Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader(Fluff!)
you go a little too far at a party, and you have to call johnny to come and get you
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, reader is on a lot of drugs, and drug use/drinking is heavily mentioned
Sometimes, you did take it a little too far. And hey, you would be the first person to admit it.
Tonight was definitely one of those nights.
Those nights usually came with the fact that Johnny wasn't with you to keep you under control
(when he wasn't out of control himself), and that was exactly how you had ended up in the position you were currently in.
It was hard to say no to Steve-O. You hadn't been able to seriously spend time together with just the two of you in a long time despite being good friends, and of course, your version of 'spending time together'
was to party hard and get absolutely wasted.
Every plea of 'just this once' from either one of you had been met with indulgence from the other, and you were really starting to regret it.
So, by the time that it got to the point where you were wanting to be home while fucked off of Xanax, a lot of booze, some acid, weed, and a random,
colorful pill that Steve-O had gifted you upon arriving, you realized that you were basically stranded.
You were at some guy's house that Steve-O was apparently cool with, but who didn't really like you,
so you were almost 100% sure that you weren't going to get a free chance to stay for the night like Steve-O was.
Luckily for you, you had a get-out-of-jail-free card who was currently spending his night doing nothing but bills.
After a phone call that barely made sense to both you and the receiver, you waited for your ride to arrive by lying down on the kitchen floor with a cigarette between your lips,
thoughts of Steve-O's whereabouts long forgotten as you stared at the ceiling fan that appeared to shift and shape into different forms and colors under the influence of the drugs in your system.
By the time you heard the sound of your boyfriend's voice in the hall adjacent to you, your cigarette had gone out due to your negligence to actually smoke it, and you were just holding it between your teeth as you watched the man you wanted to see most walk into the kitchen to your left.
The sight of him made the creeping sensation of being overwhelmed by all the different side effects squeezing your brain come to a head, and you held out your arms to him with a pathetic whine.
"PJ." You whimpered, a pout on your face as he cooed at you and crouched down to gently pull you into a sitting position.
"Oh, love bug. What the hell have you been doing?" Johnny asked as he helped you up off the floor, using his strength to keep you on your feet as you tottered along with the spinning room. You knew it was pretty clear by this point that the premise of you and Steve-O 'just getting dinner and absolutely not partying had been dispelled.
"I wanna go home." You complained, draping yourself against his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck haphazardly. Oh yeah.
You were fucking loaded. You could feel yourself acting like a whiny idiot, but you were unable to do anything to stop it. Acid made you air-headed and needy.
"I know, baby. I'm gonna take you home."
He reassured, forcing you to pull away from him so that he could shift his arm under yours to start walking you out of the kitchen. "Does Steve need a ride, too?"
