Her Camera Lens
Summary: Y/N Knoxville loves spending time with her husband; she also loves taking photos of their love. The moments behind her camera roll are the most important.
Word count: ~2.5k (not really proofread, sorry!)
Photos from pinterest :)
Make Up
"No, don't talk to me." She knew she was just being stubborn, but Johnny had stayed to film later than he said he would, telling her he'd come home before dinner to take her out, and yet showed up too late for them to get to their reservation.
"Baby, how can I make it up? I'm sorry, sweetie, truly." He kneeled down in front of her, grabbing her hand, and kissing it softly to get her to look at him without a glare.
"You promised me an evening of yours, Johnny. Not even a full day, just an evening!" Y/N was now in her sweats and his sweater, makeup wiped off in frustration, and legs folded underneath her on the couch, allowing Johnny to continue holding her hand in his.
"I get it, you're in the middle of filming the movie, but baby, I just want one evening to sit with my husband, dress up fancy, and drink enough wine for us to come back home and have sex on our bed, not in the trailer! But it seems that Jeff and the guys are getting to wine and dine you more than me!"
Johnny almost let a joke slip about 'wine and dine'-ing with Jeff and the guys, but he knew it was not the moment at all; it would only dig him into a deeper hole, so he only kissed her hand one more time before looking back at her to see all the exasperated look in her eyes after her rant.
"mhm, I'm so sorry baby." Several kisses were placed along her arm, getting closer to her, trying to ease up the tension. Her body only knew how to receive Johnny's kisses, she hated the way it instantly reacted to him, she put her hands on his chest, "No, you can't kiss your way through this tonight."
He leaned back to sit on his heels again while they stayed in silence. Y/N was analyzing him, trying to not reach out for him, and Johnny tried to come up with a plan on how to make it up to his wife.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I messed up. I one hundred percent deserve this, but let me make it up to you."
And that's how Johnny and Y/N ended up eating Chinese takeout in the living room, both now in their loungewear, watching Y/N's favorite sitcom. Johnny wanted to sit next to Y/N, but she was still being stubborn and sent him to sit across from her on the lounge chair.
"Johnny," he turned away from the TV to look at his wife. She extended her arm out; he quickly mimicked her actions, not wanting to miss his opportunity to touch her. She interlocked their pinkies and went back to watching the show like normal, no other words said.
Well, no other words until the snapshot of her phone camera went off. Johnny looked at her, amused. She took a picture of their interlocked pinkies. "Instagram-worthy, babe? What was that for?" He let out a little chuckle.
"Don't push it, Knox. This is going to be the first thing I pull out next time I ask you to take me to get a midnight sweet treat." She was partially telling the truth because, in reality, she took it as a reminder for herself of his love for her. He messed up today, sure, but he knew how to make it up to her; he cared and waited for her, he always did.
Picture in His Wallet
"Babe, I'm telling you, I forget you're older than me until you start saying all of this," Y/N lightly laughs at her husband, hearing his corny jokes all throughout the night and having it be supported with Johnny's 'back then, it was funny'.
They were walking to the restaurant for date night, Y/N choosing to keep it casual as he'd taken her out on fancy ones once a week for a month.
Johnny let go of her hand, resting it on his bicep, clutching his chest in mock offense after being reminded of their age difference, but laughing along with her. "So, it's probably the wrong time to show you this."
He pulls out his wallet from the back pocket, Y/N getting curious by the second as he struggles. When it finally came out and he saw his wife watching his hands, he decided to stop and tease for a bit more. "Actually, nevermind."
Y/N let out a 'wha-' and went to grab the wallet, but he pulled his hand back and chuckled at her. She turned to look at him when hearing that, saw that the wallet went back to his back pocket and knew he wanted a reaction.
"Fine by me." She stared up at him, trying to show a lack of anticipation that Johnny could clearly tell was not there. "Really, sweetheart?"
"Mhm, not bothered one bit, babe"
"I don't even get a firm pat down? Ya know, it's in the back pocket." He cheekily smiled and leaned down to plant a kiss on the crown of her head. Before Y/N could say anything, Johnny led her towards the entrance of the restaurant, still so close to her. "Oh, too late, sweetheart. Maybe you can take up the offer later, hmm? I know I wouldn't mind."
Y/N rolled her eyes then, but after being seated and placing their order and talking about their work life and what new renovations Johnny wanted to do to the house, she gave up. "God, Johnny, just tell me please," She groaned and put her head down on the table.
His eyes sparkled, eyebrows shot up, and a successful grin displayed. She looked up and saw it and groaned because he knew how to mess with her and get the reaction he wanted. "Fine, love, because you look so miserable trying to pretend you don't care, I'll show you."
And finally, the wallet came out, and Y/N watched, curious as ever, what he could possibly have in it. And that was when he turned it over and showed her his wallet, "Look at this, love," his voice soft.
She looked at his face, but he was looking down at the picture in his wallet with such fondness, before looking up, wanting to see her reaction. "You're literally the cutest old man ever, I swear." She was grinning widely before quickly reaching over the table to grab his face and plant a kiss on his lips.
"It's old-fashioned love, baby, doesn't make me old, just a romantic," he grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb.
"Don't care what it makes you, I love you so much, Johnny," she brought up his hand to place a kiss on it. "Hold it up, I want to take a photo of this!"
Setting down the phone after showing him her photo, she realized something, "Wait, where are all your cards, babe?"
"See, I'm actually not that old cause I have tap to pay on my phone," Johnny nodded his head, pointing and smiling at her, thinking he proved a point.
"Wow, babe, I'd say so too, but they don't accept that here." She nodded along with a wide grin on her face.
"Oh, well, that's a problem now, isn't it?" He got flustered, but was relieved his wife found it funny.
Caretaker
Y/N stumbled out of the doors holding onto her husband tightly, most of her weight being put onto him. She was tipsy to say the least, Johnny telling her he'd take care of her tonight.
"Baby, you're such an amazing husband, I swear," She tried to reach up and kiss his jaw but stumbled as he was still taller than her, and she couldn't find the coordination to tiptoe, walk, and kiss Johnny at the same time.
"Whoa, careful, sweetheart," Johnny lightly laughed at her and stabilized her footing with a hand on her waist. She just huffed and settled on holding his arm until they got home.
"I had the most fun night ever, but I don't think I'm gonna do it again anytime soon," She grimaced
"mhm, why's that?"
"I'm so tired! I don't know how people do it. I can't stand these heels for too long, barely even dance. I feel a blister coming in." She lifted up her left foot, hopping to show Johnny which exact foot was getting a blister.
Johnny watched her with amusement and knew his wife needed him, but was too prideful in asking him. "C'mere, sweetheart."
He motioned her closer and saw the wince she let out on every other step she took. Y/N assumed he'd give her a kiss, hopefully a long and steamy one that would take her back to their first couple of dates. However, when she went to wrap her arms around his neck, he was already crouching down to scoop her up, making her lock her arms quicker around him, "Johnny!"
"Gonna carry you home, can't have you with blisters now, can I?"
He carried her home, casually walking; it wasn't a long walk back either way, but for a blistered foot in a heel, it was a great distance. Y/N would spend her time giggling, throwing her head back, and then going back to analyzing her husband and tracing his features. "When we get home, take me straight to the bed."
Johnny looked down at her and watched her glossed lips and gazed stare, "Whoa-ho, little lady! Trying to get into my pants, sweetheart?" He teased.
Y/N giggled and caressed his jaw before leaving many kisses there, "God, yes."
"Welp, I'm sold!" Johnny laughed as she swatted his chest at his joking antics, following it with a kiss, a teaser for later. "I love you, sweetheart."
"Forever and ever, baby." Y/N giggled and placed one last kiss on her husband's jaw.
They were comfortable listening to the city's nightlife, once in a while sharing a laugh and mentioning the people they saw at the club. Y/N got her phone out of her purse before snapping a picture of it all, "Capturing my last club hopping -" "Giving it up just like that?" Johnny found humor behind her reasoning , they rarely even went out.
"Noooo, Johnny, let me finish what I was saying!" She threw her head back with a dramatic groan. "I was saying that this is my last club hopping with heels. I don't give a damn if girls are gonna say shit for going in flats; I'm tired as hell!"
"Who said flats shouldn't be worn to clubs?"
"The internet," She shrugged and played with the hair on the back of his head, "Ugh, but heels look so good on me in the club, and it adds some height for me to be able to kiss you better."
Johnny smirked when he looked at her and rubbed his thumb against her thigh, "mmm, how 'bout you wear your pretty little heels and I'll hold onto the flats for you to change into when you're tired?"
Her eyes shone when she processed his pitched idea and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She didn't want to have to give up her heels, but she didn't want to sacrifice her feet.
"Or you can wear your heels, and I'll carry you around if it means I get to have you all up on me, sweetheart," Johnny shot her a wink and kissed her head while Y/N rolled her eyes.
"Tsk, I'm always on you, it's a surprise we even make it back home and not just do it in a bathroom stall!"
"Well, there was that one time -"
She didn't let him finish as she finally saw their hotel building and practically jumped out of his arms, took off her heels, and ran towards it while dragging him behind her. "C'mon, babe, cause then it'll be in the elevator !"
"Still, wouldn't be the weirdest place."
Extra: Daddy Knoxville on Set
"Get a camera here," Johnny pointed at a spot in front of him and then moved a couple of steps to the left of there, "and another over here, make sure we really get the boys' reactions when they come through."
Johnny had brought Y/N and their daughter, Y/D/N, to set that day, claiming there would be no genitals out, just stupidness going on. Y/N used to love being behind the scenes of it all; watching Johnny directing would never be something she got tired of, and watching Johnny direct with their daughter in his arms made it even more worthwhile.
Y/N was wary of how often Johnny would be there for Y/D/N's bedtime or for the special moments when he told her he wanted Jackass to return, but Johnny promised he'd be there for it all, which he kept. If the guys went out to drink after filming, he went back to his wife and daughter. When a hard stunt was coming up that filming day, and he was nervous, he called his wife and would listen to her trying to coax a babble out of their daughter to soothe his nerves. Now, he went as far as to bring them to work with him.
Y/N was sitting with Jeff, just watching it all happen in front of her, production doing what they needed to do. When she looked up from the production monitor, Johnny was repositioning Y/D/N, who was becoming fussy being in the same position without attention.
He put her in his left arm, laying her down on her belly and moving it up and down like a plane with a few sound effects, "Babygirl, you're flying!" Johnny laughed and couldn't wipe the smile off of his face while his daughter was squealing with joy at the game.
"Do you think it'll be better to do it immediately when they get here? What do you suggest?" A member of the production crew went over to Johnny, who stopped moving Y/D/N around to focus on the prank setup.
As they both stayed there watching the production team move things around, Y/N quickly pulled out her phone to snap a photo of the daddy/daughter duo. Once everything was set up, they immediately went back to playing 'airplane,' but this time flying over towards Y/N, "Go to mama, love, daddy has to walk your uncles over to get their butts blown off!"
Y/N grabbed her daughter, scrunching up her face and cooing to let Johnny work. "C'mere, babygirl, daddy's gotta get to work before we're kicked off set by Uncle Jeff!" She bounced the girl, who was looking at her mom and dad, back and forth.
Johnny kissed Y/D/N's head and held her tiny hand in one hand and grabbed Y/N's cheek with the other to place a kiss on her lips. "I love ya both, watch daddy strut his stuff." He winked at his wife and caressed his daughter's cheek before finally walking off to film, hearing them both giggling underneath the tent.
Y/D/N: Your daughter's name
I feel like this is a bit better than my last one, so, slowly but surely, I'm gaining some confidence with it all. I hope you guys enjoy it :D
