#and i struggled to not stop every few seconds to look at the parade cus its actually really nice and beautiful

[puckinginsane]

@nealersegs918 asked for a fluffy/cuddly Tyler Seguin imagine about him coming home from a tough road trip and he wants to snuggle, so I wrote one.

Twelve days. It’s been twelve days since Tyler’s been home. Twelve days, six games. They’ve had six games in a row on the road. Twelve days, six games, and four losses. To say this road trip was a disaster would be an understatement. Not only did they lose 4 games out of 6, they got slaughtered. They didn’t play well at all. It was terrible.

When I got a text from Tyler that he needed me to be at his house for when he got home I knew I had to cancel the plans I had so I could be here for him. It’s not uncommon, I always drop everything for him because when I need him he is always there for me. He’s become one of my best friends and I’ve become his. I’m not sure I know what I could possibly do to make him feel better after what happened over the past twelve days, but I know I can be supportive and an ear to listen to so that’s what I’m going to do.

I’m used to Tyler getting home at 2 or 3 in the morning, but they had an extra day so they flew back on an off day and not after the game this time. It’s always a struggle to stay up and wait for him so I’m very happy he will be getting home earlier tonight. I’ve been back and forth from my house to here, taking care of his dogs while he’s been away. I am looking forward to him being home. I miss him when he’s away.

Three dogs heads pop up at the sound of jingling keys outside of the front door. I look up from my phone. Marshall, Cash, and Gerry jump off of the couch and make their way to the door to wait for Tyler to open it and greet them. The door opens and he slips in and places his suitcase and carry on bag on the floor. “Heeeey, boys.” He squats down and pets them all as he lets them shower his face with kisses. He looks up and over at me. “Hey. I’ll go over there and give you a hug if they let me.”

“Take your time. They’ve been waiting to see you and make you feel better this whole time.”

“What about you? Haven’t you been waiting to see me?”

“Yeah, but I have more patience than they do.”

After the boys have had enough and start to meander back to their spots on the couch Tyler stands up and walks over to where I’m sitting. He leans down and hugs me tightly and I hug him back. He stands up straight, pulling me off the couch, and rests his head on my shoulder as we continue to hug. He lets out a long sigh. It’s been such a rough two weeks. I feel so bad for him.

He finally lets go of me and walks back to where he left his luggage and grabs it. “I’m going to put this stuff upstairs, get changed, and I’ll be right down.”

“Ok, Ty.”

Tyler goes upstairs and I sit on the couch and wait for him. I put Netflix on so we can watch a movie. I’ve been watching Food Network and he always teases me about it. It’s always “For the amount of Food Network you watch you think you’d at least be a little good at cooking.” I’d smack him if it wasn’t true. I am a terrible cook.

Once he finishes getting changed he comes back into the living room to join me on the couch. He looks so comfortable in his grey sweatpants and t-shirt, both from Adidas. He looks like a walking catalog photo.

“Don’t you look comfy,” I say as he walks over to me. “Could you have any more Adidas stuff on?”

“I’ll ask them to send you some stuff if you want.” He sits on the couch next to me. “Sneakers too if you’re really good.” He nudges me a few times with his elbow.

“I’m always good.”

“Yeah, ok. Who are you trying to fool?” He smirks.

I roll my eyes and decide to ignore his attempt to rile me up. “I didn’t pick a movie. I figured I should leave that up to you.”

“I’m honestly not in the mood to watch anything.” He takes the remote out of my hand, turns the TV off, and puts it down on the coffee table in front of us.

“I know you hate talking hockey at home but you know you can always vent to me.”

“It’s the last thing I want to talk about.”

“I figured.”

He grabs a pillow from behind his back, places it down in my lap, and rests his head on it while he lies down on his back and looks up at me. “It’s like I forgot how to play or something.”

“You. Just you.”

“Yes. Me.”

“You had three goals and four assists.”

“Those numbers don’t matter if we don’t win.” He is always so hard on himself, especially when things are going wrong.

“But it’s not just you.”

“I’m a veteran, a leader, and that fucking Ovi goal was sure as hell my fault.”

“Do you even hear yourself? He’s the best goal scorer in the league.”

“So what? It was still my fault. He never should have gotten into position. I was flat footed and zoned out or something.”

“It happens.” He rolls his eyes at me and looks away. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t.” He folds his arms across his chest. I begin to run my fingers through his soft hair, something I’ve gotten into the habit of doing ever since he started growing his hair longer. He looks back up at me and half smiles. I love doing it and I think he likes it too. “I’m just glad I’m home. It feels like I’ve been gone for a month.”

“I’ve been holding down the fort while you were gone. It’s so quiet without you here, though.” I smile at my subtle teasing.

“You miss my big mouth when I’m gone. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I just like that you admit you have a big mouth.”

“What about you the other day? ‘Oh, Tyler, I miss you. I wish you were home. We need to hang out again.’” He says in the worst female voice I’ve ever heard, mocking me.

“I don’t sound like that!” He giggles uncontrollably. “I’m going to smother you with that pillow.”

“You wouldn’t,” he pouts.

“Only because the boys would miss you too much.”

“And you.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m already having a horrible week, don’t make it worse by smothering me.”

I pretend to think about it. “Ok, I’ll let you live this time.”

“Thank you.” He takes his phone out of his pocket, looks at it for a few seconds, and puts it back into his pocket. “What were you up to while I was gone?”

“We talked almost every day. You already know.”

“Tell me anyway. I’m tired of talking. I just want to close my eyes and listen to the sound of your voice.” He settles deeper into the pillow and closes his eyes.

I continue to stroke his hair as I tell him about the past two weeks I’ve had without him. The past two weeks he already knows about. He keeps his eyes closed but I know he’s awake and listening because every once in a while he would nod along to what I’m saying.

I tell him about my week of hell at work, a stressful time when I really wished he was home to take my mind off of it. He did the next best thing, though, he FaceTimed me and made me laugh. He always knows just what to do to cheer me up. I tell him about the night I stayed over with the boys and I woke up to Gerry’s head on the pillow next to me. It startled me and made me jump. Gerry apologized by licking my face for 5 minutes straight. I tell him about my nephew’s birthday party and how he wouldn’t stop asking about him. Tyler smiles at my retelling of that story from this past weekend. He’s so great with kids and my nephew absolutely loves him.

“I’ll make it up to him. I promise,” he says, still with his eyes closed.

“You don’t have to. He understands that you’re busy and can’t always be around.”

He opens his eyes and sits up, looking at me. “But I want to.” He looks at his watch. “I should get going to bed. Can you stay over?”

“Yeah, of course.”

We walk upstairs with a parade of dogs following behind us. I start to turn into the spare room I usually stay in.

“Can you stay in my bed tonight? I need cuddles.”

It’s not too unusual for Tyler to ask me to join him in bed for cuddles, but it’s usually when he’s drunk and feeling extra needy.

“Yeah, I’ll be right in. I’m going to change real quick.”

I am here so often to take care of the dogs that I have some clothes that I keep here, including pajamas, so I close the door behind me and change. As I change into my pajama pants and oversized Stars shirt that Tyler gave me to sleep in I hear puppy whimpers outside the door. Gerry wants in. I finish getting dressed, open the door, and he walks in and jumps onto the bed.

“I’m not sleeping in here tonight, Gerry, let’s go.” I begin walking and he stays put. I turn around and he cocks his head to the side, confused. “Come on, boy, sleepover in daddy’s room tonight.” I start to walk away again and this time he joins me.

Tyler is already settled in bed when I get into his room. He smiles when he sees me. I get in bed with him before the dogs take my spot. He’s sitting up with his back against the headboard scrolling around on his phone. He mutters something to himself and shakes his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye as he notices I’m watching him. “I don’t know why I.bother looking.”

I assume he’s talking about Twitter. He has a bad habit of looking himself up on social media, even more so when they’ve done poorly. “Am I going to have to take the phone away from you? I tell you all of the time that stuff is toxic for your mind.”

He places the phone down on the bedside table and rests his head on my shoulder. “No, I’m done.”

I wrap my arm around him and rub my hand up and down his back for comfort. I don’t actually believe he’s done when he says he’s done. He’s addicted. “Why don’t we lay down? Forget about what they’re all saying. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” He nods in agreement.

I scooch down and lie on my back. Tyler rests his head on my chest and throws his leg over mine to snuggle extra close. I hold him close to me and I can feel him relax under my touch.

“Thank you for always putting up with me,” he sleepily mumbles.

“You know I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here making sure you’re ok.”

“I don’t know how you do it sometimes. I can be quite the pain in the ass.”

“That’s for sure.”

“Hey! You’re not supposed to agree with me,” he whines.

“I only speak the truth.” My habit returns as my hand makes its way up his back and I begin to twirl the curly ends of his hair around my finger.

“I guess.”

“You know you’re one of my favorite people.”

He smiles. “I can always count on you to make me feel better.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

“Yeah, but it’s more than that.”

“It is?”

“You’re always there for me. And you always know what to say or do to make me feel better. I swear you know me better than I know myself. I know it’s so fucking cliche to say that, but it’s true. You have the biggest heart and you waste it all on me.”

“I wouldn’t say I waste it.”

“I know you were supposed to go out on a date tonight. You’ve been talking about it for two weeks. But here you are, listening to me babble about how much I need you.”

I look at him. “What?”

“This is what I want all of the time.”

“Did you get hit in the head with a puck or something? Elbow perhaps?”

“I’m being serious.”

“What exactly are you saying?” I ask. This line of talk is not like Tyler at all. Sure, he gets sappy sometimes, but it’s nothing like this.

“I’m saying I always want you to be here when I come home from a shitty roadtrip, or a great one. I just always want you to be here with me. We should be together as more than friends. I’d be stupid to let you date anyone else.”

“Let me, huh?”

“I mean, I have you here with me right now. I’d be a fool not to ask you to be exclusive.”

I laugh. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.”

“The one time in my life I am serious about something, and you want to make jokes.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never heard you talk like this before. It’s hard to believe you’re serious.”

“Forget it. Forget I said anything,” he snaps.

“I’m not going to forget it, Tyler, but if you’re joking around I’m going to be so pissed.”

“It’s done. Over with. No more.”

“But I want to be exclusive too.”

A smile slowly creeps across his face. “You do?”

“I do.”

He smiles a toothy smile from ear to ear. My favorite smile. “Great. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Tyler has never been the one to want to be in any kind of committed relationship, let alone an exclusive one. This is all coming out of left field but I’m not going to question it. I’m not going to deny that this is something I have thought about. It’s just something I thought would never happen.

“We’ve had a connection from the moment we met. It was bound to happen.”

“I suppose you’re right. Even though I hate to admit when you’re right.”

“Which is all of the time.” He smirks.

I glare at him. “Don’t push it.”

“You know, there’s only one thing left to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss you.”

I smile. He props himself up on his side and runs his hand through my hair before cupping the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss. He kisses my lips softly. This is something I admit I’ve wondered what it would be like, but never acted on. Something I never thought would happen. Something I never thought I would let happen. I never wanted to be one of those girls he’d use when he needed a lay then throw away.

We’ve been friends ever since we met three years ago, nothing more. Even during all of those drunken nights he’s never made a move. Our friendship meant too much to him. I’ve been there for him since day one and he’s been there for me. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe that I am so lucky to say that I get to date my best friend.

He kisses me a few times, not wanting to stop. We both pull apart with smiles on our faces. He hugs me before settling back in where he was, head on my chest and his leg wrapped around me. I could lie like this forever.

“This is exactly what I needed. I always feel better when you hold me.”

“It’s exactly what I needed too.” I kiss his forehead. “Get some sleep.” I turn off the lamp on my bedside table and the room goes dark. “Good night, Tyler.”

I can hear Tyler let out a long sigh but it’s different from his sigh earlier. This is one of comfort and relief. “Good night.” He pauses for a few moments. “I love you.”

He can’t see but I have the biggest smile on my face. He doesn’t use that word lightly. I’ve only ever heard him say it to his family. He’s been saving it for someone special. Someone that deserves to hear it from him. Someone that when he says it to them, he means it with everything that he is. Me. He’s been saving it for me. “I love you too, Ty.”

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