Tyler Seguin One-Shots

“Can you please wear a nurse’s outfit?”
“No.”
“Please, Y/N. I’m sick.”
“Sick in the head all right.”
Tyler pouted and dropped a hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, Y/N,” he whimpered. “I’m sick in bed with my girlfriend insulting me.”
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head and maybe your lips turned upwards a bit. “And she is also taking care of you. She can leave and just call Jamie up to take care of you instead.”
“But you’re hotter in a nurse costume,” he groaned and you raised a questioning eyebrow, but he didn’t notice it. He held his arms out to you and whimpered, “Gimme a kiss at least. Save a life.”
You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend and walked up to him, shoving his arms down and away. You sat at the edge of the bed and pressed the back of your hand against his slightly warmer than usual forehead. (That wasn’t alarming since Tyler had the flu. You were already vaccinated, so you didn’t worry much about somehow contracting it while taking care of him.”
“What?” he inquired. He resembled a curious child the way he lifted his eyes and kept tilting his back to try seeing what you were doing. “What are you doing?”
“You’re talking dumber than usual,” you responded, dropping your hand. You smirked when he shot you a disbelieving look. “What? It’s true.”
“The one time I’m sick and weak and humble –” You snorted, but he ignored it. “– and in your full care, I should be able to get whatever I want.”
“Spoiled.”
He pouted. “What’s wrong with wearing a… a…” You shielded your face when Tyler sneezed onto his lap and groaned.
You lowered your arms and frowned at the sickly, exhausted look on his face. “You should be sleeping,” you said softly, coaxing his hair. You caught one of his curls between your fingers and toyed with it. “Not trying to convince me to wear a nurse’s outfit. I mean, where’s the fun in that?”
Tyler looked at you in disbelief again. “You seriously did not just ask that?”
You smirked and crawled over him, careful not to apply pressure to any part of him while he was weak and achy. You laid on your normal side of the bed with a smile while he tilted his head to the side, confused. “As if you’d do anything to me while you’re sick as hell and I’m in a nurse costume,” you stated, gently trailing a finger down his tattoo sleeve. He shivered, but both of you knew it wasn’t from him being sick. “Maybe when you’re better I’ll consider it.”
Tyler groaned and rolled his head back, so he was staring up at the ceiling. “You’re such a fucking tease, Y/N.”
You laughed and quickly placed a kiss on his cheek before jumping off the bed.
“‘ey, Tease!” your boyfriend hollered. “Where you goin’?”
“To bring you the soup I made before I was rudely interrupted with inappropriate questioning.” You paused at the doorway and looked back at Tyler, smirking. “I think what you asked me can be sexual harassment.”
“I mean, I am staring at her-ass-man,” Tyler chimed cheekily, grinning, and you laughed and shook your head.
“Don’t quit your day job.”
“I won’t. How else would you be able to drool over the other players when I’m next to you, watching the games?”
“I’m only dating you since you’re a hockey player, ya know?”
“And I’m only dating you for your body, ya know?”
You both grinned at each other and you left, returning with a bowl of soup on a tray stand. Tyler immediately sat up and folded his hands over his lap, acting like a good boy.
After you placed the tray down over his lap, you again reached for his hair. Since he had been bedridden for the second day now, he hadn’t touched his hair once and it was all just curls. “I love you, Ty,” you murmured while he leaned over, giving you better access to his hair, though it was really to eat the soup.
“I love you too, Tease – I mean, Y/N.”
“Jamie’s gonna be watching over you next time,” you warned and he scoffed, “Yeah, right. Just keep tellin’ yourself that, my personal nurse.” And you smiled.

Notes

Request: can u do a Tyler Seguin one where he’s sick so y/n gets to baby him for the day?? please