Josh Dun x Reader

When The Party's Over

Warnings: Alcohol use, drunken shenanigans, tiny bit of angst?

Word Count: 3894

Request: Bed sharing fic with Josh? I'll leave all the creativity up to you!!!! -Anonymous

Author's Note: Yes, this fic title is based on a Billie Eilish song, but it isn't a song request! I was just listening to the song when I got the idea for this request so I thought it would be fitting to name it after the song. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! :)

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A slight drizzle of rain started to coat the driveway as you stood on your porch, watching the last few party guests make their way back to the cars. Some of them were stumbling, but all of them had someone sober to drive them home. You had made sure to check with everyone before they left to make sure that nobody was driving home unsafely.

When the doors of the car were closed and the headlights of the car had turned on, you finally turned and walked back inside. Only a few people were left in your living room: some of your childhood friends who had come in from out of town and Josh Dun, also known as the boy you had been in love with since you first moved to Columbus. Or, as he was more commonly referred to, your best friend. It hadn't been Josh's intention to spend the night at your place since he lived close by, but after a few too many drinks he had ended up being too sick and way too drunk to get himself home safely, so you offered up your room for him to stay in.

"We should get up to bed, shouldn't we?" one of your friends mumbled.

"Probably not a bad idea," her husband answered.

You waited until the two of them had gotten up the stairs before turning your attention to Josh. He was passed out on your couch, one arm resting over his stomach and the other hanging over the side, his mouth partially open. Not wanting to disturb his rest just yet, you started to collect some of the discarded cups that had been left on your coffee table. You didn't want your house guests to wake up to filth and, if you were being honest, you didn't really want to either.

"Y/N?" a muffled voice carried over from the other room.

You quickly set down the bowl you were washing and hastily wiped your hands on your jeans as you walked into the living room. Josh was awake now, though the expression on his face indicated that he would rather still be asleep. After his eyes landed on you, he collapsed back into the couch cushions.

"Where am I?" he asked. His eyes slowly fluttered closed again.

"You're at my house. You said you were feeling sick earlier so I offered to let you stay here. I can take you home, if you want."

Josh quickly shook his head, only leading to a pained expression. A frown tugged at the corner of your lips. Although he had technically brought this upon himself, you hated to see him in this state.

"Here," he mumbled, rolling onto his side.

"Alright. Let me finish cleaning some stuff up and then we can get you into bed."

You waited a moment for Josh's response, but you were only met with snores. With a sigh, you made your way back to the kitchen to finish washing the last few plates.

Josh was still fast asleep when you finally finished cleaning everything to your liking. From the looks of it, he hadn't moved an inch since he initially passed out. You took a moment to admire how peaceful he looked, knowing that in just a moment you would end it and force him to deal with his drunken state once again.

"Josh," you called softly, hoping that it would be enough to wake him up. As should have been expected, Josh didn't even stir. Even with a slight increase in volume, he showed no acknowledgment that you were even in the room with him. It wasn't until you reached forward and started to lightly shake his shoulder that he finally blinked his eyes open.