Josh Dun x Reader

3am

Warnings: Profanity & late-night shenanigans

Word Count: 1894

Summary: Josh comes up with a solution to help you sleep, but things don't go quite as planned.

Author's Note: Hello! Late post, I know, but this ended up being a fic that I really like, so I think it will be worth the wait :)

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You watched as the clock on your bedside table switched from 2:59 to 3:00, marking the precise three hours that you had been laying in bed. You had tried every technique that you knew for making yourself tired, but every single one had only led to wasted time. If you weren't going to sleep, even after three hours of trying, you decided that you may as well make the most of whatever time you had before the sun came up and there would be responsibilities for you to attend to.

You glanced towards Josh's window as you shuffled towards the far side of your room. His window was open just a crack, no doubt to let in the summer breeze. He was always commenting about how he liked to listen to the frogs outside when he was trying to sleep. If only the same thing worked for you.

You squinted at the sudden bright light from your ceiling light. There were a couple half-finished sketches sitting on your desk, so you decided to work on those for a little while. That would at least get your blood flowing and - by some miracle - might make you tired again. You played some quiet music from your phone as well, just so your room didn't feel quite so eerily quiet.

Your sketch was almost complete when something smacked against your window. You whipped around to try and catch a glimpse of whatever it was that was launching an attack on the side of your house. There weren't any trees outside, meaning that it was more likely than not an animal. Or, worse, a person.

You turned your music up a few notches, hoping that it would drown out the noise if it were to happen again. A minute or so passed peacefully, until the same noise happened again. This time, it happened twice in a row.

"Ok, what the hell?" you muttered, deciding that this incident warranted an investigation.

You slid your window open and pushed your face up to the screen that separated you from the outside world. Down in the grass, you spotted a figure waving up at you. He was barely illuminated by the streetlight that stood out by the sidewalk, but it was just enough for you to recognize that familiar puff of pink hair.

"Are you insane?" you called down. "I thought I was about to get murdered."

"Sorry!" Josh answered. "Now get your butt out here!"

"What? Why?"

"We're going on an adventure! And bring your skateboard."

You sighed and looked down at your loose pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt. An outfit change was definitely in order before you followed Josh out to, well, wherever he was taking you. Athletic shorts and a sweatshirt you had stolen from Josh a number of years ago would have to do.

Josh was skating idly around the street when you finally joined him, carrying your own skateboard tucked under one arm. You took a moment to watch him move so effortlessly over the pavement - a skill you hadn't totally mastered yourself - and imagined what it would like to be on there with him. Skateboarding wasn't really an activity for two people, but you could dream.

"Ready?" Josh asked, sliding to a stop in front of you.

"Hold on, you have to give me some more details before we go anywhere."