Warnings: Mentions of injury (nothing graphic), brief angst, sexual innuendo

Word Count: 1662

Request: can you do one where josh is in a bad accident plss? -Anon

Author's Note: As promised, here is a Josh fic for all of you! I promise from here on out it's a pretty even balance between Tyler & Josh!

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You rested one hand on the doorframe and leaned out into the hallway, "Hey, love?"

"Yeah?" Josh called back from the living room.

"Do you need anything?"

"I'm ok!"

"Ok, let me know if you do!"

You heard Jim's toes click along the wooden floor as he came running at the sound of your voice. He pushed the partially-closed door open with his head and trotted over to where you had taken a seat on the floor.

"Hi, bud," you grinned as you scratched at his ears.

Jim laid down on the floor next to you and rested his head on your leg, watching as you sorted through boxes of stuff. You and Josh were moving into a new house and only had a few weeks left until the lease was up, meaning that your time had been spent sorting through stuff and packing away what you wanted to keep. Things had been going well until Josh got into a car accident, throwing a wrench into your plans.

You had been terrified when you got the call that Josh was at the hospital. Tyler had picked you up that afternoon and taken you straight to the hospital so that the two of you could wait until Josh got his diagnosis. He had ended up with a moderate concussion, a shattered wrist, and a couple fractures in his leg. It wasn't ideal, but you were just happy that it hadn't been worse.

A few pictures fell into your lap as you were switching some folders around. You picked them up and flipped through them, smiling as you did so. They were pictures of you and Josh when you went to Hawaii with Tyler and Jenna. The pictures were silly, mostly you jumping onto Josh's back or doing cliché poses with Jenna, but they brought back good memories. You decided to show Josh, hoping it might help him feel better.

Josh was sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as quiet music played from his phone. He was idly tapping his good hand along the pillow that was resting on his chest. Unfortunately, with his concussion, it was just about the only thing that he could do until he got better.

"Hey, love, look what I found," you said, handing him the photos.

You took a seat on the edge of the coffee table while he flipped through the photos. His mouth slowly curved up into a smile as he looked through them.

"I forgot about these," he said. "We should frame them in the new house."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. They would be nice in the office."

"Alright, I'll put them in the frame pile," you said, taking them back from him.

You walked back into the office and placed the photos into one of your many piles. It seemed that no matter how much work you did, you could never make a dent in all the stuff that needed to be sorted.

"If I get through three more boxes, then I can take a lunch break," you muttered to yourself as you looked over the room. "Then I should be able to get the rest of the room done after dinner and move on to the bedroom tomorrow."

Happy with your plan, you grabbed one of the unsorted boxes and began to look through it.

"Do you want some lunch?" you asked as you walked into the living room.

"What are you making?"

"Sandwiches, probably."

"Sure, I could use a sandwich."

You hummed along to Josh's music as you made some lunch for the two of you, making sure to cut up some of his favorite fruit and grab him a soda from the fridge. It was pretty obvious that he was having a hard time being stuck inside on the couch, so you tried your hardest to make things comfortable for him.

"Here you are," you said, handing him his food.

Josh slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position with his good arm and cracked open his soda. Once he had made himself comfortable, you took a seat on the opposite end of the couch and began to eat your own food.

"How is packing going?" Josh asked.

You watched as he took a piece of turkey from his sandwich and tossed it to Jim. He happily caught it and swallowed it in a single go.

"Pretty good," you shrugged. "I think I'll be able to get the office packed by the end of the night and start on the bedroom tomorrow. We should be good to go by next week."

"I'm really sorry that you have to do all this alone."

"It isn't a big deal, Josh. It gives me something to do rather than worrying about you all the time."

"Yeah, but I feel awful because you're doing all this work and I'm just sitting here on the couch not helping at all."

You sighed and set your food down on the table so that you could scoot closer to Josh. He set his food down too and held out an arm so that you could lay down next to him.

"Josh, the most important thing to me is that you're healing and getting rest because that's what you need right now. I really don't mind packing things up."

He idly rubbed his thumb along your lower back, "Are you sure?"

You turned his face towards you and looked him straight in the eyes, "I'm sure."

"Thank you so much, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too."

He used his good arm to pull you a little closer to him for a kiss. You moved your hand a little further back so that it was in his hair.

"You know," Josh whispered. "I may be injured, but all the important parts are still working."

"Joshua Dun!" you gasped, leaning away from him.

"What?" he smiled innocently.

You could tell your cheeks were bright red just from the mere heat that was radiating from your face. Josh staring straight at you wasn't helping either.

"Later," you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I still have lots of work to do."

"Will you at least stay here for awhile longer? This is the best I've felt all day."

"Yeah, just let me grab my food. I'm starving."

You started to lean over Josh to grab your food when you noticed that the plates on the table were now empty. Josh looked to you with wide eyes.

"Jim!" you screeched, already clambering off the couch.

Sure enough, Jim was behind the couch munching on the sandwiches that you had made for you and Josh. Thankfully they didn't contain anything harmful, but it was an annoying situation nonetheless.

"Jim, you bad boy," you mumbled as you cleaned scraps of half-chewed sandwich off the floor. "I'll be back in five minutes, Josh. I'm just going to make myself another sandwich."

"Can you make me one too?"

"Of course, love."

Five minutes later, you returned to the couch with two fresh sandwiches in your hands. Josh smiled as you handed him his food and made yourself comfortable next to him.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"Hey, can I ask you a serious question?" Josh asked.

"Sure."

"Do you think I'll ever be able to drum the same again?"

You sighed and brushed some of his hair back from his forehead. Ever since you had heard that his wrist had been shattered, you had been wondering when this question would come up.

"I think it's going to take a lot of physical therapy and practice to get back to where you were, but in time I think you'll be able to get your skill back."

"I just hate that I can't do anything about all of this," he mumbled. "Some idiot just threw a wrench into my entire life."

"I know. It's unfair, but all you can do is try to make the best of it, love. Sitting here and pouting isn't going to magically change what happened."

"You're right."

You nodded and took a bite of your sandwich. Jim was sitting right next to the couch, staring at you hopefully.

"No, Jim," you giggled. "You've had plenty!"

He stomped around a little bit, but eventually got the memo and laid down in the armchair. Josh turned to you with a smile on his face.

"You alright, love?" you smiled.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about how happy I am."

"But you just said..."

"I know what I said," he sighed. "But then somebody told me that there's no use in pouting so I decided to focus on the things I love instead."

"Wow, that person is so smart."

Josh laughed and shook his head, "Yeah, they are."

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you a little further into his chest, causing you to squeal as you nearly dropped your sandwich.

"Sorry," he muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"It's ok, I just don't want to have to make a third sandwich."

"Agreed."

"Alright, I need to finish my food and get back to work."

"Can't you just lay here all day with me?" he pouted.

"Not if you want to get moved out on time."

"Fine."

You laid with Josh until you both finished your lunch. It was a bit awkward to get yourself off the couch with plates in your hands, but you managed to make it work.

"Just let me know if you need anything," you said, pressing a kiss to Josh's forehead.

He caught your arm with his good hand and pulled you in for a proper kiss, making you smile.

"Will do."

"I'm glad you're here, Josh."

He grinned and and traced his fingers along your arm as you walked back towards the kitchen, trying to keep contact for as long as possible. You smiled at him.

"I'm glad I'm here too."