Do you think you can write a story where the female reader is dating one of the jackass guys and the female reader has a little kink for hands and one of the jackass guys doesn’t notice it until one day during a stunt he notices how the female reader pays a little closer attention to his hands so he decides to confront her then TURNS INTO SMUT😛
IM SORRY THIS IS BAD I TRIED! i made this like they're sort of flirts instead of dating, hope that's okay!!
The first thing you notice when Johnny walks into any room is his hands. You’ve known him long enough to see them in action—the way they grip the railing, the flick of his fingers as he gestures, even the subtle calluses from years of stunts. It’s not just admiration; it’s a little thrill that runs through you every time your eyes drift down to them. You catch yourself tracing the shape in your mind when he isn’t looking, imagining how strong they must feel wrapped around yours.
“Hey, you hiding over here?” Johnny’s voice breaks you out of your reverie. He’s grinning like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, and for a second, you freeze.
“Uh, no… just checking out the set,” you mumble, trying to sound casual.
He leans against the railing beside you, and your heart skips. There’s something magnetic about him, the way he carries that reckless energy, like he’s always on the edge of chaos but somehow still in control. You glance down at his hands again—knuckles slightly scraped, veins prominent from gripping the stunt gear—and you can’t stop yourself from imagining them on you, moving with that effortless strength.
Johnny notices your gaze. “You staring at my hands again?” he teases, nudging you lightly with his elbow.
You flush but don’t look away. “Maybe,” you admit softly, the word barely audible.
He laughs, low and rumbling, and it makes your stomach flip. “You’re such a freak,” he says, shaking his head. Then his fingers brush yours accidentally as he passes you a roll of tape, and the spark is immediate, electric. You feel it from your fingertips all the way up your spine.
The day on set moves in its usual chaotic rhythm. Cameras whir, crew members shout directions, and Johnny moves through it all with that unshakable energy that draws everyone’s attention. You stick close, pretending to help with props or handing him water, but really, you’re watching his hands, how they grip the pole before a stunt, the way he adjusts his gloves, the casual flick of a wrist as he jokes with someone.
Every small touch sets your nerves alight. When he laughs and slaps your hand lightly in a playful reprimand for holding a prop wrong, you can feel the heat pooling low in your stomach. You bite your lip to keep from reacting too obviously, but it’s hard when every motion, every glance from him, seems to tease something deeper inside you.
During a break, he sits beside you on a crate, stretching his legs out lazily. You can’t resist letting your eyes linger on his hands as they rest on his knees, fingers curling slightly. He notices, of course. Johnny always notices.
“You like looking at these, don’t you?” he asks softly, tilting his hand so you can see the knuckles and scars more clearly. The teasing in his tone makes your pulse quicken.
“I… maybe,” you whisper, trying to sound casual but failing.
He grins, leaning closer, letting his hand hover near yours, just close enough to make your skin tingle. “You’re impossible,” he murmurs, and you can feel it—not just the thrill of his proximity, but the slow, simmering heat that builds whenever his hands are near yours.
As the crew calls everyone back to set, he grabs your hand, squeezing it briefly before letting go. The touch is fleeting, but it lingers in your mind like fire. All day, you catch yourself sneaking glances, imagining those strong, familiar hands tracing over you when no one is looking.
By the end of the shoot, your thoughts are entirely consumed by him. His hands. How they move, how they feel, and the way he seems to know exactly how much to tease without crossing the line—except in your imagination, where the line doesn’t exist.
You catch him watching you as you walk back to the trailer. His eyes glint with mischief, and you know he’s already aware of the effect he has on you. A small, private thrill rushes through you at the thought. One day soon, you’re pretty sure he’ll do more than just tease. And just the idea makes your pulse race as you picture what might happen when those hands finally get your full attention.
The next morning you’re back on set, and it’s the same chaos you’ve come to expect—props scattered, cameras being adjusted, everyone buzzing with energy. Johnny’s already in the middle of it all, cracking jokes, hyping everyone up, that familiar reckless smile plastered across his face.
You try to focus on the stunt board in your hands, but your eyes betray you the second you see him pulling on his gloves. The leather creaks under the strength of his grip, and the veins along his forearms stand out as he flexes his hands, stretching them before another wild idea takes shape.
You swallow hard.
Johnny catches you. Of course he does. His dark sunglasses slide down just enough for you to see the smirk tugging at his lips.
“You’re not even pretending to hide it anymore,” he calls out, loud enough for a couple of crew members to glance over in confusion.
Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Shut up,” you mutter, burying your face in the clipboard.
He laughs, the kind of laugh that makes everyone else around him grin, but his attention doesn’t leave you. As the crew disperses to set up the next shot, Johnny wanders over, leaning his weight on the crate beside you.
“You know, most girlfriends stare at their boyfriend’s ass or chest,” he teases. He holds his hands out deliberately, wiggling his fingers in front of your face. “But not you. You’ve got a thing for these beat-up paws, huh?”
You roll your eyes, trying to play it off, but your pulse betrays you. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re busted.” His voice drops lower, just for you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “I swear, every time I catch you looking, it makes me wanna—” He cuts himself off, grin widening. “Well. Maybe I shouldn’t finish that sentence out here.”
Your stomach knots at the way he says it, casual but heavy with suggestion.
The day moves on, but Johnny doesn’t let it drop. Every chance he gets, he teases you with those hands. Passing you a bottle of water, he lets his fingers graze over yours a beat too long. During a break, he stretches, making a show of cracking his knuckles. When you hand him a helmet, he deliberately brushes his thumb across your palm as he takes it.
By the time the last stunt wraps, you’re wound tight with tension.
Later, when the crew clears out for the evening, you find yourself lingering in the quiet. Johnny is leaning against the hood of a beat-up production van, his hands shoved in his pockets, hair messy, sunglasses gone now that the sun’s dipped lower. He looks relaxed, but you know better—he’s waiting.
“You gonna come over here, or you gonna keep pretending you don’t want to?” he asks, voice soft but sharp enough to cut through the silence.
Your feet move before your brain catches up. He smirks as you step closer, until you’re standing between his knees. His hands slip free from his pockets, and your breath catches automatically.
“God, you’re predictable,” he says, watching the way your gaze drops instantly. He tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Say it.”
Your voice shakes. “I like your hands.”
His grin is wicked. “I know you do.” He trails the back of his knuckles slowly down your cheek, and the simple touch is enough to make your knees wobble. “You’ve been staring at them like they’re the only thing holding you together.”
You bite your lip, your breath quickening as his fingers trace your jaw, feather-light, before brushing down the side of your neck.
“Maybe I should put them to better use,” Johnny murmurs.
The words hang between you, thick with promise. His hand slips behind your neck, tugging you closer until your foreheads touch. You can feel the warmth of his breath, the slow drag of his thumb across your pulse point, the tension strung so tight it feels like a wire about to snap.
And just before he kisses you, he pulls back with that infuriating grin. “But not out here. Gotta give the crew something to wonder about.”
He lets go, slipping his hand back into his pocket as he walks off toward the trailer, leaving you breathless, buzzing, and already imagining what’s going to happen when he finally stops teasing and gives you exactly what you’ve been craving.
By the time you make it back to the trailer, your chest is tight with anticipation. Johnny has that effect on you—leaving you wound up, flustered, desperate, but still laughing through it all. It’s infuriating, and addictive.
The trailer door creaks open, and you step inside, the faint scent of cigarettes and leather lingering in the air. Johnny’s already there, sprawled across the couch like he owns the world. He glances up from whatever he’s fiddling with, that slow grin spreading across his face when he sees you.
“Knew you’d follow me,” he drawls. His voice is lazy, cocky, but the spark in his eyes says he’s been waiting.
You shut the door behind you, your pulse pounding in your ears. “You didn’t exactly give me a choice.”
Johnny pats the spot beside him. “Come here, darlin’.”
You move toward him, but before you can sit, his hand shoots out and catches your wrist. The grip is firm but not painful, and the simple feel of his fingers curling around you makes your breath stutter. He watches your reaction with that same mischievous glint.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters, tugging you closer until you’re standing between his knees. His thumb brushes lazily against the inside of your wrist, dragging across your skin like he’s testing how far he can push. “You’re shaking already. Just from this?”
You swallow hard. “Maybe.”
“Maybe, my ass.” He chuckles, low and warm. “You’ve been eye-fucking my hands for weeks, and now you can’t even stand still when I touch you. You’re so easy, baby.”
Your cheeks burn, but the heat in your stomach only coils tighter.
Johnny leans back, pulling you with him until you’re straddling his lap. His hands settle on your hips, heavy and commanding. You bite your lip as his fingers dig in, dragging you closer against him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost in awe. “All this over a pair of busted knuckles and calluses.” He lifts one hand, holding it up between you like evidence. The skin is rough, a faint scar cutting across his index knuckle, veins rising as he flexes. “This what you’ve been drooling over?”
Your eyes lock on it before you can stop yourself, and he laughs, shaking his head. “Jesus. You’re hopeless.”
But instead of teasing more, he presses that same hand to your cheek. The contrast of rough skin against soft makes your whole body tremble. His thumb drags across your bottom lip, tugging it down just slightly.
“Open.”
The command is soft, but you obey instantly. His thumb slips past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, and your eyes flutter shut as the taste of salt and skin fills your mouth. You suck gently without even thinking, and the groan that rumbles from Johnny’s chest makes your thighs clench around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s what you want, huh? You wanna suck on my fingers like a good little slut?”
You nod, cheeks heating, your lips wrapped tighter around his thumb. His grin is wicked, approving. He slides another finger into your mouth, stretching your lips around them both, and you moan at the sensation.
“That’s it,” he says, voice roughening. “Look at you. So fucking needy for my hands.”
His other hand slides down your spine, pressing you firmly against his lap. You can feel him hard beneath you, the heat radiating through his jeans. Every shift of his fingers in your mouth, every subtle scrape of calloused skin against your tongue, only makes the ache between your legs sharper.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, a strand of saliva connects them to your lips. He smears it across your cheek with a grin. “Messy girl.”
You can barely catch your breath before his hand closes around your throat. Not tight—just enough to hold, to remind you who’s in control. His thumb rests against your pulse, and you swear he can feel how fast it’s racing.
“You think I didn’t notice?” he whispers, leaning in close. “Every time I touched you, every time I passed you something on set. You were practically shaking with it. I’ve been dying to see you like this.”
His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond. The kiss is rough, hungry, all teeth and tongue, his hands framing your face, holding you still like you’re something precious and breakable. Your fingers claw at his shirt, desperate to anchor yourself.
Then those hands are everywhere—on your jaw, sliding down your throat, gripping your waist, sneaking under your shirt. Each touch is deliberate, worshipful in its own filthy way, and you can’t decide if you want to melt or explode.
“Take this off,” he growls, tugging at your shirt. You yank it over your head, and his palms are instantly on your bare skin, dragging over your ribs, cupping your breasts through your bra. His thumbs flick against your nipples, and you gasp into his mouth.
“God, I love how responsive you are,” he mutters. “I barely touch you, and you’re already soaked, aren’t you?”
You nod breathlessly, grinding down against him.
“Prove it.”
Before you can ask how, his hand is between your thighs, palming you through your jeans. The pressure makes you whimper, and Johnny smirks. “Thought so.”
His fingers make quick work of your button and zipper, sliding into your waistband. You arch into his touch, desperate, as he drags his rough fingertips over your panties. The friction is unbearable, perfect.
“Johnny—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Let me take care of you.”
His hand slips inside, finally pressing against your wet heat. You moan, clinging to his shoulders as he teases you, circling your clit with maddening precision. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, thicker, stronger, and every stroke feels like it’s pulling you apart piece by piece.
“You feel that?” he whispers against your ear. “That’s what you’ve been waiting for. My hands all over you, exactly where you need them.”
When he slides two fingers inside, the stretch makes you cry out. He groans at the sound, pumping them steadily, curling just right to make your whole body tremble. His palm grinds against your clit with every thrust, and you can’t hold back the shameless moans spilling from your lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “You’re gripping me so tight. Bet I could make you come just like this, huh? Just from my fingers.”
You nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes—please, Johnny—don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His pace quickens, the wet sounds filling the trailer as he fucks you with his hand. He keeps his eyes locked on your face, watching every reaction like it’s the best show he’s ever seen.
“That’s it, darlin’. Take it. Take my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.”
The filthy words make your walls clamp down harder, and you’re spiraling, your body strung so tight it’s about to snap. His thumb circles your clit with ruthless precision, and you break—crying out his name as you come, shaking around his fingers.
Johnny growls, dragging it out, fucking you through it until you collapse against his chest, panting and trembling.
He pulls his hand free slowly, deliberately, and holds it up between you. His fingers glisten with your release, and his grin is feral.
“Look at that,” he says. “All from these hands you’re so obsessed with.”
Before you can recover, he pushes those same slick fingers into your mouth. Your eyes roll back as you taste yourself, sucking greedily. Johnny watches, groaning low in his throat.
“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
When he finally pulls his hand away, he cups your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. His kiss is softer this time, almost reverent, but his words are anything but.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “These hands? They’ll ruin you if you let me.”
And the worst part—the best part—is that you want nothing more than to let him.
Jackass relationship hc’s that made me kick my feet ⏾⋆.˚
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includes: johnny knoxville, bam margera, ryan dunn, steve-o and chris pontius
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johnny knoxville:
✮⋆˙ definitely makes fun of you when you complain about small things (like being too hot, or walking too much, or not wanting to drive), will do a big, exaggerated frown and start mocking you before cracking into his huge smile and pulling you in for a hug with a dramatic tsk and ‘aww poor baby’ to follow.
✮⋆˙ this man LOVES involving you in every detail of his life. yes, you’re his s/o but you’re definitely also his best friend. Would bring you on set to watch all his dumb stunts and look over right when they finish to make sure you’re getting a kick out of it.
✮⋆˙ whenever you guys are out somewhere with a lot of people, like events, or crowded bars, he always has a hand on the small of your back no matter what.
✮⋆˙ obsesses over you wearing his clothes, like his dumb shirts or his jackets. Will always try to find some excuse to get you to put them on (‘it’s too cold, you’ll catch sm’thin’ – and it’s the middle of spring). One time before you came on set with him, he offered up one of his spare shirts ‘so you’d be more comfortable’, and after you’d politely declined, he sicked bam and ryan on you who were equipped with barbeque sauce and flour. As he holds a camera up to your face, he holds out said shirt and says with a smirk, ‘I thought you didn’t want it’. Of course, he gave it to you afterwards hehe.
✮⋆˙ his top pet names for you are definitely ‘sugar’ and ‘darlin’.
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bam margera:
✮⋆˙ talks just cause he likes the sound of his own voice at this point, this man would yap your ear off every single day. Just about random shit, what he did with his friends that day, things that are coming up, ideas for stunts. And when he gets going, sometimes his accent makes it hard to understand him, he’s like a blur of pure energy, but you always make sure to listen as intently as possible.
✮⋆˙ would steal your jewellery, and your clothes (even if they’re too small for him), you’ve found him in shirts that are definitely too cropped, him rifling around in the fridge, hair messy, lower stomach fully out. ‘hm? Yeah- yeah ‘s good… ‘s fine’, while he’s barely looking down at it. It’s happened a few times at this point.
✮⋆˙ requests you do his eyeliner for him, most of the time it’s you sitting on the sink in the bathroom, one hand on his jaw holding him still, legs wrapped around his middle, while you smudge it under his eyes.
✮⋆˙ skates with you all the time, doing two person tricks and teaching you new things. (and if you can’t skate), would put you on his boards, hold your hands and run up and down the ramps so you could at least experience it with him lol.
✮⋆˙ does that thing when you’re scratching his back in bed, where if you stop, he starts shaking his shoulders and whining until you start up again.
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ryan dunn:
✮⋆˙ a literal cube of sugar, he’s sweet and gentle with you and that doesn’t change when he’s around the guys. He’ll always keep a hand on top of yours or intertwined between your fingers. He’ll give you small, reassuring squeezes while side-eyeing you, and won’t stop looking until you squeeze back.
✮⋆˙ you two love playing with each other’s hair, you’ll give him little braids and plaits on the underside of his hair.
✮⋆˙ since you’ve been with him, you haven’t opened a single bottle or can yourself. It’s one of his weird quirks, even if he’s in the middle of a conversation and someone hands you a drink, he’ll take it out of your hands without even looking and open it for you.
✮⋆˙ obsessed with picking you up, whether that’s carrying you somewhere else, hugging you and lifting you off your feet, or picking you up and throwing you the couch or bed, he’s just constantly doing it. To the point that the other guys give him shit for it, asking if you’re paralyzed and can’t walk yourself.
✮⋆˙ he lives by ‘happy wife, happy life’ (even if you’re not a wife lol), if you say ‘no’ to something he just looks at the guys, with a shrug and a lobsided look before following you. A ‘yes ma’am’ kinda guy.
✮⋆˙ drags you to EVERY party or event he goes to and introduces you as ‘his girl’ to every single person he can, always with an arm thrown lazily over your shoulders.
✮⋆˙ you two are pretty much professionally certified at sleeping on couches. Somehow, even though there’s two of you, you always end up on a couch at the end of the night. You pretend like you always just draw the short stick, but in reality, you both definitely sway the situation, so you end up there. The two of you lay tangled up together, sometimes uncontrollably giggling early into the morning when you both still haven’t come down from whatever you were doing that night.
✮⋆˙ he always inexplicably has some kind of speaker on him, ready to blast music at any moment. Definitely one of those guys that lip-syncs/ sings in your face, dancing around you all crazy like. You definitely match his energy though and that’s why he’s into you.
✮⋆˙ you two definitely have some dumbass matching tattoo that he likes to whip out and show people on a whim, which probably involves him stripping down in some capacity. If you cant tell I definitely think he would show you off at every opportunity because he thinks you’re the coolest ever.
✮⋆˙ this fucker bites too. In every way. Or licks. Idk he’s lowkey got an oral fixation and for some reason always has his mouth in you, even if that’s just him running up to you and licking the side of your face.
✮⋆˙ dude loves car rides, even if you guys aren’t going anywhere, he could sit there, driving around aimlessly, one hand on your thigh, for hoursssss, late into the night.
✮⋆˙ his jokes are so corny, but you laugh every time. And I think when it’s an especially bad joke, he turns around with a smirk and says, ‘oh you like that one?’.
✮⋆˙ always pulling you into his shenanigans, on and ofr set. He loves to include you in pranks on the other guys, which does normally involve you luring them into his schemes.
✮⋆˙ dudes a water baby for sure, needs to be swimming, surfing, anything in water all of the time. He would def throw you in the pool all the fucking time and laugh when you get pissed off about your hair getting ruined. While he gets to dress up as bunny the lifeguard he makes you wear a huge, oversized ‘lifeguard shirt’ with a comically large, red whistle around your neck as his ‘helper’. Kinda giving ‘put me in coach’ energy.
✮⋆˙ always scaring you. Every doorway you walk into, he’s there jumping out, hootin and hollerin. Running up behind you and grabbing you by the waist to scare you. It’s become a running joke on set.
Steve-o with a girl no one can believe is actually with him. She's smart, hot, funny and young and they're both obsessed with each other. They're both partiers and the guys think its a prank at first cause they just can't believe that a babe like her is with a guy like him.
u + me = <3
Steve-O was the kind of guy that would give your parents a heart attack if you brought him home. Covered in tattoos, doing stunts for a living.. I mean, you were meant to be dating some med student, But you couldn’t help it, despite his looks, he was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.
Around his buddies, he put on his “tough guy” persona, acting all cool. With you though, he was completely different. He was the guy you fell in love with.
Tonight, he invited you to some LA party to meet his friends. when you saw him you ran up, embracing your boyfriend in a hug. “Hey baby..” You say softly, nuzzling your head into his chest. It had only been a few hours since you had seen him, but it felt like years.
“Hey sugar..” he replied, raspy voice filling your ears. You leaned back, and you just couldn’t help yourself but to kiss him, his lips meeting yours in a warm embrace, when you heard chuckles in the distance.
You pull away, nose scrunching as you spot the boys, pointing and laughing. “Woahh.. how’d you land her Steve-O?” said Bam in that oh so obnoxious tone. Why did they always have to make fun of love?
Johnny walked up, patting him on the back. “Is this like.. a prank or somethin’..? How much are ya gettin’ paid sweetheart..?” You shake your head, confused. “What..?” That’s when Steve-O speaks up. “Look man, it’s not a prank. Why is it so hard to believe that I found a girlfriend?”
“It’s not that..” Johnny drawled, “Just that you found one that’s got some class” “Hey honey.. let’s go over to the bar huh?” Steve-O says, leading you away from the boys. “I’m sorry about them, they’re always kinda like that.”
“it’s alright, I mean.. I know how friends are..” You say sweetly. God, you were always so sweet with him. He was used to girls using him for hookups and moving on, but you were so different. You were gentle, kind, and you stayed…
That’s when you kissed him again, lips moving in perfect unison. It’s as if they were made for each other, and maybe they were..
this fic was inspired by this fic written by b4mpyre-k1zz3s, please please please give them some love! i love the idea of medic!y/n interacting with the jackass guys and b4mpyre-k1zz3s did it incredibly well
please enjoy!!
summary: as the newly hired medic for the jackass set, you had no idea what you were in for when you were invited to your first stunt.
pairings: johnny knoxville x reader, chris pontius x reader, bam margera x reader, ryan dunn x reader, steve-o x reader
warnings: swearing, dumbass stunts, afab!reader, mentions of injuries and blood
word count: ~ 2.3k
You are the new medic that was hired to assist on a relatively new MTV show, Jackass. You have seen a couple of clips here and there when there were reruns on the TV, but you have never sat down and watched an episode. Needless to say, the parts you have seen were incredibly... artistic, and thus, made you a little nervous to start as a medic as you saw how often the cast on the show got hurt.
Speaking of, you had finally received a text message from Jeff Tremaine, the director of Jackass. You rub the sleep out of your eyes since the text has woken you up, and you read the very few words of the message. It lists coordinates and a short phrase, "12 p.m. Be there." You furrow your brows in confusion as you had slightly expected there to be more formal instructions. However, you shrug this off as you get ready for the day and possibly to treat some very injured men.
You eventually decide to wear a simple band t-shirt and baggy jeans with black sneakers. You explicitly remember Jeff mentioning before how showing up in a professional uniform was unnecessary and you hope he remembered this as you left the house in your casual clothes.
You pull up to the coordinates Jeff mentions in his text and are puzzled to find you were led to a lake. Not only this but there is a massive structure on the lakeside that is hard to identify, with close to a dozen cast and crew setting up for what you can only assume is the stunt you were supposed to supervise. You rapidly pull into a parking space relatively close to the pathway down to the lakeside, and step out of your 1996 Honda Accord.
As you emerge from your car and walk to the trunk to retrieve your medical supplies, you begin to smell the wet soil and mild musty aroma surrounding the lake. You feel the humid, sticky air attack your senses, which causes breathing to be more difficult than usual. The sky is clear of clouds and you can hear the wing flapping of various birds endemic to California. You grab your things, close your trunk accompanied with the squeaks of rusty car door hinges, and walk closer to the lakeside only to see Jeff walking up to you with open arms.
"[Y/N]!" You hear him shout, his loose shirt and basketball shorts flapping in the wind. You give the man a small, nervous smile and shake his hand when he finally reaches you. "I'm so glad you made it, we have an amazing stunt today," Jeff remarks, guiding you to where they had set up the cameras to film the stunt.
Getting closer to the wooden structure you had observed from your car, you only now realize it is a gigantic wooden loop with a lip extending out into the lake. You begin to piece together what the men were planning on doing and are glad they asked you to be here as there's a good chance a handful of them would need medical attention.
Jeff explaining to you what their plan is going into this stunt slowly fades into background noise as you set up your makeshift medical station. You brought along a few medical kits as you weren't sure how many supplies you were actually going to use. Along with this, you brought disinfectant spray and general pain pills in case the cast was stubborn enough to complete the stunt with a serious injury.
You soon finish setting this station up, nodding in response to Jeff's words that you weren't listening to, and are soon approached by another man. He's about the same height as Jeff, maybe a bit taller. He's wearing a green graphic t-shirt with dark grey dress pants and Converse and walks up to you with a hand held out to you and a big smile plastered on his face. You return the man's smile and straighten your posture from leaning over a small table. You envelop your hand in his bigger one, feeling callouses from a life of hard work or a short time doing stunts.
"Hi, I'm Johnny Knoxville," he says, his grin widening as he notices your apprehension.
"I'm [Y/N] [L/N], the medic for today," you respond, subtly looking him up and down.
"Something tells me you're gonna be saving our asses today," Johnny jokes, his slight southern accent coming out the more he talks to you. You chuckle in response and peel your hand from his grip, missing the warmth already. You notice a subtle aroma of sandalwood and mint coming from the relatively clean man standing in front of you. You guess they haven't tested the loop yet if he isn't drenched already.
"I'll try my best, but I don't work miracles," you slightly joke, noticing the grin on Johnny's face grow more.
"Well, here, let me introduce you to the guys." Johnny takes your hand once more and begins guiding you somewhere. You quickly realize that this man is very touchy, but given how pretty he is and how nice he seems to be, you can't complain. You're led away from Jeff over to a group of four men. You notice that these men, while they all have similar characteristics such as how they stand and interact with one another, their styles are quite unique. The man on the far left has slightly longer, dark brown hair with piercing blue eyes you could easily get lost in. As the man is shirtless, you notice the tattoo just below his navel and try not to look too long. The man just to the left of him has curly blonde hair, about the same length as his friend. He has what looks like aviators on and baggy black cargo shorts with a dark grey t-shirt. Next, the man to his left has short brown hair and sports a pair of bunny ears with a bikini top made of flowers. You smile to yourself as you notice how silly he looks, but his silliness has a certain charm to it that you can't place. Lastly, the man next to him has a shaved head with many hastily-done tattoos, and you can hear his raspy laugh already from where you are. You mentally prepare yourself to meet these new people, since you haven't had a lot of opportunities to meet new people as of late, especially good-looking men which they all happened to be.
Johnny leads you to all the men, squeezing your hand reassuringly as he seems to sense your anxiety. "Guys, behave," he jokes, and you instantly notice the guys begin to mock him. "We have a guest today. Well, actually, she's our new medic. This is [Y/N]."
Instantly, the men's gazes shift from their friend to you. You feel as though their eyes are burning holes through you before their faces light up with excitement.
"Oh shit!" The raspy-voiced one shouts, "She's gonna get eaten alive out here!"
You scoff playfully and a grin creeps onto Johnny's face as your response. "I promise I can handle myself, you don't have to worry about me."
The man with bunny ears smacks his friend on the chest. "Yeah, man! Don't underestimate her like that, it's rude." He finished with a silly laugh at the end to hint he wasn't being serious.
Before any more conversation can continue, you hear a man shout your name from behind you. You turn around to see a relatively tall, full-figured man with red hair beckoning for you. "Come on, they have to start their stunts!" He shouts and, not wanting to get into any trouble on your first day, you give a quick goodbye to the group of men before rushing off to your makeshift medical station.
You're especially surprised to see, once everyone gets all set up, that Matt Hoffman and Tony Hawk are on set. Whoever these Jackass guys were, apparently they were famous enough to hang out with pro athletes.
It doesn't take long for some nasty falls to happen and you cringe every time someone hits the mat. Luckily, the men trying the loop were relatively smart enough to wear helmets, and that took a little stress off of you. However, just as you are finally contemplating why you were needed, the man whose name you had learned from everybody shouting was Bam, wiped out hard.
You run over as fast as you can with a medical kit in hand to the groaning kid on the big mat situated at the bottom of the loop. You push everyone you need to out of your way, shouting, "Medic, move!" You find the boy lying on his back, his helmet still secure on his head and holding his arm.
"It's okay, just relax," you try and soothe him, plopping on the mat on his left side and opening the medical kit to find some gauze. Bam scraped up the arm he was holding pretty bad, but it didn't seem to be broken from your once-over. You reach out for Bam's injured hand and he yanks it away.
"Stop, it fuckin' hurts!" Bam says in a bratty tone.
You have to try with all of your might not to roll your eyes at the man. "I'm aware it hurts, but I can't help you if you don't let me examine you," you say, beckoning for the brunette boy to give you his arm. In the background, you hear that familiar rasp of a man you now know as Steve-O, "You hear that, Chris? She has to examine him."
You huff out a laugh at Steve-O's words, finally realizing you are surrounded by a bunch of manchildren. But, at least they were fun to be around. You end up not having to secure Bam's wrist or elbow as they miraculously didn't break or sprain. You simply patch up his cuts and scrapes and, surprisingly, Bam gives a simple, "Thank you."
You give the man a small smile and say, "You're welcome. I would say don't do anything stupid, but I don't think you would listen to me."
"What gives you that idea?" Bam chuckles, standing up and picking up his skateboard that was lying on the dirt next to him off to the side of the mat. "Don't go too far, I might need you again."
Your eyes drift away from Bam for a second, a smile growing on your face at his words. "I'm not going anywhere," You declare before turning around and getting out of the camera shot as once again the stunt resumes.
You're approached by the man who was standing next to Bam before - you think his name is Ryan? You smile at him kindly as he gets closer, wringing his hands nervously. Your eyes drift down to his hands and you notice his fidgeting. "You alright?"
"Hm? Oh, no, fine," the blonde man says, throwing his hands to his sides and pretending he hadn't been doing anything. "Your name is [Y/N], right?"
You hear another wipeout from Bam in front of you before continuing the conversation. "Yeah, that's me. Is there something I can help you with, Ryan?"
"Oh, no, not really," Ryan says, clearly lying and trying to hide something. "I just wanted to say that you coming to Bam's rescue on his haggard fall was gnarly as hell."
You giggle at Ryan's attempt at a compliment and look down, feeling a blush claw its way up your neck. "Thanks, but it's my job. I'd be a pretty poor medic if I didn't," I joke.
Ryan laughs, a twinge of nerves still in his tone. And with that, he walks off toward the other cast and crew.
Your mind spirals as to what that conversation was supposed to mean before you finally get focused back on the stunts being performed.
There were some more vicious falls, from Bam and the athletes alike, before filming was eventually halted for the day. You can't say you were too upset as you were finally going to be able to be out of the heat and humidity, but you would miss the company of the Jackass cast and crew as you had gotten to know them a little in the seven hours you were on set.
As you clean up your medical station, you see Johnny and Bam headed your way with grins on their faces. You don't have time to prepare yourself for what they're about to say before Bam bounds over to you. "Hey, do you drink?" He asks, crossing his arms and looming over you.
You look up to Bam standing over you and Johnny a little farther away with crossed arms. "Depends. What do you want?" You joke with a smirk, standing up straight so you're face to face with Bam.
A smile crawls its way up Bam's face as you see him thinking about something. "Do you wanna come partying with us tonight? It's nothing fuckin' boring, I promise, it'll just be the Jackass cast, Tremaine, Kosick, and hopefully you,"
Your brows furrow slightly at his words, wondering what prank Bam could be trying to play on you. While you haven't hung out with them long, you've seen enough reruns of the show to know pranks are a big thing with this group. "What's the catch?" You question suspiciously. As Bam's smile fades at your words, Johnny walks closer and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"I promise, there's no catch," the older man says. "We just want to welcome you to the group. But, you are more than welcome to say no."
At Johnny's words, your expression softens a little. Despite Bam's devious nature, it seems as though he is trying to be genuine. So, with one last defeated sigh, you say, "Sure, what the hell. Couldn't hurt."
Paring: Steve-O x Fem!reader, Johnny Knoxville x Fem!reader(platonic)
Summary: The night of the Jackass number 2 wrap party is where your boyfriend of 11 months Steve-O was supposed to tell all his friends about you only the night doesnt go as planned...
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort with happy ending, tears, Steve-O being an asshole but also Steve-O being in love, fighting(a punch), implied smut, drinking, lots of Cussing, Johnny being a good friend.
A/n: Steve-O doesnt get enough love and since I'm on a Johnny Knoxville/Jackass kick thought id spread the love to Steve-O!
Tonight was the night! The night where your boyfriend of 11 months told his friends about you. Sure you've met all the guys before but it was always as Steve-Os 'Friend y/n' but tonight its gonna be as his girlfriend! You both wanted to keep things quiet til you were 100% it would be long term and wanted a little privacy from the press!
Tonight was the wrap party for Jackass number 2! Knoxville and Termaine had rented out the guys favorite bar in downtown LA. You wanted to make sure looked your best decided to go all out with a new black dress and heels!
"Hey baby you re-Fuckkkkkk you look hot" Steve-O says coming into the bathroom looking at you in your new black dress "I mean you said your dress was sexy but not this sexy"
"Wanted to look nice for you tonight im also wearing the necklace you got me" you say holding up the white gold S necklace he gave you for your birthday making him smile
"You always wear that thing dont think youve ever taken it off! But my initials look good on you" he says
"Everyone will know who I belong to and when you tell your friends about us they can be jealous because I look hot" you say throwing your arms around his neck while his hands go to your ass and starts kissing down your neck
"Oh they'll be jealous when I drag you into bathroom and make you scream"
"Mmmm dont threaten me with a good time mr!"
"Its not a threat of i follow through, and we still have 15 minutes before the cab gets here ill give you a little preview" he says nipping at your collarbone knowing that would get you to cave
"Just dont ruin my dress" you tell him before connecting your lips
When you get to the club you walk in hand and hand but as soon as Steve-O sees the cameras he drops your hand. Little weird but he was just probably getting ready to greet his friends so you let slide.
"Hey finally fucker" Bam says hugging his friend then all the guys so the same while you stand off to the side with a smile
"Hey you guys remember my friend Y/n right?" Steve-O says making your smile drop and your heart break but you recover quickly
Only maybe not as quick as you thought because Johnny catches the way your face fell and how hard you were trying to fight back tears he also saw the S necklace around your neck and quickly put it together and look at Steve-O waiting for him to correct himself only he never does
"Hey guys" you say softly but also loud enough so they could hear you over the loud music
"Glad you could join us darlin" Johnny says giving you a quick hug
"Yeah me too thanks letting me come Steve-Os been so excited for tonight he always talks about yall" you say with a small smile
"Ohhhhh Steve-O got a little friends with benefits huh" Ryan say
This is where hes gonna realize he said friend and correct them you're sure of it...
"Yeah dude something like that" he says throwing you a wink making you force a smile and nod and again Johnny watches and catches on
"Dude you gotta come see this chick Pontius said hes got a shot with swear hes taking her home" Bam says grabbing his arm
"You good y/n" he asked using your name something he never does its always Baby, babe, sweetheart or sometimes dollface
You just nod not trusting your voice and watch him be drug away with Bam and the guys leaving you alone in a room where he was the only person you knew. He didnt even kiss you like normal.
"Wanna drink or shot? you look like you could use it" Johnny says.
In your fight not to cry you didn't even notice he stayed behind
"Sure thank you" you say then Johnny places his hand on your lower back and guides you to the bar getting the bartenders attention
"What can I get you guys"
"Ill take a budwiswer. What do drink sweetheart" Johnny ask
"Double apple crown and sprite please" you say pulling out your wallet but Johnny stops you
"Put her stuff on my tab tonight" Johnny tells the bartender
"Oh no you dont have to do that really"
"Its fine really, I mean how can I turn down buying drink for a pretty girl especially if your date isnt gonna do it"
"Thank you really"
Johnny wanted to know the story behind you and Steve-O but didnt want to press you so instead he makes small talk in hopes to get your mood up and get laughing.
"So by your accent its safe to say you are from the south" he says when the bartender brings your drinks
"Tennessee"
"Me too"
"I would have never guessed by the name" you laugh
"Ok smartass" he laughs back "What part are you from "
"Right down the road from you in Maryville"
"No shit I got family that live in Maryville. Small world" he says
"Yes it Mr.Knoxville"
You and Johnny drink and talk another hour about your childhoods and your favorite things to do in the smokey Mountains and your work as a nurse but in that whole time not once did Steve-O join you or check on you, hell he hadnt even acknowledged you. Probably forgot you were even there.
You look over to where he was with Bam and the guys and all you see are a bunch of blonde bimbos around him. He wasnt doing anything, his hands were to himself you knew he wasn't a cheater but he also wasnt stopping any of the flirting. And you had to fight back tears but instead of crying you ordered shots hopefully to make you forget
"can I get 3 double liquid cocaine shots please" you ask the bartender then looked back over to the faked boob blonde running her hand over your boyfriends tattoos.
The bartender looks at Johnny since you just ordered 3 of the most strongest shots and makes them double on top of that. Johnny nods letting him know hes got you and you were safe. Then Johnny looks over and sees what you see.
"You're more then friends arent you" Johnny finally asked after the bartender came back handing you your shots
"Yep" you say popping the P you taking the first shot barley making a face "11 months but obviously I dont matter! Because if it did he would have told yall like he said he was" then you slide him a shot "want one? Their strong but good and they hit you fast" then you take your 2nd shot already feeling it just a bit
Johnny takes the shots and makes a face "holy shit whats in that" he says coughing making you laugh
"Jägermeister, Goldschläger and rumble minze, told you their strong "
"Yeah wasnt expecting that"
"Well m' new dress went to waste so why not get alittle drunkright" you say your words already starting to slur and run together a little bit, then you hold up your shot glass asking for 2 more
"Sorry he's being a dick darlin but your dress didn't go to waste I think you look beautiful" he says not in a complete flirty way just enough to know you look nice
"Thank you, just wishmy boyfriend thought the same, guess I just dont compare to miss fake boobs over there" you say sadly as the bartender puts your shots down "he hasn't even cometo check on his girlfriend. Like am I jusst not good nough? pretty enough? Just not as important as I thought, he says he loves me but guess i was wong" you say taking a shot and handing Johnny the other one. Johnny only takes it so you dont, then gives the bartender the shes cut off sign and motions for a bottle of water then turns and ask "have you eaten tonight darlin " and when you shake your head no he orders you some bar food when the bartender drops off your water
"If it means anything I think you are way prettier then any of those girls"
"Thanks. Im glad hes havin a good time he worked so hard on the movie he deserves it jus wish I could be part of his good time. Maybe hes not all that ready for for a serious relationchip or m just not whats he really wants"
The food Johnny ordered you comes and while you ate he continued to let you vent about Steve-O and sadly tear yourself apart. And all he could think was how much he wanted to punch his best friend.
"Hey listen sweetheart you are beautiful probably the most beautiful and classiest girl in this place! Youre sweet and funny and did I say beautiful?" He says giving you his signature smirk trying to make you laugh "I hate and frankly embarrassed that I have a friend who would make his own girlfriend feel other wise and you dont deserve any of this. If you were my girl id show you to the world"
"Your sweet Johnny"
You look back over and see Steve-O doing shots with his arm around the same girl laughing and thats what broke you
"Ummmm im gonna go he won't notice anyways, umm guess ill get a cab or something it was awesome meetin you again and, thankss for the drinks an food, you ssure i cant pay you for em, i feel bad"
"Nah sweetheart its all me tonight"
"Thanks and will tell him make sure he drinks the pedialyte in the fridge got him the cherry kind he likes, also take the advill not the tylenol and eat somethin fore he goes to sleep, theres protein bars n his cabinet i kinda snuck em in for him" then you look over your shoulder where your boyfriend is still with the same girl "should also be nough for her too"
"He breaks your heart and you still worry about him and his hangover" He says kinda in awe
"he means alot to me even if I dont mean shit to him" you say you say getting up and stumbling, Johnny grabbing your arm so you dont fall
"Hey Ill give you a ride the food sobered you up some but your still a little drunk"
"No no really its yall wrap party go have fun I gotta find a room anyways, d-dont really wanna be in the apartment when he bring a girl home ya know. A girl can only take so much" you say smile sadly looking at Steve-O who is still having the time of his life
"Ill come back after we get you a room, there is a hotel a couple blocks away ill take you to, Im not letting you leave alone drunk there are to many sick creeps out there" he says leaving no room for arguments
It takes 30 minutes for Johnny to make the round trip and when he gets back he orders another beer and looks over at Steve-O, who for the first time seems to be looking for you which pisses him off.
"Hey dude you see my girl" Steve-O ask looking around while the rest of the guys behind him all ordering more drinks
"Oh shes your girl now interesting. Bored with the groupies" Johnny says sipping his beer not meeting his friends eye
"Whats that mean dude"
"Your girl, she left in tears 30 minutes ago after doing like 3 double shots of liquid cocaine and 3 double crown and sprites"
"You let her go and didnt tell me?! After drinking all that" Steve-O yelled making Johnny stand up and the whole bar look at them
"NO!" Johnny says raising his voice taking everyone by surprise "Dont you fucking dare put this on me man. Im the one who sat with your girlfriend for 2 fucking hours while you ignored her and flirted with jackass groupies while she watched trying not to cry while some fucking slut hangs on your arm! Im the one who cut her off she did 3 fucking double shots of the strongest shit there is, I'm the one who cut her off so she didnt get fucking alcohol poisoning then got her water and food to sober her up and Im the one who made sure she got where she wanted to go safely and she didnt wonder around the fucking streets of Los Angeles! I did what you should have done and by taking care of your girlfriend! After you made her feel like shit and cry. So if you are gonna get fucking pissed at someone it better be yourself Steve-O, not the guy who just took care of your crying broken hearted drunk girlfriend! And she wouldnt have drank that much if you paid her any fucking attention instead of making her feel like shit! Not once in 2 fucking hours did you check on her, didnt look at her ,fuck dude you acted like she wasnt even here. Are you ashamed of her?" Johnny ask
"Fuck no dude I love her" Steve-O days defensively.
"You sure? Because you told the guys she was some fuck buddy. Who the fuck does that? Make the girl he says he loves feel like she is nothing but easy pussy? She left in fucking tears wondering why she isn't good enough for you, or pretty enough for you! When really you arent fucking good enough for her! Shes fucking gorgeous! Bangin body! Way better looking then the girl youve had hanging on your arm all night actually better looking then any girl youve ever brought around and if im being honest...if you aren't serious about her tell me now cause ill shoot my shot with her!" Johnny says making Steve-Os jaw twitch "Because if she was my girl this whole fucking bar would know hell this who fucking city would know Id rent out every billboard to let people know she was mine. You wouldnt be able to pry me away from her, she wouldnt second guess my feelings for her and she definitely wouldnt be alone crying right now. Id treat her like a fucking queen" then reaches in his pocket pulling out your necklace you gave him at the hotel shoving it at Steve-O "she told me to give you that"
"Fuck" Steve-O whispers looking at the necklace you haven't taken off since he gave it to you.
"Dude y/n your girlfriend?" Bam asked
"Yeah weve been together 11 months" Steve-O says hanging his head still looking at the necklace
"Shes fucking hot dude" Weeman tells him
"Why didn't you tell us"
"We decided to keep it quiet for a bit, away from the press and all that shit. I planned to tell you guys tonight but then I dont know"
"You'll be lucky if she ever fucking talks to you again" Johnny says
"She go back to my place" Steve-O ask while trying to call you but it goes straight to voicemail
"No she got a room said she didnt want to be there when you bring a girl home but she did say there is enough advil and protein bars for both of you" Johnny says making Steve-Os heart drop
"Id never cheat on her ever! I love her Knox more then anything, I really do"
"Well dude you got a hell a way of fucking showing it because right now all shes thinking about is you and miss fake boob mcGee in your bed and after she went all out with that sexy new dress"
"That dress was pretty sexy" Bam says laughing "girl got some hips"
"And thighs" Dunn adds
"I fucked up so bad"
"Yeah you fucking did and I dont know if you can fix it. And i wouldn't blame her if she kicked your sorry ass the curb"
"What hotel did she go to"
"I dont know if I should tell you"
"Knoxville dude come on please I gotta fix this somehow"
It took about 30 minutes of begging but Johnny finally took pity on his friend telling him but not before giving him a warning "you fucked up Steve-O dont show who there and hurt her again. I meant what I said she's to good for you and id take her in a heartbeat"
"Shes always been to damn good for me" Steve-O says before rushing out the door hoping it's not to late but not before turning around "thanks for taking care of her Knox and making sure she was safe dude"
You laid in bed still in your dress looking up at the ceiling now completely sober and wondering why you weren't good enough. Pretty enough. What was wrong with you. But you are pulled from your thoughts when there is banging on the door and the sound of Steve-Os desperate voice...
"Baby please open up please baby"
You thought for a few moments about letting him just stay out there, all while he continues to bang and beg but you don't want to replace a door you know he'd break it down if you didnt open it , so you get up and open the door "what no blonde bimbos? Or should I leave so you can have them come in"
"I totally deserve that! Baby just please listen please"
"Why should I Stephen? Huh?"
"Please let me in" he begged then gets on his knees "im on my knees baby please"
You let out a sigh and think about slamming the door but he would just disturb everyone so you move aside and let him in.
"You have 2 minutes to tell me why I shouldnt leave your ass for good" you say looking at your watch "start"
"Baby please dont leave me im fucking begging you! I am so sorry! I cant say that enough but ill say it til you believe me! Ill do what ever it takes! I know I was the world's biggest dick and worst boyfriend but please believe me when I say you mean everything to me! I love you so fucking much!"
"You sure Steve-O? Because tonight y-you broke my fucking h-heart?" You say with your voice cracking and a tear slipping down your face
"Please dont cry baby im sorry" he says softly wiping your tears
"You told your friends I was a-a fuck buddy instead of your the girl you love! You left me with Johnny actually you left me alone I was just lucky enough he stayed behind and then you had some girl hanging all over you, that ripped my heart out! If I would have been hanging on another man or another man would have been hanging on me you would have gone crazy and landed in jail for beating him to death" you say then have to take a minute to try to compose yourself "why?" Is all you asked
"I guess I saw the cameras and I know that isnt your favorite thing so I panicked"
"Nope you dont get to use that Steve-O! I told you up front while maybe its not my favorite thing I would learn to deal with it because of how much I love you but what I wont deal with is you being ashamed of me! I deserve more"
"I know you baby and im not ashamed-"Steve-O starts say before you cut him off
"Are you not ready for a serious relationship? Because you better tell me now so I dont waste my time!"
"I am ready baby I really am and I want it all with you and only you!"
You stand there looking at him wanting to believe him because you loved him more then anything but there was one thing that was still bothering you and you were hoping to say it without completing breaking down...so you take a deep breath to calm your nerves.
"Steve-O Im not blind I know I dont look like the girls that chase you I'm a bit more curvy my hips are little wider my boobs arent as big and I have thicker thighs with some stretch marks I-I...I know im not as pretty as the girls youve have in your bed but you always made me feel beautiful despite all that but to-tonight I have never felt so...bad about myself and the person I love the most made me feel that that. All I have thought about about is why the person who just a few hours ago couldn't keep his hands off me made us late to his own party because he dragged me to bed and couldnt wait to tell his friends about me spent the night ignoring me and making me wonder if you were actually gonna take one of those girls home and maybe if I looked like those girls maybe my boyfriend would have paid me a little attention ...am I not pretty enough" you ask finally breaking down in tears making Steve-Os heart break knowing he did this to the person her loves most in the world. He grabs you and wraps you in his arms while his own tears come to his eyes
"I am so fucking sorry! Fuck, you dont know how sorry i am. But please believe me when I tell you this...you are the most beautiful sexiest woman to ever live and I hate myself for making you think otherwise! I love your body! Your hips are my favorite thing about you. I love holding them and not just im a sexual way but because they are perfect. Those think thighs and those stretch marks drive me in-fucking-sane why do you think my head is always between them. And i could never take a girl home that wasn't you I dont want any other girl in anyway please believe that! Im sorry I made you feel I would ever do that to you. I have no fucking excuse for tonight other then I was a fucking dick! It scared the shit out of me when Knox told me you left, then when he handed me your necklace I felt the worst fear of my life thinking I just lost the best thing to ever happen to me, and if you give me one more chance ill never make you second guess my feelings for you again! Never make you cry or make you second guess how fucking beautiful you are! Ill call and make a public statement to every magazine that Steve-O has finally found the woman of his dreams and the one hes gonna marry! Please baby give me one more chance to prove everything to you" he says wiping your tears "I love you so fucking much please let me prove that to you"
You look into your boyfriends eyes, seeing the real pain he was feelings for hurting you you could tell he was sorry and sincere, and despite the pain and anger you were still feeling and know he still had to do some serious ass kissing, you couldn't just walk away.
"You have one more chanc-"
"Oh God baby thank you" he says cutting you off smashing his lips on to yours "thank you baby thank you thank you thank you! I promise you every word I said was true and ill prove them"
"You better because you hurt me so bad Steve-O that isnt gonna go away over night"
"I know baby"
"And if you ever give the time of day or entertain another girl especially one of those jackass groupies even if its a joke I will rip your balls off then best the shit out of her...you got me Stephen Glover"
"I promise! You are the only girl in the world for me" he says giving you another kiss then reaches into his pocket and pulls out your necklace "can I put this back on you please"
You turn around and lift your hair "wanna know what fucking scared me almost as much as the thought I lost you" he ask clipping your necklace back on
"Whats that"
"Knoxville fucking ripping me a new one in front of everyone! That dude never gets mad but he fucking yelled and laid into me like never before, he threatened to take you away from me said he'd treat you like queen and show you off take fucking billboards out and shit"
"Johnnys sweet and hes cute I mean hes Johnny Knoxville but I love you are the only jackass I want. I dont need billboards Steve-O I dont even need you up my ass when were out I dont care if you have fun with your friends! I just need your love, to know no matter how many girls hit on you or what they offer you come home to me!"
"I promise I will come home to you baby, I fucking love you"
"I love you too baby!" You say kissing him "you owe me so many orgasms I hope you know that" you say making Steve-O laugh
"As many as you want anytime you want"
"But right now its only 11:30 so you are taking me back to the bar and letting me get another buzz after you pay Knoxville back for my drinks, food and this room"
Back at the bar Steve-O does a proper introduction "ok guys let me do this the right way, the way it should have been done months ago...this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n"
"She gave your sorry ass another chance huh" Johnny says smiling
"Yeah but hes not off the hook completely hes got a lot of hell coming his way! Hes gonna be giving alot of foot rubs and putting that big mouth to work" you tell Johnny making him laugh
"Ill be happy to do it baby" Steve-O says kissing your check
"Glad it worked out and if he fucks up you have my number darlin" Johnny winks making you laugh...your boyfriend not so much
"Thank you for eailer Johnny, im sorry I was such mess"
"Sweetheart I work with these fuckers you were nothing"
And just in case you were wondering Steve-O not only paid Johnny back for what he bought eailer but also picked up the rest of his tab for the whole night.
The rest of the night Steve-O barley left your side and showed you off whether you were on the dance floor or playing pool and was very quick to let the girl from earlier know he was not interested..."not gonna happen see that girl right there in the sexy black dress" he says pointing at you while walk back from the bar "well thats the love of my my fucking and if you keep trying she will fucking kick your ass"
"Oh really yeah ok! I could take your girl no problem and when I do you can be my prize" she says running her hand down his arm not knowing you were behind her. But Steve-O saw and he smiled
"Ok dont say I didn't warn you" he says before putting his hands up and backing away making the girl look confused but she isnt confused for long..
You dont say a word just grab the girl by her fake extensions actually pulling some from her head turning her around before punching her in the face sending to the ground with blood spilling from her nose hearing all the guys hoop and holler when you throw hair at her
"Next take his advice and walk away! now take your cheap ass fake hair and rancid pussy out away from my man" then you grab a napkin and throw that at her too "oh and you got little blood"
"Dude that was fucking awesome I think I actually heard her fucking nose crack" Dunn says laughing as the girl runs out of the bar
"Your girl is fucking awesome dude" Bam tell Steve-O who smiles and wraps his arm around before smashing his lips on yours
"I know she is dude! And one day I'm gonna fucking marry her"
"Get me a ring and tell me a date and im there baby" you tell him with a big smile
"Maybe I already have a ring" he says reaching into his wallet pulling out a simple diamond ring and slipping it on your finger "what do you say baby? Marry me?"
"Of course ill marry you Jackass" you say grabbing his face bringing him in to a heated kiss while all the Jackass guys cheer
"Vegas anyone" you say smile when you finally pulling yourself away from Steve-O
"Fuck ya dude!"
You were married less then 24 hours after in a true Jackass style wedding! And even tho you told him not to Steve-O rented out 10 billboards all around LA with your wedding picture letting everyone know he was off now the market!
20 years and 2 kids later and you are still wearing your necklace and still going strong. You had gone through alot in those 20 years together especially when Steve-O got sober but you made it!
"Whatcha doing baby" Steve ask coming in the livingroom kissing your head before sitting beside you on the couch.
"Going through old pictures! And look what I found" you say handing him a picture from your wedding.
Steve-O was holding you brial style outside the little Vegas chapel. He was wearing a tuxedo shirt while you had on a short white dress with wedge heels.
"Its always been one of my favorites from that day" you tell him with a smile
"Crazy how 24 hours before that you were about to leave my ass"
"I was never gonna leave you Steve-O punch you, rip your balls off, hit you with my car all crossed my mind but not leave you"
"I wouldn't have blammed you i would have deserved it! I was dick that night" he says pulling you into his arms kissing your temple
"Yes you were but you have made up for it over the last 20 years! You got sober, gave me 2 beautiful kids and lets not forget 20 years of A-MAZING sex" you smirk
"Sex with me is pretty fucking good huh" he says making you hit his chest making his laugh "but really thank you for forgiving me that night and saying yes. I dont know where id be without you or if i ever would have gotten sober and stayed that way. It really was you and the kids that made me stay clean"
"Id say yes to you in any lifetime baby! I love you Mr.Glover"
"I love you more Mrs.Glover" he says kissing your lips softly before deepening it then pulls away and stands up throwing you over his shoulder makin
"What are you doing" you laugh
"To give you orgasms! Aren't I still paying my debt for that night" he say carring you up the steps and into your bedroom kicking the door shut behind him...
He might be over 50 now but his month still works as well if not better then did in his 20s!
