Hollywood Undead One Shots

Funny Man x Reader

City

I can't sleep again.

They weren't even sure if he'd be up at this point, but he was usually who they would talk to on nights like these: nights where the fire behind their eyes just didn't shine bright enough, nights where their parents screaming at each other behind locked doors seemed to be the only thing they could hear. Their phone rested next to their head, covers pulled over their entire body. If only the mass of blankets could just consume them whole, they thought, closing their eyes in a futile attempt to try and fall asleep. Sleep wasn't something easy to come by for Y/N. No matter how long they were awake or what they'd done during the day, no matter how comfortable they got, they were almost never able to sleep.

Their phone buzzed, causing their eyes to open again. Their grip on the phone returned and they checked the text, the brightness of the screen causing them to wince.

Dyl<3: Is there anything I can do?

They paused. They weren't too sure, actually. They typed up their response, hitting send.

I dunno. Usually talking to you helps me sleep.

Seconds later, he had a response.

Dyl<3: You sayin im boring?

Y/N snickered.

More like calming.

It took a minute for Dylan to respond.

Dyl<3: on my way.

Y/N sat up in their bed. He was coming over? He can't come over. Not now, not while they could still hear their parents arguing in the other room. "Maybe he isn't staying," they guessed. Dylan was quite the wild card. Sometimes helping Y/N get sleep meant taking them to party with him and his friends until they were blackout drunk, or smoking on the roof of Jordon's house, just the three of them, or just talking until they got tired. You never knew what it could be with Dylan.

Y/N was in such a panic about Dylan coming over that they hadn't noticed he'd texted them again.

Dyl<3: wear something comfy. Bring pillows and blankets.

Y/N got confused. What the hell was he planning? Regardless, they made a stack of pillows and blankets on the edge of their bed, topped with a bag of snacks just in case.

Within ten minutes, Y/N could tell there was someone trying to open her window. Already knowing who it was, they propped it open. As expected, Dylan was outside.

"I didn't know if your parents were up or not, so I didn't wanna use the front door." He explained, sliding through the window to stand in Y/N's room. It was just a little messier than last time he saw it. Good. Then at least he knew that Y/N wasn't having another downward spiral. He could kind of hear Y/N's parents arguing in another room, and he deflated. No wonder they wanted to leave this place.

"It's fine." Y/N smiled reassuringly, though a little awkwardly. They felt... Studied, almost. "It's... Kind of one of those nights." Dylan met their gaze, or at least tried to. They were avoiding looking at him, hands twisting nervously at the sleeves of the oversized sweater they were wearing. He was pretty sure that the sweater actually belonged to Jordon, but Y/N had the tendency to steal the guys clothes, wearing them for comfort on nights like these, so Dylan didn't even question it. He was much too worried about something else, anyways. They used 'those nights' as a type of code for something that was actively keeping Y/N up: their built up anxieties that wouldn't let them sleep that they might not have wanted to name.