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#ik we all cope differently to overstimulation but this is kind of what i tend to do when i'm feeling overwhelmed so i hope its good sdflkjs
babygirlpontius ยท 2 years
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sooo for that jackass writing rq thing ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€ uhh well today i was feeling a bit meh bc like . overstimulation and stuff, do u think u could write abt how like . idk ANY of the guys would help or wtv (and if u dont wanna write abt that then i totes get it and ill send u another rq!!!)
(hi! i hope this is something like what you were looking for :) also i went ahead and wrote it for dunn bc idk it felt organic to me lmao)
helping with overstimulation (ryan dunn + gn!reader)
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It's been a pretty loud day on set, which normally you're pretty fine with, but there's something about today - hours and hours of non-stop chaos, people in your face and a particular stunt which ended with you covered head-to-toe in mud - that's really just a step too far. So when Jeff finally calls cut at the end of the day, you're off to your trailer practically immediately for a long, hot shower and some much-needed rest.
Of course, rest isn't really much of an option in your line of work. You've barely been out of the shower for five minutes, changed into comfortable pajamas and reading a book in bed, before someone outside is hammering on the door to be let in.
You grimace, but push yourself out of bed all the same - you don't want to be rude.
It's Dunn, also freshly-showered, with a big grin on his face. "Hey, Y/N," he says. "We're all drinking a couple and hanging out by the fire-pit, if you wanna join us."
"I mean," you say, apologies ready on your tongue. "I'd love to, but - it's been a long day. I really need some alone-time, you know?"
Dunn holds up his hands like, no problem. "Totally understandable. Anything I can help with at all, or...?"
"That's really nice of you to ask." You shrug, not meeting his eyes. "I don't know. I'm just feeling over-stimulated, and if I went out there now I don't think I'd be any fun to be around."
"Ok." Dunn's brow furrows. "You're drinking water, right? You're not thirsty or anything?"
You nod. "I'm all good on the hydration front." Of course, your stomach chooses that moment to emit a very ill-timed grumble. "Maybe a little hungry, though. I finished all my snacks."
"Hey, I'll grab you something from my trailer," Dunn says. "If that would help, I mean."
"You don't have to do that - "
Dunn waves his hand. "It's nothing. Tell you what, I'll go make that snack run, and then if there's nothing else you might need afterward, I'll tell the guys you're feeling tired, make sure no one else bothers you. That sound good?"
You smile. "That's...That's really nice, Ryan. Thanks a lot, seriously."
"Don't mention it," he says, gives you a little two-fingered salute, and makes an about-face toward his own trailer. "Back in a flash."
You head back inside and pour yourself another glass of water, happy because even if you're a part of the rowdiest crew on MTV, they care about you like you're all one big family.
Which, you muse, you kind of are.
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