i hate you, but not really // ryan dunn x reader
description: you are one of Ehren's friends from high school (you're 3 years younger than him), and he always brings you to watch the boys film for Jackass the Movie. Because of this, you spend a lot of time on set, and Ryan and you have developed a bit of a rivalry... or so you thought.
warnings: language (obviously), enemies to lovers, ryan being a little shit, the reader also being a little shit
word count: ~1.3k
The Jackass crew and I are currently in a golf course, getting ready to smash the shit out of some golf carts and mini golf attractions. Dico and Bam are gonna ride in one cart and Knoxville and Dunn are gonna be in the other. Knowing Ryan, he's gonna crash the fucking cart, as he always does, and get someone injured. But, of course, he thinks he's hilarious when it does happen. That man has no concern for anyone but himself, and it obviously shows in everything he does.
I'm forced out of my thoughts by a familiar voice behind me, the most annoying person that could talk to me right now. "How about a kiss for good luck, sweetheart?"
I whip around to find Ryan in all his grimy glory with a shit-eating grin on his face. I scoff aggressively and back up a few steps from him. "Eat dirt, asshole." I cross my arms.
He looks away incredulously and then right back at me, taking a few steps towards me. "You know what, why do you have to such a bitch all the time? I've never done anything to you, why do you have to hate me so much?"
My eyes widened, and I can feel my cheeks start to redden as his frustrating words begin to sink in. "Oh, really?" I interrogate him, my voice dripping in venom. "I'm a bitch to you? Says the person who hazed me the entire first week I hung out with you guys, including spray-painting a dick on my car!! Just leave me the fuck alone, please?"
As I turn away to return to the rest of the group, Ryan darts in front of me and says, "Okay, okay, okay. If it makes you feel better, you can slap me. Lightly."
After filming for the day, Knoxville suggests we all go out to dinner and invited me along. He suggests that we should all go home and change out of our disgusting clothes and then go out for dinner, which is exactly what we end of doing.
"No! Why the hell would I do that?" I roughly push past him and down to the group of friends we share.
I hitch a ride from Ehren after I've already changed into clean clothes, and we're already halfway to the restaurant before he speaks up. "What's your problem with Ryan?"
Caught off guard with his strange question, I furrow my brows in contemplation. To be honest, I didn't really know anymore. It's just always felt right to hate him, but I realize that doesn't make any sense. So, I answer Ehren's question truthfully in return. "I don't really know. There's just something about him that gets under my skin."
"Do you mean... like in a good way?" He questions, meeting my gaze to raise his eyebrows.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I look at him back in disgust.
He sighs in defeat and says, "Nevermind. I guess you two are a lost cause after all... Now I owe Dave 20 bucks."
Ehren and I are the last to arrive at the restaurant and we meet up with everybody right outside the front doors. My eyes immediately drift over to Ryan. But, with surprise, he actually looks pretty nice. For once, his clothes are actually clean, and his rusty orange shirt compliments his rosy cheeks delightfully.
I feel someone tap my left shoulder and find Bam playfully staring at me with one eyebrow raised. I sigh and confusedly ask, "What is it?"
He flicks his eyes from Ryan to me and back to him again. "Find something interesting to look at?"
At around 8:30, we had all finished eating and visiting with each other and unanimously decide to start to head home. I noticed that Ryan would barely look at me throughout the meal, which was weird considering that he usually picks fights with me at any given moment.
I chuckle and push his shoulder, jokingly telling the brunette to shut up. What no one noticed at this point, and what Ryan would refuse to admit later, was that seeing me joke around with Bam sent a pang of sadness and envy through his body.
I begin to walk to Ehren's car to get a ride home, but I'm stopped cold in my tracks by a hand gently grasping my wrist. I turn around to find curly-haired Ryan staring straight back at me with a look of apprehension in his eyes. "What do you want?" I ask, not ripping my hand out of his grip yet.
It takes a few seconds for him to respond. When he does, his voice cracks. "Can I just talk to you for a second, alone?"
As I'm standing in front of him, pondering my next words carefully, I suddenly notice who Ryan really is for the first time ever. He's not cruel, he's compassionate. He's not careless, he's thoughtful. "Um, sure," I reply, stepping away from the street and slowly striding to a bench not far from the restaurant we just left.
Although he's walking behind me, he sits down before me, ushering me to sit down next to him. On any other night before this, I never would have chosen to spend any more time with him than I had to. But, for some reason, I'm not even second-guessing my choice to sit as close to him as possible.
I swallow deeply, preparing myself for anything that he could say.
He slowly turns his torso to me and rests his hands on his lap. The blonde-haired man takes a deep breath before speaking. His voice is so quiet, it's just above a whisper. "You deserve to know something."
My breath leaves my body, and I find it hard to even look at this man who has just poured his heart out to me. And it isn't because I don't feel the same way. It's the complete opposite and I have just realized it. "Listen, Ryan," I begin, but he abruptly stands up from the bench.
"You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply. And I know that this may take you off guard or cause you to hate me even more than you already do, but I wanted to get this off my chest because my feelings for you have plagued my thoughts for months."
"Actually, you know what, I realized that this is a bad idea, so I'm just gonna go and probably never talk to you again out of embarrassment," Ryan admits. Before he can even take a step away from me, I grab his hand that has been glued to his side for this entire time and I squeeze his palm in mine while interlocking our fingers. I look up to his eyes, and they seem to be glued to the sight of our intertwined hands.
"Doesn't seem so bad, does it?" I chuckle, swinging our arms together a little bit. "I want you to know... um..." My mouth suddenly feels dry as my tongue fails to create the words. "I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. You never deserved that. And I now realize that I have been the luckiest person to have you there for me. I think, if we both put in effort, we can make us work. What do you think, Dunn?"
Ryan takes another step forward, so our bodies are almost touching, and he brings his hands up to cup my waist. "I have been waiting months for you to say that," he says as he dips his head to bring our lips into a passionate kiss that neither of us will forget for the rest of our lives.