sometimes I think I'm getting over my cky/jackass hyperfixation and then I throw on an episode of Radio Bam in the background of what I'm doing- and suddenly I'm fantasizing about Novak and Raab again
Thats why I haven't been posting much- but I have lots of drafts lol so still look out for stuff
Some really stupid mystery/thriller movie. He’d definitely voice over every characters lines if he thinks it’s stupid or boring. His favourite would be if a dead body was shown on screen, expect to hear a random voiced freestyle rap on how the person may have died, regardless of the persons gender
When he picked you up would’ve stopped at WaWa or Target and he paid for all of your snacks, he secretly loves watching you behave like a kid in a candy store
He’d make you sit in between his legs while watching the movie, insists on having his arms wrapped around you. Will eat his snacks over your shoulder and lick up the crumbs that fall onto your neck
Raab:
Always insists on making blanket forts with you for movie nights. Loves being able to cuddle in complete privacy, he can strip you down and still watch the movie while being warm and snuggly
Makes sure you’re comfy and have everything you might need before pressing play, he’s an anxious and caring boy
Definitely wants to watch a horror movie so he can hold onto you when he’s scared, but he pretends that he’s protecting you from being scared
Expect to have all the snacks and drinks ready in the fort. This man is lazy and loves candy, I bet he buys in bulk and you’ll never have a shortage. He’d probably order a pizza for you guys too
Bam:
It’s never planned. He will show up at your house (or work) and drag you out saying it’s an emergency. Takes you to WaWa and leads you through each aisle demanding you pick up at least one thing from each
Once he’s dragged you into the castle, you’d notice that the floor is littered with pillows, blankets, and new stuffed animals all for you
Couldn’t care less about what movie you wanna watch, but secretly hopes you’ll pick something romantic so he can put the moves on you
Definitely wants to be held as much as he wants to hold you, so expect a big tantrum if you only wanna be little spoon.
Novak:
Picks you up and takes you to WaWa for snacks, makes you pay for them because “I paid for gas babe.”
Will watch literally anything you want as long as he can have you sitting on his lap, but really loves watching true crime documentaries with you. If it’s related to drugs, he’ll tell you if he thinks the criminal is smart-or if he would’ve been his friend back in the day
90% of the time he falls asleep while you’re on his lap, his head on your shoulder and arms around your waist. When he wakes up he’ll go on about what a great movie it was, and how you guys need to do movie nights more often- what little liar
Dunn:
Calls you from a gas station on the way to your house to ask you what you want. Doesn't like to take you into the store because he thinks you take too long deciding- and will hang up on you if you take too long on the phone
Also doesn't really care what you watch, but will only suggest comedys. He loves sneaking glimpses of you smiling or laughing at the screen
Wants to sit beside you on the couch under a blanket, his version of domestic bliss
I’d fuck him til his nerdy ass reading glasses fall off and his gray hairs all messy and he’s saying dorky ass phrases under his breath and grabbing at my hips tryna keep up with me cuz he’s old
Bam finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him and decides he needs to get away to clear his head.
prt. 1 of ?
contains: crying, drinking, slight smut
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“I know dude, I’m so sorry..” Novak tried as hard as he could to keep Bam from exploding, having learned from past experiences that the rowdy skateboarder doesn’t typically handle bad news with grace. “I thought it would be best if you heard it from a friend, and not some stupid tabloid..” The blondes concern continued, watching with caution as Bam paced around his room frantically throwing a few things in his bag. “You could do way better than her any-“
“I fucking know i can, that’s why i can’t believe she would cheat!” Bam interrupted and threw a shirt at Novak, taking little effort to knock him down onto the bed. “I’m leaving, don’t follow me.” He warned, slamming the door of the bedroom behind him. His stomps echoed through the castle, alerting everyone that something was wrong. “Bam! Bam where are you going in such a hurry?!” April yelled as she ran towards the front door, hoping to block his path before he would inevitably do something stupid. Bam stomped down the stairs to stand in front of her, his eyes glossy and bloodshot. “Hell or Helsinki, I’ll figure it out.” He grabbed April by the shoulders and moved her out of the way to fling open the door, leaving without so much of goodbye. “Bam take your jacket! Please call when you get to where you’re going! We love you!” April yelled into the snowy sunrise, watching as Bam wasted no time in zooming off in his Lamborghini.
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The snow against his face felt like an attack from a million frozen little bees. Bam was warned by many flight attendants to be careful once they landed, Helsinki had just been hit with the worst snow storm of the season. The street lights illuminated the blowing snow like billions of frozen confetti pieces under a spotlight. Bam didn’t care, he needed to be in the arms of someone who understood about him better than anyone else. He trudged though the snow in his frozen sneakers, sinking deeper into self hatred as he thought about the parka he had basically thrown back in April’s face before leaving. Bam stopped and attempted to read the street signs; wishing he would’ve brushed up on his Finnish, he trekked on. His grey blazer was throughly soaked and caked with snow, ‘just make it to the hotel’ he thought.
Bam walked for what felt like hours in the storm, all of his exposed skin turning a bright shade of purplish red. How much further could it possibly be? He asked himself as he sat down on the stairs of a beautiful antique stone building to collect his thoughts. Bam knew he couldn’t sit for long, he was cold and only getting colder- he needed to get to that hotel. If only he had remembered his phone, he could’ve called Ville. If only he hadn’t of turned down the coat from his mom, he’d probably be further away from hypothermia. Maybe he did deserve to get cheated on, he was the worst boyfriend ever. Just like that, the all consuming negative thoughts came crashing down. Thoughts of giving up completely and retreating into a snow bank for a long nap crossed his mind. Bam didn’t even try to hold it back anymore, and let himself sob as the snow blasted all around him. The tears stung his cheeks, freezing before they could even complete their journey of rolling off of his chin.
“Bam? Bam is that you?!” Bam Instantly recognized the voice, and his swollen doe eyes squinted around to get a glimpse through the snow; nobody there. He put his head back into his hands and began to cry even harder, was he so crazy he was just hearing voices now?? Bam was a mess.
“Get up dummy! You’re gonna die out here!” Ville shouted out the window of a black Audi that had been hidden through the thick sheets of falling snow, and motioned for the crying skater to join him. Bam’s head shot up like a deer in head lights, and he slowly got up and waddled his way to the passenger side door. Ville studied the smaller mans movements with concern as he settled himself in the seat, his face was nearly blue and stained with frozen tears. The pair didn’t say a word to each other as Ville began to drive down the road, and the pent up negative energy in Bam was begging to be unleashed. Ville had been furious with Bam, searching and calling for hours with no answer had made every fibre in his body anxious. He didn’t expect to find his friend in this state, and really didn’t want to set him off any further.
Bam had locked his gaze out the side window, attempting to hide his pathetic break down from Ville. He softly wiped his cheek and sniffled quietly, the emotions working their way back up the poor mans throat. “Do.. do you wanna talk about what happened? You know you can tell me anything buddy.” Ville’s soft voice was nearly a whisper, hoping to chip away at the obvious walls Bam had put up around himself. “No!” The skater barked, “I just got off a 10 hour fucking flight, my fucking girlfriend is cheating on me, and i forgot my phone!” The hot tears began streaming down his face and he collapsed into his hands. Ville screeched the car to a stop and pulled to the side of the empty road, instinctively placing a hand on Bam’s knee to comfort him. “Am I a bad person? I.. I don’t know anymore.. Is this karma for being a bad person? Ville I’ve never been in so much pain in my life..” Ville’s eyes widened in shock, completely gobsmacked to discover these dark thoughts that Bam was having, it was so unlike him. “I need a drink. Take me to the drinks.” Bam’s voice was strangely monotone as he attempted to compose himself, his face almost fully thawed. Ville smiled softly and pulled back onto the road towards the hotel.
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“Something strong that doesn’t taste like ass!” Bam yelled towards the bar as he trudged his way to the back, taking off and tossing his jacket deep into a booth. The waitresses all stopped and stared at Ville as he sheepishly walked up towards the bar, hoping he would clarify what his grumpy friend had shouted at them.
“Luckily, they were out of ass juice. I got us double vodka pineapples.” Ville smiled as he slid into the open end of the booth, sliding the glass over to the sulking skater. Bam grunted, meaning ‘thanks’, and chugged the entire glass and threw it across the bar sending broken glass shards everywhere. The entire bar got quiet, shattered glass littering the floor. “What?! Mind your own business you fucks!” Bam screamed at no in in particular, attempting to shimmy out of the booth. Panicked, Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and held him at the table. “Bam please, relax. We can drink as much as you want, as long as you don’t get us kicked out!” He chuckled as he looked Bam over with a mixture of worry and pity, and began softly rubbing his hand with his thumb.
A waitress brought over another round of drinks and shots, hoping that liquoring up the pair would calm the smaller one down. Bam instantly downed his drink and the shot like water, and slammed the glasses down on the table. He sighed for a moment and looked down at the contrast between his small hand in the large Finnish mitt. “Fuck me.” Bam declared, locking eyes with Ville. “What?!” The taller man choked, completely caught off guard. “I want you, to fuck me. Rail me into the headboard, break my fucking back- use me... please, i want to feel desirable to someone that cares about me..” The drunken desperation became more evident in every word, Ville sipped his drink and thought of how he could politely let his already hurt friend down gently. Bam didn’t appreciate this silence, and leaned over the table to get closer to Villes face. “Y’know..” He stuttered, “I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be came in..” Bam whispered just centimetres from Villes face, obnoxiously breathing in his scent.
Ville audibly swallowed his anxiety. “Bam you’re drunk, and you’re in pain.. We should just get you up to bed and safe.” Ville’s deep voice rattled as he worked up the courage to meet the pained blue eyes, still batting their eyelashes only inches from his face. “I think you’re just scared you’d fall in love with me..” Bam smirked and he threw himself back down in the booth. Ville was almost relived that the drunken flirting had ceased, he knew he would give in eventually if it was kept up. He took a few gulps of his drink until he felt fingers delicately walking up his thigh; and looked down to see Bam under the table eagerly looking up at him. Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and pulled him up to sit on his lap, deeply embarrassed of how Bam was behaving in such a nice place. “You don’t have to beg me baby, be careful what you wish for.. Now, get your ass upstairs.” Ville whispered into the crook of Bam’s neck, feeling him shiver with every word. Bam smiled and drunkenly hopped out of the booth and hobbled towards the door, “Charge 210 babe!” Ville followed the wobbly skater on his quest to the elevator and tried his hardest to contain a laugh; they were in room 417.
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