Fic: I'm Here
Title: I'm Here
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: Bam/Ryan
Rating: G
POV: Third, Bam-centric.
Summary: "I didn't think anyone was home."
Disclaimer: Do not own, not affiliated with, nor am I speculating anything about Bam Margera and co, nor do I mean any harm.
Author Notes: I was reluctant about this prompt, and it started out slowly, but actually turned out alright, I think. I like the simplicity. Hopefully people will understand the implications, which can be hard to convey (so I've noticed). <3
Warnings: None.
Bam sat on his half pipe, legs crossed like a girl, elbows on his thighs and chin in his hand. He was pouting, predictably, but his eyes weren’t wild this time with ill-conceived revenge or a whirlwind of an idea. He actually looked pensive for once - although if any of his friends heard him say that word they would laugh and call him a fag.
Which may or may not be the problem in the first place.
A snarl replaced the pout, and Bam glared off into the middle distance, defiantly staring into the bright sun. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even notice the figure climbing up the side of the ramp to plop down beside him. Jumping, Bam looked with startled blue eyes, made to look even larger now that the sun had shrunk his pupils to the size of pinpoints. All he could see was a blur of white and red that made his eyes hurt and his head swim. Still, the shape looked familiar, particularly when it didn’t say anything and just sat mildly beside him.
As his vision slowly cleared, Bam realized that it’s Dunn. He sort of knew that already, but it was still a shock to see his friend sitting beside him, shoulders half-hunched in that lazy, semi-uncomfortable way and chin tilted down. Like he was hiding in plain view. Bam couldn’t help but cock his head to the left and stare curiously for a moment, admiring how Ryan’s hair fluffed up like a baby chick’s, and how his beard was, for once, in order. He motioned to the house half-heartedly, looking for an icebreaker.
“I didn’t think anyone was home,” Bam managed to croak out, clearing his throat and half-blushing at the sound of his voice. Like he’d been asleep for a hundred years.
Dunn shrugged his hunched shoulders, turning his head just enough to rest his chin against the joint and blink owlishly at Bam. “I’m here,” he said softly, or as softly as his voice could get with that growly, gravelly voice.
Bam felt his heart seize up a little. It was so - Ryan. He always knew what to say or what not to say, exactly where to put his body, how to sit, how loud to yell and what stunt to encourage or veto. Not that Bam listened, but still… It mattered in a way that Bam didn’t want to fully evaluate at the moment. So he kind of bobbed his head and looked away, unable to keep staring at the point blank honesty of his friend’s face. Dunn was a good actor, but he knew when to drop all the masks too, and that scared Bam most of all. Bam never dropped his masks - he was afraid what would happen if he did.
So he juggled them instead - celebrity, rockstar, skater, millionaire, Jackass, asshole, brat, spoiled, cruel, hilarious, alcoholic - everything that was a part of him, and yet still a mask. It was confusing. It was exhausting.
But there was Dunn, somehow knowing to be totally truthful and honest and open, even when he knew that Bam could and would lash out if given the chance. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bam knew he couldn’t do that right now though. Not after all of this.
He felt rather than saw Ryan’s body language soften, and his heart rate jumped up like a jack rabbit’s. What the fuck? Why I am fucking nervous? Bam’s thoughts pogo-sticked through his mind, making him even tenser than before.
But Ryan didn’t tense. He just leaned against Bam for a moment, and then pulled back, waiting patiently. Bam paused for a second - a minute, then leaned heavily on his friend, his expression unchanging but his body language saying everything. Ryan just let Bam lean on him, hoisting an arm around the other man and holding him loosely.
“I’m here.”
I know.
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: Bam/Ryan
Rating: G
POV: Third, Bam-centric.
Summary: "I didn't think anyone was home."
Disclaimer: Do not own, not affiliated with, nor am I speculating anything about Bam Margera and co, nor do I mean any harm.
Author Notes: I was reluctant about this prompt, and it started out slowly, but actually turned out alright, I think. I like the simplicity. Hopefully people will understand the implications, which can be hard to convey (so I've noticed). <3
Warnings: None.
Bam sat on his half pipe, legs crossed like a girl, elbows on his thighs and chin in his hand. He was pouting, predictably, but his eyes weren’t wild this time with ill-conceived revenge or a whirlwind of an idea. He actually looked pensive for once - although if any of his friends heard him say that word they would laugh and call him a fag.
Which may or may not be the problem in the first place.
A snarl replaced the pout, and Bam glared off into the middle distance, defiantly staring into the bright sun. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even notice the figure climbing up the side of the ramp to plop down beside him. Jumping, Bam looked with startled blue eyes, made to look even larger now that the sun had shrunk his pupils to the size of pinpoints. All he could see was a blur of white and red that made his eyes hurt and his head swim. Still, the shape looked familiar, particularly when it didn’t say anything and just sat mildly beside him.
As his vision slowly cleared, Bam realized that it’s Dunn. He sort of knew that already, but it was still a shock to see his friend sitting beside him, shoulders half-hunched in that lazy, semi-uncomfortable way and chin tilted down. Like he was hiding in plain view. Bam couldn’t help but cock his head to the left and stare curiously for a moment, admiring how Ryan’s hair fluffed up like a baby chick’s, and how his beard was, for once, in order. He motioned to the house half-heartedly, looking for an icebreaker.
“I didn’t think anyone was home,” Bam managed to croak out, clearing his throat and half-blushing at the sound of his voice. Like he’d been asleep for a hundred years.
Dunn shrugged his hunched shoulders, turning his head just enough to rest his chin against the joint and blink owlishly at Bam. “I’m here,” he said softly, or as softly as his voice could get with that growly, gravelly voice.
Bam felt his heart seize up a little. It was so - Ryan. He always knew what to say or what not to say, exactly where to put his body, how to sit, how loud to yell and what stunt to encourage or veto. Not that Bam listened, but still… It mattered in a way that Bam didn’t want to fully evaluate at the moment. So he kind of bobbed his head and looked away, unable to keep staring at the point blank honesty of his friend’s face. Dunn was a good actor, but he knew when to drop all the masks too, and that scared Bam most of all. Bam never dropped his masks - he was afraid what would happen if he did.
So he juggled them instead - celebrity, rockstar, skater, millionaire, Jackass, asshole, brat, spoiled, cruel, hilarious, alcoholic - everything that was a part of him, and yet still a mask. It was confusing. It was exhausting.
But there was Dunn, somehow knowing to be totally truthful and honest and open, even when he knew that Bam could and would lash out if given the chance. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bam knew he couldn’t do that right now though. Not after all of this.
He felt rather than saw Ryan’s body language soften, and his heart rate jumped up like a jack rabbit’s. What the fuck? Why I am fucking nervous? Bam’s thoughts pogo-sticked through his mind, making him even tenser than before.
But Ryan didn’t tense. He just leaned against Bam for a moment, and then pulled back, waiting patiently. Bam paused for a second - a minute, then leaned heavily on his friend, his expression unchanging but his body language saying everything. Ryan just let Bam lean on him, hoisting an arm around the other man and holding him loosely.
“I’m here.”
I know.