Firsts With Brandon DiCamillo
Brandon DiCamillo x G!N Reader!
Description: All your firsts with Dico. Fluff SFW.
A/N: Well, it's finally here! This is my first time writing in a while so sorry if it's kinda mid. Also why it took me forever to write. I really enjoyed writing this so send me more requests! ♥️
Hug:
You were up on Bam’s roof, skateboard in one hand and the other giving your friends below the finger. How did you end up in this situation? Bam was the one who did skating stunts, and Ryan was always the one jumping off a high place, but somehow, you managed to take both of their bits. The stunt involved you skating down the roof and landing on the ramp below. All while attempting to avoid breaking all your bones.
“...and we’re rolling,” yelled Bam, panning the camera to Dico’s terrified yet slightly impressed face at your bravery.
Well, there was no going back now. Cursing, you rapidly made your way down. Everything was going smoothly. You thought you’d make it, and so did your friends as they began to cheer. However, in true CKY fashion, you lost control of the board, launching yourself forward and crashing into the tree Bam had jumped onto countless times. You instinctually grabbed onto the jagged branches, trying your best to climb down but ultimately missing the final steps, which solidified your final slam on the ground. Dico was the first to run over.
“Y/N, are you okay? Speak to me,”
Your eyes were closed, and the throbbing at your temples made it strenuous to distinguish what was happening.
“That was awesome, but I need you to open your eyes.” He sounded concerned at the fact you were unresponsive, besides the slight contort of your nose at the loud laughing and annoyingly bright sun. You finally opened your eyes, instantly laughing at your current state.
“Bran, I’m okay. Just a few scratches and a little blood.” You laughed again at your poor attempt to conceal your pain. There were more than a few scratches and a little blood littering your body. Dico brought you in a tight embrace as he helped you to your feet, trying not to hurt you anymore. Despite the blood leaking from your cuts staining his shirt, he continued to hug you.
“You’re never doing anything like that again.” He said, leading you into the house to patch you up.
“Actually — I think they might have to,” It was Bam. “I don’t think I was recording.”
Holding hands:
You were all in Bam’s living room, discussing possible skits and stunts to include in the next CKY video. You were distracted by the insanity unfolding in the room; Bam seeing how hard he could slap Raab, you subconsciously grabbed Dico’s hand, laughing at your best friend's antics. Dico instantly noticed, head snapping to the soft hands intertwined with his rough, calloused ones. He had been attempting to hold your hand all day but was afraid you wouldn't reciprocate the feeling. Yet, here you were. The casualty of holding each other’s shocks your surrounding friends. Groans and sounds of disgust surround the room. Confusion settles in at the reaction of your friends. Nothing gross had happened. As far as you could tell, Raab was still fully clothed, and no foul odor followed him. Looking around for the cause of their reactions, you ask,
“What happened? Did Raab sh—”
You’re interrupted by Bam making an exceptionally dramatic comment,
“Ew! Why are you two holding hands?!”
You bring your hand up to eye level. A slight heat paints your face at the realization that you’re holding the hand of your long-time crush. The embarrassment settles in as you try to pry your hand from Dico’s. However, his grip remains tight, flashing his signature smile, almost a reassurance, confirming that he feels the same way you do. Once again, sounds of disgust and an exaggerated gag from the drama queen Bam Margera fill the room.
“Dunn, get me a bucket. I think I’m going to be sick.”
First date:
Your first “date” was casual and felt like any other day in Westchester. It was a filming day for the new CKY video. The day consisted of shooting shopping cart stunts in several locations around town. The sun had set, and the group resided in a near-empty grocery store parking lot for the last skit of the day. Both you and Dico wore medieval costumes, wielding comically large swords. You and Dico sat on the pavement as Rake and Raab collected most of the shopping carts in the vicinity.
Dico stood up as Rake and Raab returned with the carts. Putting on his best medieval British accent, he points his sword at you and back to the cart.
“Y/N, would you do me the honors of accompanying me on my chariot to defend my kingdom?” Giggling at his impression, you attempt the same accent.
“Sire DiCamillo it would be my honor.”
Of course, yours would never be as good as his, but regardless, he laughs at your attempt as you both jump into the cart. He gives a goofy smile as Bam prepares to launch you into a nearby bush.
Kiss:
Poor boy has wanted to kiss you for so long. Even when his feelings for you were nothing more than platonic, he always wondered what it would feel like to kiss you. So, when it happened, he was simply beaming.
You two were alone for what seemed like the first time in all the years you had known him. No skateboard thrown angrily in the distance, no crashing sounds, and moans of pain following. It was just you, Dico, and your increasingly rapid beating heart. You had decided to go on a late-night drive. Typically all the boys would join you, but tonight you just wanted Dico. Along with the empty roads, he was your piece of sanity in an otherwise hectic life. Parking in an abandoned parking lot, turning the stereo off, you look at Dico.
“Thanks for coming along,” He looked so pretty. The moon's light perfectly reflected on his face, highlighting his best features. You tried your best not to stare as he spoke.
“Of course, Y/N,” Smiling softly, his gaze lingered on your lips. Despite your immense nervousness, you took the opportunity, leaning in and closing the gap between you two. The kiss is everything you expected, soft and sweet. You could feel his smile as you continued to kiss, placing your hands on his chest. God, you could get used to this.
He intends to tell everyone after it happens. Unfortunately, Rake is the first victim.
“Rake, did you know Y/N kissed me last night.”
“For the hundredth time, yes. Please go tell someone else.” Although Rake is slightly annoyed by Dico constantly telling him you two kissed, he enjoys seeing his friend happy. Especially after having to hear him complain for years about your partners at the time and how you should be with him. Of course, when you meet the group at Bam’s house, they’re all mocking and imitating you and Dico kissing.
Sleeping in the same bed / cuddling:
Being friends with the CKY crew meant constantly being over at each other's houses. If April was tired of your group's antics, your house became the designated filming or hangout site. Today had been a particularly long filming session, and as much as you loved being with your friends, it was late, and you were beyond tired. Overnight stays at your house were nothing new. It was common for several of the guys to crash on your couch or bedroom floor. Getting up from your spot on the floor between Dico and Raab, who were already dozing off, you excused yourself from the group.
“How come Dico gets to sleep in your bed while we have to fight for your leftovers,” says Bam, whining as you offer your hand to Dico.
Dico interjects before you can respond, “Because I’m Y/N’s favorite,” he said matter-of-factly, earning another whine from Bam. Laughing at the rest of the boys fighting for your guest bedroom and couch, you head upstairs. There was an underlying nervousness as you slowly got into bed. Of course, Dico had slept in your bed plenty of times, but this was different. Maybe it was because you were romantically involved now or how pretty he looked under your black duvet. His eyes fluttered, a dopey smile sneaking into a yawn, brushing the hair covering the side of your face as he kissed you goodnight. It felt so natural, your cheek pressed against his chest, his chin on your head, limbs intertwined. He held you tight enough to satisfy his desire to protect you in such a vulnerable state.
“I wish we could stay like this forever, Bran,” Before he could respond, Ryan and Bam barged into your bedroom.
“See Dunn. I told you they were being gross and cuddling. I’m Y/N’s favorite. Dico just happens to be better than me at cuddling.”
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