#dico I love you so much

[godsworstson]

why am I just now finding out that dico used to smoke???

[ckygetsjobs]

Him with animals my beloved <33

For @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll bc you’ve been wanting this for a while

[world0fmadness]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ✩ ˚ FIRE AND ICE

kimi raikkonen x cky / jackass member! wife! reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter x ( platonic! ) oc son

featuring: a daughter called tilly because it’s just such a pretty name and some dico and rake slander

faceclaim: assorted but mainly lucy liu

୨୧ okay so the timeline on this one is a little messy but please just deal with it <3 i imagine they met when they were around 21, had their daughter when they were around 28 and married when they were around 30… so their daughter is around 16 years old… is that messy? a lot of this is from the pov of their daughter and fan accounts since social media wasn’t really a thing in the early 2000’s and stuff…

reading music recommendations: lost in a contraption by cky - along comes mary by bloodhound gang - your sweet 666 by him

loveuyn: thinking about how in an old interview yn said she was going to keep her first ever car so it can be her future child’s first car and now tilly has it and absolutely loves it 🥹 photos from tilly’s social media

ckylvr: it’s so crazy seeing her drive the car that was featured in SO much of the early cky stuff 💔 every time i see her post it i do the leonardo dicaprio point like “ oh! that’s the car bam jumped off while it sped down a road ”

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ynlnstomponme: i hope yn cleaned it REALLY good lmao… the amount of times people have been caught on video vomiting in it is genuinely nuts

> loveuyn: not to mention the blood lmao 😭

> ynlnsbackhand: if that car could talk…

> loveuyn: if that car could talk it’d be taking yn to court straight away for pain and suffering

tillyraikkonenln: the best part about being a late 2000’s baby is you get all your parents cool vintage stuff :D

ynraikkonenln ✔️: you’re grounded for a year

> tillyraikkonenln: i’m sorry mom :(

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> iluvf1: teens calling stuff their parents used when THEY were teens “vintage” just to annoy them is so funny to me

> loveuyn: crying rn, the time tilly was on live and someone commented to ask yn and kimi about AOL “ what the hell is AOL”… and yn immediately giving her a whole history on how she used to flirt with boys in her school over AOL while kimi and tilly just watched her ramble from the side

> oldf1lvr: she needed to educate her baby on the old ways real quick 😭

> kimicelover: kimi had SO MUCH love in his eyes on that livestream… i want what they have

oldf1lvr: tilly, who’s your favourite grid uncle?

> tillyraikkonenln: seb!

> sebastianvettel ✔️: the greatest medal of honour! thank you tilly, come visit soon - sebastian ❤️

> lewishamilton ✔️: what at am i? chopped liver?

> tillyraikkonenln: sorry uncle lew :3

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> jackass4ever: favourite jackass uncle?

> tillyraikkonenln: CHRIS! definitely chris

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> chrispontious ✔️: thank you very much tilly, always knew you were smarter than your mother

> ynraikkonenln ✔️: get lost 🙄

ckylvr: the amount of HIM and CKY pin badges you can spot in that pile 💔 take me backkkk

jackass4ever: what’s the nastiest thing your mom did on cky? in your opinion…

> tillyraikkonenln: kissed dico and rake 😟

loveuyn: yn’s grid milf fashion highlight ❤️

tillyraikkonenln: i don’t think i’ll ever get used to people calling my mother a milf :(

> iluvf1: lmao poor tilly 😭

oldf1lvr: kimi in the third picture in a boring ass button up and jeans… i hate m*n

> ynlnsbackhand: she’s EVERYTHING, he’s just ken

iluvf1: i miss seeing her interact with fans in the paddock so much, bring our mom back 💔

> tillyraikkonenln: she misses interacting with people in the paddock! they’ll visit soon, her and dad have just been busy with KJ ❤️

> new2f1: KJ? who is that?

> oldf1lvr: it’s their son! they haven’t revealed his name or anything yet since he’s only 5 so they call him KJ because according to yn he’s a double of kimi

> iluvf1: kimi’s genes are incredible because tilly looks EXACTLY like him too 😭

> loveuyn: she’s a double of kimi look wise but has the exact same personality as yn

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loveuyn: gentle reminder of these adorable pictures yn posted when she was pregnant with KJ ( and the only pictures we have of him so far )

ynlnsbackhand: her comfy mom era was her best era, fight me

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oldf1lvr: baby KJ 🥹 you can’t even see his face but you can tell he totally IS a copy of kimi

kimicelover: i wonder if KJ will be the future racer, since tilly is more into skateboarding and photography?

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> iluvf1: maybe! but is the grid really prepared for another iceman 🫣

jackass4ever: i love how whenever she’s in the jackass movies she’s still a total hardass but the second it comes to her babies she just crumbles 🥹

> kimicelover: it’s the same with kimi! he’s still ice cold to most people but the second he sees tilly, KJ or yn he just melts and there’s SO much video evidence of it 💔

ynraikkonenln: my little girl helping me and kimi celebrate our anniversary by cooking dinner for us ❤️

tillyraikkonenln: i burned literally everything… and i’m not a little girl anymore, i’m 16 :(

> kimiraikkonen ✔️: we’re still grateful and you’ll always be our little girl kulta 💙

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> tillyraikkonenln: oh and did you have to include that picture of me washing up?

> kimiraikkonen ✔️: yes, she did, it’s pretty unbelievable for a teen so we need people to see photo evidence

loveuyn: yn ln… then and now 🥹

tillyraikkonenln: black and white filter on the first pictures made me think my own mother was dead for a second…

> loveuyn: sorry tilly 😭

iluvf1: goddamn, this woman has aged like fine wine…

ynlnsbackhand: just me who thinks she’s got hotter with age?

> oldf1lvr: definitely not just you…

> kimicelover: kimi too though… they’re both so hot as older people… i want them BOTH so bad 😭

jackass4ever: genuinely HOW is this the woman that let dico pee on her in her sleep and only hit him with a belt after?

> oldf1lvr: sorry WHAT?

> loveuyn: the iceland incident…

> ynlnsbackhand: at least ryan got back at him properly for her

> ynlnslighter: those belt whips she gave dico were fucking crazy what do you mean 😭

> ynlnsbackhand: HE PISSED ON HER

> ckylvr: everyone was pissing on each other in iceland, wtf was in the air over there?

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ ˚ NEW ADDED BONUS ˚ ୨୧ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

her parents are in love… gross

tillyraikkonenln: sigh… my parents are still SO in love even after like… 60 years… nasty

kimiraikkonen ✔️: cheeky girl… thank you for taking these pictures kulta 💙

> tillyraikkonenln: wonder who i get that from… you’re welcome isä <3

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ynraikkonenln ✔️: 60 YEARS? you’re pushing your luck missy… love you

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kimiynlover: if i don’t ever have a love like theirs i have failed at life 💔

sebastianvettel ✔️: KJ is getting big! sending my love ❤️ - sebastian

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Under the cut to read on tumblr, here to read on Ao3 <3

I'll commit your every scar to my memory rosquez, 6k words

(set 2025)

Marc has been looking at himself in the mirror for twenty minutes now.

Inspecting for every micro feature which signaled he was getting older.

He doesn’t want to get older, he can’t.

All his career, his success had come when he was a kid and he had been nicknamed “alien” for it goddamnit.

youngest pole sitter, youngest podium finisher, youngest winner, youngest champion.

key word being young. 

he doesn't feel old, but older, god yes. Everyday.

A new source of pain coming out, an old one resurfacing, the fear of falling behind, of not fitting in anymore and of running out of time.

All present and heavy on his body, which took the hit every time.

Why he thinks that, he isn’t  sure.

But he feels like he must get everything now or it will all have been useless.

It’s been one year now since he and Vale reconciled, and nine months since they made their relationship official, but only to intimate friends and their families, since Marc was still a target in the paddock, and they both knew that having a gay relationship wasn’t exactly the greatest thing to share in a sport like theirs.

And while the respective families had reacted well (except for a bit of skepticism on Alex’s side) the Academy had been more bitter, especially Uccio, but it was to be expected since he is so obviously in love with Vale since the dawn of time.

The mirror in their room at the Ranch keeps reflecting his toned and muscled body, along with his freshly shaved face and regrowing curls.

If he has to be honest he isn’t the one who brought up the aging thing.

First Vale, at his birthday, after he was officially a Ducati factory rider for that year, telling him he was “growing up”, getting closer to 35.

And it terrified Marc.

Then his brother, joking about him retiring so that he could be the only Marquez on the grid “haste que tu y Mr doctor creéis un hijo con magia y aterroricen a MotoGP” (Until you and Mr Doctor will create a son with magic and terrorize MotoGP) 

And finally Bezzecchi two weeks ago.

He was talking to Celestino, to which he seemed glued to the hip, almost symbiotic, as if they only existed one attached to the other.

“Sta invecchiando comunque, magari Vale con i gusti per i più piccoli che ha se ne trova uno più giovane e meno sfasciato” (He’s aging by the way, maybe Vale with his taste for younger people will find a younger and less broken one) 

“Sei un coglione Marco dai” (Marco you’re a dickhead come on)

“Dico la verità, magari tra una settimana ci porta un ragazzetto di 20 anni che lo guarda con gli occhi a cuoricino e che non sia mezzo pieno di cicatrici” (I’m saying the truth, maybe in a week the he’ll come to us with a 20 year old boy who looks at him heart-eyed and who’s not half covered in scars)

“Immagini? Tanta fatica e poi se ne sbatte un altro”

(Can you imagine? So much trouble and he ends up fucking another guy)

“Sarebbe karma” (Would be karma)

Marc had been hidden behind the door throughout the whole conversation, and a wave of nausea and vomit overwhelmed him, causing him to rush silently to the toilet and throw up.

Maybe they were right. 

He was getting older, Vale had said that himself, joking about his smile lines.

He had started exercising even more, buying more products for skincare and trying to act like he was 20 again.

And suddenly he didn’t feel pretty anymore, he just wanted to ride a couple laps on the dirt track and forget about it.

He looks at himself one last time, not failing to notice the faint line of a wrinkle in the corner of his eyes staring right back at him, menacing.

He puts on his gear, ignoring everyone in the kitchen and heading straight for the track, grabbing the bike with the bright orange “93” plastered on front.

It’s the best way to shut his mind off, it’s just him and the track, the bike being a direct extension of his body.

He completes ten, twelve, fifteen laps then he slips, bike flying out of his hands and his body tumbling down in the dirt.

His arm hurts, but his brain aches more.

Finished finished finished.

He goes to grab the bike to climb on it again when he feels a pair of arms around his body. Vale.

“Are you ok Marc? Do I need to grab your painkillers? I’ll help you back on the bike if-” the older one gets cut off harshly by Marc, who has pain in his eyes

“I can still do things Valentino you know?”

He's angry, his tone bitter and his words harsh.

He’s not like that and Vale knows, he’s tender when they speak, they’ve hurt each other way too much already to be cruel to one another now.

Vale has a concerned expression painted on his face, his eyes quickly running to Marc’s right arm, then to his face again.

“Let me get up”

“Ok but-“

“I want to do some other laps let me do them” 

it’s not a plea, or a begging, his voice is resolute and firm.

Vale is visibly worried, but lets him.

He looks as Marc gets back on the bike and restarts, the corner of his eyes caught by Bezz and Celin giggling between themselves.

Marc gets off the bike after one hour, when his body cannot take it anymore and his brain is foggy enough with thoughts about breaking, turning, speeding.

He leaves the bike in the garage, stripping out of his leathers, the only clothing underneath a sleeveless adherent black top, half dirty from soil and grass.

And just when he was convinced to have sedated the thoughts for at least a good few hours his eyes trace the outline of his scar, dead tissue on his arm.

He goes to their bedroom bathroom quickly, to avoid more sensations to overwhelm him, getting into the shower and turning the hot water on, letting it rinse away scenarios where he’s not present in Vale’s future. He spends at least twenty minutes under the water, washing himself carefully and almost trying to clean away the scars littering his body, obviously without succeeding.

As he gets out of the bathroom he’s only wearing a towel around his hips, and he inevitably meets his reflection staring back at him from the mirror.

He wants so desperately to see the 20 year old wonderkid he used to be, but that’s his past. Marc knows time passes for everyone, it takes from you, sometimes more than it should, sometimes it’s harsher on your body and sometimes on your soul.

He isn’t fucking eighty he knows that but still. He’s grown. He’s not the starstruck kid Vale first met and with whom shared many nights during their rivalry.

He’s a grown man now, he looks different, he can see the tiredness in his own eyes, pain sometimes so much it eats his body whole, the same pain which has him stay awake some nights.

And he knows Vale is older than him but Vale is also Vale and no one in their right mind would ever question his capacities or greatness, not even if he was 90.

And like Bezzecchi said he had a taste for youngsters, full of life and ready to do whatever he said as if it was a command.

He used to be one of those, but now…

He hears his name getting called downstairs for dinner, yells back he’s getting dressed and will soon be there.

He avoids the mirror while changing, his body feels wrong every time he tries to look at it, his face transpires the worry sleeping in his chest.

They all eat together, Pecco is there too, he’s getting used to sharing spaces with his future teammate which is good, but Bezzecchi is there too, casting funny glances at his best friend making them both giggle while sometimes looking over at Marc. He speaks maybe four words during the whole dinner, his brain feeling like it’s underwater and needs to be saved from drowning into the abyss.

As they finish eating he helps clean up the table and when he’s proposed to stay and watch a movie he fakes a headache, heading upstairs and leaving the academy to enjoy their time. 

Not even two minutes later he’s in his boxers under the sheets, back turned to the glassy hell his mirror has become.

He hears the door opening and quiet steps making their way to him.

“Ei amore, everything ok?”

Vale’s tone is tender and caring, something which only surfaced once they reconciled, a side of Vale making him humane, not the cold and distant concept of a God Marc still had in the back of his mind.

It was good in a way, but on the other hand it made him feel weak, like he needed to be spoken softly otherwise he would’ve broken like glass. 

“Si, I’m a bit tired and have a headache, can we just…can we just sleep?”

It was the most obvious of the answers, the fakest one, and yet the only one he could give him at that moment.

Valentino nods, taking off his shirt and pants and climbing into bed, Marc laying his head on Vale’s stomach, feeling the man’s hand stroke his curls gently.

Valentino is tired too, he had to follow an event all day and close a contract for VR46, he falls asleep in a half hour, while Marc has his eyes wide open in the darkness of a night lightened only by a pale moon in the distant sky.

He hears his mind speaking again, telling him how he’s not himself anymore, he’s not what Vale wants and he’s not the best Vale can have, because afterall he is THE Valentino Rossi and everyone wants a piece of him and Vale could feel entitled to request a piece of every one just because of who he is.

You’re not the one Vale deserves.

He could have them younger, prettier, faster, better.

He could have someone he can be seen with, with someone he could bring to races and shit like it was normal to do.

He could have someone who didn’t try to fight him so hard back then.

A new rookie maybe, fast, magnetic, idolizing him.

Vale would have every right to just let him go to find someone who doesn’t look so broken, who doesn’t risk getting more and more broken every week.

Perhaps he wants children.

And well for how much you can adopt kids maybe, no surely, Vale wants his kid to look and be like him.

Marc doesn’t cry, but just because he’s too afraid of waking Vale up, and surely seeing him acting so pathetic would be the last straw Vale would need to leave him and go find someone else.

So he doesn’t, he cries a lot internally, he tries to trace every mole on Valenitno’s body because he’s so afraid that in a matter of time he’ll be unable to see him like this again.

or feel the heat of his body next to his own.

Afraid to wake up without the smell of his shampoo or go to sleep missing the pair of arms that are holding him at this moment.

He manages to fall asleep after more than an hour, thoughts feasting on his brain like worms on a carcass, the same word echoing endlessly in his mind.

useless

He wakes up to an empty bed, no sign of Valentino in the room whatsoever, and he imagines his life could become like this in a matter of time.

He doesn’t understand how those little comments managed to get under his skin so much, he had never been the one to take those things to heart because…

because he had never actually believed any of that shit talk before.

But now he’s the first one to think that, the first to indulge on it. 

He can feel a sense of inadequacy crawling in bed with him, wrapping his hands around his throat and slowly depriving him of the chance to breathe.

It’s burning and it hurts like hell, it’s ugly.

He scrambles to the bathroom, throwing up bent over the toilet, coughing and sniffing like during the worst hangover of his life.

He can make out rushed steps coming to the door, Valentino crouching down to level himself with Marc, stroking his hair and back, worry painted in his eyes.

“Marc, do you want me to get you something? Are you ok?”

Weak, undeserving, not enough

That fuckin voice doesn’t shut up goddamnit, it haunts his mind and poisons everything coming in close contact with him.

What if it can poison Vale?

What if by standing so close to Marc he’ll end up being corrupted by this voice?

No no no, he’d rather suffer alone and watch Vale be happy with someone else rather than seeing him hurting.

Because that’s what Marc is when it comes to who he loves.

Selfless, adoring and ready to let go, because he knows he’s not an easy person to put up with so he never pushes.

“No I’m ok I just didn’t digest dinner well that’s all”

“Marc”

“I told you it was yesterday’s dinner Vale, I’m already feeling better, see?”

And he smiles, the fake PR smile Vale has seen hundreds of times, he could recognise Marc’s true smile in a crowd full of people, his laugh in a room filled with clowns and most of all he could recognise Marc hurting in a massacre.

His eyes are lifeless, a veil of something trapping the joy and happiness inside, not letting them see the sun.

“Marc tell me what’s going on because you’re not ok and I am not letting you leave the room until you’ve told me what’s happening”

“I decide if I can get out of the room or not Vale, you’re not my mom, I told you i’m ok so let me go thank you”

Vale wants to stop him but he knows it would be worse, Marc would shut down and respond robotically to questions he dreads to know the real answer to.

“Marc. I won’t force you ok? But please tell me what’s going on, you look-”

“I know what I look like there’s no need to tell me”

Marc thinks of old, spent, expired, outdated. 

All different words to mean only one thing.

undesirable.

And weak.

He fucking threw up in front of Vale, he almost had tears in his eyes, he had to come up with his fake smile he knew Vale would recognise, he’s so fucking stupid god how can he act like that and hope to still have a chance in keeping Vale.

He gets past him, putting on a pair of joggers and a short sleeved shirt of his and walks out the room, grabbing his biker boots and protective jacket by the entrance and putting them on, ignoring the boys sitting in the living room looking at him with curiosity.

Probably he yelled before, and they heard him.

Amazing.

He slams the door shut behind him and goes to grab his street bike.

Once he’s put the helmet on he’s alone. 

Truly alone.

No other voices or sounds, not even the one in his head.

It’s quiet, like one of the earliest nights he remembers sharing with Valentino, the one in Aragon perhaps, or the many in between races when they could wander off in one of Vale’s secret spots and share everything, even the silence.

He starts the bike and goes for a ride, a long one, he didn’t bring his phone with him so he doesn't know how long precisely.

He comes back home once he’s hungry and beginning to feel tired.

Once again he doesn’t dwell on the academy boys watching him, he can only imagine what they’re saying.

He doesn’t let the thoughts come to him this time though, he just heads straight for the shower and gets ready for lunch.

Vale is an amazing cook, he prepared something that smells delicious, but Marc can’t eat more than half a plate before already feeling nauseous.

He eats everything anyway, he doesn’t want to upset Vale more, so he forces every fork until he clears the plate.

“Vale” it’s Bezzecchi’s voice, he has a strange tone to it “how’s Pedro? didn’t you say he should come to the ranch soon? To see what he’s capable of off track?”

Marc doesn’t want to suppose things, but the way he says the last sentence sends shivers down his spine

20, fast, starstruck by Vale, not half covered in scars.

Check, check, check, check.

The qualities Bezzecchi talked about a few weeks prior are all part of Pedro.

Marc excuses himself from the table for the second time in a row, feeling bad about doubting Vale but also not holding him responsible if that came up to be the case.

He had said it himself he was now the past of MotoGP, and Pedro the future.

Bezzecchi cackles from the table, Celestino elbows him in his ribcage, earning a harsh stare from his friend.

Vale just sits at the table, looking in the direction Marc had disappeared to, trying to understand what was going on with his boyfriend, because he truly has no idea and is scared something had happened outside of the peace of the Ranch, maybe someone finding out about them and threatening Marc to reveal their relationship to the public.

He decides to leave him alone for a while, maybe he’s just not used to having all these people around all the time and needs his space, a moment alone to quiet down his brain.

He spends the afternoon with the boys, racing around the track, checking and analyzing data and talking about Bezz’s newfound harmony with Aprilia.

The clock hits eight pm and they’re all hungry as hell, so the boys quickly make their way to the bedrooms to take their showers and change, since they also decided to go out tonight for a party held by one of Bezz’s DJ friends.

Meanwhile Marc had stayed in the room the whole time, spending half of it crying his eyes out because he couldn’t stop thinking about what if Valentino actually decided to break up with him again and the feeling of emptiness he would feel eventually.

The other half he spent it trying to understand how to make himself look younger for Vale, which clothes to wear, how to act, to talk, to lie when his arm hurt while they were having sex.

Fucking pathetic

He wishes he could tear his brain outside of his skull, anything not to hear that sharp voice commenting his every move and look, he just wants the world inside his mind to shut the hell up and leave him be, at least for a few hours, just that.

A few hours where he doesn’t have to worry about being abandoned by the one person he loves more than life.

A few hours where he can love himself again.

But his brain doesn’t concede him neither those few hours, it’s a machine programmed to drive him insane, unstoppable.

Vale knocks on the door, he recognises their passcode, never changed during all those years spent together.

“Dinner is in five minutes, are you coming?”

“Yes yes, just let me get dressed and I’ll be there”

“Ok, see you downstairs amore”

It cuts deep, the bug whispering in his ear the word amore is just a way to keep him close for need, not driven by real feelings.

He comes down two minutes later, a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt he stole from Vale not so long ago, still smelling like him.

He smiles softly at the man, sitting beside him, across Pecco, who greets him with a nod.

The boys eat in a rush, not speaking a word, apparently they were supposed to meet some other guys by nine and they’re never going to make it on time.

They practically absorb their food and are out the door in twenty minutes, in Luca’s car off to the bar they set as a rendez-vous point.

And so he and Vale are left alone.

He doesn't know how long it’s been since the last time they were completely alone, not even that annoying guard dog of Uccio staining the environment.

“You’re really beautiful tonight amore”

Lie

“My shirt looks really pretty on you, makes you look smaller”

He doesn’t actually like it

“Want to go upstairs?”

He just needs a release, not you.

“Yeah sure” he’s convincing, Vale doesn’t seem to notice his body twitching when his fingers touch his arm.

They reach their bedroom, Vale guiding Marc towards the bed, hands running under the stolen shirt to go catch on his abs, fingers looking for a strong grip.

They share a sweet kiss, nothing like the ones shared after their battles on track, quick, charged and filled with need.

 Marc knows Vale wants those back, not these ones, too plain and domestic for him to ever like.

So he tries to pull the switch, biting at Vale’s lip, pressing himself against him, backing up until his body is caged between the wall and Valentino, who looks rather surprised at the sudden change of attitude.

“Fuck me Vale come on” it feels dirty, demanding, but that was exactly like he was back then, and he so desperately needs to feel like that again.

Vale’s lips are on his neck, biting and sucking hard, matching Marc’s tone.

It’s not what he wants, it’s what Vale wants.

And that is enough for him, he’ll just try to enjoy what was probably going to be one of the last nights together, and he didn’t want Valentino to resent him for it too.

He’ll just have to relax, think about Vale’s happiness and take it.

After one particularly harsh bite he winces, but so quickly Vale cannot register it while dragging him to bed.

The grip on his wrist is strong, possessive, needy.

It’s what Vale wants, stop being fucking selfish and let him have it.

The voice is right, he cannot be selfish and wish for Vale to stick around out of pity.

He needs to earn his lover back, who cares if he has to do things he doesn’t want to do?

In the end it’s all for love.

He lets Valentino undress him, sharp teeth attacking his nipple, making him moan loudly, he’s exaggerating a bit his actions but it’s for a good cause. 

He keeps repeating to himself this is ok to do, he really wants to please Vale, it’s not bad, he used to like the sharpness and rush of adrenaline that came with battling on track so why should this be different?

He feels Vale’s hand cupping him through his boxers and he thrusts his hips up, eyes closed and hands gripping both on Vale’s hair and back, keeping him there.

“You smell so good Marc, never going to let you go”

And that’s where Marc loses his battle with himself.

He tries to keep it in but a sob comes out anyway, a tear rolling out of his eye and ending up on the pillow underneath his head.

And Vale knows Marc. He knows the difference between a sob due to pleasure and this.

This is not Marc enjoying it so much he cries, this is Marc not enjoying it at all.

He stops, getting up and sitting in front of Marc who has his eyes closed, hands balled into fists and his mouth shut in a rigid and thin line.

He’s fucked it up, he let his own feelings ruin everything again.

He doesn’t want to look at Vale, to see the disappointment and displeasure which surely the older has in his eyes right now.

He can’t bear to see how pathetic he is in Valentino’s eyes.

You ruined it for him, good job.

His head echoes with this thought, he was almost there, so close to faking it perfectly but he had to fucking cry.

He didn’t even cry in front of Vale when he told the world he hated him and he should be off the sport, but he cries for this.

“Marc?” Valentino’s voice is filled with something, it sounds like concern, fear almost.

“Marc, would you open your eyes?” no he can’t he fucking can’t because they’re filled with tears that are just going to spill out if he does, he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want Vale to see him weak and scarred and broken.

“Amore please, what’s going on? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry if I did just please open your eyes and tell me”

There, now Vale even thinks it’s his own fault, amazing, really fucking amazing, another step towards separation.

Vale is so fucking worried right now, Marc is practically crying in front of him, trying to hold his tears in to seem tough but his body is shivering and his lips already trembling.

If he seriously went overboard and hurt him he’s going to punch himself in the face, he would never want to wound Marc.

“Amore?” It sounds like a plea, and it is, he’s begging for an answer, because he has to know what he’s done wrong.

Was he too harsh? Too demanding? Did he hurt his arm? How many possible things may he have done wrong? 

Marc gathers what little forces he has left and props himself up, sitting on the bed and opening his eyes, but he doesn’t look at Vale.

He wouldn’t be able to see him even if he wanted to, tears clouding his vision and falling on the bed.

Vale grabs the shirt he discarded earlier on the bed, the one with a wrinkled 46 printed in front in a now not so bright yellow font.

“You’re shivering Marc put this on, you’ll get sick if you don’t” he lets Vale dress him, he feels like he doesn’t have control on his body and it makes him go insane.

He always needs to have control, otherwise how can he handle reality?

He finally manages to look up at Vale, and the man can see the pain rooted deep into his stare, and he aches.

He aches because how could he not notice how much Marc was truly hurting? His eyes look like the ones he had back in 2014, after the press conference where he first broke his heart.

God that stare, the haunted gaze he had that day, it will haunt him forever.

A kid, he was a kid and he managed to kill him.

And now he looks like that kid again. Confused, hurt, crushed and dead.

“I-I’m sorry I ruined it Vale, I didn’t mean to I-” he stops, a hiccup interrupting his words “I can’t I’m not what you need right now and I get it” What was he saying? What does he mean not what Vale needed? He is everything Vale needs and way more than what he deserves.

“I just…I thought I could at least still let you have this but I can’t even fucking bring myself to ignore myself for this while”

Vale is so confused right now, because he doesn’t understand. Why is Marc talking like he’s going to fucking die in a minute? Why should he ignore himself? 

He has so many questions but he cannot even pose one, his lips sealed by incredulity.

And Marc on the other hand feels like he isn’t even deserving of an answer, he wants to scream and cry and beg Vale for a chance, but he doesn’t.

Finally Vale manages to speak up, the feeling of instability being suppressed by the need to understand what was killing Marc’s mind.

“Marc, what are you saying? let me have what? you didn’t ruin everything and what’s with the 'I'm not what you need’ thing?”

It looks so real to Marc now, the concern and the preoccupation radiating from Vale.

You failed him, you just had to shut up and endured and you fai-

For the first time this week he manages to shut the voice up, sending it back to the hell it came from long enough to be aware of the fact Vale really cares about him.

He breaks down, crying in front of the man he loves for the first time.

It’s ugly and messy, and he’s fuckinging exhausted, he wants to hold Vale, he wants to be held by him, he needs to feel at home.

And even if he doesn’t say that explicitly Vale gets it, he throws his arms around the boy, keeping him there for a while, not bothering to check how long, he places him on his lap, Marc’s ruffled hair tickling his neck as he continues sobbing into his collarbone, shoulders shivering at every sound.

He gets his head up from Vale’s neck, and fixes his gaze on Vale’s.

“Please Vale promise me you won’t leave me for someone younger and prettier, because I know you could do that anytime if you wanted because you deserve it but please don’t, I know I’m not beautiful like before and that I’m broken now and that you should be with someone who doesn’t hurt himself every week and I know I can’t do what I did before in bed but I swear I’ll try to do it again, and and I get it you could have anyone because you’re you but I only want you please please I love you I can’t let you go I need to be with you I know it’s so pathetic and dumb but I beg of you don’t leave me”

He rushes his words out, one attached to the other not caring anymore if he sounds weak, his face is now completely wet with tears and Vale’s shirt is soaked as well, but he doesn’t care, it feels like he let go of an enormous weight and is finally free.

Vale's answer comes like a helping hand to a drowning person, the hand that grabs yours and drags you out of the angry waves keeping you underwater, your lungs burning.

“Marc I- I don’t even know where to start I mean…why would I ever leave you if you’re the best thing I ever got the chance to have in my life? Why would I need someone younger when I have you and how could I want someone prettier when no one’s more perfect than you?

You’re right you’re not as beautiful as before, you’re far more breathtaking now, and you’re everything but broken, do you think that just because you fell and injured yourself you aren’t attractive to me anymore? Those scars symbolize you never giving up. They are one of the most attractive things you have, amore.

Marc I don’t care if we cannot have that rushed sex we used to have when we raced together, I love what we do now, I adore it, I feel much more connected to you, back then it was adrenaline and desire, now it’s love and need, I wouldn’t trade it for any sum on money in the world you must know this, I would never want to hurt you or force you to have sex with me if it hurts you, ok?

And I don’t fucking care I am who I am, or the fact I could have anyone else because 

I. have. you. 

And you’re the only one I want or need or dream about sharing my life with, you get it?

I love you Marc Marquez and I’ll be damned if I let these thoughts get to you and make you act like that.

I’m never going to leave unless you want me to, because I already left once and I hurt you and myself and I cannot go through it again. 

It was the worst period of my life because I looked for you every night and you weren’t there, because of me.

I should be the on worrying about you leaving me because of what I did, never never never the opposite” 

And now Vale is crying too, his eyes holding onto Marc’s gaze like his life depends on it, like he needs an answer to breathe again, because he too feels like he’s drowning and being brought to safety by his lover.

“You still love me? You swear?” It sounds so feeble and desperate Vale wants to open his chest with his bare hands and gift Marc his heart as proof of his love, because the only way he could doubt his love for him would be Vale not showing it enough, not doing everything the boy needed to feel loved.

“Of course I still love you Marc, I never stopped, and I never will, I want to share my whole life with you, you are my star and I will never let you say those things about yourself again, got it?”

“Even if I’m older now? I’ve got scars and lines and I look-”

“You look perfect. Listen I know I said I don’t believe in therapy and all that shit but I just- it’s just I didn’t like what they told me there and I decided to shit on it, but it actually helped me realize I still loved you and if you need to go there to understand how much I love you I’ll pay for it, I’ll bring you to your appointments and I’ll accept whatever outcome you get from it”

It feels good now, to Marc. It’s like he got dragged out of a stormy ocean onto a tropical beach, sunny, warm, quiet and calm.

Quiet.

No wretched voice demonizing or belittling him, just Vale, the only other presence on his dream beach, so close to him he can feel their hearts beating in unison.

He locks his fingers with Vale’s, a soft smile forming on his lips.

“Yeah I- I want to go, because I don’t want to feel like this again, I need to free my mind. Do you understand me? It’s so full it feels like it’s going to explode”

Yes, Vale knows. He’s gone through it more than he likes to admit, and he just nods, pulling Marc even closer, pressing a sweet kiss on his forehead, feeling the boy relax under his touch.

Marc tilts his head, looking up at Vale, and goes to plant a soft kiss on the man’s lips.

No rush, no lust, nothing except deep love and trust, a feeling of peace hovering over the couple who drifts to sleep together, Marc being able to dream of a beautiful snippet of his life with Vale, them together at the Ranch, not worrying anymore about hiding because Marc is retired and nobody will say anything, Stitch and Shira running after a kid with big blue eyes in the garden, the academy boys discussing who’s the favorite uncle.

Marc and Valentino holding hands, Marc’s head on Vale’s shoulder as they look at the little  girl laughing, playing with the dogs and the grass.

It’s domestic, soft, and quiet.

So quiet.

The only sound being the laughter coming from their friends and families and the dogs panting behind the buzzing girl.

She looks like Vale.

She calls him and Marc picks her up, she smiles, they’re happy.

There’s no need to worry anymore, Vale never left him, Marc neither, they went through Marc’s insecurities together, they didn’t let go of eachother.

In the real world Valentino is smiling, putting Marc to bed, covering him with their sheets, dreaming of the same thing. 

A life, a future with Marc.

[indicafaeries]

morning sesh

ryan dunn x gn!reader

warnings: uhhh like weed smoking, swearing, all that good stuff

going camping w/ the gang and having a lil morning sesh with your boyfie

fluff

a/n: hi this is my first time writing fanfic in ages so please leave me some feedback, i hope that you all like it!! i do apologise if it’s bad or short, i write this in a manic episode while high😭😭

you stretch feeling your boyfriend sit up in your shared sleeping bag, the the warm orange hues of the sunrise permeating into the tent. “sorry babe i didn’t mean to wake you” ryan says, his voice rough having only woken up a few moments ago, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “i was planning to have a little early morning sesh, if you’re awake enough to join that is” he smiles looking down at you chuckling as you sit up hearing the word sesh.

“i’m awake enough” you mumble tiredly, leaning on him. he wraps an arm around you pulling you into him, smelling the soft scent of his shampoo and the forrest outside.

Ryan already had a mix going to your surprise, all he was missing was rolling paper, he rummaged through his bag searching for it. you reached into your pillowcase pulling out a pack of rolling paper covered in heart designs, Ryan looked over at you curiously “they got hearts on them” he smiled laughing at the little design as he snatched them from you. “hey they’re cute” you say defensively, crossing your arms only causing him to laugh more. “calm down, i like em, i too think they’re cute” he said with a smile and he started rolling joints “put on some music but don’t be too loud, i don’t want bam or dico or someone to wake up cause i’ll have to roll more” he added quietly as he watched you pull out your little ipod.

you scroll through some songs before settling on when you were young by the killers, turning it down a little. ryan grinned enjoying your song choice as he hands you a joint, lighting his own. as you reach for the lighter he laughs pulling away from you “ryan” you begin protesting frustratedly but before you can react properly he puts his lit joint to yours as it sits in between your lips, then taking a drag of his own, “yes y/n?” he says with that shit eating grin he always has on his face, “nothing” you say looking back down smiling, your cheeks going a soft pink colour. ryan chuckles as you both sit here, his arm around you as you both smoke your joints, enjoying the music.

“you wanna know something y/n?” ryan smiles softly, the weed starting to take its effect on you both, “what’s that ry?” you murmur looking up at him “you’re so beautiful and i love you so much” he says smiling sweetly still, holding his joint between his fingers as he brushes hair behind your ear. “i love you so much too” you say leaning into his touch as he inhales some of his joint, leaning down to kiss you and blow the smoke into your mouth. you realised everything right now in this moment was perfect, you loved your boyfriend more than anything and he reciprocated that.

suddenly half the tent collapses in, two loud laughs echoing into the tent as you and ryan hear bam speak in a sing song voice while breaking into your tent with dico behind him “you forgot us you bitches.”

[beevean]

Anyway I think I should watch Hazbin Hotel in Italian because I listened to some of the songs and holy shit what is this level of dubbing and adaptation???????? like?? it's actually really damn good???????? bro i am shook

I thought to translate some parts of my fave songs that made me go 👀 the most lol

(the videos have English subs up to Hell's Greatest Dad if you're interested)

Veleno (Poison)

Questa è la vita che mi piace Un altro amante e tante telecamere E l’illusione di scegliere

Translation:

This is the life I like Another lover and so many cameras And the illusion of choice

The last verse coupled with the visual of the actors hits much harder, IMO. I also like how we already start with Angel's denial that no, really, he loves this life!

Tu sei il mio veleno Dammi il tuo veleno Non posso farne a meno Mi scivola in gola e va giù Veleno, ne sono pieno Anche questa notte per me forse è l’ultima

Translation:

You are my poison Give me your poison I can't give up on it It goes down my throat Poison, I'm full of it This night as well might be the last one for me

In English, Angel is just saying that Valentino feeds him poison and he's addicted to it. In Italian, he's outright asking for it. Also, Angel is afraid every night that he might die for the abuse?????

Mentire è il mio mestiere So sempre quando quel che dico ti piacerà Rinuncio alla mia identità

E l’orgoglio che io ho Fino infondo ingoierò

Translation:

Lying is my job I always know when you'll like what I say I renounce to my identity

And I will swallow My own pride

It's one thing to get good at lying, and another to do it for a living.

Also I prefer the bridge in this version to the English one. We know he's swallowing poison by this point. It's more poignant to add that he's also swallowing his own pride and dignity.

(related to this, during his breakdown with Husk in the hotel, I adore that they translated "Do you know how much I'm worth?" with "Ma lo sai quanto costo?". To be worth in English could also refer to his general status, but in Italian, it can only be intended as his price as a prostitute. Man.)

Muoio, è troppo il veleno Anche se tu mi riempi non sono pieno Del veleno, così mi avveleno Questa notte spero soltanto che sia l’ultima

Translation:

I'm dying, the poison is too much Even if you fill me up I'm not full Of poison, I'm going to get poisoned I only wish this night will be my last one

... do I need to say anything? :( Riccardo Suarez is just. man. He's the perfect counterpart to Blake Roman.

Not much to point out about Fai Schifo, Baby, except that Husk says "Baby, I like you this way" and Angel Dust calls him "love" :) a bit more seriously, "fare schifo" sounds much harsher to me than "you suck", which would be the closer translation - it more literally means "to be disgusting". I really hope the Italian fandom is not as discourse-happy as the English one :^)

(also "passivello da bordello" cracks me up just as much as "power bottom at rock bottom" dhsjfhsdk it literally means "a little bottom from a brothel" but it sounds good 😭)

Il Papà Migliore Dell'Inferno (Hell's Greatest Dad)

Lucifer calls Alastor "sguattero" which is a pretty dispregiative word for "busboy" lmao, more like "scullion".

Chi è che da sempre c'è? Chi da sempre ha fede in te? Chi trasforma tutto in cabaret? L'assistente alla regia? Proprio io, il demone Che ha dato il nome all'Hazbin Hotel Inoltre ti ho sturato la toilette Proprio oggi, grazie tante

Translation:

Who has always been here? Who has always believed in you? Who turns everything into a cabaret? The assistant director? That's right, it's me, the demon Who named the Hazbin Hotel Also I unclogged your toilet Just today, thank you so much

Very interesting that now Alastor's nun cosplay directly refers to his faith in Charlie, and not just his loyalty to the hotel :)

Also nice touch that he once again gives himself credit for the name of the hotel lol, he really hated that Lucifer didn't like it

And personally I love the effect of his voice - it's different from the og dub, and it reminds me of the earliest Disney movies Italian dubs, it's nostalgic <3

Quindi Non Sai (You Didn't Know)

Tutto qui, Sera? Charlie, non esagerare No! Vuoi di più, Sera? Non vedi che un demone può amare? Se è così salvate un'anima Che altrimenti sempre brucerà

Translation:

Is that all, Sera? Charlie, don't go overboard No! Do you want more, Sera? Don't you see that a demon can love? If that's so save a soul That otherwise will burn forever

I just like a lot more how this comes across :) it's more accusatory and also it straight up says that a demon can not only improve, but love.

Another miscellaneous lines that I prefer are "Ora la bimba lo sa!" ("Now the girlie knows!") over "Now the cat's out of the bag", because Lute is an asshole; "È questo quello che mi disgusta!" ("This is what disgusts me!") over "That's what the fuck I've been saying!" because it's a more elegant emphasis; and "Come mai nascondi che tu hai le ali come noi?" ("Why do you hide that you have wings just like us?") because it's more evocative and even more cruel since Vaggie actually got her wings ripped out.

Finale

Trascino fin qui Quel resta di me Ma la morte so che Mi voleva per se Se pensano che sarei morto da eroe Mi dispiace, ma no, sono tutte bugie Io bramo soltanto la mia libertà Dal contratto che storpia la mia volontà E quando le ali io dispiegherò Finalmente il mondo piegherò

translation:

I drag here What's left of me But I know that death Wanted me for itself If they think I would die as a hero I'm sorry but they're all lies I only long for my freedom From the contract that distorts my will And when I'll unfold my wings Finally I will bend the world

First of all, Nanni Baldini is slaying just as much as Riccardo Suez in the emotional department bro what is that voice. But most importantly, "From the contract that distorts my will". This is much more poignant than the English version, and it paints Alastor as not only a puppet, but really as if part of him is acting against his own will. man.

[sciatu]

CERAMICA DI SANTO STEFANO DI CAMASTRA

Anche oggi non ti ho detto che ti amo, Preso dagli affanni del giorno, dal leccare la vita per capirne ipocrisie e falsità, ho dimenticato di dirti che ti amo. O meglio, nel silenzio del giorno e nel nulla dei suoi attimi, non ho trovato tra le sue ombre e le parole vuote del mondo, il momento giusto per parlare al tuo cuore, per dirti di quanto ci lega, per confessare quello che ferma il tempo per creare un istante, un minuto delle nostre vere vite. Non volevo sconsacrare le parole che dovevo dirti, non volevo svendere il tesoro che mi doni, liquidare tutto nella banalità del quotidiano, per amarti per contratto, o glorificarti per noia. Non volevo svendere per poco, quello che sarebbe diventato il senso del giorno, nascondere tra consigli per gli acquisti e stragi degli innocenti, l’unico respiro dell’anima mia. Era troppo importante, anche se era naturale, era troppo semplice anche se è un giuramento quotidiano fatto alla tua vita perché sia la mia vita. È troppo banale sprecare quello che vuol dire amarti, è infantile ripeterlo, è assurdo pretenderlo anche se è necessario confermarlo ogni giorno, scriverlo nell’aria che ci divide, sognarlo nelle nostre notti, scambiarcelo nelle nostre carni, così che i nostri corpi siano il forziere, la vigna ed il mare di quello che proviamo, dell’ebrezza che ci scambiamo, delle emozioni su cui navighiamo. Un altro giorno muore senza averti detto che ti amo, Un altro giorno scivolato via senza sapore, diventato un anonimo giorno di pieno inverno, dove non vi sono colori, il sole è malato, il vento impazzisce e il mare diventa nemico. Eppure lo so, lo so bene, che solo quando ti dico che ti amo, il tempo ha un altro sapore, i miei affanni si sciolgono e tu mi rivesti con i sorrisi della primavera. Perché l’amore è un assegno in bianco che qualcuno ti dà e che tu devi spendere il giorno stesso perché domani non avrà più lo stesso valore e nessuno ti potrà garantire che domani ce ne sarà uno eguale. Un assegno gratuito che devi spendere in quel momento scrivendo il valore che tu dai a chi te lo ha dato. Ma se scrivi troppo o troppo poco, sei tu dopo, che dovrai pagare il doppio della cifra che hai scritto. Per questo, non dirti oggi che ti amo, è tenersi in mano quell’assegno incapace di spenderlo, incapace di sognare, incapace di volare, incapace di trasformare il grigiore dei palazzi in un intimo paradiso

Even today I didn't tell you that I love you, Caught up in the worries of the day, in licking life to understand its hypocrisies and falsehoods, I forgot to tell you that I love you. Or rather, in the silence of the day and in the nothingness of its moments, I didn't find among its shadows and the empty words of the world, the right moment to speak to your heart, to tell you how much binds us, to confess what stops time to create an instant, a minute of our true lives. I didn't want to desecrate the words I had to say to you, I didn't want to sell off the treasure you give me, liquidate everything in the banality of everyday life, to love you by contract, or glorify you out of boredom. I didn't want to sell off for a little, what would have become the meaning of the day, hide among shopping tips and massacres of innocents, the only breath of my soul. It was too important, even if it was natural, it was too simple even if it is a daily oath made to your life for it to be my life. It is too banal to waste what it means to love you, it is childish to repeat it, it is absurd to demand it even if it is necessary to confirm it every day, to write it in the air that divides us, to dream it in our nights, to exchange it in our flesh, so that our bodies are the treasure chest, the vineyard and the sea of ​​what we feel, of the intoxication we exchange, of the emotions we sail on. Another day dies without having told you that I love you, Another day slipped away without flavor, become an anonymous day in the middle of winter, where there are no colors, the sun is sick, the wind goes crazy and the sea becomes an enemy. And yet I know, I know well, that only when I tell you that I love you, time has another flavor, my worries melt away and you dress me with the smiles of spring. Because love is a blank check that someone gives you and that you have to spend that same day because tomorrow it will no longer have the same value and no one can guarantee you that tomorrow there will be an equal one. A free check that you have to spend at that moment by writing the value that you give to the one who gave it to you. But if you write too much or too little, it is you later, who will have to pay double the amount you wrote. For this, not telling you today that I love you, is holding that check in your hand incapable of spending it, incapable of dreaming, incapable of flying, incapable of transforming the grayness of the buildings into an intimate paradise

[jackasswhre]

...okay ..... how about y/n and the boys and the crew are filming a episode of viva la bam what if bam gets jealous you can decide why jealous bam lives rent fee in my mind broo😭*💜

hiiiiii, this is my first time writing a oneshot/imagine/fic type of thing so bear with me here lmao. i hope its okay :) (also its insanely short im so so so sorry about that)

"I'm not jealous" Bam Margera x reader

It had taken you so long but the tree top casino was finally built and the people Bam had invited had slowly started showing up. As you were getting ready Bam came up behind you. "You look gorgeous" he said while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm wearing the blandest oufit ever but thank you" he turned you towards him and looked at you "Babe, you look amazing in anything you wear... Now come on I think everyone's here". You got to the casino and the cameras started rolling, everyone was drinking and having a good time.

Throughout the night you noticed some guy staring at you. At first it was just a few quick glances so you thought it was nothing. But then it got to the point that you noticed him everytime you went to a different part of the bar. You got out of the bar and walked into the woods for a bit to cool down because the bar had gotten weirdly hot. You had only taken a few steps when you felt somebody watching you. Turning around you noticed the same guy, now also out of the bar, talking to somebody while staring at you.

As quickly made your way back into the bar, you spotted Bam talking to Ryan and Dico. Once you reached them Bam put an arm over your shoulders. "You okay?" he asked "Yeah", he didn't seem that convinced but took your word for it. While hanging out with them you noticed him constantly looking over his shoulder. The rest of the night went pretty smoothly, other than the fact that the guy still didn't stop staring even though Bam was next to you.

The filming eventually ended and everyone started either going home or into their rooms. As you and Bam started getting ready for bed you noticed that he seemed a bit confused and maybe even slightly annoyed. "What's on your mind?" you asked him "Nothing... It's just that uhh that guy tonight- I mean you noticed him too right?" "Yeah I did. What? You jealous?" he looked almost insulted at your teasing. "I'm not jealous. He was a total creep.". "You're right, he was.... But you're still jealous" it's almost like your words flipped a switch in him as he tackled you to the bed and pretty much sat on top of you. "Take it back" he said, slightly out of breath. "Never" you giggled as he started tickling you. "TAKE IT BACK" "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'M SORRY", he got off of you, laughing his ass off as always.

Bam got into bed while you were still changing. "I'm sorry I didn't do anything about him" he says, suddenly feeling a bit guilty. "It's alright. It wasn't your fault" "I know but i could've done something" "Bam, sweetheart listen to me, I don't blame you, it's completely fine. I love you" "I love you too sweetheart"

[babybammargera]

Home sweet home

Fluffy Bam x reader

You had been out of town for a few weeks meaning you'd been away from your boyfriend and friends, sure they're chaotic but God did you miss them the entire time away. You called April about an hour ago to tell her you were almost home and apparently that message got to the boys. You pull into Bams driveway and Bam Dico Ryan and Raab practically stampede of the house before you even put the car in park and as soon as you get out of the car you're suffocated in hugs from all of them. "Have you been skating? You guys reek but I missed you so I'll deal with it." You eventually squeeze out of the group hug only to throw your arms around Bam glad to finally be back home to your favorite idiot, "I missed you so much Bammy." You kiss his cheek and he grabs your chin pulling your face to his kissing you on the lips, "I haven't seen you in forever I wanted a real kiss." You roll your eyes, "how did you survive without me." Bam grabs your bags and everyone files back into the house. Dico answers your question sitting down at the counter, "He whined and texted you the whole time." He wasn't wrong, if you weren't on a call with Bam he was texting you the whole trip because he missed you. "Awww Bam Bam" He rolls his eyes and yells for his mom, so she can say hi to you before he steals you away from everyone so he can have all your attention. You hug his mom and she tells you she's making your favorite dinner. "Sounds good Ape. I'm happy to be home." As soon as your conversation with April is over you're dragged to the livingroom where Bam insists on cuddling and watching a movie to make up for the movie nights you missed while away from home. And by cuddling and a movie I mean you laying practically on top of Bam exhausted and trying not to fall asleep while he tells you what you missed while you were gone. Key word trying, you take a small nap as your boyfriend and his friends ramble on until dinner, only for them to continue excitedly telling you stories all throughout the meal which makes you even happier to be home. Later Bam runs you a bath so you can relax before bed and after the long hot bath you pull on one of his shirts and pj pants and climb into bed to enjoy your boyfriends cuddles, "you know the guys are gonna complain that I stole you away right after dinner and they didn't get to hang with you." You shrug and snuggle closer to him thankful to be back home in bed with the tattooed boy you love, "I know but Im exhausted and I wanna just have a few hours with you after being gone. They'll get their turn to annoy me tomorrow but right now I need some Bammy time ya know." He smiles and kisses you softly, "I love you idiot." You roll your eyes at him and kiss him back, "I love you too stink boy now let's get some sleep."

[ghostxpup]

could you maybe do a story of everyone in the cky crew just chilling and having fun while you sit with bam and he’s being all sweet towards you and the others try and make fun of him.

love your writing <3333

Thank you so much 😭 I loved this request! (sorry the ending is ass) <3

Requests are always open

Me & You (Bam Margera x Reader)

It was a super rainy day in West Chester, so you and all of Bam’s friends were stuck inside for the day.

All his friends were currently being loud and running around the house, while you and bam were sitting on the couch next to each other smoking weed and giggling over dumb shit.

Bam is super flirty when he's high, so he suddenly moves you, so you're sitting on his lap “you're so cute babe” you heard him whisper in your ear, you giggle loudly and hit him in the chest lightly “shut up bam” his grip on your waist got tighter, and he's nuzzling his face into your neck.

Ryan and Dico come and sit right next to you, both smiling widely at you, and Bam.

“What do you two assholes want?” Bam said to them slightly glaring, “Oh, just wanted to see what you two lovers were up too” Ryan said loudly making everyone else come and sit around you and Bam. Bam sighed loudly and looked around, “Can you all go away? I’m trying to spend some time with my girlfriend” Bam said annoyed. You ended up moving, so you were sitting next to Bam as he started to throw pillows and whatever else he could find at his friends. Bam grabs your hand and pulls you to his bedroom, “let's get away from these assholes”. 

You and Bam spent the rest of the day in his room playing video games.

[bambimargera]

Netflix and Chilling with CKY(fluff)

what you'd do and what you'd watch

Dico:

Some really stupid mystery/thriller movie. He’d definitely voice over every characters lines if he thinks it’s stupid or boring. His favourite would be if a dead body was shown on screen, expect to hear a random voiced freestyle rap on how the person may have died, regardless of the persons gender

When he picked you up would’ve stopped at WaWa or Target and he paid for all of your snacks, he secretly loves watching you behave like a kid in a candy store

He’d make you sit in between his legs while watching the movie, insists on having his arms wrapped around you. Will eat his snacks over your shoulder and lick up the crumbs that fall onto your neck

Raab:

Always insists on making blanket forts with you for movie nights. Loves being able to cuddle in complete privacy, he can strip you down and still watch the movie while being warm and snuggly

Makes sure you’re comfy and have everything you might need before pressing play, he’s an anxious and caring boy

Definitely wants to watch a horror movie so he can hold onto you when he’s scared, but he pretends that he’s protecting you from being scared

Expect to have all the snacks and drinks ready in the fort. This man is lazy and loves candy, I bet he buys in bulk and you’ll never have a shortage. He’d probably order a pizza for you guys too

Bam:

It’s never planned. He will show up at your house (or work) and drag you out saying it’s an emergency. Takes you to WaWa and leads you through each aisle demanding you pick up at least one thing from each

Once he’s dragged you into the castle, you’d notice that the floor is littered with pillows, blankets, and new stuffed animals all for you

Couldn’t care less about what movie you wanna watch, but secretly hopes you’ll pick something romantic so he can put the moves on you

Definitely wants to be held as much as he wants to hold you, so expect a big tantrum if you only wanna be little spoon.

Novak:

Picks you up and takes you to WaWa for snacks, makes you pay for them because “I paid for gas babe.”

Will watch literally anything you want as long as he can have you sitting on his lap, but really loves watching true crime documentaries with you. If it’s related to drugs, he’ll tell you if he thinks the criminal is smart-or if he would’ve been his friend back in the day

90% of the time he falls asleep while you’re on his lap, his head on your shoulder and arms around your waist. When he wakes up he’ll go on about what a great movie it was, and how you guys need to do movie nights more often- what little liar

Dunn:

Calls you from a gas station on the way to your house to ask you what you want. Doesn't like to take you into the store because he thinks you take too long deciding- and will hang up on you if you take too long on the phone

Also doesn't really care what you watch, but will only suggest comedys. He loves sneaking glimpses of you smiling or laughing at the screen

Wants to sit beside you on the couch under a blanket, his version of domestic bliss

[ckygetsjobs]

actually crying over this I hate Dico’s fucking ass 

[ask-alphabetboyluvr]

HOLLY LOOKKKK 💖

sorry for my coloring buttt THE LIGHT CAUGHT ON TO THE MINI DISCO BALLS A FEW WEEKS BACK I FORGOT TO SHOW YOUUU

I truly made bd my whole personality pls 😓

it's not much but I really like seeing the dico balls and the cranes hanging, and think I seriously like this little life, bd taught me so much about love it's sooo nice to think about (I'm just delusional)

(anyway the disco balls were on sale during Christmas last year lmfaoo they're ornaments idc idc I saw them and immediately thought BYEOL ! it's so cute, I'm buying x) I really wanna upgrade it to millions of birds hanging from my ceiling tho sob sob

oh my goodness, so perfect!!!!! bd!jk would cry if he saw it!!!!!! his girl and his kids!!!!!!!

i'm in such awe seeing bd integrated into peoples real lives, you've honestly no idea how much this means to me. i might even cry too!!!!

thank you thank you thank you <33

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Hcs of dating chris raab and being a part of cky? Or if you don't do headcannons maybe something short about Halloween with the cky guys!

Be Afraid!

Y/N is (un)lucky enough to spend their Halloween with the Cky guys.

Gn!Reader

1.6k Words

(Fluff)

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, urine, fear

An: Aaaa I had so much fun with this ask!! I always loved Halloween, especially haunted houses, and I think you can definitely tell from this! XD

“Wow…” Bam leaned up against the snack table, eyes on the tv, the orange plastic tablecloth wrinkling under his hand, “That is just re-goddamn-diculous.” He smirked and furrowed his brow unbelievingly, turning to you, the vampire fangs he stuck in glinting in the light from the chandelier. “I mean, who even comes up with this shit?” Popping one of those Pillsbury pumpkin cookies into your mouth, you shrugged, “I dunno. Final Destination’s just like that! They’re makin’ a new one this year too...” The sugar cookie was still warm and gooey in your mouth, the fake vanilla scent filling your nostrils, ”Mmmm. God, tell April she did a great job with these- they’re spectacular.”

“Aaaahh!!” Your head whipped around as you heard a shriek from the kitchen. “Bam!” April called out- you could tell she really was upset at him with how she split his name up into two syllables. He snickered, not assuaging your nerves in the slightest as you created into the kitchen to go see whatever trouble he caused.

There, on the clear plastic middle shelf of the fridge, was the fakest looking severed head you had ever seen. It had to have been stolen from some cosmetology school dumpster and dunked in ketchup, but you could bet April fell for it- you did too for a second before you caught the blank look in its eyes. You couldn't help from snickering as you heard Bam in the other room, cracking up as his mom gave him a few smacks on the arm. What a start to the night.

You made your way over to the kitchen table, laden with solo cups of beer, standing near Ryan and Novak’s team. Novak bounced one of the ping pong balls that Dico Sharpied to look like eyeballs on the dark table, turning to glance at you, “Hey, Y/N! Wanna join? It’s me and Dunn against the mad scientist and the ballerina over there.” He gestured over to Rake and Raab on the other side of the table. Raab sighed, "C'mon, man! Ballerinas are cool!”

“Yeah, and what isn’t is that dick print you’re sportin under that tutu.” Ryan scoffed, receiving an eye roll from across the table. Novak sneakily handed you a ball and you palmed it. Rake came back at him while you were taking aim, glancing over his goofy costume glasses and firing back, “Yeah? And what’re you two, Crest Boy and Pube Face?” Squinting with determination, you gauged the trajectory as you listened to their comical bickering with a smile. “Well, Generic Mad Scientist, I am Evel Kinevil- and a damn sexy one, I may add-” Ryan put his hand on Novak’s shoulder while he bent down close to you, watching your ball bounce off the table, “And he is the Wolf Man.”

You sunk your ball into a plastic cup, beer splashing onto the mahogany. “Yes!!” You leapt up in celebration, giving Novak a hairy palmed high-five straight out of an ‘80s movie. “Don’t worry, Y/N- none of these pubic hairs are mine.” All the guys roared in laughter as you gaged, shaking your hand out in disgust.

Breaking the comotion, you heard a noise from the front door. The door being flung open, hurried steps, followed by the most blood curdling scream you had ever heard. Nobody moved. A moment later, the source of the scream flew into where you were all standing, throwing himself on the floor with a thud- it took a good few moments of his writhing for any of you to recognize it as Dico, clutching a bloody stump.

He almost had you for a second there, as his hysterical screaming morphing into giggles as he pulled his actual hand out of his gold embroidered pirate jacket sleeve. You sighed, leaning with your hands on your knees as the anxiety still remained in your stomach. “Dico!! You asshole!” He still was giggling as you delivered a few smacks to his shoulder as he stumbled up, adjusting his costume. “Hey, that was a good one- you believed it!” The guys giggled at your reaction, “Yeah! Y’damn near gave me a heart attack!”

“Alright, alright! Enough’a the chit chat…” Bam strutted over to the door with bravado, “We have somewhere to be!” Your head turned, looking around at the other guys, who seemed to be as confused as you were. You sighed at his usual dramatic TV star bullshit, “What are you talking about?” Instead of answering your question, he flamboyantly tossed his velvet cape with a flourish, strutting out the door.

“Are you serious?” Dunn pressed the phone to his ear with his shoulder as Bam gave him directions over the line- through it would’ve been just as easy to get them from Mapquest. After about half an hour of driving, night had fallen in the dense Scranton woods you had driven into. The heat in Ryan’s beater car didn’t work too well, so you were both chilled by the cool Pennsylvanian night air as you traversed deeper into the thickets on dusty filled dirt roads that shone in the one working headlight.

Eventually, after you thought you got lost a couple times, you arrived at your destination. Peering past a crowd of people out front, you got a look at your destination, which was some kind of haunted house. The building really looked the part- a decrepit Victorian mansion that’d definitely seen better days. The white portico porch was draped in cheap fake spiderwebs and large sheets of ripped, gauzy erosion cloth, and each one of the cathedral windows were entirely blacked out with what you could only assume were trash bags.

“Dude. I am not going in there.” Rake peered into the door as it periodically opened to let people in, the screams from inside flowing out before being quickly silenced with a slam. “Cmon, Rake. Don’t be such a sissy.” Novak hit him on the back playfully as Bam and Ryan snickered. Shaking his head, Rake retorted, “No! You know what? I’m-“ His panicked eyes flicked around, landing on one side of the house, trying to sound calm, “I’m just gonna hang with that hot Elvira by the cider stand, okay?” Dico laughed as he shuffled past you in line, earning a few jeers and chicken squawks. “Yeah, like you’re ever gonna get with her!”

Of course, everyone’s all brave until it’s their turn to go into the scary house. The whole lot of you got real quiet as you stood next in line at the door, every trace of bravery draining from your faces. You went cold, and you could feel yourself sweating bullets as the door creaked open and you were shuffled inside.

It was Bam, Ryan, and you to go in first. The strobe lights made it difficult to see what was bumping against you as you shuffled through, but you soon came to realize that it was a maze of bodies hanging from meat hooks. You could barely make out anything over the loud noises around you- chainsaws, screaming, and various squishy noises that drowned out any thoughts you might have besides fear.

“Aaaah!!!” However, you could pick up one sound- Bam’s high pitched scream as he practically tackled you. He sounded like a little girl, his eyes wide and terrified at whatever must’ve startled him, clinging to your side. After a second, his fight or flight instincts kicked in as he booked it down the hallway like a scared animal. Also having heard his shriek was Ryan, who seemed to switch on a dime from his cool demeanor, pushing past you, “Fuuuuuck this.” He disappeared down the dark hallway. So before you could say anything, you were left alone. Obviously, you reacted the way any normal person would.

“You chickenshits!!” Giving chase, your mind was entirely off of whatever was happening around you and now on getting those two idiots. Whatever the getting may entail, you hadn’t decided. “You ‘fuckin babies- get back here!!”

After what felt like an eternity, you caught up with them at the exit, the two playing it totally cool like they weren't just running for their lives a few seconds before. Exhausted, you unsteadily put your hands on your knees, panting, “You assholes…fuck…” Bam turned to Ryan, giving him a shrug and pretending not to know what you were talking about. Assholes.

Shortly after you came Raab, Novak, and Dico, passing around high fives and whooping about the experience. “Oh dude!! That was crazy- what about you?” Dico grinned, giddy like a little kid on Christmas- he really seemed to thrive in these kinds of insane, batshit environments. Raab, not so much, “Yeah! It was, uh- it was pretty cool!” He seemed a little shy at first, but he still seemed to have enjoyed the house. Novak craned his neck, snickering, “Dude…did you piss yourself?” He got a little defensive, explaining, “No, these’re ombré.” He gestured to his baby pink tights. “Yeah, then why’s the ombré dripping down your leg?” Bam piped up with a grin, still leaning against the siding with Ryan. Raab blushed, embarrassed, “It’s- it's just the light!!”

“Hey, Rake. How’d that date with Elvira go?” You cheekily grinned from your place in line for Cider, speaking up over the heavy metal music that they always blast outside of these kinds of haunted houses. He rolled his eyes, “Oh, fuck off.” Taking the foam takeaway coffee cup into your cold palm, the warm liquid made your skin tingle. Pulling it to your lips, the warm steam cut the chill that froze your nose. You grinned against the rim as you took a sip, the hot liquid and spice burning your tongue deliciously.

Another breeze blew through the trees as you all stood around and sipped your warm drinks, laughing and joking around with each other under the inky night.

[asskickedbygirl]

The Blackest Day

[Brandon DiCamillo x F!Reader]

part two

Desc: You and Bran spent most of your teen years and early 20s together making stupid shit in stupid love. That was until he fled the spotlight and you fled to Hollywood. A couple years later, you meet up again when you returned to West Chester for the holidays.

A/n: inspired by the lana song. addicted to writing dico like this honestly. also the year is ambiguous so just ignore the little details or inconsistencies if you’re a cky historian

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, mentions of drugs and alcohol

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You gripped the mug of coffee tightly in your hands, lifting it up to ingest the hot, bitter liquid which burnt your tongue as it slipped down your throat. You drank more of the cheap substance than you wanted to the longer you waited for him, for Brandon, a nervous habit. You sat in the leather booth of the local diner, a past social hot spot that was now filled by elderly people and truckers. You were probably the youngest person in there by at least ten years. You chewed the skin on your lip and tasted the metallic hint of blood. ‘He should be here by now.’ You thought anxiously, it was ten past already. You stared out the fogged up window and spotted a familiar figure with a backwards black baseball cap strolling up to the door, hands in his pockets. Your eyes flashed over to where he entered, desperate to catch his gaze and wave him over to avoid the awkward looking around he’d have to partake in to find you. He saw you and smiled flatly, like he was hoping maybe you hadn’t shown up so he wouldn’t have to see you.

You stood up to hug him when he came to your table, exchanging soft “hi”s. The embrace was longer than it should’ve been. Your mind wandered to the last time you had hugged like that. It had been two years since you moved to LA for good, leaving behind the man currently in your arms. You left to pursue your career as a film and TV editor while Bran wanted nothing to do with the ‘guys in suits’ he so often complained about. Your lives were on different paths and so you split. It was a week to Christmas now and you were back in town for your family but decided to call your ex and see if he wanted to meet for coffee. It felt so insignificant reducing him to your ‘ex’. He was a lot more than that. He was your partner, you worked on everything together, all the stupid videos and pranks and skits. There was rarely a day you weren’t together for almost ten years, you just happened to have fallen in love along the way. But now you weren’t with each other anymore. One last embrace outside the airport and that was it, you were gone, all those years were gone.

You pulled away from him and slotted back into your seat, him into the one across from you. “How are you?” You asked and he shrugged, “I’m alright, what about you, how was your flight?” You took a sip of your coffee, “It was fine.” The waitress came over and asked Dico if he wanted anything before bringing him a mug to pour the dark, hot drink into. You refrained from telling him it was disgusting, didn’t want him to question why you were drinking it so often then, like a tic. It was silent for a moment as you took in Brandon’s face. He looked older, five o’clock shadow present with dark bags under his eyes but above them that same look he always held. You punctured the silence first, “So what have you been up to?” He shrugged again. “Not much. Work.” You nodded. “What about you, how’s Hollywood?” You rolled your eyes playfully as he rolled out the last word with exaggeration, sarcasm dripping from his mouth that turned into a smile. “Good actually. It’s been good.” He nodded politely. “I saw the last Jackass movie, I can see your editing in some of the scenes.” You narrowed your brows and laughed. “You can see my editing.” He nodded, smiling. “Yeah, all the quirks you used to put in the old videos, you can tell what was you.” You almost felt a blush creep onto your cheeks. Dico was probably the only one in the world that could recognise your work from a few stupid quirks and cuts.

You wet your lips. “You still making stuff?” He shrugged, “Every now and then.” You smiled, “Well I’d love to see it some time. I’ve missed your work.” Brandon took a sip of his coffee and swallowed. “As long as you don’t show it to some guys in suits.” You laughed, “I wondered how long it would take for you to say it.” Bran narrowed his brows. “Say what? Guys in suits?” You laughed and nodded. He looked a little embarrassed and you felt kind of bad. “Sorry, I’m like a broken record.” You brushed him off but he still had this paint of regret splashed on him. “You know, I never looked down on you for it. I never wanted you to feel like I did anyways.” You lifted the mug to your lips like clockwork, awaiting him to expand but you already knew where he was going with the spiel. “You knew what you wanted, and you deserve to get credit for what you do. You’re really fucking talented.” You bit your lip, chewing the skin off it again anxiously, not really sure what to say but you nodded, “Thanks.” The silence was awkward. “You’re talented too you know. If you ever wanted to release any of the stuff you make I’d be happy to help you with that. Independently of course, no corporate suit guys necessary.” He scratched the back of his head, looking unsure. “There’d be a lot of people who’d want to see it.” You assured him but he just shook his head. “I don’t do that anymore. I just make it for me.” You nodded understandingly, pretending you weren’t as disappointed as you were.

Brandon sensed the tension and decided to deflect it. “How are the guys? Tremaine and Spike and all.” You drank more coffee. “They’re good. Actually I was talking to Spike the other day and he said he could introduce me to some people. I’ve been editing some of his side stuff, it’s been really cool.” Bran smiled genuinely. “That’s great! From Jackass editor to Oscar winning editor I predict.” You laughed and shook your head, “I don’t know about that but thank you.” You eyes flicked over to the rest of the diner, wanting desperately to move the conversation off of yourself. You observed the crowd, elderly people still there. “This place used to be way more popular. You remember?” Dico matched your gaze to see where you were coming from. “Yeah, we used to come here all the time.”

A memory invaded your mind then. The morning you and Brandon came for breakfast here after the night you first had sex. You were all giggly and nervous and he payed for you. Your head swelled with the thoughts that the pieces of yourself you picked apart in your reflection had been touched and seen by the kid that did the funny voices. You were happier then, you thought. Naïve of the future, unknowing of what was to come, if anything just excited of what was to come. It was just the beginning and you knew that. Cut to now, you might’ve even been in that very same booth but this time you were at the end. Maybe even past the end, like a weird epilogue. A ‘where are they know’ segment if you will. A young couple was at a booth on the other side of the diner now, they couldn’t have been older than eighteen and they were laughing their asses off. You both saw a glimpse of the old versions of yourselves in that moment. You knew your thoughts had to have been synced. “Isn’t it funny how-” You began, “These kids are probably experiencing a completely different West Chester than what we had.” Dico drank from his mug. “Not much has changed here.” He said flatly. You sensed his disdain for your observation, like maybe he viewed it as you being above it all. “I know. It’s the same West Chester but, different. Newer.” He didn’t really understand what you were saying and to be honest neither did you. Just trying to fill in words, get to talking about the past to ignore the present for a few fleeting minutes.

You had finished your coffee and would rather lick cement than have another cup, same as your company. Dico sensed that the ‘coffee date’ was over but he didn’t want to stop talking to you. So much was left open. “Wanna go for a drive?” He asked and you agreed. You left a generous tip on the table and followed Bran out of the diner. He led you to his car, the same one he drove you around in a few years prior and hopped in the passenger side. It became apparent you hadn’t talked about the guys in that whole time. It was a sensitive topic, sort of, but you felt enough time had passed that it was acceptable to bring it up. As Bran started the car and headed out of the parking lot you dug your nails into your palm. “Do you still see the guys?” You asked as if you didn’t already know the answer. He sighed, not even bothering to shake his head. “Just Raab and Rake.” You nodded. “I’m seeing them all later, at Kildare’s, your welcome to come if-“ Brandon cut you off. “I’m good. I don’t think that’s a good idea anyways.” You nodded again, awkwardly. He hadn’t really spoken to any of the crew collectively since his departure from the limelight. You wondered what was circling in his head. He was complicated in that way, you never really knew what he was thinking even during the times you felt like he was the only one in the world.

Brandon drove you through West Chester, passing East High and the football field you used to film stupid shit on all the time as well as the parking lots you all used to skate in before the MTV days. You both offered half ass commentary during the whole show. Practically making excuses for not wanting to leave each other just yet. After a while, the excuses ran out so Brandon made up a new one. “Do you wanna come back to my apartment? We can watch old videos or something.” You agreed, nothing in you wanted to leave him again just yet. He brought you to the apartment you previously lived in. You used to share the one bed for a good few years before the inevitable and now you were going to return. As Brandon unlocked the door and allowed you in your senses were invaded with the familiar scent. The place looked almost the same, bar the absence of your posters and the pictures of yourselves you had littered around. Brandon cleared his throat and observed you as you looked around the living area, taking in the subtle changes. “Almost looks the same.” You smiled. He sat on the sofa and you followed suit but on the other side. He hadn’t really intended to put on a video, just wanted to bathe in your company for longer.

“So have you been seeing anyone?” You asked, an ideal answer in the back of your mind. He shook his head to your relief. “No, not for a while. You?” You shook your head too. “No.” His eyes fixed on yours before he leaned over and kissed you. It didn’t feel like a big explosion of emotion or build up. It just felt like it was the right thing to do. Inevitable. His hand held your jaw as your lips moved in tandem with your arms wrapped around his neck. You kissed on the couch for a while before it got a little rougher than expected, feeling his stubble rub against your cheek with more vigour. His hands moved down and grabbed at your waist, you felt he was trying to push you onto his lap but that wasn’t what you wanted. You pulled away and Brandon looked a little alarmed, like maybe he wasn’t supposed to have done any of that. “Can we move inside?” Your ask relieved him who took your hand in his and brought you to the bedroom you slept in every night for years.

You lay down on Bran’s sheets as he clambered over you to continue your kiss. He gripped your hips and moved his fingers to slip under your sweater, his contact with the soft flesh making you shiver. This kiss was rougher as now your tongues were fighting for dominance. You reached up to take his cap off but Dico took your wrist in his hand to stop you. He pulled away and shot you an almost sorrowful look. “What?” You asked but he just sighed and removed the cap. You tried not to look completely shocked as now it seemed official, Brandon was bald. You simply laughed, “You finally accepted it!” He shook his head, laughing at your comment. For years you tried to convince your boyfriend to just get it over with and shave off what awful hair he had left but he just would not listen. You reached up and felt his cold head and smiled genuinely to make him feel better for this insecurity. “Well I think you look sexy.” Brandon smiled stupidly. “Thanks.” He laughed.

You leaned in to resume your kiss, picking up the strong nature of it. It continued for a while before Bran moved to kiss your neck, fingers playing with the hem of your sweater until you took the reins and removed it. He continued to kiss your neck but you tugged at his own sweater to signal him to take it off, which he did. Your hands coursed over his muscles and soft skin that you hadn’t touched in years while Dico moved down to your tits, leaving them soft kisses as he undid your bra and removed it. You whimpered slightly as Bran kissed you there, licking and groping. You moved your hands to unzip your pants from beneath Dico who helped you pull them off of you, leaving you in just your underwear. Brandon got up and removed his pants quickly so he was reduced to just his boxers. He climbed over you again and began kissing you on your lips, his hands wandering to tuck his fingers into the band of your panties by your ass, ready to remove them once you wished. You lifted your hips up to help him and so they were off. Bran moved his hand down to rub his fingers between your folds to feel how wet you were. You whimpered into his mouth at the contact which only encouraged him. He slipped his finger in, breaching into you before moving slowly in and out. You hips bucked up at the sensation and you struggled to kiss him back, Dico smiled at that. He removed his hand from between your thighs and began tugging his boxers off, discarding them on the floor. He leaned over you and pumped his already hard length with his hand a few times. You breathed out slowly when you looked at him doing that to himself.

The feeling of the mattress under you and Brandon above you was all too familiar. You had been in this position many times before of course but god was it different now. He looked older. His bald head made him look almost paternal, the dark bags under his eyes and stubble you observed earlier that day bore into your exposed flesh. He was older. This wasn’t the kid that used to draw you stupid pictures in fourth period Trig. This was a man. A man you weren’t sure if you knew anymore. You didn’t want to think about the fact you didn’t know what he was working on in that moment, or which friend was irking him that day or his new favourite band. Your memories drifted to nights spent in that very bed. Everything you had done, entire days you spent there, nights spent asleep in each others arms. You almost grew jealous of that girl, as if your head wasn’t the same one that lay on that pillow all those moons ago.

You swallowed down your feeling though they dented your stomach slightly. You got distracted when Dico began dragging his tip through your folds before pushing himself into you. You breath hitched and he placed his hand beside your head to steady himself. “Are you okay?” He whispered and you told him yes. And so he moved, in and out at a slow pace. You leaned up to catch his lips with yours, moving them together at a similar pace to his movements. Your hands had reached up to hold his face while his one that wasn’t steadying himself gripped your hip. The pace quickened and you whimpered into his mouth. He pulled away to move even faster, instead opting to press his forehead against yours. You breathed into each others mouths, him letting out low groans and breaths while you moaned. Your sounds almost matched each others, almost harmonised like they were meant to be together. Dico’s grip on your hips moved to your waist as he bucked his hips into you, your bones hitting off each other gently. You could feel yourself building up after all this time and Bran could tell you were close as your breathing became more erratic and you began tightening around him. He moved his hand up to your face and held your cheek. “Are you almost there?” You nodded and let out a weak “Yeah.” His hips moved harsher and faster before you felt yourself release. You shut your eyes tightly and let out a breathy moan as it washed over you. You could feel Dico’s eyes on you, his hand on your cheek simply observing how your expressions contorted as you released around him. Like it was the first time. He finished shortly after and you did the same. Hand on his cheek as he came, admiring how his features moved and shifted on his face while he spilled into you.

There was silence for a moment while Bran leant his forehead against yours once more, only the sound of your breaths echoing around the room. You leaned up and kissed him and he kissed you back before eventually pulling out. You lay on the bed blissed out while he went to fetch an old towel for you. He sat on the bed beside your legs and rested his hand on the outside of your thigh while cleaning your sensitive core. You admired the way he looked like he was concentrating on the task and thought about how intimate it all was. You looked around the room at all the old peeling posters of bands you rarely listen to anymore that used to be everything to the two of you. Listening to them hurt too much. Brandon got rid of the towel and slipped under the sheets to pull you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed circles with his thumb on your shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” He spoke. You were quiet for a moment, you considered if you should even laugh. “For sex?” You joked and he laughed. “No. Well that too but no. I’m proud of what you’ve done.” You turned your head to look up at him, spotting the speck of love in his eyes. You smiled and kissed him quickly. “I’m proud of you too.” Dico narrowed his brows. “What have I done?” Your heart almost broke at those words. “Bran, you stood your ground. You gave up fame and money for what you wanted. You could’ve had it all, but you don’t give a fuck about any of that. I admire you for that.” He smiled politely but you could tell there was a lot left unsaid. Maybe you should resent each other. Your desire to leave and pursue a career in Hollywood and his moral grounds of staying in West Chester, away from all the LA bullshit was what ripped you apart at the seams. You should hate each other. But that didn’t matter at all in that moment.

There wasn’t a bone in your body that wanted to leave Bran that day and so you didn’t. You spent the day in his bed, fumbling limbs and creased sheets. You ordered takeout and kissed and talked about everything and nothing. You lay on your front and admired Dico’s face as he leaned back on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. You glanced over at the alarm clock to see it was almost 8. “I have to go soon you know.” He sighed and nodded, not making eye contact. “I don’t want to but I haven’t seen the guys in-“ “No, no.” He cut you off, “You should go, don’t ditch them for me. It’s probably a good idea to not spend the night anyways.” You nodded, pretending that didn’t sting a little. Bran noticed how your eyes faltered as you looked down. “Wait.” He got up off the bed in his boxers and began rooting through one of his drawers. “Here.” He spoke and produced a silver necklace. You sat up in your bra and underwear and waited for him to bring it to you. He placed it in your hands and you flipped to see the engraving on the back of the small pendant. “D.” It read. DiCamillo. You tried chewing the skin from your lip again but there was no more. “I got it for you a week before you left. I wanted to give it to you, I did but… I didn’t want to make you feel like you couldn’t go. You know.” You admired it and nodded slowly. “And I’m not giving it to you now to get you to stay either. I just thought you might want it.” You looked up at Dico’s worried expression and nodded. “I want it.”

You handed the piece of jewellery back to him and turned around so he could put it on you. You moved your hair away from your neck as Dico attached it, hands brushing the stray pieces of locks away from your skin, making you shiver. You looked down and held it between your fingers, admiring it. “Thank you.” You said and kissed him softly. The thought that he had kept it after all those years for you made your heart swell.

As Dico drove you to Kildare’s, probably in the complete wrong attire as you still sported the sweater from this morning, you thought about the first days you spent away from him. LA was isolating at first. A big, hot city with millions of people and you never felt so alone. You spent your off days inside, wallowing in the dark as you tried to not think about him. Not think about the hole he left. You tried to fill it desperately with random one night stands, reckless partying and drugs and alcohol. But it was never full. It took a while to accept it never would be and after that pill was swallowed it became a little easier. A little.

The car ride was silent. You didn’t want to accept the fact you weren’t sure the next time you would see each other. You had told him it was best if you didn’t see each other again during your visit, it would just make it harder to leave. He agreed and it was settled. Once Bran pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car, you chewed your lip again. You bathed in the quiet. Brandon broke it. “I love you you know.” He looked over at you and you returned his stare, a lump forming in your throat that you couldn’t swallow. You released your lip. “I know.” Bran leaned in to kiss you now. You worried if you didn’t pull away you would never stop kissing. The skin on your lips would never form again. So you retracted after just a few seconds. “I better go.” He nodded and you opened the car door. You stepped out and leaned in to look at him one last time. “I love you.” You shut the door before he could say anything else and set off to the bar, trying to ignore the hot tears beginning to form and fall down your cheeks, one after the other. The blackest days were set to arrive once more.

End.

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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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