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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 2 months

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Hiii! I was wondering if you could write a angst/fluff fic on Bam, where the reader is a female dirt bike rider, and they absolutely hate each other but they have to work together bc they're both in Jackass, and the reader ends up getting severely hurt doing a stunt on the dirt bike? maybe this is based in 2002ish. I luvv ur work btw <333

Crash and Burn

Bam write Y/N off immediately, and her teasing doesn’t help her case, especially after she gets a leg up on him, but Ryan makes a bet that helps him see things in another light.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader, Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, angst)

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Warnings: Highly suggestive content, Madonna-Whore complex, misogyny, injury, blood, hospitals, broken bones, alcohol, flirting, enemies to lovers

An: Thank you so much for the request! Yet again, me returning to the whole Madonna-Whore complex thing XD I love writing for bolder Y/Ns, and this lady definitely fits the bill! I got to doma lot of research on motocross for this fic, and I always enjoy the more research intensive focus, so no matter how niche, please feel free to send any requests my way!

After Bam got word they would be flying out this female motocross rider alongside Tony Hawk and Matt Hoffman to film the loop, he kind of wrote you off without a second thought. Just went back to helping the guys set up. So when you pulled up on set that morning and took off your helmet, he was a little confused at how…normal you looked. In fact, you were pretty damn hot. Holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, Bam peered around a ramp to squint at you watching like some weirdo as you, Matt, and Tony chatted it up with Knoxville by the lake you were set to jump into. “The hell’s she doin’ here?”

Ryan, who was helping carry a large piece of plywood from the bed of Chris’ truck, leaned the board against a half built structure before glancing over towards you, “You mean Y/N?” Blinking in disbelief at that, Bam’s jaw practically hit the ground, “Wait, that’s Y/N?” He had this idea of you before you even stepped foot on set. You know the type: the tattoos, a couple holes in your face, or some kind of edgy hair color- in his eyes, as masculine as a girl could get without growing a beard. I mean, there were attractive women in the skateboarding world, but Bam wouldn’t look at them the same way he looked at hot chicks at the bar or something. Whatever. Who did you think you were anyways, walking around like you were hot shit? Probably only there because MTV was desperate for them to get more sex appeal on the show. It’s not like you would be doing anything crazy.

How wrong Bam was. Your stunt was first, and after they got you suited up in all the compulsory safety garb as dictated by standards and practices, you actually landed the thing in two tries- two fucking tries! After that first attempt, Bam didn’t think you were even getting up after he saw that spill you took off your bike, the way you hit the ground like a ragdoll. The air swam with that silent worry while everyone was kind of scared to say anything, (and you know it’s bad when that group of guys shut up) but before Jeff could punch in that last digit of 9-1-1 into his phone, there you went, stumbling up with a smile to excitedly shout over to Rick, “Can we try that one again?”

After you trugged out of the lake to much applause after your second and last attempt, Tony and Matt went off to film their segments, and while you always like watching the big air that bikes can get, you had something else on your mind. You walked over to where Bam was sitting off to the side and strapping on a pair of wrist braces. Glancing down at where he sat on the grass, you toweled off your hair. “What’re you gonna do?” Your shadow blocked out the sun as you looked over Bam, who shot a scowl up at you, “Huh?” A fat drop of water dripped off of your clothes and hit him right between the eyes, making him flinch. You didn’t seem to care, “BMX, dirt bikes- what’s your deal?” Bam stood up to meet your gaze, which he literally could, given the fact you were pretty similar in height, “I skate.”

You already knew who he was and what he was gonna do- I mean, in 2002, who didn’t know who Bam Margera was? And that’s exactly why you wanted to fuck with him. “Wait- seriously?” There was this glimmer of disbelief in your eyes at his simple answer before your knees buckled a little. “Holy shit!” And you started laughing. “That is just…god, that’s adorable…” It's not like you could help yourself- he sounded so proud of himself and that little boy sport of his. If Bam didn’t hate you before, he certainly did now. And while he could bring up the fact that you seemed totally cool with the fact that Tony skateboarded to try and call you out on your bullshit, he had a better idea.

He couldn’t do it. Five attempts, and Bam still couldn’t make it all the way around the loop. Maybe it was something wrong with his stance or the way he held his legs- he would’ve tried it until the sun went down if it meant he could spite you, but Jeff cut him off after that last try where he missed the pad completely and fell about ten feet to the patchy grass to land directly on his head- something about liabilities and the blood that was now dripping from his forehead. And guess who was the first person he saw when he groggily blinked his eyes open to someone knocking on that dumbass helmet they forced him to wear. “How’d that go for you?” See, he wanted to sound all confident and badass telling you off, but it came out a lot more pathetic than he intended as he mumbled out, “Fuck off…”

“Aww, don’t be mean…this is one hell of a first impression from you. Keep this up and the only thing you’ll be sleepin’ with tonight’s that dinky little board’s yours.” Yeah, you think you’re soooo fucking funny, huh? He got plenty of ass, thank you very much- enough to not feel the need to suck up to you just because you were a chick. “Listen, Y/N- whatever the hell your name is,” Bam tried to gather his bearings as he staggered to his feet, “I couldn't give a fuck if you were Ricky Carmichael’s secret love child-“ He got all up in your face as he continued like some kid getting into a fight on the playground while also trying to sound totally nonchalant, “I don’t need some amature dirt bike chick like you gettin’ all on my ass about my shit! Just- leave me the fuck alone.” The crew gathered around to get a front row seat to the action, but nobody was backing Bam up. Not even Ryan, who always had his ass even when he was blatantly wrong. In fact, when he looked back at him for some sort of escape here, he could’ve sworn his best bro was making cartoon heart eyes at you behind those sunglasses. Holy shit. How could this get any fucking worse?

Well, there’s something in seeing a very angry, fully grown man in protective gear that doesn’t quite fit him right that you found hilarious. There was this holding back a laugh sparkle in your eye that told Bam exactly how seriously you took his anger, “Alright, tough guy. Don’t get your knee pads in a wad...” His jaw clenched as you reached out to pat him on the shoulder condescendingly, delivering one final blow to Bam’s fragile little ego, “Maybe you should stick to something you’re good at, like pushing your buddies around in shopping carts or throwing yourself into bushes?”

Cocky MTV millionaire skater boy, walking around like he’s the best thing on wheels with those shitty tattoos and that dumbass facial hair and those big eyes that almost made him look like a baby deer. Yeah, like Bambi- you’d have to use that one later. But there was something to his blind overconfidence that you found, for lack of a better word, sexy.

Thank god for the fact they went to the bar that night: a chance to get away from the host of shit that happened that day- or at least, it would be if Ryan was able to keep Y/N’s name out of his mouth. The fact that he was so smitten with you was starting to make Bam believe that his best friend was either completely blind or some kind of masochist. “She is such a fucking cunt- what god’s name do you see in her?” Thank god the bar was loud enough that their conversation couldn’t be heard over the chatter and the other guys’ bad behavior. Ryan just shook his head at his obliviousness, “You’ve got no idea what’s going on, do you?” Bam, who couldn’t usually see beyond his own nose, still had no clue what he was saying- this chick was a bitch who hated him for no reason, end of story.

Taking a swig of his beer, Ryan had this demeanor about him like he was imparting ancient wisdom onto him, “Let’s ignore the fact that she’s ridiculously hot, because all motocross chicks are hot-“ Bam cut him off, “The hell you mean?” Dunn sighed before he began to explain, “Have you ever watched a woman ride a dirt bike? It's the goddamn hips, man. I can’t explain it- point is, she was flirting with you all day- frankly, I’m jealous!” He made it sound like basic logic because, to everyone except Bam, it kind of was. In the other corner of the room, Steve-O just broke a cue stick over his thigh and was using it’s splintered remains to threaten a guy who he swore cheated him out of a hundred bucks, but the entire bar might as well have been dead silent as Bam tried to process all of this. He could only scoff at his best friend’s words- clearly, he was under the influence of this she-devil. “No way...” He was used to chicks throwing themselves at him left and right, so he took any signs of boldness from a woman as a threat to him and his masculinity.

“I’m serious! Some women just work like that…You know what?“ Ryan loudly put his pint glass down on the sticky bar top and turned to him, “I’m willing to bet money- actual money on this.” Bam was a little surprised at his eagerness, but more than that he wanted to prove him wrong. “You know what? Sure. If this chick flirts with me tomorrow- by your definition- I owe you fifty bucks.” “Deal.”

Luckily for Bam the next day, most of the other guys were too distracted filming that slip & slide stunt on the repurposed plywood loop that got configured into some sort of hellish ski jump to notice what was going on between him and you. As they went through filming their bits, you had a lot of time to yourselves to fuck around. Bam would’ve completely ignored you that next day filming after all that bullshit yesterday, but Ryan’s little bet seemed to motivate him to be more of an obnoxious ass (which, mind you, he was really good at). You were idly chatting with Dunn about which of the guys you thought was going to eat the most shit with this piece, when Bam suddenly jutted into your conversation, “Y’know, I don’t get what the big deal is with the whole dirt bike thing-“ Plopping down next to where his buddy was sitting on one of the various plywoods structures that littered the shoreline of Camp Payne, that slight defensive tone seemed to slip through, “I mean, skatin’s way harder- you don’t have some thing between your legs doin’ all the work for you...”

Ryan actually choked on his beer, but honest to god, there was no euphemism behind Bam’s words. You would’ve thought he just got slapped by the speed the visible realization hit his face after those words left his mouth. Idiot. He tried to play off the fact he just said that to a chick by pretending it was totally intentional, but his laughter was tinged with nerves. But you didn’t feel threatened or try to defend yourself- in fact, his whole “open mouth, insert foot” slip up gave you an idea. Coyly cocking your head to one side, you took a few slow steps toward Bam who was starting to turn this really cute shade of pink. “Really?” Everyone was in their lake gear for the stunt, so the fact that you were half naked didn’t help the tension as you leaned in close- a breath shy of touching him- to whisper right into Bam’s ear slowly, drawing your words out, “Well, i think your problem is that you don’t understand that feeling of riding something so powerful…” Teasingly, your hands slid down the length of your thighs, “The cold, hard steel between your thighs, the-”

Your little tease was cut off by Ryan toppling backwards off of whatever he was sitting on, because even though your words were this soft, drawn out coo only intended for the ears of the embarrassed, flustered mess in front of You, you were apparently barely loud enough for him to overhear. Not that you cared. You were more preoccupied with the wide eyed, borderline slack jawed expression plastered on Bam’s face. Satasified, you spun around on your heel, slapped your ass, and walked away, leaving the two men alone in the silence. “Holy shit…” Well, that is until Ryan eventually spoke up, ”Dude, you owe me fifty bucks.” Still trying to process what the hell just happened, the only response Bam could conjure up was a nod, “Yeah. I guess I do.” “So pay up.” Turning to Ryan, Bam slapped his outstretched hand away, “I ain’t got no pockets! I’ll get’ya later...”

From that day on, the teasing between you and Bam started getting less mean and more playful. MTV wanted more seasons, then a movie, and as such you’d be seeing Bam a whole lot more. Although he got on your nerves half the time (yet again, anyone who spent more than a minute around him would say the same), a part of you found the way he could be such a little bitch really endearing, not to mention that it was equally as fun to piss him off as it was to fluster him, neither of which took much effort. Sure, to the rest of the world, Bam was this insane badass with no regards for his own safety, but all it took for you to make him melt was you wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and squishing your boobs up against his back. While totally innocuous to you, that one encounter by the lake completely changed his mind when it came to that hot motocross chick. What simple creatures men are…

You couldn’t remember for the life of you what magazine wanted that photo shoot they flew you in for while they were promoting the second movie, because you were more excited at the prospect of messing with your favorite boy toy. “I’m still surprised you got that Right Guard commercial, seeing as you care so much about bathing and staying clean…” Standing behind in the cover of a trailer, you stripped down to your underwear to change into the tight, black riding gear they had for you, not even bothered by the way Bam was shamelessly watching you from where he leaned against the trailer wall. “Yeah- An’ i'm wondering whose bright idea it was to dress you in that…” Turning to press your hands against Bam’s shoulders, you put on a mock pout, “Aww, c’mon Bambi! I thought you’d like a woman in leather…” The little back and forth the two of you had wasn’t the only thing that made Bam crack a grin, judging by the way he was shamelessly sneaking glances at your half naked body, “Not saying I don’t like it…”

Now, what you were slated to do was a pretty basic jump, one you’ve done maybe a hundred times before: one ramp, over a gap where the cast was lined up underneath you, and down to the other ramp. Your overconfidence here may have contributed to the outcome of your stunt. Picture, if you will, this photo sequence in some magazine: first shot, you making your way up the ramp, the next moment you’re airborne, soaring up- photo two, photo three- then the fourth, after you began your decent, when your front wheel barely grazes the lip of the ramp, and the fifth, when helmet makes contact with plywood and your bike goes flying off into the background. In fact, the moment when you felt your brain bump against the back of your skull as your head sickeningly cracked against the wood was the moment anyone noticed anything was amiss, and who was the first to run to your aid after you skidded down to curl up at the base of the ramp? “Jesus- fuck!” Yep, there Bam went after you, practically shoving Dunn out of his way to dash towards you like a gazelle on the Savannah. The shouted orders not to move you from the medic were mere white noise in his ears next to the thrumming of his own heartbeat.

Bam showed up at the hospital quickly, around the same time you got there, but the only reason he didn’t run into you sooner was that he spun on his heel halfway through his dash towards the elevator to make a U-turn for the gift shop and grab you flowers. Even so, his concern was palpable when he actually got to your floor and started questioning the nurses on where you were, despite you not even being there for five minutes. Though you could very well hear Bam and his little tizzy through the door that was left open as he asked fifty nurses where they took you, he was completely, totally chill when he walked in the door, like some switch flipped in his head.

“So, how is it?” Sitting across the room in one of those stiff hospital chairs, Bam dropped the bouquet of periwinkle bellflowers onto the white sheets at the foot of your bed. Glancing down at it, you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut at the shooting pain going up your arm, “Dude- this sucks fuckin’ ass…” Ask him when he met you what he would do if you broke your elbow, and he would probably say something along the lines of high fiving Dunn or having a drink to celebrate, but not now. “Don’t sweat it. I broke my elbow seven times- you’ll be fine, I promise.” You smiled softly at Bam’s comforting words in the silent ER room, thinking about how he must really care about you.

#jackass #bam margera #ryan dunn #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #angst #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader

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viejospellejos · 2 years

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#video #sfw #bici #bmx #hostiazo #loop #ramp #rampa #fail #fails

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cheapbananas · 10 months

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yall think mac and charlie skated when they were in highschool? ik theyre like canon bmx kids but i think that they skateboarded too. cause i think mac probably did every extreme sport he could and charlie has the beautiful mix of confidence and crazy it takes to eat shit like 10 times in a day and keep going. saw a kid once eat shit face first off a ramp and lose like half his teeth and we made necklaces out of them. kid was back at the park couple days later. that would be charlie. (will write the fic if no one else does btw)

#iasip #its always sunny #charmac #ronald “mac” macdonald #charlie kelly

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bluejaysandblackbats · 5 months

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In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Eight: The Sewer

After they grabbed dinner, Jason and Conner went to The Sewer. The music blared as kids flooded in. Jason's breath caught, and Conner looked down to see Jason's face. A thin sheen of sweat started to form on his forehead. "Jason—."

"Come on, I think they opened it up," Jason replied, brushing his hand against Conner's to get his full attention. Conner followed Jason toward the back exit, where he saw kids dropping in on a ramp. "Sick! It's just like the one at home."

"Wanna drop in?" Conner asked.

"Oh no," Jason laughed, "Bruce would have a heart attack—."

"Bruce. Isn't. Here," Conner interrupted.

Jason grinned, and without another word, he dropped in. Jason laughed as he sped down the ramp. The wind blew through his hair, and when his wheels lifted off the ground… He felt weightless. Conner was shocked that Jason was so good at what he did but was fully prepared to use his powers if anything happened. It was the same rush he got from being Robin. Jason’s cheeks went rosy from the exertion and warmth. The crowded space and the noise were all drowned out by the wind in his hair and face. “Hell yeah!” Conner shouted.

Once Jason looked up, Conner was gone. He reached into his bag and put on his glasses, scanning the room until he met eyes with Conner at the bar. Conner beckoned him with a wave of the hand. Jason made his way over to the bar, and Conner tossed him a water bottle. “Thanks,” Jason smiled, “I needed that.”

“How’d you get so good at that?” Conner asked.

“A lot of free time this summer when I was stuck at home… Also, I think the ramp was my dad’s when he went through a grunge phase in the nineties. Funny thing… I wasn’t interested in BMX or anything close to that until after the accident. My dad hates it because he thinks it’s unnecessarily dangerous,” Jason explained. Conner grinned. Jason gulped his water down and nearly choked when he met Conner’s warm gaze.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” Jason asked.

“You look happy,” Conner answered. Jason’s cheeks heated up. “It suits you…”

Jason perked up and reached across the table. “I love this song!” Jason hollered.

“Wanna dance?” Conner questioned. Jason nodded, and Conner followed him to the outer edges of the dance floor.

Jason waited for the song to start before headbanging, and both boys stopped to scream the lyrics at the end of the verse. They danced for five songs back to back, while unbeknownst to them, a frayed wire sparked a fire. It went unnoticed until it engulfed a curtain, and someone let out a bloodcurdling scream. Jason barely had enough time to look up before everyone started stampeding, pushing him out of the way, and they simultaneously trapped him in the crowd. Conner was nowhere to be found amid the chaos. Swinging arms knocked him in the face and disoriented him.

“Everybody calm down, it’s just—!” Someone knocked over his chair, and before he could get up, people tripped over, kicked, and stepped on him, trying to get out. He curled into himself, protecting his head with one hand while he unbuckled himself from his chair. The crowd wouldn’t let up, so he was trapped as smoke started to fill the building. The smell of smoke, the sensation of being pinned down, and the memory of being trapped in the rubble triggered a panic. It started in Jason’s nerves, shocking his body with pains nearly impossible to distinguish from his injuries. He struggled for air, choking on the smoke as his body trembled violently. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he couldn’t hear himself coughing over the ringing in his ears.

Conner put out the fire before knocking a hole in the wall to thin out the crowd. He’d changed into his costume while everyone was distracted, and then he scanned the area, looking for Jason’s chair. “Jason!” Conner shouted as he literally looked through the crowd using his X-ray vision. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Jason on the ground, but he listened in the hopes of hearing Jason’s voice. “Jason—.” Conner rushed toward him and listened to his heartbeat. Seeing all the blood coming from Jason’s head and the scrapes on his arms and legs.

“Hey… Jason—. Oh crap, Jason. Can you hear me?” Conner questioned. He took Jason’s flannel off and tore it to wrap Jason’s head. “Jason, please—.”

Jason grabbed Conner’s wrist and pulled at Conner’s jacket until he heard Conner’s heartbeat. He listened closely to the heavy lubdub of Conner’s heart to calm himself, but the panic and near-trampling he endured wiped him out. Jason’s muscles twitched, his head drooped and jerked, and Conner listened to the irregular sound of Jason’s heartbeat. He assumed Jason was gravely injured. “There’s so much-. There’s so much blood… Jason, stay with me, okay?” Conner stammered. Jason’s grip loosened, and his eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness. Conner scooped Jason up and flew him to the emergency room. He paced back and forth outside the hospital, not caring that he was in costume, and then he felt something buzz in his hand.

In the chaos, Conner must’ve grabbed Jason’s phone. He glanced at the contact and swallowed hard before answering. “Barbara, I thought he’d be fine—. I turned around to stop the fire and make a hole in the wall for people—. And Jason—.”

“It’s alright. Breathe. I’m on my way to the hospital and need you to relax. You didn’t do anything wrong. No one’s mad at you. Jason’s gonna be okay… He’s a durable kid. Are you in costume?” Barbara asked.

“Uh-huh,” Conner replied, trying not to cry.

“Go change into whatever you can find… Rush into the hospital and tell them you’re related to Jason. I’ll be there as fast as I can, but you can get in there faster,” Barbara explained, “Do you understand?”

“I’ll go change right now. I’ll be back. I’ll come back,” Conner replied, still shaking as he flew home to his hotel.

Rex was on the phone, gesturing excitedly, grinning about something Conner was too preoccupied to hear. He sped through, not stopping for anything or anyone. Then, he raced back toward the hospital. “Is Jason here? I got separated from him at The Sewer. We’re family—. I’ve gotta—. I have to see him,” Conner gasped for breath.

A nurse pointed him out to Jason’s room and explained that he was more shaken up than anything. Conner nodded and entered Jason’s room. Jason lay with his injured wrist draped over his chest, a cannula in his nose, and his head wrapped in bandages. Jason would’ve looked dead had it not been for his chest's steady rise and fall. Conner sat at Jason’s bedside, waiting for him to stir. A nurse checked Jason’s vitals as Conner rocked back and forth in a chair, wishing he’d been more thoughtful.

After a half hour of waiting for Jason to awaken, Conner fell asleep over his lap. Barbara arrived shortly afterward, draping a blanket over Conner and chatting with the nurses about Jason’s medications and pre-existing health conditions. “Sleep tight, boys,” Barbara whispered as she turned the lights down.

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canonicallyobserving911 · 2 years

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Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley: Buck riding bicycles

There’s a bicycle hanging on the wall inside of Buck’s loft right next to the front door but the interesting thing is he has never been seen riding it in CANON. Even though it appears to be there for decor purposes, it’s obvious he knows how to ride a bike especially after he took a victim’s bike and rode it BMX style to chase a drunk driver who had Chimney trapped inside of his car in 6x4 “Animal Instincts”. Buck has been riding bikes since his sister Maddie taught him how to ride one in 1996 when he was 5 years old after she found their dead brother Daniel’s old bike hidden underneath some junk in their garage. She pulled the bike out of the garage so that she could teach Evan how to ride it. During their first lesson, he fell off the bike, skinned his knee and he started crying which caused his parents to come out of their house to see what happened to him. They got upset with Maddie and once their mother realized it was Daniel’s old bike, she became even more upset and started saying “No, no, no...” which caused their father to ask Maddie where she got the bike from. When she told him that she found it in the garage, he told her to take Evan inside of the house. Maddie bandaged his knee and told Buck that their parents weren’t mad at him because he thought they were since they had been yelling. His father called for him to come downstairs and then told him that he was going to buy him a new bike and that’s when he learned that being reckless would get his parents’ attention. He started performing reckless stunts in the driveway and those stunts became more dangerous after he built a bike ramp that was being held up with paint cans so that he could perform stunts. Every time he got injured, his parents would reward his recklessness by bringing him food or by buying him something new.

In 2004, Maddie told him that she was leaving because she was moving to Boston so that she could live with Doug and after an argument with his parents, Buck took off on his bike and cried while he was riding it. In 2012 he crashed his motorcycle into a car that was backing out of a driveway and broke his arm but instead of going home to face his parents, he went to the hospital that Maddie worked at so that he could ask her if he could live with her and Doug. She told him things were complicated at home and after she picked him up from their parents’ house, she gave him the jeep that she owned and told him to go and be happy. He left Hershey, PA following that incident so that he could travel the Americas and he ended up in L.A. after he left Peru. Buck has known how to ride a bike for a long time; therefore it shouldn’t be a surprise if he actually gets to ride the bike that’s hanging on the wall inside of his loft during a future episode. The way he rode the victim’s bike in 6x4 illustrates how Buck has and continues to take chances even though he could end up risking his own safety while he’s in the process of doing something that he believes will be helpful for someone else.

GIF 5x3 “Desperate Measures” & 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia”

GIF 4x5 “Buck Begins

GIF 6x4 “Animal Instincts”

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #maddie buckley #911 meta #911 s6 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #911 #buck's breakdown 911

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