terror twins - bam margera
2000s!bam margera x gn!reader
summary: you and bam are like a matching set - you can’t have one without the other
warnings: drinking, typical jackass shenanigans, language, smoking
word count: ~1k (mix of headcanons)
* definition of two peas in a pod, double trouble, whatever you want to call it. wherever one of you goes, the other was never far behind
* poor april and phil had twice the trouble to deal with once you and bam started hanging out at the house all the time, until eventually you were basically living there
“have you seen bam?” april called from downstairs as you walked out of your room, and you called back a loud ‘no’ before bam crashed through the front door, dico and raab close behind him with an assortment of beverages and snacks in their arms.
“bam! why’d you have to break the door?” april cried as it hung awkwardly off its hinges.
“my hands were full! how do you expect me to turn the knob?” he asked, like it made perfect sense.
“you could’ve knocked!” she said, drying her hands on a kitchen towel before tossing it on the counter.
“well now we got another window - it lets in more natural light,” you smiled, joining them on the main floor and taking some of the drinks that bam was holding and setting them down in the floor.
“you kids are gonna be the death of me,” april shook her head, but the four of you just smiled.
* stealing his clothes all the time because you basically have the same sense of style and aesthetic. he complains but he secretly likes it
* trading mixtapes/cds and playlists on your mp3 players because you’re both into the same music
* matching tattoos!! matching jewelry!! every store you guys go to better hope they have 2 of everything in stock (or else you two will have to fight over/share it
“hey that’s my shirt!” he said, tugging on the hem of the black tshirt you had ‘borrowed’ from his room.
“i haven’t done laundry,” you shrugged, flopping down on the couch next to raab, putting your feet up in his lap. “you stole my jeans last week,” you reminded him.
“what’s on the agenda today, fuckers?” dunn asked, appearing in the doorway as he rubbed his eyes, still half asleep despite it being nearly noon.
“clothes shopping apparently,” bam rolled him eyes.
“you mean getting kicked out of the mall again?” you corrected, and bam wiggled his eyebrows as he picked up one of his skateboards.
“think i can make it down the escalator this time without getting caught?” he grinned.
* when you two start dating it becomes even worse. bam is CLINGY
* he’s worse when he’s drunk, which means you’re always getting dragged into the middle of the action because he refuses to let go of you
* arms around your shoulder, arms around your waist, hand in your back pocket; always wants to be touching you in some way or another
* that being said he’s not huge on romantic pda, he just likes to be near you at all times
“where’s bam?” knoxville asked, poking his head into the kitchen of whoever’s house it was that you and the rest of the jackass crew were currently making a mess of.
“haven’t seen him,” dunn shook his head. “find the other one, bam wont be far,” he laughed, sinking a ping pong ball in one of the beer cups at pontius’ end of the table.
bam was in fact with you, the two of sitting on the roof of the shed in the backyard.
“hey, pass me one,” you said, reaching your hand towards bam’s open pack of cigarettes.
“what happened to yours!” he protested, but didn’t stop your fingers from taking one and putting it between your lips. pulling your lighter from your pocket, you lit the end before doing the same to his.
“you smoked them all, remember?” you elbowed him in the ribs, before taking a sip of your beer that had started to go warm, the glass bottle sweating in the summer heat and dripping onto your leg.
“don’t push me - i could fall and die!” he complained, and you rolled your eyes.
“you jump off of higher buildings for fun, you’d be fine.”
“so you’re saying i should try to land a kickflip of the roof?” he said, peering down at the ground about eight feet below.
“yes i think that’s exactly what i said,” you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“you’re a genius - i should build a skate ramp off the deck and into the pool!” he said, as if the idea lightbulb had gone off in his head.
“well i guess i know what we’re doing tomorrow.”
“bam!” knoxville called from the open patio door, and you both turned your heads towards him.
“what!” he called back, letting himself slide to the edge of the roof, his legs dangling off it before you copied him.
“i have to tell you about this idea i just had for a bit! bring thing two with you!” he said, before disappearing back inside the house.
“if anything i’m thing one and you’re thing two,” you said, pushing him off the edge of the roof playfully, and watching as he landed on his feet before dramatically falling back to the ground.
“i’m not catching you!” he said with a smile.
“that’s fine, i’ll just land on you,” you said, hopping off the roof and landing in a heap next to him, before rolling over until you were laying on him.
“i can’t believe you pushed me off the roof,” he pouted, and you rolled your eyes before kissing him softly. as if you didn’t pull worse pranks on eachother on a daily basis.
“i’ll make it up to you, let’s go,” you laughed, kissing him one more time before standing up and extending a hand to drag him up to his feet.
