hi hi! could i request a fluffy fic/hcs (you can choose!) with Ryan Dunn where he gets hurt during a stunt and the reader looks after him afterward? You can use she/her pronouns, or keep it gender neutral :)
a/n - i absolutely love ry so much, and ever since my entire headcannon post for him was deleted ( f u tumblr ) i’ve been wanting to write something else for him, so this is just perfect!
warnings - contains fluff, blood/injury, slight bit of angst but not much, slight drinking, slight suggestive content, usual jackass shit but nothing harsh.
plot - fem! reader taking care of ryan after he’s injured from a stunt.
it’s extremely rare for you to ever get the privilege of enjoying peaceful night - a night with no injuries needing tending to, no shitfaced guys looking for a spot on your couch ( which you never can seem to reject ), no chaotic stunts taking place in your very own backyard. a quiet night is honestly, practically unheard of for you thanks your daredevil boyfriend and your guys’ equally-chaotic friends, who literally make their living off of being dumb. yet, despite all the hassle, you love them all dearly and wouldn’t trade a single one of them for the world. but, boy, do they know how to stress a girl out, both on set and off.
so, when you’re finally able to have what looks to be a calm night in, you’re beyond thrilled. you’ve already picked out a cheesy rom-com, changed into a spaghetti strap along with your comfiest shorts, made yourself a bowl of popcorn, and settled into your couch to watch the movie and wait on ryan to return from filming something small with bam.
you’re almost halfway through the movie, deeply invested and almost to the bottom of your popcorn bowl, whenever your front door swings open without warning. you yelp loudly, the remaining popcorn splattering to the floor as your head whips around.
bam enters without a word, tossing a pair of house keys onto the small table beside your door, shortly followed by ryan who clutches his left arm tightly, blood visibly spilling through the thin fabric of his white tee-shirt. “my keys go over there, dickhead.” ryan corrects bam’s mindless mistake with a strained voice, to which the brunette boy only shrugs in response.
“ry, oh my god, are you okay?!” you shoot up from the leather couch, taking off across the room to your boyfriend’s side. sure, you’re used to ryan showing up injured, but that doesn’t mean you don’t worry just the same each and every time.
“yeah, yeah, i’m fine!” he chuckles dryly, but you can immediately tell that he’s lying. hell, anyone could with the pain seeping through his tone, not to mention the blood steadily dripping further down his arm. “it looks worse than it is, really.”
“bam, why the hell didn’t you try to stop the bleeding?” you curse as you rush toward the kitchen, grabbing a handful of paper towels before turning back toward the living room. luckily, the blood isn’t pouring like it looks to have been before he arrived, but you know that you still need to put pressure on whatever sort of wound he has.
“we were in a parking lot!” bam defends himself with a dramatic gesture of his arms, already used to your worried rambling in situations like these.
you don’t respond, silently accepting his reasoning as you carefully press the towels over the place ryan’s hand once covered, causing him to wince slightly. “come on,” you gently speak as you guide him toward your bathroom, sucking your lip in between your teeth by nervous habit.
you’ve seen worse with some of the guys, mainly steve-o, but you simply can’t help but panic everytime - especially when it comes to ryan. you have no problem fixing them up and even driving them to a hospital if needed - but, for their sake, you just really wish they had a bit more regard for their personal safety, a totally useless wish.
“i’m okay, babe, really.” ryan tries to convince you once again as you motion for him to take a seat on your counter, grabbing a soft towel from your shelf along with the small box filled with things you’ve designated to times like these. “i just need a bandaid.”
you can’t help but crack a smile at the blonde boy’s weak attempt at humor as you run the towel under your faucet, dousing it in slightly-warm water. “just a bandaid, huh?”
“well, also maybe a kiss to make it better?” he suggests while puckering his chapped lips playfully, laughing through the pain as you shake your head fondly. really, he’s hardly even focused on his pain anymore, it having faded to nothing but an afterthought the second he saw you smile. all he’s focused on right now is you, how you make him feel so okay even when he’s clearly not.
“not just yet, tough guy.” you deny with a teasing smile, pulling up the sleeve of his white tee-shirt to examine the gash on his upper arm, almost at his shoulder. it definitely hurts like hell, but luckily it doesn’t look to be deep enough to require stitching.
your determined eyes strain in concentration as you use the warm towel to carefully dab away at the angry, crimson liquid covering his wound, “how’d this happen, anyway? i thought you guys were just doing stuff with the shopping carts tonight.”
“yeah, we did.” the curly-haired boy confirms, hissing lightly as you wipe away the final remnants of blood, directly on his injury. “something sharp was in the fucking bush, scraped me as i landed. i’m pretty sure it was glass.”
you shake your head softly and bite your lip once more, an annoying nervous habit of yours. “ry, i really love your job. i think everything you do for jackass is so cool, and there’s nothing else i’d rather you do.” you begin, your trained eyes not leaving his wound as you suck in a sharp breath, “i just wish there was a way you could be a bit more careful. like, check shit before you decide to jump in it, you know? i’m not trying to tell you what to do, i just don’t like seeing you hurt.”
you finish with a small shake of your head and pull away to toss the stained towel into the sink behind ryan, his non-bloodied hand coming up to cup your cheek, stopping you in your tracks as your guilty eyes meet his own. “i’m okay, sweetheart, i promise. don’t get me wrong, it hurts like a bitch, but i’d do it a hundred times over if it meant you could be the one to fix it.” his calloused thumb softly rubs your cheek, a comforting smile stretching his lips. “i’m sorry i make you worry so much, and im sorry you’re always stuck taking care of me,”
you cut him off before he can say another word, “ry, stop. don’t you apologize for anything at all. it’s my job to worry about you and to patch you up when you’re hurt, and i wouldn’t trade any part of it for the world, okay?”
for a moment the two of you just sit there in a comfortable silence, a smile gracing ryan’s cracked lips as he strokes your cheek softly. “god, i love you.” he voices his thoughts, his eyes gleaming with pure love and adoration as he gazes downward at you like a lovesick puppy.
“i love you too.” you offer him a genuine smile as you lean further into his touch, never wanting to leave this moment.
his other hand moves to grasp your waist and pull you gently toward him, connecting his formerly-split lips with your glossed ones. his hand never leaves your cheek, caressing it softly as your lips move blissfully against his own. a soft groan-like noise bubbles from his throat as you deepen the kiss slightly, causing a light smirk to appear on your own lips.
the two of you are completely lost in each other - off in your own, little love-filled world, all of the worries at hand simply melting away with each touch.
then bam’s voice protrudes loudly and unapologetically through the door, quickly snapping the two of you from your lovesick trance, “y/n, is dunn okay?”
ryan hangs his head low and sighs loudly at his best friend’s horrible timing as you hesitantly pull away from him, your mind focusing back on the situation at hand. “yes, bam, your boyfriend’s fine, don’t worry.” you answer with a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you grab a small tube of ointment from the box beside ryan. “we’re almost done.”
“ugh, shut up.” bam grumbles, and you can almost hear him rolling his eyes as he departs from the door.
you finish patching ryan up pretty quickly after that, applying the soothing ointment and wrapping a gauze around his upper arm as a bandage. “you have to change your shirt, there’s blood all over it.” you tell him as he helps you finish tidying up your bathroom, despite your multiple protests for him to go sit down.
he glances down at his bloodied shirt for a brief moment before shrugging nonchalantly, “it’s not that bad.”
you nudge him playfully, shaking your head with disapproval as you put away the final box, “you have to take it off, it’s all bloody and dirty.”
“i think,” ryan begins, stepping closer to you and snaking his arms around your slightly-exposed waist in order to pull you closer to him, “you just want me to be shirtless.”
he makes a teasing face that causes you to giggle proudly at his childish taunting, moving your own arms to latch around his neck. “hmm, maybe, maybe not.” you lean your face closer to his own, your lips hovering only a couple inches away from his “guess we’ll never know.”
and with that, you untangle yourself from him completely and exit the bathroom, a proud smirk on your lips as you take off down the hall. when you enter the living room, you find bam lounged across the couch where you once sat, having helped himself to a beer from your fridge as he finishes out the movie you were watching.
once he takes notice of your presence, he sighs dramatically and makes yet another over-exaggerated gesture with his arms, “finally, jesus! what’d you guys do, fuck in there or something?”
“she fixed me up real good.” ryan answers for you, coming into view at your side as he winks toward the boy on the couch. he moves to take a seat alongside bam, but you’re quick to stop him with a sudden snap of your fingers.
“hey! go change first, i don’t want blood on my couch.” you demand, motioning for him to go find one of his shirts upstairs. he huffs a way too dramatic sigh, but he does as you say, nonetheless.
you make your own way over to the couch, shoving bam’s legs to the floor as you take a seat, questioning him on what you’d missed in the movie - to which he responds with, “the guy finally kissed the chick, and now i think they’re gonna fuck or some shit. i dunno.”
by the time ryan is back to take his seat in between you and bam, the movie has ended and you allow him to pick a new one. bam takes it upon himself to stay as well, not that you mind, though, because his shitty commentary always makes any move ten times more enjoyable.
you end up falling asleep around halfway through, leaned up against your boyfriend with a beer dangling from your fingers.
you wake up safe in your bed, tucked under the covers with ryan sound asleep behind you, his arm draped over your waist. you could never ask for anything more.
a/n - i’m so sorry this took a while, something came up in the middle of writing and i couldn’t get it up as soon as i wanted to. i really enjoyed writing this, and i’m actually kinda proud of it. i may have gotten a bit too carried away and made it a bit too long, but i hope you like it! feel free to request again anytime <3
