You can call me Ray or RayRay. I'm fine with either!!
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I will write for fem, non-binary, and masc readers but please keep in mind that I am better at writing for fem since I am fem. If you don't specify gender in your ask, I will write for fem reader
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I will mainly write Character x reader but I most likely will write Character x Character. I also write polyamory (Character x reader x Character).
I write SFW
I am unfortunately shit at writing NSFW, but I will write suggestive
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Character x OC
Who I Write For:
Jackass: Johnny Knoxville, Steve-O, Chris Pontius, Dave England, Ehren McGhehey
Viva La Bam: Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Chris Raab/Raab Himself, Brandon DiCamillo, Jess Margera, Brandon Novak
there's legit like two things of him and i need more!
But Dave England meeting fem reader for the first time and just having the sweetest connection amidst a chaotic environment
I AGREE. 😭 Dave England is criminally underwritten.
Among the Idiots
Dave England x Reader
Content: Reader is a female jackass star, but she joined in season 2, use of y/n
The production warehouse smelled like plywood, gasoline, and bad ideas. You stood just inside the open garage door, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, trying not to stare. A shopping cart was upside down in the middle of the floor, someone had duct-taped a fake alligator to a folding chair, there was a trampoline. …Why was there a trampoline?
"Hey!" You turned to see a production assistant waving you over. "You must be Y/n. They're all inside."
You nodded, taking a steadying breath before following. Jeff Tremaine had told you this would be chaotic. He hadn't said it would feel like walking into the eye of a hurricane. The room erupted the second you walked in, you recognize each of the faces from the Big Brother Magazine Jeff had used so you could put names to faces.
"There she is!" Johnny Knoxville was the first to greet you, grinning from ear to ear. "Our newest terrible decision."
The room laughed as you smiled nervously. "Thanks… I think?"
"We're kidding," Chris Pontius chimed in, already laughing at his own joke. "Mostly."
Bam Margera leaned back in his chair, looking you over for a second before shrugging. "As long as she isn't afraid to get hurt."
"I'm here, aren't I?"
A chorus of approving "Ooohs" filled the room.
"Okay," Steve-O laughed. "She's got a mouth on her."
Ryan Dunn gave you an easy smile. "I like her."
The tension in your shoulders eased a little. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Then a quieter voice came from beside you.
"Hey."
You turned, Dave England stood there holding out a hand. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't trying to make you nervous. He just smiled.
"I'm Dave."
His handshake was warm. Not crushing. Not overly enthusiastic. Just… nice.
"Y/N."
"Nice to finally meet you." he smiled.
"You too." For a second, the chaos around you disappeared.
"So…" Johnny clapped his hands together. "First stunt."
You blinked. "My… what?"
"First stunt."
"I literally got here five minutes ago." you jerked your thumb towards the door behind you.
"Exactly."
You looked around the room. Nobody seemed concerned. "…You're serious."
Dave leaned over toward you. "They're always like this. You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
The words caught you off guard. Nobody else had said anything remotely reassuring.
He noticed your expression and shrugged. "There's always another stunt."
That tiny sentence settled the nervous flutter in your stomach.
An hour later, everyone was outside setting up. Your stunt wasn't particularly dangerous. Embarrassing? Absolutely. Dangerous? Not really. Still, your hands shook while the cameras were adjusted. Dave wandered over carrying two bottled waters.
"Hydrate." He handed one to you.
"You keep doing that."
"What?"
"Making sure I'm okay."
He smiled sheepishly. "I remember my first day."
"You were nervous?"
"Oh, terrified."
"You?" you quirked an eyebrow.
"I'm good at pretending." He laughed.
The cameras rolled. The stunt happened. You ended up sprawled across the grass, laughing harder than the audience probably ever would. The crew applauded. Johnny doubled over laughing, Steve-O nearly fell out of his chair.
"We're keeping that!" Bam pointed at the replay monitor.
You climbed to your feet, brushing dirt off your jeans. Someone offered you a fist bump. Another tossed you a towel. Someone else yelled, "She lived!" (it sounded like Ehren, but you weren't quite sure). You couldn't stop smiling.
Later that afternoon, everyone crowded around craft services. You found yourself standing off to the side, unsure where to jump into the conversation. Dave noticed. He walked over with a paper plate stacked with snacks.
"I wasn't sure what you liked..." he trailed off. "…So I got one of everything."
You looked down. Chips, cookies, fruit snacks, pretzels, a brownie balanced precariously on top.
"This is enough food for three people." You laughed.
"I panic-picked."
"I can tell."
He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning. "I figured if you didn't want something, I'd eat it."
Over the next few weeks, you noticed a pattern. If you got knocked down during a stunt, Dave was usually the first one offering a hand up. If someone suggested something that looked a little sketchy, he'd quietly ask if you were actually okay with it before filming started. If you disappeared after a rough take, he'd wander off to check on you without making a big deal out of it. He never hovered. Never treated you like you couldn't handle yourself. He just… looked out for you.
One evening, after filming wrapped, everyone lingered in the parking lot. Someone was throwing a football at Preston's head, someone else had turned the radio up, Bam and Dunn were arguing over who had the worse bruise. You sat on the curb with an ice pack pressed against your shoulder after a bike stunt gone horribly.
Dave dropped down beside you with two sodas. "Think you'll come back tomorrow?"
"My shoulder says no." You looked at him. "My pride says yes."
He laughed. "That's the spirit."
"You know…" you whispered.
"What?"
"I was terrified to meet everyone."
"Were you?"
"I thought I'd have to prove I belonged here. Being the only girl and all. I thought being around all of you guys would have been a lot worse."
Dave took a sip of his soda before answering. "You already did prove it."
"I did?"
"You laughed when you ate shit and got back up. You're also kind," He shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world. "That's harder to find than someone willing to do dumb stuff."
You looked over at the rest of the guys. Johnny trying to tackle Pontius, Steve-O laughing until he wheezed, Dunn instigating Bam from across the lot, and then back at Dave. For all the chaos surrounding him, he had a way of making the world feel strangely calm. You'd come to Jackass expecting bruises, broken bones, and ridiculous stunts. You hadn't expected to find your safest place sitting on a curb beside Dave England.
