So basically fem!reader x Ryan/Chris/Bam or the whole jackass crew.
The reader is steve-o's sister and a totally rocker/biker babe (dressed in leather pants, band shirts and high boots)(full of tats and piercings)
she's in her room playing the guitar while the guys are over and they hear her play? So steve-o introduces them? Maybe if she ends up bam or so she gets introduced to ville?
She makes korn/soad kinda music :)
Sorry if it's too much
chaos meets chaos - jackass crew (ville valo cameo)
The problem with living with Steve-O wasnโt the drugs, or the mess, or even the random animals heโd somehow adopt without warning.
It was the people he let into the house.
On any given day, there was no telling if youโd wake up to Ryan Dunn passed out on the porch, Pontius streaking across the front yard in a thong, or Bam Margera skateboarding down the goddamn hallway like your living room was a halfpipe.
Youโd learned to drown it out. Headphones in, guitar plugged, fingers tearing out riffs that cracked through the walls louder than the chaos outside.
Today was no different.
You sat cross-legged on your bed, black leather pants sticking to your thighs, a faded Pantera tee draped off your shoulder. Tattoos crawled up your arms, piercings glinting when the sunlight cut across your face. Your boot tapped out the tempo as you layered a riff that was pure Korn with just enough System of a Down weirdness to make it hit harder.
You were in your own worldโuntil Ryan Dunnโs voice broke through from the living room.
โDude, what the fuck is that?โ
Steve-O looked up from the joint he was rolling, blinking. โOh, that? Uhโฆ shit. Thatโs my sister.โ
Bam whipped his head around like someone had just set him on fire. โYou have a sister?โ
Knoxville nearly spit out his beer. โWait, wait, wait. Youโve been keeping a sister from us this whole time?โ
Pontius grinned wide, shirt long gone as usual. โThatโs not just a sister, thatโs a shredder.โ
Ryan leaned forward, squinting toward the hallway. โMan, that sounded badass. Bring her out, Steve.โ
Steve-O groaned, already regretting the soundproofing situation. โNah, nah, trust me, you donโt wanna meet her. Sheโll chew you guys up and spit you out.โ
Which of course, only made them more curious.
Bam shoved Steve-Oโs shoulder, laughing. โShut the fuck up and go get her, dude. Youโre hiding treasure in your house.โ
โYeah,โ Knoxville chimed in, โand itโs not like you can keep her from us forever.โ
Steve-O rolled his eyes, muttered something about bad ideas, and stomped down the hall.
Youโd barely finished the riff when he cracked your door open. โYo, sisโpause the death metal recital for a sec. The guys wanna meet you.โ
You gave him a look. โThe guys?โ
He grimaced. โYeah. Those guys.โ
You sighed, set your guitar aside, and swung the door open.
Silence fell in the living room the moment you stepped in.
You stood in the doorway with your guitar still slung over your shoulder, leather boots scuffed, tattoos peeking from under ripped sleeves. Your hair fell in messy waves, dark eyeliner making your eyes sharp as hell.
โโฆWell?โ you asked flatly.
Pontius clapped like a kid at Christmas. โSheโs fucking awesome!โ
Ryan let out a long whistle. โSteve, you never told us your sister looked like she could crush our skulls and headline Ozzfest.โ
Knoxville smirked. โThat explains why you kept her hidden.โ
Bam was quietโat least, for him. He leaned forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, grinning like heโd just found his new favorite thing in the world. โThat riffโฆ was that yours?โ
You smirked. โYeah. Working on something heavy. Probably too complicated for your brain cells.โ
Knoxville cackled, beer spraying. Pontius practically rolled off the couch laughing. Ryan muttered, โDamn, sheโs got Steveโs mouth.โ
Bam didnโt even flinch. If anything, his grin got wider. โI like her.โ
Steve-O groaned, flopping back on the couch.
โGoddammit.โ
For the next half hour, the guys threw questions at you nonstop.
Ryan wanted to know your favorite Korn album. Knoxville joked about filming a Jackass band spin-off. Pontius begged you to play โsomething sexyโ on guitar until Steve-O told him to shut the hell up.
But it was Bam who really zeroed in.
โYou into HIM at all?โ he asked, leaning toward you like the rest of the room had disappeared.
โYeah. Villeโs voice is insane.โ
Bam lit up. โNo fucking way. Heโs one of my best friends. Heโd lose his shit over your music.โ
You raised a brow. โVille Valo? The Ville Valo?โ
โThe one and only,โ Bam said, cocky grin intact. โYou gotta meet him. Weโre always filming dumb shit at my place, Castle Bam. Youโd fit right in.โ
Steve-O threw his hands up. โOh hell no. She is not getting sucked into your chaos, Bam.โ
But Bamโs grin only grew, eyes locked on you. โShe already is chaos, dude. I can tell.โ
You plucked a sharp riff on your guitar, smirking at your brother. โMaybe the monster was already here, Steve.โ
The whole room erupted in laughter. Bamโs laugh was the loudest, and for the first time, you didnโt mind being dragged into the circus.
LATER - CASTLE BAM
Steve-O swore up and down that letting you tag along to Castle Bam was โthe worst fucking ideaโ heโd ever had. Which, considering the man had stapled his balls to his leg before, was saying a lot.
But Bam had insistedโloudly, relentlesslyโuntil Steve-O finally threw his hands up and muttered, โFine, but donโt say I didnโt warn you when she burns your house down.โ
The first thing you noticed when you got to Castle Bam was how the entire place screamed Bam Margeraโs brain on Red Bull. Half-pipes in the backyard, ramps bolted to the staircase, walls covered in graffiti, and a giant pirate flag waving over the driveway.
โOh my god,โ you muttered under your breath. โItโs like MTV had a fever dream and left it here to rot.โ
Bam, grinning ear to ear, flung open the front door. โWelcome to paradise, sweetheart.โ
Steve-O groaned. โSheโs gonna fucking hate you.โ
Inside was even worse. Novak was already half-naked in the kitchen, yelling about how he couldnโt find pants. Ryan Dunn sat on the couch drinking a beer at 2 p.m., while Raab Himself tried to duct-tape Knoxvilleโs shoes to the ceiling. Ape and Phil were in the backgroundโApe yelling, Phil laughing like heโd given up on life years ago.
โJesus Christ,โ you muttered, stepping over a skateboard that came flying past your boots.
Ryan looked up and spotted you. โHoly shit, Steve actually brought her!โ
Pontiusโwho had apparently already found a reason to strip down againโthrew both arms in the air. โThe rock goddess has arrived!โ
You adjusted your guitar strap, smirking. โYou guys donโt even deserve to look at me.โ
The room exploded in laughter, Bamโs especially loud. He shoved Dunnโs shoulder. โSee? I told you she was metal as fuck.โ
Ryan grinned. โSheโs got sharper teeth than you, Bam.โ
โGood,โ Bam said, not missing a beat. His eyes flicked toward you, warm and mischievous all at once.
Steve-O groaned. โOh no. Nope. I donโt like that look.โ
Within ten minutes, you were dragged outside to the backyard ramp where Bam and Dunn were already dropping in on their boards. Bam shoved his deck toward you.
โCโmon. You skate?โ
You raised a brow. โDo I look like I skate?โ
โYes,โ Pontius said immediately, grinning like an idiot.
Bam smirked. โThen prove it.โ
You rolled your eyes, took the board, and stepped onto the ramp. It had been years since youโd skated seriously, but muscle memory kicked in quick. You dropped in clean, carved one smooth line, and hopped off before you could eat shit.
The crew roared like youโd just landed a 900.
โHoly fuck!โ Dunn yelled, spilling beer down his shirt.
Bam jogged over, grabbing his board back with that wild grin. โOkay, Iโm officially in love.โ
Steve-O smacked him upside the head. โBack off, Bam.โ
But Bam wasnโt listening. His eyes were still locked on you, like he was trying to figure out what made you tick.
The chaos was interrupted when a black Escalade rolled up the driveway. Out stepped Ville Valo, long coat, eyeliner sharp, cigarette already dangling from his fingers like it was part of his hand.
โSpeak of the devil,โ Bam muttered, jogging over to greet him.
โBam, what the hell is going on here?โ Villeโs voice was deep, smooth, tired.
โJust the usual,โ Bam said. โHeyโgot someone you gotta meet.โ He grabbed your arm without warning and pulled you forward. โThis is Steve-Oโs sister. She shreds guitar like a demon.โ
Villeโs eyes flicked over you, slow and assessing. โSo youโre the one making all the noise Steveโs been hiding from us.โ
You smirked, crossing your arms. โNoise? Thatโs art, sweetheart.โ
Villeโs mouth curved into the faintest smile. โI like her.โ
Bam grinned, looking between you and Ville like heโd just brokered some kind of unholy alliance.
โTold you sheโd fit right in.โ
Steve-O threw his hands in the air. โOh, great. Now I gotta deal with both of you corrupting her.โ
Hours later, the house was a full-blown circus. Novak had gotten himself duct-taped to a chair, Ryan was passed out on the couch, Knoxville was scheming something with fireworks, and Pontius had declared himself โLord of the Hot Tub.โ
You ended up outside on the back steps, guitar in hand, cigarette burning low between your fingers. Ville sat beside you, listening quietly while you played one of your darker riffs. Bam leaned against the railing, beer in hand, watching you with that same restless energy.
โSounds like something Jonathan Davis would write,โ Ville said softly.
You shrugged. โGuess Korn rubbed off on me.โ
Bamโs grin widened. โYou two are like soulmates or some shit.โ
Ville smirked. โCareful, Bam. Donโt sound jealous.โ
Bam shot him a look but didnโt deny it. Instead, he stepped closer, eyes still on you. โIโm just sayingโฆ youโre fucking rad. Didnโt think anyone could keep up with this circus, butโyou do.โ
You strummed one last sharp chord, the sound ringing into the night. Then you looked up at him, smirk tugging at your lips. โMaybe I belong in the circus.โ
The way Bamโs grin sharpened, wild and a little dangerous, told you he agreed.
