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.

"What?" he asked. His eyes were wide as he rolled onto his back to look up at you.

"Hey, it's ok," you said, letting your hand linger on his shoulder in hopes that it would provide some comfort. "You just need to get up to bed."

"Where am I staying? The guest room?"

"No, I have guests. You're going to sleep in my bed."

"Where are you going to sleep?" he asked, rubbing at one of his eyes.

"Down here on the couch."

"No, you're not. I'm not going to steal your bed."

"Josh, you feel sick. I'm not going to make you stay down here while you feel awful."

"I'm fine," he frowned, crossing his arms across his chest for emphasis. "I can sleep down here."

"Joshua Dun, I am not going to let you sleep down here and I really don't feel like putting up a fight right now."

Josh studied for your face for a minute, though you couldn't be sure if it was because he was shocked or trying to form a coherent answer. Just as you were about to say something else, he slowly started to get himself up into a sitting position and off the couch.

"Thank you," you mumbled, already walking around the couch in case Josh went stumbling headfirst into the coffee table.

"I got it," Josh said, holding a hand out towards you when you started to reach for him.

"Are you sure?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Ok."

You followed Josh up the stairs towards your room. He collapsed down on your bed the second that it was in his sights, immediately burying his face in the covers.

"Sorry it isn't made," you said. "I didn't really expect anyone but me to be sleeping in it."

"You mean you didn't expect to have a sexy guy spending the night?" he mumbled from beneath the blankets. Even with his face hidden, you could perfectly picture the smug smile on his face.

"You're lucky I'm tired or you would be getting roasted right now. Also don't look over here, I'm changing into pajamas."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Y/N/N."

"Yeah, because somebody doesn't know how to knock before entering rooms."

"It was one time!"

"And look at what the consequences were."

"I play shirtless in front of people all the time. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you choose you play shirtless in front of people. I was just trying to change my clothes!"

You tossed your dirty clothes into the hamper and shut the closet door. Josh seemed to be feeling better - or at least, more sober - based on the back and forth you two were having. It was a nice change from earlier when he was passed out on the couch, hardly able to say more than a few words at a time. Not to mention that having some alone time with him was nice after a whole night of being separated despite being at the same party.

"And I look good while doing it."

"Hey, do you want something more comfortable to sleep in?" you asked, redirecting your conversation.

"Do you have something for me to wear?"

"I think I have some old clothes of yours that you've left here at one point or another. Let me check."

Josh pushed himself up to a sitting position while you rifled through your dresser. You eventually came across a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that looked more like something of Tyler's than Josh's, but it would have to do.

"Try these," you said, tossing them in his direction.

"Ok."

Josh immediately started unbuttoning his top, making you turn around in embarrassment. As badly as you wanted to take a look, there was no way you were risking Josh seeing the flushed color of your cheeks. Instead, you made a quick excuse about brushing your teeth and slipped into the bathroom so that he could finish getting changed.

Josh was staring at the ceiling when you emerged from the bathroom, now wearing the pajamas you had provided him with. The shirt you had given him was a little tight, meaning that your assumption it belonged to Tyler had most likely been right. His previous clothes were sitting in a messy heap towards the end of the bed.

"You're back," he smiled.

"I was only in the bathroom," you laughed.

"Yeah, but I missed you."

You swallowed hard and tried not to think too much into his words. Despite him being a little more sober now, he was still way too drunk for his own good, which meant that he was also most likely too drunk to really think about what he was saying. This conversation would be a fuzzy memory, if that, in the morning.

"Do you need anything else before I go downstairs? Some water or something?"

"I think I'll be ok. I'd rather not put anything else in my stomach."

"Ok. I'll see you in the morning, Josh."

"Wait." Josh said it just as you reached the door to your room. Your fingers had just barely brushed the handle when his words made you stop dead in your tracks.

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay here? Just for a little while longer? I still feel kinda sick."

Your hand immediately dropped away from the handle. Even if he hadn't been sick, you would have stayed just because he asked.

"Yeah, I can stay."

Your heart fluttered as you took a seat on your bed. Josh was still sprawled out on the other half, though he shifted a little as you joined him, giving you a little more space. You leaned back against the headboard, making sure to keep yourself upright so you weren't tempted to fall asleep next to him.

"Thanks," he said softly.

"For?"

"Not leaving."

"I'm not going to leave you when you feel sick."

"No, I mean," he paused to swallow. "Not leaving for good. I know I haven't exactly been the best friend to you over the years, so it means a lot that you never gave up on me."

A sad smile tugged on your lips. You and Josh had been through your fair share of arguments over the years, but you knew you loved him too much to ever fully let him go. It wasn't uncommon for you to wonder if holding onto him so tightly was the right decision or not.

"I'm never going to give up on you, Josh. You're my best friend."

"Just your best friend?"

"Well, yeah," you said. Your fingers began to play with the hem of your sleep shirt, which just so happened to be an oversized Twenty One Pilots shirt from the early days of their career. "What else would you be?"

Josh blinked a couple times at the ceiling, letting the silence between you steadily grow. You were beginning to think that he had fallen asleep with his eyes open when he spoke again.

"I don't know. Your neighbor or something," he laughed.

"Right," you joined his quiet laughter, feeling the tension release from your shoulders.

Josh's eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he brought another hand up to his stomach. You scooted forward so that you were a little closer to him.

"Are you ok, Josh?"

"Yeah, I just- another pang of nausea," he said, pushing his head a little further back into the bed.

You reached out and placed a hand on his bicep, rubbing your thumb in small circles. "Are you going to puke? Should I grab a trash can?"

"No, no. I'll be ok as long as I don't move. You're still staying here, right?"

"Of course. I won't leave until you want me to."

Josh opened his eyes for a moment and looked at you, "Then you're staying here forever."

"I have to sleep at some point."

"Who says you can't fall asleep next to me?"

"A lot of people. Or rules. I don't know," you said, scrambling for an excuse. He was just drunk and wanted comfort from someone. You weren't about to let yourself fall asleep next to him and make something out of it that didn't really exist.

Josh reached over and grabbed your wrist with his free hand. His touch was gentle, but you could still feel every callous on the palm of his hand. "Please."

There was a pause, quiet enough for you to hear your shaky intake of breath.

"Ok."

"You should get comfortable."

"Not until you start feeling better. If I get comfortable, it's just going to be that much harder for me to get up and grab you something to throw up into."

"But you're not leaving?"

"I'm not leaving."

"Good."

You expected Josh to pull his hand away from you, but he kept it wrapped gently around your wrist. His other hand was still resting gingerly on his stomach, as if it would somehow make the nausea go away.

"You're the best person in the world. Did you know that, Y/N/N?"

"Thanks, Josh."

"I mean it. I don't know what I would do without you."

You brushed a couple pink strands of hair out of his face. His eyes watched you as you did so.

"You would find someone else to take my place."

And it wouldn't be the first time, either.

"Nobody could take your place."

You held back a laugh. Why were you even having this conversation right now, anyway?

"People have before and I'm sure they will again."

"They didn't take your place. Not really."

"You're just saying that."

Josh's eyebrows furrowed, "I don't 'just say' things."

Not wanting to start an argument, you decided to redirect the conversation. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. I think I can move now."

Josh finally let go of your arm and moved to a normal position on the bed, You followed suit and started to get comfortable on your side of the bed, but a hand reached out and rested gently on your upper arm.

"You're not going to lay that far away, are you?"

You rolled more onto your back, allowing you to look over your shoulder. Josh was on his side, facing you.

"I was giving you space."

"I don't want space. I want you close to me."

You wanted to allow your heart to flutter at his words, but each time it started to you reminded yourself that he was just a drunk person seeking comfort and you were readily available.

"I'll come a little closer," you said, rolling so that you were now facing him and moving a few inches forward.

"Closer," he pouted, reaching out to rest a hand on your hip.

"Josh," you sighed, grabbing his hand and moving it away from you. "I'm not going to cuddle with you."

"Why not?"

"Because you're drunk and you want to be close to someone and I just so happen to be here. I'm not going to let this night mean something to me when it's something you'll barely remember in the morning."

"I'm not as drunk anymore," he protested.

"But you're still drunk."

"Not too drunk to know I'm in love with you."

All the air in your lungs was gone in an instant. A million things began to piece themselves together in your mind, but you could only focus on Josh. His expression was sincere as he looked at you, quietly waiting for some kind of reaction.

"Josh, I love you too but... I need to hear it from you when you're sober. Just to know that you mean it."

"I just said I'm sober enough to know how I feel."

"I know you did, but I need you to do this for me."

Josh was quiet. The air between you smelled of alcohol, reminding you why you needed to do this. There was still a chance that this whole ordeal would be forgotten in the morning.

"Can I at least kiss you?" he asked. His voice was hardly more than a whisper.

"In the morning, Josh, if you still feel the same."

"I'm always going to feel the same."

"Then it won't be a big deal to wait."

"Ok."

You paused for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything else. When he remained quiet, you asked, "Are you going to be able to sleep ok? Or are you still sick?"

"I think I'll be ok."

You reached forward until you found his arm, then let your fingers run along it until you found his hand. Gently, you interlaced your fingers with his and rested it in a place that was comfortable for both of you. His mouth curled up into a small smile.

"Goodnight, Josh," you said, giving his hand a light squeeze.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

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You were the first one to wake up the next morning. Sunlight was pouring in through the windows and the clock on the bedside table read 10:30, much later than you usually woke up. That wouldn't have been a huge concern if it hadn't been for your guests, who you silently hoped had slept in later than you so that you still had time to make breakfast for them.

You started to stretch, but were stopped when your back pressed up against something firm. Shortly after, you became aware of the weight that was pressing into your waist and feeling of fingers interlaced with your own. Panic flowed through your body as you recognized the colors of an all-too-familiar tattoo. Slowly, you began to unravel yourself from where your limbs were tangled with Josh's without waking him up. Memories from the night before began to flood your mind, both making your heart flutter and filling your stomach with dread.

Once you were out of Josh's arms, you quickly slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Your chest was heaving, so you took a moment to steady your breaths before doing anything else. It was just one night of being cuddled up together; that was far from the worst thing you two had done together.

You took your time washing your face and getting ready for the day, trying to stall as much as you could before you had to walk back into the bedroom and face Josh, if he was even awake. There was no telling how much of the night that he would remember and you weren't entirely willing to find out.

Eventually, you ran out of things to do to get ready and decided to make your way back into the bedroom. You slowly opened the door and started to tiptoe into the room, but when you looked up you realized Josh was already awake and staring at the ceiling. His eyes snapped to you as soon as he heard the door open.

"You're awake," you said plainly, dropping your feet so they were resting firmly on the ground. "How are you feeling?"

"About how you'd expect," Josh laughed, running a hand through his hair. "My head is killing me."

"That makes sense. You were pretty out of it last night."

"Yeah. Everything is fuzzy, but stuff is slowly coming back to me."

Equal parts relief and panic flowed through you at his statement. You avoided eye contact as you shuffled over towards the closet to look for something clean to wear.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked.

"I'm ok. Tired, I guess, but not hungover like most people will be."

"I'm jealous."

"We can get you some medicine when we're downstairs to help the headache. And breakfast will help, once I get around to making that."

"You don't have to do that. I live just down the street and I already feel like I've overstayed my welcome."

"It's fine, Josh, I swear. I'm making breakfast for my friends, anyway, so you might as well stay and let someone take care of you."

"You know I'm not very good at that."

You looked at him over your shoulder, raising one eyebrow, "I think drunk Josh would beg to differ."

"Was I a pain last night?"

"In a lot of pain is more like it."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Last night was... well, it wasn't the worst night we've spent together."

Josh didn't say anything else, so you waved at him to close his eyes while you got dressed. He made some comment about you stepping into the bathroom to change, but you simply laughed and told him that you had done more than enough for him so he could cover his eyes for the sake of you not having to go back in the bathroom again.

"Do you want me to see if I have any more of your spare clothes?" you asked. "Or are you going to wear the old stuff?"

"I'll probably just wear the old stuff, but I'm sticking with the pajamas now because they don't reek of alcohol."

"Good call."

"Um, can I ask you something kind of weird?"

You finally fully turned around to look at Josh. "Weird, how?"

"Personal, I guess."

"Sure."

"Did I, um... confess anything last night?"

"What do you mean?"

Josh rubbed a hand along the side of his face, once again squeezing his eyes shut. "Like, I don't know. You know what type of things people usually confess."

"Like your feelings for someone?"

Josh bit down on his lip and slowly released it from between his teeth. "Yes."

"You might have mentioned something."

He sighed and leaned back into the headboard, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about," you said. You made your way over to the bed and sat down, keeping a considerable amount of space between you and Josh. "I guess, to keep things fair, I should remind you that I said I felt the same."

"You did?"

"Do you not remember?"

"I remember bits and pieces, but it's fuzzy. Do you mind, um, running me through it?"

You explained to Josh what happened the night before, from him asking you to stay upstairs with him to asking you for a kiss. His ears continued to grow more red as you walked him through the details.

"I'm really sorry that I was acting like that," he sighed. "That's... wow."

"It's fine, Josh. Like I said, not the worst night we've had together."

"Yeah," he laughed. "But, I guess what we should focus on here, you feel the same?"

You broke eye contact and looked down at your bed. "Yeah, I do."

"Does that embarrass you?"

"I guess," you shrugged. "I mean, you were obviously drunk last night and I'm not entirely sure you meant what you said. I just thought you deserved to know since I told you all the things you said to me. Now we can both be embarrassed."

You continued to stare at the bed, but Josh reached out and hooked a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his.

"What's embarrassing about two people being in love with one another?"

"You mean, what you said... you meant it?"

"Every word."

You hesitantly started to move forward, but Josh caught your cheek and quickly closed the space between you. His free hand came to your hip, guiding you closer to him until you were straddling his lap. Your kisses were eager, but you had no intention of taking this any further. Not yet, anyway.

"I told you I would kiss you if you still felt the same in the morning," you said, smiling against Josh's lips.

"And I told you I would always feel the same, right?"

You nodded before pressing your lips to his again.