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pj-lovebot · 2 years

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hiiii here's my first oneshot on this acc !! enjoy ♡

johnny knoxville x f!reader, fluff only!

warnings: descriptions of panic attack

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"wanna go for a drive?"

you heard him ask from across the room. he stood tall in the doorframe, tattered brown leather jacket and ray-bans on as usual. he spun his car keys around his pointer finger, filling the room with the annoying jingling sound.

you looked from him to the window next to you, and you watched the rain as it came down. the sight made you shudder. you knew that there was supposed to be thunder and lightning tonight, you had known for days. you kept obsessively checking the weather forecast hoping that the chance of a storm would magically go away...it didn't. it was supposed to begin any minute now.

you looked back into johnny's eyes...how could you say no to such a face?

you couldn't.

"sure," you told him. the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as you got up from your desk where you had been writing for hours. he turned on his heel and began to lead you outside and to his car. you got in, and before you even had time to shut the door and put your seat belt on, the rain suddenly picked up. you listened as it tapped loudly on the thin glass next to your head. you watched as the trees violently swayed in the increasing wind. you inhaled and exhaled a very shaky breath, which went completely unnoticed by johnny.

you hated nothing more than storms.

he put the key in the ignition and started up the car, immediately pulling out of the driveway and starting down the road. a comfortable silence rose, johnny focused on the road and you focused on how nervous and afraid you were over a little bit of rain. it felt stupid.

you heard the first rumble of thunder, it made your bones cold. you clenched your fists until the skin went ghostly white. you felt tears well up in your eyes, you did NOT want to be here right now. you liked being with johnny, but you would much rather be laying in bed underneath six blankets right now. you fought back the urge to cry.

you maintained your composure completely until the first rod of lightning came down. you watched as it met the ground and momentarily turned the sky around it purple. the sound was slightly delayed, but when you heard the distinct crack you jumped in your seat and let out a small squeal of fear. you quickly lifted your right fist and bit down on your knuckles. it was a habit you picked up from johnny.

"there's no way you're afraid of a little storm. out of all the shit out there for you to be afraid of, don't tell me it's a bit of thunder and lightning that does it," he said to you, chuckling to himself.

it was true. you were known by the jackass crew for being the most fearless girl they'd ever met. out of the many, many things you could have an extreme fear of, it was something this simple. even so, hearing it out of his mouth made you feel so small, so dumb, so childish. you couldn't help but stare back at him, you had something to say but the bubble in the back of your throat just wouldn't pop. you felt asphyxiated.

the car slowed in front of a stop sign as you looked into his eyes. he asked, "are you alright?"

the question rung in your ears and another clap of thunder followed. it was in this moment that you took notice of your own body, shaking like a leaf. you felt a chill travel from your head to your feet. your breaths were quick and shallow, and your lip involuntarily quivered as you tried your hardest to not cry and embarrass yourself.

johnny's gaze softened when he took in the sight of you.

he made a u-turn right then and there, abruptly swinging the car around and beginning to head back to april and phil's. the guys were shooting in west chester, and of course april was eager to host the group, ESPECIALLY you. you met bam around the same time ryan did in high school, and the three of you have been best friends ever since. april always adored having a "nice girl" around for once, you kept her sane. you did feel kind of bad though...you guys had been there for only three days and you had already wrecked the house. you promised her you would help clean tomorrow, though.

johnny's first response was to drive fast so you could get back inside faster, but he watched you out of the corner of his eye as you gripped the armrest and the door handle as hard as you possibly could. he had a feeling that speeding would only upset you more. he knew how much you hated when he drove too fast. he slightly lifted his foot off the gas pedal and watched as relief flooded your face.

"i'm sorry i made fun of you, honey...i wish i would have known. why didn't you tell any of us?"

you didn't answer. your mouth was extremely dry due to your strained breathing. your heart was beating so hard against your ribcage that it hurt. your throat felt like it was closing and you weren't sure if you were nauseous or anxious...possibly both.

he took the hint and didn't ask again. he just kept his eyes on the road and continued driving back to ape and phil's. you watched as he reached his calloused hand over the center console, subconsciously offering it to you to hold. you gingerly took it and didn't squeeze too hard out of fear of hurting him.

as if he read your mind, he asked, "you're allowed to hold me tighter than that, sweets. do you really think you can hurt me?"

spoke too soon. another boom of thunder sounded and you squeezed his hand as hard as you could from the jolt you felt in your body. he let out a soft groan.

"damn...if you break my hand you won't be able to hold it anymore," he quietly laughed and it made you smile just a little bit. your chest swelled. the way you pined over him was undeniable, every time he laughed it made you feel like stumbling over your own feet. you yearned, not even to be with him, but to be in his presence even more often than already. you wanted nothing more than to kiss him, than to lay in bed all day with him, than to go on dates with him all the time, than to hold his hand like this for as long as you wanted to. the two of you went on drives all the time but you'd never gone on one in a storm before. he'd never seen this side of you. nobody had.

you heard the rain pick up again, the sound echoing noisily throughout the car. you looked out past the front windshield, you could barely see five feet in front of you. it was bad. you released your right hand's death grip on the door and let it meet johnny's hand, resting on the center console. both of your hands clutched onto his, and you lowered your head towards them. you managed to croak out a sentence.

"...i can't watch anymore."

"that's alright doll, you don't have to. just keep your head down. ya' want music? maybe it'll help."

"yes, please." the words had barely left your lips before he pressed the button and, of course, he'd been in the middle of 'end of the century' by the ramones. you let the pleasant strings and steady snare take you away.

when you kiss me i just gotta, kiss me i just gotta, kiss me i just gotta say "baby, i love you"

you finally felt slightly at peace for the first time in a few days. this was almost perfect. it would definitely be perfect if you weren't having a panic attack.

"i love only you," you heard johnny finish the line and it made you smile. you let out a small giggle.

"what's so funny down there, missy?" you laughed some more.

"you suck at singing."

"yeah, well, you're a dork."

"hey!"

"oh, we're not insulting each other? i thought that was what we were doin'."

"i hate you."

"that's a lie and you know it!"

"for once, i'll admit that you're right." you moved your head so you could look up at him, and he looked back down at you. he had so much love behind those eyes, especially for you.

it felt like somewhere, there was a spark. maybe only you felt it, but if that was the case, you didn't even care. you loved it. it was intoxicating. you could've never in a million years imagined that he felt the same thing at the same time, but he did.

his eyes lingered down to your lips for only a split second, long enough for you to notice. was he thinking about it?

in only seconds, he was focused back on the road, pulling into april and phil's driveway. you didn't realize how close you had been, it felt like you'd been out for such a long time.

you felt the car stop moving as he took the key out of the ignition. "stay here," he said to you in a hushed whisper, as he got out of his seat and made his way around the front of the car to your door. he opened it and helped you clamber out, holding one side of his jacket over your head in an attempt to shield you from the rain. everything felt like a blur and before you knew it, your wet shoes were off and you were up the stairs into your room. you collapsed on to the bed.

"oh no, no, no, honey, you don't wanna do that just yet. you're gonna get the blankets all wet." he grabbed you by the hands and stood you back up. he walked across the room and opened a few of your dresser drawers before he found a baggy t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. he walked back over to you.

"let's get these off, doll."

suddenly you could hear your heartbeat. you knew he didn't mean anything sexual, he just genuinely wanted to help. you couldn't have asked for a better person to take care of you in this moment.

you weakly lifted your arms and let him peel off your wet shirt. he unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, helping you step out of them. he took off your socks, as well. he helped you put on your new dry clothes and you already felt more comfortable than before.

"you can get in bed now that you're all dry." you could see a slight smile on his face in the moonlight shining through your window. you heard the thunder begin again, more quiet than before, but still frightening. tears escaped your eyes.

"please stay," you softly begged. you were hoping that he didn't leave you alone after this.

"of course," he gently kissed your tear stained cheeks, "of course."

he took off his jacket and put it on the dresser, along with his pants and his glasses. he grasped your hand and guided you to the bed, placing you under the covers, before laying down himself. he pulled your body closer to his, your face in his chest. you cried as you listened to the storm.

"i'm here for you, sweetheart,

i'm here."

you were asleep within minutes.

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pj-lovebot · 2 years

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JOHNNY KNOXVILLE’S BOYFRIENDISM !

synopsis: a collection of random johnny relationship headcanons because he has taken up a huge space in my brain and he won’t go away. enjoy 🕺

pairing: johnny knoxville x reader

genre: fluff!!! suggestive? not fully nsfw

warnings: mentions of cigs? alc?

before you guys started dating he would DEFINITELY do the gnarliest stunts on set then immediately turn around and be like “where’s y/n? did they see that??”

if you did see and were (understandably) concerned, he liked to use this as an excuse to flirt with you

“wanna kiss it better, doll?”

DOLL!!!! sweetheart, darlin, ect

calls you pet names so often that it’s a rarity when he calls you by your first name. it only happens during an argument or if he’s feeling super sappy.

“god y/n, what did i do to deserve you?”

speaking of arguments he is so annoying. he makes it so hard to be mad at him because he simply refuses to get angry with you. he NEVER raises his voice toward you, and for the most part is pretty level headed.

“i just- are you even fucking listening to me johnny?”

“hm? your eyes look so pretty in this light pumpkin.”

“i…shut the fuck up.”

an early bird (when he isn’t hungover), watches you sleep with a little smile until you open your eyes. then he closes his and starts fake snoring as if he was asleep the entire time

when you and the guys travel for the show/movies, he lies to the hotels and says you’re his wife and he thinks it’s the greatest thing ever

“mr and mrs. knoxville?”

“that’s us!” just giggling the entire time

not really the jealous type? trusts you 100% always (after all i’m guessing you’re friends with the whole crew so you’re around other guys most of the time)

HOWEVER. he is protective. doesn’t like to leave you alone anywhere if he can help it, especially at parties. has gotten in a bar fight because a guy got too close to you

his singing voice isn’t the best by far but when he gets drunk sometimes he’ll perform love songs via karaoke for you (you know they’re for you because before he starts he says “this ones for y/n!”)

also sings in the shower. on said mornings when he’s up earlier than you, you don’t even need an alarm. you wake up to the sound of water running and pj’s horrible rendition of “ain’t no mountain high enough”

cigarette kisses oh my god.

if you’re sharing a cig instead of taking it from you, he’ll gently grab your hand and bring it up to his lips and take a drag, eye contact the entire time OHGOODHEAVENS

A FANTASTIC KISSER .

slow makeout sessions that can last forever. sometimes he’ll pull away with one of his hands on your face and rub your cheek with his thumb <3

omg then he’ll move his hand slowly to the back your neck and pull you back in WOW

really wide collection of graphic tees and enjoys when you go shopping in his closet (really likes when you wear his stuff in public)

you guys have a “signal” at parties that means it’s time to go home. it’s usually a raise of eyebrows or he’ll tilt his head toward the door

it’s funny because people think you’re going home to fuck but in reality you guys usually just lay in bed and giggle until like 3 am (not saying there aren’t nights where you do leave to go fuck because…)

tries to be subtle when he’s horny in public but it usually comes across pretty obvious. eyes you up and down, licks his lips. definitely whispers shit in your ear to see if he can make you blush, sly bastard

IMPATIENT ASF LIKE DAMN CAN YOU WAIT TIL WE GET HOME ???

“i thought you didn’t wanna leave yet?”

“there’s a bathroom.”

usually a dom but we’ll get into all that another time 😏

not the best memory but he tries, so he has a little notepad in his bedside table and written in it are things he’s seen you look at in stores and such. along with your favorite flowers and places to eat :(

hand on your thigh when he drives 100%

hands on you all the time tbh he loves to touch you. if you work on set, sometimes he’ll just run up to you, kiss you and leave to go back to what he was doing. idk man he’s just obsessed with you

let’s you sit on his lap and trim his facial hair up <3 has gotten a little too cheeky and caused you to cut him though

“ow! oh shit am i bleedin’?”

“stop distracting me idiot.”

carries a picture of you in his wallet (it’s probably a candid of you eating or something. he knows you’d kill him if you saw it)

he is the sweetest i cannot stress it enough . golden retriever bf to the max <3

side note: there’s definitely more than these if u guys want them lol i love him sm

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