✓ ❘ 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ─ 𝐌𝐂𝐑. 𝐏!𝐀𝐓𝐃. 𝐅𝐎𝐁. 𝐓Ø𝐏.

Acceptance. (Tyler Joseph/Josh Dun x non-binary!Reader)

Closing your eyes, you heaved a sigh of relief when you realised that your nightmare was just that – a nightmare. It wasn't real life, and you did not just lose your two best friends.

Your body was flushed with heat, and that coupled with the added warmth from your duvet was beginning to make you feel claustrophobic, so you made quick work of getting out of bed and opening the bedroom windows.

The first gush of fresh air felt glorious against your blushing skin and you felt your taut muscles start to loosen. Your mind was not put at ease as simply as that, though. It was reeling with thoughts and emotions from your nightmare, as had become customary over the last few weeks. It wasn't the first time you'd suffered through that particular horrendous dream; once you had made the cognizant decision that you would come out to Tyler and Josh, your sub-conscious had taken on the challenge of preventing you from doing just that. Although, truth be told, it wasn't much of a challenge, considering you had been hesitant all along; the nightmares were only cementing that apprehensiveness.

You wanted to come out to them. They were arguably the two people you were closest with and keeping such a thing hidden from them just seemed wrong.

But you were terrified.

They had never given reason for you to be fearful that they would not support you, yet you worried still. It was common knowledge that Tyler and Josh were Christians, incredibly devoted ones at that, and it was because of this that your fretfulness had materialized. You weren't sure whether or not they would accept you, and the uncertainty was the only thing keeping you from telling them.

However, your anxieties, uncertainty and fear would all have to take a back seat to your courage today, because as you looked out at extraordinarily gorgeous sunrise, you were filled with enchantment, and decided that today was the day.

In a couple of hours, you would come out to Tyler and Josh.

~

As you sat on the edge of your couch, twiddling your thumbs, all you could think about was the gravity of the situation you had talked yourself into. There was no way to know for sure what the implications would be, and there was currently not much time to dwell on it, since the sharp sound of knuckles rapping against wood sounded throughout the room. You returned to your seat ten seconds later, a smiling Josh and hyper Tyler by your side.

Friendly conversation was made; they spoke about their music, you listened and offered your input where necessary. Talks like these between the three of you would often last for a solid hour, if not more, and today, you were incredibly grateful for that fact; it prolonged the preparation time of the recipe for disaster you were cooking up.

Your gratefulness ran dry, however, when Tyler asked how things were going with you.

Shit.

Now that the topic of the conversation had been changed from their life to yours, the window of opportunity for you to reveal all had opened up. Unfortunately, along with that open window came the air of anxiety, clouding your mind and suffocating your thoughts.

"I'm..." a tiny groan of frustration followed that lone syllable, and you were left to chew the inside of your cheek and aimlessly tug at the baby hairs framing your face as you struggled to find your train of thought. Problem was, that train had chosen to run itself off the track the minute the musicians walked through your front door.

"Quarter million words in the English language, (Y/N)," Tyler piped up, taking in your over-contemplative state, "Pretty sure at least one of those could describe how you're feeling."

"Speriat."

Both guys scrunched up their faces at the foreign word.

"Or not, I guess," Tyler mumbled.