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Self-Defense - Johnny Lawrence Imagine Part 1

Summary: Johnny finds out you know a little bit of self-defense, but learns you don’t know enough as you should when trouble ensues when he’s not around.

Author’s Note: I’m in the middle of writing part 2 so stay tuned and enjoy this first part! (Also I tried very hard to create my own gifs and only one managed to work for some reason so bare with me)

It was nine-fifteen in the evening, you were counting the minutes till you could clock out. It’s not that you hated your job, but it surely wasn’t the job of your dreams. It was something to pay the bills while you worked on your career. It was a trendy hipster bar and restaurant, so it wasn’t the worst. The other employees weren’t too bad, really the worst part of the job was the sleazy men that drowned themselves in liquor and harassed the customers and workers. Your manager had his fair share of jerks he had to kick out, but the past couple months remained enjoyable.

You handed the drink menus to your last table, two young men on a guys night out. You headed back to the bar when you caught eyes with a handsome blonde walking through the doors. He nodded to the hostess, pointing at your direction with a grin on his face. You blushed, making your way behind the bar. He claimed a seat directly in front of you.

He smirked, “Hi beautiful.”

“Hello handsome.” You leaned on the bar.

“I know you get out at nine-thirty but I couldn’t wait to see you.” He winked.

You blushed, flashing him a flirty grin. From the corner of your eye, you caught the men at your table staring at you. You held up your index finger at Johnny.

“One sec.”

He nodded, not-so casually checking you out as you made your way to the table. He returned his attention to the bar, signaling the bartender.

“Sorry about that, what can I get ya?”

“I’m not sure-” One of the men hesitated, the drink menu still in his hand.

“Well, if you’re looking for something strong, I recommend the ‘Shift Drink.’ It’s mixed with a little rye whiskey and ginger syrup, it’s a classic cocktail. But if you’re looking for something sweeter, I’d recommend ‘The Blood and Sand.’ It’s mixed with both orange juice and sweet vermouth. Or the ‘Peach Blood and Sand,’ replacing the orange juice with peach flavoring. Do you like peach?”

“Well -” the man started, completely ignoring your spiel.

“I do.” His friend added, his hand grazing your butt in admiration. You jumped at the touch, though you weren’t the only one. Johnny had turned right at the moment the man put his hand on you, causing him to jump out of his seat, making a beeline towards the table. Meanwhile, you had instinctively grabbed the man by his wrist, pulling it up and towards his back, slamming his head on the table. The commotion shook the restaurant, everyone now staring. Johnny had stopped in his tracks at the scene.

You bent down to the man’s ear. “If you ever lay a hand on me again I’ll break your fucking arm.” You whispered with gritted teeth. Your manager tapped your shoulder, you whipped your head, still in fight mode. He gave you the signal to take off a few minutes early. You released the man’s arm, turning back towards the bar. Johnny gently reached for your arm as you passed him. You looked up, completely oblivious to how close he was to the scene.

“You okay?”

You nodded. “Just gonna get my jacket.” He nodded back, walking towards the bar as you made your way to the backroom.

He reached for his wallet, paying for his drink and tipping the bartender while he waited. You were slipping your arms in your jacket as you made your way over to Johnny. He shoved his wallet in his back pocket, you slipped your arm between his. He peered down at you with a small smile before the two of you exited the restaurant.

***

Throughout the car ride and on the way to your door, the two of you had joked about the situation at the restaurant.

“Who would’ve thought that the sweetest angel in the world could break a man’s arm.” The two of you laughed, arriving at the front of your door. You turned to face him.

“But seriously babe, where did that come from?” He grinned with intrigue.

You shrugged. “YouTube I guess. Ever since I got this job, I thought it would be crucial to learn self-defense, even if it’s just a move or two.”

Well,” He started with a teasing smirk plastered on his face, “I wouldn’t wanna fight you, you’re pretty feisty.”

You blushed with a laugh, pushing him playfully before pulling him into a kiss.

***

- Several Weeks Later -

“Have a good night!” You hollered to the clerk, the door closing behind you with a ring. You had made a quick run to the mini-mart for some milk, it was only a few blocks away from your apartment so you chose to walk rather than waste gas. It was late, pushing nine o’clock. You quickly realized it may not have been the best idea to walk alone at night, especially in such a dimly lit area. You pulled your phone out of your purse to call Johnny, his voice alone made you feel at ease.

Back at the dojo, Johnny was wrapping up with his students.

“Fight!”

Before Mitch could take a second step, Hawk had kicked him halfway off the mat. In the backroom, Johnny's phone vibrated on his desk, the screen illuminating your name.

You sighed, pulling the phone away from your face. The sound of footsteps echoed behind you. You listened closely, your eyes wide. The sound matched yours, same pace, same route, with the exception of the weight the sound carried. You redialed Johnny’s number.

“Alright now I don’t wanna hear any bitchin’ or moanin’ about feeling sore in the morning. You’re here to work hard and be badass.” His phone continued to be ignored as he wrapped up his session.

You held the phone to your face, hoping it would appear as if someone was on the other line. You dared to turn your head only to find no one behind you. You slowly turned your head, eyes wandering over the environment behind you. You turned - smack - you collided with the chest of a tall man towering over you. You quickly backstepped. Two heavy hands wrapped around your arms from behind you. You jumped with a shriek, the screen of your phone cracked as it hit the ground, the carton of milk exploded over the concrete. The man in front of you grinned before taking his steps towards you.

Miguel was the last to leave the dojo, like most nights. Johnny made his way to the backroom, closing the door behind him as he changed out of his clothes. He placed his belongings in his bag, grabbing his phone. The device illuminated, exposing two missed calls from you. He dialed your number, pressing his shoulder to his ear as he gathered his bag and locked the back room. He walked across the dojo, your voicemail playing in his ear. Beep

“Hey babe, sorry I missed your call, was wrapping up with the kids. I’m on my way out, I’ll swing by your place -” He shut the lights to the dojo off, locking the door behind him. “I’ll see you soon.” He hung up, opening the door to his Challenger.

***

Johnny had knocked on your door for the second time.

“Babe?” Silence. He sighed, shifting his focus to the outside hallway. He dialed your number again.

Nothing. He pulled his phone down and stared at it. It was past ten, he knew you didn’t work late.

He walked down the steps, starting to feel the heat rise in his chest as he grew to wonder where you were. He figured you’d probably call him by the time he reached his place.

***

He stared at his phone on the kitchen counter. He took another swig of beer and nearly choked at the rapid knocking on his door. He sped to the door and opened it to see one of the most heartbreaking sights he’s encountered. There you were, trembling at his door. Tears had stained your scratched cheeks, a dark bruise covered your right cheekbone, blood peaked behind your hair from the corner of your head. Your lip, cut, quivered in humiliation and terror. Johnny pulled you in his apartment, as if the action would protect you from further pain.

He turned to you, his throat drying up. He swallowed, “Who did this to you?” He asked in a low but stern voice.

“Johnny-” You choked.

“Babe - please, just tell me who and where the hell they are right now.” He demanded, anger rising. He didn’t bother to ask if you were okay as you clearly weren’t, he thought the quicker he learns about what happened, the faster he’ll get to catching these guys.

“I-I don’t know, I was walking -”

“Where??”

“The Mini-Mart-”

“You were walking to the Mini-Mart?!”

“I needed milk.” You said sheepishly, your voice started to crack.

“Why didn’t you just tell me!?”

“I didn’t want to bother you - you were working!” You shouted back, tears starting to form.

“And look what happened!!”

“Johnny please-” You started to cry, your hand covering your mouth.

His heart shattered. Realizing he was making everything worse he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed your back. Having you cry into his chest made his eyes start to water.

***

Once the tears had settled, Johnny had led you to his bathroom where he helped clean you up. He had you lean on the counter as he dabbed the blood off your face with a washcloth. You sniffled, hiccups still lingering. You watched as he focused on rinsing the cloth. He bent down to you again, moving his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so he could plant a kiss to your forehead. He looked you in the eyes as if to ask how you were doing. You nodded, unable to muster a sympathetic smile. He showed his instead and kissed you gently on the lips. He left to his room, returning with his Zebra shirt, your favorite. You accepted the offer and sat up as he removed himself from the bathroom.

You were folding your clothes, crossing over to his bedroom when you caught him by the front door, putting on his black leather jacket.

“Where are you going?” Concern in your voice.

He walked over to you, sympathy written over his face. He gently wrapped his calloused hand over your soft ones.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” The two of you knew what he was planning to do after you were calm enough to describe the men and everything that happened.

“Johnny-” You shook your head with worry.

“Babe-”

“No!” You squeezed his hand, tugging them towards you.

His face fell, watching your emotions untangle once more.

“Please Johnny-” You shook your head, voice breaking as tears started to fall. “Don’t leave me.” You hiccuped.

To hear the sincerity and fear in your voice was all it took to convince him to stay.

He looked down, partially ashamed. He nodded, looking back at you. He stepped forward and gently swiped his thumb over your cheek.

“I’m not gonna leave you.”

***

You were sound asleep in Johnny’s bed resting your head on his chest. He, on the other hand, was wide awake. He caressed your hair and continued to stare at the ceiling. He was trying not to grow too angry as he thought about what you had told him. The thought of someone violently harassing you and to learn it was two men, boiled his blood. He wanted so badly to slip out of the apartment, find the men responsible and kick their ass. But he couldn’t betray your trust, he told you he would stay, so he will.

Hope you enjoyed this part, stay tuned for part 2! 💕

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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so since i was given the permission to send you some ✨thots✨ for dazed and confused characters...i’m taking full advantage of that😏

however, this one i feel is not as spicy as some of the ones i send you, but jesus if i don’t want to make out with slater while at the moontower. maybe some high groping🤷‍♀️ you never know. THANK YOU FOR DOING THIS I LOVE YOU FOREVER - ❤️

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I could literally hug you so hard right now! I mean this! I absolutely love love love this movie and duh, slater is bae. <3 I have... definitely been feeling some kind of way about this ask you’ve sent, so.. Let’s get into this, shall we?

Warnings: Probably gonna get a lil handsy.. A lot of sloppy kissing, maybe a little grinding, mentions of weed/smoking joints and drinking.... Beyond all that, who knowssss. That being said, it’s still not advised for minors to read this, so if you chose to keep reading, you really can’t say I didn’t warn youuu.

Tagging: uhh.. I’m just going to throw random tags out here to @twistnet and @chasingeverybreakingwave because I have a feeling you two would like to see this? if not, feel free to ignore.

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RON SLATER & moontower makeout;

Your brother absolutely hated Ron. And he was very,very,very overprotective when it came to you. Typical for Fred O’Bannion though, if one were to ask around your high school.

The last day of school came and literally all everyone was talking about was the party that night. You started off the morning just peachy -sarcasm intended here, when you somehow managed to collide with Ron in the hallway. Normally, he wouldn’t give you a second look. Mostly because of Fred, you suspected, but I digress. This time, he steadies you. And rather than step away from each other, you two wind up drifting closer together in the crowded hallway. He’s gazing down at you, calm and almost thoughtfully.

“Hey, you comin to the party later, sweetheart?” that lazy deep drawl was enough to have you squirming ever so slightly. Swallowing hard as you raised a hand to drag through your hair, holding his gaze. Pretending to think it over.

“Gee, I don’t know...”

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart. You gotta! It’s gonna be bitchin.” Slater informed. The pleading look in his eyes didn’t go missed by you and it had you more than a little curious if you were to admit it. After a second or two, you smiled slowly. Nodding. “One condition.”

Sheesh, you were bold, asking a guy the grade above you for a condition to you attending this party, but... You were feeling some kind of way, so you went with the moment. Carpe diem and all that jazz. Anyway.

He chuckles. God the sound is both melodic and erotic. You bite your lip, still holding his gaze. He’s rubbing his chin thoughtfully, mulling it over for himself. Finally, that lazy grin. His hand raises, restling palm down against the locker, right above your head and he’s kinda leaning down and into you. “What’s the condition?”

“I kind of need to figure out a way to get there.” you admitted sheepishly. “My brother’s an ass, he’d never just willingly take me. He’d actually tell our parents if he even thought I was going to go...” you shuffled your feet, swallowing hard. Waiting on Ron to shoot you down, because that had to be what was coming, right?

Well, turns out, you were wrong.

He chuckles again. Nodding. An almost sage and wise beyond his years thoughtful look in his eyes. Almost like he was thinking. Then he steps even closer. “I’ll come back to meet ya. How’s that?”

You nodded and smiled. Told him which area of the building you’d be walking out of and you went ahead then and mentally prepared yourself to be stood up. Either he’d forget or he just wouldn’t show.

You were just about to walk away, but Ron caught up to you, tapping your shoulder. You turned around, smiling shyly up at him. "Yeah?" your stomach started to sink. Was he already changing his mind?

“Hey, I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart?” Slater asked, dragging thick digits through a long mane you'd secretly spent the entire year wanting to run your fingers through... Besides the point, but still.

Before you could actually tell him your name, your idiot older brother Fred did it for you, practically snapping at you angrily because you were talking to Ron Slater. After he'd told you more than a thousand times not to. Not wanting the bullshit involved with reminding your bull-headed older brother once again that you weren't a baby, you took a deep breath, massaging your temples. Rolling your eyes at your brother's general direction. "And there's my brother now. I'll see you later?" you asked Ron hopefully.

Ron gave a bright grin, giving you a thumbs up. And you hurried down the hall to your own homeroom but not before you heard your brother start running his mouth at Ron...

You grumbled to yourself as you stepped into class and took your seat. Resigning yourself to the fact that Ron wouldn't show this afternoon. If you wanted to go to the party, you'd have to just figure out another way.

TIME SKIP

The last bell sounded. Everyone piled out of their classrooms and into the hallway in a chaotic frenzy. Throwing notebooks, shoving and pushing for the nearest exit. You darted out of your classroom, ditching your notebooks for the year in a nearly full bin as you went. Arms shot out and wrapped around your hips and you were pulled into a quieter hallway. Body to body with Slater. He already smelled a little like his smoke of choice and his eyes were a little red. But he was here, waiting. Just like he said he'd be.

Pink wandered past, gazing at you two. Chuckling as he called out to Slater casually, "Better watch your ass, man. O'Bannion is on the warpath now, seein as how you punched his lights out earlier."

You gazed up at Ron, trying not to laugh.

"You punched my idiot brother? Why?"

Ron shrugged. Grumbled something about him being tired of Fred fucking O'Bannion telling him who he could and couldn't talk to. Then his eyes settled on you and that lazy grin started to fill his face all over again. "He's been ridin my ass all year, sweetheart. Because he knows I like you and it pisses him off."

You gulped. Brain desperately trying to process what Ron Slater just told you. Giggling like an idiot and unable to resist the urge to cozy up to him just a bit as you rose to tiptoe, your lips against his ear. "I like you too, Ron. A lot, actually."

"Sweet." he chuckled. Wrapping an arm around you while you were pressed against him. Muttering quietly, "You ready to get outta here? I've seen enough of this fuckin place."

"Yeah, gladly."

TIME SKIP AGAIN

You'd been riding around with Slater and his friends all afternoon. After the party got cancelled at one area, someone suggested just throwing it out at the Moontower.

At one point, you got split up from Ron and his friends, but you met up with a girl down the street from you, Clarissa. And you rode around with her and the girls she was riding around with. They all stopped at the rec center and that's where you met up with a slightly tipsy and very handsy Ron Slater for the third time that day. He saw you coming in and you heard him say loudly -and drunkenly, "Be right back. My girl just walked in."

Pink snickered and taunted Ron, "You better watch out man. O'Bannion even thinks you two are a thing, he's gonna go nuclear."

"F-Fuck him, man." Slater drawled, walking over to greet you. Lifting you off the ground in a hug, squeezing you against him like he hadn't seen you in ten years instead of the hour it'd been since you'd last seen each other.

Across the rec center, Wooderson and Pink were teasing out loud and cat calling. Clapping.

Ron broke the hug, standing you back on your feet all the way. Staring down at you as his hands skimmed your sides, settling on your hips. "Y-you're stayin with me, princess. Okay?"

You blushed and bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering. If you thought you'd gotten wet earlier in the afternoon when you two were sharing a joint and he pulled you right into his lap, inhaling and letting you breath it in and then inhaling from you when you exhaled, your mouths nearly brushing and getting closer with each second... You were wrong.

Because now you were pretty much flooded. And full of thoughts. He'd been a gentleman. Hadn't tried to really pull any fast moves on you at all. Affectionate and handsy then, yeah? But not over the top. Or just assuming he could touch you / do whatever he wanted to you and you... absolutely adored that about him, even if you were literally DYING for him to kiss you and grope you... Among other things.

But now.. Oh god, now. He was a little tipsier than he'd been high earlier. And that affectionate handsiness was more frenzied. Needy. Like he wanted you so badly he couldn't keep his hands off.

You absolutely loved it.

Jodi and Clarissa called out to you, asking if you wanted to leave to go to a drive in with them to get some food, but you waved them off. Smiling as you cozied up to Slater, who slipped his arms around you and called out with a laugh, "I'm k-keepin her, okay?"

Your friends left, leaving you alone with Slater again. And a few minutes later, you two decided to grab a ride with Pink and Mitch over to the Moontower, for the party.

TIME SKIP... AGAIN.

The party was over. Everyone had pretty much gone home. Given that your mother thought you were spending the night with Clarissa, since you'd told her so earlier that afternoon, you really didn't have a curfew. So you and Slater were cozied up at the top platform of the Moontower, lying on your backs, gazing up at the sun as it started to come up. He still hadn't kissed you and you were literally dying for it to happen. He must have been too, because one minute he was telling you his theory on George Washington and the aliens, the next you were settling yourself on top of him, staring down at his lips. He gave a lazy grinning yawn and wrapped his arms around you. Your mouths just barely grazed. You couldn't take it anymore. You rubbed yourself against him a little and something snapped in him. His hands started to roam up and down your back. Stopping under your ass, squeezing. Grinding you right against him. You could feel him straining through his jeans and you sucked in a deep breath. He gave a lazy chuckle, gazing up at you thoughtfully. You rubbed against him yet again and he moaned out quietly, "Somethin ya want, sweetheart?"

"You." you muttered quietly. Your answer seemed to make him come even further undone, because he was really grabbing hold of your ass now. Rubbing you against the bulge formed and straining at his jeans just a little more with each passing second. "I've been dyin to do this, princess." he drawls out in that deep lazy husk as his mouth finally connects with yours. His lips latching onto your bottom lip, the pressure in the kiss making you whimper, the sound swallowed as his tongue flicks out and darts between your lips. You whine impatiently and he chuckles, the kiss deepening. He raises to sit and you wrap your legs around his waist, squeezing. Rocking yourself over his bulge. His hands move slowly over your curves. One settles in your hair. Tangling in a handful at the back of your head, pulling your mouth against his even deeper still. You're lightheaded; you almost can't breathe but you don't want to break the kiss. When his mouth drifts away from yours, you shiver as you feel him tilt your head. Leaving your neck totally open for the taking. His lips move over your throbbing pulse, leaving a line of soft bites and hickies too large to possibly even attempt hiding on their path down. You drag your fingers through his hair, your mouth ghosting over the side of his neck, marking him up also.

The sun's just starting to rise in the sky and it's early morning. You wind up falling asleep, bodies entangled, Slater's fingers dragging through your hair lazily.

What a night....

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aphcrunch · 2 years

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tfw i cant tell if ive drastically lost followers on my main blog or if im doing pretty well for myself

#ftr its a good thing i cant tell this is great #mitchs bitchin

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skiingcows · 2 years

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@lordfenric and @thesadboisguidetolife tagged me to post a selfie. Thanks 😁

I'll tag @mitch-the-bitchin @yddaw @analogthoughtsithink @bigkidinabigworld @circle-of-power @serfin-u-s-a @clockwerk and @thickness-protection-program

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ramble-writes · 3 years

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So... Today is my Frank's birthday. Yes it is May 1st deal with it. BUT, here we are again with MORE of the Frank Brothers! I told myself I was gonna do this cuz it would be nice and I'm finding myself liking this AU. So James belongs to (again~) @franks-mixtape! As for the Julie (same one from the previous one) that one belongs to my bf. So.. Happy Birthday to my boy, big ol’ boofer you are. And Luke I tried to make sure I still got a mellow raven tone right cuz hi I haven’t been writing in a while.

NOTE!!!! This would take place after the valentine’s fic. So meaning that Fenik and James met in 1995 which carried onto 1996 (year in-game legion disappeared). As for the first wolf bros fic, that one was like.. an in the middle thing. So yeah.

Warning(s): cursing, teenager stuff lol

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Due to a teacher, the pack of Fairview knew about one of Frank's birthdays. On January 18th on a Thursday, the teacher for physics during roll call had briefly announced it when he called out James’s name. This information was quick to be relayed, since Joey was there in the class to hear Julie, Susie, and the other Frank, Fenik as his middle name goes.

Good on Fenik’s part for having a free period since he was quick to leave the school and hurried off to see about something simple to get his brother. Though... Any sort of gift or a word of cheer was met with hostility and retaliation. Of course, this worried the hell out of the three. Fenik only knew about what really happened and as to why his brother hated his own birthday a few days later when the raven-haired teen came stumbling to his brother’s home drunk off his ass and told the whole story.

Damn near broke the russet-haired Morrison’s heart at it...

Fast-forward to March. It was something about after valentine’s that Julie wondered about Fenik’s birthday, and had brought up this thought to his brother, Joey, and Susie. James was quick to be against it and said to drop it with a snap. He may not know what horrors his other half went through, but Fenik’s been the wolf the longest and had yet to ever snap. And he didn’t want to risk that. The last thing he honestly wanted (but never admitted) was for there to be a fight and for any of them to be hurt or worse, killed.

Of course, it brought on determination to mix with curiosity. Which was a bad mix when it comes to Julie since she went over to the russet-haired teen's foster home. Her last class was a free period, so it made it easy to get up and leave without really sticking around. Since it's most likely the couple has his papers upon fostering, it would have his date of birth on it.

"So... He's a May baby?"

"That's right. And on the first, no less," Audrey responded with a nod. A look crossed her face, then the woman turned to look at the young girl. "Do you think he wants to do anything for his birthday? With what he's been through, I think it would be nice."

Julie casted her eyes to the side, brown orbs focusing on a cross country trophy with a figure in a running position with the words '2nd Place: Fairview' engraved at the bottom.

"His brother says it would be a bad idea to do anything after what happened on his birthday."

"You mean, the other Frank? His half brother?"

"Mhm. He doesn't know what would happen if we do something for him. Though, I do agree since raven head threw a big fit on his birthday. Frank knows what happened, but hasn't told us."

Audrey nodded in understanding. Seeing as the two have the same father, of course, they would confide in each other. She does remember back in January that night when she went to check on the (unknowingly) wolf, that she saw the two in Fenik's bed. Amber eyes had looked over with a gesture for her to be silent. From what she could see of the passed-out teenager, was that he smelt of alcohol and just barely could see cheeks stained with tears.

"Then... How about a gift?"

That made Julie think. She wouldn't really know what he would want seeing as there's quite a bit he keeps to himself and or only shares with James. So she just shrugged. At least they have till May to think it over.

May 1st was only about a week away. The pack had about a full month to plan on what to do. Even though it was on a Wednesday, the weekend could be used up for the group. Despite his best efforts with telling them it's a bad idea, James caved and (reluctantly) agreed to help out to see what things caught his brother's eye.

So far, nothing. But, the raven-haired 19-year-old, on his first hunt, noticed something about the russet-haired teen. It was after they took down a moose, how Fenik managed to detach the head with a snap of the spine and the sickening ripping sound of flesh and muscles. James had... no idea how much blood was truly on the both of them till Fenik shifted back.

Blood covered his mouth and chin, running down his neck to his shirt under his jacket. And his hands were *drenched* from biting and attacking the moose. Back to the point, the black pelted wolf watched how the skin on the head was cut off with a knife the other had stowed away. It clicked that way. Bones/Skulls were of his interest with how he was careful with it and set it up against a tree.

"Whatcha doin' there fuzz butt?"

"Ideas are needed. Plus, gotta draw out your first hunting band! You're a Morrison, brother. And, maybe, if you'd like. A new skull. I'm thinkin' flesh hanging off the antlers."

"That's... bitchin. But, for another day. I'm cool with the band."

Fenik nodded, then finished what he was doing before shifting back and headed back over to his brother. It did surprise James when the rust-colored wolf took a big ol' bite out of the carcass and *swallowed* it down. He decided not to make a comment and tried it out himself. Weird how as a wolf the taste of raw meats doesn't taste so bad.

Since the days have gotten warmer with summer coming, clothes were lighter so no one overheated. At lunch, it was clear to the others how relaxed Fenik looked, not minding when his soon-to-be teammates from track & field would come over and pat him on the back to wish him a happy 19th and some even gave him 10 or 5 bucks (10 = about 8. 5 = about 4). He didn't mind *that* part one bit.

When school was out, the pack stood outside the steps as per usual. Well, except Joey till he did hop down the steps with a pretty big grin on his face. This made the two Morrisons and Julie look over with a raised brow.

"Somethin' up, Joe?"

"Yup! So, ya know how you told us you and raven head here went on his first hunt, yeah?"

Fenik nodded slowly, suspicious of what the tallest of their group was going on about. He heard his brother sigh in his head and go on about how he tried to tell them not to. "Yeaaaah?"

"And ya got all those tattoos n such, right?"

"Joey... What did you do."

The 18-year-old smiled and took off his backpack. Opening it, he withdrew a bag (that he most likely stashed in his locker) and handed it over. The russet-haired teen blinked as he took it, peaking in with amber eyes. Reaching in, he withdrew a box no bigger than the length of his forearm.

"A stick n poke?"

"Yeah! Well, we know that you do pretty well in art and that from some of the stuff you've shown us, you do all those dots that create really cool images."

"Stipple. That's what the media is called."

"Yeah, th-"

"JOEY YOU DIDN'T WAIT FOR ME!"

Susie came running down the steps with what looks like a book in her hand that she's waving about. Turns out the book was a sketchbook. At first, there was a slow build of concern and worry with how quiet he is, that is till they all felt a wave of sadness mixed with happiness. Hearing Fenik sniffle with a smile on his face was something.

"Sorry ah... I've.. never really celebrated my birthday. Always thought of it as bad since I was put in the system a day before my birthday. And.. all the others after that in every home, they just took the extra money I was supposed to get every May."

He ended it by muttering how the families thought it was bonus money. There were shared looks at that. Put in the system before turning 8. Ouch... James then leaned onto his brother's side, feeling him lean back. He isn't good with words, but as they say, actions speak louder than words.

After that exchange was done, the five all went home. Even after that day, Fenik was a bit snide on the fact that the other two didn't really get him anything. But, maybe Joey just had a higher knowledge? Though that didn't seem right, James did know about it as well.

The silence that followed didn't make any sense till Friday.

When the russet-haired teen got home, he was confused. One moment James hurried off to his house, then the next moment he was at the door of his house with his backpack.

"Bro, what the hell are you doin?"

"Waiting on you, and the others."

"Others?"

James just motioned for him to open the door, when he did, his parents were there waiting with bags of what he could tell is camping gear.

"Uh... What is going on?"

Mitch looked up upon hearing the teen and stood there proudly with a smile on his face as he gestured to the two big bags that hold two separate tents, rolled up sleeping bags, bags that probably have food and blankets, and other things.

"When was the last time you've been camping?"

"Uh... Six years ago? I think? Why?"

"We thought it would be nice to go down to the lake. Minnewanka to be exact," Audrey exclaimed with a smile. James let out a snort of a laugh from behind at the name, which the woman ignored before turning her attention to the people that walked up to the door.

"And we thought it would be nice to bring your friends and your brother! That's why they have their bags for the weekend."

Fenik turned his head to look over his shoulder to see Susie, Joey, and Julie there with what were their backpacks that were once full of school supplies, but now hold clothing. It took a moment for him to put the pieces together and his eyes widened.

"Wait, is this for my birthday?"

The six people in the room all smiled with nods of their heads. This made him get excited and rushed over to the stairs and his steps thundered as he ran up to his room. The raven-haired teen went up after the silence that followed after his other half left, wanting to avoid the awkward standing without knowing what to say.

The trip was long, but the weather made up for it. Susie, Joey, and Julie were in the backseat, mainly because the brothers insisted since they wanna sit in the truck bed. Honestly, the happiness that radiated from both was astounding considering the many shit foster homes they had.

It was Fenik who insisted that they howl out along the ride, mainly to be idiots in his excitement but, as far as he knows James probably hasn't tried to before. The sound though, was loud when conjoined from the two. Joey ended up sticking his head out to do it as well, Susie had turned down her hearing aid to make it easier to join in from her head coming out of the back window. Julie just chuckled with a roll of her eyes with Mitch and Audrey.

Upon getting there, a spot was reserved for them marked in outdoor safe spray paint. What was odd was how it was marked F.J. Fenik looked to the two adults, assuming it was a way to mark as him and Julie, that was till they looked at James with worried yet hopefully glances.

"We thought it would be nice to celebrate both your birthdays. From when I last saw you, James. You passed out in your brother's arms and looked like you've been crying."

There was a visible flinch from the raven-haired teen at that. He did remember getting drunk and stumbling to the other's home. He couldn't remember all that he said in his drunken stupor, but he did remember that he mentioned why he hates his own birthday. It clicked in his head right there and he stared at the two adults before muttering a low: "Why..."

"We may not know the reason why, and we know we were told to not do anything for you in the future but..."

"What the old bag is trying to say is, why not knock out two birds with one stone in the best way possible. At least y'all can go out and let all the crazies inside, out."

Green eyes sought out to hopefully lock with amber eyes, and they did, but it felt like there was a gentle coax in James's mind.

*'Ya might as well go with it. They ain't easy with "no" for an answer. But, they mean well. Honest.'*

The 19-year-old looked back at the two adults who were scolding each other from Mitch calling Audrey an 'old bag.' Looking down to the marker, he toed at it before letting out a sigh.

"Alright. But just this once. No more shit after it," He concluded. That caught the two's attention, but they nodded in understanding. For the rest of the time till dinner, they set up the two tents. One for the adults, the other for the teenagers. It was nice that a grill was there since hamburgers, salmon, and what other things they brought in cans were cooked.

It was Susie who declared that any gifts that were brought were to be given. She ended up giving Fenik a scarf she made, an infinity scarf that's a big circle. Course, he put that on. The one from Julie was... Questionable. It was a collar and a leash which promoted James to point and cackle like a mad man.

"AWW YOU GONNA TAKE YOUR WITTLE PUBBY OUT FOR WALKIES!!" He wheezed out, just howling with laughter before yelping when his brother had taken the leash and snapped it like what people do with belts. As a joke (they both know), the younger of the two chased after the eldest yelling about tying him up to a tree. The adults didn't get it, but the teenagers did and Joey fell down from wheezing so much.

When it all calmed down, Fenik yelped at a toy hitting his head and plopping onto the ground. A *squeaky* toy. He just glared at his brother who snickered, making the joke about the collar and leash worse. He muttered a 'thanks' to it before stopping at feeling something plush be placed on his head. He let it land in his lap to see a folded up plaid blanket, blue and red in color with its usual mixed colored squares when it comes to two colors. Thick in material too, meant to keep one warm.

*'It's not every night we get to run around the forest like some shitty dystopian forest novel, so I thought why not get something that'll ease ya when we're apart.'*

Fenik brought it up to his face to rub his face on it, but the fact that it was practically coated in James's scent honestly did bring him comfort that he kinda just... sat there with his face in it silently before lifting his face up with a smile on it. It was easy to tell that he's pleased about it.

Did they go night swimming? Yes. There was a bit of daylight left so it made swimming perfect for the teenagers as they did their best to not be so loud to disturb other sleeping campers. Of course they couldn't help the squeaks and yelps that were let out from falling in and water being splashed. Joey ended up calling it good and declared he's heading back to dry off and sleep. Susie followed after. Julie did as well, after wishing the both of them 'Happy Birthday' and kissing the both of them on the cheek.

It left the two Morrisons there on the shoreline, sitting there gazing out as the last bit of light faded and allowed for their eyes to adjust and adapt to the dark. Fenik went over to the lump that is his towel and unrolled it to pull out his newly acquired blanket, only to see a little box plop out. Confused, he picked it up as he headed over to his brother and sat down to drape the blanket over the both of them.

Before he could even ask, James nudged him to open it. He didn't press on but listened and ended up withdrawing a cord necklace tied around what looks like a tip of an antler. It was engraved too with what appears to be a half of a wolf face, but the lines were dyed green. That's when he noticed another one with the other half of the face and lines dyed red.

The raven-haired teen took both. The one with the red lines he put on around his neck, then fitted the one with the green lines around his brother's neck. A matching set, but the one the russet-haired one had was bigger, until it clicked as to why.

"Remember that box ya showed me of those pieces of bones you've collected or snapped off?" When Fenik nodded as a response, he kept going. "I took the tip from that moose we took down, then this one that I have from the deer you told me you hunted. So I thought, why the hell not?"

"And you made a matching set out of them... Thank you..."

James nodded with a half smile, then his eyes followed as his brother stood up. He did the same and shifted after Fenik did. Compared to the walking hellfire the rusted colored wolf is, he's a shadow with orbs to lure in those that are unsuspecting. Together, it was just two big overgrown dogs that caused chaos like puppies.

#very long #holy shit why did this take forever #and why is it so ffffffuckin long #I curse myself lol #also I do miss writing for these two hdbhgfbhgcdf #brother franks au #frank morrison #julie kostenko #susie dbd #joey dbd #dbd #legion dbd #wolf frank #my writings

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my hcs r dumb but here we fuckin gO

-nor plays acoustic guitar as a hobby. when he and fin go camping, they sit in front of the fire under a blanket and nor quietly strums his guitar n hums to fin. fin’s got his head on his shoulder. private moment of softness n vulnerability.

-as kids theyd pretend to go fishing in tiny bodies of water that clearly had No Fish, like puddles n shit, w sticks from the backyard that had string tied to them, and theyd take themselves Very Seriously, like theyd hang out there for hours, and if one of their moms appeared behind them fin would b like “sTOP ITTTT ur scaring the fish :(((”

-also as kids theyd try to “ice skate” w no skates on frozen ponds. theyve both fallen in at least once.

-as adults. idk if i stole this from you i mightve, but fin cuts nor’s hair for him.

-just the idea of them takin care of iceland even when they rly dont necessarily have to. showing up at his house bc he seemed sad on the phone. bringing him snacks bc they heard on the news theres gonna be a snowstorm. just little things bc theyre thinking about him. (ofc this also leads to chaos sometimes. they try to cut his grass for him when hes away but they dont know how to use his lawnmower n they end up taking down an entire tree. shit like that.)

-nor clinging to fin when hes had a bad day. end hc.

-they sing dumb karaoke together. u can decide if theyre drunk or sober.

-thing that landed in my brainrot just now as im typing this but could u imagine them having a date at a roller rink

-they go to college together and theyre roommates and tjey have cats and theyre gay and and

no hcs are dumb unless theyre abt aph denmark.

norfincampingnorfincampingnorfincamping hnghnghhnghm. it's strange but i struggle to visualize nor playing that kind of instrument, though i still take him as the musical type... think it's because i usually pin den as the guitarist but ig thats by law a Dumb take so nor playin it is very nice 😌😌. v warm concept 10/10 u fuckin bet fin provoked him to start playing it right then.

they would be very dumb kids together,, i see nor knowing all abt the local fish n rlly wanting to find them n hyping the idea up to fin for extra help bcos he just wants to find them so so bad. nor with a fish fixation is the cutest thing to me and the concept is starting to grow on me AAA

god damnit youre just making me want more childhood norfin fics. o, to recreate fin Drowning from hetalian horror show into fanon... but yes they definitely got up to all kinds of shit like this, being children raised in an Expansive Nature. feel like at least one of them would always have a twisted ankle or some shit from getting caught up in their play.

yes fin cuts nors hair bECAUSE HE CUTS ICES HAIR AND ICE LOOKS JUST LIKE NOR SO UNLESS FINS DOING THIS ON PURPOSE TO BE A FUCKING PRICK (and i guess i will give benefit of the doubt) THEN THEYRE PROBABLY GOING TO THE SAME PERSON FOR THIS,,, ive been craving reading some soft ass fic of fin greeting his partner after a long day of work or them returning from a storm or something and like cleaning them up n cutting their hair n giving them the comfort they desperately needed after that long-ass day... that for norfin? HMG. might pocket this concept for norfin week dont @ me.

nor is already so protective and annoying to iceland, highkey he might worry about him more than himself because he doesnt want ice to go through the same hardships he has 😩. fin probably wouldnt get on the same level as him, not having that same brotherly instinct or anything, but thats not to say nors delusions dont rub off on him or anything. "we have to check on ice, he cant handle volcano eruptions well he gets bad anxiety." and they both fly up there quick as can be to see ice leaping over streams of lava with hong kong for fun. and suddenly, norfin are the ones with anxiety about it. :)

clingy nor clingy nor clingy nor he would never admit it but it is So obvious. they could even be standing next to each other at a meeting and nor just quietly leans into him when he feels shy or overwhelmed. hes in good hands.

lol oh no. i feel like nors the type to quietly sing to himself when hes busy and if fin happens to recognize what hes singing he'll join in and then its just a thing. 😭 though i can definitely see this being a thing with all the nordics (besides the kids ofc)... as for organized karaoke i can see this being more fins thing than nor, despite nor having the better voice for it 🙈 its always the ones that want to sing that cant lol

ok a roller rink date someone would definitely twist their ankle. fin. fin would. he has 2 left feet. nors like hmmmm its easyyyy and fins like hahahah right, holding onto the rails n shit. he lets go for 3 seconds and... rip in peace.

idk that last one sounds kinda gay idk if jesus would approve

#long post #mitchs bitchin #headcanons #norfin

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yddaw · 4 years

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10 songs I've been listening to lately -- YIKES! I'll just post a list of my favorite 10 because I've been listening to the same music for years 🥴

Tagged by @cubone-attack

1. Pin the Grenade - Blink 182

2. Goodbyes - Post Malone

3. Psycho - Post Malone

4. Trees - T.O.P.

5. Ride - T.O.P.

6. The End - As It Is

7. L.O.V.E. - Kendrick Lamar

8. The Perfect Mistake - Cartel (MV sucks ass)

9. Paper Walls - Yellowcard

10. Sugar, We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy

Definitely not in order, but these are the main songs I've been listening to.

Your turn! Some new faces in here too:

@cantdecide52 @volpalope @skiingcows @izyurfimenipaflanyant @goldenmode @alolanawkword @mitch-the-bitchin @newbarktownalumni @alexsaurus @cynicalhippie

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mrs-mitch-rapp93 · 5 years

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Dr. Feelgood (Dylan O’ Brien X OC Short Story)

Author: @mrs-mitch-rapp93

Word Count: 3,387

Warning: Cussing, Drinking, Smoking, Fluff.

Summary: Tiffany meets a handsome punk named Dylan at a Motley Crue concert. Do they just enjoy the rock concert or do they have a radical night?

Word Prompt: “How drunk was I?”

Characters: Dylan, Tiffany, Motley Crue band members.

Los Angeles 1980 something.

Tiffany pushed her way through the crowded noisy arena as she made it to the 3rd row. She wiped her sweaty palms on her leopard printed skirt, as the music of Motley Crue grew louder.

Tiffany looked at the stage to see Vince Neil singing “Shout At The Devil,” causing all the girls in the front row to scream. She could feel the throbbing of Nikki Sixx’s guitar against her chest and the feeling of heat that was coming off from the fire that was going off behind drummer Tommy Lee. She stood there in awe, this was going to be the most radical night of her life.

Motley Crue began to sing “Girls, Girls, Girls,” just as Tiffany felt someone bump into her spilling beer onto her leather ankle booties.

“Excuse you,” Tiffany shouted in a rude tone. She looked up to see a tall, handsome young man standing before.

“Shit, sorry didn’t mean to spill my beer on you, by the way, bitchin skirt,” The young man apologized, looking down at Tiffany’s outfit. Tiffany couldn’t form any words. She couldn’t take her eyes off this guy who just spilled beer on her. His hair was in a shaggy black mess. His gorgeous honey eyes were lined with charcoal colored eyeliner. He had his left earpiece twice with a small hoop in the second hole and a dangling cross in the first. He was wearing a black “do it yourself work out tank” that had Motley Crue across the chest, it showed off his muscular arms and chest. Her blue eyes traveled down to see him wearing skin-tight leather pants with chains hanging out of the pockets, with motorcycle boots. She licked her lips as she tried to form a sentence.

“Thanks… and you're totally fine, by the way, what’s your name?” Tiffany shouted over the music as she fixed her black off the shoulder halter top. She looked up nervously locking eyes with his beautiful ones.

“Dylan, what’s yours?” Dylan leaned closer to her so he didn’t have to shout over the music.

“Tiffany,” she leaned closer to Dylan.

“Nice to meet you, are you enjoying the show?”

“Yes, they are badass, is it your first time seeing them?”

“It’s my second time seeing them, I saw their first concert in West Hollywood back in ‘81,” Dylan whispered into her ear.

“Awesome, what’s your favorite song by them?” Tiffany looked up into Dylan’s handsome face, as he thought for a moment, then answered.

“I would have to say ‘Looks That Kill,’ how about you?” Dylan looked down at Tiffany raising his eyebrows at her.

“Mine has to be ‘Take Me To The Top,” Tiffany shouted.

“Good song,” Dylan gave her a bright smile.

Tiffany and Dylan continued watching the band play. The band just started playing “Dr. Feelgood.” Tiffany looked up at Dylan noticing him looking at her from the corner of his eyes. He had a lustful look on his face. Tiffany licked her lips. She still couldn’t believe she was talking to this sexy badass of a man. She looked at his plump lips imagining what they would feel like against hers. She took a deep breath and hoped what she did next would go smoothly. She brought her arms up to Dylan’s shirt, wrapping her bright pink nails around it and began to pull him backward.

“Where are we going?” Dylan asked giving Tiffany a sexy grin. She let go of his shirt and intangled her hand with his.

Tiffany led Dylan to the men’s restroom. They could still hear Mötley Crüe singing from the background. Tiffany let go of Dylan’s hand and turned around facing him.

“What are we doing in the men’s bathroom?” Dylan chuckled. Tiffany bit her lower lip then smiled.

“So I could do this,” Tiffany walked up to Dylan she brought her left hand up placing it behind his head she tangled her fingers into his black messy hair, pulling him forward she stood on her tippy toes and roughly kissed him. She brought her right hand placing it on his chest. She felt Dylan’s right-hand move to the small of her back. He pulled her closer to him, causing their chest to collide. Tiffany began to move her lips against his. Dylan’s tongue slowly entered her mouth causing a moan to escape her lips. Dylan’s hands moved to her hips then he began to move forward causing her to move backward, he guided her a few steps back she was stopped by the bathroom sink. She pulled her lips away from Dylan’s she felt her chest rising and falling she looked up at Dylan who was also breathing heavily.

“Holy shit, you’re an incredible kisser,” Dylan said in a rugged voice, Tiffany saw the lust in his eyes.

“Thanks, you’re not bad yourself,” Tiffany said. A sexy grin spread across Dylan’s face. He leaned forward kissing her hard. Dylan brought his hands up to Tiffany’s hips lifting her up onto the marble countertop without breaking the kiss. Tiffany placed her hands on his chest, she slowly wrapped her fishnet-covered stocking legs around his waist as they continued kissing.

They ended up moving to one of the bathroom stalls for more privacy. Dylan’s tongue was dancing along the inside of Tiffany’s mouth, which caused goosebumps to crawl on her skin. She had her back against the stall, her hands were tangled in his chocolate hair. Dylan’s hands were resting on Tiffany’s hips. Tiffany could hear Motley Crue playing “Live Wire.” They continued kissing until they heard a loud knock on the door. Dylan pulled away from Tiffany.

“Man, you almost done in there?” A stranger yelled. Tiffany watched as Dylan licked his lips giving her a look.

“Yeah, be done in a sec,” Dylan answered, he took his hands away from Tiffany, he stood back looking down at her.

“Should we get back to the concert?” Tiffany said as she straightened her skirt, and fluffed her hair.

“Yeah, we probably lost our seats by now,” Dylan said as he dragged his fingers through his hair.

“Come on man, some of us have to take a shit,” The stranger shouted while banging on the door.

“Alright, damn,” Dylan maneuvered himself in the small stall opening the door. Standing in front of them was a tall muscular man with a mullet. Dylan gently grabbed Tiffany’s hand and pushed his way past the stranger, Tiffany looked up at the tall man mouthing “sorry” and followed Dylan out of the bathroom. There were a few people waiting in line for the bathroom, she felt her cheeks turn red as the walked out of the restroom.

“Gnarly man, you getting some,” A young man with a mohawk shouted at Dylan he handed him a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

“Thanks,” Dylan nodded as he took hold the whiskey bottle, and brought it to his lips. A small smile formed on Tiffany’s face as they made their way back to the stage.

The concert ended around 1 am, Tiffany had her arms around a very intoxicated Dylan.

“Smokin in the boy's room, smokin in the boy's... room, Teacher don’t fill... me up with your rules, everybody knows... that smokin’ ain’t allowed in... school.” Dylan sang “Smoking in The Boys Room” By Motley Crue in a very loud drunk tone.

“I think you drank way too much Daniel’s,” Tiffany said, as she felt Dylan stop in his tracks.

“Phh, no... I haven’t,” Dylan narrowed his brown eyes at her, Tiffany took her arms away from his side. She looked up at Dylan who stood there with a drunken grin on his face. Tiffany turned around and began to think.

“Well I’m definitely not letting you take a taxi home by yourself and you haven't even told me where you live.” Tiffany paused for a sec.

“I could see if you remember one of your friend's numbers and we could use a pay phone to call. Scrat that I used my last few cents, and I’m definitely not digging through your pants for a wallet.” Tiffany half said to herself.

“I guess I'm bringing you home with me,” Tiffany sighed and brought her hands up to her temples and began to rub them, she could feel a slight headache starting. She continued thinking to herself until she heard a loud laugh and someone cheering. Tiffany spun on her heel to see Dylan with his pants half down mooning, no other than the members of Motley Crue who were in a van with the back door slightly opened. Mick and Tommy were in the back while Vince in the driver's seat and Nixx in the passenger seat.

“Woh, you sure know how to party man,” Nikki shouted.

“Shit, we should invite him to the party, Vince,” Tommy suggested. Tiffany’s jaw dropped. She ran over to Dylan pulling him up. A loud laugh escaped Dylan’s lips, as he pulled his leather pants back up.

“I am so sorry, my friend here has had a little too much to drink,” Tiffany said as she helped Dylan standup straight.

“It’s totally fine sweetheart, we’ve been treated worst,” Tommy winked at Tiffany, it caused her to giggle like a little school girl. She stood there in starstruck until an idea popped into her head.

“Good, actually could I ask you lovely gentlemen a favor?” Tiffany gave the rockstars the biggest and bright smile she could muster up.

“Sure,” Nixx said as he lit a cigarette.

“Could you guys maybe give my friend and I a ride to my apartment,” Tiffany tightened her grip around Dylan, who began to slouch a little. Tiffany watched as the Tommy, Nixx, and Vince thought for a moment.

“I suppose you could hitch a ride with us,” Vince said.

“Thank you so much,” Tiffany said, with a sigh of relief.

“You ready to go, Dylan,” Tiffany looked up at him, he nodded his head but acted like he wasn’t half there.

Tommy opened the back passenger door of their van and slid over the leather seat. Tiffany guided Dylan into the van, he stumbled in.

Tiffany slid the door behind her, she could feel her heart pounding, she couldn’t believe she was in a van with Motley Fucking Crue. She looked over to see Mick in the back of the van passed out.

“What’s your name darling,” Nikki asked.

“Tiffany, it’s nice to meet all of you,” Tiffany nervously said.

“Same to you too, so where are we going,” Vince asked as he put the car in drive.

“Lynden Ave,” Tiffany said.

“Alrighty,” Vince said as he pulled onto the disereted L.A. street.

“Hey man, your fucking Tommy Lee,” Dylan slurred.

“Yeah, bud I’m fucking Tommy Lee,” Tommy laughed as he patted Dylan on the shoulder. A small giggle escaped Tiffany’s lips as she watched a man she barely knew have a drunk conversation with Tommy Lee.

Tiffany steadied Dylan against the hallway wall as she fumbled for her keys from her purse.

“Okay, just give me a sec…” Tiffany said, she finally found them, she was about to put them in the lock until she heard a thump from behind her. She turned around quickly to see Dylan passed out on the wood floor.

“Shit,” Tiffany said, she dropped the keys on the ground and knelt down on her knees next to Dylan, she brought her head up to his chest she could feel his chest rise and fall.

“Good, your still breathing,” Tiffany lifted her head up and grabbed the keys from the ground she stood up placing the keys in the doorknob and opened the door. Tiffany turned around and looked down at Dylan who dead asleep.

“Fuck, how the hell am I going to get you in here,” Tiffany said out loud. She began to twirl her blonde hair as she thought. After a few seconds, an idea popped into her head. She bent down grabbing Dylan’s wrists she pulled him ever so slightly.

“Holy shit, you’re heavy,” Tiffany said a little too loudly. She sighed and pulled him again a little harder this time. She began to drag him towards the door until she heard a door open from her neighbor.

“Excuse me miss, is everything alright?” An older woman asked. Tiffany turned her head a little to fast causing her bleach blonde hair to fly in her face. She felt her cheeks turn bright red.

“Oh… yes, everything is fine my friend here just passed out.” Tiffany said in a nervous tone.

“Ok, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m totally sure,” Tiffany said with a bit of an attitude. The older woman shook her head and went back into her apartment. Tiffany rolled her eyes she looked down at Dylan, his head was hanging to the side as she was still holding him by his wrist.

“I look like a damn murder,” Tiffany said. She took a deep breath and dragged Dylan into her apartment. She shut the door behind her. She placed him gently down on the floor and pushed her hair off her sweaty forehead.

“Alright, don’t panic Tiff, it’s not like you hooked up with a smoking hot guy, then got a ride from Motley Crue, and now the smoking hot guy is passed out on your floor,” Tiffany said as she started passing back and forth.

Tiffany dragged Dylan down the hall to her bedroom. She stopped and sat down on her bed to catch her breath. After a few seconds, she stood up, and bent down and grabbed Dylan by his armpits pulling him up with all her strength and plopping him down on her bed. Tiffany placed her hands on her hips as she took a few deep breaths.

“Ok, the hard part is over,” Tiffany stood over the bed, she looked down at the gorgeous man in passed out on her. Tiffany didn't notice some of Dylan’s features before, like his little moles that doted parts of his face, and the Motley Crue tattoo that was a knife with a snake wrapped around it with wings, and a skull. She shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts.

“Lets, get you a little more comfortable,” Tiffany bent down grabbing his shoulders and lifting him up, she began to grab the hem of his shirt until she heard a quiet laugh.

“Hey, beautiful, what are you doing?” Dylan said with a sleepy tone.

“Hi, handsome, I’m trying to get you comfy so you can go back to sleep,” Tiffany said in a sweet tone, she lifted his shirt up and over his head, she tossed in next to him.

“Thanks,” Dylan said, he slowly laid back into the bed and slowly closed his eyes. Tiffany sighed and got off the bed, she bent down and took Dylan’s boots off placing them next to the bed. She once again looked down at him, she admired his broad arms, his toned stomach. Her eyes traveled to his happy trail. She slowly bit her lower lip until she shook her head.

“I’m definitely sleeping on the couch, come on Tiff snap out of it,” Tiffany said out loud as she tried to shake the lustful thoughts out of her head. She turned around and walked to her dresser, she pulled out a t-shirt and headed to the door, shutting it behind her.

Dylan shot up so quickly in bed from the noise of Judist Priest’s “Breaking the Law,” playing from the alarm clock, he reached over slamming his hand on the clock to turn it off. Dylan’s head was pounding, he shut his eyes for a second as he rubbed his temples. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in a bedroom, the walls had posters of Blondie, Motley Crue, Def Leppard, AC/DC, Joan Jett, and a few other band posters. Dylan rolled his neck and stretched. He swung his long legs over the bed, he looked down to see his shirt was missing, and his boots were laying next to the bed.

“How drunk was I?” Dylan said. He shook his head and climbed out of the bed. Causing the room to spin for a sec. He sat down on the bed for a second bear his grounding, he placed his head in his hands shutting his eyes.

Come on man get it together. Dylan opened them lifting his head up. He slowly this time stood up from the bed. Dylan made his way to the door noticing a mirror handing next to the door. He stopped and looked at his reflection. His eyeliner was smugged, his black hair was a shaggy mess. Dylan looked down at his neck and saw a few hikie on his neck and chest. He sighed and headed to the door.

Dylan made it down the small hallway, he could smell bacon and eggs cooking from the kitchen, he could hear singing coming from the same direction. He entered the kitchen to see a bleached blonde woman with her back facing him. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember her name. She was wearing a sleeveless Dep Leppard concert t-shirt and tiger printed lace bottoms. She had a walkman attached to her hip the woman was singing “Round and Round” by Ratt. Dylan walked into the kitchen as the woman didn’t notice him.

“I knew right from the beginning, That you would end up winnin’, I knew right from the start You’d put an arrow through my heart. Round and round,” Tiffany sang she turned around not realizing Dylan was standing there, She screamed so loudly it made his head pound.

“Shh, It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you,” Dylan put his finger up to his lips as he tried calming her down.

“Fuck don’t sneak up on someone like that,” Tiffany yelled as she ripped her headphones off her head.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but please can you lower your voice,” Dylan asked as he walked over to the island that was in the center of the kitchen. He placed his head in his hands as his head continued pounding.

“Sorry, I forgot you had way too much to drink last night,” Tiffany said as she placed her walkman on the kitchen counter.

“What the hell even happened last night? And what was your name again,” Dylan asked as he lifted his head.

“It’s Tiffany, and you drank way too much Daniel’s, you ended up mooning Motley Crue, and you kind of passed out on Tommy Lee’s lap,” Tiffany grabbed a coffee cup and poured some coffee for Dylan, she turned around handing it to him.

“Wait what? I mooned Motley Fucking Crue,” Dylan didn’t believe her, he slowly picked the coffee cup up and brought it to his lips.

“Yep, and they gave us a ride home,” Tiffany said as she turned the oven top off and began to grab plates and utensils.

“Really? shit…” Dylan paused as he tried to remember the night before.

“Did I embarrass myself in front of them?”

“Oh yeah, but they were totally rad about it,” Tiffany said as she put the eggs and bacon on the plates and placed them on the island.

“Gnarly,”

“Do you remember anything from last night, like us meeting?” Tiffany said as she took a bite of bacon. Dylan thought for a second then answered.

“Yeah, I remember how incredible of a kisser you are,” Dylan said as he grabbed a fork and took a bit of egg.

“You aren’t to bad yourself handsome,” Tiffany smiled.

“By the way thanks for letting crash here,”

“No problem, maybe we could do this again?” Tiffany said as she took a sip from her coffee.

“What do you mean?” Dylan narrowed his dark eyes at her.

“I was thinking, I’m going to a Bon Jovi concert next weekend and one of my friends bailed on me, I do have an extra ticket. Would you like to go? You make one hell of a concert buddy,” Tiffany smiled up at him. A smile formed on his face.

“Fuck yeah I would totally go to a Bon Jovi concert,” Dylan said he raised his hand up giving Tiffany a high five.

“Gnarly,” Tiffany said as she high fived Dylan.

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