hi em!! i saw you do song prompts and i’ve had two on my mine when it comes to knoxville!! it’s break even by the script and iris by the goo goo dolls :D i thought i’d share these w you bc you said you liked sing prompts!!
find you again - johnny knoxville x reader
a/n: hi, i love you! i also love song fics :D i hope you enjoy this!! <33 also, if you would like a other fic with “breakeven” by the script, just send me another request and I’ll be more than happy to write it!! :)
warnings: kinda sad, kinda angsty, I guess this could kinda be a right person wrong time kinda fic, mentions of sex but nothing too crazy, only proofread once!, and I think that’s it!
**the italicized words are the song lyrics :)
And I'd give up forever to touch you
A tear rolled down his soft cheek as the morning sun woke him. Scrambled in the white sheets of his hotel room bed, he thought of you. He thought of your eyes, and how beautiful they were. He thought of your hands, and how perfectly they fit inside his. He thought of your presence, and how it lit a flame inside of him.
He wanted so badly to touch you in this moment, but you were not there. You were thousands of miles away in an entirely different country. You were out of reach in every way. All he knew was your name.
Let’s look back for a bit.
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You met Johnny at a premiere for the first Jackass movie. Black tuxedo, black tie, scruffy beard. Everything about him put you in a trance. You didn’t even know the man, but his presence made you feel warm.
He radiated an energy that you had never felt. It was almost as if it had fit perfectly with your own. You weren’t even a fan of the movie or the tv show. Your best friend dragged you to the premiere, and you hesitantly accepted the offer. You didn’t even want to be there, until now.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
He laid his eyes on you and could hardly look away. The red carpet in front of him and everyone around it disappeared when he first looked at you. Your e/c eyes met his chocolate brown ones, and it felt like you two were the only ones there.
He walked away, but not because he wanted to. He had to keep walking, and had to leave you behind.
Your friend shook you back to reality screaming obscenities about how she swears Johnny was looking at her. She was convinced that she would go back to his hotel room tonight. But she was wrong.
And I don't want to go home right now
Johnny wanted to find you. He so desperately wanted to know your name. He wanted to know you.
Before the movie began, all of the boys stood in the front of the theater and said a few words. The entire time he was standing, his eyes were scanning the room. He was looking for the girl that entranced him. He had a hard time finding you in a room so crowded with people. They were cramped into the theater like sardines.
Just as he was about to sit down, he spotted you. You had been staring at him the whole time, and his eyes met yours. He smiled, and his dimple began to show, causing butterflies to grow in your chest.
And all I can taste is this moment
Your heart fluttered, as you knew he had found you again. What was it about you that he thought was so special? In a room full of people, he found you. You were the one he wanted to find, but why?
Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the boys were forced to sit down. Steve-O noticed Johnny’s disinterest in everything that was going on around him.
“Dude, what’s up with you? You’re at the premiere of your movie and it’s like you couldn’t care less. You’re staring into space.”
And all I can breathe is your life
“Her,” is all he could muster out. He breathed in a sharp breath and let it out slowly.
Steve-O was under the impression that Johnny had found his “after the movie fuck buddy”. He thought that Johnny had found the hottest girl in the crowd and would take her back to his hotel room. “Oh, I see. What lucky lady gets them a piece of you tonight?”
Johnny got defensive, which is something he had never done over a girl. “She’s not getting a piece of anything. She’s not a fucking toy, O.” He furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.
And sooner or later, it's over
“Geez, dude, I was just joking. Sorry.” Steve-O put both of his hands up. He knew it was best to not say anything else.
After the movie, the guys stayed back and watched everyone leave. Your friend insisted you stay with her because she wanted to see if any of the guys picked her up. You could have cared less about any of the other guys. You only wanted to see him.
Being some of the last viewers in the theater, you both decided to stand up and begin to walk out. The guys were leaving shortly after, almost as if it was destiny for you two to meet.
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
Johnny saw you get up and walk out, he quickened his pace and hurried to you. On the other hand, Steve-O spotted your friend. He followed closely behind Johnny to reach her, but he had no idea that Johnny was heading for you.
Steve-O reached your friend and pulled her off to the side. You watched her giggle and pull her black mini skirt up even farther, revealing far more than it should have. None of that mattered when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and stood face to face with the man that gave you butterflies, even though you had never spoken to him.
And I don't want the world to see me
“Hey,” his raspy, southern sounding voice said. “Who are you?”
Your brain simply wasn’t functioning. You could barely remember your own name. “Y/n.”
Your head dropped, as it suddenly became hard to look him in the eye. You couldn’t bare to look at him, as you began to think that he only wanted one thing from you.
He brought his pointer finger up to your chin, and raised your head up. You were looking him in the eye, and couldn’t look away.
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
“I want to take you back to my room. I want to talk.”
Everything in you said no. Every sensible bone in your body was screaming about how bad of an idea this was. But all you said was, “Okay.”
He grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers between your own. He led you to a yellow taxi, opening the door for you to step inside. Your mind wandered to your friend, but through the rear view mirror of the car, you saw her with Steve-O. “She’ll be fine,” you muttered to yourself.
When everything's made to be broken
He sat next to you in the uncomfortable leather seats of the taxi. The ride back, nothing was said. His hand still held yours, and his thumb mindlessly rubbed circles in your skin. You looked down at your hand, and then up at him. He was gazing out of the small taxi window.
The moonlight highlighted his strongest features. The soft glow made him seem almost angelic. He could feel your eyes staring at him. He turned around and said, “What are you looking at, doll?”
Your face turned bright red. “Nothing,” you whispered.
He only smiled, and turned back to look out of the window. The streetlights and signs on the stores illuminated the dark street. You wondered where you were going, and what would happen once you got there.
I just want you to know who I am
After a few more minutes of a silent car ride, the taxi came to a stop. “Here’s your hotel, man.”
“Thanks, bud,” Johnny handed him some cash. “Keep the change.”
“Hey, thanks. Y’all have a good night.”
You and Johnny stepped out of the car and waved the driver goodbye. He grabbed your hand once more and began to lead you inside.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
He led you to an elevator, and pressed the button to go up. “What floor?” he asked you with a wink.
Your face flushed red and you quietly said, “I don’t know,” with a slight smile.
“You’re a quiet one, huh? I like that.”
“I guess. I’ve never talked much,” you said, wondering why he was so entranced by you.
The elevator opened, and the both of you stepped inside. He pressed the button for the third floor, and you watched as the doors slowly closed.
Or the moment of truth in your lies
“So, y/n, what brought you to the premiere of the movie?”
You turned to look at him. “My friend brought me with her. She loves the show. I was just kinda there with her.” Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
“So, you don’t watch it or anything?”
“No. I wouldn’t know who you were if I hadn’t watched the movie. I don’t mean to say that and offend you, but I just wanted to be straightforward with you.” You were worried he would leave you behind now that he knew the truth, but his hand stayed in yours.
“So what do you know about me?” He said as the elevator doors opened. Both of you stepped out onto the ugly green carpet. You followed closely behind him until he unlocked a room with his key, holding the door for you as you entered.
When everything feels like the movies
He closed the door behind you and locked it. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside you, waiting for an answer to his question.
“Well, I know your name is Johnny. I also know that you do stupid shit for fun. Other than that, I couldn’t tell you anything.”
He laughed. “Well, I’ll tell you a bit about myself. My real name isn’t Johnny. It’s Philip John. Most people that know just call me PJ. Yes, I do stupid shit for fun, and I’m a dumbass for making money off of it. Your turn.”
“You already know my name, so no need to say that again. Other than that, there’s not much to say. I’m just a person, like you.”
He gave you a slightly confused look as you said that. “Just a person?”
Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive
“Yes?” you questioned. “We’re just people. Tiny people in a big, gross world. Why does that confuse you?”
He looked at you and his expression softened. “Sweetheart, let me be honest with you. You don’t know me. You don’t have this perception of me like other people do. I’m just a person to you, and that almost never happens to me. I’m never just a person.”
“You’re a person to me,” you smiled. He was never this genuine with anyone, and it surprised him that he felt he could be like this with you.
Without thinking, he put his hand up to your cheek and you melted into his touch. He leaned forward and closed the gap between you. You followed his lead, as the soft kiss made your heart speed up.
And I don't want the world to see me
He quickly pulled away and looked at you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without making sure it was okay. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you smiled. “Don’t overthink it. That’s my thing. You do stupid shit, I overthink.” You laughed.
“So there is something about you. You overthink,” he pretended to have a note pad writing what you said down. “Got it.”
The rest of the night was filled with meaningless conversation. One thing kept leading up to another, and the next morning you woke up next to him, your bare body pressed to his, fitting like the most perfect puzzle. Your legs were entangled with his own under the white sheets of the cheap hotel room.
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
You sat up, causing him to awaken. He looked at you in awe, as if he had never seen anything more beautiful. You, however, sat up replaying the memories you have of the night before. A wave of regret washed over you, and you tensed up as he touched you.
“Y/n, are you okay?” His face was full of concern.
“Oh my god,” you said as you brought your hand up to your forehead. “I’m so stupid.”
“Because. I’m sitting here naked in your bed. We fucked. That’s all you wanted, so now you got it.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You were right. Overthinking was your specialty.
“Y/n, why would you think that’s all I wanted? That’s not at all what last night was.”
When everything's made to be broken
“Then what was it? A ploy? To make me feel special or some shit? You’re this big celebrity, and I’m a nobody who didn’t even know you.” A tear fell down your cheek.
“Y/n, where is this coming from?” he said, confusion plastered all over his face.
“It’s coming from everything. You made me feel so special, and I barely even know who you are. This never happens to me, and every time someone makes me feel special, it ends up being a lie. This is probably just the same thing.” You began to sob, unable to hold your tears back.
“Y/n, I would never want to lie to you to hurt you like that. Believe it or not, I’ve never opened up to anyone without knowing them like I did with you. You’re incredible, and I have no idea why.” He sat up to wipe the tears from your eyes.
You sniffled, “That sounds like something that someone who just wanted a good fuck would say,” you mustered out a laugh.
I just want you to know who I am
He looked at you and grabbed your hand. The serious expression on his face made you a bit worrisome, but you wanted to hear what he had to say. “There’s a difference between fucking and making love, sweetheart. If I was just here to fuck you, I wouldn’t want to know what your favorite color was or what you like to eat. I wouldn’t want to know every minuscule detail about you, because if I was just fucking you, I wouldn’t care enough to ask.”
“So what are you saying if we didn’t just fuck?”
“I’m not saying that I love you or some cliche shit like thst. What I’m saying is, I felt something. I hope you felt it, too. I don’t know what it is, because in these situations I’ve never felt it before. All I’m saying is that we didn’t just fuck.”
And I don't want the world to see me
He meant that. He didn’t necessarily know what love felt like, because he had never felt a love like he had felt now. Instant connections were difficult for him to make, but he finally found one. He found you, and didn’t want to let you go. But he had to.
In the midst of this moment, Chris came knocking on the door yelling, “Knox! We’ve gotta leave in 20 minutes! Hurry your ass up and get to the lobby!”
“Shit!” He yelled. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Why do you have to go?” you asked, a bit heartbroken.
“We have a premiere, and we’ve gotta catch a flight. Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.” He sighed.
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
You sat there in denial, not believing that you would have to leave him so soon. You wanted to figure out who he was, but there was no time. You wanted to know how he truly felt, but there was no way of knowing.
Johnny was throwing different clothes in a suitcase, trying to get everything packed together. You found your clothes from the night before resting on the floor. You leaned over to pick them up, putting them back on. You watched as he was hurrying around the room, dare you say, like a chicken with its head cut off.
You were in disbelief, that you had to watch him leave, most likely to never see him again. Your heart was in shreds, and you barely knew who he was.
When everything's made to be broken
“Okay, sweetheart, I’ve gotta go. I wish I didn’t have to.” He said, a saddened expression crossing his face.
“It’s okay, I understand,” you said quietly. What else were you to say? This was all out of your control.
He walked over to you and grabbed both of your hands. He said, “I swear it, I’m gonna come back. You’re too good to leave behind.”
With that, he was gone. You saw him running down the hallway, reaching the elevator. You watched as the doors close, causing him to disappear. You broke, right as those silver elevator doors closed. A tear fell down your cheek, and all you could do was walk down to the lobby.
I just want you to know who I am
Johnny was sitting in the car with the rest of the boys. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how he had to leave you. He was mentally slapping himself for not even asking for your phone number. He felt like an idiot, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
You sat in the backseat of a taxi, enduring the long drive back to your shared apartment with your best friend. She would tell you all about her night with Steve-O, and how amazing he was in bed.
You tuned her out, your mind only thinking of Johnny. She gave every minuscule detail that you didn’t want to here. It seemed as if your friend kept rambling until she made a comment that sparked your attention.
“And then, he gave me his number! Can you believe it?”
“Wait,” you said, “he gave you his number?”
And I don't want the world to see me
“I need you to give it to me. Now.”
“Girl, why are you acting so serious right now? Why do you need his number anyway?” she questioned.
“Don’t ask me questions, just give me his number,” you said in a scarily demanding tone. She hesitated, and showed you the number he had written on a small sticky note. You hurried to the coffee table to pick up your phone. You quickly dialed the number and listened to it ring. Finally, you got an answer.
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
“What’s up? It’s Steve-O.”
“Steve-O, hi. I need Johnny’s number right now.”
“Who the fuck is this? And how did you get my number?”
“You remember that girl you fucked last night? I’m her best friend. I need Johnny’s number.”
“Oh, so you’re ‘her’. Yeah, Johnny told me about you. I gotcha.” He said. He gave you a telephone number that you wrote on your hand, making sure to not mess up any of the numbers.
“Steve-O, thank you so much. Really.”
“No problem, dude. I’m happy to help.”
When everything's made to be broken
With that, you hung up the phone and ended the conversation. You felt like you were on top of the world, or that you had just won the lottery with just a single phone number. You had access to him, in some way.
Your best friend was questioning you, but you were paying no attention to her at all. You were most concerned with calling this number, letting him know that you found him again.
Things like this happen for a reason, and whatever that reason was, you were happy.
I just want you to know who I am
You ran to your room, and you could hardly wait to hear his voice again. You dialed the number, and listened to it ring. Unfortunately, there was no answer. His voicemail, however, proved to you that it really was his number. You listened to his recorded voice say, “Hey, it’s Knox. Leave a message.”
You left him a voicemail, giving him your number and your name.
“Hey, PJ, it’s y/n. Look, this may be weird, but Steve-O gave me your number. I couldn’t wait to call, but you didn’t answer. So, if you wanna call me back, here’s my number.” You gave him your number in hopes of him returning your call.
You wanted to hear him again, you could hardly bear it. There was so much you wanted to say, and things you so badly wanted him to hear.
I just want you to know who I am
Now, it’s time to go back to the present.
He was in his hotel room, his mind filled with nothing but you. It was early in the morning, as the sun had begun to rise. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he thought of you, and how he was forced to leave you. His phone began to ring, and he looked at the number. He didn’t answer it in time, so he thought it must be nothing.
He heard his phone ding once more, indicating a voicemail message. No one ever left him voicemails, so he thought he might need to listen to it. To his surprise, he heard your voice and his heart began to race. He listened to your message, and wrote down the number that you gave him and immediately called it. He listened to it ring three times before he heard you say, “Hello?”
“Oh my god, y/n! Hey! I’m so sorry I had to leave you like that back at the hotel.” He began profusely apologizing for things that required no apology at all. You understood, and he was thankful.
You two talked for over an hour about little things with little meaning. You discussed what happened at the hotel, and every other small thing that either one of you could think of. You were just happy to hear his voice, as was he.
I just want you to know who I am
Your conversation was cut short when he had to leave to get ready for his next red carpet walk. He ended the conversation by saying, “When I get back, doll, I’m coming to see you. I can’t go without you.”
“Just be safe, PJ. And be smart. Maybe I’ll see you when you get back.” You hung up the phone, your heart racing. He wanted to see you. Maybe he meant what he said that night.
After that specific conversation, months passed by filled with hundreds of phone calls. You were falling in love with the boy you had only met once. Little did you know, he was falling in love with you, too.
I just want you to know who I am
One day you were just sitting on your couch reading a book. It was a peaceful Wednesday with not much going on. Your friend had gone out to the store, and you decided to stay back and have some alone time.
You were completely focused on your book when you heard your doorbell ring. You thought it was your friend needing help with the groceries. You sat your book on the coffee table and stood up, walking towards the door. You opened the door only to be met with the tall figure with beautiful, chocolate brown eyes.
a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! i loved writing this for you! if you want to request, don’t hesitate to ask!! much love! -em <3
