Jack Johnson imagines

overboard.

Request: A Johnson imagine where he tries to help her with anxiety

I wish I could say it was easy to be dating a rapper on the rise. Now don't get me wrong, there are the obvious perks like watching him live his dream with his best friend and being able to see everyone else appreciate his art just as much as I do. Unfortunately, that's only a tiny fraction of the reality. Of course it's great that his name has blown up in a way, but what does that mean for me? I've had the label 'Jack Johnson's girlfriend' glued onto my entire existence. At first nobody even paid attention to me. I liked it that way. I didn't need any unwanted attention on top of my already-unwanted anxiety. Now even the paparazzi recognize me whether I'm with or without Jack.

I'm happy for his and Gilinsky's success. Of course I am. I wouldn't want to take any of it away. I would, however, like to rewind to when nobody gave a rat's ass about who I was. I just wanted to be me without worrying about looking presentable for the public and Jack's image.

Waking up on this particularly difficult day, I couldn't even brush my teeth in the mirror without wanting to convulse in a ball of insecurity. I hated how I looked today so much that I just barely managed to pull myself out of the room to meet the Jacks downstairs. They were going to do a random meetup today in Santa Monica, and they wanted me to come along. I just did not feel like existing today. As soon as I stepped into view, both of them took notice of my distressed manner.

"Babe, is everything okay?" Johnson rushed to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist as he walked with me towards the kitchen table.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just had a little spell this morning." I mumbled in response, shaking my head because I sounded like a baby. Jack never understood my anxiety to a full extent, but he did always try to make sure I was okay, and I couldn't be more grateful for that. This time he knew not to push it, so he nodded.

"Are you all right to come with us? You don't have to if you're not ready." He suggested. For some reason, my mind took it the wrong way. In a sheer act of paranoia, I curved my eyebrows and let up on his arm.

"You don't want me there?" The voices in my head echoed a plethora of 'No he doesn't, no matter what he says' in response to my own question. Jack was quick to comfort me by holding my hands as he shook his head.

"Of course I want you there. G does too." He looked back at Gilinsky, who confirmed the statement with a nod. "We always want you around, Y/N. I was just asking in case you wanted to sit this one out." Although the taunting voices in my head continued their destructive route, I nodded in understanding.

"I– I want to come. I don't wanna be alone right now."

After that spiel was settled, we all got dressed and headed off to the Santa Monica Pier. During the ride, the Jacks were busy on their phones, posting on their social media that they were on their way, I'm assuming. I, on the other hand, could feel my anxiety levels rising with each passing mile. My hands were shaky and sweaty, my heart was bumping in my chest, and I felt like I could pass out any minute now. I didn't know why I felt so nervous, but then again, it's not unusual for me to freak out over nothing. By the time we got to the beach, I'd practically picked my fingers apart. I could already see the paparazzi flocked together, looking for the Jacks.

"Babe, you coming?" Johnson's voice pulled me back to reality, and I almost jumped as his hand touched my knee. On instinct, he knew something was up. Following my gaze out the window, he looked between me and the people outside and managed to make the connection. "Y/N... It's gonna be okay. I promise." He took both of my hands, momentarily ceasing their shaking as he rubbed his thumbs over the top of them. "I'm right here with you. So is Jack, if that helps even more." As difficult as it was, I tore my gaze away from the paps and gave Jack an uneasy look.