Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Mention of injury (nothing graphic), one swear word

Word Count: 462

"Alright, we've got this," Tyler said, sliding an arm around your waist.

You twisted in the car seat so that your good foot was hanging halfway out the door. Your arm was wrapped tightly around Tyler's shoulder in case you slipped. The last thing you wanted was to screw up your good ankle.

"On the count of three, you hop out. Sound good?"

"Yeah," you said, grabbing Tyler's shoulder a little tighter.

"Ok. One, two, three!"

You hopped out of the car and landed on the ground, leaning on Tyler slightly to lessen the impact. It went better than you expected, you thought you were going to end up face first on the pavement.

"We did it!" you smiled.

"Don't sound so shocked," Tyler laughed.

He helped you across the driveway and inside to the couch. You laid down while he gathered every pillow that he could find in the house to keep your foot elevated. It had only been a few hours and you were already growing to hate the cast.

"Alright, what do you need?" Tyler asked as he pulled off his jacket.

"A healed foot," you mumbled.

Tyler looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You sighed.

"One of your t-shirts, a kiss, and a nice cup of tea. In that order."

"On it!" he smiled.

You stared at the ceiling while you waited for Tyler to return. Your ankle was still throbbing slightly, despite the pain medication that the doctors had pumped into you at the hospital. At least the swelling would go down a little bit now that your foot was in the air.

"First thing done," Tyler said, handing you one of his shirts.

"I might need help," you said as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

Tyler sat down on the couch so that you had something to lean against while you changed out of your sweatshirt. It was much easier than using only your core muscles to remain in a sitting position.

"Second thing!"

Tyler leaned down and kissed your lips gently. As he pulled away, you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a second kiss.

"Ok, so maybe I lied and actually needed two kisses," you smiled.

"I have no problem with that," he said. "Now I'm going to go start your tea."

"Can you hand me the TV remote first? I want us to play some Mario Kart later."

Tyler grabbed the remote and then tossed it to you. You set up the game while he brewed your tea in the kitchen, quietly humming to himself as he did so.

"One cup of the tea for the girl who's about to get her ass kicked," he smiled, handing you your mug of tea.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," you scoffed.