You are nearly 25, and haven't seen your ex-boyfriend Bam since the first summer after graduating high school. That same summer, you'd finally be free of your abusive father, but at great cost. You grew up and still live in your small coastal town, the lovingly stupid boys from Bam's crew all just a walk away. Bam had left town after the incident, unsure of how to help you other than let you go. You have some demons that could scare even the CKY crew, who tried to kill one another as a daily routine.
But it's Fall in California, and he's back in town...bringing with him all the memories you'd fought so hard to avoid every day since your father finally died. Some memories were as warm and beautiful as the coastal sunset. Some threatened to swallow you whole, so deep you'd lose yourself in their darkness. Maybe seeing Bam again could coax you to creep out of the cave you'd put yourself in. Maybe...
Basically a young love/high school into young adulthood/small town/angsty Bam and OFC fic. Heavy on the angst, the fluffy lovey-dovey shit, smut, and debauchery. Warnings: 18+, drinking, drugs, and mentions of abuse.
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The early Fall sun lazily exhaled across the rooftops of your neighborhood, a Californian autumn. A slight breeze snuck its way into your bedroom through the paint-chipped window, a milky white curtain dancing slowly upon its back. Your chin rested on your knee, your eyes locked on your toes. The cherry red nail polish stung your nostrils, but you liked it. It reminded you of the strong drinks your roommate Cassie used to make at Friday night pre games. The thought made you giggle to yourself, all alone. That time of your life seemed like ages ago. A lot could happen in three years.
The radio cracked from the corner of the room, and his beanie hung from the right hand corner of your headboard. You dragged the polish across your big toe, and glanced over at your bed. You wondered foolishly if it would still smell like him…like smoke and something sweet that you couldn’t quite identify yet. The burn of the bourbon in your cup made you swallow twice and lick your lips. It made you think of his taste. Recalling that felt more distant, and that put a pit in your stomach. It was almost an ache, even lower.
Your phone rang, breaking your concentration and pulling an inhale from your chest. You stood and walked over to your bed where your phone cried from, your black bikini top was still wet from the community pool.
You licked your lips as you looked at the name on the screen.
Ryan.
A heavy pang in your chest dripped into your stomach and your freshly painted toes wiggled above the stained carpet. Ryan fucking Dunn….it had been a long time since you spoke to that one. In all reality, if you calculated the last time you saw Ryan…it was also the last time you saw Bam. A flash of his eyes that night, the blood on his jaw…you let the phone ring one more time before sucking it up and pressing that little green button.
“Yeah?” You answered, shuffling over to your purse on the floor and rifling through it for some gum. It was better for you than a cigarette.
“Jesus, woman. I almost forgot how pissed you sound whenever you answer the phone.” You could hear the irritatingly charming smirk on his mouth through the line…
“Shut the hell up, Ryan. Why are you calling me?” You chewed on the gum, staring at yourself in your mirrored closet doors. Goosebumps ran up your legs all the way to your ripped denim shorts.
Ryan laughed on the other end, and you could practically see him clutching his stomach on the bar stool, Chris Raab knocking him on the shoulder with a beer in his hand.
“Hey hey hey! Why d’ya say that like we aren’t friends? Can’t a guy call his friend?”
You rolled your eyes and looked down at your fresh manicure. Dark, hot red to match your pedicure. God…his voice made you think of Bam. Of fucking course it did.
It was enough to send a shiver up your spine, the buzz from your drink crawling up your bones.
“Ryan.” You weren’t playing his game, you weren’t drunk yet.
Another laugh…but this one sounded more forced.
“Okay, sorry. I just wanted to…reach out. I know it’s getting close to around that time…and…fuck I don’t know…” He trailed off and coughed. God…that made you want a cigarette even more than you already did. Ryan always liked American Spirits like you did…and didn’t bat an eye as every other CKY boy gagged when he brought them out.
You hastily unwrapped another piece of stupid fruity gum, squeezing your phone between your cheek and shoulder. Your long hair tickled your waist.
“Yeah…I know what fucking time of year it is, Ryan. I have a calendar,” you said cruelly. You hated yourself for being so mean…but also couldn’t bring yourself to really care. The wrapper of the gum wasn’t coming off quickly enough and Ryan just breathed out, blowing out his smoke for sure. It was easier to be mad at him for getting to smoke right now than to remember what time of year it was. Easier to spit petty jabs than to let yourself feel it.
“Look, y/n…he wanted to call-”
“Ryan!” You shouted, throwing the gum on the ground and shoving your fingers into your hair. You didn’t care if it smudged or left red spots in your roots. There were too many thoughts to be aware of any consequences.
Ryan obeyed the words you did not speak and shuts up. Taking a moment to breathe and choose your words carefully was divine intervention. You checked your nails…they were just perfect. The pit in your stomach just felt more hollow.
“Look Ryan. I uh…I appreciate you reaching out, but I really don’t need to hear any of your excuses for him.”
Ryan sighed. A smokeless breath…his cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers, defeated.
“Okay, y/n…you’re right. I’m sorry.” No pretense of deviousness or joking. So serious and so sad.
Now your free hand was braced on your hip in feigned confidence. You scoffed silently at your reflection. You felt like a little girl pretending to be a woman…still so naive yet so unhealed from pain you experienced too early. A featherless baby bird that had stupidly fallen from her nest.
“Thanks, Ry.” You really couldn’t stay mad at him. You knew why he was calling…and how much he still cared about you. About everyone.
“Nah…don’t worry about it, y/n. You know I’m alway here.” Ryan took a moment to suck in more smoke. You imagined it was the last of his cigarette, almost felt the scrape of his shoe on the asphalt up your back. God…you needed a smoke.
“Take care of yourself, okay?”
You nodded as if he were there to look at you, to search your eyes and know whether or not to stay and make sure you were okay. That was how it used to be…when all the boys would ride along in Bam’s dad’s old van to sneak you out. They always knew how to make you laugh and almost forget what was going on at home. On the nights they picked you up and the bruises were too dark to cover up, Bam wouldn’t let you out of his sight. He always thought you were asleep in his bed when he’d tip-toe out to talk to Phil and April in the hallway, his voice shaking with sadness and anger.
“He’s hitting her, Ape. That’s her fucking dad, and he’s fucking hitting her. I’m gonna kill that bastard.”
Ryan’s voice on the phone snapped you back to the mirror. No bruises or cut lip staring back at you. The radio ran its way through the cd and just sang static at you. That milky white curtain was caught on a dry branch of your suffering indoor plant.
“Hey, you still got that wicked right hook, right girl?” Ryan asked, his voice dripping in familiar mischief.
And god dammit…he got you to laugh. The kind of laugh that was needed so bad it came out quicker and harder than you expected or would have allowed. You knew this delighted him. Could see his eyes light up.
“Keep fighting, y/n.” And with that he hung up.
You dropped your phone back onto your bed. The curtain finally untangled from the plant and floated back onto the lazy breeze. You killed your drink.
“Fuck it,” you sighed as you shoved your freshly painted toes into your faded black flip-flops. The liquor store was just around the corner and you had a twenty in your back pocket from last night.
Big thanks to @hotshot624 for reaching out and showing their support for the jackass fellas in the tickle community! So lovely to hear from other fans!
These are general tickle hcs about the guys, but to make my writing easier for myself I use a "you" pronoun a whole lot instead of the third person "person" or "someone" bc that doesn't flow as easily for me. So while I say "you," I don't necessarily mean YOU the reader..... but hey, if it helps bring the fantasy to life! then by all means! it's you!
Johnny Knoxville
This man is the ring leader and he for sure knows how to tickle somebody
Is the type of ler to wiggle his fingers at his lee
He takes great pleasure in tickling someone because to him it's yet another bit he can use against them
And we know how dedicated he is to his pranks so once he finds out you're ticklish.... he won't stop
He'll become a full-on nuisance
Any chance he gets, he'll be on you and tickle the shit out of you
Loves referring to himself as 'daddy' and will definitely incorporate that into his teases
Because yes Knoxville will verbally tease you
But he'll also be the kind of ler to laugh with you and cackle when you cackle
In terms of how he tickles, he can be rough
There is very little light, fun tickles once Knoxville has you on his radar
He'll go for the pin and look to get your worst spots as soon as possible
Steve O
Steve O will be amongst the first of the guys to laugh when he finds out you're ticklish
He truly does think it's kind of cute
He never usually got involved in tickle fights amongst the guys; he prefers watching
But he can tickle when he needs to, don't get me wrong
Steve O does use revenge tickles as an option if he gets got, and they're usually aimed at Knoxville
He gives pokes readily, just to see his lee jump
It takes a lot to get him to really go after a lee
Once he's got you, his hands move around like lightning, getting to every spot he can in as little time as possible
Chris Pontius
Chris is already a human puppy dog so his playfulness is off the charts
(His dumb little laugh that he does always KILLS me when I go back and watch the Jackass films so you bet your ass I'm including it in these headcanons)
The minute he finds out you're ticklish, there's a lightbulb going off in his head
His eyes get a little wider and a grin spreads across his face
It's fun new territory that he's very willing to explore
You can tell when he's planning to tickle someone because he laughs that goofy laugh of his and then he's going for the chase
Chris loves teasing, and he's the kind of guy to use sillier tickles
He'll deadpan his voice, growl, ask questions, you name it and he's teasing it while tickling
Definitely uses his beard for tickles, how can I ever leave out the beard
And to go along with beard tickles, he's big on giving raspberries
If his lee is responding really great to the tickles, he'll eventually stop just bc he's making himself laugh too hard to focus or continue
Bam Margera
(Oh boy this one is a soft spot for me)
(I've loved Bam from the first time I saw him in the first Jackass)
(And I know he has his demons and I was heartbroken to hear what went down on the set of the new Jackass Forever with him)
(Still, I know there's so much good in him and he's so great in the movies)
Without further ado...
Bam is mischief personified
The looks he'd get on camera when he'd purposely look thru the lens or make a stupid voice to introduce the bits, you can tell he just loves being on Jackass and messing with people
I've always seen Bam more as a lee than a ler so this is rough for me to not include anything of him being tickled
Bam will make fun of you for being ticklish
He's a bit of a dick about it
He will try and tickle you any chance he gets once the word gets out
Loves starting tickle fights with the guys, with anyone
Will try to put you in prank situations where the goal is to get you tickled
Bam tickles hard
Like he might leave you with bruises on your ribs from pressing so hard
Maybe isn't the best at boundaries or knowing when to stop, but after he's reminded of how upset he'd be on the pranks with snakes involved, he turns his attitude around
Starts real fights with punching and wrestling that turns into tickle fights to show that there's no animosity
Ryan Dunn (RIP)
(Honorable mention because hand to God truth, Ryan is my favorite)
(I still use "is" because whenever I rewatch the movies, anything he says or does is on the top of the list of making me laugh. He has some of the funniest quips and I can tell he was probably among the smartest of the guys, or at least among the quickest. He's adorable and playful and I love him. These hcs are done in all respect of my favorite Jackass member)
Ryan's giggle and wheezy laugh are enough to make anyone laugh with him
He loves tickling people and getting involved in tickle fights, which Bam usually starts
Ryan is a big side-grabber
Like will go behind someone, grab their sides with both hands in a firm grip, and squeeze away for as long as he can before the person runs away
Definitely sarcastic and dry when he teases, but also teases lovingly
Another one with a beard like Pontius that I know he uses for evil
Does quick tickle attacks but checks to make sure his lee is okay before he goes right back in for another round
Enjoys being a part of gang-up tickles
Alright! That's all I got so far, folks!
If you want to see hcs for Ehren, Dave, Preston, or Wee-Man, let me know! The guys I chose for this hc list are among the easiest for me to think about when it comes to tickling, but I'm sure if the demand was there, I could make another list of the rest of the guys. Hope you enjoyed!
im having this weird bath and body works phase (it’s so fucking weird and annoying) I wanna do what body spray the jackass cast would wear it just makes me so happy
