Tyler Seguin One-Shots
Pillow Forts & The Body Issue
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Your eyes peaked open and you tilted your head to the left and saw the bright light beaming through the poorly lit bedroom. You groaned, swiping your eyes and lazily reaching an arm out to grab the phone when the phone was snatched.
“Ty,” you murmured, looking up through tired eyes at the bare man hovering over you with your phone in his hand. Even through your dazed state, you could just tell how nervous and jittery he was – and that was a rare, concerning sight to see your husband in. Your eyes opened wider and you frowned up at him.
“‘ey, baby,” Tyler cooed, clearly forcing his nerves away. It looked like he was doing a pushup from the way he swooped down to steal a kiss, making you smile. “What you doin’ up so early?”
“Why you stealin’ my phone so early?” you chided, lifting your arm to drape around his neck. A small smirk made its way to your lips and you playfully inquired, “Trying to hide something from me?”
“Of course not.” Lie. He swooped down again and stole another kiss. “You know what I’ve been thinking last night before I went to sleep?”
This has to be good, you thought. “What?”
“We don’t pay much attention to each other.” You cocked an eyebrow, but allowed him to continue. This was already starting off on an interesting path. “We already don’t have a lot of time together with my hockey and your charity events, and when we do spend time together for that little amount of free time we have, we surround ourselves with technology.”
You wanted to burst laughing, but you wanted to find out more as to where this was leading. Yeah, you both had a busy schedule, but Tyler – unsurprisingly – exaggerated the part including technology. Maybe every now and then you checked your phones for texts or had to take a phone call, but it never took that much of your time.
“Why don’t we go back to the days of youth?”
“We’re still young, babe,” you finally said, draping your other arm around his neck and dragging him onto you. The moment your lips met, you immediately melted into the kiss and even Tyler was sidetracked by his – whatever he was doing. “Round three?” you murmured against his lips, sliding one hand around to his back and brushing it against the smooth surface.
He softly groaned against your lips, but that seemed to snap him out of his trance. He let out another groan – this time out of frustration – and barely lifted himself up from you. “I meant back to the days when we were little kids,” your husband continued and you couldn’t resist smirking in amusement. “Why don’t we have a full day of no technology whatsoever? It’ll just be me, you, Marshall, Cash, and the fort we’re about to build.”
“A blanket and pillow fort?”
“Yep.”
You bit your lower lip as a wide grin spread across your face. “God, I remember when we used to do that as little kids,” you said, pushing yourself into a sitting position.
Tyler moved to sit next to you, but kept a hand pinned on the other side of you, so his chest was still against yours and your faces were close. “If I recall, we were the mega-fort-makers. Everyone in the neighborhood envied our forts.”
You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. “B.S.”
“True, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they said that. We did make amazing forts.”
“I won’t deny that,” you chimed, pulled away, and sat on the edge of the bed, the cold floor meeting your warm feet. You picked up a stray t-shirt that belonged to Tyler and slipped it over your head.
He groaned and his arms wrapped around your waist as he sat behind you, pulling you against his chest. “Why do we have to do this clothed?” he murmured, kissing your clothed shoulder.
“Because I rather not accidentally flash anyone if we’re near a window or if someone rings the doorbell.” A snide was strong on your lips, but you bit it back, saving it for a later use. “You get dressed too. Last thing we need is some stray fans or paparazzi spotting you naked and taking a picture.” Oops. You couldn’t help it.
You smirked victoriously when his arms stiffened around you and he muttered some incoherent agreement, pulling away.
“You’re right,” he said stiffly and you bit your lower lip, fighting back more devilish comments that would only make him more nervous and uncomfortable.
*
“This is a beautiful fort,” you commented, slipping through the blanket entrance, smiling at your and your husband’s surprisingly hard work. You both moved the party into the living room, which was officially a fort now.
You had no clue you had all these spare blankets and pillows, but it was a fun, playful project. God – it’ll be a pain in the ass to destroy, but you’ll enjoy it while it lasted.
You smiled at the “thrones” Tyler made for Marshall and Cash, where they laid with paper crowns on top their heads. “Nice touch,” you commented, crawling over to your husband and laying beside him, draping your arm over his waist.
“Thanks,” he responded, snatching a kiss from your lips. He then turned away and pulled out something hidden under a small pillow. “I thought this would be a good time to have fun with this.” He plopped the professional camera in your hand.
“I’m not making a sex-tape.”
He flicked your nose and scoffed, “I’m not talking about that, stupid. You always complain we don’t have cute photos together and that I don’t touch this thing, so I thought you’d want to use it.”
“I’d love to use it,” you chirped, turning on the camera. You spun it around and smiled into the camera, hoping it caught Tyler over your shoulder. You snapped the picture and quickly checked it.
“That’s a cute one,” he commented, resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at the cutesy photo of you both smiling.
“Silly faces.” You scrunched your nose at the camera, and when you checked the photo, you found that Tyler turned his head towards you, scrunching his nose. You took a few more photos; a few silly, a few serious, a few just smiley, and a few romantic.
“This is an adorable photoshoot,” you commented, laying in between your husband’s legs. Your eyes drifted towards your wedding ring then to his as he held the camera in front of you, looking through the photos.
“I agree.”
Now was time… “You know what would make this photoshoot even better?”
“What?” he asked, kissing the side of your head.
“A rubber duck and a popsicle.”
He completely stiffened before he groaned obnoxiously loud and dropped his forehead on top of your head. “How did you know?” Tyler grumbled in defeat.
“The news about the Body Issue’s roster was made to the public, like, a few months ago,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. Tyler never mentioned him doing the ESPN Body Issue to you, but how did he expect you to not hear it? You loved your husband, but he had his moments of stupidity. “Also, you’d think the guys – especially Jamie – wouldn’t tell me?”
“Okay, okay. I had a feeling you’d find out about the shoot,” he said. “I’m sorry for not telling you that I agreed to do it. I thought you’d tell me not to.”
“Ty,” you groaned, dropping your head back onto his shoulder to meet his eyes. “We’re married. We don’t do shit behind each other’s backs, though technically, if I said no to your agent, no one would’ve even mentioned that you were a candidate for the shoot.”
“You were asked before me?”
“Duh. Wives are always right.”
“Well, how did you see the photos?”
You pulled away, but only to turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, curling into him on his lap. “I got an advanced copy of the magazine, stupid.”
“Of course you did.”
“You’re really stupid,” you teased, kissing his cheek.
Tyler sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Why did you keep this a secret?”
“I wonder the same thing for you.”
“I don’t know. We’re still young, Y/N, and because of that, I sometimes forget I’m married, make stupid decisions, and then think of ways to cover it up since I’m worried you’d divorce me for those stupid decisions.”
You smiled, kissing his cheek again. “Ty, we’ve been best friends since diapers and married ever since it was legal to do so. You know me the best, so you honestly think I give a shit about this small photoshoot more than the other, more stupid shit you’ve done before?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow. “I kinda knew I wasn’t marrying a brainiac.”
“Yeah…” His eyes widened and he exclaimed, “Wait. Hey!”
“Let’s just leave it as my silence over this magazine this was a lesson and payback for your silence.” He nodded in agreement and you smiled again, now kissing his lips. “I don’t think the Body Issue did you justice though,” you murmured against his lips, slipping your hands underneath his shirt and over his muscles. “But I’m not complaining – at least I have more and better images of your naked body than the poor saps who only have those few pics.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’d say the same, but there’s fortunately no pictures out of you naked.”
Your eyes peaked open and you tilted your head to the left and saw the bright light beaming through the poorly lit bedroom. You groaned, swiping your eyes and lazily reaching an arm out to grab the phone when the phone was snatched.
“Ty,” you murmured, looking up through tired eyes at the bare man hovering over you with your phone in his hand. Even through your dazed state, you could just tell how nervous and jittery he was – and that was a rare, concerning sight to see your husband in. Your eyes opened wider and you frowned up at him.
“‘ey, baby,” Tyler cooed, clearly forcing his nerves away. It looked like he was doing a pushup from the way he swooped down to steal a kiss, making you smile. “What you doin’ up so early?”
“Why you stealin’ my phone so early?” you chided, lifting your arm to drape around his neck. A small smirk made its way to your lips and you playfully inquired, “Trying to hide something from me?”
“Of course not.” Lie. He swooped down again and stole another kiss. “You know what I’ve been thinking last night before I went to sleep?”
This has to be good, you thought. “What?”
“We don’t pay much attention to each other.” You cocked an eyebrow, but allowed him to continue. This was already starting off on an interesting path. “We already don’t have a lot of time together with my hockey and your charity events, and when we do spend time together for that little amount of free time we have, we surround ourselves with technology.”
You wanted to burst laughing, but you wanted to find out more as to where this was leading. Yeah, you both had a busy schedule, but Tyler – unsurprisingly – exaggerated the part including technology. Maybe every now and then you checked your phones for texts or had to take a phone call, but it never took that much of your time.
“Why don’t we go back to the days of youth?”
“We’re still young, babe,” you finally said, draping your other arm around his neck and dragging him onto you. The moment your lips met, you immediately melted into the kiss and even Tyler was sidetracked by his – whatever he was doing. “Round three?” you murmured against his lips, sliding one hand around to his back and brushing it against the smooth surface.
He softly groaned against your lips, but that seemed to snap him out of his trance. He let out another groan – this time out of frustration – and barely lifted himself up from you. “I meant back to the days when we were little kids,” your husband continued and you couldn’t resist smirking in amusement. “Why don’t we have a full day of no technology whatsoever? It’ll just be me, you, Marshall, Cash, and the fort we’re about to build.”
“A blanket and pillow fort?”
“Yep.”
You bit your lower lip as a wide grin spread across your face. “God, I remember when we used to do that as little kids,” you said, pushing yourself into a sitting position.
Tyler moved to sit next to you, but kept a hand pinned on the other side of you, so his chest was still against yours and your faces were close. “If I recall, we were the mega-fort-makers. Everyone in the neighborhood envied our forts.”
You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. “B.S.”
“True, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they said that. We did make amazing forts.”
“I won’t deny that,” you chimed, pulled away, and sat on the edge of the bed, the cold floor meeting your warm feet. You picked up a stray t-shirt that belonged to Tyler and slipped it over your head.
He groaned and his arms wrapped around your waist as he sat behind you, pulling you against his chest. “Why do we have to do this clothed?” he murmured, kissing your clothed shoulder.
“Because I rather not accidentally flash anyone if we’re near a window or if someone rings the doorbell.” A snide was strong on your lips, but you bit it back, saving it for a later use. “You get dressed too. Last thing we need is some stray fans or paparazzi spotting you naked and taking a picture.” Oops. You couldn’t help it.
You smirked victoriously when his arms stiffened around you and he muttered some incoherent agreement, pulling away.
“You’re right,” he said stiffly and you bit your lower lip, fighting back more devilish comments that would only make him more nervous and uncomfortable.
*
“This is a beautiful fort,” you commented, slipping through the blanket entrance, smiling at your and your husband’s surprisingly hard work. You both moved the party into the living room, which was officially a fort now.
You had no clue you had all these spare blankets and pillows, but it was a fun, playful project. God – it’ll be a pain in the ass to destroy, but you’ll enjoy it while it lasted.
You smiled at the “thrones” Tyler made for Marshall and Cash, where they laid with paper crowns on top their heads. “Nice touch,” you commented, crawling over to your husband and laying beside him, draping your arm over his waist.
“Thanks,” he responded, snatching a kiss from your lips. He then turned away and pulled out something hidden under a small pillow. “I thought this would be a good time to have fun with this.” He plopped the professional camera in your hand.
“I’m not making a sex-tape.”
He flicked your nose and scoffed, “I’m not talking about that, stupid. You always complain we don’t have cute photos together and that I don’t touch this thing, so I thought you’d want to use it.”
“I’d love to use it,” you chirped, turning on the camera. You spun it around and smiled into the camera, hoping it caught Tyler over your shoulder. You snapped the picture and quickly checked it.
“That’s a cute one,” he commented, resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at the cutesy photo of you both smiling.
“Silly faces.” You scrunched your nose at the camera, and when you checked the photo, you found that Tyler turned his head towards you, scrunching his nose. You took a few more photos; a few silly, a few serious, a few just smiley, and a few romantic.
“This is an adorable photoshoot,” you commented, laying in between your husband’s legs. Your eyes drifted towards your wedding ring then to his as he held the camera in front of you, looking through the photos.
“I agree.”
Now was time… “You know what would make this photoshoot even better?”
“What?” he asked, kissing the side of your head.
“A rubber duck and a popsicle.”
He completely stiffened before he groaned obnoxiously loud and dropped his forehead on top of your head. “How did you know?” Tyler grumbled in defeat.
“The news about the Body Issue’s roster was made to the public, like, a few months ago,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. Tyler never mentioned him doing the ESPN Body Issue to you, but how did he expect you to not hear it? You loved your husband, but he had his moments of stupidity. “Also, you’d think the guys – especially Jamie – wouldn’t tell me?”
“Okay, okay. I had a feeling you’d find out about the shoot,” he said. “I’m sorry for not telling you that I agreed to do it. I thought you’d tell me not to.”
“Ty,” you groaned, dropping your head back onto his shoulder to meet his eyes. “We’re married. We don’t do shit behind each other’s backs, though technically, if I said no to your agent, no one would’ve even mentioned that you were a candidate for the shoot.”
“You were asked before me?”
“Duh. Wives are always right.”
“Well, how did you see the photos?”
You pulled away, but only to turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, curling into him on his lap. “I got an advanced copy of the magazine, stupid.”
“Of course you did.”
“You’re really stupid,” you teased, kissing his cheek.
Tyler sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Why did you keep this a secret?”
“I wonder the same thing for you.”
“I don’t know. We’re still young, Y/N, and because of that, I sometimes forget I’m married, make stupid decisions, and then think of ways to cover it up since I’m worried you’d divorce me for those stupid decisions.”
You smiled, kissing his cheek again. “Ty, we’ve been best friends since diapers and married ever since it was legal to do so. You know me the best, so you honestly think I give a shit about this small photoshoot more than the other, more stupid shit you’ve done before?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow. “I kinda knew I wasn’t marrying a brainiac.”
“Yeah…” His eyes widened and he exclaimed, “Wait. Hey!”
“Let’s just leave it as my silence over this magazine this was a lesson and payback for your silence.” He nodded in agreement and you smiled again, now kissing his lips. “I don’t think the Body Issue did you justice though,” you murmured against his lips, slipping your hands underneath his shirt and over his muscles. “But I’m not complaining – at least I have more and better images of your naked body than the poor saps who only have those few pics.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’d say the same, but there’s fortunately no pictures out of you naked.”
