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need anything? // ryan dunn x reader

this fic was requested by the lovely and gorgeous @dancingfireflies-blog <33 please go give them some love!

summary: reader takes care of ryan after he gets his wisdom teeth out

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff

word count: ~850

You are in the waiting room of an oral surgeon, waiting for your boyfriend, Ryan, to be brought out to you from his wisdom tooth surgery. Ryan has been dreading getting his wisdom teeth out for years and has since waited until his early 20s to get the surgery done.

"But it's fuckin' scary! What if the anesthesia doesn't work or something?" He would say, getting into his head too much.

"I'm sure it'll be just fine, Ry," you would always reply with a kiss on his head.

"Okay," he would grumble. "But if something goes wrong, I'm blaming you."

After some persuasion, you finally convinced Ryan to get his wisdom teeth out, which brings you to today sitting on an uncomfortably firm chair in the waiting room of the doctor's office.

You are reading a Teen People magazine when you hear someone yell your name behind you with a slight drawl to his speech. You don't have to look up to figure out it's your partner, Ryan. You put down the magazine and glance behind you to see Ryan getting escorted out by the doctor, holding his arms outstretched to you. "Hi, baby!" He shouts to you in a friendly way while you scrunch up your nose at his use of a nickname, which wasn't really your guys' thing.

You meet him in the middle of the waiting room, Ryan instantly pulling you into a hug and burying his hair in the crook of your neck. You feel his stubble graze your collarbone and you smell a hint of hospital sanitizer on him as he holds you close. You lock eyes with the doctor awkwardly standing behind him and smile at her. "Thank you for bringing him out," you say kindly, bringing your hand up to massage the back of his head a bit before he pulls away.

"He'll be a little groggy for a while, but he should feel better throughout the next 24 hours," the doctor states matter-of-factly.

"Thank you," you say once again, giving the doctor one last small smile before guiding Ryan's groggy form to the doors of the office.

Ryan wraps an arm around your shoulders as you two walk outside, his feet dragging on the pavement.

"Okay, buddy, let's get you home," you joke, arriving at the passenger side car door and opening it. You sloppily throw Ryan in the seat as his dazes form makes it hard to do anything with him gently. Once he is securely in his seat, you shut the car door, loop around to the driver's side, and get in the car. You buckle your seatbelt and notice Ryan staring at you out of the corner of your eye. You glance over to see Ryan's head leaning against the headrest and his eyes half-lidded with a small grin on his face.

You giggle at the look on his face and ask, "What?"

Ryan's grin widens and he scrunches his nose. "You're so pretty, [Y/N]."

"Oh, God," you groan playfully. "And you're high."

"So? I know what I'm talking about. I think about it all the time when I see you, I just don't say it enough," Ryan admits with a sheepish look.

Your heart explodes a little at his confession and sincerity, and you bring up your hand to brush some of his sandy blonde curls out of his eyes. "I think you're pretty too," you say, leaning forward to give Ryan a kiss on his exposed forehead.

As you pull away, you notice Ryan's cheeks are slightly dusted pink. All of a sudden, his smitten smirk drops, and his eyes fill up with tears. Your eyes widen at this and you grab the sides of his face with both hands. "Oh my God, are you okay??" You ask concernedly.

"Yeah," Ryan says, tears threatening to fall. "I just think... I don't deserve you. You're so good to me and... I'm me." Ryan wrings his hands in his lap and tries to pull out of your grasp.

While you're aware this is the anesthesia in his system making his emotions go berserk, you are determined to not let him do that to himself. "Hey. Look at me," you say sternly, keeping a grip on Ryan's face. "You are an incredible man and an amazing boyfriend, and I am so so lucky to have you. You do not get to say that you don't deserve me because that's not fair to yourself. Okay?"

Ryan sniffs and straightens his face out to a neutral expression. He nods his head and grins at you. "Thanks," he says shyly.

You feel instantly relieved that he calms down quickly and you nod your head slowly, taking your hands off of his face. "Need anything else before we head home?"

"Wait! One more thing," Ryan says, instantly leaning towards you and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You giggle at Ryan and push him away playfully. "Get your nasty ass gauze away from me!" You screech.

"Well, now you're in for it," Ryan retaliates by giving you a huge bear hug.

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A DAY AT THE BEACH // jackass x reader

this fic was inspired by this fic written by b4mpyre-k1zz3s, please please please give them some love! i love the idea of medic!y/n interacting with the jackass guys and b4mpyre-k1zz3s did it incredibly well

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summary: as the newly hired medic for the jackass set, you had no idea what you were in for when you were invited to your first stunt.

pairings: johnny knoxville x reader, chris pontius x reader, bam margera x reader, ryan dunn x reader, steve-o x reader

warnings: swearing, dumbass stunts, afab!reader, mentions of injuries and blood

word count: ~ 2.3k

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."

At Johnny's words, your expression softens a little. Despite Bam's devious nature, it seems as though he is trying to be genuine. So, with one last defeated sigh, you say, "Sure, what the hell. Couldn't hurt."

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this is your reminder to please be safe on the internet. please.

please be cautious of your interactions online.

please dont message strangers about things that could come off the wrong way.

always be cautious with your personal information.

you never know who is on the other side of that screen. you could be messaging exactly who you think you are. or you could be interacting with someone impersonating someone else or lying about their age.

be careful about sharing pictures of yourself.

don’t tell people where you live.

don’t tell people your full name.

THE INTERNET IS DANGEROUS!!!!!!! especially today in an era of scams and catfishing and AI and people who are looking to hurt others in so many different ways.

you can be blackmailed on the internet, you can be groomed on the internet, you can be FOUND on the internet.

it’s possible to make friends on the internet and i’ve made many—it isn’t weird to have friends online!! but please stay aware of your interactions and any red flags. do not trust easily.

and young people who have been raised online!!! this generation is so used to having relationships through screens but FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME. BE. CAUTIOUS.

i don’t care if it’s tumblr, instagram, twitter/x, discord, snapchat, facebook, tinder, bumble, or ANYTHING ELSE. be. cautious.

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blurb // the vibe that each man gives off

please enjoy!

JOHNNY:

CHRIS:

STEVE-O:

BAM:

RYAN:

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drunk dunn during the end credits of cky3

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isbutterbeanokay's masterlist

JACKASS

Johnny Knoxville blurbs and fics:

how you met the jackass boys

vibes

a day at the beach

Chris Pontius blurbs and fics:

dating headcannons

in awe of you

how you met the jackass boys

vibes

a day at the beach

Steve-O blurbs and fics:

how you met the jackass boys

vibes

a day at the beach

Bam Margera blurbs and fics:

how you met the jackass boys

vibes

a day at the beach

Ryan Dunn blurbs and fics:

i used to hate this city

blankets

i hate you, but not really

good old days & pt. 2

dating headcannons

how you met the jackass boys

vibes

a day at the beach

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headcannon // how you probably met the jackass boys

summary: how you met the jackass boys (johnny, pontius, ryan, bam, steve-o)

gn!reader

JOHNNY

picture this - it's the early 2000s and you have started a job at MTV as an apprentice camera operator on a new show called "Jackass"

you're first day on set, it was like a whiplash on how the boys acted on set versus the way you live your life normally

it was crazy for you to see men in their 30s (or early 20s in bam and ryan's case) act like complete man children for days on end to film content for an MTV show

however, this is not to say you didn't have fun on set and the jackass cast wasn't fun to talk to

you were finally getting comfortable and settling into the swing of things on set about a month in when the literal star of the show greeted you on your way into the shoot location that day

instantly, you were caught off guard as you rarely had to interact with johnny for any reason other than to tell him he's out of frame or you had to take the shot again

it took you a couple of seconds to put your brain back together and form words in order to speak to johnny

you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't shared lingering glances with johnny on set, whether behind the scenes or not

however, you didn't think of it before as it never blossomed into anything more

and now that you're standing in the doorway of a hockey rink with nothing distracting you from the beautiful man in front of you, with his dark brown eyes trained on you and his gaze raking across your face, you're finding it hard to talk

once you had gotten enough courage to work up a response to johnny's "hello", he wasn't so scary to talk to

in fact, he must have liked you because he invited you to a house party he was throwing that night

needless to say, he enjoyed your company, and you greatly enjoyed his

CHRIS

i wanna say you probably met chris while he was filming wildboyz

like you were a spectator on his and steve-o's insane filming day and got dragged into it by jeff, who thought it would be good content to film an unscripted reaction to the events they were filming

you were extremely nervous as you were being briefed by jeff on what was going to happen as you had never been on tv before, let alone done anything of what the boys were doing

the stunt was probably when they held that big ass tarantula, just saying

while filming, chris was really supportive of you and helped through any nerves you experienced while dealing with the stunt

he would give you a cute smile anytime managed to calm yourself down and do something even fucking crazier than him or steve thought of, like putting the tarantula on your neck or something idk

jeff must have liked the content that you brought to the show as he asked you to come back for another stunt they were going to film next

despite initial hesitances from you, with the cheering and support from chris holding your hand and persuading you with those chocolate eyes, you agreed to it

and that is how you became a regular appearance on wildboyz and got to know chris better

STEVE-O

you most definitely met him at a house party you guys were invited to, but ya'll didn't know each other

like you were a friend of a friend and got invited to this MASSIVE party in hollywood hills

immediately once you arrived, you could hear shouts, cheers, and groans coming from a room further in the house

it didn't take you long to figure out where the commotion was coming from as you stepped into the kitchen and there was a man fucking swinging from the chandelier

as your initial shock wore off, the man dropped down almost on top of you and had to steady himself on your shoulders to make sure he didn't fall over

"sorry, dude. i hope i didn't hurt you" would for sure be the first words he said to you

i think he would be captivated by your nonchalant energy when reacting to his antics and would want to hang around you for vibes sake

ya'll definitely had deep ass conversations on like the patio or something while there's a mosh pit behind you

all in all, steve really enjoyed talking to you as you shared a lot of similar experiences together and could bond over you interests

you may or may not leave alone at the end of the night, at the very least with steve's number

BAM

you were absolutely without a shadow of a doubt someone that bam and brandon were pranking for the filming of CKY

probably like bam went up to you at a fair and asked to have a taste of the ice cream cone in your hand or something

but when you match bam's energy??

girl

he'll fold

like he'll immediately try to do anything he can to impress you, probably doing skating tricks on his board while making sure you see him

your attention the first time you meet him is the only thing he'll strive for, like that is the only thing he cares about

after he follows you around for a good minute, working up the courage to ask to hang out sometime, he finally does

from then on, you two hung out CONSTANTLY - making jokes and playfully fighting each other

you were practically attached at the hip and you became a regular appearance in the consequent CKY movies

RYAN

i get the feeling that ya'll met in high school

like he was the chill kid in the back of the class that always did crazy shit and you were the kid right in front of him that had to deal with that

the only reason you two started talking was probably started by you telling him to shut up at one point

but once you two got paired on a project together by sheer luck, you soon found out that ryan wasn't as bad as you thought

in fact, you actually seemed to really enjoy his company

after ya'll got the project finished probably with a D if we're being so honest ryan kept talking to you and ended up inviting you out with his friends bam and brandon one night

accepting this invitation changed the course of your life and you could not be happier about it

now you're on the cover of Big Brother magazines and hanging out with all the boys of jackass

however, even if you did not have the fame and fortune, being with ryan would be more than enough

hey ya'll! thank you so so much for reading this post! if ya'll want full-fledged fics of these headcannons, i'd be more than happy to write them!

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hey ya'll! imma be completely honest and say i forgot this account existed for awhile lol but i've been wanting to write more, and what better to write about than our favorite, foolish jackass boys! (all love, no hate whatsoever)

i'm hoping to post more consistently than before, so hopefully it'll be at least once a week

i appreciate all of you guys who have read or interacted with my posts, and i'm hoping ya'll appreciate my new stuff! <333

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My jackass girl headcanons

• Seriously the coolest person you will ever meet

• A real girl’s girl, and honestly prefers hanging out with women.

•“Do you see yourself as ‘one of the guys’, (name)?”

• “Ew. No.”

• Wouldn’t be dating any of the guys (That’s not to say that none of them have a crush on her) but probably has kissed most of them at some point for a dare or something , and has definitely seen all of their dicks and reminds them if they’re small during arguments

• If she’s dating anybody from that group, it would be someone on the outskirts, e.g Jess, Deron, CiG, Dico, Raab, VV, Mat Hoffman, Tony Hawk,, ...etc

• And if she’s into girls I can see her dating one of the guy’s sisters, which she will absolutely fucking rub in their face every chance she gets.

• Is probably in a Tampax ad that’s like “I can trust my tampons, even through the most extreme activities” *Rides a bike off of a fucking building*

• Definitely a sex symbol

•Tried to post a makeup tutorial on YouTube and the guys all fucking kept walking in and interrupting

• Does things like cook for the guys/ wash bedsheets/ sew holes in clothes in exchange for immunity from pranks for a couple of days. (Bam has never availed of this)

• “I wouldn’t promise that girl immunity from the COMMON COLD, even for a billion dollars”- Bam

• Was part of WildBoyz

• Because she’s an Animal lover

• “I know he’s pretty, (name), but you can’t cuddle with tigers.” - Tremaine

• T-SHIRTS WITH DUMB SHIT ON THEM.

• “They treat her like a baby sister 🥺” WRONG she gets the same treatment as everybody else, possibly even worse

• She lost her luggage once and had to wear different items of all the guy’s clothing for a week, far too large on her, saved by the grace of one of Bam’s belts.

•“Have we been sponsored by JNCOs or somethin’?”- Dunn

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Sodapop Curtis the type of guy to fake sleep in the car so the homies will carry him inside and tuck him in

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Rousham House, Oxfordshire, England by Lindsey Renton