Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem! Reader
"When you call me 'Babydoll,' are you flirting with me?"
"You're really askin' me that? Has that really not been obvious the entire time?"
"Are you having fun?"
Y/N looked up from her glass to see Johnny standing there, beer in hand. Her stomach twisted as excitement tingled throughout her body. She had been at this bar Bam had picked out for nearly two hours and had yet to have some one on one time with Johnny, which was the only reason she went.
Or at least that's how Holly was able to persuade her to go.
"I can make that happen easily because he's definitely into you," Holly remarked. "He calls you Babydoll."
Y/N shrugged. "It's just a nickname. He has one for everyone." She paused. "Although he does call me that quite a lot."
Holly threw her hands up. "Ok, fine. But you do notice that he doesn't subject you to the same bullshit he subjects everyone else to, right?"
"I'm not in the cast."
"You've seen him involve production people!" She smirked. "I actually suggested you do a stunt and he shot me down immediately. Said there's no way in hell he'd ever let you get yourself involved like that."
"He's just being nice. Plus, I'm not exactly a daredevil like you all."
That's when Holly got on her knees. "Y/N, I'm begging you. Please come to the bar."
Y/N shook her head, a big smile on her face. "Alright, get your ass off the floor. I'll meet you guys there."
She saw Holly talk to Johnny when she walked in. She waved at them, Johnny giving her a small smile when she passed by.
And then she spent the next hour with Holly, Bam, and Ryan, occasionally turning her head to watch Johnny play pool.
"Sure am," she responded, her lips slightly curving.
He scrunched his nose, head shaking. "I don't believe you, Babydoll."
She didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system or the fact she, but she blurted out, "Why do you call me that?"
"Call you what? 'Babydoll'?" He shrugged and put the beer bottle to his lips. "Just a nickname."
He took a swig of his beer and then paused. "Wait, do you not like it? Am I offending you?" The sincerity and concern in his tone was sweet.
She laughed, waving her hand. "It's fine.
"Good. Besides, I only reserve that nickname for you."
He gave her wink, which nearly made her melt in the chair. Instead, her reaction was just to roll her eyes. "You mean to tell me I'm the only woman you call 'Babydoll'?"
"Yup. Swear to God."
"Then what do you call the woman you pursue at other bars?"
He didn't flinch, his smirk still intact. If anything, he looked even more amused than before. "Either 'honey' or 'baby.' Depends on the woman. But don't worry, I haven't used those names in quite a long time."
"Two months isn't that long."
He put a hand on his chest. "Ouch, Babydoll!"
"Oh, c'mon now Johnny! I'm not shaming you! I'm just saying."
He leaned against the bar. "How do you know it's been two months?"
"That's how long we've been shooting," she replied.
