#jackass fluff

He gently pushed her to Johnny, who was smiling nervously, his palms sweaty. "I don't understand, is this is a prank or are we changing something?" She whispered to Johnny, "yeah we changed a few things I just need you stand right here." He instructs bringing her into the heart. "So, I know you were just so stoked for the fun run, but I had other ideas. So, um, I just have something's to say." He took in a deep breath and got down on one knee, making her gasp.

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"Hello, I'm Y/n L/n and this is the blind folded fun run." Steve-o ties a blind fold over her eyes, "You see me?" He asked, "no." She mumbles Steve-o walked her to the warehouse. Where, undenounced to her was where Johnny stood in the middle of the room. With a heart border made out of roses. Candles lit around and the crew on standby. "Y/n you ready?" Steve-o asked the nervous girl, "Sure, I mean why would I do an obstacle course with sight right?" He laughed then took of her blindfold. She looked around confused, turning to Steve-o "don't say I never did anything for you."

So, will you marry me?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and his heart dropped. "What? Oh, darlin don't cry." He stood up and wrapped her in his arms. She kissed him "I love you so much." She cried, "So, is that a, yes?"

"If this is a joke I'll kill you."

"It's not a joke baby, I promise. Y/n we have been best friends since we were kids. We grew up together and I have loved you for so many years. I actually think I will love no one more. I always thought you were almost perfect the only thing wrong with you is your last name.

"Of course it's a yes!" The crew cheered and the boys ran in to go and congratulate their friends. "Holy shit your big kids now!" Bam yelled hugging Y/n. She laughed and pulled away going to practically tackling Steve-o in a bear hug. "You knew! You sneaky little boy!" He picked her up and spined her around. "What do you expect!" He set her down and Johnny pulled her in front of the crew facing the camera.

“I’m sorry.”

The words echoed from the other end of the line; they sounded disgustingly condescending coming from a cheater.

“Oh, fuck you.” You spat before hanging up on your now ex-boyfriend. In a fit of rage, a solemn, agonizing cry tore through your chest as you launched the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a force you didn’t know you had within you. You were grateful nobody was home to hear the commotion you’d kicked up.

A few yards away sat your neighbor, Bam’s room. The two of you weren’t as close of friends as you once were, but he always kept a watchful eye on you around school and the neighborhood; even if he didn’t say anything. His music would often keep you up at night with how loud it blared. Yet tonight, it was nearly silent.

It was only ever silent at the Margera house when he was either not home or hyper focused on whatever footage he was editing at the time.

You sat in the silence for a moment. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath until a muffled sound startled you. As you looked over to check the time, you caught a glimpse of Bam standing in his window across the way. He motioned for you to open yours.

“The hell was that?” He questioned as you lifted the window up.

With a sigh, your head fell into your hands as you propped yourself up in the windowsill, “I got pissed and threw my phone.” You explained. You hadn’t lifted your head from your hands, but you could feel Bam’s eyes lingering on you in such a vulnerable position.

“You alright?” He asked, his voice softened. You nodded your head to say ‘yes’. Bam scoffed his disbelief. You couldn’t bullshit the king of bullshit, it was foolish to think you could. “Wanna come over for a bit? Ape and Phil are out for the night.” You nodded your response again. “Door’s open, c’mon.”

You watched as he shut the window and disappeared from your view. You had finally pulled yourself off the floor and stopped to look over your reflection. When you looked in the mirror, you saw black stains from that so-called waterproof mascara strewn down your cheeks and quickly used your sleeve to wipe them away before heading downstairs and next door.

When you made your way over, Bam stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands in his pockets to shield them from the brisk January air. “Hurry up, it’s cold as shit.” He muttered before you followed him into the house. You kicked off your shoes at the door and followed him to his bedroom.

It had been years since you’d been in his room. The view from your window only offered a glimpse of what it was now. Posters littered the walls. Though much has changed since you’d last been there, you still felt a sense of comfort and security as you sat on his bed. His sheets didn’t have that fresh linen smell. Rather, they smelled vaguely of tobacco and bonfire smoke; it was reminiscent of the time you’d spent together in your early teenage years. The bed shifted as Bam sat down next to you and leaned back against the wall, effectively interrupting your nostalgic thoughts brought on by the scent of his bed.

“You wanna tell me what all that was over there?” Bam looked over, kicking your foot playfully with his.

“Fuckin’ Shane, dude.” You sighed. “Every fuckin’ time I start feeling like I can trust a guy, they go and fuck me over or fuck another girl. I’m just so sick of it.”

There was a brief silence. “What do you mean every time?” He asked.

“I don’t know, man. It feels like whenever I start feeling secure in a relationship, the universe gives me this giant reason as to why I shouldn’t.” You said, tears threatened to spill. “Every fucking time.” You repeated under your breath, letting your head roll back.

“Fuck, man. I’m sorry.” Bam sighed sympathetically as he stood up and walked over to the stereo system on his dresser. Stacks and stacks of plastic CD cases sat scattered around it. He picked up an album and placed it in the tray. The music started and Bam turned the volume dial down, just enough to hear it in the background before making his way back to his bed.

“I just don’t get it. What’s the point of dating if I’m just gonna end up heartbroken again. I just wanna give up.” You huffed. The tears that threatened to spill earlier had finally crossed the threshold as you stared blankly into the distance.

“Ah, shit. Come here.” Bam extended his arm out to pull you closer to him when he noticed your tears. It felt like it’d been ages since you hugged him, yet he still felt safe to you. He held you tightly in scarred and bruised arms as your breathing began to even out. With your face comfortably nuzzled into his chest, you could smell the cheap cologne that lingered on his shirt. It was the same one he always wore in middle school.

While you were reminiscing about simpler times, Bam was doing some reminiscing of his own. The feeling of having you this close to him kicked up all the emotions that ultimately caused your drift away from each other in your freshman year of high school. His heart was beating rapidly as he held you, crossing his fingers that you didn’t notice the sudden increase.

The two of you now laid entangled in his disheveled bed as Razorblade Romance by HIM played in the background. Bam would occasionally hum the melody, you felt the vibrations rumble in his chest. The song “One Last Time” came on and the lyrics had struck a chord with Bam. The sight of you laid upon his chest with tear stained cheeks evoked a strange feeling of anger and a hint of protectiveness. The anger was a product of years of silent pining. He was infuriated with every single one of your failed romantic partners for treating you poorly enough to push you to the point of giving up on love.

Despite his too-tough attitude, Bam was always a softhearted romantic. He had so much love to give. So much love he wanted to give to you, but you sought love in the wrong places; the wrong people. As you had draped an arm across his abdomen and nuzzled closer into his chest for comfort, he hoped that you would finally see that the love you had been seeking was only a few meters across the way this whole time.

You lifted your head off of his chest for a moment and looked up at him. “Thanks, Bammy. I missed you.” You confessed honestly, the nickname coming out so naturally as if you’ve said it daily. He glanced down at you, lips beginning to curve into the familiar smile. Bam’s heart leapt in his chest at the sound of his nickname. You were so close, just mere inches away from each other’s faces.

“At least you could try for this one last time, it could be alright.”

The lyrics to One Last Time lingered in the air as Bam’s impulsive nature got the best of him. He began to lean in to close the gap between you, hoping this move would be well received. You didn’t stop him, despite having just experienced yet another heartbreak. Instead, you accepted his advance, leaning to meet him halfway until your lips had finally connected.

Years of tension and yearning had finally come to a head, Bam couldn’t have been more elated than he was when he felt the plushness of your lips on his own rough and chapped ones. The moment he had spent years dreaming of, it was better than he ever could’ve imagined.

You, on the other hand, found yourself perplexed, yet unable to stop him or pull away. You had wondered if it was too soon to jump into anything after quite literally having just gotten cheated on; if you were making the right decision by reaching this new level with your childhood best friend. Nevertheless, you ultimately found yourself melting into the softness of the kiss. It was as if you had seen the light in a moment of clarity; years of buried emotions all rose to the surface.

He pulled away for a moment and rested his forehead against yours. Calloused hands held your face as if you were the most delicate, prized artifact to ever exist. Moments like these didn’t need words to be spoken. The alluring shade of blue of his eyes said everything you needed to know. A stray tear cascaded down your cheek, he was quick to catch it with his thumb and gently wipe it away.

Bam pressed his lips against your forehead before allowing you space to nuzzle back into his chest, wrapping a protective arm around you as you settled in. The gentle beating of his heart eventually lulled you to sleep; you hadn’t been this comfortable in years.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to see where this could go with him.

before you guys started dating he would DEFINITELY do the gnarliest stunts on set then immediately turn around and be like “where’s y/n? did they see that??”

if you did see and were (understandably) concerned, he liked to use this as an excuse to flirt with you

“wanna kiss it better, doll?”

DOLL!!!! sweetheart, darlin, ect

calls you pet names so often that it’s a rarity when he calls you by your first name. it only happens during an argument or if he’s feeling super sappy.

“god y/n, what did i do to deserve you?”

speaking of arguments he is so annoying. he makes it so hard to be mad at him because he simply refuses to get angry with you. he NEVER raises his voice toward you, and for the most part is pretty level headed.

“i just- are you even fucking listening to me johnny?”

“hm? your eyes look so pretty in this light pumpkin.”

“i…shut the fuck up.”

an early bird (when he isn’t hungover), watches you sleep with a little smile until you open your eyes. then he closes his and starts fake snoring as if he was asleep the entire time

when you and the guys travel for the show/movies, he lies to the hotels and says you’re his wife and he thinks it’s the greatest thing ever

“mr and mrs. knoxville?”

“that’s us!” just giggling the entire time

not really the jealous type? trusts you 100% always (after all i’m guessing you’re friends with the whole crew so you’re around other guys most of the time)

HOWEVER. he is protective. doesn’t like to leave you alone anywhere if he can help it, especially at parties. has gotten in a bar fight because a guy got too close to you

his singing voice isn’t the best by far but when he gets drunk sometimes he’ll perform love songs via karaoke for you (you know they’re for you because before he starts he says “this ones for y/n!”)

also sings in the shower. on said mornings when he’s up earlier than you, you don’t even need an alarm. you wake up to the sound of water running and pj’s horrible rendition of “ain’t no mountain high enough”

cigarette kisses oh my god.

if you’re sharing a cig instead of taking it from you, he’ll gently grab your hand and bring it up to his lips and take a drag, eye contact the entire time OHGOODHEAVENS

A FANTASTIC KISSER .

slow makeout sessions that can last forever. sometimes he’ll pull away with one of his hands on your face and rub your cheek with his thumb <3

omg then he’ll move his hand slowly to the back your neck and pull you back in WOW

really wide collection of graphic tees and enjoys when you go shopping in his closet (really likes when you wear his stuff in public)

you guys have a “signal” at parties that means it’s time to go home. it’s usually a raise of eyebrows or he’ll tilt his head toward the door

it’s funny because people think you’re going home to fuck but in reality you guys usually just lay in bed and giggle until like 3 am (not saying there aren’t nights where you do leave to go fuck because…)

tries to be subtle when he’s horny in public but it usually comes across pretty obvious. eyes you up and down, licks his lips. definitely whispers shit in your ear to see if he can make you blush, sly bastard

IMPATIENT ASF LIKE DAMN CAN YOU WAIT TIL WE GET HOME ???

“i thought you didn’t wanna leave yet?”

“there’s a bathroom.”

usually a dom but we’ll get into all that another time 😏

not the best memory but he tries, so he has a little notepad in his bedside table and written in it are things he’s seen you look at in stores and such. along with your favorite flowers and places to eat :(

hand on your thigh when he drives 100%

hands on you all the time tbh he loves to touch you. if you work on set, sometimes he’ll just run up to you, kiss you and leave to go back to what he was doing. idk man he’s just obsessed with you

let’s you sit on his lap and trim his facial hair up <3 has gotten a little too cheeky and caused you to cut him though

“ow! oh shit am i bleedin’?”

“stop distracting me idiot.”

carries a picture of you in his wallet (it’s probably a candid of you eating or something. he knows you’d kill him if you saw it)

he is the sweetest i cannot stress it enough . golden retriever bf to the max <3

As I'm lying on my soft bed, I hear the door to the bedroom Ryan, and I share open and close quietly. I shift my head slightly to see Ryan quickly taking off his grimy shirt from a day of filming, revealing his toned stomach and broad shoulders. I sigh in delight just to see him back home safe after the chaotic day I'm sure he's had.

He slowly strides over to the foot of the bed, climbing on the mattress and up to the headboard where I'm laying covered in blankets. He gently wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head right underneath my chin.

I soon notice the new bruises that have appeared on his arms, and decide to ask, "Rough day?"

"You could say that," Ryan sassily remarks, chuckling. "But I am just so fucking happy to be here with you right now. I love those guys, but goddamn... sometimes I just need to have a little peace." I can practically feel the grin spreading across his face.

I give him a heartfelt kiss on his forehead. "I get it," I reply as he nuzzles his head into my shoulder. "Do you want food or anything?"

He quickly removes his head from my chest and stares me straight in the eyes and swipes a piece of hair out of my face. "You look beautiful right now."

I roll my eyes playfully, but he doesn't move a muscle. "Oh, please," I dismiss. "I'm a mess. I'm in clothes I've been wearing for the past three days, and I haven't washed my hair in at least two days. You're such a little liar."

He hesitantly grabs my right cheek with his hand he now pulled free from our hug and urges me to look at him. "You have never looked like a mess. In fact, you are so stunning every day, and I always wonder how a gorgeous babe like you would even talk to a fucked-up stuntman like me."

I chuckle slightly, but his gaze never falters. "You can't really think that little of yourself. Please, Ryan... believe me when I say that you are the best thing that ever happened to me."

He finally smiles. In fact, it's one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen him give me. "And you are the best thing to ever happen to me. I think... I love you."

Before my relationship with Ryan, if someone told me they loved me, I would've ran away as far as I could from them. But for some reason, hearing him say those words just feels right.

"And I know I love you," I declare, grabbing his cheeks and pulling into one of the most passionate kisses we've ever shared. "What do you say we go to bed, Ry?"

"Alright," he drones, "But if you steal the blankets, I'm gonna put my cold feet on you."

I playfully shove him in the shoulder, but he stands up and gets under the covers to be comfortable. Thankfully, he gets back into the same position we were cuddling in before. "Goodnight, my love," I say, turning off the lamp on the bedside table.

"Goodnight, hottie," he laughs, giving me one more kiss before getting comfortable in my arms once again.

FIN