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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 1 month ago

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omg omg cute little fic about ville meeting stunt girl on the jackass set and both of them just become blubbering messes infront of each other!! But they’re trying to play it so cool infront of all the guys :3 LOVE UR WRITING!!

Diametric Bonds

Ville’s in town on tour and decides to make a visit to the set his friend’s filming in, only to meet a woman who absloutely captivates him.

Ville Valo X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

1.8k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, teasing, tension, flirting, nervousness, anal

An: Thank you so much for the request! I find I write best for stuntgirl!Y/N by think of how I would react in these scenarios XD I was inspired by one of my friends mention that she thought Ville was friends with Bam because he was so different from him, and that led to the whole opposites attract aspect of this fic! Anyways, thank you for reading, and please keep sending requests!

“It’s rather…bondage-y, no?” Ville ran his thumbs up and down the shoulder straps of the shiny new torture device Bam was fitted with after that nollie frontside 180 landed him in the hospital last week. He groaned, slumping the best the harness would allow him to, “Dude- this shit is so lame ass. They got me in this, like- grandpa back brace, and I can’t even skate for two weeks! This is such bullshit…” A thin smile spread across his lips in response to the whining. Despite his bitchiness, Bam was a fun guy to be around, and Ville enjoyed the excitement. You, on the other hand, had grown close to Bam because you had common interests. Since you could half competently stand on a board, you were called in to do some of the skating stunts while he healed up. Over that time, you’d gotten pretty close, which explains why you barged into his trailer.

“Hey, Bam! D’ya wanna- woah…” The stranger standing in his trailer was pretty- too pretty. Covered in grime from whatever you’d just gotten back from filming. you only wanted to grab Bam’s Vicodin for him before Steve-O nabbed it. That is when you stumbled upon the Interview With a Vampire looking piece of chiseled marble that was Ville. “Oh shit- hey!” Still shirtless, Bam threw an arm around you and introduced you the way a proud parent would show off their honor roll kid, “Ville, this here’s Y/N! She’s the raddest chick I've ever met.” Grinning, Bam ruffled your hair, “Taught this little hessian everything she knows!” Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at the sheer quantity of undue credit he was giving himself, but besides the extent of his bullshittng, you kept your mouth shut like a nice friend. Clearly Bam wanted to make himself look good in front of this guy…

Ville extended a pale hand out to you, which you shook. The words fell out of your mouth, “You’ve got soft hands.” He was all gentle touches, nothing like the high fives and pats on the back from the roughed up palms of your crew mates you were used to. That didn’t make it sound any less weird. Lips curling into a confused smile, he replied, “Oh, thank you, my dear…” Feeling the nagging need for clarity, you hurriedly added, “In a good way. I like ‘em!” Bam gaped like a stunned trout at your social bungling.

Politely excusing himself, Bam wadded up a handful of your tank top and yanked you outside the trailer, fumbling with the door. “What the fuck was that?!” Speaking through his teeth, he turned around and exaggeratedly gestured in the air, “‘You’ve got soft hands’- Who says that?” Stammering, you instinctively mirrored his flailing, “I don’t know! How the fuck should I know- I just said it!” You would’ve thought you had dropped your pants in front of the guy and told him to take you now with how Bam was reacting. “You don’t- that’s Ville fucking Valo!” “Who the hell is Ville Valo?”

Squawking the way a pair of old crones might, the two of you were too distracted to notice that the door never managed to get closed- in fact, the thing was wide open when Ville leaned out, listening with wry interest.

You would come to find out that he was on set because his band was touring, and apparently Ville is that cool, Finnish rockstar friend of Bam’s. This was a surprise, as you always assumed he was George Glassing you with that…He just sort of hung around idly, never really engaging. Standing off to one side, Ville would have looked more at home in some gothic Victorian courtyard with purple roses or some shit. Not sitting on a cheap lawn chair next to a cooler, moreso considering the fact that, mere feet away, Steve was showing off this new, inventive way to drink a beer.

“When I stopped by, I didn’t really expect so much, well-“ Cutting him off, Bam interjected, “Butt stuff?” Taking a sip of his beer, Ville shrugged, “Well, I assumed Americans would be more…averse to that sort of thing.” “Nah- nah, they like it. It’s funny!” A cool breeze blew across the hotel rooftop the cast was filming on. Even though you snook a few glances towards him, your attention was pretty squarely on the main event. Most women would be grossed out by this magnitude of anal fascination, but you weren't. However, the fact that you could stand on two feet was only for the fact that you were distracted by the obvious.

Leaning over, he kept his voice quiet as he covertly gestured to you, “That one. Tell me about her.” Taking a frothy swig, Bam didn’t spend too much time on the subject as he didn’t feel any obligation to be your wingman, “I dunno- she’s just…she’s Y/N. Always did her own thing, I guess. She doesn’t get caught up in shit like most chicks do.” Ville had an eye for art, and he found something oddly baroque about that scene in front of him. You were at the center of that landscape. “So,” changing the topic quickly, Bam fiddled with the label on the bottle in his grip, “y’wanna go grab drinks later?” Taking a drag of his cigarette, Ville briefly replied, “Bring your friend.”

It was as if Ville was Bam’s dad and this evening was his plot to introduce him to his new stepmom- at least, that’s how it looked from Bam’s end of the bar. He wasn’t totally third wheeling, but he felt that his rightfully earned attention was being stolen by you, the stuntgirl.

Smiling slyly, there was this understated grace to Ville’s every movement as he took a seat, even as he glanced you up and down, “I enjoy the cheetah print. Very striking.” Smiling, you pretended that you didn’t buy that dress from a secondhand store for tonight, as you didn’t own any nice, going-out clothes. “Aww, thanks! You look good too.” Believe it or not, that awkward compliment was your most bold social acquisition.

The thing that drew you in and pushed you away was that Ville was a civilized human being that didn’t urinate on his buddys’ legs at the bar and smelled like rosewood and Marlboro Lights instead of sweat and weed stink. You didn’t know how to talk to someone who would know sophistication if it hit them over their head. “So…I’ve heard you make music?” Bam cringed at having to witness this but, disarming as always, Ville humored your attempts at conversation.

Later in the evening, he excused himself to have a word with the band in between sets, slipping off to a dark corner of the bar and leaving you and Bam to chat amongst yourselves. “I can’t watch this…” feigning offense, you spat back, “Hey! If you care so much, why don’t you flirt with him instead?” You only said that because you knew it would get under Bam’s skin. Batting your eyelashes, you made kissy noises and mocked him in a high pitched falsetto, “Oh, Ville! Let’s run away to Finland together and suck eachother’s-“

Something caught your ear: this low, velvety murmur. Apparently, since the lead of the band knew who Ville was, they invited him to join them for a song or two. His voice rasped deliciously up your spine, and there was something in the way his eyes never seemed to leave yours that drew you in with this smoldering intensity. Rendered speechless, you smiled to yourself and murmured to nobody in particular, “I know you said he was a good singer, but damn…” Assuming Ville was singing to him, Bam sputtered as he was shaken out of his trance, “‘Pretty good’- this guy’s the best thing to happen to music!”

Whenever you were in proximity to Ville, you felt as if you were some bumbling teenage girl with her totally out of her league crush, unbeknownst to the fact he actually felt the same way with you. Yes you, the one with the cargo shorts, and the blotchy purple knees from too many falls, and the messy head of hair that’s missing a few chunks from when you got caught by the clipper cam. He liked you for the same reasons he liked Bam- you’re excitable and wild and everything Ville was not. As much as you harbored feelings for him, he held the same if not more; the only difference was the obvious gap of ability to conceal them.

He played it cool, but no matter where you were filming, Ville managed to drift over to whatever little corner of the set you were at. Presently, that corner was the medic tent. Somehow, as you sat on that deli paper covered table, caked in sweat and dirt, he found you even more beautiful than he did the previous evening when you were all dressed up. Glancing up from where you were icing a sprained wrist, you caught Ville's gaze just in time to make him stumble over his words. “I, uh- Bam told me you had a ‘gnarly’ injury.” Shaken by the idea he would visit you in the first place, you fought off a grin at how obvious his attempts at using your jargon were.

Clearing his throat, he sounded much more comfortable as he continued, “I stopped by to see if you were alright.” Your sore wrist was at the very background of your mind now; you were more concerned with how close he was to your slumped over body and how the elevation of where you sat forced you to meet his gaze. “Oh, uh- thanks! That’s really sweet…” Surprising only to you, the truth of this dynamic became apparent in the awkward silence that hung between you, either party too timid to say anything. However, there was an odd sort of satisfaction and maybe even comfort in seeing that he was equally as nervous as you.

“Well, if you’re not busy tonight,” breaking the silence, he quickly fished around in his pocket, retrieving two slips of paper, “I’ve got a show in the area. Perhaps Bam would like to come as well?” Chuckling to yourself at the notion that Ville was trying to use your friendship with him to get in your good graces, you responded with unfounded quickness, “Well…I think Bam’s busy. But I’m free…”

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 1 year ago

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HEYY girl 💗 could I req a bam x fem reader where they’re enemies to lovers becuase y/n is just as reckless as he is?? Thank you 🫶

The Stuntgirl Rule

Bam breaks the one rule the crew all agreed on when they first added a girl to the group, which wouldn’t be as big of a deal if they didn’t hate each other. All this animosity builds and builds until Y/N finally figures out how to knock Bam down a peg.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

3.8k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, enemies to lovers, crude language, blood, snakes, misogyny, Madonna-Whore complex, injuries, hospitals, flirting, slut shaming, situationships

An: Thank you so much for the request!! I’ve come to find out I really do love writing for enemies to lovers pairings :) More than that, I got to do a lot of research for this fic with psychological complexes, especially (as the tags indicate) the Madonna-Whore complex!! If you can’t tell by now, I’m a bit of a nerd when it comes to writing XD I also experimented with making Bam a bit of an unreliable narrator in this one to wort of show his thought process better. I’ve been told my writing takes the asshole out of him but I’m pretty sure this fic put it right back in, so be warned! If you want an idea of the dynamic I was going for, the dynamic betwen Bam and Y/N reminded me a lot of this clip from the 2016 revival of the musical, Falsettos! Ah, my theater kid past…But thank you for the request and please keep sending more!!

Kneeling on the grass, you sat eye to eye with the King Cobra you somehow got a permit to film with. The whole “Kiss of Death” stunt got shuffled around to a couple of the other guys before it landed on you but hell, you couldn’t complain- dangerous shit was kinda your thing, and otherwise the next person in line would’ve been Bam and you knew exactly how that would turn out- the yelling, the laughing, the storming off set. All the guys stood around, looming over you with bated breaths as you slowly leaned over the snake, the hot Florida sun beating down on your skin as the air swam with anticipation. But as you were creeping in, right before your lips made contact with the Cobra’s forehead, the thing lunged at your neck. Everybody hooted and hollered as you grabbed the snake and lurched back in an act of quick reflexes, chuckling in surprise, but before you could crack some wise ass joke, your cockiness betrayed you and that smug grin on your face was wiped right off your face when you felt a pair of fangs sink into your wrist. “Agh! Fuck…” Yanking your hand back, you shook out the sting as you stumbled to your feet. Steve, who was serving as impromptu cameraman after Rick ‘refused any part in your dangerous bullshit’, focused the lense in on the blood that was tricking from your arm, “Shit…that’s gnarly, dude.” Though you probably should have been concerned for yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome it looked as Johnny patted you on the back appreciatively, “That was great, Y/N!”

As you were getting walked to the medic tent, the only one who didn’t want any part in your little victory parade was Bam, still sitting half slumped back on set, glaring at you as you walked away. Big whoop, girl gets bit by snake. Last week he got on a teeter totter in the bullpen and you don’t see that on any headlines. Maybe he hated the way the guys talked and joked with you like you were one of them even though you joined the Jackass cast less than a month ago. On the other hand, maybe he was still pissed off by the very real but entirely unspoken ‘Don’t Fuck the Stuntgirl’ rule. Of course Bam brought that sorta thing up when you first joined because he’ll there’s a lot you can do once you’ve got a chick in your group, but Johnny quickly shut the idea now by saying since they wouldn’t screw any of the other guys in the crew, they’d be keeping their hands off of you. Keeps things from getting awkward when you gotta see eachother on Monday, you know? But since Bam’s running theory of you only having gotten on set after getting into Knoxville’s pants hadn’t been disproven, he wrote it off as him making the whole thing up to keep the pretty girl all to himself. Greedy asshole. Who was he to say what he could and couldn’t stick his dick into? God, he bet the whole crew was passing you around- behind trailers, in empty hotel rooms, or what about those porta-potties on set…Bam decided to stop thinking about that once some things got stirred in his mind he didn’t really want to think about too long.

Getting bandaged up in the medic tent, you hardly noticed when Bam walked in after everybody left, watching quietly and scanning you up and down from where he stood. He looked from the bruises on your knees Bam was sure he knew the source of, to your baggy clothes that always made you look like a guy with the way they sat on your body, to your hair that was unkempt and showed just how little you cared about your appearance in his eyes. You were the exact opposite of Bam’s type in women- that dark lipstick tight bootcut fantasy goth chick with a great ass that also wasn’t a bitch. Looking up from where you were bleeding through your gauze, you made eye contact with him nonchalantly, “What is it?” Bam’s eye twitched at the disinterested tone in your voice but he kept up the whole smug thing, “You cryin’?” The medic had to scoot out of the way as you leaned in towards him and squinted at the realization that Bam was getting that whole ‘hating you’ stick up his ass again. “Does it look like I’m crying?” Part of him wanted to see you cry. Bam’s eyes drifted back to your hair, thinking about how satisfying it would be to grab a handful of it and yank you to your feet with his lips pressed tight against your ear as he said every awful word he was too nice to say to your face- that he knew everything about nasty hoes like you worked, and while it was cute how quickly the guys took to you, he was getting pretty damn sick of it so it was time for you to get the hint and hit the road. But he didn’t.

The medic passed you a container of pills that you palmed and that’s when Bam got an idea, “That snake oughta be on antibiotics instead’a you.” Scoffing at his unoriginal joke, you cocked your head to the side, “Really? You think a little blood’s that nasty? Y’damn baby…” Outside the tent, there was no doubt amongst the guys that another one of your petty fights were starting and nobody was looking forward to it. Well, except you. You found the little bickering thing you had with him fun, especially with all the weak ass insults Bam threw at you. “I mean, anything that comes outta you’s nastier than whatever Steve-O’s got goin’ on in him- that guy’s a disease nest.” This was too easy. “Yeah, says the guy who let him tongue his ass wound...” Wait, you were at that party too- the one where Steve popped ecstasy and went around kissing everyone cause he ‘felt good’? Bam’s jaw clenched at the way you always had an answer to him- how dare you one up him. He jabbed a finger at your chest, “Oh, don’t talk that shit. You wouldn’t even have the balls to get branded in the first place!” Unable to help yourself from cracking a smile, your giddiness was apparent in your voice, “I got more balls than you do.” As much as you hated how much of a little bitch he could be, you always thought the back and forth thing you had between him wasn't ever that serious (a contrast to the way Bam viewed it). Delight filled you as he stormed out of the flap of the white medical tent, blushing and emasculated and- while he would never admit this, kind of turned on by the angry banter like it was some kinda foreplay.

You needed soap. That’s how it started- after shooting one day, you went back to the hotel and noticed halfway through your shower that the room service lady forgot to leave any of those tiny complimentary soaps. Groaning, you got out of the comfortable, warm, sorely needed shower and put on a towel, thinking you could go next door and get some from the guys. It’s not like you hadn’t seen them naked before, so them seeing you in a towel was no big deal. Water dripped off of your legs as you walked out into the hallway, pushing open the door to their room which was left unlocked. From what you could tell, they had gone to the hotel bar promptly after filming, so you didn’t bother to announce your presence as you walked in. However, you had one major oversight in this- Bam, who you didn’t notice from where he was sitting on one of the beds on the near side of the room. Now, you and him could have gone on just hating and fucking with each other and everything would’ve been fine, but this one incident would change it.

From where he sat on the bed, Bam silently watched as you walked around like you owned the place, softly humming to yourself as you rummaged through their shower- through his shower, the towel you wore riding up dangerously high on the backs of your thighs, skin still glistening wet as you bent over, nabbing a few little bottles of shampoo and conditioner. He glared at you with contempt through your reflection in the mirror. You’d probably do this even if the whole crew was here, wouldn’t you? Just stroll on in, nearly naked, parading yourself around in front of all those dudes like it was nothing. Shameless. He knew better than anything what that kinda porno logic setup would devolve into. Wait- christ, was he…? Oh, oh yeah. Yep. Bam couldn’t believe himself- he was actually getting hard. More than that, you had no clue he was there in the first place even as you turned to leave, and you wouldn’t have noticed him at all if he didn’t stand up to catch your attention. “What’re you doin’?” Turning around, you met Bam’s gaze, maybe six inches away from his body as you held up your towel with one hand and presented him your spoils in the other, “I’m getting soap…?” Unceremoniously plucking one of the bottles from your hands, he squinted at you like he was accusing you of something, “So you think y’can just waltz on in here and take my shit whenever you feel like it?”

Looking around at the empty room, you got an idea to really get under his skin. You know how Bam uses his little rich boy MTV paycheck to get whatever he wants? Well your pockets may not be lined as generously but you still found a way. Taking a step forward, you pressed your body right up against his, the same way you saw all those flirty girls do to him at the bar, letting your towel slip down a little as your voice dropped into a teasing coo, trying to provoke him, “Aww, what’s the matter? You don’t like sharing?” While you were referring to the soap, Bam took it as a double entendre and thought there was no way you didn’t mean it in the way he was thinking- what with the way your chest was squished tight against his torso or how you were practically straddling his thigh in, and this is important here, only a towel. In your eyes, this was the same as any other day you were going back and forth on set, but Bam, oh. He could feel the surge of hormones in his bloodstream as his breath caught in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. The way your body was curving against his nearly made him forget about why he hated you so much. Snapping back to reality, he couldn't tell if this was anger or lust that made him speechless, but it was probably a mix of the two. Leaning in closer, you pressed your lips close to your ear, his very obvious state of arousal only fueling your teasing as you words fell slow, melodically from your lips as you enunciated, trying to keep yourself from laughing and fucking it all up. “I’m gonna take this soap back to my room, and I am going to rub it over every inch of my wet. Naked. Body- and you are gonna do nothing about it. So, uh…” Reaching out with a grin, you grabbed the bottle back from Bam’s frozen hand. Now, logic would dictate that this is right about when the two of you would say fuck it and start going at eachother, but that’s not what you had in mind. “Thanks!” Slipping out the door and shutting it loudly, you left him standing there- unable to respond, entirely conflicted, and hard. Fuck.

Why was this happening? He was Bam Margera- Bam fucking Margera- he could have hordes of playboy bunnies folowing him arround wherever he want and fawning over him like their lives depended on it, but noooo. He had to fall for the gross chick he worked with. Perfectly fine, well-adjusted (debatable) women literally threw themselves at his feet on a day to day basis, and the one he’s got his eye set on? Yeah, last week she was doing lines of Tabasco sauce with Steve-O off the table at Denny’s cause they got bored waiting for their food. What a catch. He didn’t even want to meet up with the guys to go pick up chicks at the bar anymore- you know, the civilized kind that wore makeup and shoes you couldn’t skateboard in. And you didn’t even want him the way those girls wanted him- you were messing with his head like some succubus. Very quietly, he sat back down in the bed and thought about some things.

Bam was having a hard time letting everything that was happening with you go- that’s not the kind of guy he is, you know? Too many big feelings in a small package gotta go somewhere. So when he showed up on set the next day, hyped up to do that stunt where he was set to get shot by a riot control shotgun wearing nothing but a leather jacket for protection, his emotions were not in any way subdued when he caught word that Knoxville gave the stunt to you. “Dude!” Storming up to confront him, Bam pulled the asshole away from whatever conversation he was having with Jeff, “I mean, seriously? You got Y/N to do the stunt and not me?” Sticking his hands up in a mercy gesture, Johnny stammered but managed to explain himself, “I’m just sayin, man- It’d work better for her! You know- you have your skating stuff, she’s got the dangerous stuff! You could always watch from the sidelines…” Yeah, real nice save there, Knoxville. Bam hated whenever you did stunts- not because he didn’t like that you were equally as reckless as him, no way- it’s just that he thought chicks shouldn’t be doing dangerous shit, and you were always there to throw yourself in harm's way, and that annoyed him. You were standing off to the side, joking around with Chris and Steve when you felt someone suddenly grab your shoulder from behind and roughly spin you around to face him, “You know, I had some fuckin’ ideas about you, Y/N, but this really takes the cake.” Grimacing, you stood eye to eye with Bam, a little too close to his body to be comfortable. “What the hell are you talking about?” Bam took a step back, eyeing you up and down as he got ready to say what had been eating away at him for weeks. His voice was tense as he nearly growled, “You’re fuckin’ Knoxville.” What?

“Wait, I’m fucking Knoxville?” You certainly were not, but your mind put two and two together lightning fast, tracing his train of thought. It was like a switch flipped in you as rage curled up in your stomach, springing out of your mouth in words that dripped with venom, “Oh, please! You’re probably takin’ it up the ass from all of ‘em!” It was only natural that you would deny it- I mean, it’s kinda taboo for people to admit that they’re sleeping with their boss. But Bam couldn’t summon the words he needed to use to defend himself from what you claimed, so he said the only words his anger-fried brain could come up with, “Fuck you!” Flashing a grin, you got all in his personal space as your voice went from anger to condescension, “Oh, you wish.” Back to the snarky shit with this woman. Okay, maybe he did, but that was none of your business. Bam pressed his lips together as he could feel the tips of his ears heating up, and he couldn’t tell if he was getting flustered from the way you were challenging him or how correct what you were insinuating was. The fact that your lips were nearly touching his wasn't helping either. Taking advantage of your close proximity, Bam quickly reached out and snatched the shotgun from where you were gripping it and dashed off.

Oh, you said Bam had no balls? Yeah, he’s got more balls than the tri-state lottery, bitch. Shoving the gun into Ryan’s hands, he didn’t even notice when Rick started filming from where he was setting up the camera for the stunt you were supposed to do. Stepping back, Bam smacked his own chest twice in a challenging gesture, looking at his best friend but saying words he wanted to say to you, “C’mon, man. Hit me. Do it!” Knowing better than anyone the way he could get into these kinds of moods, Ryan knew the only way to talk him down was to go along with whatever stupid plan he had in mind. Groaning, he steadied the sight on where Bam was standing, aiming for his stomach where it would result in the least damage, and pressed his finger against the trigger. This loud, sickening whip cracking sound made everyone on set jump. The man on the other end of the barrel doubled over with this noise you only hear out of dying animals, falling to the ground with a thump as every ounce of air wooshed out of his lungs in a second. It was the way Bam looked like roadkill with how he curled up on the ground, not making a sound or movement, that made you feel a shred bad for him for the very first time. Looking around, you were the first person to call out, “…Medic?”

Internal bleeding they said. Three broken ribs on account of Dunn’s stellar marksmanship and a gnarly bruise, or so you heard from when the guys gathered around his bedside and were all gasps and oohs after Bam pulled down the sheets in when Steve asked to take a look at it. But after everyone was done grimacing and telling him how awesome the footage would turn out, they flooded out the door and the only person who remained was you, smugly sitting in one of those stiff hospital chairs as Bam lay across from you in his bed, hooked up to electrodes and shit like they do in movies. But there was something different in your eyes as you got up to his bedside- not so much your usual loathing towards him, but more so fascination. Bam got knocked down a peg, and you were satisfied knowing his ego was bruised alongside those abs of his he so loved to flaunt.

Bam’s words came out in a weak mumble as he looked up at you, “What d’you want?” As much as he tried to appear all tough and be a big angry man, you couldn’t help but find the sight of him laying back with his hair a little messy and that glossy look in his eyes from the epidural kinda cute with how vulnerable he was. He couldn’t make fun of you when he was at your mercy like this, what with not being able to even sit up on his own, much less fight or come up with any worthwhile insults. With one finger, you pointed down to the swollen, dark purple mark on Bam’s pale skin, lit up from the light flooding in the window. You nearly snickered, “I wanna touch it.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Bam scoffed at your suggestion, “Fine, whatever….It doesn’t even hurt- oh, fuck!“ Recoiling when you poked the tender bruise, Bam nearly let out a whimper as he winced, pain shooting through his chest. Letting out a breathy groan, he muttered, his head falling back against the pillow, “Don’t- don’t do that…” Part of you wanted to laugh at him, call him a pussy, and go find out wherever the other guys were headed, but another part of you, maybe one you went too eager to own up to, couldn’t deny that he looked kind of pretty when he got fucked up, all fragile and defeated. Like it activated something primal in you, this unconscious attraction towards broken things. You came to the realization that, when that mouth and that attitude of his wasn’t fucking it up, he was pretty hot.

The thing is, both of you liked each other, but neither were too eager to jump at that whole romcom style ‘confessing your feelings’ thing, so for the next few weeks, you tried to keep up the whole hating each other charade. Like when you and him were on the mini-ramp Chris hauled to set with his truck to give you something to do in between filming, and Bam just kept messing up whatever trick he was intent on doing that day. Up he’d go, then down to the plywood with a slam that left him a shiny new bruise- back and forth. “Y’know, it’s a lot easier to do tricks once you’ve learned to stay on your board.” You taunted, kicking up your board to stand on the one side of the ramp. But as he was about to reply with some smart ass response, Bam nailed whatever stupidly over complicated thing he was attempting. “Hahaha! Yes!” Popping his board up with one foot and, turning to you with a triumphant grin, he did one of those victory crotch grabs. “Suck it!” Ignoring the fact that, given the right circumstances, you probably would’ve taken him up on that offer, you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down in a way you hoped looked sarcastic as you spat, “Yeah, in your dreams.” Still, while the venom in your words was still there, it was dulled in a way, like a swallowing a spoonful of sugar after bitter medicine. “Oh, I’d rather rip my dick off and shove it up my ass before I let you suck it!” Bam had the same shitty comebacks as ever.

And the fact that you two were phoning it in wasn’t lost in the slightest on the rest of the guys. They’d try to drop hints to Bam and say that if he’s got the hots for you that it’d be a good idea to try not being an asshole for once, but he’d just laugh them off and tell them that that’s what chicks like nowadays- assholes. But they had no clue. All anyone else knew was that the seemingly boiling hatred you had for each other had melted into a mere simmer, practically friendly banter. Maybe Bam didn’t hit the mark when he said you were fucking the whole crew, but was right about you being shameless, as he would come to find out a few weeks into whatver the two of you had going on. But now, he wasn't one to complain when you pulled him behind a trailer on set, or into an empty hotel room- hell, even into one of those porta-potties on set. Honestly, it was just like how he imagined.

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