-Brayden Elliot x fem!pairskater!reader
Plot: When Brayden gets punched too many times to count by a hockey player, you help clean him up.
Warnings/plot info: pair skaters, bruises, cuts, blood, bloody nose, soft Brayden, only nice to her trope, friends since childhood, touchy w/ one another, hockey players, hockey player harasses reader, pair skaters since childhood, NOT PROOFREAD!!!
a/n: okkkkkkaaaayyyy I hope yall like it đŤđŤ đ¤ Brayden is sooooooo my man. If there are any mistakes i apologizeâŚ.
You knew as soon as the hockey walked up to you that there would be an issue. Brayden walked away to get you both drinks, and as soon as he did it was not long until someone had their arm around your shoulder. It was the annual Russo bonfire. You have never been, because you and Brayden had just decided to skate with the infamous team.
âSoâ the boy starts, dramatically stretching then putting his arm over your shoulders. Looking at him you cannot help but cringe, his beard did not compliment is features, his hair was too long for your liking, and his smug expression gave you the creeps. You move over to make space between you and the boy. âYou ice dance, and I play hockey so you know itâs pretty perfectâŚ.for us two to you knowâ he smiles hoping you would catch on to the hint. Of course you catch on, but acting clueless would buy you time until Brayden got back.
Shaking your head you say âno, I donât knowâ scooting over more to create distance. He chuckles, bringing his other hand to hold one of yours. Uncomfortable at his actions, you pull your hand away, then knock his arm off your shoulders.
âOh come onâ the boy begs wrapping his arm around you once more. Taking your hands, you push him a little on the chest trying your get him off of you. Your eyes are scanning the bonfire area looking for Brayden. Anxiety bubbles in your stomach the same way it does before a huge competition.
âUmâ your breath hitches in your throat, worrying about what to do. The hockey player is the only thing you are focused on now. His breathing, the way his leg bounces, and when it does it hits your own.
âHey y/n are you okayâ Riley asks, pulling you away from your own mind. âRiley, whereâs Braydenâ your breath was unsteady, scanning the area once more. Riley looks between the two of you, she then reaches down to grab your hand. âHere, I just saw himâ she smiles, ushering you towards the drink station as quickly as possible.
âThanks Rileyâ you thank, sending a kind smile her way. Your breathing starts to steady, and your hands stop shaking. âNo problem, that guy is a total creep. AlsoâŚ.Brayden is not over here, I just said that so you could get away from himâ she whispers towards your ear.
Looking over at her your smile becomes even wider, pulling her into a side hug. âThank you thank you thank you, he was a total creep wasnât heâ Riley lets out a laugh, nodding her head, âa total one.â
âIâve been meaning to ask you about Brayden. Are you guys like a thing or really close friends?â
This question will always be a valid one, but you never know how to answer it. You and Brayden are not together, but sometimes it feels like you two are not friends either. Instead there is a spark, a spark that does not go unnoticed.
âFriends, weâve been partners for years. So, we have the connect-â
Suddenly you are cut off by several gasps, cheers, and applause. âHoly shit is that Braydenâ Riley asks already turned around to assess the situation. Turning around you see Brayden punching the hockey boy square in the face.
The hockey player comes back up and slams Brayden back in the face. Then lands a good few punches to his ribs. Cringing every time it happens you find yourself running toward the circle all the people have created around the two fighters. Your jaw is practically on the ground, as you watch them.
Hockey boy punches Brayden in the face causing a bloody nose. Then Brayden throws a fist at the hockey players eye hitting him exactly where he was aiming. âWatch outâ Freddie says, gently pushing you to the side.
âFreddieâ Riley exclaims next to you. Freddie tryâs to separate the two men, but before he even got close enough another hockey player pulls him back. Brayden gets pushed on his back, and the player socks him in the face. Brayden lands a punch to the side of the creep, before a cop carâs lights flash over the area. The hockey player stands, while another yells to run. Everyone around you scatters, leaving you behind with Brayden on the ground. At this particular moment you did not care about the cops, or that stupid hockey player. You cared about him.
Your legs move quickly, kneeling down beside him. âHeyâ he chuckles sitting up, blood flowing out of him nose. âBrayden what the hellâ you say hitting his shoulder gently. His hands go up to his nose, touching the blood, before pulling his hand back to see the red liquid. âDonât touch itâ your order comes out harsh, and intense.
âIâm fine, y/nâ he groans, grabbing ahold on your arm to steady himself. He does not look fine at all. He already has a bruised eye, his nose was bleeding, his jaw is already red, and swelling. A gentle hand comes to touch his face, he winces in pain at your touch. âYou donât look fineâ you mention reaching your hand out to help him stand.
âFuckâ he hisses leaning against you for stability, the cop is gone, along with everyone else. So, you two slowly but surely make your way back to the Russo home.
Shutting the bathroom door, you pat the marble counter telling Brayden to hop on. He does not protest, he never does with you. Your eyes meet his, âwhat happened?â
He takes a deep breath watching as you grab a wash cloth and dampen it with warm water. âItâs nothingâ he sniffles, trying to get the blood flow to stop. You stand in between his legs, gently tapping the blood off his face. The both of you are use to this, it is not the first time you had to clean up his cuts. It has been five years of partnership, so, he has definitely run his mouth too many times to count.
He winces, grabbing ahold of your waist. These are the times where you get confused about the relationship between the two of you. He is touchy, and for a long time you figured it was just his thing. However, it turns out that he only holds you in a soft, gentle way. Unfortunately you have witnessed him with other women on total accident, but his touch with them is harsh, needy. You obviously could not see much more, before you quickly got out of the room. So, you always wonder if he turns gentle with time.
His eyes lock with yours, and his hand comes up to move a piece of hair away from your face. Then, his hand goes down to hold your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone gently. Your free hand comes up to move his platinum blonde hair away from his black eye so you can get a good look at it. âDid he make you uncomfortableâ he whispers, eyes searching your face. You go back to cleaning off his face, almost done.
âYou saw thatâ you question, sighing from embarrassment. Heat travels up your neck, causing your cheeks to become a bright pink. It is silent for a moment as you place the washcloth down. âLook at me, and stop worrying about my faceâ Brayden orders, bringing both hands back to your waist. So, you listen, look up at him. âI was going to run up to you as soon as it saw you, but Riley got to you first. But he was still looking at you like you were something he could take, so I punched him.â
âBray you donât need to do that, I was fineâ
He scoffs, âno you werenât, I know you better than anyone else. So donât try to tell me that you were okay.â All you could respond with was a nod because you knew he was right. He was always right when it came to you.
Clearing your throat you gesture for him to take off his shirt. His hands come off of you and you feel a chill. Suddenly everything is cold, your arms have goosebumps, along with your legs. His touch was always hot against your skin. The shirt gets thrown on the floor, his face covered in pain. Your eyes look down, he has a pretty good bruise forming on his right ribs, and one form on his lower abdomen.
âOh Braydenâ you whisper now realizing just how much pain he is currently in. Your hand reaches to graze this blue and purple skin. Braydenâs hand wraps around your wrist wanting to be in control of your touch. âIt doesnât hurtâ he claims, trying to make you feel better, but his words donât help. Of course it hurts, you knew it did, and you felt like it was all your fault.
âHey donât be, Iâm fine, okay donât worry about itâ he assures âit was my choice to punch the guy, okay?â
Nodding you reply with a simple âokay,â Brayden shifts off the counter. Standing tall in front of you before pulling you into a hug. Your arms naturally move to around his neck, while his find their way to your waist, holding you securely. His hand gently rubs your back in a comforting manner.
âYouâre too good to me y/nâ
You are quick to shake your head âsomeone had to care for you.â He chuckles, âyeah, and Iâm glad itâs you.â Wrapping his arms tighter, he hold you with care. Wanting to be as close to you as possible.
Although he will never admit it, you keep him stable, content with every crazy problem that has come his way. âWell I need to make sure my partner stays healthyâ you joke hugging him tight.
âDo you want to come to my roomâ he asks, you two often shared a room. It was something that your old coaches made you do. For a while, you two hated one another so, your coaches made you two share rooms at every competition while everyone else got to pick their roommates. After some time you did not mind, and he did not either. Secrets were shared, along with very heavy details.
As soon as the words are spoken, you both pull away, then walk out of the bathroom. Braydenâs hand is perfectly holding yours when he walks toward his room. Mimi spots you, and you give her a shrug acting like it is totally normal. It was normal. To you. Not to Mimi. So, her jaw drops quickly pulling out her phone to text someone.
Brayden pulls you into his room, securely shutting the door.
