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Knight In Shining Armor - Ryan Dunn pt.2

Ryan Dunn x fem!reader

this is the second part of a fanfic i wrote for this request!

"HIII!! I was hoping that i could request a fanfic?? I think your writing is sooo good and i would absolutely love a fanfic about fem reader x Ryan Dunn!! Total fluff where reader had broken her leg and has to rest but she still wants to hang out with the guys and what not while they are filming stunts and pranks and stuff so Ryan takes care of her for the day and like carries her around and stuff!! Like a whole lot of Ryan carrying her LOLOL"

Fluff fic <33

I'm so excited to show you guys the part 2 of the fic, it's definitely one of my favourite requests, so please, if you have any requests, feel free to ask in the request box!

As Chris Raab rubbed his head from the hit Bam had delivered, the music blasting from the front drowned out any kind of attempt that Ryan could've made to be able to continue to speak to you. That pissed both of you off, because you knew that that would be one of the few "calm" moments you would have throughout the day.

After a few long and loud minutes, you arrived at Castle Bam, as its name suggested, the house where the crew lived. When you tried to step out of the car, Ryan basically bolted out of the car before you to quickly open the door and help you out.

“Why do you never open doors for me, Ryan?” Dico asked in an overly annoying woman's voice, causing Ryan to smirk, roll his eyes under his helmet and slam the door shut in his face. “M’lady” he turned to look at you with a full blown smile, or what you assumed was one due to the fact that you still weren’t able to see his whole face with the helmet on.

“Stop flirting and come help!” Bam yelled from the driveway, throwing Ryan a chunk of mud that landed right on his helmet. “We’re not flirting!” Ryan defended himself as he picked you up again in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder and walking behind Bam towards their makeshift castle for the battle.

“Why didn’t you guys let me grab my crutches?” you questioned, still hanging off Ryan’s shoulder, it was quite normal for them to pull that kind of stuff, throwing you over their shoulders, grabbing you by the waist and just moving you around like a ragdoll.

“I already told you! You don’t need them, You’ll be our eyes” Ryan stated warmly with a chuckle as he walked up the four wooden stairs that led to a little improvised roof, placing you down in a plastic chair as if you weighed nothing.

“Stop whining and grab the binoculars!” Bam’s shout echoed from a distance. He had tossed a pair of dark binoculars through the air to Ryan, who then handed them to you.

“Just look out and make sure the fatasses don’t hit us,” Bam ordered as Ryan headed back down the weak wooden planks of the makeshift castle.

“Do you spy any attacks, m’lady?” Dico’s voice pitched high beside you. He was still dressed as a jester, but as usual, he couldn’t care less and stayed completely in character as the court's little entertainer. “Move your ass, Dico! That’s my seat,” a heavy shove sent the little jester stumbling to the side as Bam claimed his spot on the large velvet sofa they had dragged out there.

As the sound of a loud scream, which you assumed was Rake’s, pierced through the silence, the “war” had officially started. Water balloons exploding everywhere, the hose spraying water violently as the two larger men approached the boys and they defended themselves with said hose. April, in that expression that she always held on her face of concern, fear and sometimes a hint of amusement, sat in the velvet couch of Vito and Phil’s improvised castle, giving you a worried smile which you reciprocated along with an awkward wave.

“Bam! Look out!” you warned as Phil threw a bunch of water balloons that Bam managed to dodge, but the rest of the crew was too slow to do so. Shortly after their attack, Ryan, Rake and Raab, along with some of the camera crew that were filming for the Viva La Bam episode, walked back up the stairs, looking like wet dogs, soaked head to toe but with dopey, huge smiles on their faces. “M’lady, the enemy has been defeated” Ryan stated as he scooped you up again, even if you complained. “You smell like a wet dog!” he didn't seem to be concerned about your hits on his back, as he kept smiling and holding you in his arms, walking down the stairs of the makeshift castle.

The day had been long and tiring for everyone and before you could realise it, you stopped hitting Ryan and let him carry you to the back porch of Castle Bam, where the gentle cold breeze of a summer night hit you both. He set you down gently on one of the outdoor sofas as everyone made their way inside the house to take a shower to rinse all the mud and river water off of them.”I’m sorry for the dog smell” Ryan said kind of goofily as he sat beside you and took off his helmet, he didn’t want to leave you alone in the porch.

“I think i’ll survive” you replied as he moved his wet blonde locks off his face, grinning like a fool, he had fun, like every day with the crew, they were never bored, whether they liked it or not. You turned to look at him to find him already staring at your side profile like it was the only thing that mattered in that moment and before any of you could take in what was happening, your lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, almost naÏve, a perfect moment if it weren’t for the loud scream that interrupted “I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO! GROSS!” Bam, as always, being a supportive friend…

I hope you guys liked it! I tried my best. And as always, please comment, reblog and interact with the post to boost my page and fics, again, feel free to ask for fics, headcanons or anything of the sort! I don't bite, I promise ;}