#brady skjei fanfic

[cellythefloshie]

;; I Did Something Bad Dedicated to @hockeyboysimagines

Summary: After you send a sexy snap to the wrong Brady, you and your stepbrother cross a line that you had never considered crossing before. Kinks & Tropes: Age Gap (18 vs. 22). Stepcest. Phone Sex/Sexting. Praise. Mutual Masturbation. Protective Big Brother. Reader Nickname: "Sissy". PLEASE NOTE, this work of fiction depicts a budding sexual relationship between step-siblings who grew up together from ages 10 and 14 - step-siblings who always considered one another siblings. -- Set during Brady's time as a New York Ranger. Word Count: 4k+ A/N: Happy Birthday to the lovely @hockeyboysimagines ! You have been the best worst influence for me as a writer, always encouraging me to write what I want to write instead of what I should be working on. And you very well know October was meant to be spent with the filthiest of Brady Skjei content. This is very much the tip of the iceberg for Brady and his stepsister, and I couldn't be more thrilled to get the two of them going because of your birthday. This fic is in no way groundbreaking, but it's filthy and fun and maybe even a little toxic. But if I know someone who is going to appreciate it for their birthday, it's you! AND a quick little shout out to @hagelpoint-3821 who was around when my filthy mind birthed this idea probably 2 years ago now! It's finally happening!

“Do you always think of me when you touch yourself?”

Your blood ran cold. You recognized the voice in an instant, and it wasn't the one you expected to hear when you answered the phone. And it was nowhere near anything you thought would leave your stepbrother's mouth. 

His words sent a rush of heat surging through you. It sent your skin red hot with embarrassment as you lay in bed, one hand still in your panties and the other holding the phone to your ear so tightly your hand ached. You wished the embarrassment could have been for him. That he had somehow dialed the wrong number. That he meant to dial whichever slut he had in whichever city he was in for the night. But that was just a dream of a possibility, because he knew exactly what he was doing when he phoned you. 

Silently, you drew your phone back from your face, a quivering breath trembling through your body as you opened Snapchat on your phone and looked at your last sent messages. At the top of the list was Brady, the red and white arrow beside his name showing you the last message sent to him was minutes ago. And just below him, the intended recipient of your message, Braedy. He was an idiot you’d met in the back row of your first year psychology class. You’d exchanged numbers on the first day, which led to helping him with assignments while he helped you with orgasms. But while he was in his dorm room across campus, rock hard and waiting for your next risque picture, you lay still in bed with your stepbrother on the other end of the phone. 

Swallowing hard, in an attempt to moisten your dry mouth, you accepted that the silence had been too long to pretend that you hadn’t accidentally sent him a picture of your hand in your panties. 

“I-” you started, but you formed no words. Anything you could have thought to say became strangled in your throat.  "Sissy, was that picture not meant for me?" Brady asked, saving you from the need to provide him with some sort of explanation, but it didn't make you feel any better. Your heart continued to pound against your chest as it flooded with panic and embarrassment.

“No, I, ah-” you breathed, your attempt at words more of a stutter than the beginnings of an explanation. 

“And I thought you were being a good girl-” your core clenched “-focusing on your studies on campus. I don’t have to come down there and check in on you, do I?”

You shook your head slowly as if he could see it, your hair becoming a mess on your pillow. Your breathing was shallow and uneven, your body hot and sweaty even as you lay there in nothing but a cropped t-shirt and your panties. Panties that your hand had yet you leave and your crotch was still damp with arousal from the brief exchange of photos before Brady’s interruption. An interruption that should have dried you up like a desert. Yet, you were just as wet as when you answered the call, if not wetter. 

“Are you still there, sissy?” It was only with his words that you realized he couldn’t see your response. 

“No, I-” your throat caught your words as you fumbled with what exactly to say. Brady’s words were so calm, sounding cautious and thought out, while your mind was so frantic you couldn’t even think of the right words to say. 

“I’m still here,” you confirmed with a breath, “and no, you don’t need to check on me.” 

“I’ll be in the area next week,” he hummed slowly, and your eyes darted to the calendar that was on your bedside table. The Rangers would play in Minnesota soon, and while you were sure the team wouldn’t give him time to come visit you on campus, Brady never seemed to fail at scaring any prospecting partners away. It was the big-brother thing to do, or at least that’s always what you guys told yourselves. But as he spoke with his words so thought out as if he was trying to tiptoe through the situation with caution, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was and had always been a little more than that. 

“No, no,” you protested, “I’ll be good.”

“Will you?” Brady challenged. “Be a good girl and block that boy for me.”

“Brady-”

“Do it and show me.” The firmness of his voice sent a wave of heat through you. There would be no fighting him on this, so you obliged.

Slowly, your hand left your panties, the elastic waistband snapping against your hip before you brought your now freed hand up to your phone. You cradled the phone in both hands as you turned on the screen recording and captured blocking your classmate, Braedy, on Snapchat and his phone number. Then you sent the video to your stepbrother, Brady. 

“Good girl,” he praised you, “keep it that way, alright, Sissy. No distractions. Promise.”

“I promise,” you breathed out, though you were fully entertaining the idea of unblocking Braedy as soon as this awkward phone call was over. What Brady didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, or you. 

“Good girl,” he said again, your body reacting the same to his soft praise, and it nearly left you reeling against your pillow. You shouldn’t be feeling that way, especially with Brady on the phone. Yet, you forced out a quivering breath and chalked it up to coincidence and the poor timing of his call. “Are you in bed?” he asked you slowly. 

“Yes,” you confirmed. 

“Wearing those pretty little panties?”

You lay there in the same silence that had consumed you when you had heard his voice when you had answered the call. Had you just heard him right, or was your mind playing tricks on you? Or maybe, just maybe, you had fallen asleep watching shitty pornography, and this was all just a dream. 

You pinched yourself. 

No, not a dream. 

You had accidentally sent your stepbrother a suggestive photo, and now he was what, trying to have phone sex with you? It didn’t make sense, but did all at once.

The two of you had always been close, even if your parents hadn’t married until you were 10 and he was 14. He had snapped into your life so perfectly. Brady was the big brother you had always wanted. From helping you with your homework, to attending both his high school football games and his hockey games, too. The two of you did it all together. Even when he was off to college, you were there supporting him, counting down the days until you too would attend the same university in his footsteps. And then there were the jokes, made by your own parents, that if the two of you weren’t siblings, the two of you would get married. It was always a joke, one that both you and Brady had laughed at - but it was all coming to crest now. Had the joke always been funny because it was true?

The two of you just never admitted it - or fully entertained the idea - until you had forced it all by accident. 

Biting down on your lip, you chewed it slowly as you took in a slow breath. You had a decision to make, and the weight of it rested heavily on your chest. You could answer him, paint a sexy little picture for him with your words, or you could hang up. 

“Brady,” his name was weak on your lips, your tongue darting out to run over your lips slowly. 

“Sorry,” he spoke quickly, “I can hang up. We can pretend this didn’t happen-”

“No, don’t,” you spoke out too quickly as you shot up in bed, “don’t hang up.” 

He replied with nothing but a soft sigh, one that sounded like a smile and relief. 

Slowly, you pressed up onto your knees, your thighs pressing firmly together to ease the tension that continued to build throughout your body. One hand left your phone and tucked your hair behind your ears and out of your face before falling to rest on the top of your thighs. “Where are you right now?” 

“My hotel room in Detroit,” he answered slowly. 

You swallowed hard. “Alone?”

Brady hummed his confirmation into the phone, sparking a sense of excitement into you. “Maybe,” your lips curled up into a soft smile as you spoke, “I could send you another picture. Would that be wrong?”

Yes. Yes, it would. But he didn’t stop you. Instead, Brady encouraged you. “Wrong? No. It’s just a picture, right?” You weren't sure if he was trying to convince you, or if he was trying to convince himself that what you were about to do was okay. 

His words made you giddy when they should have. And with a stupid smile, your phone left your ear as you positioned yourself on the bed. You knelt there with your legs slightly spread so he could have a clear view of your panties. Snapping the picture, you wrinkled your nose at the outcome. You didn’t like it. You posed again after fixing your shirt just right to show off just the right amount of under-boob in the next picture. It was great, but there was one issue: you could see your face. Thumb hesitating over the send button, you contemplated about taking another, one where you couldn't see your face. A picture like the ones you had sent your classmate earlier. Yet, you hit send. Because this was Brady, and if he shared it with anyone else, he would get into as much trouble as you would. 

“There, I sent it to you,” you told him as you brought the phone back up to your ear.

You could hear Brady's satisfied hum through the phone as you relaxed back on the bed. “You look so pretty on your knees,” he told you and you threw yourself back on the pillow with a too wide grin. “Such an amazing body you have, Sissy.”

Your cheeks flushed with color. This wasn’t the first time he’s seen so much of your skin. Your family had taken a vacation somewhere hot every year for as long as you could remember, but this was the first time Brady could really comment on it. 

“Can I show you something?” Brady asked, and your heart quickened. 

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, and you waited patiently, your face half buried in your pillow as you waited for his picture to be sent. 

Yet, when that red square popped up on your screen, you hesitated to open it. It was one thing to send a picture, but to receive one. Opening it would mean you both crossed a line and there would be no coming back from it. Then, as you did most decisions, you took the risky option with no consideration for the repercussions you would face in the future. You held your thumb down on the screen, the sight it unlocked leaving your breath to hitch in the back of your throat. 

Your eyes went to the shadow of his abs first and traveled down the dark trail of hair on his stomach as it began just below his navel and disappeared behind the gray fabric of his sweatpants. Licking your lips, you indulge yourself in the sight of his cock tenting up against his sweatpants. You had no words, your mouth falling agape in a heavy exhale as you tried to keep your body calm. But it was too late. Your skin was hot with arousal and on the verge of sweating, and as you pressed your ass down into the mattress, you could feel just how slick you were between your thighs. 

Raising your phone back up to your ear, you greeted Brady with a quivering breath and he spoke with confidence into your ear. There was no need to tiptoe around things now. “You see what your little accident did to me?”

“Oh? Did I do that?” you answered his question with a question, your words knowing and sickeningly sweet as you let your hand run down your own stomach and stopped at the waistband of your panties. Your fingers traced over its edge slowly, craving to dip deeper, but you would wait. 

“Do you think you can help me take care of it?” Brady asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You bit your lip, hiding your own smile from yourself, and he must have taken it as a moment of hesitation because Brady’s words found your ear again. “You have such a great body, Sissy. It’s so hard to ignore, and that picture,” he let out a long exasperated breath, “send me another one?”

“What do you want to see?” You asked him. Your words were a breath that you thought he might not even have heard. 

“Whatever you’re comfortable showing me,” Brady answered. 

His words had been soft, melting you further and further into the mess of a puddle that you were. “Let me just,” you hummed out, “give me one second.”

Peeling the phone away from your ear, you opened Snapchat again. You tried to take a picture laying down, but each one left you feeling undesirable. Then you rolled over onto your side where you knew your cleavage would be the star of the show if you had been wearing anything else, but the high neckline of your cropped sleep shirt kept your breasts at bay. You let out a frustrated huff as you moved to the edge of the bed and spread your legs. At this angle, he could see just how wet the crotch of your panties was. 

With your phone in one hand, you posed with the other. You placed it on your inner thigh first, but you didn’t like that. Then, you rested it over your panties but decided it was too close to the first image he had received. You almost gave up, but then, with the quick swipe of your thumb over the screen, you were recording yourself as your fingers dipped inside the fabric of your panties and found your clit. You pressed into it with the pads of your fingers and stroked it in two slow, agonizing circles before you sent it, without reviewing it, to Brady. 

Your hand didn’t leave your panties as you sprawled out lazily over the bed. Stroking yourself slowly, you listened to Brady breathe into the phone, undoubtedly watching the clip you had just sent to him. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, and you pressed into your clit harder, “so beautiful, sissy. You’re so wet,” Brady let out a low groan, “you make my cock so hard.”

“Are you touching yourself, Brady?” You asked him, your words breathy, “Touching yourself, because of me?”

“I am,” he confirmed with a heavy breath into the phone, “you want to see it, Sissy?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, your feet leaving the floor to dig into the mattress. You dipped your fingers down lower, parting your wet lips and teasing the entrance of your core as you waited for the notification to buzz against your ear. It almost startled you when it did, even if you were expecting it. 

Lulling your head to the side, you let the clip play. Brady was laying in the hotel bed now, his sweatpants pulled down just below his balls. His hockey hardened hand wrapped around his thick cock as she stroked it slowly. Up and down, then up again, making sure you could see the very length of him. 

Your eyes shut as the clip disappeared, trying to keep the sight of it in your mind as you plunged two fingers into your dripping core. 

“Brady,” you gasped out, your phone laying back on the bed almost completely abandoned until you had reached out quickly to put the call on speaker. You couldn’t hold it any longer. You needed both hands now. With your two fingers in your cunt, your other hand dipped beneath the cotton and found your clit again, rubbing it in those same slow circles. 

“You like that, Sissy?” Brady’s voice erupted from the phone beside you, and you were suddenly thankful that your roommate had been spending the night at her boyfriend’s place. No one would overhear him saying things stepbrother shouldn’t say, and no one would hear you moan. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, and it sounded like a whine.

“What are you doing now?” Brady asked you slowly, his words quick as he breathed through the pleasure of his own hand. “Your hand still in your panties, Sissy?”

“Yes,” you gasped out, “they feel so good.”

“What feels good?” Brady asked you slowly, “tell me.” 

“My fingers,” you squeezed your eyes tighter, fighting to speak your words when all you wanted to do was moan. “My fingers in my cunt.”

“That’s so sexy,” he told you and a wave of heat hit you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge that you already felt on the verge of falling over. “How many?”

“Two,” you panted out. 

“Two? That’s not nearly enough.” A lump formed in the back of your throat as he spoke. “No, no, I think I’m at least three of your fingers.” Your walls clenched at the very idea of sliding a third finger into your core, and your hips wiggled, taking your own fingers until they were knuckle deep at the very prospect of pretending that you were being fucked by his thick cock. “Can you do that for me, Sissy? Put a third finger in for me?”

Withdrawing your fingers, you brought three fingers together and pressed the very tip of them to your entrance. You gasped at just how much more they would fill you. “Brady, that’s too much,” you gasped. 

“Would I be too much for you, Sissy?” His question made you shiver. “Is my cock too big for that pretty little pussy of yours?”

“I-I,” you stammered, your heart racing deep in your chest as you hesitated to even try. 

“Take a breath, get nice and relaxed for me,” his words were soft as he guided you, “circle your cunt with three fingers for me. What do you feel?”

“I’m dripping,” you told him with a quivering voice. “I can feel it all down the back of my hand.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, “so slick and horny for my cock. Slowly press just the tips of your fingers. Nice and slow.” His words were gentle and encouraging as you followed his guidance, your core feeling so tight around the tips of your fingers, but the longer you held them there, still inside your cunt, the better it felt. 

“And when you’re ready, press in just a little bit more.” Delving your fingers in deeper, you let out an audible gasp, one that left Brady moaning on the other end of the phone. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you assured, your toes curling over the edge of your bed as you pumped your fingers in and out of your dripping core. “It feels so good, Brady.”

“I can hear how wet you are, Sissy,” Brady groaned. “You like this? You like thinking of me when you touch yourself. Talking to me when your fingers are buried in your cunt.”

“Yes,” you groaned through your grit teeth, “yes! I’m so close, Brady.”

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you come. I want to hear what you sound like when you moan,” he encouraged you, and you could hear his hand pumping at his cock. 

Your body reeled in your bed, your hips jutted into your own hand as you gasped and moaned out. Core clenching around your fingers, squeezing them as if they were desperate for the come of his cock. You rolled over, so you were laying face down in the bed. Your hips angled, taking your fingers down to the knuckle and humping them until you fell into the dreamy haze of your release. It left you dazed, so ready for sleep, as you lay there staring at your phone, panting. 

The air was silent for a long time, nothing heard but your own breathing as you calmed. It was a silence that lulled you close and closer to sleep, and Brady must have known it. “Are you going to sleep now, Sissy?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“Good girl, get cleaned up and rest. I’ll check on you tomorrow, okay?”

You hummed out in approval, “okay, night Brady.”

“Night.”

The line cut, leaving you in the silence alone with nothing but the weight of what just had happened. It should have bothered you, you knew it should. Instead, you were calm as you rolled out of bed and stepped out of your wet panties. Abandoned on the floor, you left them there as you reached for the makeup wipes you kept on your bedside table. The cold wipe was a shock to your skin as you wiped your hand clean and then used another to clean up the inside of your thighs. A proper shower could wait until morning. 

Clean, or rather clean enough, you crawled back into bed and pulled up the covers only to get him in the face with your phone that had become lost in the mess of your blankets. You let out a low curse as you pushed the covers off to climb out of bed once more to plug in your phone. Blocking your path were your panties, and your heart raced as a mischievous ideal struck you. The idea had you regretting taking them off so quickly, but it was nothing another makeup wipe wouldn’t fix. 

You stepped into your panties and pulled them back up again. Then, you propped up your phone on your desk so that the camera focused on the space between your hips and your mid thighs. When you pressed record, you took a half step back and hooked your thumbs on each side of your panties. You dragged them down slowly, your legs spread just wide enough for the camera to capture your arousal as it webbed and beaded as you peeled your panties from your body. You dragged them down your leg, leaving wet trails down the inside of your thighs until you stood there naked from the waist down in front of the camera. 

You were giddy when you stopped the footage, your cheeks flushed as you sent it off to Brady with no shame. It gave him something to wake up to in the morning. A little reminder of what just had happened, and how your body responded to his words and his guidance. It was fun, though the only person you would ever admit that to was yourself. Not even Brady could know. Not when you were sure he would wake up in the morning with your little gift and be hit hard with the reality of the situation. That one picture accidentally sent to him spiraled further than you both should have let it. 

And as you crawled back into bed, you kept telling yourself: It was just a picture. It was just a phone call. What you did wasn’t wrong. It was a happy little accident, something that only happened one time, and you told yourself it wouldn’t happen again. That was until you woke up the next morning and found a text message from Brady on your phone. 

You hadn’t even left your bed yet when you opened it. Your own video met with his own, one that you could hear your own moans in the background of. While you had been riding your own three fingers, Brady had been thrusting into his hand and was capturing it all on camera. It was a video you were sure he was saving for himself. A dirty little secret he would watch when he wanted to remember what you sounded like when you came. But it was more than that now that he sent to you. Because it wasn’t just a recording of the soft sounds you made, it was also a video of how Brady let out a sigh that you didn’t remember hearing. A video of how his cock twitched and throbbed as it was so close to release–and how he sighed out your name as he shot thick webs of his release up over his toned abs before the phone dropped and the screen went black. It was the video that put everything in perspective. Together you and your stepbrother had created a fucked up little fantasy, and while it was wrong, you didn’t want to stop.

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blue shirts - brady skjei

brady skjei x reader

warnings: smut!! use of “princess” a lot. cursing and big brothers best friend. over all mostly a cute fic, unprotected sex and a lot of praise

word count: 6700

summary: circa 2017, jimmy veseys little sister comes to visit him in new york for a week, having to stay in brady’s room due to the fact that ideally he has the biggest one. kevin hayes can cook, that’s important. (watch the kevin, jimmy and brady part of the winter classic video linked here, it helps stuff make so much sense)

my flight had been delayed 3 times due to snow in new york and i was just praying that it would clear sooner rather than later so my trip to see my brother hadn’t been cut any shorter.

growing up, me and jimmy didn’t get along the best but after he graduated, it was like a flip was switched and we were best friends, and the moment he was drafted to the new york rangers, i knew i’d have a ball when visiting him in the big apple.

i moved out west for college, never getting to play hockey on my own time, meaning him and i had our average 1 on 1 playing outing when we were together and then he’d show me every fancy restaurant he’d go to with his friends and so on, but just after his first few months settling into new york, he had moved in with one of his guys on the team.. then with another.

i had to admit, i was proud of him for being grown up and renting some really nice apartment to live in with his best friends, proof that he was successful as a hockey player and that he was finally making big boy purchases but god was it awful just the first time to go and stay with him at the first apartment.

this would be my first time staying in the apartment with him, kevin hayes and brady skjei.

the flight had finally been no longer delayed and i was told that the games for the next day or so would be cancelled meaning the moment jimmy picked me up, it was brother sister bonding time, stopping at the local corner store, getting food for us and the boys before we drove back home. the streets definitely weren’t empty, but driving in the snow was a lot easier when there was less people crowding the roads.

we had gotten to the apartment but before we had gotten out jimmys voice pierced my thoughts

“hey, put on a jacket before you get out. you’ll be cold walking upstairs and getting your bags.” he reached behind his seat, aimlessly grabbing one before letting me pull it over my frame, opening the door to his car. walking out i shivered, noting what he told me and walking with him into the building.

“staying safe jimmy?” the man at the front desk asked him.

“as always.” he smiled as we walked to the elevator. i leaned against his shoulder as we finally got to the apartment with a duffle bag, backpack, and plastic bag in hand.

“IM BACK” he yelled, his voice bounced off the walls as we heard two pairs of footsteps bound down the stairs.

“god damn, you guys are quick.”

“i’m hungry! you promised food!” kevin threw his hands up in defeat before brady had even said anything. his eyes were on me, and i got a little scared as he walked over to me, his frame towering over my own.

“hey, that’s my jacket.” he spoke, pointing at the hoodie i was practically drowning in.

“okay? i get no hi or hello?“ i squinted at him, shrugging and shaking my head a little.

“hi, hello y/n, you’re wearing my jacket. i just wanted to inform you.”

“your best-“

“hey! stop it you two. eat your damn food.”

and i looked up at jimmy who had snapped at us, literally and metaphorically, his hand reached out to snap before he pointed at the food.

something i hadn’t mentioned about brady is that there was some weird tension between us. i don’t know if he just saw me as innocent and stupid or if he just didn’t like me, or maybe i just don’t like him.. either way, he’s never been necessarily super nice to me, which is so weird cause he’s the nicest person i know. he’s always seemed jealous when i’m around chris or mika and he never just seems the same as he does with jimmy and what i know of, kevin.

me and jimmy sat next to each other, my eyes dragging on brady as we ate, and it was slow and agonizing to just sit there and stare holes into each other until i could finally get up and go grab my stuff from the car.

i walked out and jimmy sent brady after me to help, saying “i need to clean up.” and brady could feel his whole body roll its eyes.

brady threw on his jacket and chased after me, seeing me outside as snow began to fall again.

he walked out, seeing me standing at the back of jimmy’s car, with the trunk opened.

“hey, let me grab your bag.” he shouted, jogging over to me to see how the snow had began to fall, covering my hair and the shoulders of the hoodie i was wearing.

“no it’s fine i got it.” i hummed.

“if you don’t let me grab the damn bag your brother is gonna be upset.”

i stood there for a moment before i reluctantly handed him the bag. the two of us stepped back as i pulled the trunk shut, walking with him back inside.

the elevator ride up was uncomfortable.. we stood in silence but close to one another, trying to gain warmth without touching.

“you’re from massachusetts, whyre you so cold?” he asked, looking down at me, a shiver coming over me.

“well i’ve been living in california for nearly three years now, i got used to the weather..” i sounded defensive, almost snapping at him when i said it.

he felt guilty for not remembering, but at the same time, he tried his hardest to forget you everytime you’d go back out west.

when stepping out of the elevator, we walked back to the apartment and stepped inside, pulling off our shoes, as they were wet from the snow and pulling off the jackets we both wore, him taking his own back from my hands as i took it off.

“i uh, i think you’re staying in my room while you’re here. i have a couch i can sleep on, you’ll stay in my bed.” brady said, walking with my bag to the staircase, speaking as i went to walk over to my brother.

“okay, thank you.” i smiled at him.

“oh wow.. i didn’t think me making him get your bags would actually work.” jimmys voice flooded my thoughts.

“shut up, jimmy.”

once i had been shown around the apartment, properly introduced to kevin, and shown where i’d sleep, i was quietly getting settled in the dark side room off of brady’s bed room.

“yknow this may be a fire hazard.” i said to him, through the door.

“i know!” he let out a laugh through a short cry, setting up a bed area on the large couch in the main part of his bedroom. i shut the door for a moment, changing into some more comfortable clothes. pajama pants and a hoodie from the college i go to, and i walked out, seeing him laying on the couch, sprawled out like a child.

“are you sure you’re comfortable ?” i asked, his eyes moving up to meet mine.

“yeah, i’m all good.” he had a small smile on his face. i could feel the way his eyes were dragging on me, staring at the change of clothing. i wondered what thoughts flooded his big dumb head as i nodded, walking to go downstairs to the living room again.

sitting there, i talked with jimmy about plans for the week, telling me that he had gotten me tickets to come see the games.

“we’re home all week, since our away game yesterday was cancelled. i dont know what’s going to be open , but i know things will definitely start to be open again tomorrow because .. it’s new york and places never close.”

we talked, writing down an itinerary, and while we talked, i took a picture of him, tagging him on my instagram story.

the boys had a pretty active fanbase, especially brady, and i just knew people would go crazy seeing me back with jimmy, knowing jimmy was living in the same apartment with brady.

that night, i had gotten a text from chris who hadn’t talked to me in a while but last time he did i felt my heart almost implode. something about him was that he was charming, kind, humble and funny, he was from massachusetts, could speak a billion languages and i could feel myself weak in the knees when i spoke to him. i was sitting upstairs on the couch when i got it and my face lit up, smiling as i texted him back.

i could feel brady’s foot against my side.

“who ya texting..” he smiled, his eyes were

hooded. he was tired, watching TV and i was only awake just to surpass the jet lag.

“oh no one…”

“nope it’s someone.”

“fine, it’s chris.”

“kreids?”

“yeah?”

his voice changed, he sounded a little

jealous but he shrugged and relaxed back into his spot. i looked back at my phone, chris saying something along the lines of ‘hey we should get dinner while you’re here and catch up.’

“whatre you talking about..” he hummed after a few minutes.

“he wants to get dinner this week” i spoke, staring at my screen, wondering how he knew about me being back since he didn’t have social media. i guess he found out through mika?

“mh. okay.” he sounded even more jealous but i ignored it, getting up to go to bed. “it’s late, i’m gonna go try and sleep. goodnight skjeisy”

“good night, y/n” he said, giving me a short wave.

he had been laying on the couch in his pajamas, or whatever you call how a man sleeps, but shirtless and in a pair of those damn plaid pajama pants. it was freezing and the windows in his big room didn’t help but somehow he wasn’t cold, and i had asked him a few times if he was but he shook his head.

i almost gasped every time i looked at him.. there were moments where i hated him but i swear i would do anything to touch him. i don’t try to think about him that way but when he’s laying so close.. it’s hard not to.

i laid in his bed, his sheets smelled like him and i swear this was when i knew this would be the hardest week of my life, it feels like that every time.

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the next morning, i woke up freezing, seeing i had knocked my blankets off the bed. the freezing cold had knocked me awake and there was a failed attempt to fall back asleep , but soon after that i gave up and stretched, getting up to go brush my teeth and make my way downstairs.

as i stepped out of the side room, i looked at brady as he was still sleeping, his upper half uncovered while he slept.

my lower lip was caught under my teeth as i chewed the pink skin, holding in whatever dirty thought over came me.

“god damnit i hate him.” i mumbled quietly before i walked out, walking to the bathroom in silence. i heard footsteps behind me , causing me to turn to see kevin.

“goodmorning kevin” i smiled, and he smiled back. he was a bad early guy, meaning he was just dragging down the hallway as he also had the same intentions, brushing teeth and going downstairs.

“goodmorning.” he mumbled.

“i just have to brush my teeth-“

“so do i , i’ll just join you.” he shrugged, the bathroom was big enough for the both of us so i scrambled through my things, grabbing my toothbrush and tooth paste. him and i mirrored each other, besides his large frame. he was tall and towered over everyone in the apartment, but especially me. his hair was held back with a headband and with my toothbrush in my mouth i asked him

“growing your hair out?”

while this was our first time properly meeting and getting to know each other, i had seen him at dinners and parties and in photos before, i could tell a clear change in his hair.

“mhm, i’ll probably cut it again” he said, looking down at me in the reflection of the mirror.

we both spit into the sink at the same time, wiping our mouths before using mouthwash momentarily. the two of us hissed at the sting, smiling at each other before walking out.

we both walked downstairs, he allowed me to go first, and as i walked down, jimmy was laying on the couch, staring at his phone.

“goodmorning jimmy.” i smiled, walking into the kitchen.

i ventured through the cabinets, finding a mug to get coffee, leaning against the counter after pouring it, staring out of the window.

“what do you usually eat for breakfast?” kevin’s voice came from behind the door of the fridge. my eyes shot to meet his as he peaked out from behind the door.

“oh- anything is fine.” i smiled.

“you sure?” he asked, and i nodded before i walked over to the couch, pulling jimmys phone from his hands.

“sit up.” he was taking up the whole couch and i just wanted to sit down to look at the list we had made the night before.

sitting down, i stared at the list as i heard brady make his way down the stairs, bidding us a goodmorning. i stayed silent, only focusing on the fact that he had pulled a shirt on. a tight one , but a shirt.

“you not gonna say anything?” jimmy spoke, his voice was sarcastic.

“huh? oh- sorry. what did you say?” i turned to look at him, my cheeks pink.

“what were you gonna say, you came over here and picked up the list, did you have something to say?”

“o-oh, yeah. i was going to tell you that chris said he wanted to have dinner with me some time this week.” i pointed to the list of things to do, and he nodded.

“oooh little sis pulling game? look at you.” he laughed, a smile on his face.

my cheeks darkened, this time out of embarrassment. i felt the seat on the other side of me dip, and i turned to see

brady sitting next to me.

“gimme the list.” his voice was rough and sleep still filled it, as his calloused hands reached out for it.

“mhm.” i hummed, giving it to him.

kevin was in the kitchen, humming as he cooked breakfast for the four of us. brady’s dark eyes scanned over the list, in his head trying to figure out what simple plans he could butt his way into just to see you…

no- just to hangout on his time off.

“here.” he spoke softly, handing the list back to me, his eyes on my face as he handed the list back. i took it, and looked back at jimmy.

“i’m sure we can make dinner with chris work..” he smiled, leaning back. his eyes met brady’s, brady quickly having looked away from me to meet his eyes.

jimmy didn’t think anything of it until he thought ..

‘wait why is he staring at my sister.’ and his eyes went wide as he looked at brady once more.

brady looked back at him like a deer in the headlights, covering his face as he stood

up to go help kevin in the kitchen.

brady would never admit it, mostly just cause he couldn’t but the reason he treated you with a snarky, rude, sarcastic act was because he didn’t want to face the fact that he was absolutely in love with jimmy veseys little sister. he wiped her from his memory everytime she’d leave, she’d come back, and he’d remember that this is how he’s supposed to act, like a transparent asshole. he’s been much more comfortable since i got here though. the touching and soft conversations without yelling at each other. i would wonder what had gotten into him but i crave his validation too much to make him revert back.

breakfast was finished, and me and jimmy were encouraged to come get food and eat. i practically jumped from my seat as i heard the opportunity for food.

“thank you, kevin.” i smiled, taking a plate from his hand. he smiled back, his boyish charm taking over as his cheeks tinted a little. he didn’t feel any way about it, but he thought it was sweet.

we all sat, and ate. we didn’t talk , but after we finished, me and jimmy cleaned up while brady and kevin went upstairs, brady taking a shower while i washed the dishes down.

i was humming to myself before jimmy began to speak, handing me the plates.

“hey.. while you’re with brady, can you at least try to not.. um. i don’t know- like-“

“SPIT IT OUT JIMMY.” i snapped at him.

“well- the look he was giving you earlier-“

“oh my god. that boy is annoyed by my every move, jimbo, it’s fine.” i rolled my eyes, finishing the dishes .

“i’m gonna go get ready.” i looked at him before i began my way up to the bedroom, walking in and sitting on the couch as i contemplated what i was going to wear, as the weather was still freezing but i’m sure i didn’t pack anything nearly appropriate enough for the weather.

i heard the door open as i stared at my phone, brady walking in with a towel around his waist and his hand in his hair, the other holding the towel up- he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide as he saw me sitting down… facing him.

i didn’t look up until i heard him stop walking, causing our eyes to meet… then they suddenly weren’t

“c-can you.. um get out so i can change..” he tried not to panic, trying not to make a big deal out of it as i sat there, watching him in awe. his hair messy, his chest and stomach and he looked so soft and-

i nodded, speed walking into the side room to pick an outfit, struggling while all i could think about was him- i felt gross, but he looks so good. he looked nice to cuddle and hug.. and-

knock knock

“you can come out now.”

i put a shirt down and walked to the door, looking up at him.

“can .. do you have any warm clothes i can borrow?” i spoke, sounding a bit nervous.

“yeah, there’s a bunch of clothes on the rack over here and there’s some in storage boxes over there.” he pointed to the storage behind me, in the room. “go crazy.” he smiled. “is that all?”

“yeah.. thank you.” i smiled back. butterflies filled my stomach when he smiled at me.. he had me absolutely weak in the knees.

i dug through his clothes until i found an old jersey, being one of his. it clearly felt like a brand new jersey and i realized it was probably something he had bought for a gift for someone and never gave it. it had tags and stuff still on it, but jerseys are warm and i love them so i was going to take it and pull it on.

the 2015 labels on the tag were blatant so i knew it wasn’t for someone new as i grabbed some jeans and tight little black shirt to go underneath the jersey. i wore a black set to match underneath, i had no one to impress but being comfortable and fashionable is always necessary.

i took a shower, dried my hair and did my daily routine before i pulled on the clothes, drowning in the jersey, probably 2 sizes too big for me. as i walked out, i passed hayes and he stopped me

“where’d you get that jersey from?”

“uh.. brady’s clothes-“

he nodded, looking at the 76 and SKJEI plastered across my back as i walked into the bedroom to put my stuff away.

i had finished getting ready and brady was sitting on the couch when he finally acknowledged me.

“hey, i like your jersey.” he smiled, a short laugh leaving him.

“hey thanks.” i sat down on the couch, opposite to him as we had waited for jimmy to finish getting ready.

while we sat together, i could almost feel him staring at me and i just .. wanted to ask him what he wanted. but instead..

“where do you think would be a good place to get dinner with chris at?” i said, staring at my phone while he put his down, laying it in his lap.

“hm.. i dunno. i’m sure he knows some good places.” he took this as an excuse to look at me without it seeming sly.

“yeah but i trust your judgement enough.” i finally looked over at him, pressing for an answer but he looked… annoyed. oh god.

“yknow.. if you liked chris so much, why don’t you just wear his jersey, y/n”

my jaw dropped-

“SO YOU ARE JEALOUS-“

“NO IM NOT, PSH WHAT??”

“yes you are.” i stood up-

“no i’m not.” and so did he.

“yes you are, that’s why you act this way.” i stepped closer.

“act what way?” he tilted his head.

“THIS WAY, you’ve acted this way every time i’ve come to new york! you just act like an asshole cause you’re jealous. next thing,

you’re gonna be jealous of kevin!” i placed my hands on my hips, my eyes not leaving his as he struggled to think of something better to say.

“do you feel the same way?” he asked the question but it almost felt like a statement.

“yes, of course brady. you’ve been teasing me since i was 18, don’t act like i don’t have any reason not to. you’re tall, hot and play hockey for go-“

his hands were on my face before his lips crashed into mine.

“shut up” he quickly breathed against my lips.

he moved me back, sitting me on the couch, parting from the kiss

“you’re not going to dinner with chris. not without me, or jimmy or all three of us.” his hair was messy, falling over his face as he looked down at me. i nodded, practically being put in my place by him.

“we’re also going to continue this later, your brother is gonna walk in here any moment telling us we gotta go.” he spoke as he sat back down, picking up his phone again.

and as he sat down, the door began to open, jimmy poking his head in.

“did i hear yelling?”

“no.” the two of us turned to look at him in sync. my cheeks were red but jimmy ignored it as he nodded, telling us to “come on.”

the two of us jumped up, walking out together as we joined kevin downstairs. we all left the house together, standing next to jimmy as we walked out, our shoes crunched in the little bit of snow still on the sidewalk.

“i don’t understand why you guys had your games cancelled.. this is easily accessible.”

i spoke, my hands tucked into my pockets.

“well, their flight kept getting pushed back or cancelled, so we had to postpone the game. that was our only game this week besides sundays.” jimmy shrugged, thinking about how they would’ve played tampa this week.

i nodded, keeping my head low in the scarf wrapped around my neck. we had walked a while, stopping to get coffee in some small cafe before we walked down to central park.

“you wanna skate?” jimmy asked, looking down at me.

i nodded , causing him to smile. he looked around at the boys and they shrugged, willing to also join.

“awh we should’ve brought our skates.”

when skating at the park, we stayed there for hours. for a bunch of guys who do it for a living, they seem to really enjoy it when it’s not to get paid. they had gotten noticed a few times, and the jersey i wore didn’t help draw attention away from them.

‘hey, i love your jersey, go rags’

i’d hear before a gasp , and someone saying hi to brady, kevin or jimmy.

but now it was late in the afternoon and kevin was hungry so we decided to finally leave and get dinner at some local diner, pleasing the appetite of 3 big men and a smaller, less athletic girl.

i sat across from brady as we ate, my eyes shifting from my hands to his hands to his eyes while they all spoke, talking about some girl they had met last time they went to boston. i tuned out the conversation, having no interest in anything but the way brady looked, sitting in front of me.

it felt late when we had finally left to go home, being that we had been out all day, the late start to the day getting under our feet.

the moment we got home, i went upstairs and took off my boots, taking off the jersey for a moment just to pull off the shirt underneath it. walking upstairs brady had told me to not take off the jersey, he liked it on me, so i listened. i pulled on some

more comfortable pants and walked out, still wearing his jersey. he looked at me from the couch, having changed quickly, probably faster than i did. he was wearing a hoodie and a pair of grey sweats.

“you wanna hangout with me and jimmy downstairs?” i asked, he shrugged, looking back at his phone.

walking back downstairs, sitting with jimmy felt dreadful, when the words brady had spoken to me before we left played on rewind in my head. we crossed off skating in central off the list of things to do and i sat there, impatient with the way brady was acting, almost like it was nonchalant even though he had seemed so eager to get his hands on me beforehand.

“hey, i think i’m gonna hit the hay early, we can get up and do something tomorrow.” i spoke , standing up, stretching as i did so.

“we still have practice tomorrow? but it’ll be around ten am, you wanna come?”

jimmy said, looking up at me.

“eh, i’ll think about it. if i’m up, i’m up.” i shrugged as i leaned down to give him a kiss on top of the head. “goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n”

walking back into the room, i saw him sat up, his eyes meeting mine as i walked in.

“you don’t seem very eager to ‘continue this later.’” i walked over to him, tilting my head.

“someone’s gotten worked up, huh?” he said, reaching out for my hand. i sighed, placing my hand in his, he pulled me closer.

“cmere.” he said, patting his lap. he gently pulled me closer, straddling him, my knees resting on either side of his thighs. his hands laid on my sides, fingers rubbing me gently as i placed my arms around his neck.

“is this what you want?” he asked me, his pupils blown wide in the dim room, only lit by the lamp in the corner. i nodded, placing my hand on his neck to pull him closer, placing my lips on his.

the kiss was gentle, as i felt his hands move, coming down to squeeze my thighs, pulling me closer against his own hips. a soft gasp left me as the thin fabric of my leggings left nothing to the imagination. i could feel him against me, causing my heart to race as the kissing slowly turned into messy making out.

“brady…” i mumbled against his lips, my hips slowly grinding against his.

“yeah, princess?”

“i.. mhh i want you to touch me..” breathing each other’s air as our noses touched, i felt his hands slowly come up my waist.

his hands, came up under my breasts, cupping them.

“i don’t want to take off the jersey..”

“then don’t” i giggled, our faces close as he looked down at his hands pressing against the soft, blue fabric.

“then how should i touch you baby” his eyes met mine again, he examined my face. flushed and red.

“cmon… you know, brady.”

“no, tell me princess.” he said, his hands coming down to my thighs again. he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist, picking me up, carrying me to the side room.

he gently laid me down onto the bed and looked down at me.

“im still waiting.“ he looked at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“i-i want you to touch my pussy..” my cheeks were red, as he had pushed me into embarrassment.

“yeah there you go, baby.” he smiled, leaning down, he pulled his shirt off before he brought his hands down to the waist of my leggings. he slowly pulled them off, dragging his calloused palms over my legs. i did an inner victory dance as i remembered i had worn a matching set, but by the way he liked the jersey on me, i doubt he’d ever find out.

“you okay with this?” he spoke softly, breaking the tension for a moment.

i nodded, “yeah..” i smiled.

he nodded , leaning over to place a kiss against my lips before his hand came down, his fingers slowly dragging through my folds. my breath shuttered as he touched me, his face was close, nose brushing against mine, as he wanted to hear my noises while he teased me.

“i bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” he mumbled. a small sound of approval left me.

my arms came up, wrapping around his neck as i felt his thumb press against my clit. i shivered a little, my hips pressing to his hand.

“brady..” i spoke under my breath, soft moans escaping my lips while his fingers continued to tease me.

“yeah baby? do you want more?”

“yes.. please..”

his middle finger dragged through my folds again before he entered me, causing me to pull him closer, a gasp escaping my lips.

“don’t be too loud” whether or not i had made much noise, he didn’t want to risk any of them walking in, especially my older brother.

“i-i’m trying..” his pace was slow but increased, his hands were large, and equally his fingers were thick and long. “mh.. brady.. please give me more” my gasps were hot against his, until he moved

down, his face in my neck. he gently placed messy kisses over my warm skin, careful not to bite or suck too hard, preventing hickeys that anyone else could see.

he slowly pushed in his ring finger, filing me while his thumb drew perfect circles onto my sensitive clit.

“you okay?” he whispered as he neared my ear, kissing my neck,

“yes” i spoke through a breathy voice, holding back noises as his pace increased, bringing me closer to the edge.

“i want you to cum on my fingers, okay princess?” his voice came out low and raspy. i nodded as my hips pressed to his hand, my back arching as he pushed me further.

“please, brady i’m so close..”

he looked down at me for a moment, finally his lips met mine again. he wanted to keep me quiet as i came, his fingers picking up the pace.

suddenly i felt that buildup break, my nails digging into his back as i tried to hold back my moans from his touch. a white hot sensation flooded my senses.

he positioned himself between my legs, watching me laid out in front of him.

“you look so good in that jersey..”

“mhh do i?” i spoke, my voice was tired and weak.

i looked down to see how hard he was in those sweats.

“yeah you do, baby.” he leaned down , kissing me again. i pushed my hands between my legs, gently running them up his thighs, finding his cock, hard in those dreadful sweats. pulling away from the kiss , looked down at him in my hands.

“can you take off the pants… please?” i looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, causing him to sigh, pulling off his sweatpants with rough hands.

“brady. boxers too.” my hands, still reached out, dropped with expression.

he pulled off his boxers, cheeks red as i saw him for the first time.

i was almost drooling at the sight of him, his hair messy and fallen around his face, while his stomach was squishy while he was still fit, his thighs were thick and strong and there was nothing disappointing about his dick- which really wasn’t expected in the first place, but made it more exciting.

my tongue rested against my lower lip as i bit down on it, concentrated on touching him before he had asked if he could fuck me.

“y/n, can.. i fuck you..” he sounded guilty, looking down at me, enjoying my time as i wrapped my hands around his cock.

“y-yes.” i looked up at him, my cheeks red at the question.

“then turn over, ass in the air.”

i nodded, his hands coming to my hips as he helped turn me over. he pushed my face down into the pillows of his bed.

“i want you to try and stay quiet this time.” a soft chuckle slipped through his words. i felt like i could cum just on his voice..

“yes sir” i mumbled through the sheets.

he got comfortable, making sure everything was okay before the tip of his cock was pressed against me.

“hey uh.. are you on the pill?”

“mhm..”

“good to know. can i cum inside?”

“mhm.”

he nodded, his hand gently placed on my hip, feeling as he began to spread his precum over my cunt, causing me to shiver before he let out a soft groan.

i got impatient, my hips shifting slightly, before he tightened his grip on them to still me.

“cmon baby.” he mumbled, before he entered me, slowly pushing into me as i gripped the pillow my face was planted into. a cry leaving my throat.

“f-fuck.. princess..” he threw his head out, slowly entering me until he was bottomed out. he wasn’t too big, he was thick and it was like he fit perfectly while he had stretched me out.

“you’re so fucking tight ohh my god.” he began mumbling small groans of praise, as i could hear his voice break with heavy pants.

he slowly began to move, getting the encouragement from my walls around him.

slow and steady as he began fucking me, both hands on my hips, gripping tight, trying to stay composed.

he had almost pulled out before he pulled my hips back against his, resulting in a loud moan from me into the pillow.

my knuckles were white as i gripped the sheets, trying not to be too loud. he had leaned over me, taking my hair and pushing it to the side as he began to fuck into me.

“you look so good wearing my name..”

even he couldn’t hold back the noises he was making, groans were loud as he began to hit down on his touch between mouthfuls of praises.

“baby.. fuck.. who does this pussy belong to??”

his hand came down, pressing against my back, arching it down so he can hit a better angle. his cock brushing over my g-spot, leaving me shaking.

“y-you..” i could barely form words as he destroyed me, leaving me helpless when he asked me.

“who? say my name.. say it, princess.” his hand absentmindedly traced over the number while he continued to pummel into me.

“b-brady.. it belongs to you- FUCK-“ my face was smothered by the pillow once more, muffling my loud noises. “my pussy belongs to you, brady.”

“good girl… good fucking girl..”

i could feel myself chasing my orgasm, trying hard not to allow myself to cum on his cock without him, but even he could feel it by the way i clenched around him.

“brady.. m’ gonna fucking cum”

“me too.. shit me too..” his hands came to my hips, his thumbs rubbing over my ass as he tightly gripped my hips, enough to bruise. one hand moved down, his thumb pressing to my clit as his pace began to falter, causing me to see stars as he touched the sensitive bud. i could feel myself coming closer, my vision blurring as the sound of incoherent mumbles of the both of us turn into the sound of our skin slapping until our orgasm struck through us, my juices coating his thighs as his cum filled my cunt.

as we both came down from our highs, he was leaned over me, his cock still buried deep inside of me.

“fuck.. you feel so good i don’t want to pull out.”

“brady..” i laughed, feeling the weight of his frame on my own. “get up, loser.”

he reluctantly pulled himself up, pulling out to see how his cum dripped from me.

“mhh.. look at that..”

“s-stopp..” i mumbled, cheeks burning with embarrassment, pushing my face back into the pillow.

brady helped me lay down, wiping away at my thighs with his shirt before he pulled his boxers back on.

“you probably don’t wanna wear that jersey while we sleep, let me get it off of you.”

i rolled over and sat up slightly, raising my arms in the air. the blissed out look on my face made him let out a soft chuckle. he got out of bed and grabbed a hoodie of his, handing it to me as i pulled off my bra. i pulled it over my body and he looked through my things, finding a pair of panties to give me

“these okay?”

i nodded and he handed them to me, as i put them on he stood at the edge of the bed. i was tired , my eyes were heavy as i looked up at him. i reached my arms out.

“please… sleep with me, brady..”

“i can’t.”

“please…” i stuck out my bottom lip, trying to fool him into feeling bad

“….” he thought about it. “fine.”

he got into bed with me, slowly getting comfortable as i pressed my body against his. he wrapped his arms around my waist, our legs intertwined as i pushed my face into his chest, falling asleep.

“goodnight, princess.” he mumbled.

“goodnight, brady…”

you don’t even want to hear the stern talking to that i got from jimmy the next morning when he walked into brady’s room to not see brady on the couch and in his own bed instead.

he wasn’t mad… yes he was. he was mad at brady. he was mad cause he couldn’t trust the guy to spend a week with his little sister like he had in past times of visiting. he trusted that brady could love you and please you but he also knew that you lived in california, wouldn’t move to new york just for him and what if you only liked brady for the sex you just had. which you didn’t.

“y/n…you just-“

“jimmy, i’ve had a love hate relationship with brady ever since i first met him. have you ever seen how he reacted to when i talked about guys? especially chris? cmon jimmy, open your eyes please.” an audible sigh left him.

“fine.” he grumbled, knowing even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop either of you, as you were both grown adults.

the rest of the day, kevin ripped on brady and jimmy held in whatever anger he wanted it take out on brady for getting with his sister. he just wanted to protect her, it’s what older brothers do.

when leaving the rink after practice, i was there to pick them up, and as we left, i leaned up to kiss brady on the cheek, all of us piling into the car with their gear. this was going to be a fun week in new york…

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central park fountain - brady skjei

word count : 1189

player : brady skjei (new york rangers) ft kevin hayes and jimmy vesey

requested : yes - no

warning : curse words, nervousness, gossip girl fangirling, probably sloppy writing ((it’s like five am and i didn’t get any sleep whoops! probably editing tomorrow))

a/n: have mercy, it’s my first imagine in english, lemme know if there’s any errors! spanish is my first language, so my english is vv sloppy so this is kinda very awful

inspired by this video ((im the biggest sierra stan oops))

brady really loved her. everyone saw it. brady genuinely loved her. everyone saw the way his eyes lit up whenever they fixated on her, his dumb little laugh when she would crack a stupid joke, the way brady held her tight whenever he saw her. brady loved her.

he remembered every single moment he had with (y/n). they met on february 2016 because of a mutual friend, she was a fashion design student in the fashion institute of technology stuck in a small house party where she stood awkwardly beside chris kreider’s then girlfriend, holding a red solo cup. she would laugh at anything her friend or chris would say, not to feel left out of the conversation, was there when brady stood with kevin and started building conversation with kreider’s girlfriend and (y/n).

immediately, brady’s eyes fell on her, something about her just made him say wow. he remembered how quietly she excused herself to go outside in the balcony to admire the sight on new york city, and he followed her, talking her up. he remembered her saying how beautiful the night was, and how he contradicted her saying he liked new york on the daytime. somehow brady and (y/n) found themselves talking all night long.

fuck, brady was nervous.

he remembered their first date, a cliche walk in central park and getting coffee nearby. he also remembered taking her back home and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

brady remembered their first kiss after the fifth date. she actually kissed him instead.

brady couldn’t believe he was about to ask the love of his life to marry him. he was twenty three, and she was barely twenty one. his heart was beating hard against his chest.

he smoothed his blue dress pants and gave jimmy a quizzed look.

“i’m gonna die” he declared. “fuck, jimmy, i’m going to have a heart attack!”

“calm down,” jimmy reassured. “she’ll say yes, she loves you. you’ve been together for a year and a half now...”

brady smiled. he remembered asking her to be his girlfriend after two months of going on dates and having late night conversations, that weren’t beneficial for either but magical for both. she said yes the first time, he thought to himself, why wouldn’t she say the second?

“you’re the biggest cliche there is,” kevin commented. “are you really proposing on central park?”

“our first date was in central park,” brady pointed out. “i asked her to be my girlfriend in front of the central park fountain, i’m going to proposed where they filmed gossip girl, you know how much she loves gossip girl,”

“as in where blair and chuck got married?” jimmy asked, earning a questioning look from kevin. “what?! gossip girl is a great show!”

“the fountain really,” brady toyed with his hands. “fuck man, i’m going to fucking die!”

“you’ll be fine” kevin assured with a big smile. “let’s make her your wife, man!”

jimmy had it all planned. he would have his girlfriend take (y/n) shopping, only to later have a walk through central park where brady would finally ask her to marry him.

when kevin whistled for a cab, and got them inside, brady almost threw up. the constant thought of (y/n) saying no to his proposal almost made him bail out and cry right there on the spot. in his hand was held the velvety blue box containing the diamond ring, with the date embellished on the inside.

his heart stopped at the same time the cab stopped, as kevin payed for the ride, jimmy and brady ran out of it to meet the photographer on the fountain. brady knew (y/n) was on her way to the bethesda fountain, and his hands grew sweatier, his heart was almost coming out of his mouth and his knees were trembling.

there was her. arm in arm with jimmy’s girlfriend, and a couple of shopping bags on her other hand. a smile grew large on her face as soon as she saw her boyfriend standing by the fountain. (y/n) speeded up to brady, only to jump into his arms and melting into a loving, but short kiss.

brady was nervous. really nervous.

“hi handsome” she mumbled. “didn’t expect to see you here all dressed up like this”

“hi babe” he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

brady pulled her into a hug, looking towards where jimmy, his girlfriend and kevin stood, the three giving hin a thumbs up.

(y/n)’s eyes looked up to brady’s, a little giggle coming from her.

“what’s wrong? you look constipated” her comment earned a laugh from him.

“i love you”

“i love you too, brads” she pecked his lips.

“you’re my best friend,” he started. she smiled a little, caressing his hand on hers. “and you make me so damn happy, you know that, right?”

“what are you trying to say, brads?” she questioned, pulling him towards her. “you make me really happy too,”

“and you’re the greatest thing that happened to me,” he smiled, twirling her around. “you make me a better person, (y/n). fuck, i’m so in love with you, and your perfect hair, and your smile, and your beautiful eyes, and your body, and your personality. you have this gigantic heart, and i feel like the luckiest man knowing that... you give me your heart everyday, and i give mine to you everyday,”

“you’re going to make me cry, you stupid,” she slapped him lightly on the chest. “my mascara is 20 bucks!”

“and i’m in love with your washed face, with your mask covered face, with your makeup face. i’m just overall really in love with you!” he exclaimed. “i want to have the chance to see you in the morning when i wake up every day for the rest of my life, i wanna have breakfast with you every morning, i want to sing loud on the car, and i want to sleep next to you forever”

he was pouring his heart to her, in the middle of the park on a thursday afternoon, in front of hundreds of people. he didn’t care. not anymore.

“(y/n) (y/l) will you give me the pleasure, the honor, to call you my wife?,” he said, kneeling down, opening the little velvety box that was bothering him for the last two months. “if you say yes, i’m going to be the happiest man...”

she was balling her eyes out when she pulled brady into a kiss, exclaiming numerous yes into his lips. he heard all of the applauses from the people around, but he didn’t care. he felt as if his girl and him were the only people in the world.

he was going to marry the love of his life. he couldn’t be happier.

[badhockeymom]

canes for the hockey team ask!

is my favourite - Sepe

i like the most when it comes to the appearance - Sepe

i would play a prank on - Justin Williams. He has the dad energy that invites it. Or Brady Skjei because newcomers deserve to be pranked.

i would get drunk with - Sepe or Jordan Martinook. Or why not both. It might be chaotic!

i would choose for my partner if i got an invitation for a wedding - hmm. I want to hang out with Sepe all I can so I'll just go for him again. Ryan Dzingel and Jake Gardiner seem like nice and attentive wedding date types too. Justin Williams could be somebody to sit in the back and exchange snarky remarks with if he is in a bitchy mood, that might be nice too.

i could just cuddle all day long - I don't know! I don't like the idea of cuddling all day long to be honest, I need my personal space at some point. Somehow Jordan Martinook gives great cuddler vibes tho.

i would ask for an advice if i had problems - can I say rod?

i would bake cookies for - the whole team 💞💞

i would read a fanfic about - there's never enough sepe or teukka fic to fill my appetite. Give me more!

i would write a fanfic about - I just finished a long, very pornographic multi-ship cross-team au project with only one canes player and will catch my breath for a while before starting new stuff. suggestions welcome! (you know who'll I always end up writing at some point but I could be persuaded to broaden the variety I guess)

i would prefer to play in another team - nobody thank you, we just got past the trade deadline.

Thank you for the ask anon!

[washingtoncapricorns]

Carolina Hurricanes

Not my faves for sure but let’s do this:

is my favourite :Justin Williams

i like the most when it comes to the appearance: Teuvo Teravainen

i would play a prank on: Dougie Hamilton

i would get drunk with: Jordan Martinook, like he seems fun

i would choose for my partner if i got an invitation for a wedding: Brady Skjei because he would look so nice in pictures

i could just cuddle all day long: hmmm maybe Sebastian aho

i would ask for an advice if i had problems: Justin Williams aka dad

i would bake cookies for: Jacob Slavin because he and his wife have a baby and probably would love some cookies

i would read a fanfic about: full disclosure i have read fanfic about quite a few of them. hyu

i would write a fanfic about: Brady Skjei because i already have

i would prefer to play in another team: Probably Jordan Staal because I feel like he misses his brothers. 

[mystupidlovesongs]

ny rangers

1. is my favorite

Henrik Lundqvist

2. i like the most when it comes to the appearance

Brady Skjei

3. i would play a prank on

Brendan Smith

4. i would get drunk with

Zuccarello

5. i would choose for my partner if i got an invitation for a wedding

King Hank

6. i could just cuddle all day long

Brady is just prince Charming and I want cuddles from him all day.

7. i would ask for an advice if i had problems

Lundqvist

8. i would bake cookies for

Jimmy Vesey

9. i would read a fanfic about

Bradyyyyy

10. i would write a fanfic about

Bradyyyy

11. i would prefer to play in another team

Henrik. In my teams.

[stamkos]

rangers :)

is my favourite: derek stepan ofc

i like the most when it comes to the appearance: see this is reaally tough because there a lot. i’m gonna say chris kreider

i would play a prank on: well i’d really pick keith yandle but he’s not a ranger anymore :( so my next choice is michael grabner

i would get drunk with: kevin hayes can u imagine

i would choose for my partner if i got an invitation for a wedding: brady skjei (brady in a suit tho) or maybe brendan smith he cleans up nice

i could just cuddle all day long: jimmy vesey

i would ask for an advice if i had problems: ryan mcdonagh he totally has all the answers

i would bake cookies for: antti raanta and pavel buchnevich

i would read a fanfic about: uhhh idk i guess jimmy and brady? they got some sort of bromance going on

i would write a fanfic about: lol

i would prefer to play in another team: dan girardi and kevin klein 

send me a team!

[comphy-and-cozy]

Adore You - Brady Skjei

Summary: Freshly shipped from New York, Brady is new to the city of Raleigh and the Carolina Hurricanes. While he's learning the city, he meets someone that just might change his life forever. Four times Brady thought he loved her, and one time he actually did (Brady x POC fem!OC). Takes place post-trade deadline in a non-COVID world where the season was never cancelled.

Word Count: 8.3K

Author's Note: My first ever official, published fic for hockeyblr! I've been sitting on this forever and decided to finally take the plunge. :)

Warnings: Brief alcohol mention, language, mature themes/suggestive content, implied smut. Tooth-rotting fluff and sweet, pining Brady.

One 

New to the city, Brady was eager to explore and get to know his — hopefully — long-term home. He was a bit timid, shy, around the new guys, but they were equally welcoming regardless, making sure to extend and invite him whenever they were going somewhere to give him the chance to connect.

So, needless to say, when he discovered Jaccob’s love for coffee, it quickly became a bond that Brady appreciated and, truthfully, didn’t realize that he needed. Over the course of a few weeks, it had become their thing: to venture out to a new coffee shop somewhere in town after practice, chatting amiably over espresso and scones. 

It was a Tuesday when everything changed.

The duo headed to a popular shop in the east part of town, tucked away from the main drag, but still managing to draw patrons in from all over the metro area. Brady was lucky to spot a table, quickly moving to claim it, while Jaccob waited for their drinks. Seeing the slight backup of orders in front of theirs, Brady took the time to sit back and take in the shop; open brick, with framed paintings of coffee beans and grounds created by local artists, and a handful of handsome oak tables scattered around, black chairs lining each neatly. It had the feel of a well-loved, comfortable shop, the kind you’d read about in novels. 

His eyes trailed to the barista’s stand, loving the sound of the beans grinding and the smell of fresh, unfiltered coffee. Across the store, lining the wall, was a bar with black stools, each facing the window. There were a few people seated, reading or typing away on their devices; he imagined them to be students or aspiring writers of some sort.

And then he saw her. 

She was focused intently on the screen in front of her, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she read the words on her screen. Chestnut brown hair with flecks of caramel, and tawny skin that looked so soft he yearned to touch it. Her face — though he could only see her side profile — was one he’d not soon forget, with a soft jaw, elegant curve of her cheekbone, and beautiful, full lips, the color of dusty rose. 

Simply put, she was captivating.

His eyes swept over her again and again, not able to get enough, only vaguely aware that he was blatantly staring. 

“Took ‘em long enough, eh?” Jaccob’s voice startled him as he placed Brady’s drink in front of him, then laughed at the way he jumped. “You good, man?”

“Yeah, you - you just scared me, that’s all,” he laughed along with him, casting one last glance at the girl of his dreams.

The men soon engulfed in conversation, discussing that morning’s practice and the unfolding season, flowing into an explanation of some of the team dynamics. Jaccob wasn’t older, but he was a leader on the team who had been around for awhile, so he had naturally slipped into somewhat of a ‘mentor’ role as he took Brady under his wing. He had a way of providing kind advice without the normal air of seniority or making Brady feel small for being the “new guy,” and he appreciated the respect that he showed despite the difference in status and tenure. 

“Jaccob?”

Brady’s new friend turned at hearing his name, and Brady’s eyes followed the sound of the voice, looking up to look directly in the eyes of her. He felt the air rush out of his lungs, now that he was in this proximity to her. She was even more beautiful full-on than she was from the side, and he was star struck. 

“Ruby? Hey!” Jaccob said, standing up quickly to give her a hug. 

Ruby. He didn’t know what he expected — his imagination couldn’t possibly have come up with anything that would fit, because nothing would — but somehow it fit her perfectly. Brady took the opportunity to shake his head slightly, telling himself to get his tongue out of his throat and play it cool.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she commented once Jaccob released her embrace, gesturing to the shop. 

“Yeah, we’ve been exploring new shops in the area,” Jaccob explained, then realized that introductions were in order. “Oh, by the way, this is Brady. He’s one of the new guys. Brady, this is Ruby.”

Finally. 

She turned to Brady, their eyes locking once again, and Brady couldn’t help but admire the curve of her lips, the warmth of her smile, and the way that it somehow matched the castory, rich brown of her eyes. She stuck out her hand, offering a, “It’s nice to meet you, Brady. Welcome to Raleigh.”

It took Brady a few seconds to realize he was supposed to be shaking her hand and not just staring into her eyes, and he smiled shyly as he took her hand — they were softer than he imagined — and said, “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

She returned his smile, and he was deeply disappointed when she released his hand; for a few moments, he had convinced himself that he could hold her hand for the rest of his life. “So, you say you’ve been visiting new coffee shops?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of become our little thing,” Jaccob explained. “I don’t know how it came up, but we both discovered we’re kind of coffee connoisseurs.”

She laughed, and Brady wanted the sound to fill him up from the top of his head all the way down to the tip of his toes. Gesturing to her very obviously sugary, froofy drink, topped with melted whipped cream, she said, “Well, I’ll see myself out of this conversation.”

“Hey,” Brady managed to pipe up, feeling his heart crack at the thought of her leaving. “Sometimes you need a good sweet drink.”

Smiling appreciatively at his inclusivity, she nodded in agreement, exclaiming emphatically, “Thank you! That’s what I’ve been saying, too.”

His heart warmed at the small connection that had been made, pleased that at least he managed to get into her good graces — although brief. He’d throw away his espresso and every opinion he had on bean preparation if it meant he could relate to her just a little bit better.

“So, what are you doing here?” Jaccob asked, gesturing to the bag over her shoulder containing her laptop.

“Oh, just the usual emails and everything,” she explained. “I don’t live too far from here, so sometimes when I need a change of scenery, I come here to work for a few hours.”

Brady could feel his alter ego kicking him to probe further, so he asked, “What do you do?”

“I work in talent acquisition,” she said, and Brady nodded to show he was following. “I do a lot of interviewing.”

“So in case I decide I’m done with hockey, you’re the person I should call?” he asked, and she laughed. I’d like to call you for more than just a job interview.

“Absolutely,” she grinned. “Although, based off what I’ve seen, we might need to work on your interview skills. Some of you hockey players are god awful.”

Jaccob feigned offense, pressing his hand to his heart, “You wound me.”

“I think you’d be just fine,” she assured them. “I would coach you through the whole thing!”

After some laughter, she asked Jaccob about how his wife was doing, allowing Brady a moment of reprieve from the conversation. Suddenly, he found himself contemplating if he should end his career as a professional athlete to join the suits at some corporation, just so he’d have a reason to call her. 

“I’ve got to get going, though,” she said, glancing at her phone to check the time as her conversation with Jaccob wrapped up. “Have a meeting at 2.”

Brady was sure he felt his heart break, the sensation that he might die having to part from her flooding his system. He sucked it up, offering another smile and a wave, while Jaccob did the same.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” she said — to Jaccob, he figured, but part of him hoped maybe she also meant him. Then she turned, and he felt his entire body heat up under her gaze as she said, “It was nice to meet you, Brady.”

“Yeah,” he swallowed. “You too.”

She waved once more and turned, tucking her back over her shoulder, and he wistfully watched her walk away, not failing to notice the perfect curve of her ass, because of fucking course she had a dump truck, too.

The sound of Jaccob snickering caught his attention, and he turned to look at him. “What are you laughing at, Slavin?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What is it?”

“I think the newbie has a cru-ush,” Jaccob said in a singsong voice. 

Brady felt his cheeks get hot like a fucking pimple-faced, prepubescent middle-school boy as he scoffed. “I do not. She seems nice.”

“Oh, she’s nice, alright,” Jaccob shot back, making a gesture with his hands that had Brady praying no one around was watching.

“Shut up, man. She’s cute, okay?”

“Uh huh.”

“I hate you.”

***********

Two

The bar was busy, but not packed, as Brady made his way through the crowd. The guys had just come off of a road trip, winning 3 of 4, and they were feeling good. Brady was no different, and he was starting to find his place on the team — both on the ice and off — and it felt nice. 

He approached Troch, Fast, and Nino, who were in a heated debate about if dark or light-washed jeans were more fashionable. He settled into a bar stool next to them, content to simply listen in to the argument rather than take place in it.

Until he saw her. 

She had just woven through the throng of people, eyes bright as she scanned the room for her friends. Somehow, she managed to look cute and so hot at the same time, with a black leather jacket and a simple pair of jeans that had him appreciating her figure. It didn’t take long before two of the girls approached her, each greeting her with a hug. He swore he was living life in slow motion as he watched her laugh, her gorgeous mouth turning up into a smile that went straight to her eyes, glowing brighter than anyone else in the entire establishment — and probably within a 50 mile radius, at least. 

Suddenly, Brady’s hands were more sweaty than the glass bottle of the beer he was nursing, and he felt his heart swelling at least fifteen sizes inside his chest. His eyes followed her across the room, as she approached Andrei with a quick hug. The jealousy inside of him quickly turned to rage (or maybe despair?) as he watched Andrei pull away from the hug, only to leave his hand on her hip, giving her perfect ass a light squeeze.

Brady transitioned immediately into the depression stage of grief, thinking to himself how stupid he was for even entertaining the idea that she could be single. Of course she wasn’t — how could she be? And of course, she had to be with one of his new friends, who was both more talented and attractive than he.

He bargained with himself, forcing himself to return to the conversation at hand — it had now transitioned to last week’s Panthers game, though he didn’t have much to contribute even if he wanted to. But he couldn’t control the way his eyes trailed to Ruby every chance they got, watching the way she mingled seamlessly with everyone around her, effortlessly drawing all of the energy toward her. 

The conversation next to him had transitioned yet again to the topic of playoffs, and though this time he could offer his own insight and opinions, he found himself unable to shake the need to keep up on where she was at, who she was with, what she was doing. His heart stopped dead for a moment as he watched her eyes sweep around the crowd, casually glancing or looking for someone, he wasn’t sure. Hopelessly, he dreamt it could be him.

Her eyes locked with his, and he felt his entire internal organ system do an Olympic-gold-medal flip inside of him when her eyes lit up, working her way toward him.

“Hey,” he offered when she finally reached him. 

Hey? Really? 

“Hi, Brady,” she greeted, brushing away the hand he extended, instead leaning in to wrap her arms around him in a quick hug. Brady had to actively stop himself from melting as he reminded himself to hug back, feeling her warmth against his body and inhaling the warm, fruity scent of her perfume. “How are you?”

“Just listening to these idiots debate the latest fashion trends,” he grinned, jerking his thumb to the group next to him.

She tsked jokingly, “Of course. And how do you weigh in?”

“Oh, me? Well, you know, being naturally handsome, I tend to think I have an elevated sense of style to begin with.” 

She giggled, and he was positive that he had cartoon heart eyes popping out of his face, suddenly filled with the desire to do nothing more than keep making her laugh all night. 

The conversation took a natural turn as she probed him to tell her about how he was liking the city so far and how the guys were treating him. He wanted desperately to ask her a million questions about herself, eager to learn every possible detail he could about the ethereal being in front of him, but he mentally reminded himself that he shouldn’t interrogate her. All he really managed to learn was that she was friends with Necas, which led to her friendship of most of the players, being inducted into the accepted inner circle.

Still, the image of Andrei grabbing a handful of her ass was seared into his brain, and he was unable to shake it out of his mind. He had to ask, to see if the connection he thought they had was just all in his head.

“I didn’t realize you were Andrei’s girl,” he commented, trying to maintain an air of nonchalant indifference, though if he had a few more drinks in him he’d probably be trying to convince her to leave him. After a pause, he added, “Saw you and him together.”

“Oh, um, yeah, I guess I kind of am,” she said, smiling, and her brief hesitation and slight stutter made his heart flutter at the possibility — maybe she’s not. Rather than press on, Brady decided to ignore it and change the subject, making a mental note to dig deeper later. 

They talked easily — easier than Brady would have thought, considering he immediately morphed into a bumbling, babbling idiot whenever she was around — and he found her personality to be just as mesmerizing as her physical form; intelligent, quick-witted, and funny, with no small amount of sass. 

She was surprised that he remembered where she worked, and he brushed it off as just having a good memory, but in reality, he had already looked for her on social media, disappointed when he was unable to access her Instagram due to it being private. He stopped, though, when he realized he was being a stalker, and instead opted to pray to every god he could think of that he’d run into her again — obviously, it worked. He’d be sure to send a ‘thank you’ to each of them, maybe sacrifice a virgin or something.

When he went home that night, he was walking on clouds even despite watching her leave with Andrei. Just being around her lifted his soul, filling his heart with so much mush and gush he thought he might vomit if he weren’t so enamored with her.

You’re an idiot. Simping for a girl who’s dating your teammate.

At least that means she’ll be around a lot.

Yeah, falling in love with a girl who’s taken is going to go really well for you.

***********

Practice was grueling, enough to distract him temporarily from his daydreams, thoughts clouded for the last week with a whip of mahogany hair, flashes of a radiant smile, and infectious laughter. Drills repeated, over and over, until he was drenched in sweat, muscles burning and limbs aching.

The whistle came as a great relief to everyone, signaling the end of practice. After a short meeting, Rod sent everyone off to the locker room for much-needed showers. 

Brady was getting dressed after taking his time in the steam, the hot water soothing the ache in his muscles, when he heard Andrei talking about a date he had coming up. Brady craned his neck, trying to hear over the conversation next to him. “Yeah, she’s a ten, for sure. I met her on Hinge.”

“Nice, man.”

Brady casually walked up under the guise of tossing his gloves into the bin, and inserted himself in the conversation. “Who’s a rocket?”

Andrei pulled out his phone to show him the picture that he had just passed around the other guys to show off his date: Another pretty brunette with a sweet smile, the name ‘Ashley’ on her profile. She’s pretty, but she isn’t Ruby.

“I thought you were dating Ruby?”

Andrei laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, we just hook up sometimes. She’s just cool, so she hangs around with the guys, too.”

An enormous wave of relief washed over Brady as he processed the revelation that Ruby was single — SINGLE! — then, that relief quickly turned to frustration as he thought to himself that she deserved better than just a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship. He gave a nonchalant chuckle, nodding coolly to show he understood the dynamic.

You’re a professional athlete, of course you do casual flings and one night stands, he told himself. But in reality, he just wanted to take Ruby out on a date — or two, or three, or four, and kiss her pretty mouth and hold her soft hand and propose to her in a park and then get married on the beach somewhere —

Pump the brakes, buddy. You don’t even know her last name. Or have her phone number. Or know if she’s even interested in you. And you’re Andrei’s friend.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks — in the back of his head, he felt bad for his brain putting his poor heart through this onslaught of emotions. He was Andrei’s friend. He hadn’t known him long, but it was common bro-code — and definitely teammate-code — that you don’t fuck with (literally and figuratively) your bro’s girl.

But is it different if she’s a friends with benefits?

Brady sighed, forlorn, his ultimate high crashing to an ultimate low. If he was being realistic, he didn’t know why he was so enthralled with this girl he barely knew, something about her just drawing him to her like a moth to a flame, bewitching his entire being, and now the forbidden fruit was even more tempting than before. 

The chatter died down as more and more guys filed out, eager to have the next day off before a road trip. Brady took his time, mulling over his thoughts of the girl with the perfect smile, mentally preparing himself to say goodbye to all of his hopes of all that could be with her.

“You know that he wouldn’t care, right?” 

Brady looked up, the thought bubble around his head bursting at the sound of a voice: Jaccob’s. He was leaning against his stall, an eyebrow raised at Brady, having been watching him and his internal debate for the last five minutes.

“Who wouldn’t care? About what?” 

Jaccob rolled his eyes, entertained by his friend’s terrible attempt at confusion. “Don’t play dumb, man. It’s obvious you’ve got it bad for Ruby.”

Brady felt his cheeks turn hot at the blatant call out. “I don’t —“

“Don’t even try,” Jaccob held up his hands, interrupting him. “You only looked like you won the fucking Stanley Cup when you found out she was single.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter much now, does it? I can’t go for his girl,” Brady said, kicking at a tuft in the carpet. 

“Like I said, I know he wouldn’t care. It’s not that kind of relationship. It’s casual, and they really are just good friends who fuck sometimes. He knows a girl like her is only gonna be on the market for so long.”

Brady considered his words, internally agreeing that “a girl like her” was certainly special. 

“Honestly,” Jaccob piped up, “I think he’d be glad it was you, rather than someone else.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, man. Keep it in the circle.”

“Oh, fuck off.” 

***********

Three

How do you ask a girl for her number? 

It was such a simple question, just five words, yet somehow they were stumping Brady. It wasn’t that he was afraid she wouldn’t give it to him (Oh, God, what if she didn’t want to talk to him?), it was more about finessing the situation and finding the balance between suave and interested. He wanted her to know he was into her, but he didn’t want to seem desperate (though, if he was being honest with himself, he was a little bit desperate).

His conversation with Andrei, though he got the ‘approval’ he so desperately wanted, left him with a sense of frustration at the way Andrei spoke of their relationship, as if she was just an object that he granted permission to fuck. She was so much more than that— a person, a beautiful person, with thoughts, feelings, beliefs, ambitions, and so much more than her admittedly perfect ass.

(Still, against his own feminist musings, he had nearly choked on his own tongue when Andrei informed him that she had a mouth and knew how to use it.)

Brady spent an entire plane ride home contemplating the smoothest and the least creepy way he could casually bump into her. Raleigh was a big city, and he didn’t know the next time she’d be out with the team, or if he’d be able to get her alone to ask her. Besides, he wasn’t even sure he could wait that long now that he had the Bro Code Blessing.

Where did she like to hang out? What hobbies did she have? Who were her friends? He realized in a panic that he really knew nothing about the girl he had become so enamored with. All he knew is that she lived close to that coffee shop —

Which is how he found himself sitting alone at that same shop, seated in one of the soft arm chairs, taking his time to sip the latte he had opted for rather than his usual espresso. He had brought a book with him, though he had re-read the same line at least 10 times because he kept glancing up every time he heard the little bell on the door jingle when it opened, hoping she’d walk in.

You could have just asked Andrei for her number. He offered.

Yeah, but I need to work for it. I want her to want me to have it.

You’re so fucked.

It took three days of sitting in the same shop after practice, having read through 90% of his book and consumed enough coffee he was certain his stomach was now made of steel. He had given himself another 10 minutes before he packed up, and he almost didn’t hear the sound of the door as the grinder ran loudly as it opened.

In she walked, her phone to her ear, and Brady was thankful for her distraction so that he could situate himself once she got her coffee. His heart hammered in his chest just at the sight of her, trying to align the words in his brain so that they came out of his mouth in the correct order. 

“Ruby, hey,” he called once she had received her drink and turned towards him. Like the sly devil he was, he made sure to read his book and glance up ever-so-casually.

“Oh, hi, Brady!” she exclaimed, and his heart nearly burst at her excitement to see him. She shifted the drink in her hand before saying, “You had a good goal the other night.”

Another strike for his heart at the thought of her paying attention to not just his game, but him. He grinned, accepting the compliment, “Thanks. It felt good to get the first one out of the way.”

“Many more to come, I’m sure.”

“That’s the plan.”

“So, what are you doing here alone? I thought coffee was yours and Jaccob’s thing,” she asked, sitting down in the armchair next to him. His heart leapt at the action. 

“Oh, I just needed a quiet place that wasn’t my apartment,” he lied expertly; he had practiced this in the mirror so many times, it had almost become second nature. “This one has been my favorite so far.”

That part wasn’t a lie; it was his favorite, but not because of the coffee. She smiled at him knowingly, almost as if she knew the real reason this was his favorite shop, too.

“My friend, Sara, is a barista here,” she commented after a brief pause. “She said you’ve been sitting here for three days.”

Brady’s stomach sank with embarrassment, his face burning, as he laughed awkwardly, searching desperately for an excuse. “Oh, uh, yeah, I —“

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” she smiled, though his embarrassment didn’t wane — why hadn’t he thought of the barista? 

He took a sip of his drink, hoping to quell the awkwardness he felt, and he said, “I swear I’m not stalking you.”

“I know you’re not,” she assured, leaning forward to smile at him again. Then, she added, “Anyways, it’s cute.”

Brady had to cough to stop himself from spluttering his drink everywhere. “It is?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ve been hoping I might run into you somewhere.”

His heart flipped. “You have?”

She nodded. “I thought maybe you could teach me how to appreciate coffee. Real coffee, anyway,” she laughed, referencing her once again sugary beverage topped with whipped cream.

“I’d be honored,” Brady grinned. He was pretty positive that he could jump off the top floor of the skyscraper next door and have no problem flying. “I could use another friend in the city to show me the ropes, anyways. Believe it or not, I still have never had Bojangles, and everyone says it’s all the rage.”

She laughed, nodding in understanding. “Well, I’d be happy to help show you around. Be thankful you have a local expert, because Bojangles is good, but Cook Out is better.”

“My savior!” he joked. “I’ll start preparing for a cheat day now.”

They made small talk, and he was grateful for her ability to hold a conversation with ease, as it made it easier for him to focus on building his confidence to ask The Question. He fumbled over the words in his brain, swallowing them back down every time he came close. 

She’s not going to say no, idiot, just ask her.

“Could I get your number?” he finally managed to choke out, doing his best to exude an air of casualness, expressing that nope, he was not nervous in the slightest bit.

She smiled, along with a soft, “Yeah,” as he handed her his phone to type in a new contact. He was thankful for the few moments he could gaze at her face while she typed in her information, then she met his eyes as she handed it back to him.

“Thanks,” he replied, smiling sheepishly. 

“Guess it was worth sitting here for three days, huh?” she joked, and he decided to Fuck it, just embrace it, and he laughed along with her. 

“Definitely.”

It wasn’t until later, when he went to text her, that he noticed the ☕️🍗  emojis she had put next to her name. His lips curled into a smile at the quirk, as if he would ever have difficulty remembering who “Ruby” was.

***********

Four

The date was simple: Beers and dinner at a brewery. Brady didn’t want to do the ‘traditional’ fancy dinner with a movie; he wanted to talk to her and know her. And sitting across the table from her and getting the privilege of gazing at her gorgeous face (with permission!) certainly was an added bonus. Part of him debated offering a Bojangles-Cook Out combo, but he decided that could wait for Date #2.

Feeling awfully confident there, bud. Planning the second date already?

If there isn’t one, I’m probably going to disintegrate anyways.

And you say you’re not dramatic.

Ruby was cool and casual when he picked her up at her apartment, and he hoped his look reflected the same energy, despite the fact that he had spent far too long styling his hair, doing his best to ensure that not a single strand was left untamed. 

And, it turned out, his brewery selection was nothing short of perfect: It was a nice night, the string lights on the patio setting a sweet, romantic aura, and the heated lanterns by each table cast a blanket of warmth despite the cool April air. Of course, Brady didn’t really need it; between the beer and her gaze, he found himself pleasantly warm for most of the evening.

The environment, along with the good beer and casual setting, eased any nerves and encouraged easy conversation between them. He told her about his family back in Minnesota and how his passion for hockey outgrew his interest in football, and she shared her love for true crime stories, Pilates, and corporate change. She was just as interesting as he expected that she’d be, but she still managed to surprise him with her quick wit, captivating him by revealing just how many layers she truly had to her. He hoped he could uncover each one in time.

Still, two and a half hours outside in a North Carolina spring earned the two of them chilled fingers and toes, the few forgotten scraps remaining on their plates cold and hard. Brady didn’t even realize how much time had passed until she got up to use the restroom, and he glanced at his phone to realize it was past 9pm; with her, he found, he lost all concept of time. 

When she returned, though he was expecting it, his heart sank when she suggested that they should probably get going. He paid the tab, and the appreciation he received, along with a heartfelt smile, had him thinking to himself that he’d pay for everything if it meant she’d look at him that way forever. 

Relax, hot shot. She’s not your sugar baby.

But she could be.

You don’t even make that much money. Simmer down.

Back in the car, Brady settled into the driver’s seat, and handed her the aux cord. “You’re up, DJ Kemper.”

She giggled, plugging her phone in as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward her apartment. His heart began to race as he debated what lay ahead — the dreaded decision of Do I Kiss Her Or Not looming in front of him. Well, of course he wanted to, but he didn’t think he could handle being rejected after being completely charmed by her for the last three hours. One date and he was already hopelessly in love.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the beginning notes of a song start to play through the speaker, and she set her phone down to look at him, gauging his reaction.

“Eric Church, huh?” he asked, and she nodded excitedly.

“He’s one of my favorites!”

The casual talk continued as her music played softly in the background, and he tried to note each one as they came on, but found it difficult enough to focus on the drive when she was sitting in the passenger seat and far more interesting than the license plate of the car in front of him.

Pulling into the drive, his tongue instinctively darted out to wet his lips — just in case. He put the car in park, swallowing thickly before turning to her. 

“Do… d’you want to come inside?” she asked, and he thought he noticed the nervous quirk in her voice as she did so.

He nodded, trying to be somewhat cool, even though his heart was racing out of his chest at the idea. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

She smiled, pleased, and he turned off the car before following her into the building and into the elevator. He was sure she could sense his nervous energy, the palm of his hands getting dangerously sweaty as he prepared himself for what could possibly occur this evening.

“Just a forewarning,” she paused as she approached her door. “Niall is extremely friendly to strangers.”

“Niall? As in –”

“Niall Horan, yes, from One Direction,” she said, giving him a cheeky smile. “I went through a phase.”

“Trust me, I understand. I’m in love with Harry Styles,” he said, laughing.

“So I’ve heard,” she grinned.

“You have?”

“I may or may not have Googled you when you asked me out, and one thing led to another…”

Brady felt his cheeks go hot as his brain flashed to all of the evidence that was probably on the internet. He laughed, covering his face with his hands as he shook his head. “Oh my God, that is mortifying. I think I’ll see myself out.”

She joined in his laughter, saying, “Niall will be so disappointed not to meet such a big fan.”

‘Friendly’ was an understatement to the excitement Brady was met with as she unlocked her door, the four-legged pile of love bounding out and jumping all over him, greeting him enthusiastically.

The pair shuffled their way into the entrance of the apartment — with Niall following along eagerly. Despite being lovingly attacked by a 85 pound dog, Brady took note of the neat rack by the door that she set her keys, purse, and jacket on before toeing her shoes off, setting them neatly on their shelf.

He followed her further into the apartment as his eyes did their best to consume everything in sight; the color-coded bookshelf, the gallery wall of artistic paintings, the plants sitting in the windowsill. It was simple, yet warm and welcoming — just like her.

She stepped around the small island in the kitchen, gesturing to the fridge, “Can I get you something to drink? I was thinking I’d have a glass of Pinot Noir.”

“Wine is good,” he nodded, watching her small hands pluck a bottle off of the rack she had sitting on the counter. Brady scratched Niall’s ears, hoping to distract the dog from the way he gazed at his mom’s ass as she stood on her tiptoes to retrieve two wine glasses from her neat cupboards. Briefly, he wondered if she had tidied up with the intention of inviting him in, or if she was simply this neat all the time. Both options, he thought, were equally endearing. Or maybe it was just her.

Ruby led Brady to the dark gray couch in the living room, sitting across from him as she sipped her wine. Brady mimicked her, grateful for the slight blanket the beverage would offer him now that he was in her home.

Conversation continued to flow, as did the wine; another glass for each had them both pleasantly warm, teetering on tipsy. He was over the moon at the seemingly natural connection he felt they had made, avoiding most of the usual ‘awkward’ moments that one experiences on a first date. She was conversational, and she filled in any spaces that might otherwise have been uncomfortable; something he was extremely grateful for as a person who tended to be slightly on the shy side. 

Whether it was the wine, or just his proximity to her enchanting presence — or maybe a mix of both — Brady found himself drawing closer to her, almost hypnotized by the flush in her cheeks and the warmth he could feel radiating off of her. For the first time, other than a brief touch on the small of her back and the slip of her hand past his as she took the aux cord from him, he reached out to touch her, brushing the hair out of her face.

The intimacy of the act hit him smack in the chest, unsure if it was too much too soon, but she looked up at him shyly and smiled. Brady could feel his lips literally itching to touch hers, and he felt his heart leap when her eyes darted to his lips as he wet them with his tongue.

“Can I —“ he began, then swallowed the nerves in his system, “Can I kiss you?”

Perhaps it was his nerves, or just his hopeless infatuation with her, but the smile she offered nearly blew him away as she said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

He smiled back, before taking the hand that was still in her hair and gently cupping her face. His eyes closed shortly after hers did as he leaned in, the electricity between their lips almost enough to shock him. 

Brady thought his heart was actually going to jump out of his throat as their lips touched, fireworks exploding in his chest. He thought he heard her suck in a breath, extending their kiss into more like a combination of three or four kisses. 

He had already made up his mind that he didn’t want to stop kissing her, ever, but he pulled back just slightly to catch a breath, and was pleased when she leaned back in to claim his lips again. She was soft and warm and the faint taste of the wine on her lips had to be the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life.

Brady was content to keep kissing her like this forever, but was also perfectly fine when he felt her tongue briefly reaching out against his lips, ready to deepen the kiss. They made out like this for a few moments, his hand still gently cupping her face as she inched closer to him on the couch. Between her lips, the floral scent of her perfume, and the wine, he was positively dizzy, slipping into a dreamy fog of desire and allure.

“Is this too fast?” he mumbled against her lips, unwilling to pull himself away from her despite knowing he should pause to allow both himself and her to consider the options.

“No, this is good — really good,” she breathed, pulling him back in to press his lips to hers once more. He ignored the flutter of his heart at the action, instead opting to reach his hand tentatively out to her hip, the warmth of her body sending waves up his fingers and directly into his heart. 

Brady was hesitant to push it further, afraid to test the limits and ruin everything, but the way she kissed him was overwhelming. He couldn’t get enough of her lips, her tongue, her mouth, her hands on him, the distant hope that she was feeling the same.

She’s sucking your face off; I think she likes you, too, idiot.

Once again, she surprised him by taking the reins and sitting up without detaching her mouth from his, sliding one leg over his waist so that she was straddling him. Brady took this as a sign that he was okay to move his hands, placing one on each hip and holding her in place.

He prayed to every god above to help him control the raging erection he already had, because while he desperately wanted to fuck her, he also wanted this to be so much more than that, and he was afraid to ruin the dynamic by moving to the bedroom too quickly. He shifted slightly, in a subtle attempt to make sure he wasn’t embarrassingly poking her with it.

And then she let out the tiniest moan against his lips, and Brady knew he was done for. If he wasn’t uncomfortably hard before, any remaining blood left shot straight to his groin, and he prayed that she would stop herself, because he knew he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to. 

To distract himself, Brady busied himself by moving his lips down to her jaw, kissing her skin and allowing himself to suck gently on the tender spot of her neck. Her hands ran through his hair, sending shivers down his spine, and she let out another small breath at the feeling. 

But just like that, he wanted his lips back on hers, desiring to swallow the delicious sounds she was emitting, and he pulled away from the mark he had created in favor of returning to kiss her. She was intoxicating, and now he was certain he was drunk solely on her, wine be damned. 

When she pulled back, face flushed and eyes bright, she rested her forehead against his as she caught her breath, smiling. Brady smiled back, unable to convey just how truly happy he was in that moment — ecstatic, jubilant, elated all didn’t seem to cut it. 

“I like kissing you,” she giggled, connecting her lips to his once again as if to prove a point — that she felt the spark, too.

“Don’t want you to think that’s all I want,” he mumbled against her mouth, not really able to fully commit to pulling away from her.

Ruby paused, pulling back for real, and Brady felt like he could fucking breathe again now that her tempting lips weren’t inches away from his. She looked him in the eye, shaking her head, “I know you don’t. I can tell you’re different from the others.”

“From Andrei?”

She smiled, looking down as her hand sought his, intertwining their fingers together. “You don’t need to worry about my relationship with Andrei.”

He must have frowned, her answer worrying him slightly, because she followed up with, “It’s not like that, I promise. I don’t like him like that.”

Brady nodded, trusting her not just because he wanted to, but because he felt like he couldn’t have done anything otherwise with the way her eyes felt like they were looking into his soul, and God, did he want to know hers. 

“I know this isn’t exactly first date etiquette, but… D’you want to stay the night?” she asked sheepishly as she picked a dog hair off of his shirt. “We could watch a movie — just watch a movie.”

“You’re not trying to Netflix and chill?” he joked, missing her body heat as she shifted off of his lap. He was thankful for the serious turn in their conversation, firstly for the sake of getting some clarity, but also to allow his raging boner time to settle down. He certainly wouldn’t complain if she did want to chill, but he was also perfectly satisfied to hold her in his arms all night, too.

“Don’t want you to think that’s all I want,” she winked. 

***********

Five 

It was a rare Sunday at home, coach having given everyone the day off before a road trip, and, naturally, Brady spent the night at Ruby’s, opting to soak up as much extra time with her as he could before he left. It had been several weeks since their first date, and while he was getting used to the feeling of kissing her, he was nowhere near adjusting to her adorable, sleepy smile first thing in the morning. It was irresistibly sexy to him, and nothing, he was certain, compared to waking up with her in his arms, the feel of her skin against his, or the delicious and pleasant ache of his muscles after a night of the best sex he’d ever had.

At the risk of sounding cliche, everything had happened so perfectly, like he was starring in a movie that he didn’t know he was in. It was all so natural, not forced, that by the third date he was ready to give her a key to his place and empty a drawer in his dresser for her (his — and Jaccob’s — better judgment was to keep that to himself, though he did have a spare key made just in case the moment ever felt right).

Ruby stirred in his arms, stretching, nuzzling her face into his chest. His heart melted into mush, before bursting into butterflies when she sidled up, pressing her lips against the skin of his neck. Desire instantly flooded through him like it did every time — something else he was sure he’d never get used to. 

The feeling of her soft breasts against his chest, and the slight roll of her hips against his, always had him achingly hard in seconds, the heat of her lips making him ready to go. Still, he loved to cherish the slowness and stillness of the morning, managing to control himself enough for a steamy make out session beneath the sheets. It was easy to do, feeling her arousal dripping off of her in waves as he did his best to show her how badly he wanted her through the passion of his kiss, hands lazily exploring the curves of her body. 

Truthfully, he couldn’t get enough of her. He found himself longing for games to be done so he could get home to her sooner, yearning to be with her even when he had just left her apartment. He was glad, in a way, that his job forced him to be out of town often enough that he wouldn’t overdo it and spend too much time with her so that she’d get sick of him.

He should’ve seen it coming; it was obvious, really, when he looked back, that he had fallen for her hard, but it wasn’t until that fateful morning that it struck him. 

After a morning stroll through the park and a pit-stop for espressos — a feat that Brady was proud to say she was learning, though she still had to add sugar — Niall was snoozing against a pillow on the other side of the couch, snoring softly, as Brady lounged on the couch scrolling his phone while SportsNet played highlights on the television. He was in the middle of half-listening to the analysts discussing the playoff race when he heard a clang in the kitchen, along with a soft curse.

Padding around the dividing wall, he was met with the sight of his girlfriend, face and arms covered in bits of dry pancake batter. A bowl half-full of wet batter lay on the floor, the remains of the mixture splattered across the cupboard, all over the floor, and on Brady’s old Gophers shirt she sported. Niall was quick to help the cleanup, lapping up the batter on her legs, and she burst into laughter while he enjoyed his surprise snack.

“What happened?”

She recovered from her giggles, falling into another fit before taking a breath and looking up at him, tears brimming in her eyes from laughter. “I’m such an idiot.”

Brady raised an eyebrow at her, pulling her up to her feet when her hand reached out for his.

“I was performing a dance routine to the *NSYNC song that was on, and I slipped,” she explained, wiping her eyes. Brady couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at her story, only wishing that he had been there to see it. He looked at her, wearing his t-shirt, covered in flour and batter, with her sleepy Sunday smile and hair pulled into a messy bun on her head, and he thought to himself that she’d never looked more beautiful. 

“I love you,” he blurted out, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth, and he registered a moment of shock that they actually did.

She blinked at him, amused, sensing that he didn’t really mean to say that out loud.

“Is that so?” she teased, and if it weren’t for the glint in her eyes, his heart would have sank through his stomach because why didn’t she say it back?

Brady cleared his throat, swallowing thickly, as if the action would make the feeling disappear. It didn’t. He looked at her and repeated, “Yeah. I love you. God, I love you. I’ve loved you from the first second I saw you in the coffee shop.”

“You waited in that coffee shop for three days for me,” she quirked an eyebrow. “I sure hope you love me.”

Brady was quiet, silently plummeting closer to the edge of a nervous breakdown, heart suddenly hammering in his chest. He watched as she sidled up to him, then grinned before stepping on her toes to bring her lips to his mouth. She lingered, not kissing him the way he wanted, but it was worth it when he heard her whisper, “I love you, too.”

So, pancake batter be damned, Brady pulled her into his arms and kissed her fully, unable to contain the smile he had against her mouth. He couldn’t even be bothered to complain when that pancake batter got into his hair or on his face; to have her in his arms made it all worth it.

And, when he left for his road trip the next day, his heart was simultaneously light and heavy — disappointed to be leaving her, but over the moon that he had not only found love, but fell into it with the most beautiful girl on the planet. And while he missed her desperately on his road trips, he made sure to visit a local coffee shop in each city he went to, because no matter how far away he was, he could always feel her love within a warm mug of espresso and whipped cream.

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tell me you love me - kevin hayes

kevin hayes x reader (blurb)

warnings: mention of sex, the beginning to the end of the frat boys

word count: 560

i never write blurbs or anything short but i was feeling soft for mr hayes and i wanted to write something </3

the move to philly from new york was hard, but what was even harder was the time from when he was in winnipeg to when he moved to philly.

i had lived with him , living out of his bedroom when he had lived with jimmy and brady. they didn’t seem to mind my presence and i didn’t mind theirs either but once kevin had gotten traded, there was a looming fear amongst everyone as brady moved out to live with gracia and with just jimmy, he didn’t want to live alone, he moved.

gracia and brady graced me with a room to stay in until me and kevin had it worked out. i knew i didn’t want to settle somewhere new in new york if i was going to mode to winnipeg to be with kevin, but when he signed with philly, all of our plans changed again and i was moving away from the family i had formed in new york with the rangers and the wags that accompanied them. the time in new york alone though was hard because even though i had brady, even though i had gracia and jimmy and chris and mika.. i had matt and fox, smith, and fast. it wasn’t the same. the love and support and people that had me and kevin’s back felt like nothing without kevin’s loud mannerisms, annoying chewing, crewed wake-up calls when he had to pee after sex. i missed staring at his hair , all messy after his game shower after i had convinced him to begin growing it out again.. he said when he had signed with philly he’d grow it out again. i missed his overly confused look on his face when he was only somewhat stumped. he always looked like he had something on his mind, or if he was just out of it, no in between. and his goofy smile was what made it so hard to not see him everyday.

“baby, i’m signing with philly..”

were probably the best 5 words i had heard in a while and when he told brady, i could tell he was happy he’d finally have his home back even though it meant that i would have to leave.

kevin’s new apartment in philly was small at least compared to the old apartment. it would fit the two of you and a dog or a cat perfectly, while there was also a spare bedroom for family or guests. but when i first walked in, i didn’t care about the home or the quality or the bed i’d lay my head in at night, i cared about kevin who had walked in behind me, wrapping his arms around me to push his face into my neck.

“i missed you so much.” his voice sounded broken as i turned around in his hold so i could catch his eyes. they were dark and tired.

“i missed you too baby..” i brought my arms up around his neck, pulling him close as our lips met. “i love you so much… so so much.”

he pulled away from the kiss, pushing his chin on my shoulder, before turning it to kiss my neck again, gently inhaling, trying to get the smell of the perfume he remembered, in his senses “i love you too..” he mumbled.

his tall frame awkwardly held me until he picked me up, taking me to the bedroom we intended to share. he laid me down and dove into bed next to me, holding me close. being tangled in bed with him was all that i wanted…