Word Count: 1802
Player: Brady Skjei (New York Rangers)
feat. Jimmy Vesey (New York Rangers)
Warning/s: catcall mention
“Hey babe.”, you greeted quietly.
It took you your best not to sound as miserable as you felt. You knew, that if Brady got wind of how shitty you were feeling, he would worry. And a worried Brady was something you didn’t want to be the cause of. You hated it when he worried about you too much.
“Hi. Are you getting ready?”, Brady asked, a big smile on his face.
He had just finished practice. Next on his schedule was your regular lunch date, which he had been looking forward to. Brady noticed the glances and shit eating grins of his teammates, but he had become a master at ignoring them.
It had been a lot worse when you first started dating.
It was literally chirping everywhere you went. After a couple of months it had died down, but the chirping never really disappeared although you had been dating for some time now.
Kreids winked at Brady as he left the locker room, but Brady just shook his head accompanied a roll of his eyes.
“Actually I’m calling because of that.”, you carefully started.
“What do you mean? Something wrong?”
"I was just… wondering if we could maybe reschedule lunch together?”, you asked.
Brady didn’t reply for a second, making you wonder if your words had sounded different than you wanted them to be perceived. Maybe it all came out wrong.
“I know you have a hectic schedule and that you’ve been looking forward to this. I’m sorry! Just forget it. I’m just- I had a really shitty day. I don’t want to ruin your day with my bad mood.”, you quickly added.
“No, it’s okay. Want to tell me what happened?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it. Thank’s for understanding, though.”
You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Relieved, about the fact that you wouldn’t ruin his night. Maybe he could hang out with Ves or something and you could make it up to him somehow?
“Are you okay though? You don’t sound so good.”, Brady wondered.
“What do you mean?”, you lied. Even you could hear that your voice was quiet and heavy. Brady had to notice!
“You sound a little off.”, he explained.
“It’s just- ugh I’m not really feeling well. Bad day, that happens. It’s nothing really.”, you insisted, trying to shrug it off. Maybe if you could convince Brady that it was nothing, you would actually believe it too.
Brady hummed something that sounded like he understood what you meant and wouldn’t pursue the topic further. Secretly though, he was making a mental note to text Ves that he would go to your place instead of home. You heard the frown out of his words, as Brady got in his car and shut the door.
“Thanks for being okay with rescheduling. I’ll call you later?”
“Yeah. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Whoever it is, go away!”, you complained.
The consistent knocking on your door stopped, but only for a moment. Relief got replaced by frustration. Why couldn’t you just be left alone to mope in your room?
“I said go away.”, you added, slightly annoyed.
You had expected your roommate to check up on you, but instead, Brady peeked into your room. He scanned over you - or rather your curled up body under your blanket - before he closed the door behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he settled on the bed in front of you. He rested his head on the same pillow as you, quietly observing you before he started to speak.
“Baby?”, he asked.
“What?”, you growled.
Brady was always making you feel better. You couldn’t be annoyed with him or mad at him, especially not because he was making his puppy dog eyes at you. He knew damn well that you couldn’t resist those.
“Why are you feeling bad?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”, you muttered, burying your head in the pillow.
But instead of leaving it alone, Brady wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. He started playing with a streak of your hair, planning how to proceed. He knew you too damn well. Sometime’s he had to force your feelings out of you because you would just bottle them up until they became too much. You just refused to talk about it so you wouldn’t have to deal with them.
“Tell me. It will make you feel better. So talk and afterward we stay in and order pizza.”, he insisted.
“And cuddle?”, you asked hopefully.
Brady raised one of his eyebrows at you, rolling his eyes.
“No, of course not. You have to sit at least a feet away from me.”, he joked sarcastically.
“You’re cute when you try to sound sarcastic.”, you grinned.
“Why thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself. Now stop avoiding the topic and tell me so I can help you feel better. You’re just trying to distract me with compliments.”, he smirked.
“It’s nothing really. I just had a stressful day and then something else happened that made me feel really gross and stupid.”
Brady frowned, pushing the strand of hair behind your ear. Instead, he rested his hand on your waist.
“What stupid thing?”
“Do I have to tell you?”
“Yes, you have to. Because it’s making you feel gross aka it’s a problem.”
A deep sigh escaped your lungs, but you gave in to your boyfriend’s request and thought about where to start.
“I told you about the Rangers guy in one of my classes, right?”
“Yeah, some random guy that always wears Ranger’s merch and talks about hockey non-stop. You mentioned that he’s acting like he knows more about hockey than everyone.”
“Yeah, well. He’s a jerk. He saw me wearing your Rangers sweatshirt a couple of weeks ago and ever since then, he’s always hitting on me. Maybe he thinks we’re soulmates because we’re both Rangers fans or something. He’s literally always waiting in the parking lot after class to get me to talk to him. So today my roommate and I parked somewhere else and he waited in the usual spot. And he just… he catcalled me.”, you pressed out your face a grimace.
Brady furrowed his brows, but he didn’t say anything.
“I know that for some guys that’s nothing big, but it really fucking is. And I just feel gross because of it. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. So I planned on staying in this blanket the whole day until you showed up.”, you quickly explained.
“No, I get it. It’s totally not fine. I really want to kick his ass right now. Sorry, he did that.”
“You’d win. He’s pathetic.”, you muttered.
Brady smiled at you, but you could see that his brain was working on something.
“I don’t like that look on your face. It looks like you are planning something.”, you smiled.
“Don’t worry. Forget about that asshole. Let’s just cuddle.”
“Not so fast, Skjei. You promised me pizza.”
“Are you ready for Rangers Guy?”, your roommate asked when you left the building.
You had just finished class and stayed back to hand in a paper, but sure enough, the guy was in his usual spot right next to your car. He was waiting for you, as always. Damn, why couldn’t he just leave you alone? A part of you wished he would just accept the fact you had a boyfriend (like you had told him countless of times). The other part just wanted to smack him in the face for making you feel bad.
“As ready as I can be.”, you muttered.
Your roommate was giving you a grimace, her eyes full of pity. She knew what it felt like to be catcalled and that guy was just flat out annoying to every girl in class.
At least you weren’t alone as you made your way to the parking lot. Rangers Guy had his eyes focused on you, trying not to seem obvious while staring at you. You, on the other hand, were looking around, to your car, your roommate, the ground, everything so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact.
“Hey Y/n.”, another voice called out.
Your eyes snapped up at the familiar sound. They met the ones of Rangers Guy. But when you allowed them to scan over the parking lot, a grin spread on your face.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Rangers Guy smiling two, only for his smile to fade when you started running and ran right past him.
Brady had a shit eating grin on his face, as he gave you a little wave. He was standing a little behind your car, Ves next to him with an amused look on his face.
“Oh my goodness.”, you grinned, stopping in Brady’s arms that had been eagerly waiting to engulf you in a warm hug.
He had been waiting for you, and you were very aware that he had been waiting for you in earshot of Rangers Guy.
“Brady! Ves! What are you doing here?”, you asked in surprise.
You hugged both of them before Brady pulled you into a kiss and wrapped his arms around you. He had his hands placed on your lower back, very close to you butt.
“What? I can’t pick up my beautiful and super smart girlfriend?”
“We’re here to escort you. We’ve been ordered to lunch and the order included you.”, Ves explained.
“By the Captain. Kaylee and Falan miss you, apparently. So you’re coming with us.”
“Mac ordered you to lunch? What the hell did you guys do?”
“Nothing!”, Brady insisted, causing you to focus your attention back to him.
He gave you another kiss before he looked over your shoulder, sending Rangers Guy a look that was easily understandable.
Leave her alone.
“Nikky, can you drive my car home?”, you asked your roommate.
“Sure. Have fun with the boys.”, she grinned, catching the keys that you tossed over to her.
“Nice shirt. By the way, what did we say about stealing hoodies?”, Brady commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“That I can take them as often as I want because I look good in them and they are comfy?”, you joked, a little bit of guilt in your voice.
“Okay, Imma let that pass. Now let’s go, I’m hungry and Ves has been whining about food nonstop.”