johnny though.

He smiled at Peanut, hand smoothing his curls back to kiss his cheek. It had been strange seeing Larry without his hair slicked, but Johnny got used to it over time especially hearing about all the times Larry had complained about the heat and how it messed with his curls.

“Jus’ hope ya had a good time atleast.”

OOC :

THE DRAWING IS SO GOOD AND CUTE BRO OMG THIS ASK IS SO GOOD

[larry-thegreaser]

"snrk- yeahh, my sorry ol' mug is the best thing these people see all day." He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk tugging at his lips -- he wasn't the prettiest sight, 'specially not in a diner.

He shrugged, dropping his apron onto the car floor infront of his seatt, "I dunno, it was.. fine, as usual." he fell back into his seat with a rough sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the last week or so settling deep into his bones, "Don't think it's the fun day out you think it is, Doll."

His voice was falling into the gruff it usually did when he was tired out of his mind, but he still smiled at Johnny, elbow propping up on the center-console and chin finding it's way to his palm. "Days always better seein' you, Baby." A curl fell over his eye, and he was quick to brush it away with a slight pout.

"I did get sum good tips, though. mostly these older ladies, they're real sweet, ya'know? but a girl come in today, was flirtin' up a storm with just about all of us." He paused to shift his position, a small groan escaping his throat as he sat up straight again, "Shoulda seen gary's face, poor kid was practically melting, swear he was this close to outtin' himself to the whole damn town."

[] TY TY LOL <333 I WISH I DID BETTER BUT I GOT EVERLY EXCITED AND DID IT KINDA QUICK 😭

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s hand found Larry’s cheek as he spoke, thumb stroking Larry’s cheekbone. “What a girl. Ya never know what dese bitches are up ta ‘til dey come ta bother ya.” Johnny laughed, which slowly turned awkward seeing the disapproving look Larry gave for his direct comment about women. “Dat was a little outta pocket.” Johnny admitted, letting out a quiet sigh of relief seeing Larry relax again.

“But yeah. Ya’know dat summer job I got as a mechanic workin’ for dat old guy ‘till he kicked da bucket? Dem ladies would come in wit’ their husbands; eyes only on me. I’m not even jokin’, Pea. I made like hundreds of dollars from tips dat summer!” Johnny grinned, shaking his head as he turned back to face the wheel, palm resting on the black leather cover on it.

Larry had already gone quiet again. Johnny hadn’t told him about that part of the job at all. Johnny didn’t like keeping secrets, but considering his parents were dead to him and he’s been living by himself since he was 13 and basically took care of himself all those years, he needed the money a lot. His parents were in jail. Johnny never spoke about them. Didn’t even like thinking about them.

He shook his thoughts, tapping fingers on the wheel along to the beat of the radio to distract himself from Larry’s death stare. He really didn’t feel like arguing right now considering they were supposed to be having a little “date” tonight— their first date in weeks. Larry had been so caught up with work and school that sometimes Johnny felt like they barely hung out anymore.

He turned his head back towards Larry after starting the engine. “What?”

[larry-thegreaser]

"Nuthin'.."

His eyebrows were knitted together almost painfully, feeling a bit of a hurt feeling pool in his chest -- had Johnny really kept that from him? for this long?

Then again, it was probably uncomfortable to think about for Johnny, and he didn't want to remember it...

Larry's tight expression softened, having resolved - most - of it out quickly, now eyeing Johnny from the corner as he watched out the window as Johnny pulled out of the parking lot, "I wish you told me sooner, love.." his eyes slipped closed as he took in a deep breath through his nose, and for a second he almost let himself doze off just there.

he didn't, of course, instead pulling his eyes back open and reaching for the radio, playing with it until he heard the familiar sound of The Pussycat Dolls - sue him, they made good music.

"Jeez, 's a shame they hide dis stuff of those radio stations on late.." his head tilted to the side, neck cracking and a yawn escaping him at the same time. he shook it off quickly, sliding down the seat and reaching his arm over the center-console to rest his hand over Johnny's thigh lightly.

"I mean, atleast it's on da radio, but i wish they'd play this stuff earlier, ya'know? it's good music, these stations are so paranoid d'ese days." he rolled his eyes at his own rant, head slightly bobbing to the music anyway, "like, so wha' if a kid or two hears them? dat's on da parents, not da radio."

he paused again, eye slipping closed again for a long moment before lazily pulling open again, "Gary was on kid duty today, servin' all da kiddos.. it was actually real sweet, he kept given out free cupcakes- he claims it was to piss off da chef, but i think it was sumthin' else." he chuckled to himself, thumb starting to rub against Johnny's jeans absentmindedly.

[thekingaroundheree]

“Can’t stand dat dweeb.” Johnny mumbled, adjusting the rear view mirror as he reversed out of the parking lot. Once back on the road, his fingers tapped along to the beat of the song on the radio. The song was familiar— he’d heard it countless times coming from Larry’s room in the tenements some mornings when he slept there instead of staying at home with his ma.

He cracked open the windows, letting some air filter into the hot stuffy car. Johnny’s free hand went to crank up the volume of the radio as the song got to the climax. The music poured out the car windows, though it didn’t really matter now that they were on the open road. The diner was far from New Coventry, but not anything Larry couldn’t handle.

The car rolled onto the streets of Bullworth, forcing Johnny to actually hit the brake pedal. He wasn’t the safest driver considering he was self taught. He muttered an apology at Larry, honking the horn as another slow biker crossed the street. What were the fuckers doing? They never ever know how ta ride a damn bike, Johnny thought, pressing the gas pedal the second the pedestrian reached the sidewalk.

“So we goin’ ta yers ta watch da movie or are we gonna watch it in da tenements? I mean I don’t mind either way but also da boys are out tonight causin’ trouble so we got the place to ourselves.” Johnny asked, smiling as he noticed Larry’s hand on his thigh.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry smiled abit smugly, raising an eyebrow at Johnny's clarification they'd be alone at the tenements.

"yeah? are they..? hmm, well, my siblin's 're all out at sleepovers or.. whatever kids have.. and mami is stayin' at aunties since her's is closer to da clinic, so we'd have the house to ourselves too.. but ma will be back in da mornin' if ya were worried about missin' her." He snickered, hand tightening against Johnny's jeans, " 'swear, it's like ya only love me for my ma!"

despite being tired to the bone - literally, his back was killing him - he was teasing Johnny, tapping his pointer finger against his inner thigh gently, more of a habit movement.

"plus, i was really lookin' forward to fallin' into my bed, my backs killin' me.." he shook his head slightly, wincing as he watched a kid fall off their bike near the sidewalk, his heart squeezed abit and he frowned, "poor kid.."

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny snickered at the kid, almost crashing into a pole if he hadn’t braked in time. He immediately changed the conversation to avoid Larry chewing him out. “Yer place it is. Maybe’ll even give ya a back massage if yer lucky. Remember when I scratched yer back and ya practically purred.” Johnny smirked, swerving the car to turn onto one of the back roads he takes to get to Larry’s place. He was actually happy. The tenements wasn’t the comfiest place for getting romantic— let alone going on a date.

He pulled into the driveway of Larry’s house. It wasn’t big— though Johnny had never thought about anything like that anyways. It was on the nicer side of New Coventry near the train tracks, tucked in between two buildings yet cozy nonetheless. The house was dim and it was obvious nobody was home.

Johnny pulled the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car and locking his side before tossing the keys over to Larry so he could lock the passenger door as well. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, walking slowly enough for Larry to catch up with him. He stood next to the door while Larry fumbled with the lock, mumbling under his breath. It made Johnny laugh a little.

Johnny watched Larry finally yank the door open, Larry having the decency to even hold the door open for Johnny despite being exhausted from his shift. Johnny ducked under Larry’s arm, wood floor creaking at Johnny passed doorway. He flicked on the small light hanging over the dining room table as Larry locked the door again.

Larry’s house weirdly made him feel a lot safer and it was more peaceful now that the kids were gone. *johnny loves them anyways though*.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry leaned back against the front door, sighing deeply and letting his eyes hang close for a moment, head lowering.

He snapped up quick, though, moving to catch up Johnny by the dining table.

His hand fell over johnny's shoulders from behind, his head leaning against the other boy's, smiling slightly as his palms slid over the leather of his jacket and his arms soon hung over his shoulders fully, "i can make dinner, of ya want. still got sum energy in me, might as well do sum good with it, huh?" he planted a quick, gentle kiss against the back of Johnny's neck before pulling away, already missing the warmth of another body.

"I think we have rice from the other night, i can clean that up 'nd make sum chicken or something?" he raised an eyebrow, throwing a look over his shoulder as he pulled the fridge door open, "or a soup, maybe? what'd'ya want, baby?"

[thekingaroundheree]

“We don’t gotta eat now, baby.” Johnny said, wrapping his arms around his torso and clinging to Larry. “Let’s jus’ go lie down fer now— huh? Yer backs been botherin’ ya an’ I’m not trynna have ya breakin’ it or something.” Johnny says, pulling him away from the fridge and shutting the door with his foot.

They headed to Larry’s bedroom, johnny clinging to him from behind as they walked which made stepping a little difficult. He dragged Larry to the bed, sitting on top of it and patting his thigh invitingly, watching as Larry layed on top of him. He couldn’t help it and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulders, fingers tangling in his curly hair.

His hands pressed on Larry’s back, palms kneading into every little knot, feeling his boyfriend fidgeting underneath him.

“Dat’s it huh?” Johnny hummed

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm.." Larry hummed, feeling Johnny's warm hands against his aching back after such a long day- no, long week.- was like heaven.

his face deep in whatever pillow was the closest, he hummed gratefully as Johnny continued; his back ached and his shoulder felt stiff, a common occurrence since he was much younger, but still numbingly painful at worst, aggravating at best. Jonny knew he was hurting, he almost always did.

"We still have that old romance movie ya like layin' around somewhere, if ya wanna watch dat.." he sighed as he turned his head against his pillow, words slow and starting to mix together with his exhaustion, "or, we've got sum horror movies, if y'er feelin' brave.. heh.." he giggled breathily at himself, eyes shut as if they burned when open.

they both knew Johnny was a big ol' crybaby when it came to horror movies, but Larry liked them tons, and he figured it was worth a shot.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s eyes actually widened at the thought of a horror movie. Last time they watched it, johnny ended up in Larry’s lap— face buried in his shoulder occasionally peeking up at the screen. He couldn’t sleep that night at all. But, if his boyfriend wanted to watch a horror movie, then Johnny would have to sit through the pain. Besides, he’d been pretty bossy lately so Larry really deserved to pick even though they both knew Johnny liked romance films. There was just something nice about seeing a couple on the screen and thinking “huh, Larry does that to me too” or “wow I actually have this sittin’ next to me.”

“Horror movie it is…” Johnny said, turning his head to bury his nose in Larry’s curls. He could literally see Larry light up the second the words left his mouth, making him smile against his hair. “Jus’… ya’know… don’t be mad if I freak out an’ what-not..” Johnny said sheepishly. But he’d get through the pain for Larry, he’d been working so hard all week and this was the first time they’d seen each other in weeks.

His hands continued rubbing Larry’s back, smiling at the occasional hums and groans Larry let out from satisfaction. With Larry satisfied, Johnny moved to scratching his back— fingernails lightly scraping at first before going in all the way. He knew Larry liked them best, his hands gripping Johnny’s thighs with each drag. Johnny laughed, “comfy over dere?” He said, taking in the position Larry was in. The sound of a hum in response made him grin.

About an hour later, they sat upright in bed beside each other— Johnny pressed to Larry’s side, head on his shoulder and a hand planted on Larry’s chest. The TV sat in front of them on Larry’s old dresser, a bit awkward in the room since Larry had dragged the TV from the living room to the bedroom. It had been funny watching him fuss over where the cable went.

Johnny’s cheek pressed against Larry’s shoulder as his boyfriend flipped through the stations to find a good horror movie airing.

[larry-thegreaser]

"These all suck, why don't d'ey ever have any good shit on anymore..?" he pouted as he went back through the list of movies airing, hoping maybe he missed a hidden gem or two.

it had gotten much darker out, with less noise of rowdy kids and horns honking outside; it was almost peaceful. familiar. Ne Coventry wasn't the nicest of places, but it was home to a lot of people, and often times those people worked together to make the place feel more welcoming.

his head carefully fell to the side to rest on Johnny's, humming softly as he felt the - slightly greasy - softness against his cheek, feeling just that much more safe with Johnny.

His eye light up as he realized he did miss a movie, " 'ey, they got jeepers creepers startin' soon! score!" he grinned as excitedly as he could with bone deep exhaustion pulling at all of his muscle, clicking into the station happily.

"guess i was wrong," he lifted his head to look down at Johnny, "they still got sum good movies playin' who woulda guessed?" we couldn't help but giggle slightly at how worried Johnny already looked about it, it was just a silly movie- plus he got a perfectly good boyfriend right next to him if he gets scared.

"Oh, what're ya so worried about, Vinny? 's just a movie, baby." he was teasing, smiling as he bit his bottom lip to keep in loose giggles.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny shot a dirty look at Larry from the sound of his boyfriend’s teasing. “I ain’t no baby. I can handle it.” Johnny whined, as if he wasn’t practically buried in Larry’s lap already. “I hate dis stinkin’ movie.” Johnny mumbled into Larry’s shoulder. He’d watched it a billion times with Larry, yet it still freaked him out although it was cheesy— with horrible CGI and corny lines. But it had been one of Larry’s favorites, so he always complied. Plus— he knew he’d get to snuggle up with his boyfriend without him batting an eye.

Having about five minutes to spare before the movie started, Johnny ended up slipping out from under Larry’s arms to go to the bathroom— tripping over his own shoes in the dimly lit room as he muttered an “I’ll be back.” Larry’s lamp wasn’t the brightest (obviously). The hallway outside Larry’s room gave him the spooks, causing him to end up running to the bathroom in his socks as if someone or something was going to rush him. He was glad that he wasn’t dating Superman or anything with how embarrassing the sight of him running to the cramped bathroom was.

Johnny shut the bedroom door quietly behind him, quickly getting into bed once more seeing there was about thirty seconds until the movie started.

Johnny tucked his head under Larry’s chin, quieting down as the movie began to play. Larry had flicked off the bedside lamp, darkness engulfing the room as the beginning credits started. Johnny let out a satisfied sigh as the other boy’s hand rested on his hip. Although it was quiet, he knew it wouldn’t stay for long. Larry had a habit of talking during the movies from excitement which Johnny didn’t mind unless they were watching a rom-com (which Johnny always focused heavily on).

He always found it cute how his boyfriend would rip apart every single detail in a film as if Johnny wasn’t watching it. It was a bit nerdy to Johnny. He never called him out for it though, knowing Larry would rather die than put himself under the category of a nerd. He’d heard all the complaints from him after a long gym class with the nerds.

“We ain’t even make popcorn or nothin’.” Johnny complained as if he hadn’t dragged his boyfriend to bed. But he was also in no mood to get up and make a bowl for them while his boyfriend was half asleep and comfy against him.

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm," Larry hummed, shifting against his sorry excuse of a mattress and pulling his legs as close to himself as he could without crushing Johnny's legs between his tummy and thighs, "if you want popcorn, ya can always get up nd make it.. you know where da kitchen is..."

he almost grinned as he watched the opening scene for the millionth time, feeling the familiar bubbling of careful excitement bubbling in his chest, causing his fingers to tap against Johnny rapidly to let out the energy safely, "ohh, i love the start of this movie so damn much! i remember when i first watched it, i thought they were gonna be couple- it was actually kinda upsettin' cuz, ya'know, i hate romance in horror movies-" his hand tightened on Johnny, squeezing and letting go over and over again, "it's just never done well, 's always sooo forced and it ruins da plot!"

he nods his head along with the characters talking, having memorized their lines long ago and saying them to himself in his head before they even finished their sentences.

"i've been tryna get my hands on a DVD for this movie for ages, i can't find it no where!" he complained, shutting his eyes and letting out a small whine as he recalled the numerous times he's been in and out of shops, only to be denied of his favorite movie.

"i swear they're lyin' to me at the point, there's no way they ain't got even one damn disc!" he shifted his cheek against the top of Johnny's head, going on with his inputs as the movie went on, smiling despite struggling to keep his eyes open.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny nodded along with most of Larry’s words, actually starting to get a little tired. Although it wouldn’t seem soothing to an outsider, Larry’s constant shifting grip as he spoke was weirdly comfortable, causing Johnny’s eyes to droop slightly along with the sound of Larry’s voice. He’d always really liked Larry’s voice since they met, that awkward, pre-teen boy, constant voice cracking voice always made his day.

“I’ll find ya a disc or somethin’ fer yer birthday.” Johnny mumbled against him, voice failing to hide his sleepiness.

His head drifted to rest on Larry’s chest, ear pressed to it to listen to his heartbeat. He had been so close to falling asleep until a jumpscare spooked him awake, jumping slightly from the noise and pop-up on the screen— causing him to accidentally dig his finger nails into Larry’s arm and subconsciously snuggle closer to him. But of course not even a second later he heard Larry’s giggles, obviously laughing at Johnny. His brows furrowed, burying his face in his chest.

“I only jumped from da noise. Would ya turn da fuckin’ volume down?” Johnny yelled defensively, watching him laugh as he reached for the remote. It was so obviously a lie. Why did I let Larry pick this stupid freaking movie? He thought as he released his grip on his boyfriend’s arm while mumbling an apology for practically scratching him like a cat.

Annoyed from the jump-scare, he was now fully awake against Larry’s chest with his heart beating from the rush of adrenaline barely five minutes ago. He turned his face away from the TV in all, deciding to tuck his head back in the crook of Larry’s neck to avoid looking at what he called a “gruesome sight” on the screen. He would much rather a makeout or cuddle session over the movie instead, but now he was forced to look like a chicken in front of his boyfriend.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry smiled into Johnny's hair, eyes still on the TV as his hand started to rub up n down against his lower back firmly. " 's alrght, Johnny... heh- i won't let nuthin' get'cha." he pinched Johnny's hip gently, snickering to himself sleepily before getting cut off by a yawn, forcing his mouth wide for a good 4 seconds.

he blinked hard, trying his best to stay awake, "mmmh.. i think if we 'ere in dis situation, we could totallyyyy survive.." he mumbled, words starting to slur together as his voice dropped to a low, raspy gruff. "nd.. mmh.. 'sides, we ain't stupid 'nuff to do dat.."

his eyes fell shut again, and this time, stayed closed.

his head fell onto Johnny's heavily, and his grip on Johnny's thigh - and back - loosened into resting atop him gently, fingers twitching once or twice before settling. he didn't intend to fall asleep, not so soon, but it wasn't shocking; he hadn't slept more than a combined 6 hours in the last week, and it was late. his body slumped into the warmth of Johnny's, breathing smoothing out into soft rhythm against his slicked hair

[thekingaroundheree]

It took Johnny a few minutes to register that his boyfriend was asleep. He’d been so comfy and zoned out completely until the sound of a soft snore came from his boyfriend. He smiled against his neck, arm sliding out from around Larry to grab the remote from his hands, turning off the TV.

He put the remote onto the bedside table; hand stroking Larry’s hair lightly, short fingernails scratching his scalp gently. He brushed the curls from his face to kiss his forehead, resting his boyfriend back against the pillows and pulling the sheets and comforter over him in one smooth motion.

He slipped under the covers alongside Larry, head settling back down into the crook of his neck. His hands— cold from the low temperature of the room— slipped into Larry’s, fingers intertwining. Johnny smiled to himself as he traced a “J” into the back of Larry’s hand with his thumb. It was pretty corny and would’ve made his boyfriend laugh if he was awake.

“Night, baby.” Johnny whispered, pressing a light kiss to the closest part of Larry to him (which ended up being his jaw), and resting against him. His eyes shut, savoring the warmth of his soft boyfriend, Larry’s hand still clutching his hip even in his sleep.

Johnny ended up drifting off too, which took quite some time because of the image of the movie still in his head, brows furrowing as he tried to get comfortable before ultimately dozing off against Larry. He did end up seeing the door crack open before he drifted off, Larry’s ma smiling at the sight although Johnny had been asleep before she shut the door tight.

[thekingaroundheree]

Ignore that this was asked from my main, i can’t send pics with anon 😔

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The sun set about an hour ago now, and the last few staff members were finishing up around the diner. Either washing dishes, making sure the stoves are cool or wiping mysterious stick from the booth tables.

Larry was one of them, picking up the last few glasses left on the table to drop them near the kitchen window before clocking out.

“Bye, Assholes. See you all next month.” larry turned to look over his shoulder to watch Gary walk out of the door, paper bag of food in hand, “heh.. bye Smith, see ya never.” he smirked to himself, hearing Gary’s huff. 

he wiped his free hand against his apron and balanced the tray of empty glasses in the other, smile growing as he moved across the diner front, already feeling enthralled with the thought of the sleep he’s gonna get tonight. More than two hours, finally! no more essays, no more babysittin’ ‘til midnight, just face fallin’ into his bed and sleeping.

He glanced towards the clock as he set the trap down on the lip of the kitchen window, chest bubbling uncomfortably with excitement. Johnny was supposed to be here any minute, which meant rest was so close.

He promised to watch movies with him tonight, and he’ll keep that promise. Even if he passes out mid movie and maybe misses the whole plot.

He grinned widely, saying his goodbyes to his coworkers, and heading straight for the doors. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than needed.

The cool breeze felt great after being in the hot diner for four hours, the radio from inside still faintly heard and his hair settling into messy curls as he stands on the sidewalk, waiting [im]patiently for his knight in shining armour.

He took in a deep breath, taking the chance to stretch his body and, for the first time in a good while, relax.

[] i don't love how this drawing come out but lets pretend it looks better, thanks guys. also. enter.. my chubby peanut hc.. also pretend i'm good at rp asks..

The sound of gravel filled the empty parking lot as Johnny’s car rolled up in front of the diner, radio blaring hard enough to shake the old vehicle slightly. It was a car Johnny had saw at the junk-yard long ago; fixed it up and got it running. He was a bit freakishly obsessed with it, constantly polishing it and only letting a few people into it. It was his baby. It wasn’t very ugly at all, the red wrap on the car shimmering when it was sunny, a few scratches on it from accidentally bumping and perhaps some road rage. Johnny wasn’t really one to control his anger.

As he parked, he sent a glare towards Gary who had been walking down the gravel path probably to catch the bus home closest to the diner. He never really liked the boy. Especially when Gary made an attempt to join his clique (although the other greasers bullied him mercilessly).

Johnny turned sideways, pushing the passenger door open with his foot instead of bothering to get up, walk around the car, and open it himself. He was that kind of person. Larry didn’t love him any less because of it.

“Yer knight has arrived.” Johnny displayed before immediately wincing at how cringy his own words sounded. He covered his embarrassment by turning to the radio, fiddling with the stations as Larry got into the car. He settled on some old cliche love-song, turning down the volume enough for it to be some ambience.

Johnny rested his elbow on the center console, turning his attention back to his boyfriend. He rarely admitted it (due to the fact it made him feel stupid and clingy), but he always missed the boy despite his shifts only being a few hours long each night. It was stupid and he knew it was, but having Larry’s attention and presence made him feel really nice.

“Hey, Lar. How was da shift? Bet ya made lots of tips from dat place. It’d be nice seein’ a pretty face walkin’ into dat dump.” Johnny’s hand rested idly on the stick shift as he spoke, shrugging and gesturing around like a bad actor in a movie. That was just Johnny though.

He smiled at Peanut, hand smoothing his curls back to kiss his cheek. It had been strange seeing Larry without his hair slicked, but Johnny got used to it over time especially hearing about all the times Larry had complained about the heat and how it messed with his curls.

“Jus’ hope ya had a good time atleast.”

OOC :

THE DRAWING IS SO GOOD AND CUTE BRO OMG THIS ASK IS SO GOOD

[larry-thegreaser]

"snrk- yeahh, my sorry ol' mug is the best thing these people see all day." He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk tugging at his lips -- he wasn't the prettiest sight, 'specially not in a diner.

He shrugged, dropping his apron onto the car floor infront of his seatt, "I dunno, it was.. fine, as usual." he fell back into his seat with a rough sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the last week or so settling deep into his bones, "Don't think it's the fun day out you think it is, Doll."

His voice was falling into the gruff it usually did when he was tired out of his mind, but he still smiled at Johnny, elbow propping up on the center-console and chin finding it's way to his palm. "Days always better seein' you, Baby." A curl fell over his eye, and he was quick to brush it away with a slight pout.

"I did get sum good tips, though. mostly these older ladies, they're real sweet, ya'know? but a girl come in today, was flirtin' up a storm with just about all of us." He paused to shift his position, a small groan escaping his throat as he sat up straight again, "Shoulda seen gary's face, poor kid was practically melting, swear he was this close to outtin' himself to the whole damn town."

[] TY TY LOL <333 I WISH I DID BETTER BUT I GOT EVERLY EXCITED AND DID IT KINDA QUICK 😭

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s hand found Larry’s cheek as he spoke, thumb stroking Larry’s cheekbone. “What a girl. Ya never know what dese bitches are up ta ‘til dey come ta bother ya.” Johnny laughed, which slowly turned awkward seeing the disapproving look Larry gave for his direct comment about women. “Dat was a little outta pocket.” Johnny admitted, letting out a quiet sigh of relief seeing Larry relax again.

“But yeah. Ya’know dat summer job I got as a mechanic workin’ for dat old guy ‘till he kicked da bucket? Dem ladies would come in wit’ their husbands; eyes only on me. I’m not even jokin’, Pea. I made like hundreds of dollars from tips dat summer!” Johnny grinned, shaking his head as he turned back to face the wheel, palm resting on the black leather cover on it.

Larry had already gone quiet again. Johnny hadn’t told him about that part of the job at all. Johnny didn’t like keeping secrets, but considering his parents were dead to him and he’s been living by himself since he was 13 and basically took care of himself all those years, he needed the money a lot. His parents were in jail. Johnny never spoke about them. Didn’t even like thinking about them.

He shook his thoughts, tapping fingers on the wheel along to the beat of the radio to distract himself from Larry’s death stare. He really didn’t feel like arguing right now considering they were supposed to be having a little “date” tonight— their first date in weeks. Larry had been so caught up with work and school that sometimes Johnny felt like they barely hung out anymore.

He turned his head back towards Larry after starting the engine. “What?”

[larry-thegreaser]

"Nuthin'.."

His eyebrows were knitted together almost painfully, feeling a bit of a hurt feeling pool in his chest -- had Johnny really kept that from him? for this long?

Then again, it was probably uncomfortable to think about for Johnny, and he didn't want to remember it...

Larry's tight expression softened, having resolved - most - of it out quickly, now eyeing Johnny from the corner as he watched out the window as Johnny pulled out of the parking lot, "I wish you told me sooner, love.." his eyes slipped closed as he took in a deep breath through his nose, and for a second he almost let himself doze off just there.

he didn't, of course, instead pulling his eyes back open and reaching for the radio, playing with it until he heard the familiar sound of The Pussycat Dolls - sue him, they made good music.

"Jeez, 's a shame they hide dis stuff of those radio stations on late.." his head tilted to the side, neck cracking and a yawn escaping him at the same time. he shook it off quickly, sliding down the seat and reaching his arm over the center-console to rest his hand over Johnny's thigh lightly.

"I mean, atleast it's on da radio, but i wish they'd play this stuff earlier, ya'know? it's good music, these stations are so paranoid d'ese days." he rolled his eyes at his own rant, head slightly bobbing to the music anyway, "like, so wha' if a kid or two hears them? dat's on da parents, not da radio."

he paused again, eye slipping closed again for a long moment before lazily pulling open again, "Gary was on kid duty today, servin' all da kiddos.. it was actually real sweet, he kept given out free cupcakes- he claims it was to piss off da chef, but i think it was sumthin' else." he chuckled to himself, thumb starting to rub against Johnny's jeans absentmindedly.

[thekingaroundheree]

“Can’t stand dat dweeb.” Johnny mumbled, adjusting the rear view mirror as he reversed out of the parking lot. Once back on the road, his fingers tapped along to the beat of the song on the radio. The song was familiar— he’d heard it countless times coming from Larry’s room in the tenements some mornings when he slept there instead of staying at home with his ma.

He cracked open the windows, letting some air filter into the hot stuffy car. Johnny’s free hand went to crank up the volume of the radio as the song got to the climax. The music poured out the car windows, though it didn’t really matter now that they were on the open road. The diner was far from New Coventry, but not anything Larry couldn’t handle.

The car rolled onto the streets of Bullworth, forcing Johnny to actually hit the brake pedal. He wasn’t the safest driver considering he was self taught. He muttered an apology at Larry, honking the horn as another slow biker crossed the street. What were the fuckers doing? They never ever know how ta ride a damn bike, Johnny thought, pressing the gas pedal the second the pedestrian reached the sidewalk.

“So we goin’ ta yers ta watch da movie or are we gonna watch it in da tenements? I mean I don’t mind either way but also da boys are out tonight causin’ trouble so we got the place to ourselves.” Johnny asked, smiling as he noticed Larry’s hand on his thigh.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry smiled abit smugly, raising an eyebrow at Johnny's clarification they'd be alone at the tenements.

"yeah? are they..? hmm, well, my siblin's 're all out at sleepovers or.. whatever kids have.. and mami is stayin' at aunties since her's is closer to da clinic, so we'd have the house to ourselves too.. but ma will be back in da mornin' if ya were worried about missin' her." He snickered, hand tightening against Johnny's jeans, " 'swear, it's like ya only love me for my ma!"

despite being tired to the bone - literally, his back was killing him - he was teasing Johnny, tapping his pointer finger against his inner thigh gently, more of a habit movement.

"plus, i was really lookin' forward to fallin' into my bed, my backs killin' me.." he shook his head slightly, wincing as he watched a kid fall off their bike near the sidewalk, his heart squeezed abit and he frowned, "poor kid.."

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny snickered at the kid, almost crashing into a pole if he hadn’t braked in time. He immediately changed the conversation to avoid Larry chewing him out. “Yer place it is. Maybe’ll even give ya a back massage if yer lucky. Remember when I scratched yer back and ya practically purred.” Johnny smirked, swerving the car to turn onto one of the back roads he takes to get to Larry’s place. He was actually happy. The tenements wasn’t the comfiest place for getting romantic— let alone going on a date.

He pulled into the driveway of Larry’s house. It wasn’t big— though Johnny had never thought about anything like that anyways. It was on the nicer side of New Coventry near the train tracks, tucked in between two buildings yet cozy nonetheless. The house was dim and it was obvious nobody was home.

Johnny pulled the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car and locking his side before tossing the keys over to Larry so he could lock the passenger door as well. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, walking slowly enough for Larry to catch up with him. He stood next to the door while Larry fumbled with the lock, mumbling under his breath. It made Johnny laugh a little.

Johnny watched Larry finally yank the door open, Larry having the decency to even hold the door open for Johnny despite being exhausted from his shift. Johnny ducked under Larry’s arm, wood floor creaking at Johnny passed doorway. He flicked on the small light hanging over the dining room table as Larry locked the door again.

Larry’s house weirdly made him feel a lot safer and it was more peaceful now that the kids were gone. *johnny loves them anyways though*.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry leaned back against the front door, sighing deeply and letting his eyes hang close for a moment, head lowering.

He snapped up quick, though, moving to catch up Johnny by the dining table.

His hand fell over johnny's shoulders from behind, his head leaning against the other boy's, smiling slightly as his palms slid over the leather of his jacket and his arms soon hung over his shoulders fully, "i can make dinner, of ya want. still got sum energy in me, might as well do sum good with it, huh?" he planted a quick, gentle kiss against the back of Johnny's neck before pulling away, already missing the warmth of another body.

"I think we have rice from the other night, i can clean that up 'nd make sum chicken or something?" he raised an eyebrow, throwing a look over his shoulder as he pulled the fridge door open, "or a soup, maybe? what'd'ya want, baby?"

[thekingaroundheree]

“We don’t gotta eat now, baby.” Johnny said, wrapping his arms around his torso and clinging to Larry. “Let’s jus’ go lie down fer now— huh? Yer backs been botherin’ ya an’ I’m not trynna have ya breakin’ it or something.” Johnny says, pulling him away from the fridge and shutting the door with his foot.

They headed to Larry’s bedroom, johnny clinging to him from behind as they walked which made stepping a little difficult. He dragged Larry to the bed, sitting on top of it and patting his thigh invitingly, watching as Larry layed on top of him. He couldn’t help it and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulders, fingers tangling in his curly hair.

His hands pressed on Larry’s back, palms kneading into every little knot, feeling his boyfriend fidgeting underneath him.

“Dat’s it huh?” Johnny hummed

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm.." Larry hummed, feeling Johnny's warm hands against his aching back after such a long day- no, long week.- was like heaven.

his face deep in whatever pillow was the closest, he hummed gratefully as Johnny continued; his back ached and his shoulder felt stiff, a common occurrence since he was much younger, but still numbingly painful at worst, aggravating at best. Jonny knew he was hurting, he almost always did.

"We still have that old romance movie ya like layin' around somewhere, if ya wanna watch dat.." he sighed as he turned his head against his pillow, words slow and starting to mix together with his exhaustion, "or, we've got sum horror movies, if y'er feelin' brave.. heh.." he giggled breathily at himself, eyes shut as if they burned when open.

they both knew Johnny was a big ol' crybaby when it came to horror movies, but Larry liked them tons, and he figured it was worth a shot.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s eyes actually widened at the thought of a horror movie. Last time they watched it, johnny ended up in Larry’s lap— face buried in his shoulder occasionally peeking up at the screen. He couldn’t sleep that night at all. But, if his boyfriend wanted to watch a horror movie, then Johnny would have to sit through the pain. Besides, he’d been pretty bossy lately so Larry really deserved to pick even though they both knew Johnny liked romance films. There was just something nice about seeing a couple on the screen and thinking “huh, Larry does that to me too” or “wow I actually have this sittin’ next to me.”

“Horror movie it is…” Johnny said, turning his head to bury his nose in Larry’s curls. He could literally see Larry light up the second the words left his mouth, making him smile against his hair. “Jus’… ya’know… don’t be mad if I freak out an’ what-not..” Johnny said sheepishly. But he’d get through the pain for Larry, he’d been working so hard all week and this was the first time they’d seen each other in weeks.

His hands continued rubbing Larry’s back, smiling at the occasional hums and groans Larry let out from satisfaction. With Larry satisfied, Johnny moved to scratching his back— fingernails lightly scraping at first before going in all the way. He knew Larry liked them best, his hands gripping Johnny’s thighs with each drag. Johnny laughed, “comfy over dere?” He said, taking in the position Larry was in. The sound of a hum in response made him grin.

About an hour later, they sat upright in bed beside each other— Johnny pressed to Larry’s side, head on his shoulder and a hand planted on Larry’s chest. The TV sat in front of them on Larry’s old dresser, a bit awkward in the room since Larry had dragged the TV from the living room to the bedroom. It had been funny watching him fuss over where the cable went.

Johnny’s cheek pressed against Larry’s shoulder as his boyfriend flipped through the stations to find a good horror movie airing.

[larry-thegreaser]

"These all suck, why don't d'ey ever have any good shit on anymore..?" he pouted as he went back through the list of movies airing, hoping maybe he missed a hidden gem or two.

it had gotten much darker out, with less noise of rowdy kids and horns honking outside; it was almost peaceful. familiar. Ne Coventry wasn't the nicest of places, but it was home to a lot of people, and often times those people worked together to make the place feel more welcoming.

his head carefully fell to the side to rest on Johnny's, humming softly as he felt the - slightly greasy - softness against his cheek, feeling just that much more safe with Johnny.

His eye light up as he realized he did miss a movie, " 'ey, they got jeepers creepers startin' soon! score!" he grinned as excitedly as he could with bone deep exhaustion pulling at all of his muscle, clicking into the station happily.

"guess i was wrong," he lifted his head to look down at Johnny, "they still got sum good movies playin' who woulda guessed?" we couldn't help but giggle slightly at how worried Johnny already looked about it, it was just a silly movie- plus he got a perfectly good boyfriend right next to him if he gets scared.

"Oh, what're ya so worried about, Vinny? 's just a movie, baby." he was teasing, smiling as he bit his bottom lip to keep in loose giggles.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny shot a dirty look at Larry from the sound of his boyfriend’s teasing. “I ain’t no baby. I can handle it.” Johnny whined, as if he wasn’t practically buried in Larry’s lap already. “I hate dis stinkin’ movie.” Johnny mumbled into Larry’s shoulder. He’d watched it a billion times with Larry, yet it still freaked him out although it was cheesy— with horrible CGI and corny lines. But it had been one of Larry’s favorites, so he always complied. Plus— he knew he’d get to snuggle up with his boyfriend without him batting an eye.

Having about five minutes to spare before the movie started, Johnny ended up slipping out from under Larry’s arms to go to the bathroom— tripping over his own shoes in the dimly lit room as he muttered an “I’ll be back.” Larry’s lamp wasn’t the brightest (obviously). The hallway outside Larry’s room gave him the spooks, causing him to end up running to the bathroom in his socks as if someone or something was going to rush him. He was glad that he wasn’t dating Superman or anything with how embarrassing the sight of him running to the cramped bathroom was.

Johnny shut the bedroom door quietly behind him, quickly getting into bed once more seeing there was about thirty seconds until the movie started.

Johnny tucked his head under Larry’s chin, quieting down as the movie began to play. Larry had flicked off the bedside lamp, darkness engulfing the room as the beginning credits started. Johnny let out a satisfied sigh as the other boy’s hand rested on his hip. Although it was quiet, he knew it wouldn’t stay for long. Larry had a habit of talking during the movies from excitement which Johnny didn’t mind unless they were watching a rom-com (which Johnny always focused heavily on).

He always found it cute how his boyfriend would rip apart every single detail in a film as if Johnny wasn’t watching it. It was a bit nerdy to Johnny. He never called him out for it though, knowing Larry would rather die than put himself under the category of a nerd. He’d heard all the complaints from him after a long gym class with the nerds.

“We ain’t even make popcorn or nothin’.” Johnny complained as if he hadn’t dragged his boyfriend to bed. But he was also in no mood to get up and make a bowl for them while his boyfriend was half asleep and comfy against him.

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm," Larry hummed, shifting against his sorry excuse of a mattress and pulling his legs as close to himself as he could without crushing Johnny's legs between his tummy and thighs, "if you want popcorn, ya can always get up nd make it.. you know where da kitchen is..."

he almost grinned as he watched the opening scene for the millionth time, feeling the familiar bubbling of careful excitement bubbling in his chest, causing his fingers to tap against Johnny rapidly to let out the energy safely, "ohh, i love the start of this movie so damn much! i remember when i first watched it, i thought they were gonna be couple- it was actually kinda upsettin' cuz, ya'know, i hate romance in horror movies-" his hand tightened on Johnny, squeezing and letting go over and over again, "it's just never done well, 's always sooo forced and it ruins da plot!"

he nods his head along with the characters talking, having memorized their lines long ago and saying them to himself in his head before they even finished their sentences.

"i've been tryna get my hands on a DVD for this movie for ages, i can't find it no where!" he complained, shutting his eyes and letting out a small whine as he recalled the numerous times he's been in and out of shops, only to be denied of his favorite movie.

"i swear they're lyin' to me at the point, there's no way they ain't got even one damn disc!" he shifted his cheek against the top of Johnny's head, going on with his inputs as the movie went on, smiling despite struggling to keep his eyes open.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny nodded along with most of Larry’s words, actually starting to get a little tired. Although it wouldn’t seem soothing to an outsider, Larry’s constant shifting grip as he spoke was weirdly comfortable, causing Johnny’s eyes to droop slightly along with the sound of Larry’s voice. He’d always really liked Larry’s voice since they met, that awkward, pre-teen boy, constant voice cracking voice always made his day.

“I’ll find ya a disc or somethin’ fer yer birthday.” Johnny mumbled against him, voice failing to hide his sleepiness.

His head drifted to rest on Larry’s chest, ear pressed to it to listen to his heartbeat. He had been so close to falling asleep until a jumpscare spooked him awake, jumping slightly from the noise and pop-up on the screen— causing him to accidentally dig his finger nails into Larry’s arm and subconsciously snuggle closer to him. But of course not even a second later he heard Larry’s giggles, obviously laughing at Johnny. His brows furrowed, burying his face in his chest.

“I only jumped from da noise. Would ya turn da fuckin’ volume down?” Johnny yelled defensively, watching him laugh as he reached for the remote. It was so obviously a lie. Why did I let Larry pick this stupid freaking movie? He thought as he released his grip on his boyfriend’s arm while mumbling an apology for practically scratching him like a cat.

Annoyed from the jump-scare, he was now fully awake against Larry’s chest with his heart beating from the rush of adrenaline barely five minutes ago. He turned his face away from the TV in all, deciding to tuck his head back in the crook of Larry’s neck to avoid looking at what he called a “gruesome sight” on the screen. He would much rather a makeout or cuddle session over the movie instead, but now he was forced to look like a chicken in front of his boyfriend.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry smiled into Johnny's hair, eyes still on the TV as his hand started to rub up n down against his lower back firmly. " 's alrght, Johnny... heh- i won't let nuthin' get'cha." he pinched Johnny's hip gently, snickering to himself sleepily before getting cut off by a yawn, forcing his mouth wide for a good 4 seconds.

he blinked hard, trying his best to stay awake, "mmmh.. i think if we 'ere in dis situation, we could totallyyyy survive.." he mumbled, words starting to slur together as his voice dropped to a low, raspy gruff. "nd.. mmh.. 'sides, we ain't stupid 'nuff to do dat.."

his eyes fell shut again, and this time, stayed closed.

his head fell onto Johnny's heavily, and his grip on Johnny's thigh - and back - loosened into resting atop him gently, fingers twitching once or twice before settling. he didn't intend to fall asleep, not so soon, but it wasn't shocking; he hadn't slept more than a combined 6 hours in the last week, and it was late. his body slumped into the warmth of Johnny's, breathing smoothing out into soft rhythm against his slicked hair

[larry-thegreaser]

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STOP DIS, WHATS HAPPENING.

I'M SO SCARED, WADDYA WANTT

[thekingaroundheree]

Ignore that this was asked from my main, i can’t send pics with anon 😔

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The sun set about an hour ago now, and the last few staff members were finishing up around the diner. Either washing dishes, making sure the stoves are cool or wiping mysterious stick from the booth tables.

Larry was one of them, picking up the last few glasses left on the table to drop them near the kitchen window before clocking out.

“Bye, Assholes. See you all next month.” larry turned to look over his shoulder to watch Gary walk out of the door, paper bag of food in hand, “heh.. bye Smith, see ya never.” he smirked to himself, hearing Gary’s huff. 

he wiped his free hand against his apron and balanced the tray of empty glasses in the other, smile growing as he moved across the diner front, already feeling enthralled with the thought of the sleep he’s gonna get tonight. More than two hours, finally! no more essays, no more babysittin’ ‘til midnight, just face fallin’ into his bed and sleeping.

He glanced towards the clock as he set the trap down on the lip of the kitchen window, chest bubbling uncomfortably with excitement. Johnny was supposed to be here any minute, which meant rest was so close.

He promised to watch movies with him tonight, and he’ll keep that promise. Even if he passes out mid movie and maybe misses the whole plot.

He grinned widely, saying his goodbyes to his coworkers, and heading straight for the doors. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than needed.

The cool breeze felt great after being in the hot diner for four hours, the radio from inside still faintly heard and his hair settling into messy curls as he stands on the sidewalk, waiting [im]patiently for his knight in shining armour.

He took in a deep breath, taking the chance to stretch his body and, for the first time in a good while, relax.

[] i don't love how this drawing come out but lets pretend it looks better, thanks guys. also. enter.. my chubby peanut hc.. also pretend i'm good at rp asks..

The sound of gravel filled the empty parking lot as Johnny’s car rolled up in front of the diner, radio blaring hard enough to shake the old vehicle slightly. It was a car Johnny had saw at the junk-yard long ago; fixed it up and got it running. He was a bit freakishly obsessed with it, constantly polishing it and only letting a few people into it. It was his baby. It wasn’t very ugly at all, the red wrap on the car shimmering when it was sunny, a few scratches on it from accidentally bumping and perhaps some road rage. Johnny wasn’t really one to control his anger.

As he parked, he sent a glare towards Gary who had been walking down the gravel path probably to catch the bus home closest to the diner. He never really liked the boy. Especially when Gary made an attempt to join his clique (although the other greasers bullied him mercilessly).

Johnny turned sideways, pushing the passenger door open with his foot instead of bothering to get up, walk around the car, and open it himself. He was that kind of person. Larry didn’t love him any less because of it.

“Yer knight has arrived.” Johnny displayed before immediately wincing at how cringy his own words sounded. He covered his embarrassment by turning to the radio, fiddling with the stations as Larry got into the car. He settled on some old cliche love-song, turning down the volume enough for it to be some ambience.

Johnny rested his elbow on the center console, turning his attention back to his boyfriend. He rarely admitted it (due to the fact it made him feel stupid and clingy), but he always missed the boy despite his shifts only being a few hours long each night. It was stupid and he knew it was, but having Larry’s attention and presence made him feel really nice.

“Hey, Lar. How was da shift? Bet ya made lots of tips from dat place. It’d be nice seein’ a pretty face walkin’ into dat dump.” Johnny’s hand rested idly on the stick shift as he spoke, shrugging and gesturing around like a bad actor in a movie. That was just Johnny though.

He smiled at Peanut, hand smoothing his curls back to kiss his cheek. It had been strange seeing Larry without his hair slicked, but Johnny got used to it over time especially hearing about all the times Larry had complained about the heat and how it messed with his curls.

“Jus’ hope ya had a good time atleast.”

OOC :

THE DRAWING IS SO GOOD AND CUTE BRO OMG THIS ASK IS SO GOOD

[larry-thegreaser]

"snrk- yeahh, my sorry ol' mug is the best thing these people see all day." He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk tugging at his lips -- he wasn't the prettiest sight, 'specially not in a diner.

He shrugged, dropping his apron onto the car floor infront of his seatt, "I dunno, it was.. fine, as usual." he fell back into his seat with a rough sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the last week or so settling deep into his bones, "Don't think it's the fun day out you think it is, Doll."

His voice was falling into the gruff it usually did when he was tired out of his mind, but he still smiled at Johnny, elbow propping up on the center-console and chin finding it's way to his palm. "Days always better seein' you, Baby." A curl fell over his eye, and he was quick to brush it away with a slight pout.

"I did get sum good tips, though. mostly these older ladies, they're real sweet, ya'know? but a girl come in today, was flirtin' up a storm with just about all of us." He paused to shift his position, a small groan escaping his throat as he sat up straight again, "Shoulda seen gary's face, poor kid was practically melting, swear he was this close to outtin' himself to the whole damn town."

[] TY TY LOL <333 I WISH I DID BETTER BUT I GOT EVERLY EXCITED AND DID IT KINDA QUICK 😭

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s hand found Larry’s cheek as he spoke, thumb stroking Larry’s cheekbone. “What a girl. Ya never know what dese bitches are up ta ‘til dey come ta bother ya.” Johnny laughed, which slowly turned awkward seeing the disapproving look Larry gave for his direct comment about women. “Dat was a little outta pocket.” Johnny admitted, letting out a quiet sigh of relief seeing Larry relax again.

“But yeah. Ya’know dat summer job I got as a mechanic workin’ for dat old guy ‘till he kicked da bucket? Dem ladies would come in wit’ their husbands; eyes only on me. I’m not even jokin’, Pea. I made like hundreds of dollars from tips dat summer!” Johnny grinned, shaking his head as he turned back to face the wheel, palm resting on the black leather cover on it.

Larry had already gone quiet again. Johnny hadn’t told him about that part of the job at all. Johnny didn’t like keeping secrets, but considering his parents were dead to him and he’s been living by himself since he was 13 and basically took care of himself all those years, he needed the money a lot. His parents were in jail. Johnny never spoke about them. Didn’t even like thinking about them.

He shook his thoughts, tapping fingers on the wheel along to the beat of the radio to distract himself from Larry’s death stare. He really didn’t feel like arguing right now considering they were supposed to be having a little “date” tonight— their first date in weeks. Larry had been so caught up with work and school that sometimes Johnny felt like they barely hung out anymore.

He turned his head back towards Larry after starting the engine. “What?”

[larry-thegreaser]

"Nuthin'.."

His eyebrows were knitted together almost painfully, feeling a bit of a hurt feeling pool in his chest -- had Johnny really kept that from him? for this long?

Then again, it was probably uncomfortable to think about for Johnny, and he didn't want to remember it...

Larry's tight expression softened, having resolved - most - of it out quickly, now eyeing Johnny from the corner as he watched out the window as Johnny pulled out of the parking lot, "I wish you told me sooner, love.." his eyes slipped closed as he took in a deep breath through his nose, and for a second he almost let himself doze off just there.

he didn't, of course, instead pulling his eyes back open and reaching for the radio, playing with it until he heard the familiar sound of The Pussycat Dolls - sue him, they made good music.

"Jeez, 's a shame they hide dis stuff of those radio stations on late.." his head tilted to the side, neck cracking and a yawn escaping him at the same time. he shook it off quickly, sliding down the seat and reaching his arm over the center-console to rest his hand over Johnny's thigh lightly.

"I mean, atleast it's on da radio, but i wish they'd play this stuff earlier, ya'know? it's good music, these stations are so paranoid d'ese days." he rolled his eyes at his own rant, head slightly bobbing to the music anyway, "like, so wha' if a kid or two hears them? dat's on da parents, not da radio."

he paused again, eye slipping closed again for a long moment before lazily pulling open again, "Gary was on kid duty today, servin' all da kiddos.. it was actually real sweet, he kept given out free cupcakes- he claims it was to piss off da chef, but i think it was sumthin' else." he chuckled to himself, thumb starting to rub against Johnny's jeans absentmindedly.

[thekingaroundheree]

“Can’t stand dat dweeb.” Johnny mumbled, adjusting the rear view mirror as he reversed out of the parking lot. Once back on the road, his fingers tapped along to the beat of the song on the radio. The song was familiar— he’d heard it countless times coming from Larry’s room in the tenements some mornings when he slept there instead of staying at home with his ma.

He cracked open the windows, letting some air filter into the hot stuffy car. Johnny’s free hand went to crank up the volume of the radio as the song got to the climax. The music poured out the car windows, though it didn’t really matter now that they were on the open road. The diner was far from New Coventry, but not anything Larry couldn’t handle.

The car rolled onto the streets of Bullworth, forcing Johnny to actually hit the brake pedal. He wasn’t the safest driver considering he was self taught. He muttered an apology at Larry, honking the horn as another slow biker crossed the street. What were the fuckers doing? They never ever know how ta ride a damn bike, Johnny thought, pressing the gas pedal the second the pedestrian reached the sidewalk.

“So we goin’ ta yers ta watch da movie or are we gonna watch it in da tenements? I mean I don’t mind either way but also da boys are out tonight causin’ trouble so we got the place to ourselves.” Johnny asked, smiling as he noticed Larry’s hand on his thigh.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry smiled abit smugly, raising an eyebrow at Johnny's clarification they'd be alone at the tenements.

"yeah? are they..? hmm, well, my siblin's 're all out at sleepovers or.. whatever kids have.. and mami is stayin' at aunties since her's is closer to da clinic, so we'd have the house to ourselves too.. but ma will be back in da mornin' if ya were worried about missin' her." He snickered, hand tightening against Johnny's jeans, " 'swear, it's like ya only love me for my ma!"

despite being tired to the bone - literally, his back was killing him - he was teasing Johnny, tapping his pointer finger against his inner thigh gently, more of a habit movement.

"plus, i was really lookin' forward to fallin' into my bed, my backs killin' me.." he shook his head slightly, wincing as he watched a kid fall off their bike near the sidewalk, his heart squeezed abit and he frowned, "poor kid.."

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny snickered at the kid, almost crashing into a pole if he hadn’t braked in time. He immediately changed the conversation to avoid Larry chewing him out. “Yer place it is. Maybe’ll even give ya a back massage if yer lucky. Remember when I scratched yer back and ya practically purred.” Johnny smirked, swerving the car to turn onto one of the back roads he takes to get to Larry’s place. He was actually happy. The tenements wasn’t the comfiest place for getting romantic— let alone going on a date.

He pulled into the driveway of Larry’s house. It wasn’t big— though Johnny had never thought about anything like that anyways. It was on the nicer side of New Coventry near the train tracks, tucked in between two buildings yet cozy nonetheless. The house was dim and it was obvious nobody was home.

Johnny pulled the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car and locking his side before tossing the keys over to Larry so he could lock the passenger door as well. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, walking slowly enough for Larry to catch up with him. He stood next to the door while Larry fumbled with the lock, mumbling under his breath. It made Johnny laugh a little.

Johnny watched Larry finally yank the door open, Larry having the decency to even hold the door open for Johnny despite being exhausted from his shift. Johnny ducked under Larry’s arm, wood floor creaking at Johnny passed doorway. He flicked on the small light hanging over the dining room table as Larry locked the door again.

Larry’s house weirdly made him feel a lot safer and it was more peaceful now that the kids were gone. *johnny loves them anyways though*.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry leaned back against the front door, sighing deeply and letting his eyes hang close for a moment, head lowering.

He snapped up quick, though, moving to catch up Johnny by the dining table.

His hand fell over johnny's shoulders from behind, his head leaning against the other boy's, smiling slightly as his palms slid over the leather of his jacket and his arms soon hung over his shoulders fully, "i can make dinner, of ya want. still got sum energy in me, might as well do sum good with it, huh?" he planted a quick, gentle kiss against the back of Johnny's neck before pulling away, already missing the warmth of another body.

"I think we have rice from the other night, i can clean that up 'nd make sum chicken or something?" he raised an eyebrow, throwing a look over his shoulder as he pulled the fridge door open, "or a soup, maybe? what'd'ya want, baby?"

[thekingaroundheree]

“We don’t gotta eat now, baby.” Johnny said, wrapping his arms around his torso and clinging to Larry. “Let’s jus’ go lie down fer now— huh? Yer backs been botherin’ ya an’ I’m not trynna have ya breakin’ it or something.” Johnny says, pulling him away from the fridge and shutting the door with his foot.

They headed to Larry’s bedroom, johnny clinging to him from behind as they walked which made stepping a little difficult. He dragged Larry to the bed, sitting on top of it and patting his thigh invitingly, watching as Larry layed on top of him. He couldn’t help it and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulders, fingers tangling in his curly hair.

His hands pressed on Larry’s back, palms kneading into every little knot, feeling his boyfriend fidgeting underneath him.

“Dat’s it huh?” Johnny hummed

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm.." Larry hummed, feeling Johnny's warm hands against his aching back after such a long day- no, long week.- was like heaven.

his face deep in whatever pillow was the closest, he hummed gratefully as Johnny continued; his back ached and his shoulder felt stiff, a common occurrence since he was much younger, but still numbingly painful at worst, aggravating at best. Jonny knew he was hurting, he almost always did.

"We still have that old romance movie ya like layin' around somewhere, if ya wanna watch dat.." he sighed as he turned his head against his pillow, words slow and starting to mix together with his exhaustion, "or, we've got sum horror movies, if y'er feelin' brave.. heh.." he giggled breathily at himself, eyes shut as if they burned when open.

they both knew Johnny was a big ol' crybaby when it came to horror movies, but Larry liked them tons, and he figured it was worth a shot.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s eyes actually widened at the thought of a horror movie. Last time they watched it, johnny ended up in Larry’s lap— face buried in his shoulder occasionally peeking up at the screen. He couldn’t sleep that night at all. But, if his boyfriend wanted to watch a horror movie, then Johnny would have to sit through the pain. Besides, he’d been pretty bossy lately so Larry really deserved to pick even though they both knew Johnny liked romance films. There was just something nice about seeing a couple on the screen and thinking “huh, Larry does that to me too” or “wow I actually have this sittin’ next to me.”

“Horror movie it is…” Johnny said, turning his head to bury his nose in Larry’s curls. He could literally see Larry light up the second the words left his mouth, making him smile against his hair. “Jus’… ya’know… don’t be mad if I freak out an’ what-not..” Johnny said sheepishly. But he’d get through the pain for Larry, he’d been working so hard all week and this was the first time they’d seen each other in weeks.

His hands continued rubbing Larry’s back, smiling at the occasional hums and groans Larry let out from satisfaction. With Larry satisfied, Johnny moved to scratching his back— fingernails lightly scraping at first before going in all the way. He knew Larry liked them best, his hands gripping Johnny’s thighs with each drag. Johnny laughed, “comfy over dere?” He said, taking in the position Larry was in. The sound of a hum in response made him grin.

About an hour later, they sat upright in bed beside each other— Johnny pressed to Larry’s side, head on his shoulder and a hand planted on Larry’s chest. The TV sat in front of them on Larry’s old dresser, a bit awkward in the room since Larry had dragged the TV from the living room to the bedroom. It had been funny watching him fuss over where the cable went.

Johnny’s cheek pressed against Larry’s shoulder as his boyfriend flipped through the stations to find a good horror movie airing.

[larry-thegreaser]

"These all suck, why don't d'ey ever have any good shit on anymore..?" he pouted as he went back through the list of movies airing, hoping maybe he missed a hidden gem or two.

it had gotten much darker out, with less noise of rowdy kids and horns honking outside; it was almost peaceful. familiar. Ne Coventry wasn't the nicest of places, but it was home to a lot of people, and often times those people worked together to make the place feel more welcoming.

his head carefully fell to the side to rest on Johnny's, humming softly as he felt the - slightly greasy - softness against his cheek, feeling just that much more safe with Johnny.

His eye light up as he realized he did miss a movie, " 'ey, they got jeepers creepers startin' soon! score!" he grinned as excitedly as he could with bone deep exhaustion pulling at all of his muscle, clicking into the station happily.

"guess i was wrong," he lifted his head to look down at Johnny, "they still got sum good movies playin' who woulda guessed?" we couldn't help but giggle slightly at how worried Johnny already looked about it, it was just a silly movie- plus he got a perfectly good boyfriend right next to him if he gets scared.

"Oh, what're ya so worried about, Vinny? 's just a movie, baby." he was teasing, smiling as he bit his bottom lip to keep in loose giggles.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny shot a dirty look at Larry from the sound of his boyfriend’s teasing. “I ain’t no baby. I can handle it.” Johnny whined, as if he wasn’t practically buried in Larry’s lap already. “I hate dis stinkin’ movie.” Johnny mumbled into Larry’s shoulder. He’d watched it a billion times with Larry, yet it still freaked him out although it was cheesy— with horrible CGI and corny lines. But it had been one of Larry’s favorites, so he always complied. Plus— he knew he’d get to snuggle up with his boyfriend without him batting an eye.

Having about five minutes to spare before the movie started, Johnny ended up slipping out from under Larry’s arms to go to the bathroom— tripping over his own shoes in the dimly lit room as he muttered an “I’ll be back.” Larry’s lamp wasn’t the brightest (obviously). The hallway outside Larry’s room gave him the spooks, causing him to end up running to the bathroom in his socks as if someone or something was going to rush him. He was glad that he wasn’t dating Superman or anything with how embarrassing the sight of him running to the cramped bathroom was.

Johnny shut the bedroom door quietly behind him, quickly getting into bed once more seeing there was about thirty seconds until the movie started.

Johnny tucked his head under Larry’s chin, quieting down as the movie began to play. Larry had flicked off the bedside lamp, darkness engulfing the room as the beginning credits started. Johnny let out a satisfied sigh as the other boy’s hand rested on his hip. Although it was quiet, he knew it wouldn’t stay for long. Larry had a habit of talking during the movies from excitement which Johnny didn’t mind unless they were watching a rom-com (which Johnny always focused heavily on).

He always found it cute how his boyfriend would rip apart every single detail in a film as if Johnny wasn’t watching it. It was a bit nerdy to Johnny. He never called him out for it though, knowing Larry would rather die than put himself under the category of a nerd. He’d heard all the complaints from him after a long gym class with the nerds.

“We ain’t even make popcorn or nothin’.” Johnny complained as if he hadn’t dragged his boyfriend to bed. But he was also in no mood to get up and make a bowl for them while his boyfriend was half asleep and comfy against him.

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm," Larry hummed, shifting against his sorry excuse of a mattress and pulling his legs as close to himself as he could without crushing Johnny's legs between his tummy and thighs, "if you want popcorn, ya can always get up nd make it.. you know where da kitchen is..."

he almost grinned as he watched the opening scene for the millionth time, feeling the familiar bubbling of careful excitement bubbling in his chest, causing his fingers to tap against Johnny rapidly to let out the energy safely, "ohh, i love the start of this movie so damn much! i remember when i first watched it, i thought they were gonna be couple- it was actually kinda upsettin' cuz, ya'know, i hate romance in horror movies-" his hand tightened on Johnny, squeezing and letting go over and over again, "it's just never done well, 's always sooo forced and it ruins da plot!"

he nods his head along with the characters talking, having memorized their lines long ago and saying them to himself in his head before they even finished their sentences.

"i've been tryna get my hands on a DVD for this movie for ages, i can't find it no where!" he complained, shutting his eyes and letting out a small whine as he recalled the numerous times he's been in and out of shops, only to be denied of his favorite movie.

"i swear they're lyin' to me at the point, there's no way they ain't got even one damn disc!" he shifted his cheek against the top of Johnny's head, going on with his inputs as the movie went on, smiling despite struggling to keep his eyes open.

[larry-thegreaser]

i have successfully introduced @everyth1ng-p1nk to the concept of lesbianism, mission is going steady

[everyth1ng-p1nk]

My dad would probably kill me if I kissed a girl! :P But! Its ok. What he doesnt know cant hurt him!!

[larry-thegreaser]

killin' 'im back is always an option

yeah, he ain't gotta know nuthin'!! i know a few real nice girls, if y'er interested..

[everyth1ng-p1nk]

I can’t kill himmm! He isn’t that bad!! He buys me basically whatever I want so really I don’t hate him.

I might try it like. Once. Just for fun. Haha! That’d be soo crazy.

[larry-thegreaser]

Girlie, I'D buy you anything you want, i really think you should cut contact wit y'er pops.

YES. i mean. hah yeah lol you should totes try it for fun like yk. i've kissed a boy or two for funsie [do not tell johnny that] 's fun lolol.

[everyth1ng-p1nk]

Cut contact?? I dunnoooo.. Daddy’s nice, if you get to know him. Why do you say that?

You seem like you really want me to try it haha. Maybe at my next sleepover!! That’d be super funny

[larry-thegreaser]

mmphfggra

haha yeah lol i dunno girly, i think you should try it lolol. i stopped talking ta' my pops its awesome haha you gotta try it

yes that would be a fun sleepover activity yes do it lolol

[everyth1ng-p1nk]

I don’t mind my dad! I don’t see anything wrong with him..! Maybe except that he got with my stepmom.. I dunno what he sees in her :/

Speaking of sleepover,, wanna come to my next one?? I can sneak you into the Harrington House if you know how to be stealthy!!! <3

[larry-thegreaser]

haha yeah idk dads like suckkk with stepmoms huh lolol maybe u should like think of it differently thought sometimes like lololl what ur stepmom is the cool one

ahem-

Yeha, Pink!! i'd love to, y'er sleepover are always so damn fun :) do ya want me to bring Lola?

[everyth1ng-p1nk]

Yeeess bring Lola! I actually got along with her last time, shocker.

Can I bring Gord?? He’s fun, promise.

[larry-thegreaser]

Yeah, Lo's a real Doll under dat hard shell o' hers..

yeah, go 'head!! bring whoever ya want, 's your sleepover, princess.

[larry-thegreaser]

Didn't I warn you, Romano? You'll regret this. You better hurry UP.

?? HURRY UP WIT WHAT??

WHAT'RE YA TALKIN' ABOUT, WHO ARE YOU???

[larry-thegreaser]

i love the way you portray peanut :] keep up the good work!

[]

AWWWWWEWEWWWWWAWA THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!! <3

IM ALWAYS SOOO WORRIED I'M PORTRAYING HIM WEIRD, BUT I'M SO GLAD EVEYONE SEEMS TO LIKE MY LARRY !!

[thekingaroundheree]

Ignore that this was asked from my main, i can’t send pics with anon 😔

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The sun set about an hour ago now, and the last few staff members were finishing up around the diner. Either washing dishes, making sure the stoves are cool or wiping mysterious stick from the booth tables.

Larry was one of them, picking up the last few glasses left on the table to drop them near the kitchen window before clocking out.

“Bye, Assholes. See you all next month.” larry turned to look over his shoulder to watch Gary walk out of the door, paper bag of food in hand, “heh.. bye Smith, see ya never.” he smirked to himself, hearing Gary’s huff. 

he wiped his free hand against his apron and balanced the tray of empty glasses in the other, smile growing as he moved across the diner front, already feeling enthralled with the thought of the sleep he’s gonna get tonight. More than two hours, finally! no more essays, no more babysittin’ ‘til midnight, just face fallin’ into his bed and sleeping.

He glanced towards the clock as he set the trap down on the lip of the kitchen window, chest bubbling uncomfortably with excitement. Johnny was supposed to be here any minute, which meant rest was so close.

He promised to watch movies with him tonight, and he’ll keep that promise. Even if he passes out mid movie and maybe misses the whole plot.

He grinned widely, saying his goodbyes to his coworkers, and heading straight for the doors. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than needed.

The cool breeze felt great after being in the hot diner for four hours, the radio from inside still faintly heard and his hair settling into messy curls as he stands on the sidewalk, waiting [im]patiently for his knight in shining armour.

He took in a deep breath, taking the chance to stretch his body and, for the first time in a good while, relax.

[] i don't love how this drawing come out but lets pretend it looks better, thanks guys. also. enter.. my chubby peanut hc.. also pretend i'm good at rp asks..

The sound of gravel filled the empty parking lot as Johnny’s car rolled up in front of the diner, radio blaring hard enough to shake the old vehicle slightly. It was a car Johnny had saw at the junk-yard long ago; fixed it up and got it running. He was a bit freakishly obsessed with it, constantly polishing it and only letting a few people into it. It was his baby. It wasn’t very ugly at all, the red wrap on the car shimmering when it was sunny, a few scratches on it from accidentally bumping and perhaps some road rage. Johnny wasn’t really one to control his anger.

As he parked, he sent a glare towards Gary who had been walking down the gravel path probably to catch the bus home closest to the diner. He never really liked the boy. Especially when Gary made an attempt to join his clique (although the other greasers bullied him mercilessly).

Johnny turned sideways, pushing the passenger door open with his foot instead of bothering to get up, walk around the car, and open it himself. He was that kind of person. Larry didn’t love him any less because of it.

“Yer knight has arrived.” Johnny displayed before immediately wincing at how cringy his own words sounded. He covered his embarrassment by turning to the radio, fiddling with the stations as Larry got into the car. He settled on some old cliche love-song, turning down the volume enough for it to be some ambience.

Johnny rested his elbow on the center console, turning his attention back to his boyfriend. He rarely admitted it (due to the fact it made him feel stupid and clingy), but he always missed the boy despite his shifts only being a few hours long each night. It was stupid and he knew it was, but having Larry’s attention and presence made him feel really nice.

“Hey, Lar. How was da shift? Bet ya made lots of tips from dat place. It’d be nice seein’ a pretty face walkin’ into dat dump.” Johnny’s hand rested idly on the stick shift as he spoke, shrugging and gesturing around like a bad actor in a movie. That was just Johnny though.

He smiled at Peanut, hand smoothing his curls back to kiss his cheek. It had been strange seeing Larry without his hair slicked, but Johnny got used to it over time especially hearing about all the times Larry had complained about the heat and how it messed with his curls.

“Jus’ hope ya had a good time atleast.”

OOC :

THE DRAWING IS SO GOOD AND CUTE BRO OMG THIS ASK IS SO GOOD

[larry-thegreaser]

"snrk- yeahh, my sorry ol' mug is the best thing these people see all day." He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk tugging at his lips -- he wasn't the prettiest sight, 'specially not in a diner.

He shrugged, dropping his apron onto the car floor infront of his seatt, "I dunno, it was.. fine, as usual." he fell back into his seat with a rough sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the last week or so settling deep into his bones, "Don't think it's the fun day out you think it is, Doll."

His voice was falling into the gruff it usually did when he was tired out of his mind, but he still smiled at Johnny, elbow propping up on the center-console and chin finding it's way to his palm. "Days always better seein' you, Baby." A curl fell over his eye, and he was quick to brush it away with a slight pout.

"I did get sum good tips, though. mostly these older ladies, they're real sweet, ya'know? but a girl come in today, was flirtin' up a storm with just about all of us." He paused to shift his position, a small groan escaping his throat as he sat up straight again, "Shoulda seen gary's face, poor kid was practically melting, swear he was this close to outtin' himself to the whole damn town."

[] TY TY LOL <333 I WISH I DID BETTER BUT I GOT EVERLY EXCITED AND DID IT KINDA QUICK 😭

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s hand found Larry’s cheek as he spoke, thumb stroking Larry’s cheekbone. “What a girl. Ya never know what dese bitches are up ta ‘til dey come ta bother ya.” Johnny laughed, which slowly turned awkward seeing the disapproving look Larry gave for his direct comment about women. “Dat was a little outta pocket.” Johnny admitted, letting out a quiet sigh of relief seeing Larry relax again.

“But yeah. Ya’know dat summer job I got as a mechanic workin’ for dat old guy ‘till he kicked da bucket? Dem ladies would come in wit’ their husbands; eyes only on me. I’m not even jokin’, Pea. I made like hundreds of dollars from tips dat summer!” Johnny grinned, shaking his head as he turned back to face the wheel, palm resting on the black leather cover on it.

Larry had already gone quiet again. Johnny hadn’t told him about that part of the job at all. Johnny didn’t like keeping secrets, but considering his parents were dead to him and he’s been living by himself since he was 13 and basically took care of himself all those years, he needed the money a lot. His parents were in jail. Johnny never spoke about them. Didn’t even like thinking about them.

He shook his thoughts, tapping fingers on the wheel along to the beat of the radio to distract himself from Larry’s death stare. He really didn’t feel like arguing right now considering they were supposed to be having a little “date” tonight— their first date in weeks. Larry had been so caught up with work and school that sometimes Johnny felt like they barely hung out anymore.

He turned his head back towards Larry after starting the engine. “What?”

[larry-thegreaser]

"Nuthin'.."

His eyebrows were knitted together almost painfully, feeling a bit of a hurt feeling pool in his chest -- had Johnny really kept that from him? for this long?

Then again, it was probably uncomfortable to think about for Johnny, and he didn't want to remember it...

Larry's tight expression softened, having resolved - most - of it out quickly, now eyeing Johnny from the corner as he watched out the window as Johnny pulled out of the parking lot, "I wish you told me sooner, love.." his eyes slipped closed as he took in a deep breath through his nose, and for a second he almost let himself doze off just there.

he didn't, of course, instead pulling his eyes back open and reaching for the radio, playing with it until he heard the familiar sound of The Pussycat Dolls - sue him, they made good music.

"Jeez, 's a shame they hide dis stuff of those radio stations on late.." his head tilted to the side, neck cracking and a yawn escaping him at the same time. he shook it off quickly, sliding down the seat and reaching his arm over the center-console to rest his hand over Johnny's thigh lightly.

"I mean, atleast it's on da radio, but i wish they'd play this stuff earlier, ya'know? it's good music, these stations are so paranoid d'ese days." he rolled his eyes at his own rant, head slightly bobbing to the music anyway, "like, so wha' if a kid or two hears them? dat's on da parents, not da radio."

he paused again, eye slipping closed again for a long moment before lazily pulling open again, "Gary was on kid duty today, servin' all da kiddos.. it was actually real sweet, he kept given out free cupcakes- he claims it was to piss off da chef, but i think it was sumthin' else." he chuckled to himself, thumb starting to rub against Johnny's jeans absentmindedly.

[thekingaroundheree]

“Can’t stand dat dweeb.” Johnny mumbled, adjusting the rear view mirror as he reversed out of the parking lot. Once back on the road, his fingers tapped along to the beat of the song on the radio. The song was familiar— he’d heard it countless times coming from Larry’s room in the tenements some mornings when he slept there instead of staying at home with his ma.

He cracked open the windows, letting some air filter into the hot stuffy car. Johnny’s free hand went to crank up the volume of the radio as the song got to the climax. The music poured out the car windows, though it didn’t really matter now that they were on the open road. The diner was far from New Coventry, but not anything Larry couldn’t handle.

The car rolled onto the streets of Bullworth, forcing Johnny to actually hit the brake pedal. He wasn’t the safest driver considering he was self taught. He muttered an apology at Larry, honking the horn as another slow biker crossed the street. What were the fuckers doing? They never ever know how ta ride a damn bike, Johnny thought, pressing the gas pedal the second the pedestrian reached the sidewalk.

“So we goin’ ta yers ta watch da movie or are we gonna watch it in da tenements? I mean I don’t mind either way but also da boys are out tonight causin’ trouble so we got the place to ourselves.” Johnny asked, smiling as he noticed Larry’s hand on his thigh.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry smiled abit smugly, raising an eyebrow at Johnny's clarification they'd be alone at the tenements.

"yeah? are they..? hmm, well, my siblin's 're all out at sleepovers or.. whatever kids have.. and mami is stayin' at aunties since her's is closer to da clinic, so we'd have the house to ourselves too.. but ma will be back in da mornin' if ya were worried about missin' her." He snickered, hand tightening against Johnny's jeans, " 'swear, it's like ya only love me for my ma!"

despite being tired to the bone - literally, his back was killing him - he was teasing Johnny, tapping his pointer finger against his inner thigh gently, more of a habit movement.

"plus, i was really lookin' forward to fallin' into my bed, my backs killin' me.." he shook his head slightly, wincing as he watched a kid fall off their bike near the sidewalk, his heart squeezed abit and he frowned, "poor kid.."

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny snickered at the kid, almost crashing into a pole if he hadn’t braked in time. He immediately changed the conversation to avoid Larry chewing him out. “Yer place it is. Maybe’ll even give ya a back massage if yer lucky. Remember when I scratched yer back and ya practically purred.” Johnny smirked, swerving the car to turn onto one of the back roads he takes to get to Larry’s place. He was actually happy. The tenements wasn’t the comfiest place for getting romantic— let alone going on a date.

He pulled into the driveway of Larry’s house. It wasn’t big— though Johnny had never thought about anything like that anyways. It was on the nicer side of New Coventry near the train tracks, tucked in between two buildings yet cozy nonetheless. The house was dim and it was obvious nobody was home.

Johnny pulled the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car and locking his side before tossing the keys over to Larry so he could lock the passenger door as well. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, walking slowly enough for Larry to catch up with him. He stood next to the door while Larry fumbled with the lock, mumbling under his breath. It made Johnny laugh a little.

Johnny watched Larry finally yank the door open, Larry having the decency to even hold the door open for Johnny despite being exhausted from his shift. Johnny ducked under Larry’s arm, wood floor creaking at Johnny passed doorway. He flicked on the small light hanging over the dining room table as Larry locked the door again.

Larry’s house weirdly made him feel a lot safer and it was more peaceful now that the kids were gone. *johnny loves them anyways though*.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry leaned back against the front door, sighing deeply and letting his eyes hang close for a moment, head lowering.

He snapped up quick, though, moving to catch up Johnny by the dining table.

His hand fell over johnny's shoulders from behind, his head leaning against the other boy's, smiling slightly as his palms slid over the leather of his jacket and his arms soon hung over his shoulders fully, "i can make dinner, of ya want. still got sum energy in me, might as well do sum good with it, huh?" he planted a quick, gentle kiss against the back of Johnny's neck before pulling away, already missing the warmth of another body.

"I think we have rice from the other night, i can clean that up 'nd make sum chicken or something?" he raised an eyebrow, throwing a look over his shoulder as he pulled the fridge door open, "or a soup, maybe? what'd'ya want, baby?"

[thekingaroundheree]

“We don’t gotta eat now, baby.” Johnny said, wrapping his arms around his torso and clinging to Larry. “Let’s jus’ go lie down fer now— huh? Yer backs been botherin’ ya an’ I’m not trynna have ya breakin’ it or something.” Johnny says, pulling him away from the fridge and shutting the door with his foot.

They headed to Larry’s bedroom, johnny clinging to him from behind as they walked which made stepping a little difficult. He dragged Larry to the bed, sitting on top of it and patting his thigh invitingly, watching as Larry layed on top of him. He couldn’t help it and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulders, fingers tangling in his curly hair.

His hands pressed on Larry’s back, palms kneading into every little knot, feeling his boyfriend fidgeting underneath him.

“Dat’s it huh?” Johnny hummed

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm.." Larry hummed, feeling Johnny's warm hands against his aching back after such a long day- no, long week.- was like heaven.

his face deep in whatever pillow was the closest, he hummed gratefully as Johnny continued; his back ached and his shoulder felt stiff, a common occurrence since he was much younger, but still numbingly painful at worst, aggravating at best. Jonny knew he was hurting, he almost always did.

"We still have that old romance movie ya like layin' around somewhere, if ya wanna watch dat.." he sighed as he turned his head against his pillow, words slow and starting to mix together with his exhaustion, "or, we've got sum horror movies, if y'er feelin' brave.. heh.." he giggled breathily at himself, eyes shut as if they burned when open.

they both knew Johnny was a big ol' crybaby when it came to horror movies, but Larry liked them tons, and he figured it was worth a shot.

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s eyes actually widened at the thought of a horror movie. Last time they watched it, johnny ended up in Larry’s lap— face buried in his shoulder occasionally peeking up at the screen. He couldn’t sleep that night at all. But, if his boyfriend wanted to watch a horror movie, then Johnny would have to sit through the pain. Besides, he’d been pretty bossy lately so Larry really deserved to pick even though they both knew Johnny liked romance films. There was just something nice about seeing a couple on the screen and thinking “huh, Larry does that to me too” or “wow I actually have this sittin’ next to me.”

“Horror movie it is…” Johnny said, turning his head to bury his nose in Larry’s curls. He could literally see Larry light up the second the words left his mouth, making him smile against his hair. “Jus’… ya’know… don’t be mad if I freak out an’ what-not..” Johnny said sheepishly. But he’d get through the pain for Larry, he’d been working so hard all week and this was the first time they’d seen each other in weeks.

His hands continued rubbing Larry’s back, smiling at the occasional hums and groans Larry let out from satisfaction. With Larry satisfied, Johnny moved to scratching his back— fingernails lightly scraping at first before going in all the way. He knew Larry liked them best, his hands gripping Johnny’s thighs with each drag. Johnny laughed, “comfy over dere?” He said, taking in the position Larry was in. The sound of a hum in response made him grin.

About an hour later, they sat upright in bed beside each other— Johnny pressed to Larry’s side, head on his shoulder and a hand planted on Larry’s chest. The TV sat in front of them on Larry’s old dresser, a bit awkward in the room since Larry had dragged the TV from the living room to the bedroom. It had been funny watching him fuss over where the cable went.

Johnny’s cheek pressed against Larry’s shoulder as his boyfriend flipped through the stations to find a good horror movie airing.

[larry-thegreaser]

"These all suck, why don't d'ey ever have any good shit on anymore..?" he pouted as he went back through the list of movies airing, hoping maybe he missed a hidden gem or two.

it had gotten much darker out, with less noise of rowdy kids and horns honking outside; it was almost peaceful. familiar. Ne Coventry wasn't the nicest of places, but it was home to a lot of people, and often times those people worked together to make the place feel more welcoming.

his head carefully fell to the side to rest on Johnny's, humming softly as he felt the - slightly greasy - softness against his cheek, feeling just that much more safe with Johnny.

His eye light up as he realized he did miss a movie, " 'ey, they got jeepers creepers startin' soon! score!" he grinned as excitedly as he could with bone deep exhaustion pulling at all of his muscle, clicking into the station happily.

"guess i was wrong," he lifted his head to look down at Johnny, "they still got sum good movies playin' who woulda guessed?" we couldn't help but giggle slightly at how worried Johnny already looked about it, it was just a silly movie- plus he got a perfectly good boyfriend right next to him if he gets scared.

"Oh, what're ya so worried about, Vinny? 's just a movie, baby." he was teasing, smiling as he bit his bottom lip to keep in loose giggles.

[thekingaroundheree]

Ignore that this was asked from my main, i can’t send pics with anon 😔

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The sun set about an hour ago now, and the last few staff members were finishing up around the diner. Either washing dishes, making sure the stoves are cool or wiping mysterious stick from the booth tables.

Larry was one of them, picking up the last few glasses left on the table to drop them near the kitchen window before clocking out.

“Bye, Assholes. See you all next month.” larry turned to look over his shoulder to watch Gary walk out of the door, paper bag of food in hand, “heh.. bye Smith, see ya never.” he smirked to himself, hearing Gary’s huff. 

he wiped his free hand against his apron and balanced the tray of empty glasses in the other, smile growing as he moved across the diner front, already feeling enthralled with the thought of the sleep he’s gonna get tonight. More than two hours, finally! no more essays, no more babysittin’ ‘til midnight, just face fallin’ into his bed and sleeping.

He glanced towards the clock as he set the trap down on the lip of the kitchen window, chest bubbling uncomfortably with excitement. Johnny was supposed to be here any minute, which meant rest was so close.

He promised to watch movies with him tonight, and he’ll keep that promise. Even if he passes out mid movie and maybe misses the whole plot.

He grinned widely, saying his goodbyes to his coworkers, and heading straight for the doors. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than needed.

The cool breeze felt great after being in the hot diner for four hours, the radio from inside still faintly heard and his hair settling into messy curls as he stands on the sidewalk, waiting [im]patiently for his knight in shining armour.

He took in a deep breath, taking the chance to stretch his body and, for the first time in a good while, relax.

[] i don't love how this drawing come out but lets pretend it looks better, thanks guys. also. enter.. my chubby peanut hc.. also pretend i'm good at rp asks..

The sound of gravel filled the empty parking lot as Johnny’s car rolled up in front of the diner, radio blaring hard enough to shake the old vehicle slightly. It was a car Johnny had saw at the junk-yard long ago; fixed it up and got it running. He was a bit freakishly obsessed with it, constantly polishing it and only letting a few people into it. It was his baby. It wasn’t very ugly at all, the red wrap on the car shimmering when it was sunny, a few scratches on it from accidentally bumping and perhaps some road rage. Johnny wasn’t really one to control his anger.

As he parked, he sent a glare towards Gary who had been walking down the gravel path probably to catch the bus home closest to the diner. He never really liked the boy. Especially when Gary made an attempt to join his clique (although the other greasers bullied him mercilessly).

Johnny turned sideways, pushing the passenger door open with his foot instead of bothering to get up, walk around the car, and open it himself. He was that kind of person. Larry didn’t love him any less because of it.

“Yer knight has arrived.” Johnny displayed before immediately wincing at how cringy his own words sounded. He covered his embarrassment by turning to the radio, fiddling with the stations as Larry got into the car. He settled on some old cliche love-song, turning down the volume enough for it to be some ambience.

Johnny rested his elbow on the center console, turning his attention back to his boyfriend. He rarely admitted it (due to the fact it made him feel stupid and clingy), but he always missed the boy despite his shifts only being a few hours long each night. It was stupid and he knew it was, but having Larry’s attention and presence made him feel really nice.

“Hey, Lar. How was da shift? Bet ya made lots of tips from dat place. It’d be nice seein’ a pretty face walkin’ into dat dump.” Johnny’s hand rested idly on the stick shift as he spoke, shrugging and gesturing around like a bad actor in a movie. That was just Johnny though.

He smiled at Peanut, hand smoothing his curls back to kiss his cheek. It had been strange seeing Larry without his hair slicked, but Johnny got used to it over time especially hearing about all the times Larry had complained about the heat and how it messed with his curls.

“Jus’ hope ya had a good time atleast.”

OOC :

THE DRAWING IS SO GOOD AND CUTE BRO OMG THIS ASK IS SO GOOD

[larry-thegreaser]

"snrk- yeahh, my sorry ol' mug is the best thing these people see all day." He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk tugging at his lips -- he wasn't the prettiest sight, 'specially not in a diner.

He shrugged, dropping his apron onto the car floor infront of his seatt, "I dunno, it was.. fine, as usual." he fell back into his seat with a rough sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the last week or so settling deep into his bones, "Don't think it's the fun day out you think it is, Doll."

His voice was falling into the gruff it usually did when he was tired out of his mind, but he still smiled at Johnny, elbow propping up on the center-console and chin finding it's way to his palm. "Days always better seein' you, Baby." A curl fell over his eye, and he was quick to brush it away with a slight pout.

"I did get sum good tips, though. mostly these older ladies, they're real sweet, ya'know? but a girl come in today, was flirtin' up a storm with just about all of us." He paused to shift his position, a small groan escaping his throat as he sat up straight again, "Shoulda seen gary's face, poor kid was practically melting, swear he was this close to outtin' himself to the whole damn town."

[] TY TY LOL <333 I WISH I DID BETTER BUT I GOT EVERLY EXCITED AND DID IT KINDA QUICK 😭

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny’s hand found Larry’s cheek as he spoke, thumb stroking Larry’s cheekbone. “What a girl. Ya never know what dese bitches are up ta ‘til dey come ta bother ya.” Johnny laughed, which slowly turned awkward seeing the disapproving look Larry gave for his direct comment about women. “Dat was a little outta pocket.” Johnny admitted, letting out a quiet sigh of relief seeing Larry relax again.

“But yeah. Ya’know dat summer job I got as a mechanic workin’ for dat old guy ‘till he kicked da bucket? Dem ladies would come in wit’ their husbands; eyes only on me. I’m not even jokin’, Pea. I made like hundreds of dollars from tips dat summer!” Johnny grinned, shaking his head as he turned back to face the wheel, palm resting on the black leather cover on it.

Larry had already gone quiet again. Johnny hadn’t told him about that part of the job at all. Johnny didn’t like keeping secrets, but considering his parents were dead to him and he’s been living by himself since he was 13 and basically took care of himself all those years, he needed the money a lot. His parents were in jail. Johnny never spoke about them. Didn’t even like thinking about them.

He shook his thoughts, tapping fingers on the wheel along to the beat of the radio to distract himself from Larry’s death stare. He really didn’t feel like arguing right now considering they were supposed to be having a little “date” tonight— their first date in weeks. Larry had been so caught up with work and school that sometimes Johnny felt like they barely hung out anymore.

He turned his head back towards Larry after starting the engine. “What?”

[larry-thegreaser]

"Nuthin'.."

His eyebrows were knitted together almost painfully, feeling a bit of a hurt feeling pool in his chest -- had Johnny really kept that from him? for this long?

Then again, it was probably uncomfortable to think about for Johnny, and he didn't want to remember it...

Larry's tight expression softened, having resolved - most - of it out quickly, now eyeing Johnny from the corner as he watched out the window as Johnny pulled out of the parking lot, "I wish you told me sooner, love.." his eyes slipped closed as he took in a deep breath through his nose, and for a second he almost let himself doze off just there.

he didn't, of course, instead pulling his eyes back open and reaching for the radio, playing with it until he heard the familiar sound of The Pussycat Dolls - sue him, they made good music.

"Jeez, 's a shame they hide dis stuff of those radio stations on late.." his head tilted to the side, neck cracking and a yawn escaping him at the same time. he shook it off quickly, sliding down the seat and reaching his arm over the center-console to rest his hand over Johnny's thigh lightly.

"I mean, atleast it's on da radio, but i wish they'd play this stuff earlier, ya'know? it's good music, these stations are so paranoid d'ese days." he rolled his eyes at his own rant, head slightly bobbing to the music anyway, "like, so wha' if a kid or two hears them? dat's on da parents, not da radio."

he paused again, eye slipping closed again for a long moment before lazily pulling open again, "Gary was on kid duty today, servin' all da kiddos.. it was actually real sweet, he kept given out free cupcakes- he claims it was to piss off da chef, but i think it was sumthin' else." he chuckled to himself, thumb starting to rub against Johnny's jeans absentmindedly.

[thekingaroundheree]

“Can’t stand dat dweeb.” Johnny mumbled, adjusting the rear view mirror as he reversed out of the parking lot. Once back on the road, his fingers tapped along to the beat of the song on the radio. The song was familiar— he’d heard it countless times coming from Larry’s room in the tenements some mornings when he slept there instead of staying at home with his ma.

He cracked open the windows, letting some air filter into the hot stuffy car. Johnny’s free hand went to crank up the volume of the radio as the song got to the climax. The music poured out the car windows, though it didn’t really matter now that they were on the open road. The diner was far from New Coventry, but not anything Larry couldn’t handle.

The car rolled onto the streets of Bullworth, forcing Johnny to actually hit the brake pedal. He wasn’t the safest driver considering he was self taught. He muttered an apology at Larry, honking the horn as another slow biker crossed the street. What were the fuckers doing? They never ever know how ta ride a damn bike, Johnny thought, pressing the gas pedal the second the pedestrian reached the sidewalk.

“So we goin’ ta yers ta watch da movie or are we gonna watch it in da tenements? I mean I don’t mind either way but also da boys are out tonight causin’ trouble so we got the place to ourselves.” Johnny asked, smiling as he noticed Larry’s hand on his thigh.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry smiled abit smugly, raising an eyebrow at Johnny's clarification they'd be alone at the tenements.

"yeah? are they..? hmm, well, my siblin's 're all out at sleepovers or.. whatever kids have.. and mami is stayin' at aunties since her's is closer to da clinic, so we'd have the house to ourselves too.. but ma will be back in da mornin' if ya were worried about missin' her." He snickered, hand tightening against Johnny's jeans, " 'swear, it's like ya only love me for my ma!"

despite being tired to the bone - literally, his back was killing him - he was teasing Johnny, tapping his pointer finger against his inner thigh gently, more of a habit movement.

"plus, i was really lookin' forward to fallin' into my bed, my backs killin' me.." he shook his head slightly, wincing as he watched a kid fall off their bike near the sidewalk, his heart squeezed abit and he frowned, "poor kid.."

[thekingaroundheree]

Johnny snickered at the kid, almost crashing into a pole if he hadn’t braked in time. He immediately changed the conversation to avoid Larry chewing him out. “Yer place it is. Maybe’ll even give ya a back massage if yer lucky. Remember when I scratched yer back and ya practically purred.” Johnny smirked, swerving the car to turn onto one of the back roads he takes to get to Larry’s place. He was actually happy. The tenements wasn’t the comfiest place for getting romantic— let alone going on a date.

He pulled into the driveway of Larry’s house. It wasn’t big— though Johnny had never thought about anything like that anyways. It was on the nicer side of New Coventry near the train tracks, tucked in between two buildings yet cozy nonetheless. The house was dim and it was obvious nobody was home.

Johnny pulled the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car and locking his side before tossing the keys over to Larry so he could lock the passenger door as well. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, walking slowly enough for Larry to catch up with him. He stood next to the door while Larry fumbled with the lock, mumbling under his breath. It made Johnny laugh a little.

Johnny watched Larry finally yank the door open, Larry having the decency to even hold the door open for Johnny despite being exhausted from his shift. Johnny ducked under Larry’s arm, wood floor creaking at Johnny passed doorway. He flicked on the small light hanging over the dining room table as Larry locked the door again.

Larry’s house weirdly made him feel a lot safer and it was more peaceful now that the kids were gone. *johnny loves them anyways though*.

[larry-thegreaser]

Larry leaned back against the front door, sighing deeply and letting his eyes hang close for a moment, head lowering.

He snapped up quick, though, moving to catch up Johnny by the dining table.

His hand fell over johnny's shoulders from behind, his head leaning against the other boy's, smiling slightly as his palms slid over the leather of his jacket and his arms soon hung over his shoulders fully, "i can make dinner, of ya want. still got sum energy in me, might as well do sum good with it, huh?" he planted a quick, gentle kiss against the back of Johnny's neck before pulling away, already missing the warmth of another body.

"I think we have rice from the other night, i can clean that up 'nd make sum chicken or something?" he raised an eyebrow, throwing a look over his shoulder as he pulled the fridge door open, "or a soup, maybe? what'd'ya want, baby?"

[thekingaroundheree]

“We don’t gotta eat now, baby.” Johnny said, wrapping his arms around his torso and clinging to Larry. “Let’s jus’ go lie down fer now— huh? Yer backs been botherin’ ya an’ I’m not trynna have ya breakin’ it or something.” Johnny says, pulling him away from the fridge and shutting the door with his foot.

They headed to Larry’s bedroom, johnny clinging to him from behind as they walked which made stepping a little difficult. He dragged Larry to the bed, sitting on top of it and patting his thigh invitingly, watching as Larry layed on top of him. He couldn’t help it and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulders, fingers tangling in his curly hair.

His hands pressed on Larry’s back, palms kneading into every little knot, feeling his boyfriend fidgeting underneath him.

“Dat’s it huh?” Johnny hummed

[larry-thegreaser]

"hmm.." Larry hummed, feeling Johnny's warm hands against his aching back after such a long day- no, long week.- was like heaven.

his face deep in whatever pillow was the closest, he hummed gratefully as Johnny continued; his back ached and his shoulder felt stiff, a common occurrence since he was much younger, but still numbingly painful at worst, aggravating at best. Jonny knew he was hurting, he almost always did.

"We still have that old romance movie ya like layin' around somewhere, if ya wanna watch dat.." he sighed as he turned his head against his pillow, words slow and starting to mix together with his exhaustion, "or, we've got sum horror movies, if y'er feelin' brave.. heh.." he giggled breathily at himself, eyes shut as if they burned when open.

they both knew Johnny was a big ol' crybaby when it came to horror movies, but Larry liked them tons, and he figured it was worth a shot.