Tyler Seguin One-Shots

“He’s here.”
You softly groaned, though, in the back of your head, you were more than pleased. Increasing the speed on the treadmill as if it was going to help, you said to your friend, “Thanks.”
You slipped your earbud back into your ear and turned up the volume. From the security mirror that was diagonal to you, you caught a glimpse of the grinning idiot, laughing and chatting with fellow gym members. With a Dallas Stars snapback slipped on backwards and a towel casually sling over his shoulder, he wore black shorts and a gray wifebeater that left no imaginary to the mind of his muscular, tattooed arms or his just-as-muscular torso.
He didn’t take notice to you yet, but, in reality, he was more than aware that you were there. On the treadmill. At six AM.
You forced your eyes away from the mirror, concentrating on the calories burnt and how much time you had been on the treadmill. Fourteen minutes and fifty-two seconds.
A slap to the arm came from your right. You looked over and pulled out an earbud to hear your friend say, “I’m gonna go work on arms. See ya in a bit.”
You nodded, slipped the earbud back in, and looked back at the treadmill screen. While your friend’s goal for running the treadmill was fifty minutes, yours was twenty. But you quickly came to regret not joining your friend to work on arms.
There was a tap on your shoulder, and you were back looking over to your right with your earbud pulled out. Your eyes widened at the sight of the grinning idiot.
“Hey,” Tyler greeted.
“Hey,” you grumbled in response, but you were silently jumping in joy at the interaction.
“You look nice this fine morning.”
You raised an eyebrow as a laugh helplessly escaped your lips. Since you just started your morning exercise, you knew you didn’t look quite terrible yet, but it didn’t mean you were an attractive sight. “Thanks.”
“So…”
And it began.
“After the norm routine, wanna go out for something to consume? I heard there’s this new smoothie place just around the block with the best fuckin’ smoothies ever.”
You apologetically smiled and the hurt puppy dog look appeared on his face. It was the same, old thing every day: he asked you out and you rejected him. If you both didn’t have that extremely terrible falling out in your relationship over a year ago and started seeing new people soon after, you would had jumped at the chance to rekindle the love and spark you once had, but you both grew up and moved on – or at least were supposed to.
Just two months ago, Tyler announced he wanted to get back together, especially after the third shitty relationship he got over. “There’s no one in the world that can replace you, Y/N,” he declared when he announced his decision of courting you until you had “fallen back in love” with him. It wasn’t something hard to accomplish, seeing as you definitely still had strong feelings for him, especially after your own line of shitty relationships after the break up. But there was a part of you that was still scared.
Back to you rejecting him, though, you decided to do it gently today. “Ty, you know that’s not a good idea.”
Tyler rolled his eyes and snorted, looking away from you and at his screen. “Yeah? So, it’s better that we keep seeing other people and keep having these shitty-ass relationships and keep avoiding each other?” he ranted, never once making eye contact with you.
You blinked in surprise. This was the first time Tyler actually spoke up about his feelings towards the current situation between the two of you. All he ever said before were flirts or proclamations of “You’re going to be mine soon.”
“I seriously don’t get it, Y/N.” He finally looked back, a mixture of anger and determination in his eyes. “I love you. You love me. Why can’t we get back together?”
“O-Our breakup…” stammered out of your mouth without you realizing it. You were too busy processing his words.
“… was shitty as fuck,” Tyler finished. “I think we learned our lessons from that whole shebang. I am so down with communicating and working problems out, because that’s what destroyed our first relationship.”
“First?” you echoed, finding your walls crumbling.
He shut off his treadmill, allowing it to move him to the edge until he had to hop off. You found yourself slowing your machine down as your jog slowed. He held out a hand and said, “Fuck after the exercise. Let’s go get smoothies now.”
Mindlessly, you turned off the machine and hopped off. You stared at the extended hand in front of you until you processed everything and smiled. “You’re paying, though,” you chided, slipping your hand into his and interlocking your fingers.
He kissed your temple. “Sounds good.”
You looked over your shoulder at your friend to mouth an apology when you caught her grin and thumbs up. Your smile became more content as you nodded, faced forwards, and rested your head on Tyler’s shoulder.

Notes

Request: Seguin one shot about him getting you back after you break up