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I DIED

Via Tik-Tok @/thatnyrangergirl.

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the way he has to get down.... HELLO

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crying screaming oml

new matt pic dropped i cried. my friend got a video of me rocking back and forth

creds @nyrangers on insta

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Quinn, oh, how I’ve missed your insanely pretty face. 🥹

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↳ JACK HUGHES SHOWS OFF HIS FLOW FOR GREAT CLIPS

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UGH i think im in love?

3 pieces of sweet tart with caramel and chocolate covered coffee beans

Little Quick - M. Rempe

v' bakery pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You and Matt ended things between each other after summer just to later discover that he was seeing his teammate's daughter with whom he had to live now warning: none note: i've had this idea in my head for really long time so for the story, Quick had a kid in high school

It was a casual fling for you and Matt. You two met each other through friends and this immediately worked. Openly, both of you agreed on a fwb relationship because no one wanted to go into a relationship. You were focusing on getting your degree and Matt was focusing on hockey. It was a fun summer for both of you. 

Little did he know that he’ll see you every single day from now. When the New York Rangers called him up to the team from Hartford, he knew that he’s gonna be living with Quick and his family. That was their mutual agreement. The minute he returned from training, he spotted you sitting in the living room and helping you siblings with homework. 

You heard the steps behind and you turned around to see Matt with his training bag. Before you could say anything, your dad spoke. 

“Y/N meet Matt, he’s gonna be living with us while he’s playing in the team” Quick said and you smiled not knowing what to do. “Matt, this is my oldest daughter Y/N. You didn’t meet her last year because she was in Europe on student exchange” Matt waived awkwardly at you. 

Thankfully for both of you, Rangers had a week-long roadie so you didn’t have to see him and he didn't have to see you. At the same time, you two knew that you have to talk about this and sort things out so it doesn’t look suspicious. It was tough because your mom could sense the tension but you were saying that it’s nothing. 

When Matt returned home, you ignored him as much as you could. You knew you had to talk with him but you didn’t want to. You enjoyed his company in summer and some feeling showed up towards him. You tried to act like it’s nothing but his presence in your house was telling you otherwise. 

Matt desperately wanted to talk with you. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in your own house but you were making up excuses all the time. In his head, he was thinking about the sensual relationship you two shared in summer. He regretted nothing, only the fact that he didn’t know who your father was. 

On Sunday, you had a family dinner with Matt. It was an awkward situation between you two and everyone could tell it that you don’t like him and he doesn’t like you. This was far from the truth. Both of you shared feelings for each other but after summer, you two stopped talking thinking that this would save us from the relationship none of you wanted to be in. 

Knowing that you can’t ignore him any longer, after everyone became busy, you dragged Matt to your bedroom to have the long avoided conversation. 

“We need to learn how to act with each other” You spoke when you closed the door.

“Okay, how?” Matt asked you.

“Well, I don’t know but we need to stop acting suspicious around my parents” You sighed. 

“I’m afraid it’s not gonna be an easy task” Matt took a step closer towards you “I still remember the way you taste” He whispered to you. You closed your eyes and looked down.

“Matt… we can’t” You said with hurt in your voice.

“Why?” You didn't answer him. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t want this” You looked at him but no words came from your mouth. “That’s what I thought” 

“What do you expect? You want to sneak out and act like teenagers? C’mon we’re adults. It’s ridiculous” You protested.

“I would say, let’s just try and see what’s gonna happen. If this will work, we would have to tell anyway” Matt proposed. You were thinking about this for a minute. 

“Fine but if we get caught up, I’m blaming you and you’re the one to explain this to my dad” You said with a serious tone. 

“Everything’s gonna be fine. Trust me. He won’t find out” Matt replied and leaned down to kiss you. 

What you two didn’t know was the fact that your parents already suspected that there’s something between you and Matt. They weren’t that clueless like you two thought. When you two sneaked out after the dinner, your parents followed you and were standing behind the doors, listening closely to the conversation.

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realist fucking shit

Via X @/jonmoxIeys.

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THIS. UGH YES

I see you watching the rangers grill. ever thought about writing for remps? I wonder what you think of him :)

matt rempe as a boyfriend

warnings: lots of fluff. suggestive references but no smut or anything. um also poor editing LOL.

a/n: loveeeee him. send more asks bc i'm into blurbs hella rn. ily.

so I actually was so curious and I checked his chart

not that these are really based on reality but you know

I want to see

because I feel like from what I’ve seen he’s soooo sweet

and just as I thought

both sun n mars in cancer

so like

Matt is the sweeeeetest you guys

and I feel like you can tell even from the way he speaks in general

let alone the way he speaks to YOU

he tends to be more reserved a little more quiet

as we’ve seen

most times I’ve seen that kid speak he can’t even keep eye contact

so imagine with someone he LIKES

that being said

he’s definitely a love at first sight guy

when he first sees you he’s just so infatuated immediately

lowkey he doesn’t know what to do

his first instinct is to hide and Observe From A Distance

but he’s just so drawn to you

he most definitely stares and everyone (including you) most definitely notices

and this doesn’t stop even when he becomes your bf

very visual very much into Staring

but it takes a loooong time before you guys start dating

he’s very cautious very standoffish at first. he really has to get to know you

and that’s easy he’s just soooo curious and so interested in you

Matt definitely plays the long game

before y’all start dating things do get in the way for him like

he’s definitely possessive if he likes you

it's an internal battle for him

because he feels so strongly about you and just wants to go for it

but he HAS to check all his boxes he has to wait

lowkey likes to torture himself a lil bit in that way too

but anyways. Possessive

it comes off as like I Want to Make Sure You’re Safe

but it’s sooo much more than that

he just wants you to be His

and when you are he wants everyone to see that and especially

he wants to feel that more than anything

and that’s Matt

he feels SO deeply

he’s not scared of his emotions

but they most often keep him up at night

that's just how he is

he has learned to really focus those emotions and not let them take over him

actually most times he'll chase his feelings and feed them and let them grow

but you can imagine how much harder that was to do before he was your bf

just tossing and turning like not being able to touch you or have you but feeling soooo much

so when you finally start dating

he constantly wants to feel reminded that you are His

Veeeery touchy

he always keeps a hand on you

always kind of wrapping his gigantic body around you or has a hand on your back or holding your hand

he likes to put his hand on the back of your neck for some reason

he's into PDA but like

just sooo awkward lowkey and so shy around others

so there definitely are a lot of kisses in public

but he for sure wants to hide his face in your neck if anyone looks at you

when you guys started dating

he felt this Insane pull to kiss you constantly

but never knew when to do it

so at times his attempts at PDA were often awkward

and he'd like jds,bkjdbdj

like you're talking and he would just

grab your face and kiss you

leaving you both very happy but also very much

??????

he's kinda embarrassed about it but also just doesn't rlly care actually

on the topic of emotions tho he is sensitive

he tries to hide it and does fairly well at work n stuff

but communication is top priority for you both

does not like confrontation doesn't like a serious sit down and talk it makes him nervous

yall like more of a constant conversation about how you both feel and how its going

especially on a walk or something

he likes it when you're confident and

he's attracted to more like "I've got it it's going to be okay" type of attitude

because he'll never say it but it's easy for him to have a period of doubting or worrying about something

so having support in that is key for him

he does get triggered easily

this is also why he wanted to wait before dating

he wanted to build trust in general

it takes him a little bit but he can open up about his insecurities his fears with you

at first it's hard to be vulnerable but it's not an issue for long

and during that period he just

ugh. he's so sweet he'd be like

"I'm sorry....I'm trying. don't give up on me, it's just really hard to...talk. I'm getting there I promise."

good fucking bye

and if matt says he's working on something

best believe he is

super humble super hard worker

if he's in a relationship with you it really really matters

he's not the type to date just because. not his mo

a big family guy

he'd want to bring you around his family kinda early on even before dating

bc their opinion is important to him

seeing you talk and joke around with his family would make his heart LEAP

like beat out of his chest it's his biggest dream

apart from a family of his own

he talks abt that a lot

it usually ends up with you two tangled in bed with each other but

it's a real goal and more than an excuse to get you naked fs

more of a homebody i'd say

veeeery cuddly

matt is just So Soft

sweats and an old t-shirt on the couch all day

your body enveloped in his frame

from the bed to the couch type thing

he likes home cooked meals a whole bunch

sucks at cooking but a great assistant

when he's not staring

btw that's his favorite look on you

either bun his shirt barefoot

or tank top and shorts and mismatched socks

its hard for him to resist that in every way

oh and he LOVES hair

like that’s definitely a part of you that he’s obsessed with

he likes your natural hair messy hair straight updo hair down curls waves. likes it all

always touching it

if you have a braid he'll kinda like grab it and try to Analyze

"so beautiful today. how did you do this."

and he's fr asking

he likes to run his hand through your hair a lot

especially in bed before falling asleep

that's usually how he knocks out at night

with his big ass hand on your literal scalp

it doesn't matter if he's the big spoon or lil spoon he just wants to sleep with you and has to be in full contact with you

sprawls a lot when he sleeps

def talks in his sleep lol

close is not close enough for this man

obv super clingy and this is Always

the Most gentleman to ever gentleman

he’s just that way in general tbh

i'm talking opening doors

I’m talking about taking out chairs before you sit

he always walks behind you never in front

more on the traditional side

I would like to add that

possessive is NOT controlling

traditional is NOT misogynistic

this is him 100%

part of deliberately choosing to be your bf

bc it was a conscious and deliberate decision

included you having your own thing

what matters to Matt is loyalty

it’s effort

he loooooves that you guys are constantly trying to find more ways to be together despite your busy schedules

like that’s what he reaaaaally likes n gives him butterflies

and lowkey turns him on

he'd rather know that you can make it to a game than to get nudes or something

veeeeeeeery romantic

roses always

he picks different colors and arrangements but always roses

his initial around your neck

he wears a friendship bracelet with MP <3 Y/N

idk if I'm being explicit enough here this man wants to be sitting under a tree and k-i-s-s-i-n-g!!!!!!

obv very thoughtful

lots of gifts but they're never just Expensive things

there's always a story or a special thought behind every thing

if your first language isn't english he'd try to learn your native tongue for you and your family ksdnsljdkfnfd

kill me for this but I fear he'd try to write poetry for you

and read it out loud at your birthday dinner or smth djsfcnljsdfbv

his face BURNING red but it's fine he'd do anything for you

def dreams about saving you from some kind of disaster or threat

oh but matt is also really goofy and funny deep down

reaaaaaaalllly goofy. like silly

makes the worst jokes. borderline dad jokes kinda

I'm keeping this pg but all of this

Translates

into the sheets

along with his fiery undercover nature

but we'll leave it at that

10/10 bf. so lovely

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LOVE THIS SO CUTE OML

five cherry macarons topped with chocolate covered coffee beans <333 happy celly cg !!!!!

Gala - M. Rempe

v' bakery pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You and Matt have an agreement that you two are only in fwb but one gala changed it warning: none

Since Matt came back to New York, you two started sleeping with each other. It was casual, nothing bonding. None of you wanted to jump into a relationship, believing that you’re too busy. You’ve already met Matt earlier this year and he caught your eye. His presence and confidence were something that made you attracted to him. Both of you already had this deal so when he returned, it was a natural thing to have this dynamic back. 

Both of you were talking a lot with each other, like friends do and the only times you saw Matt was when both of you needed a release. In theory it was a perfect solution but with time, you started seeing more in him than just sex. You mentioned this couple times to him but every time he thought that you’re just messing with him. You never corrected him by saying that you’re serious. 

After one of your hookups with Matt, he asked you if you would like to act like his girlfriend during the games. You were confused by his question but he explained to you that the guys are trying to find him a partner and he wasn’t interested. That’s why he needed you to act like you two are together so they could cut it. You agreed on that but in your heart, you were plotting to make him fall in love with you.

You were attempting his every home game. Even if you didn’t have much time for his matches, you always found one. After every game you were throwing yourself into his arms to make it believable. There was another side of this, you could be affectionate with him as much as you wanted. When Matt was asking you about this, you were always telling him that you need to act believable. 

Everything was going according to your plan. Matt became more touchy with you when you were in public. With your behaviour, he started wondering if this is what his life can look like only if he finds the bravery to ask you for real to be his girlfriend. He never addressed this to you and waited for a perfect moment which came faster than he would have expected. 

It was an yearly gala that his team was organising for the sponsors. Matt took you as his plus one and girlfriend. Fake girlfriend since you two still hadn’t had the conversation to make it official. You felt that Matt is gaining feelings towards you and you could just ask him about it. Although in your mind, you already told him that and he was all the time thinking that you’re joking so now it’s his turn.

You didn’t want to wait and decided to help your faith. That’s why you were ignoring Matt almost the whole night and spent this time with his teammates. You weren’t even flirting, only talking with them and not with Matt. You wanted to prove if you’re right about him having feelings for you just like you have for him. 

At first, Matt ignored the fact that you’re spending more time with his teammates than with him but soon after, it started getting on his nerves. You were his and not theirs. You are his girlfriend and in that moment he knew that he has to make you his. He spotted you standing alone and he thought that it's now or never. 

Matt gently grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the room. Before you could say anything, he kissed you. This kiss was possessive. He pulled away and pinned you to the wall. He placed his hands next to your face so you couldn't escape.

 “You think you’re funny? You think it’s nice to be ignored the whole night by my own girlfriend?” Matt spoke to you and you looked at him.

“Technically I’m not your girlfriend. Remember? We only act” You smiled widely at him and Matt could feel his blood boiling. 

“Drop the attitude. You know damn well that we’re more than just act” Matt pulled you into another kiss to prove his point. His right hand went on your hip. 

“Are we? Because I don’t feel it” You knew you were playing with fire, especially that he was already mad at you. He lowered himself to your eye level.

“Let it be your way. Can we stop pretending and be a real couple?” Matt asked, frustrated at your behaviour but also turned on. 

“With pleasure” You pulled into his another kiss. This time for a real kiss as a couple. You broke the kiss and spoke. “Also, I acted this way to see if you’ll have the balls to ask me to be your girlfriend” Matt looked at you, shocked by your confession. Without thinking he picked you up and put you over his shoulder.

“You’re in trouble now” Matt said and slapped your ass. He took you back home to celebrate the fact that you’re officially his.

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YUM

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HUBBA HUBBA

Alive and well. Via X @/sixteenrangers.

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IM SORRY how have i NEVER seen this photo?????? im NOT okay :))

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why the cliff hanger :(

IM SORRRYYY maybe part 2?

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But We Dont - Matt Rempe

For my Matt Girls!!! Never posted my writing or anything but thought WHY TF NOT. So fuck it. Here you go sexy ;)

Word Count: 3380

Y/N and Matt. Its causal between them. A situationship I guess. But Matt asks the question—Is there something between us?

Warnings: Angst. Making out. Mention of sex and hooking up. Matt being SEXY. Reader being confusing (girl get ur act together) I think thats it???

Kinda editied

“What were you up to last night,” Y/N asked as she finished placing the last of her groceries into the fridge. Matt sat on her sofa like it was his sofa. Back slouched and long legs propped on the coffee table. Finger swiping up on his phone.

“Just went out with some of the guys.”

She nodded disappointingly. He didn't want to hang out with her on Valentines afterall. She couldn't be upset though. She was the one who said she didn't want a relationship. A relationship with Matt specifically. “Oh. On Valentines?”

His eyes squint under the bright white light of his phone screen before he places it face down next to him on the sofa and looks over to the kitchen. 

“Yeah?” he questions, eyes watching Y/N as she crosses her arms over her chest. Something she does when she's trying to not seem upset. Like her own shield. “I didn't think you’d want to do anything after your long shift.”

“I didn't work last night.”

“You didn't tell me.”

Y/N shrugs, feigning indifference. “Didn’t think I needed to.”

Matt watches her for a second too long, like he’s debating what to say. “You usually tell me what nights you work.”

“So?” she challenges, hating that her voice wavers. “Not like you needed to know. You had plans, right?”

Matt leans back, studying her. “Would you have wanted to do something?”

She scoffs. “Of course not”

A moment passes. “I wasn’t doing anything last night,” she admits, quieter.

His smile fades just a little. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

For a second, neither of them says anything. Then Matt picks up his phone and unlocks it. “I mean, I could take you out now. There’s gotta be some half-off Valentine’s Day chocolate left at CVS. Pick up some pizza?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. A smile formed despite the jealousy looming through her. It wasn't that he was with his friends last night or that he didn't ask her to do something on Valentines Day. 

Though that did sting a little.

It was because he was out at the bars on Valentines where only singles looking to forget their lying cheating ex or to score lucky. Either way the night would end with strangers in one of their overly priced New york apartments. 

Matt watched her, phone still in his hand but attention fully on her now. His gaze lingered, like he was waiting for her to say something else. Call him out. Ask him the question she was biting back.

She wouldn’t.

“I mean,” he continued, voice lighter now, like he was testing the waters, “If you wanted to go out so bad, you could’ve just said something. You know I would’ve taken you somewhere.”

“I didn't want to go anywhere,” she added, grabbing a glass from the cabinet to occupy her hands, despite the freshly poured water glass on the counter already. 

Matt let out a short laugh, and she heard the creak of the couch as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Right.”

That one word made her freeze for half a second. It was the kind of right that meant he knew she was full of shit. The kind that sat between them like an open secret neither of them wanted to admit.

She turned, glass in hand, and shot him a look. “What?”

He smirked, slow and knowing. “Nothing.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Her fingers tightened around the glass. “Like—fuck, I don’t know. Just don’t.”

Matt’s smirk widened like he’d just won something. “Touchy.” He leaned back against the couch, arms stretching over the backrest, making himself comfortable—too comfortable, like he belonged there. Like this was his place, not hers. “It’s cute, though.”

Y/N scoffed, filling the glass under the tap. “Nothing about this is cute.” 

Matt hummed like he disagreed, his gaze dragging over her slowly before settling back on her face. “You sure? Because, I don’t know, you getting all worked up about where I was last night feels kinda…” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Like a girlfriend thing.”

Y/N’s head snapped toward him. “I’m not your girlfriend.”

He grinned. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He tapped his fingers on the couch cushion beside him. “But you sound like one.”

She wanted to move on from this conversation. Matt was already seeing her as some jealous freak when she had no reason to be jealous.

She should let it go. Change the subject. Pretend it didn’t matter.

But the image of him at some shitty bar, surrounded by girls looking for something, still clung to her like cigarette smoke.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she walked over and plopped down next to him on the couch, turning her body toward him. Her water glass was forgotten in the kitchen. “You really expect me to believe you just hung out with the guys?”

Matt raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the sudden shift. He tilted toward her, closing the small space between them. “I don’t expect you to believe anything, sweetheart. You already made up your mind.”

God, she hated when he called her that. Hated even more that it made her stomach flip.

She rolled her eyes. “You were at a bar on Valentine’s Day, Matt.”

“So?”

“So…” she hesitated, trying to find a way to phrase it without sounding as jealous as she felt. “You weren’t exactly playing poker in someone’s basement. The only reason to be at a bar on that night is—”

“—to get laid?” Matt finished for her, lips twitching upward.

Y/N swallowed, suddenly hyper aware of how close they were sitting. On the way his arm still stretched along the back of the couch, his fingers barely brushing her shoulder.

Matt clicked his tongue, leaning in just enough that she could feel his breath against her cheek. “You really think I’d do that?”

“I don’t know.” The words came out quieter than she meant them to.

Matt exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “That’s cute,” he murmured. “If I was looking to get laid, I wouldn’t have been at some bar.”

Y/N swallowed, pulse kicking up.

He smirked, eyes dragging over her face, slow and deliberate. “I would’ve just showed up here.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

And Matt must have noticed, because his grin turned downright dangerous. “You know,” he mused, fingers brushing against her shoulder now, light and deliberate. “If you wanted me to spend the night with you, all you had to do was ask.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, ignoring the heat creeping up her neck. “That’s not what this is about.”

“No?” He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to her lips. “Then what is it about?”

Y/N stared at him, pulse drumming in her ears.

Say it. Say it, and this whole thing changes. 

he pulled back first, standing abruptly. “I’m taking you up on that pizza.”

Matt let out a low chuckle, watching her. Not pushing. Not calling her out. He knew she didn't want to be with him like that. Anything more than what they were right now. At least that's what she told him and with each day he believed it a little less. 

He stood up, stretching lazily before grabbing his keys. “Cool,” he said, voice light again. “But just so you know—” He leaned in one last time, voice dropping to something just above a whisper. “You are cute when you’re jealous.”

And before she could try and shove his 6’7, pure musclar body. He was already heading for the door, grinning.

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After the Rangers game and the boys taking home the win Y/n was getting into Matt’s SUV back to his apartment. 

Matt threw his hockey bag in the closet as they entered his apartment and flicked on the lights as he vanished down the hall to his room to change out of his tailored suit that made Y/N mind go crazy. 

Y/n sank down into the black sofa and turned on the tv, scrolling through netflix to find something for the two of them to watch. 

When he returned his hair was still damp from his post game shower. His black hoodie was loose around his shoulders, and his sweats hung low on his hips. He looked comfortable—too comfortable, like he hadn’t just spent the last two hours throwing himself into other people for sport.

What are we watching?” he asked, dropping onto the couch beside her, way closer than necessary. His thigh brushed against hers, the heat from his skin seeping through her tight denim.

“Dunno,” she muttered, still flipping through options. “Nothing good.”

Matt hummed, peering over her shoulder. “I say we put on something terrible, then. More fun to make fun of.”

“Like what?”

“Some shitty rom-com where the guy messes up, but the girl takes him back anyway.” He smirked, tapping a finger against her knee. “You seem like the type to eat that shit up.”

Y/N shot him a look. “Are you saying I have bad taste?”

“I’m saying you like a good redemption arc.” His voice was teasing, but something flickered in his expression—something unreadable. “Just look at me.”

She rolled her eyes and clicked on the first movie that looked decent, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at his words. Matt shifted, draping an arm over the back of the couch behind her. His fingers barely grazed the back of her shoulder, and she could feel the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of her sweatshirt.

They settled into the movie, but Y/N could barely focus. Matt was too close, and he was making no effort to keep his hands to himself. Y/N tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the screen, but then he shifted again—this time turning his head toward her, his lips just inches from her temple. “You smell good.”

She exhaled sharply. “Matt.”

“What?” He grinned, eyes dark with amusement. “Can’t give you a compliment?”

His knuckles brushed against her thigh.

Matt grinned, tilting his head slightly. “You always get this quiet when we’re sitting this close?”

Y/N scoffed. “No.”

He hummed again, fingers lightly trailing up the back of her arm. “You sure?”

She swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how little space there was between them. “Positive.”

Matt leaned in, his nose barely brushing against her temple. “Then why do you look nervous?”

“I’m not—” Her breath hitched as he shifted again, his arm pressing more firmly against her back.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because we’ve done this plenty of times before.”

Y/N barely had time to process his words before his hand slid to her jaw, tilting her face toward him. His lips were on hers a second later—slow at first, testing, teasing, before he deepened the kiss.

It wasn't new but it burned through her each time like it was.

Matt’s hands found her waist, pulling her onto his lap without hesitation. Y/N let out a quiet gasp against his lips, her hands bracing against his shoulders. His fingers curled into her sweatshirt, bunching the fabric slightly as his grip tightened.

“Been waiting for you to do that all night,” Matt murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, fingers sliding into his damp hair. “You could’ve done it sooner.”

Matt smirked, his hands tracing slow, deliberate circles over her hips. “Yeah, but this is more fun.”

His lips brushed against hers again, lingering, before trailing down her jaw, then lower, grazing against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. A slow, satisfied hum vibrated from his chest when she exhaled a little too sharply.

Y/N’s hands gripped the front of his hoodie, tugging him back up to face her. “You’re in a mood tonight,” she muttered, amusement laced in her voice.

Matt leaned back against the couch, pulling her closer, forcing her to settle against him. “Can you blame me?” he murmured. “Big win tonight. Feeling good.”

“Mm,” she mused, fingertips tracing absentmindedly along the side of his neck. “So you just want a victory hookup?”

He grinned, tilting his head slightly. “Nah, I just want you.”

Y/N felt her stomach flip—an involuntary, stupid reaction she immediately pushed down. This wasn’t anything new. This wasn’t different.

But the way Matt was looking at her…

She ignored the thought, pulling him into another kiss before she could think about it too much.

His hands roamed her back, dragging slow and deliberate, fingers teasing under the hem of her sweatshirt. The movie played on, long forgotten, the distant sound of some rom-com couple arguing barely registering as Matt kissed her deeper, pressing her against him like he wasn’t planning on letting her go anytime soon.

Her hands slid under his hoodie, palms grazing over the hard ridges of his stomach, still warm from his post-game shower. Matt let out a quiet groan against her lips, one of his hands tangling in her hair as he tilted her head to kiss her harder.

Y/N barely noticed when he shifted, pressing her back against the couch cushions, hovering over her now. Matt’s fingers traced slow patterns along her back. His other hand lifted, thumb brushing against her bottom lip, pressing down just slightly.

Y/N’s breath hitched. Her lips parted instinctively, and Matt’s gaze flickered down, eyes dark. Hungry. 

“You’re staring,” she muttered, trying to sound unaffected, but the way her voice wavered completely betrayed her.

Matt smirked. “Yeah?”

With that Y/n leaded back in. The moment her lips met his again, Matt groaned softly, his grip tightening at her waist like he needed her closer. His fingers stayed under her sweatshirt, tracing over the bare skin of her lower back, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to take his time, like he was enjoying the way she melted into him.

Y/N’s hands slid into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, and Matt’s response was immediate. His body pressing into hers in a way that made it impossible to ignore just how much he wanted this.

She gasped against his lips, and Matt chuckled, low and satisfied. “You always get this needy when I touch you?”

Y/N scowled, shoving at his chest—not enough to push him off, just enough to prove a point. “You always talk this much when we’re making out?”

His lips moved to her jaw, down her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. She could feel him smirking against her when she tipped her head back slightly, giving him more access.

Y/N exhaled sharply, nails digging into his shoulders. The warmth of his hands, the weight of him against her—it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Matt.” Her voice came out breathless, almost desperate, and when she met his gaze again, the cocky glint in his eyes told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He raised a brow, fingers tracing down her side, slow and teasing. “Yeah?”

“Take me to your room.”

Then, in one fluid motion, he scooped her up from the couch, making her squeal as he carried her down the hall, his lips already on hers before they even reached the door.

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Come over. I’ll make dinner.

When she gets to his place, Matt’s already in the kitchen, moving around like he actually knows what he’s doing. There’s a pan sizzling on the stove, the scent of garlic and butter filling the air.

She leans against the counter, watching him. “Since when do you cook?”

He glances over his shoulder, smirking. “I can make, like, three things. You’re getting one of them.”

They eat at the small kitchen table. Like friends. It's normal. Its always been easy for Matt and Y/n.

After, They curl up on the couch, a blanket draped over them, his arm resting around her shoulders. The movie is something they’ve both seen a hundred times, but neither of them is really watching. They've never made it through a movie without getting tangled up in one another. 

His fingers trace lazy circles on her shoulder, absentminded, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

She does.

Her head rests against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, steady and slow. She could fall asleep like this.

“Can I ask you something?” he says breaking the sound in the room.

Y/n shifts away from his chest, sitting up to be at eye height with him. 

His hand slides from her shoulder, falling to her waist, his fingers dragging against the fabric of her shirt.

The air between them stretches, thick and weighted.

Neither of them speak.

They just look at each other.

His gaze flickers between her eyes and her lips, something hesitant, something aching.

Her fingers twitch against the couch, resisting the urge to reach for him. To pull him back in. To press her mouth against his.

He doesn’t laugh. Doesn't tease. Just watches her, the weight of his hand still resting against her hip. “Is there something between us?”

Her eyes grow. “What do you mean Matt?” Asking like she didn't know what he meant. Y/N didn't need more clarification.

Matt exhales through his nose, his jaw tightening. “You know what I mean.”

His fingers press slightly into her waist, grounding himself, waiting. His eyes search hers, looking for something—anything—that tells him he’s not crazy for feeling the way he does.

She can feel her pulse in her throat, in her wrists, in every place he’s touching her.

But she doesn’t answer.

Matt’s hand twitches against her hip, his patience thinning. “Y/N/N.” His voice is softer this time, but no less certain. “Just tell me the truth.”

The truth.

She knows it. She feels it.

But the weight of admitting it—of owning it—lodges in her chest, heavy and suffocating.

So she lies.

“There’s nothing.”

His expression flickers, something breaking just beneath the surface.

His hand slips from her waist, resting on his lap as he nods slowly. Like he’s letting the words settle, like he’s accepting them.

Like he’s letting her go.

Y/N swallows against the tightness in her throat. “Matt, I—”

But he doesn’t let her finish. Instead, he leans in, capturing her mouth in his.

It’s not gentle. It’s not slow. It’s desperate, almost punishing, his hands finding her waist again, gripping harder this time.

She lets herself fall into it. Forgets the words that just left her mouth. Forgets why she said them at all. Because she didn't mean them. Not even deep down. She knew she was lying to Matt. Lying to herself. 

His hands slide up her sides, his lips moving against hers with a kind of urgency she’s never felt from him before.

She should stop.

She should fix this.

But she doesn’t. Because this is easier.

It’s easier to let him kiss her like this, to let him touch her, to let him pull her back into the only version of them that’s ever made sense. It’s easier than telling the truth.

But then—Matt pulls away.

Y/N blinks, dazed, breathing uneven. “What—”

His hands drop from her waist, running through his hair. He exhales sharply, his chest rising and falling.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Her stomach twists. “Matt—”

He shakes his head. “I mean it, Y/N/N. I can’t.”

She stares at him, waiting for him to take it back. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he stands, running a hand down his face before nodding toward the door. “You should go.”

It’s a command, but his voice is quiet. Worn.

Y/N swallows, waiting for him to stop her, to say anything that would make this feel less final. But he doesn’t.

So she grabs her bag, moving toward the door, fingers trembling as she wraps them around the handle.

She hesitates. Turning back, just once.

Matt is still sitting there, eyes drilling holes into his hands as they stay in his lap. He doesn't stop her. He doesn't take back what he said. She doesn't tell him how she really feels. That there is something between them. That she loves him. But she doesn't.

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