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[cvmsterfire]

should’ve been me 😔😒

[philipjohnclapp]

Great! Anyway I can request a Bam Margera x Female!Reader smutty imagine? Maybe Bam ends up meeting Johnny’s younger sister and they end up in a relationship at some point. While in said relationship maybe another cast member ends up flirting with her at a party to piss of Bam on purpose and it ends up leading to some protective Bam and jealous sex?

Sex Pollution

Jackass Imagine

A/N: To those who said I can’t write, get a load of this! Haha!

Imagine you’re Johnny Knoxville's sister, probably younger sister. You’re southern, with a real heavy drawl, and look almost identical to him. Maybe not, but you can definitely see resemblances. You grew up close, surely not a girly girl, you get your hands dirty with no questions asked. You’ve spent the start of your brother's career watching, like a bird. Never really met any of the guys, you didn’t really care. Steve-O was too wild, and you weren’t a fan of heavy drugs, Pontius was too flirty, and oddly, Preston and Wee-Man had their own duo, Dunn? Well, he seemed nice, but he didn’t have the best hygiene, and that was enough on its own to be a deal breaker. Who else were you missing?? Never mind…

You never really were looking for a relationship, really, or even a casual friendship. But things happen all the time; and when Jackass came to town, and your mother let these guys stay a few nights, your plans flipped upside down. You were left confused, flustered, and you felt like a teenage girl all over again. With some kid crush on a guy with such a cute face. Handsome like a guy should be, but he was pretty. Not pretty enough you’d mistake him for a girl, though. Just pretty enough for you to gawk at, to sneak around with when all the guys and your family are asleep. Getting drinks, and sneaking pecks on the lips. Before you knew it you were in your own secret relationship with a guy by the name; Bam Margera. It rolled off the tip of your tongue; and you liked it that way.

And then you moved on to Hollywood, the land of the stars. It was quick, sudden really. It wasn’t permanent, no, you were staying with your brother by day, and sneaking off into hotels by night. Because this whole Bam thing was getting serious. And then you found out party’s exist, and that opened a world of fun. Especially when you found out one of the guys was throwing a rager; and it may or may not be that oh so annoying guy you met months prior. Fucking Steve-O, but you couldn’t care less as you went hand and hand with your boyfriend. Having the time of your life.

Until you weren’t, well, you still were, with a few drinks down the hatch. The only one who was growing increasingly more disturbed, upset, was Bam. Some random guy, probably as high as anyone else was chatting you up a storm, and starting to get real handsy. He wasn’t completely random as you knew that face from the set, but with the alcohol in your system you just couldn’t tell who it was. You were polite, didn’t really wanna make a scene, so you used the excuse you needed to get another drink, smiled with your southern charm in full spring, and headed straight to the kitchen.

The minute you stepped away from the cast member and Bam was taking your place, you could see from the corner of your eye. He was threatening the guy. And it was almost funny to you. Almost. Because the moment you were in the kitchen, Bam was coming up behind you. Wrapping his arms around you and mumbling into your ear, his voice sounded so harsh for a whisper. Almost as rough as sandpaper,

“Fuck were you doing with that scum?”

He growled, like a feral dog. His embrace tightened as he pressed himself up against you. In the kitchen. You were stunned, letting out a breath of air that you felt like you hung onto almost too long as you stayed still, your brain short circuiting as you tried to come up with an answer. You swore you had one, but it popped like a bubble. Your head was as empty as the sky tonight. And Bam didn’t seem to care as he started talking again. His rough nails clawing your sides as he ran his hands up and down them like a cat scratching his owner's couch.

“It doesn’t matter, you know you’re all mine.”

You did. Well, if you didn’t before you certainly know now. His boner pressing against your asscrack was certainly showing it. And fuck, did you like being his. And Bam was gonna make sure you knew it.

He shoved you against the floating island, brushing all the cans, and needles, and lord knows what else off the counter as you bent over for him. Bam ripped your pants down so fast you could’ve sworn he ruined your jeans. Fuck. You couldn’t even be bothered to care as you arched your back for him. He ripped his own pants off with record speed, and would have broken the world record for that one as he slipped his boxers down completely.

Bam was as hard as a gun, and you couldn’t even be bothered with all the party goers so close. The chances of someone walking in and or seeing this was close to a hundred, fuck it probably was going to happen. You didn’t care, luckily Johnny wasn’t here. He’d skin Bam like a pig.

It seemed that Bam didn’t care either, he didn’t have any decency either as he just shoved himself inside of you, and you moaned instantly. Your walls clenching onto him as you squealed with pleasure. Jerking your hips forward instinctively as he started immediately with rough, quick thrusts. You could’ve gotten whiplash he was being so rough, all you could think was fuck as he dug his nails into your side, his other hand gripping hard into your hair, pulling your head back as he warned you,

“You’re mine…fuck…baby, you’re all mine.”

He grunted, letting out his own quiet moan as he quickened his pace. His thrusts getting all messy and desperate, the smell of sex polluting the kitchen and probably spoiling the alcohol as you both neared your climax. His grip on your hair tightened so much you thought he’d rip your hair out, and then he pushed himself deep inside of you, and you saw white as he came inside of you, and you came onto him, moaning as the pleasure swallowed you like a tornado. Fuck, you’ve never been so glad to be his.

[downtownbunnybaby]

Loved the firsts with Dico!! Can you do one of Raab too!

Firsts With Chris Raab / Raab Himself

Chris Raab x G!N Reader!

Description: All your firsts with Raab. Fluff SFW.

A/N: ask, and you shall receive. disappeared and came back just to post this. more fics are in the works but I've just been so busy.

Warnings: swearing, typical CKY nonsense.

Word Count: 3,028K

Hug:

In all your years of living in Westchester, you had never seen it rain so much. Naturally, you thought your little group would take a break from filming, considering the flooded streets with rain water and what you could only imagine was the sewer water that had risen. 

Enjoying your day off from the chaos, staring outside your kitchen window, you watched the rain pour. A warm mug of coffee adorned your hands as you wondered what your friends were up to, hoping they chose to take the day off like you. Unfortunately, your wonderings were interrupted as you saw a familiar blonde sprint past your house. Setting the mug down and grabbing your raincoat, you ran outside. 

“Raab?!” You shout, searching for the blonde. Met with silence, you decide to go back inside, then you hear them. 

“Do it again! Run by Y/N’s house,” Bam yells, sprinting to record your reaction. 

“Bam! What the hell is going on?” Swatting the camera from your face, you turn to a sopping-wet Bam and Dico. 

“Just watch,” Says Dico, pointing to the flooded street. And there he was. Raab was running through the flooded streets of Westchester, wearing only a headband, underwear, and sunglasses. 

“HI Y/N,” He says, waving as a car passing honks and splashes him. You’re quick to hand the dirt-covered and soaked boy your coat, sensing he must be freezing.

“This is the dumbest idea you have ever had,” They simply laugh at your annoyance. “Seriously, Raab. You could get hyperthermia,” 

Dico chimes in, “Oh, come on, Y/N, a little mud never hurt anybody,” You roll your eyes at his comment, urging Raab to put on your jacket. However, he simply tosses the fabric to the side and opens his arms for an embrace. Much to your protests, the boy was determined to get you as dirty as he was. Dico grabs ahold of you before you can escape. Bam cackles, recording every second of the chaos. 

“No—don’t. Raab, you’re the worst.” You whine, trying to rid the muddy boy off of you. Of course, knowing Raab, there were flirtatious undertones to the “prank.” 

“You know you love it, Y/N.” He says, making sure all the mud transfers onto your white shirt. His embrace only falters after Dico makes an obvious comment. 

“If I dint know any better…I’d say you have a little crush on Y/N.” Dico and Bam grow hysterical at Raab’s wide eyes and red face, quickly dropping you into the rainwater. 

Holding Hands:

It was evident to everyone that you and Raab had a less-than-normal relationship. The two of you were inseparable, like Bam and Ryan, but with more romantic tension. What started as a bet after watching 16 Candles became a signature aspect of your relationship. 

“That’s stupid,” You say, chucking a handful of popcorn at your TV, making a mental note to clean the mess later. “I mean, why not just hold hands? What's the point of holding pinkies?!” It was your group's weekly movie night, and you had selected the cheesiest 80s film you could find, thinking the night would consist of hilarious commentary from your friends. However, much to your dismay, the boys enjoyed it far more than you ever would. 

Bam interjects your complaints. “Y/N, you wouldn't understand. You don’t have a romantic bone in your body,” A mix of laughter and agreement circles the room. 

“I can be romantic!” Slightly hurt by Bam’s comment, you make a proposition. “I can prove it!.” You had no idea why you said it. Maybe, it was your competitive nature or the fact Raab was looking at you with those soft eyes that had you falling. 

“Yeah, how?” Ryan interjects, laughing at your sudden outburst. Looking around the room, he waits for a response. After not receiving one from you or the other boys, he answers his question. “I bet you Bam’s Lamborghini you can’t go a month holding Raab’s pinky,” 

“Not my Lamborghini, asswipe!” 

“Shut up—what do you say, Y/N?” Scanning the room, you search for any signs of disagreement, but eager faces and wide grins stare back as they await your answer. “Deal!” You exclaim, grabbing Raab’s smallest finger as he grows bright red. 

It was nearing the end of the month, and you had long forgotten about the bet between you and Ryan. You had grown accustomed to holding pinkies with Raab, becoming your little ritual. Like always, you were all in Bam’s basement. Dico, Rake, and Bam eyed Ryan’s watch as midnight was only minutes away. 

“Y/N is 5 minutes away from owning a Lambo,” Whispers Rake, slightly hoping you’d let go of Raab’s pinky so you’d lose and they wouldn't have to hear Bam complain. You and Raab sat on the couch, watching new footage recorded that day, promptly ignoring the boys. Too entertained by the content presented. 

“1 minute,” Whispered Ryan, switching from looking at his watch to you. Bam was beginning to open his mouth to speak when it happened. Laughing obnoxiously loud at Raab’s stunt, you maneuver your hand to embrace his significantly larger one, not caring about any repercussions that may occur. Squeezing your hand, Raab forces you to look at him, a beaming grin adorning his pale skin. 

“Yes!” Shouted Bam, jumping up and down, engulfing Dico in his arms and pointing at you. “You lost!” 

Rolling your eyes at the imprompt interruption, you ask, “What are you talking about?” 

Bam continues shouting, ignoring your question. “I get to keep my Lambo!” Then it dawns on you, the bet. Raab is the first to defend you. “Woah, if anything, hand-holding gives them extra points,” 

“Technically, Ryan said pinkies, and I’m looking at full-on hand-holding. So you lose!” Dico says, laughing in your face. 

“Whatever, THIS is way better than your Lambo.” So what if you didn't own a sports car? You hand a killer hand to hold anytime.

First Date:

Raab would never admit it, but he did not have a romantic bone in his body. However, he’d consider himself dammed if he didn't make your first date special. Everyone knew that you and Raab had feelings for each other. After being friends for many years, Raab finally took the initiative of asking you on a date.

The two of you were excited to spend time together ALONE. That meant no filming, pranks, or stunts, and especially, no CKY Crew to sabotage your date. You both chose a small cafe that had opened up downtown. The both of you enjoyed each other's company, reminiscing about your lives thus far. 

Raab flashes you his signature smile, handing you your latte. “I heard the pranks we filmed at Mcdonald's are going to be in the new Jackass episode,” 

“No way!” You exclaim, taking a sip from the scorching drink. “I got banned from that Mcdonald's because of Dico,” The two of you continue retelling stories about the skits and pranks either of you failed to attend, enjoying each other’s presence and the ambiance of the sweet and small cafe. You noticed Raab drifting from the conversation, his attention drawn to something behind you. 

“Chris? Everything alright,” You ask, grabbing his hand and hoping to gain his attention. 

“Am I crazy, or are that Bam and Dico?!” You quickly snapped your neck back to make eye contact with a terrified Bam. It was a miracle your neck didn't break from the velocity. Strutting towards their table, you make eye contact with a not-so-subtle Dico hiding behind a menu. Chris follows behind, slightly begging for you to ignore them. 

“Y/N! Raab! What a surprise!” Dico begins but is promptly interrupted by you grabbing the menu and slapping his shoulder. 

Raab chimes in, “What are you two doing here?” 

“And don't lie,” You add. 

Like scolded children, the two mumble about spying and being bored without you.

“In our defense, we didn't think you’d see,” Says Dico, trying not to laugh at your fuming demeanor. 

Baffled at his response, you point out the menu. “Dico, you were hiding behind a Wings N’ Things menu! You stand out like a sore thumb,” This elicits a rather loud laugh from Bam, who is simply enjoying sabotaging your date. 

“Well, since we’re all here, how about we sit with you guys?” Interjecting you and Dico’s argument. 

“Great idea, Bam,” Dico snatches his menu from your hands and makes his way to your table, sipping obnoxiously loud on your latte. 

Sleeping in the same bed / Cuddling:

Spending the night at the Margera household is not a taboo to your rambunctious group. You would all live there if April didn't kick you out after the third night. Usually, you slept in the same room as Bam and Dico, not minding the number of times flour and a hard punch struck your face. However, Dico had gotten into the habit of waking up your group with a face full of his ass, followed by a glass-shattering and foul-smelling fart. After witnessing Raab be a victim of this trend for a CKY video, undoubtingly it was hilarious, but you knew better. You would not risk potentially getting pink eye tonight. 

It was 2 AM, Raab had been asleep for a while now, and the rest of the boys were slowly migrating to their respective areas. Of course, Bam offered you a spot on the floor next to his bed, but you would not be taking any chances. 

“You sure you don’t want to sleep in my room?” Bam asked, handing you a blanket. 

“Bam, you know I love you, but Dico is taking this bit too far,” You say, eyeing Dico as he mocks you behind Bam’s back. Bam simply laughs as he bids goodnight, dragging the rest of the boys with him and leaving you alone in the living room. 

It was nearing 3 AM, and you were struggling to fall asleep. You rarely slept alone. Whether it was Ryan’s arm on your forehead or Bam kicking you in the middle of the night, one of the boys was always near you. You were finding solitude to be unbearable. Sitting up, you weigh your options. You could spend a sleepless night in Bam’s living room or risk getting pink eye in his room. You quickly dismissed those options because there was another.

Carefully, you made your way up the stairs, trying your best not to wake anyone up. Reaching the guest bedroom, you hesitantly walk up to the closet Raab inhabited. Knocking softly, you waited for the boy to greet you. The rest of the crew would have laughed at the fact you treated the closet like his house. But you felt it was the polite thing to do, considering it was 3 AM. The closet opened abruptly, interrupting your thoughts and forcing you to stare at the sight in front of you. Raab’s hair was disheveled, blonde strands sticking in every direction. His shirt was off, sporting, a slightly annoyed facial expression, expecting to be pranked by Dico or Bam. However, his frown turned into a sleepy grin, realizing it was you, not Dico.

“Y/N?” He asked, confused as to why you were here. 

“...Hi,” You replied, “Can I sleep with you? Don’t feel like waking up to a face full of Dico ass today.” Softly laughing at your response, he welcomed you into his nook. It looked pretty comfortable, considering the location of it all. 

Raab helps you situate yourself in the dark closet. Your bodies were unbelievably close. You could feel his breath exhaling from his nose in your ear as he spoke. “It’s a tight fit. I hope you don’t mind,” You didn’t mind. You never would. If it meant you could always be this close to him. 

Dico is the first one up in the morning. He rushes downstairs to wake you up but is bewildered to see you aren't there. The only remains of your presence are the blanket Bam lent you discarded on the floor with your hoodie. He makes his way to the kitchen, asking April if she’s seen you. 

“Sorry, Dico. Have not seen them,” Ignoring his complaints, she continues making breakfast, asking him to call the rest of the boys down before he continues his search. 

“Bam! Wake up!” Dico is leaning over Bam, shaking him until he responds to his dramatic pleas. Bam simply groans, covering his face with a pillow. But Dico is persistent, shaking him until he responds. 

“What the hell, Dico?! What is so important,” It takes Dico several moments to respond, enjoying the present annoyance on Bam’s face. By the time he does answer Bam’s questions, Rake and Ryan are also up. 

“Who’s missing?” 

“Y/N’s missing?” Ryan rubs the sleep from his eyes before proposing a solution. “Let’s have breakfast and then look for them. The boys agree. Of course, how could they search for their friend on empty stomachs? 

“Alright,” Bam says, pushing Dico off of him. “Can someone get Raab?” Then it hits them all at once. In seconds, Dico is shouting for Bam to get the camera. He motions for everyone to follow him once Bam starts recording. They make their way to the guest room, giggling at their plan. Opening the closet door, they gawked at the sight. You’re under Raab’s arm, almost on top of him, his firm embrace bringing you closer throughout the night. Dico almost feels bad for what he’s about to do, but then he remembers the cameras and forgets about remorse and decency. 

Dico pulls his pants down, aiming his behind over you and Raab’s face. Only briefly stopping when you stir, bringing Raab closer to you. Squatting, he lets it out, mostly on your face. The impact, plus Bam slapping both of you, wakes you up. 

“Ow,” You shout. “What the fuck was that?!” Cackling and shouting, the boys run out of the room as you bolt up. 

Raab exits the closet, crawling. “You just slapped us in the face, and we wake up to some ass, RIGHT THERE,” The boys return. Dico is on the floor, breathless, as he mocks both of your responses. Even Jess had joined the party, laughing at Dico’s retelling of the events. 

“That’s what you get for scaring us,” Says Bam, holding you in his arms, giggling before he continues his dramatics. “You had us worried sick,” 

You lightly push him. “At least Raab doesn't kick me in the middle of the night,” Bam rolls his eyes. He shoves you, so you fall on Raab, who simply smiles at the fact you prefer him over Bam. 

Kiss:

You were all filming for the latest episode of Jackass, you had filmed with the new crew several times prior, but this was the first time Raab and the rest of the CKY group had flown down to Los Angeles to join you, Bam and Ryan. Everyone had an underlying desire to impress the Jackass guys, especially Raab. Not only did he want to impress Knoxville and Tremaine, but he wanted to impress YOU. Sure, you were the same Y/N from Westchester, but you were in LA now, and he feared you’d end up dating some Hollywood hotshot instead of him. That fear led him to a circumstance destined for failure. He squatted in a rusty shopping car, telling Bam to push him as hard as possible. 

“I don't know, Raab, this is sketchy, even for us. There’s no bush to catch you.” 

“Bam, just do it,” Low and behold, Raab’s head broke his fall as he plummeted to the asphalt of the vacant grocery store. Everyone laughed as soon as the dirty blonde hit the ground. Of course, you were the first to help him, followed by Knoxville, who felt he had a moral obligation to check if the younger boy needed a medic. 

“Rabb, you alright?” Johnny’s southern drawl confused the boy below him, eliciting several nose scrunches as a response. “You took quite the hit. Let Y/N help you up,” Raab perked up at the sound of your name, instantly lending you his arm to help him up. He tried his best to talk to you, but the slur of his speech prohibited any form of coherent sentences. The group laughed at his poor attempt at flirting with you. 

“Looks like he fell hard for you, Y/N,” Dico chimed in. Once again, the group roared with laughter at Dico’s pun, and Raab slurred a “Shut up!” in response. 

At the hospital, Raab practically begged for you to remain at his side as the doctor observed and treated his concussion. Of course, the film crew was eating up the flourishing romance. Bam leans over to whisper in Raab’s ear. He shook his head, but Bam softly nudged him, “Come on, just do it,” 

“Y/N, I feel terrible. Can you kiss it better?” He asks, pointing to his bandaged head, avoiding your gaze. Giggling, you complied with his silly request. “Anywhere else, Chris?” He looked at Bam, who only leaned onto Knoxville, laughing. Testing his luck, he pointed to his cheek and then his lips. Not expecting you to do it, he turned his head to the camera and Knoxville to verbally end the episode. However, before he could start, you softly grabbed his chin, tilting his head towards you before leaning in. Even in his hazy state, he could feel himself melting into you. As you pulled apart, he felt himself going for more, but the gasps and laughs from your friends, including your hand on his chest preventing him from moving forward, brought him back to reality. 

“Well, Raab, what do you have to say?” It was Knoxville. 

Despite his concussion and the unbearable pain he was experiencing, he was beaming with joy, a wide grin adorning his face. “I’m Jackass. You’re watching Raab Himself, and Y/N just kissed me.” Smiling, you kiss his cheek, causing Raab to throw his head back in delight. 

“Careful now. Don't want you getting another concussion.” Said Johnny, one hand on his chest and the other on Bam’s shoulder as the room laughed at the younger boy in front of them. 

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@asskickedbygirl @captainboomaray @morbidxmagic @spoookyberry

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[vivaladicamillo]

GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT

BRANDON DICAMILLO IS COMING BACK TO US OH MY FUCKING GOD

[staying-elive]

So last week (last year lol) I made a post annoyed by Sam's absence from What if? - a culmination of my general frustration at his absence since TFATWS ended.   And like... in hindsight I wish I'd left out the line about Peggy, cos that clearly invited a certain crowd, and yeeeah, some of the comments added to it are the definition of A Bit Much.

I still don't like the character, and I doubt that will really change. She was always just a side character that I was rather meh on, and I'm not a fan of the actress in general.  But the level of vitriol that I've seen lately isn't doing it for me. 

Like, why am I spending my New Years feeling mad at a cartoon? Truly a touch grass moment. 🤣😭

Going back to quietly missing Sam and filling the void with wonderful fics from the (real) Sam Wilson Appreciation community. 

[you-fuckers-are-asses]

https://x.com/ckymusic/status/1765391976885600311?s=46&t=ZSsBsQ4n62LIkfsZvQAbFg

CKY’s going on tour to celebrate 25 years of the band!

[asskickedbygirl]

being a fan of something that hasn’t been a thing in over a decade is weird because i don’t want to meet any of them. they’ve all moved on like if i saw dico in the flesh i wouldn’t even tell him i’m a fan i would just walk away …

[volfoss]

I really think reading the old cap stuff w both knowledge Bucky will get blown up and also be the second shooter that killed JFK is really adding a lot to my enjoyment of it. Cannot wait to see him get blown up I'm sorry

[cvmsterfire]

he’s so 😻

[philipjohnclapp]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr

Officially 1 year of liking Jackass.

[downtownbunnybaby]

Firsts With Brandon DiCamillo

Brandon DiCamillo x G!N Reader!

Description: All your firsts with Dico. Fluff SFW.

A/N: Well, it's finally here! This is my first time writing in a while so sorry if it's kinda mid. Also why it took me forever to write. I really enjoyed writing this so send me more requests! ♥️

Hug:

You were up on Bam’s roof, skateboard in one hand and the other giving your friends below the finger. How did you end up in this situation? Bam was the one who did skating stunts, and Ryan was always the one jumping off a high place, but somehow, you managed to take both of their bits. The stunt involved you skating down the roof and landing on the ramp below. All while attempting to avoid breaking all your bones. 

“...and we’re rolling,” yelled Bam, panning the camera to Dico’s terrified yet slightly impressed face at your bravery. 

Well, there was no going back now. Cursing, you rapidly made your way down. Everything was going smoothly. You thought you’d make it, and so did your friends as they began to cheer. However, in true CKY fashion, you lost control of the board, launching yourself forward and crashing into the tree Bam had jumped onto countless times. You instinctually grabbed onto the jagged branches, trying your best to climb down but ultimately missing the final steps, which solidified your final slam on the ground. Dico was the first to run over. 

“Y/N, are you okay? Speak to me,” 

Your eyes were closed, and the throbbing at your temples made it strenuous to distinguish what was happening. 

“That was awesome, but I need you to open your eyes.” He sounded concerned at the fact you were unresponsive, besides the slight contort of your nose at the loud laughing and annoyingly bright sun. You finally opened your eyes, instantly laughing at your current state. 

“Bran, I’m okay. Just a few scratches and a little blood.” You laughed again at your poor attempt to conceal your pain. There were more than a few scratches and a little blood littering your body. Dico brought you in a tight embrace as he helped you to your feet, trying not to hurt you anymore. Despite the blood leaking from your cuts staining his shirt, he continued to hug you. 

“You’re never doing anything like that again.” He said, leading you into the house to patch you up. 

“Actually — I think they might have to,” It was Bam. “I don’t think I was recording.” 

Holding hands:

You were all in Bam’s living room, discussing possible skits and stunts to include in the next CKY video. You were distracted by the insanity unfolding in the room; Bam seeing how hard he could slap Raab, you subconsciously grabbed Dico’s hand, laughing at your best friend's antics. Dico instantly noticed, head snapping to the soft hands intertwined with his rough, calloused ones. He had been attempting to hold your hand all day but was afraid you wouldn't reciprocate the feeling. Yet, here you were. The casualty of holding each other’s shocks your surrounding friends. Groans and sounds of disgust surround the room. Confusion settles in at the reaction of your friends. Nothing gross had happened. As far as you could tell, Raab was still fully clothed, and no foul odor followed him. Looking around for the cause of their reactions, you ask, 

“What happened? Did Raab sh—” 

You’re interrupted by Bam making an exceptionally dramatic comment, 

“Ew! Why are you two holding hands?!” 

You bring your hand up to eye level. A slight heat paints your face at the realization that you’re holding the hand of your long-time crush. The embarrassment settles in as you try to pry your hand from Dico’s. However, his grip remains tight, flashing his signature smile, almost a reassurance, confirming that he feels the same way you do. Once again, sounds of disgust and an exaggerated gag from the drama queen Bam Margera fill the room. 

“Dunn, get me a bucket. I think I’m going to be sick.” 

First date:

Your first “date” was casual and felt like any other day in Westchester. It was a filming day for the new CKY video. The day consisted of shooting shopping cart stunts in several locations around town. The sun had set, and the group resided in a near-empty grocery store parking lot for the last skit of the day. Both you and Dico wore medieval costumes, wielding comically large swords. You and Dico sat on the pavement as Rake and Raab collected most of the shopping carts in the vicinity. 

Dico stood up as Rake and Raab returned with the carts. Putting on his best medieval British accent, he points his sword at you and back to the cart. 

“Y/N, would you do me the honors of accompanying me on my chariot to defend my kingdom?” Giggling at his impression, you attempt the same accent. 

“Sire DiCamillo it would be my honor.” 

Of course, yours would never be as good as his, but regardless, he laughs at your attempt as you both jump into the cart. He gives a goofy smile as Bam prepares to launch you into a nearby bush. 

Kiss:

Poor boy has wanted to kiss you for so long. Even when his feelings for you were nothing more than platonic, he always wondered what it would feel like to kiss you. So, when it happened, he was simply beaming. 

You two were alone for what seemed like the first time in all the years you had known him. No skateboard thrown angrily in the distance, no crashing sounds, and moans of pain following. It was just you, Dico, and your increasingly rapid beating heart. You had decided to go on a late-night drive. Typically all the boys would join you, but tonight you just wanted Dico. Along with the empty roads, he was your piece of sanity in an otherwise hectic life. Parking in an abandoned parking lot, turning the stereo off, you look at Dico. 

“Thanks for coming along,” He looked so pretty. The moon's light perfectly reflected on his face, highlighting his best features. You tried your best not to stare as he spoke. 

“Of course, Y/N,” Smiling softly, his gaze lingered on your lips. Despite your immense nervousness, you took the opportunity, leaning in and closing the gap between you two. The kiss is everything you expected, soft and sweet. You could feel his smile as you continued to kiss, placing your hands on his chest. God, you could get used to this. 

He intends to tell everyone after it happens. Unfortunately, Rake is the first victim. 

“Rake, did you know Y/N kissed me last night.” 

“For the hundredth time, yes. Please go tell someone else.” Although Rake is slightly annoyed by Dico constantly telling him you two kissed, he enjoys seeing his friend happy. Especially after having to hear him complain for years about your partners at the time and how you should be with him. Of course, when you meet the group at Bam’s house, they’re all mocking and imitating you and Dico kissing.  

Sleeping in the same bed / cuddling:

Being friends with the CKY crew meant constantly being over at each other's houses. If April was tired of your group's antics, your house became the designated filming or hangout site. Today had been a particularly long filming session, and as much as you loved being with your friends, it was late, and you were beyond tired. Overnight stays at your house were nothing new. It was common for several of the guys to crash on your couch or bedroom floor. Getting up from your spot on the floor between Dico and Raab, who were already dozing off, you excused yourself from the group. 

“How come Dico gets to sleep in your bed while we have to fight for your leftovers,” says Bam, whining as you offer your hand to Dico. 

Dico interjects before you can respond, “Because I’m Y/N’s favorite,” he said matter-of-factly, earning another whine from Bam. Laughing at the rest of the boys fighting for your guest bedroom and couch, you head upstairs. There was an underlying nervousness as you slowly got into bed. Of course, Dico had slept in your bed plenty of times, but this was different. Maybe it was because you were romantically involved now or how pretty he looked under your black duvet. His eyes fluttered, a dopey smile sneaking into a yawn, brushing the hair covering the side of your face as he kissed you goodnight. It felt so natural, your cheek pressed against his chest, his chin on your head, limbs intertwined. He held you tight enough to satisfy his desire to protect you in such a vulnerable state. 

“I wish we could stay like this forever, Bran,” Before he could respond, Ryan and Bam barged into your bedroom. 

“See Dunn. I told you they were being gross and cuddling. I’m Y/N’s favorite. Dico just happens to be better than me at cuddling.” 

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[piratedico]

Raab himself that’s it that’s the post

[leechhealer]

if you follow me or have followed within the last two weeks i'm going to guess it's for the jackass content, i appreciate that and i'm getting around to more soon. like today soon

[xx-key-xx]

I'm a bit late but happy new year everyone, I want to thank you guys for appreciating my dumbass content and random edits that I did most of time last year (ex. spongebob music, bonk, victorious and viva la bam are the same thing, etc.) I'm glad to know that you guys love them as much as I do, I love you bitches so much <3

[asskickedbygirl]

what if i revived radio bam. i’ve been thinking ab it ….

[you-fuckers-are-asses]

Jess & Friends cover “Feelin’ Alright” by Traffic for charity. All proceeds go to the families of the children murdered in the Robb Elementary School Shooting.