John x Reader: Tilting

You stared lethargically at your screen and sighed loudly. There was nothing to do. You had no e-mails, no messages, no… anything, really. You tilted back in your chair. It squeaked in protest but you ignored it.
Tilt.
You smiled a bit, finding how entertaining the tilting of the chair was.
Tilt.
Tilt.
Ti-
"FIDDLESTICKS!" you screamed as your chair fell backwards and the back of your head met the ground. "Owww."
Your phone vibrated in your pocket. "OH, SO WHEN I INJURE MYSELF, NOW I GET PESTERED?" you yelled at no-one in particular and took your phone out of your pocket and tapped the Pesterchum tab.
ectoBiologist [eB] began pestering (insertchumhandle) [c/h] at [insert a time and date here]
[eB]: hey, are you alive
[c/h]: No, I'm buried in a hole because some guy ran me over with his steamroller.
[eB]: I was just being sarcastic
[c/h]: Of course, I could totally hear your sarcastic tone through your typing.
[c/h]: And now I think I'm going to get amnesia because I just hit the back of my head.
[eB]: how?
[c/h]: I was tilting my seat back and forth, and then gravity was mean enough to make my chair fall back.
[eB]: oh
ectoBiologist [eB] ceased pestering (insertchumhandle) [c/h] at [insert a time and date here]
You threw your phone nonchalantly behind your shoulder and sat up, rubbing your head. The chair stared at you, and you stared at it. You apologetically pushed it back up on its legs, while the back of your head still throbbed with pain. With a groan, you stood up and stretched your arms. You then walked to the staircase and curled into a ball, and rolled down the stairs like an armadillo. You were in no mood to walk today. You then lay in a sprawled-out position at the bottom of the stairs. "Ow."
   You look up at the face of John Egbert. Oh yeah, you forgot. The guy lived with you. Huh.
"Good morning, Joe." you yawned as you rubbed your eyes. "When did you start calling me Joe?" he said derpishly.  "I did a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away." You said, waving your hands for emphasis. John laughed at your joke. You got up from your splayed position on the ground. "Good morning." You said while patting his shoulder indifferently and walking towards the couch, where you then mimicked your rag-doll like position at the conclusion of your staircase. "Well, you seem awfully droopy today." John commented. "Yeah, and my head still hurts." You replied. John sat in a chair across the room. A spinning chair.
"WAIT." You suddenly shouted as you sat up. John looked at you questionably. "Switch chairs." You declared. John shrugged and sat on the couch, while you ran off to go get something. You came back with duct tape and you taped John's legs to the couch. John just stared and watched you silently. You then ran off to grab your kitty plush. You then sat in the chair and turned it so that your back was facing him. John waited for a while, before you wheeled around in the chair petting the plush and said in a deep manly tone:
"So we meet again, John Bond."
John stared at you. You stared at John. John bit his lip and fell to the ground (while ripping the duct tape off the couch) laughing his head off. You followed suit and laid back against the chair, having hysterics. I guess gravity decided to be stupid again, because you then fell back in your chair.






"OW!"