#rangers writing

[sanctus-ingenium]

Bowman (art from 2021)

[prettyboywoll]

☪︎ I need you - Matt Rempe ☪︎

pairing(s): fem!reader x Matt Rempe

warnings: not proofread, public sex (they don’t get caught), unprotected sex, and cock riding

WC: 557

Notes: first time writing for Matt. Not good at writing smut but I’m trying lol. this was rushed. anyways hope you guys like it<3

As you stood in the hotel room, your gaze swept across the space in search of a suitable cover-up. You felt a sense of urgency, as Matt had been pleading with you to join him at the beach for quite some time. Despite your best efforts, you were unable to locate any suitable options among your belongings. In an act of desperation, you reached for Matt's light blue dress shirt from his suitcase and quickly threw it on, hoping it would suffice as a beach cover-up.

walking out towards the balcony, you find Matt on his phone with his feet up on the table, shirtless, wearing his swimming shorts that made his abs look so hot. Feeling yourself become wet you squeeze your thighs together wishing it your 6’7 boyfriend was between them.

“Hi baby, you ready to go?” You asked him, grabbing the bag that was placed nicely beside him as Matt’s eyes trail down to your bikini and his dress shirt. He bites his lips, dropping his phone onto his lap to bring you closer to him.

“Give me a minute” He muttered against your stomach.

Bringing his hands to rest on your ass, his lips continue to dance along your skin on your stomach, enjoying the smoothness.

“Matty, don’t do this to me” you whined, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most. Running your hands through his hair you tug at it when you feel him pull your bottoms to the side.

“I need you, baby.” He said, pressing his fingers onto your clit, moving in circular motions as your body begins to feel impossibly hot.

Matt’s hands leave you pull his shorts down, fishing out his hard member and pumping it with his right hand. You moan at the sight of the precum oozing out of his slit, saliva starts to pool quickly in your mouth. “You wanna ride me out here on the balcony” He ask with a smirk.

“Omg yes, please” You nodded eagerly.

“I’m not gonna last long just letting you know” Matt says as he continues to pump himself. quickly getting rid of you bottom you toss them aside not caring where it lands. His hands grip your waist to help you sink down onto his cock. Without any warning he starts to thrust up into you harshly.

“God I love your cock” you moaned, bringing your lips to kiss and bite at his jaw gently when you hear Matt groan, suck on his Adam's apple and kiss down to his collarbones leaving little marks.

“I’m so close, baby”

“Oh yeah? You gonna let me cum inside?” He slaps your ass when he feels you clench around him. When You feel him start to slow down, you place both of your hands on his chest and bounce hard on his cock.

“Yes. Come inside me, Matty. Make a mess”

You feel his cock swell, hitting that spot he knows so well, ejaculating hard, his hot, sticky mess coats your insides and he grabs your hips suddenly.

“Cum, baby- you can do it”

your head tips back letting out a silent cry when you cum. Matt takes his dress shirt off your body to unclip your bikini top and expose your breasts. He sucks harshly on your nipple causing you to moan out loudly.

“Round 2?”

[factual-fantasy]

I have learned a veeeery valuable lesson while making this comic.

If I'm getting burnt out on a project and decide to take a break by drawing whatever I want?.. I absolutely should NOT make a giant comic that induces the same exhaustion that the first project did- BUT that's okay, the comic is done and the lesson has been learned. <XD

As for this comic, it was only a matter of time before I drew something angsty for my Calico Jack. You know, with him being a rough and tough pirate.. I imagine he’s been through some horrible things. Things that still effect him to this day. And the worst part about them is that he probably doesn’t even really recognize these things as problems. “That’s just how its always been.” Maybe he’d say. The fact that he cant sleep in a quiet room without his heart pounding out of his chest.. its “normal”. Its always been like that.

But then you have Natquik. He joked at the campfire about his traumatizing experience living in the Antarctic. But I think deep down he knows that it was messed up. He still knows what things are, and are not good behaviors. Jack sitting stiff on the couch, riddled with anxiety over the silence outside.. is not good. And poor Nat wants to help. But its been a long time since he’s been around people.. So the only reference he has for comforting people is his experience as a polar scout leader. Staying awake all night to guard the den so the cubs could sleep peacefully is something he would do very frequently.

It was a little silly in practice. An old fox guarding a grizzled pirate while he slept? It was odd.. but its all Natquik could really think of to help Jack..

Well, he was lucky that it was exactly what Jack needed.

[hearts4hughes]

“using dumb pick-up lines, but actually having success with them” with matt rempe please 😋😋

matt rempe x fem!reader | request post

i literally had to search up ‘dumb pick-up lines’ to write this 😭

matt’s steps came to a halt on the sidewalk as he passed his favorite coffee shop. he couldn’t help but gaze at the beautiful woman sitting down and studying on her laptop.

he didn’t care if it came across as creepy as he turned around and walked into the store, quickly ordering his usual coffee order and a chocolate croissant. he might’ve sat there for ten minutes after he ordered trying to contemplate how to talk to you.

finally, he gave up on trying to create the perfect scenario. he stood up, casually strolling down the aisle of the shop and stopping when he reached your table. he gently placed down the croissant with a smile.

you looked away from your laptop, having to crane your neck to make eye contact with the tall boy.

“do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again.” matt blurted out. god, why did he say that? it sounded much better in his head.

you chuckled, red flooding your cheeks. “that was smooth.” you said with a grin. the boy in front of you was cute— cute may have been an understatement.

“smooth enough for me to sit down with you?” he questioned, cocking his brow. you broke out into a toothy smile, putting your hand out to urge him to the seat in front of you.

swiftly, he took the seat in front of you. his legs were long, making it a bit awkward for him to sit in the small chair, but he managed.

“i’m matt.” he held his hand out as his lips turned up into a boyish smile.

“y/n.” you shook his hand.

this seemed like a good beginning to a long relationship.

[lovinbarzal]

SOFT LAUNCH | MR73

matt rempe x fem! trouba sister! reader

masterlist || fc addison rae || context: reader is a famous tiktoker and friends with dixie! she met matt through jack by going to a hockey game aka trevor trying to set up his gf bsf with his bsf. it did not go well in the sense that the two did not get together cause jack already had a secret gf but she noticed matt during warm ups cause she was standing on the wrong side of the rink for warms ups. she did not tell jacob that she was at the game from an invitation from trevor jack. it was the game that matt dropped bastian. she's friends with some of the older umich boys basically team 100 (her, jacob, and phil are a mini trio cause jacob and phil don't get enought recognition 😓) || i know this has a lot of plot holes but idc because i'm tired and i'll probably go back and make an official timeline if i make this an OFFICIAL au. enjoy :)

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iloveyntrouba yess we love a hockey gal!

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↳ yntrouba kith💋💋

jacobtrouba you're wearing the wrong jersey.

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↳ hughesxnhllover i think it's jack hughes (he's a hockey player)! they've been interacting like crazy lately and she looks like the girl he brought to family skate for the stadium series

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[itsjusthockey]

When The Party’s Over - Jack Hughes

I have a problem with writing angst and this is much longer than expected. I'm not sorry.

Big announcement coming soon. Get excited.

I'm needy, so the more love I receive, the more I write. So please follow, comment, repost, and talk to me. I really do cherish this blog and want to be more active

Anyway so yeah, come talk to me. Please, I want to know what you guys think.

Should there be a part two? I don't know

wc: 3,423 (credit to gif maker)(don’t steal my work)

Content warning: Swearing and light NSFW? I don’t know it’s not super explicit but it’s all my first time writing it and I’m not sure

Part 2

Don't you know I'm no good for you?

I've learned to lose you, can't afford to

Jack may not be much of a coffee guy, but he is nothing but a weak man when it comes to his favorite bagel place. It’s a regular part of his routine, a constant thing. He goes before practice, grabs his usual order, and then he’s gone.

Usually, he keeps his head down, Jersey isn’t the biggest place, and he likes to avoid attention on his mornings off. Yet, he lifts his head when his name is called and moves to thank the lady handing him his food and walk out when he quickly scans the room, his eyes stopping when he lands on a familiar face.

You’re sitting at a small table close to the edge of the room, surrounded by notebooks, highlighters, and staring hard at your computer. He takes a mental note of your concentrated state, knowing you’re probably in the zone, but he elects to ignore that fact as he makes his way toward your table.

You jump slightly when he takes a seat across from you, only to relax, just barely, when you see it’s him.

“Jesus, Jack,” You breathe out, “Scared the hell out of me.”

Jack can’t help but let a smirk take over his features, and his heart twinges a bit when you let a breathtaking smile take over your own face.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He teases. “What’re you doing here?”

You look at him briefly, then gesture vaguely to your coffee and your wide range of studying supplies. “Homework, or at least trying to.”

“Ah, I see.” He smiles again, relishing in the company of your presence; it’s been over a week since he last saw you.

“Anyway,” you scoot your chair closer to the table, “Come here often? Their bagels are great.”

Jack lets out a small laugh. “Yeah, almost every morning. It’s pretty close to my place and the rink.”

Once he finishes, a look of recognition crosses your features. “I knew this area seemed decently familiar.”

Jack nods, and he watches as you scan over the coffee shop, then finally rest your eyes back on him. The eye contact doesn’t last long, though, when your phone begins to buzz on the table, and you sneak a quick glance down. Jack can’t help but notice the slight smile after you read the message, and his heart falls ever so slightly.

You snap your eyes to meet his and place your phone face down on the table, leaning back in your chair. “Not that I don’t love this reunion in the daylight, but don’t you have somewhere to be?”

The question is fair, he does, in fact, have someplace to be, but if he’s honest with himself, the last thing he wants to do is remove himself from this chair across from you.

“Yeah, but being a little late never hurt anyone.”

You snort at his statement, rolling your eyes at him.

“Go to practice, Jack.”

He knows you’re right, he doesn’t want to leave, but with playoffs around the corner, he shouldn’t be here, no matter how much he wants to stay.

“You’re right,” As he gets up, he notices your almost empty coffee cup. “Can I at least get you a refill before I leave?”

You glance at your coffee, contemplate his offer, and shake your head. “I’m okay, Jack. Thanks anyway.”

He nods, grabs his bagel, and turns to leave, but not before he pauses and turns around again. “You busy tonight?”

Your eyes dart back up again, but before you answer, your phone buzzes again, and you glance down. You take a few seconds to read the message before you answer him.

“I’m not sure. I’ll let you know.”

You give him a warm smile, but there is also a hint of awkwardness behind it. He chooses to ignore the possibility of rejection and nods your way one last time, and makes his way out of the shop.

As he exits, he glances back to your table one last time, already seeing you consumed back into your schoolwork, forgetting he was ever there.

Jack knows he’s not the smartest guy in the world, but he’s smart enough to know when he’s fucked. The idea was not to fall in love, which is easier said than done. He couldn’t help it; it came out of nowhere. You’ve been sleeping together for a while, longer than both of you could care to admit. He knows that the arrangement is simple, and it works. You’re not his, he’s not yours.

But fuck, does he want you to be.

Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin’

But nothin' ever stops you leavin'

Jack gently traces his fingers along your skin, relishing in the feel of your curves beneath his touch. He watches in awe of how your body responds to every move he makes, and he can tell you’re close. Your fingers dig hard into his back, your head falls back ever so slightly, and he slows down his movements to the pace he knows drives you crazy.

To get you there, he concentrates. He knows your body like the back of his hand, but he still tries to watch your face for cues, even though you're not meeting his stare. He didn’t notice it right away when you started sleeping together, but now it’s hard to ignore. No matter what he’s doing, you always look away.

He desperately wants to see you, stare deep into your eyes, and show you, somehow, that when you’re beneath him, it's the closest thing to heaven on earth.

Tonight is different for him, and he needs you to look at him, to see him.

He pulls your face gently to look at him, and reaches down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He makes sure he’s got your attention. Your pupils are blown with bliss, and the soft look goes give him makes him feel like he’s the only person in the world. Before he can stop himself, he presses his forehead to yours and lets himself fall deep into the endless pools of your eyes.

It’s intimate, you both know that, but for a moment, just that moment, you allow yourself to get lost in each other as you meet your highs.

Jack rides it out as long as possible, loving you in every way he knows how and making sure you feel just as good as him. When you both finally come down, your heavy mixed breathing filling the room, reality sinks in.

You’re the first to break, as always, gently pushing him off you. Jack watches silently as you get off the bed, grabbing various scattered clothing items and pulling them on. He watches with a mixture of longing and disdain. He knows you’re going to leave, you always do, but he can’t help but hope this time you’ll stay.

“Stop being a creep.” A playful grin plays on your face as you catch him staring, finishing pulling on your shirt.

He ignores your joke, “Where are you going?”

You shrug your shoulders way too casually.

“Not sure, maybe out?”

His heart sinks, and he doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you’re killing him.

“You could stay? It’s pretty late.” He glances at the clock next to his bed.

The dry laugh you bark out makes him cringe.

“And risk running into the next girl? I’m okay, Jack; I’ll see you later.”

With that and a quick check of yourself, you leave. He’s left with his lingering thoughts and regrets. He knows you’re bad for each other, and he knows that this arrangement will eventually kill him, but he can’t seem to get away.

Jack hears the outside door slam, and he’s truly alone. He decides that his best option is to sleep you off, try to forget the way you felt in his arms and the way you make his heart feel like it’s about to burst. He falls back into his bed, staring at the ceiling. The sheets around him smell like the familiar scent of you, and he hates how it’s comforting. He feels himself falling deeper and deeper into himself, and you didn’t even know he was drowning.

He knows it’s best if he just tries to sleep, flush out any thoughts of you. He doesn’t need to think about where you are or who you’re with because you aren’t his, even though he’d do anything to make you love him as much as he loves you.

He thinks about the last comment you made. About another girl. He knows his reputation and the fact that many people think he’s a player. He’s not, though, and he wishes you knew there wasn’t another girl; it’s only you.

Don't you know too much already?

I'll only hurt you if you let me

Jack's eyes are fixed hard on your back, watching almost every move you make across the dimly lit bar. He can tell you’re relaxed, and your head is thrown back, laughing along with your friends. Though he isn’t close enough to hear the laugh that makes him happy and destroys him, his heart clenches anyway. You look like you’re having the best time in the world, and he can’t help but wonder if he’s crossed your mind, even once.

He is nursing a drink that is too watered down for his taste, and his focus is pulled back to you every time he manages to integrate himself back into his teammate's conversation. While he catches a few snippets here and there, he has no idea what the hell they’ve been talking about for the last twenty minutes, and he hopes they don’t notice that his attention has been elsewhere.

He isn’t that lucky, though, because Nico elbows him slightly in the ribs, leaning toward him.

“You okay, Jacky?”

He nods, feeling horrible. “Yeah, sorry.”

He knows he needs to focus, pay attention to the guys, and have a few drinks after a good week. So he tries, his absolute hardest, to keep his eyes off of you.

He lasts about five seconds, and when he looks back toward your table, you’re gone.

He quickly searches the room and sees you making your way toward the bar. It’s honestly embarrassing how fast he moves, and before he can stop himself, he removes himself from his table and makes a beeline toward you.

He reaches you just as you put in your order, throwing the bartender a thousand-watt smile and leaning ever so slightly over the counter. When you finally notice someone beside you and turn to face him, It’s the brief look of unrecognition that practically kills him.

“Jack?” You recover quickly, slipping on a bright smile. “What’re you doing here?”

He stares hard for a second, unsure if you’re messing with him. He knows he’s told you this is his team's favorite bar, but when you’re still waiting for his answer, he clears his throat.

“Uh, it’s the bar closest to the rink,” He hates the sound of his voice. “I’m here with the guys.”

Your eyes flash behind him to his teammates, and a sly smirk takes over your features.

“Well, don’t they look like fun?”

He lets out a light laugh, “They are.”

The bartender interrupts the conversation, setting down your various drinks. You go to hand him your card, but Jack beats you to it.

“It’s on me.” He hands over his Amex before you can protest, and you shoot him a look he can’t decipher.

“You don’t have to buy my drinks, Jack.”

He shrugs his shoulders as if it’s nothing.

You thank him and the bartender as you pick up the drinks.

“Need help?” Jack asks, watching you struggle to get the last glass.

You finally grasp the cup and flash him another smile. “I got it. Thanks again, Jack.”

As quickly as you came, you were gone, heading back to your table where your friend celebrate your arrival as if you’ve been away for years. Jack watches as you all cheers your drinks, and his heart warms a bit when you catch his eye one more time, winking and raising your glass to him ever so slightly.

He nods and heads back to his own table, determined that at the end of the night, he will get to you somehow. He only wants to have you within reach, talking with his teammates or dragging him out to the dance floor. Above all else, he wants you in his arm. So, he texts you, hoping you’ll invite him over and the night will officially begin, and he can be happy. He waits and continues to glance your way.

You never respond.

Call me friend but keep me closer

And I'll call you when the party's over

When Jack's phone buzzes loudly on his nightstand the first time, he ignores it. It’s late, and he has a big game tomorrow. When it buzzes again and continues, signaling an incoming call, he finally shifts his weight and grabs it.

It’s been a week since he saw you at the bar and even longer since you’d texted. You’ve also never called, which causes his heart to beat a little faster than it should. He presses answer.

“Hello?” He asks, hearing some brief static on the other end.

“Jack?”

Your voice sounds small, and he immediately sits up straighter in bed, suddenly wide awake.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

He hears your sigh softly on the other end.

“Honestly,” You hiccup, “No. I’m wasted, and my best friend has my apartment keys, and they all don’t want to leave, but I feel sick, and my phone is almost dead, and I didn’t know who else to call in Jersey, and I-“

You continue rambling, and Jack can hear you softly sniffling in between words, and It takes him less than ten seconds to throw on a shirt, pants, and make a beeline toward his Range Rover keys.

“(Y/N)” He finally interrupts you, “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

He doesn’t hear you for a moment, and he thinks for a second that you hung up.

“No.” You suddenly say sternly, as if you just realized you called him. “Fuck, I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have called you.”

As you finish, Jack can sense the panic starting to rise in your voice, and he knows that you’re falling deeper into your own head, and he has to pull you out before you disappear.

“Hey, don’t say that. But please, send me your location.”

“No.” You repeat, “You have a game tomorrow. You should be asleep.”

Jack's heart skips a beat when you mention his game. He didn’t know you followed his schedule. His mind begins to run a million places, different places, until he grounds himself and remembers the problem at hand.

“(Y/N),” He says it as hard as he can to force you into telling him where you are. “I’m not gonna be able to sleep until I know you’re home safe. Send me your location.”

It’s silent on the other end of the line, and after a moment, his phone lights up with your pinned location.

“Do not move. I’m about fifteen minutes away. Okay?”

“Okay.” You whisper back to him.

What should have been fifteen minutes turns into less than ten as Jack ignores every driver's safety training he’s ever had. He would do anything to be able to teleport to you, but instead, he goes as fast as he can.

When he pulls up to the crowded bar and doesn’t see you outside, he’s instantly filled with worry. His pulse continues to build until he sees you a small distance away from the entrance, sitting on the curb with your head in your hands.

As soon as he parks, rather badly, he bolts out of the car toward you. When he gets within a few feet of your form, your head snaps up. He watches as a mix of emotions crosses your face, and his heart finally does crumple when he sees a tear slide down your cheeks. It takes everything in him not to wipe it away as he kneels in front of you.

“Can you stand?” He asks softly.

You slowly nod, and he takes both your hands, helping you get to your feet. He watches as you wobble a bit too far to the left, and he catches you in his arms.

The second you’re in his hold, you melt into his touch, and he hates the way that he his entire body finally relaxes, knowing you are safe and in his arms.

Jack continues to steady you, feeling the weight of your body against his. He can smell the alcohol on your breath, and you’re way too cold for his liking after sitting outside. He grabs your shoes and phone and begins walking you toward his car. Once you’re there, he gets you into the vehicle, buckles you in, and hands you a bottle of water he’d thankfully grabbed from the fridge.

“There we go,” he says, making sure you’re set.

Your eyes follow him as he climbs into the driver's seat, and once he turns the car on, you break the silence.

“Thank you, Jack.” You whisper, your head falling a bit toward the window.

Jack focuses on the road as he makes his way back toward his apartment. He knows you’re in no state to be brought home alone, and he’d never forgive himself if something happened to you.

“Jack?” You speak again, and he hums. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He means it. “I’ll always be here when you need me.”

He turns to face you briefly, and he has never seen you look so sad, and it crushes him all over again. He wants to talk to you, figure out what’s going wrong in that beautiful mind of yours, and do anything to fix it. But he knows that this conversation can be had at a later date. Instead, he turns on a radio, and when he steals another glance at your figure, you are asleep.

Jack drives slowly and carefully to his apartment, knowing he has the most precious cargo to him sitting in the passenger seat. When he finally pulls into the parking ramp and turns off the car, you are still dead to the world.

He quickly unbuckles and moves to get you, gently trying to shake you awake.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he whispers, “we’re here.”

You let out a soft groan and rub your eyes. “Can’t I just stay here? It’s so comfy.”

You snuggle deeper into the seat, and Jack thinks he will die. You look so goddamn adorable, and it’s driving him insane that he can’t kiss you.

“Sorry baby,” the nickname slips before he can stop it. “I gotta get you inside.”

He smiles at your pouty face, and he unbuckles your seatbelt. He lifts you out of the car and sets you down for a second, grabbing your things and handing you his keys before scooping you back into his arms.

You softly hum in contentment as your head lolls against his chest. Jack thinks you’ve dozed off again until you open your eyes slightly.

“You're pretty strong," you slur. “Clearly, hockey is good for a person.”

Jack lets out a deep chuckle as you snuggle deeper into his hold, and after a few minutes of struggle to get through doorways without hitting you on something and teamwork to open his door, you’re safe in his apartment.

Twenty minutes later, he’s helped you take off your makeup because he knows your skin care is essential, he’s gotten you water and Advil, and you're wrapped in his clothes and lying beneath his duvet.

As he watches you breathe, gathering a few things to sleep on the couch, he can’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over him. He wants nothing more than to climb next to you, but he’ll resist.

He stares a bit longer when suddenly your eyes peel open.

“You have a staring problem, Jack.”

Your tone is teasing, but his entire body grows hot, and all he wants is to get the hell out of his bedroom. He tries to make his escape, but not before you speak again, and it stops him dead in his tracks.

“You know, I broke my own heart loving you first.”

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

you know you're doing something right when you, as the author, are shaking and crying and autistic hand-flapping when re-reading over the scene you just wrote

[ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2]

Cats, in order:

First 3 images are my cats - mainly white calico is Sansa, tabby is Zelda and black and white is Aska. Next black and white is my grandpas cat Smiley, and the following 2 tabbies are my dads cats Mario (long hair) and Simba (short hair). The grey in a shark is a cat called Banjo belonging to a friend of my friend. Then we have my friend a bunch of cats belonging to my friends! ginger is Kiri, white is Bone Farmer, black is Smokey, second ginger is Hamish and tortoise is Ivy!

[arcadiii]

Like the gentle warmth of a morning’s sunrise, Marcy greets her on the horizon. Truthfully, she hadn’t expected to see Marcy anytime soon or, if she was completely honest, ever again. Of course, there’d been a sliver of hope that their paths would cross once more – it’s a small world after all – but after staying together in the mountain shelter for what felt like days, their bubbled moment of time alone had shattered. A sharp pop of stark reality with the world rushing back in, whisking them away, back into their own lives as though nothing had ever happened in the first place. --- Whilst working her job at the mountain park, Anne meets Marcy again after the storm and this time, she's the one who falls. Ranger AU.

so I maybe finished a fic for the amazing @goodartitude based on this incredible artwork as part of Ranger AU. if you like soft, silly marcanne moments, you'll love this one. enjoy!

[prettyboywoll]

Nicknames - Braden Schneider

Summary: Braden loves calling you all sorts of nicknames.

a/n: I have no idea what this is. All I can say is I hope you like it<3

Love:

“Love, you can always call me” Braden said into your ear.

“How are you today, my love?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you close to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Baby:

“You like that, baby?” he whispered before leaning down and connecting your lips together.

“Today it’s all about you baby” he smirked, wrapping his hand around your neck to kiss you roughly.

“Come here, baby” he says, waiting for me to come sit on his lap.

Sweetheart:

“No, don’t cry, I hate it when you cry, sweetheart” he says, taking your hands in his to play with them.

“Good morning, sweetheart” Braden turns his body to lay his head on your chest for you to play with his hair.

Honey:

“You look absolutely beautiful,Honey” he says, looking at you with love in his eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much, honey” Braden says, immediately running to hold you in his arms.

Sunshine:

“Can you read to me, sunshine?” He said, watching as you reach for your book on the nightstand.

“I’m so proud of you, sunshine” he mumbled as tears ran down his cheeks.

[strong-remember-claim]

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[hearts4hughes]

prompt #30: “are you jealous?” with matt rempe? love your work btw :D <33

matt rempe x fem!reader | request post

you’re too sweet! tysm!

you watched matt across from the arena corridor. he was clad in a new york rangers sweatshirt and shorts. your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip as he animatedly talked to a woman. she looked older— maybe he was into that sort of thing. she looked more mature than you with her long blonde hair and captivating smile.

it wasn’t like matt was yours. he was merely a friend you made after accepting the job as the rangers’ social media admin. but the pit of fire in your stomach told otherwise.

“whatever.” you muttered under your breath, turning around and pacing down the hallway of the arena.

the echoes of your heels clicking caught matt’s attention. his gaze moved away from the woman in front of him and towards you as you walked away. quickly, he bid his farewells to his new friend and chased after you.

“y/n!” he called out, jogging behind you. “wait! i thought we were doing videos for the social media accounts before the game?” he slowed down to a walk as he took his spot next to you.

“well you seemed busy, so i can just ask braden to do the content.” you simply stated, not bothering to look at the tall boy besides you.

he furrowed his brows, “busy? what do you mean?”

you rolled your eyes— not that he noticed. “with your blonde friend over there. go talk to her, i don’t need you to do anything anymore.” your tone was harsh.

“are you jealous?” he asked, putting his hand on your shoulder and halting your movement. now you were forced to lock eyes with him. you wanted to laugh because it sounded ridiculous when he said it out loud, but you couldn’t.

maybe it was true.

“no, what? i’m not-” you stuttered, the words getting caught in your throat.

“oh my god, you are.” he smirked. great, he found this amusing. frustration and anger painted your features. your brows were furrowed and your hands were balled into fists. “don’t get mad, i don’t care. just think it’s cute ‘s all.”

“spare me the pity.” you groaned.

“maybe we can discuss your jealousy over dinner. tomorrow maybe?” he proposes, catching you by surprise.

“you know what,” you blushed, “i’d like that.”

[arcadiii]

oh red strings of fate... we're really in it now. happy wip wednesday