⋆ hi! my name is kitty, and im a perplexing entity. i am 22 and my pronouns are they/it/star, if you dont like neopronouns idgaf
⋆ my special interests are my little pony and animals. yes, all animals. i also enjoy collecting toys, from small vintage figures to new age fashion dolls, i love it all! im an artist and i participate in many different art forms. including, but not limited to; illustration, painting, sculpting, and fibre arts.
⋆ my hyperfixations change often, but common themes involve animation, youtube, music and fursuits. current hyperfixations include; jackass, invincible, sims 4
could you do a ryan dunn x longtermgf!reader? it could be anything, but could it be set during viva la bam?
thank you! :)
WHAT A PERF ASK FOR RY!!! LOVE THIS !!! here is my fort knoxville rendition with dunny x gf!reader thx fer being here babe!
you and ryan had been together for ages, since he moved to west chester, practically. where ryan went, you were not far behind and you were the only person who loved him as much as bam did.
ryan was an early riser. wanted to be ahead of the day he always said. early bird shit, we wouldn't get it.
eight-thirty am. the sun was rising over you, engulfing you in a comforting warmth, and ryan was washing his bike, sipping from his coffee between cigarettes.
you sat perched on the cinderblock wall that lined the driveway, hearing a car engine approach the driveway, you stood up, standing on your tippy toes as best you could in your slippers.
"is that fucking knoxville?" you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your scalp, squinting through the rays of sunshine peeking over the tree-line.
ryan blew smoke out around his cigarette as he reached for a rag to dry his hands with, "yea, he's comin' over for a project."
you rolled your eyes and sat back down, quickly trying to get some more caffeine in your system before hell broke loose.
you'd gone in to shower and have breakfast with april, leaving ryan and johnny to catch up and work on their 'project'.
you're halfway through breakfast when you hear bam shouting from his room, "what the fuck are you guys doin'?"
as he comes barreling down the stairs, you follow him out to see johnny squatted on the roof of bam's hummer.
oh shit.
obviously, the rest of johnny's stay is chaotic. you'd been interrupted in the shower by ryan's bike engine revving so loud you were sure there'd been an accident, you'd had a toilet water and puke covered wallet laid in front of you, racked up a solid $100 on bam's card at the bar, you'd helped april clean the suds out of her house, helped ryan scare bam with a snake—you'd been busy to say the least.
johnny's flight had taken off, and you sat with ryan around a fire pit in the backyard, nestled into his lap, legs crossed over the arm of the chair.
ryan handed his cigarette to you to hold while he reached down into the cooler for another beer.
"this week was worse than a movie shoot," you leaned your head onto his, cigarette held between your lips for a quick drag.
"oh hush, you had fun gluing the pool balls together." ryan chuckled, pinching your side while trading you the beer bottle for his cigarette back.
"that was a one time thing, i swear!" you shook your head and held your hands up in surrender.
"you said that last time." ryan flicked his cigarette into the fire.
"i actually had a really good idea for a prank on bam." you stare at the fire and lay an arm around ryan's neck, hand reaching for his golden curls.
he's laughing again, "and what's that?"
you lean down to whisper in his ear. it's just the two of you home, everyone else out for the night, "and no one's even home, ry." you press your lips to his neck softly.
in seconds ryan has you over his shoulder, jogging to the house with you.
you're a giggling mess as he whisks you through the sliding glass door and upstairs towards bam's bedroom.
"didn't wanna film this one huh?" he's asking you as he kicks the door shut behind the two of you.
summary: after a bad dream, all you want is to be in the arms of your best friend
warnings: mentions of death/injury, drinking, language, little bit of angst, not edited
word count: ~800
you woke with a start, bolting upright in bed and immediately grabbed your head from moving too fast, the alcohol still very much in your system from the evening. taking a few deep breaths to slow your speeding heart rate, you looked over at the clock on the nightstand; 3:15 am.
you weren’t sure exactly what time you had actually gone to bed, but it couldn’t have been more than an hour or two ago, which was normal while living it bams house. in fact going to bed anytime before 3 am was considered early.
you had been friends with bam for years, and quickly became friends with the rest of the cky crew, and soon enough castle bam felt more like home than anywhere else did. you had gotten used to the endless pranks and the guys disregard for their personal well being.
this dream that had woken you up was different though; not just an injury that could be laughed off. trying not too think to heavily on the details, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and snuck out of your room, down the hall and towards bams door. you could still hear music playing from the living room downstairs, so you weren’t sure if he was in bed yet or not.
there was no response to your gentle knock on the door, you opened it slowly and peeked inside, barely able to make out bams sleeping form in the dark. closing the door behind you, you shuffled blindly in the direction of his bed, stopping when you felt your knees hit the edge of the mattress and his soft snoring grew louder.
“bam,” you said softly, your hand on his bare shoulder gently shaking him awake. “bam.”
“hmmm,” he only groaned in response, the sound muffled as he buried his face deeper into the pillow. “if you’re pranking me fuck off.”
“if i was i wouldn’t wake you up, you ass,” you argued, shoving him gently. “scoot over.”
“why?” he asked, but did as you said, rolling over to the other side of the bed and making space for you to crawl in next to him.
you felt bad for waking him up, knowing that he couldn’t have been asleep long considering he was still awake when you went to bed, and still drinking at that.
“i had a bad dream,” you admitted, and if you weren’t so drunk you might have been embarrassed. but right now you didn’t care.
“so why are you in my bed?” he asked, but wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side anyway, letting you rest your head on his chest.
“i just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“why wouldn’t i be okay?” he hadn’t bothered to open his eyes until now, and looked down at your curled up in his arms, your fingers playing with his heartagram necklace without realizing it.
“because you died.”
“what do you mean i died?” he asked.
“in the dream,” you clarified, shifting uncomfortably as the images of the nightmare replayed in your head. you weren’t sure why this had you so shaken, but you were going to blame the alcohol, and hope that it could at least do you a favour and make you forget all of this when you woke up in the morning.
“it was just a dream,” bam assured you, his hand rubbing your side under the fabric of your t shirt. you moved slightly so you could look at him, holding the sides of his face gently with your hands.
“promise me you won’t die?” you said, and he laughed at the seriousness of your tone. “i mean it!” you insisted, and he rolled his eyes over dramatically.
“yes, ok - i promise i won’t die.”
“thank you.”
“yeah, do me a favour and remind me not to let you drink tequila anymore.”
you smiled, leaning up and kissing him softly on the cheek before laying back down, your head resting on his collarbone.
“deal.”
he was quiet for a moment, and you thought he might be asleep when he spoke again.
“hey,” he mumbled.
“hmm?” you hummed, already half asleep again, but you lifted your head to look up at him anyway.
your eyes widened as he pressed a kiss to your lips, softer than you would have expected from him.
“i’m not goin’ anywhere.” he squeezed you tightly, making you laugh as he loosened his grip so you could breathe.
“good,” you smiled, kissing him again, a little longer this time.
“you’re really drunk, aren’t you?”
“yes, now let me sleep,” you laughed. you could deal with consequences of kissing your best friend in the morning. for now, you were just glad he was safe.
i often see people asking where to find stuff so heres a whole post of jackass links!!! a catalog of jackass + friends content, all from internet archive, organized by release date.
big brother video collection (1996-2001)
cky (1999)
cky2k (2000)
jackass (2000-2001)
cky3 (2001)
cky documentary (2001)
dont try this at home: the steve-o video (2001)
cky4 (2002)
the steve-o video vol.2 (2002)
haggard (2003)
wildboyz (2003)
steve-o:the early years (2004)
steve-o: gross misconduct (2005)
it should also be noted that you can view all jackass movies (except for 4 and 4.5!) on pluto tv for free. ublock origin for no ads ;]
