@crxsschecked: I just came back from my friends party and thought: could you do one where reader comes back from a party (not drunk cause she’s a heavy weight) and her and tyler seguin are just cuddling in bed where they just are all fluffy and cute? Thank you! Ily♡
A/N: Sorry I wrote this super quick, but I wanted to get a cute imagine up fro you guys today!
Warning/s: Ahh mentions of drunknes, tiny bit of suggestive stuff, overall fluff
“Do you need anything from the kitchen?” I
scream, opening the door of the freezer and leaving the now unfrozen pack on
ice and grabbing a bag of frozen corn. We definitely need to get more ice
packs; the amount of frozen food we waste on Tyler’s bruises is just
“A bottle of water, please.” I hear my
boyfriend’s voice from the living room.
I open the fridge and get two bottles of
water, using my hips to shut the door and I go back to my really bruised
boyfriend. Tyler is laying on the couch, holding a bag of frozen peas against
his cheek and petting Cash with his other hand.
“Shirt up, bad boy.” I command, wanting to
look at his also bruised ribs. “He got you good.”
Tyler is not a physical player, so when he
got into a fight it was pretty clear that it wasn’t going to end well for him.
The game against the Washington Capitals had been heated since the first
minute, both teams playing rough, lots of chirping involved… but when certified
goon, Tom Wilson, dropped the gloves I didn’t expect Tyler to do the same. So
here we are now, with my boyfriend lying on the couch with a nice cut on his
cheek and a huge bruise on his ribs.
“How mad are you?” He asks, helping me to
pull his shirt over his head to get a look at the purple area. The bruise is almost pretty, different shades
of purple and green coloring the area.
“I’m not mad.” I answer him, holding the
bad of frozen food against his side. “I’m more worried than anything else.”
“I’m fine, doll.” He says, pressing a kiss
on my cheek. “But I could get used to this.”
“Get used to what? Be used as a punching
bag?” I wonder, reaching out to get the bag from his hand and get a look at his
cheek. The doctor had applied butterfly stitches to the cut on his cheek, but
that hasn’t prevented it from getting swollen and bruised.
“Uh huh.” Tyler shakes his head, rubbing
circles on the skin of my thigh. “I could get used to have you as my sexy
“Oh, so now I’m a nurse?” I ask, raising my
“MY nurse. MY own personal nurse.” He
emphasizes the word ‘my’. “I’m very sick, you know.”