#the loop

You are the new medic that was hired to assist on a relatively new MTV show, Jackass. You have seen a couple of clips here and there when there were reruns on the TV, but you have never sat down and watched an episode. Needless to say, the parts you have seen were incredibly... artistic, and thus, made you a little nervous to start as a medic as you saw how often the cast on the show got hurt.

Speaking of, you had finally received a text message from Jeff Tremaine, the director of Jackass. You rub the sleep out of your eyes since the text has woken you up, and you read the very few words of the message. It lists coordinates and a short phrase, "12 p.m. Be there." You furrow your brows in confusion as you had slightly expected there to be more formal instructions. However, you shrug this off as you get ready for the day and possibly to treat some very injured men.

You eventually decide to wear a simple band t-shirt and baggy jeans with black sneakers. You explicitly remember Jeff mentioning before how showing up in a professional uniform was unnecessary and you hope he remembered this as you left the house in your casual clothes.

You pull up to the coordinates Jeff mentions in his text and are puzzled to find you were led to a lake. Not only this but there is a massive structure on the lakeside that is hard to identify, with close to a dozen cast and crew setting up for what you can only assume is the stunt you were supposed to supervise. You rapidly pull into a parking space relatively close to the pathway down to the lakeside, and step out of your 1996 Honda Accord.

As you emerge from your car and walk to the trunk to retrieve your medical supplies, you begin to smell the wet soil and mild musty aroma surrounding the lake. You feel the humid, sticky air attack your senses, which causes breathing to be more difficult than usual. The sky is clear of clouds and you can hear the wing flapping of various birds endemic to California. You grab your things, close your trunk accompanied with the squeaks of rusty car door hinges, and walk closer to the lakeside only to see Jeff walking up to you with open arms.

"[Y/N]!" You hear him shout, his loose shirt and basketball shorts flapping in the wind. You give the man a small, nervous smile and shake his hand when he finally reaches you. "I'm so glad you made it, we have an amazing stunt today," Jeff remarks, guiding you to where they had set up the cameras to film the stunt.

Getting closer to the wooden structure you had observed from your car, you only now realize it is a gigantic wooden loop with a lip extending out into the lake. You begin to piece together what the men were planning on doing and are glad they asked you to be here as there's a good chance a handful of them would need medical attention.

Jeff explaining to you what their plan is going into this stunt slowly fades into background noise as you set up your makeshift medical station. You brought along a few medical kits as you weren't sure how many supplies you were actually going to use. Along with this, you brought disinfectant spray and general pain pills in case the cast was stubborn enough to complete the stunt with a serious injury.

You soon finish setting this station up, nodding in response to Jeff's words that you weren't listening to, and are soon approached by another man. He's about the same height as Jeff, maybe a bit taller. He's wearing a green graphic t-shirt with dark grey dress pants and Converse and walks up to you with a hand held out to you and a big smile plastered on his face. You return the man's smile and straighten your posture from leaning over a small table. You envelop your hand in his bigger one, feeling callouses from a life of hard work or a short time doing stunts.

"Hi, I'm Johnny Knoxville," he says, his grin widening as he notices your apprehension.

"I'm [Y/N] [L/N], the medic for today," you respond, subtly looking him up and down.

"Something tells me you're gonna be saving our asses today," Johnny jokes, his slight southern accent coming out the more he talks to you. You chuckle in response and peel your hand from his grip, missing the warmth already. You notice a subtle aroma of sandalwood and mint coming from the relatively clean man standing in front of you. You guess they haven't tested the loop yet if he isn't drenched already.

"I'll try my best, but I don't work miracles," you slightly joke, noticing the grin on Johnny's face grow more.

"Well, here, let me introduce you to the guys." Johnny takes your hand once more and begins guiding you somewhere. You quickly realize that this man is very touchy, but given how pretty he is and how nice he seems to be, you can't complain. You're led away from Jeff over to a group of four men. You notice that these men, while they all have similar characteristics such as how they stand and interact with one another, their styles are quite unique. The man on the far left has slightly longer, dark brown hair with piercing blue eyes you could easily get lost in. As the man is shirtless, you notice the tattoo just below his navel and try not to look too long. The man just to the left of him has curly blonde hair, about the same length as his friend. He has what looks like aviators on and baggy black cargo shorts with a dark grey t-shirt. Next, the man to his left has short brown hair and sports a pair of bunny ears with a bikini top made of flowers. You smile to yourself as you notice how silly he looks, but his silliness has a certain charm to it that you can't place. Lastly, the man next to him has a shaved head with many hastily-done tattoos, and you can hear his raspy laugh already from where you are. You mentally prepare yourself to meet these new people, since you haven't had a lot of opportunities to meet new people as of late, especially good-looking men which they all happened to be.

Johnny leads you to all the men, squeezing your hand reassuringly as he seems to sense your anxiety. "Guys, behave," he jokes, and you instantly notice the guys begin to mock him. "We have a guest today. Well, actually, she's our new medic. This is [Y/N]."

Instantly, the men's gazes shift from their friend to you. You feel as though their eyes are burning holes through you before their faces light up with excitement.

"Oh shit!" The raspy-voiced one shouts, "She's gonna get eaten alive out here!"

You scoff playfully and a grin creeps onto Johnny's face as your response. "I promise I can handle myself, you don't have to worry about me."

The man with bunny ears smacks his friend on the chest. "Yeah, man! Don't underestimate her like that, it's rude." He finished with a silly laugh at the end to hint he wasn't being serious.

Before any more conversation can continue, you hear a man shout your name from behind you. You turn around to see a relatively tall, full-figured man with red hair beckoning for you. "Come on, they have to start their stunts!" He shouts and, not wanting to get into any trouble on your first day, you give a quick goodbye to the group of men before rushing off to your makeshift medical station.

You're especially surprised to see, once everyone gets all set up, that Matt Hoffman and Tony Hawk are on set. Whoever these Jackass guys were, apparently they were famous enough to hang out with pro athletes.

It doesn't take long for some nasty falls to happen and you cringe every time someone hits the mat. Luckily, the men trying the loop were relatively smart enough to wear helmets, and that took a little stress off of you. However, just as you are finally contemplating why you were needed, the man whose name you had learned from everybody shouting was Bam, wiped out hard.

You run over as fast as you can with a medical kit in hand to the groaning kid on the big mat situated at the bottom of the loop. You push everyone you need to out of your way, shouting, "Medic, move!" You find the boy lying on his back, his helmet still secure on his head and holding his arm.

"It's okay, just relax," you try and soothe him, plopping on the mat on his left side and opening the medical kit to find some gauze. Bam scraped up the arm he was holding pretty bad, but it didn't seem to be broken from your once-over. You reach out for Bam's injured hand and he yanks it away.

"Stop, it fuckin' hurts!" Bam says in a bratty tone.

You have to try with all of your might not to roll your eyes at the man. "I'm aware it hurts, but I can't help you if you don't let me examine you," you say, beckoning for the brunette boy to give you his arm. In the background, you hear that familiar rasp of a man you now know as Steve-O, "You hear that, Chris? She has to examine him."

You huff out a laugh at Steve-O's words, finally realizing you are surrounded by a bunch of manchildren. But, at least they were fun to be around. You end up not having to secure Bam's wrist or elbow as they miraculously didn't break or sprain. You simply patch up his cuts and scrapes and, surprisingly, Bam gives a simple, "Thank you."

You give the man a small smile and say, "You're welcome. I would say don't do anything stupid, but I don't think you would listen to me."

"What gives you that idea?" Bam chuckles, standing up and picking up his skateboard that was lying on the dirt next to him off to the side of the mat. "Don't go too far, I might need you again."

Your eyes drift away from Bam for a second, a smile growing on your face at his words. "I'm not going anywhere," You declare before turning around and getting out of the camera shot as once again the stunt resumes.

You're approached by the man who was standing next to Bam before - you think his name is Ryan? You smile at him kindly as he gets closer, wringing his hands nervously. Your eyes drift down to his hands and you notice his fidgeting. "You alright?"

"Hm? Oh, no, fine," the blonde man says, throwing his hands to his sides and pretending he hadn't been doing anything. "Your name is [Y/N], right?"

You hear another wipeout from Bam in front of you before continuing the conversation. "Yeah, that's me. Is there something I can help you with, Ryan?"

"Oh, no, not really," Ryan says, clearly lying and trying to hide something. "I just wanted to say that you coming to Bam's rescue on his haggard fall was gnarly as hell."

You giggle at Ryan's attempt at a compliment and look down, feeling a blush claw its way up your neck. "Thanks, but it's my job. I'd be a pretty poor medic if I didn't," I joke.

Ryan laughs, a twinge of nerves still in his tone. And with that, he walks off toward the other cast and crew.

Your mind spirals as to what that conversation was supposed to mean before you finally get focused back on the stunts being performed.

There were some more vicious falls, from Bam and the athletes alike, before filming was eventually halted for the day. You can't say you were too upset as you were finally going to be able to be out of the heat and humidity, but you would miss the company of the Jackass cast and crew as you had gotten to know them a little in the seven hours you were on set.

As you clean up your medical station, you see Johnny and Bam headed your way with grins on their faces. You don't have time to prepare yourself for what they're about to say before Bam bounds over to you. "Hey, do you drink?" He asks, crossing his arms and looming over you.

You look up to Bam standing over you and Johnny a little farther away with crossed arms. "Depends. What do you want?" You joke with a smirk, standing up straight so you're face to face with Bam.

A smile crawls its way up Bam's face as you see him thinking about something. "Do you wanna come partying with us tonight? It's nothing fuckin' boring, I promise, it'll just be the Jackass cast, Tremaine, Kosick, and hopefully you,"

Your brows furrow slightly at his words, wondering what prank Bam could be trying to play on you. While you haven't hung out with them long, you've seen enough reruns of the show to know pranks are a big thing with this group. "What's the catch?" You question suspiciously. As Bam's smile fades at your words, Johnny walks closer and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"I promise, there's no catch," the older man says. "We just want to welcome you to the group. But, you are more than welcome to say no."