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raekensluver · 2 months ago

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pls write kinda like an opposites attract established relationship thing with chrismd where the gf is a vlogger who is george clarke's bsf - something with the same vibe of 'so highschool' by taylor swift?

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ohhhhhh i love this idea!!!!!

contains: fluff, established relationship

chris dixon x fem!reader

you’re sitting on the edge of chris’s bed, camera in hand, very aware that you’ve filmed a grand total of ten seconds all morning.

your audience asked for a “day in the life” vlog. so far, that includes one clip of you drinking tea in silence and another of chris missing his mouth with a grape. twice.

“you filming?” he calls from the kitchen, where he’s definitely pouring cereal into a bowl like he didn’t just finish a full breakfast twenty minutes ago.

you raise your voice just enough. “trying to.”

he appears in the doorway a second later, cereal in hand, leaning against the frame with the kind of practiced nonchalance that should annoy you more than it does. his hair’s a mess. his hoodie’s yours. and he’s already smirking like he knows how this’ll end.

“need content?” he asks, coming to sit beside you. “i can do a backflip or emotionally overshare- dealer’s choice.”

“just… be normal.”

he laughs. “see, now you’re asking the impossible.”

you shake your head, camera resting quietly in your lap. the light from the window hits his face in a way you’ll never capture properly- messy and real and golden.

he nudges your leg with his knee. “everything alright?”

you nod. “yeah. just tired. distracted.”

he doesn’t push, just shifts closer until his shoulder brushes yours. it’s nothing dramatic. he knows you don’t do dramatic. he gives you quiet, not silence- makes space without asking for any.

you let yourself lean into him. just a bit. his arm finds your waist instinctively.

“george still think i’m a menace?” he asks, voice softer now, more curious than anything.

you snort. “he knows you’re a menace.”

“right, but like… charming menace?”

you hum thoughtfully. “jury’s still out.”

he grins, pleased anyway. “he’s just jealous. he thinks no one’s good enough for you.”

“he’s not wrong.”

“well, lucky for him, i’m way above average.”

you laugh, and he softens at the sound. like he’s always listening for it.

and it’s funny, you think. your followers always assumed you’d date someone like george—quiet, steady, measured. someone calm.

and then there’s chris: full of energy, loud opinions, and a deep love for ridiculous outfits. he is chaos wrapped in a smug hoodie. he makes no sense for you on paper.

but somehow, he fits. perfectly. like he saw through your shell the minute you met and decided he liked what he found inside.

he tugs lightly at your sleeve. “you know you’re kind of it for me, yeah?”

you blink. “what?”

he shrugs, like he didn’t just emotionally dropkick you. “just saying. you’re it.”

your heart stutters. then steadies. “you’re not so bad yourself.”

“nope,” he says, already smug, “you definitely like me.”

you smile. “a bit.”

he lies back, tugging you down beside him, arm curled around your waist like it’s second nature. your camera sits forgotten on the floor, lens still rolling.

and maybe the vlog ends up being mostly useless. maybe george will tease you for it later- something about how you’re whipped and hiding it poorly.

but you don’t care.

you’re here, wrapped up in someone who sees you exactly as you are and somehow wants you more for it.

and it’s all kind of perfect.

#chris dixon #chris dixon x reader #chris md #chris md x reader #chrismd #chrismd x reader #chrismd fanfic #chris dixon fluff #uk youtubers #ukyt #chris md fluff #chris dixon blurb #chris md blurb #mara's inbox *ੈ✩‧₊˚#mara's anons *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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buttercupjosh · 10 months ago

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The Perfect Proposal (the 4 times you expected that Mat was going to propose + the 1 time he actually did)

(Gif credit to @mattymartin)

word count: 1,968

genres: established relationship, fluff, self-insert

warnings: none

A/N: This story is based off of the song “Joy of My Life” by Chris Stapleton and I make references to this song throughout the story. I highly recommend listening to this song before reading my story. This story is short, sweet and fluffy. It’s not set at a specific moment in time (It’s taking place in a fictional future but you could also say that it’s set this upcoming season or even a past season). It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. This is not a sequel to Your Favorite Secret (which you can still read and check out and if you want this to be a sequel to that, you can interpret it that way). As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

“Someday it will come right on cue.” -Somewhere Love Is Waiting for You from the Schmigadoon TV series soundtrack

Prologue

Meeting Mat changed your life in the best way possible. You took Mat’s breath away when you met up for your very first date and since then, you continued to take his breath away in small doses every time you saw him. He added so much goodness and love into your life and you did the same for him. Mat felt so grateful to have you in his life and even though he made millions, being with you was his greatest treasure. You and Mat deeply appreciated each and every moment you had together, no matter how big or small it was; the two years that you had been together so far were some of your greatest times. You were both so smitten that you always looked at each other with such deep love and devotion and couldn’t get enough of your significant other’s presence. For a while, Mat knew that he wanted to propose to you but he just needed to figure out the best way how to and time when to ask that all-important question.

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It finally happened. After 3 challenging years, you finally completed law school and earned your Juris Doctor degree from NYU. All of your friends and family came into town to celebrate your accomplishment. In order to accommodate everyone, Mat graciously rented a large AirBnb house in the Hamptons to host your graduation party. You handled some aspects of the party planning while Mat handled the rest and the party went very well. During the congratulations portion of the evening, Mat wanted to give a quick remark to acknowledge your achievement.

“For the past 2 years, I watched this wonderful person ambitiously work their way through law school. There were a lot of late nights, early mornings and so many case reviews and vocabulary study sessions that I think I could go get a law degree. Y/N, to say that I am proud of you is a massive understatement. My love, you are so amazing and you did it. I love you so much. Because I love you so much, I have a surprise for you.” Mat spoke.

This moment seemed like it was the right time for Mat to ask for your hand in marriage; you had been dating for a while, you lived together and blended your families together, and he had just finished a great speech that made all of the party’s attendees realize how much he was in love with you. Instead, Mat handed you an envelope. Inside the envelope was a copy of a check for the exact amount that you owed in student loans and a letter informing you that your loans were fully paid off. You couldn’t believe what was happening and began to cry.

“How did you do this?”, you mustered out through your tears of joy.

“So you know how you gave me access to your book of important information in case anything happened to you? Well, I asked Liana to call the loan office to pretend to be you and ask for your account balance”, Mat cheesily revealed.

Mat saw firsthand how much distress and frustration law school caused you so he wanted to help out someone he deeply loved by eliminating the stress of having to pay for a student loan; this surprise was better than an engagement ring.

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After your graduation party and after the Islanders were eliminated from playoffs, it was the official start of the off-season. This year, it was a milestone birthday for Mat’s dad so the Barzal family decided to do a European summer vacation to celebrate. You were important enough to their family that you had been invited and Liana, Mat’s sister, also invited her best friend to accompany her on the trip.

Hand-in-hand with the man you considered to be the love of your life and his family, for 3 weeks, you explored England, France, Monaco, and Mat’s ancestral homeland of Italy. In England, you indulged in English culture while Mat hilariously attempted a British accent. In France, you shared plenty of kisses with your lover in the City of Love, swooning every time Mat spoke French. In Monaco, you and Mat felt like the protagonists of a spy thriller while hanging out in the city.

Once you arrived in Italy, you got to see a different side of Mat that rarely came out. He had been to Italy several times before but he was thrilled to share all that he knew about that special place with you. Mat glowed differently whenever you got authentic gelato together or when he swam in the waters along the Amalfi Coast. Of course, throughout the trip, you still spent plenty of time with Mat’s parents, sister, and her friend and attended a lovely birthday dinner on a boat for Mat’s dad while visiting Sicily.

On the plane ride traveling back to Canada after your whirlwind European tour, you thought to yourself that you were going to come back to North America with a new jewelry addition to your left hand; you did have a lot of date nights and one-on-one time with Mat on the trip. However, your wonderful boyfriend did get you a gorgeous Cartier love bracelet from the official store in Paris and you were returning back with the gift of good memories that were created with your future in-laws.

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The remainder of the off-season went by so quickly; between weddings, summer holidays, and other events all happening, you and Mat were swept in so many different directions. Time flies when you’re having fun and soon, it was already time to return to Long Island for the hockey season.

The usual ups, downs, and chaos of the hockey season lingered in your household but you navigated through it together. As the season went on, you spent a lot of time studying for the Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam and Universal Bar Exam, which allowed you to become eligible to be admitted to the New York State Bar next year. Even though you had those responsibilities, you still supported Mat at most of his home games. One of the things about Mat that you loved was how he would always quietly tiptoe into your shared home after a late game but he loved how you always waited up for him to come home after every game, regardless of what time he returned. Before you both knew it, the year was winding down and it was almost Christmas time. You and Mat had decided to host Christmas this year and both of your families were coming. This wasn’t the first time that both of your families had been together to celebrate an occasion; they were there all together for your law school graduation earlier in the year and both sides enjoyed being together as one cohesive unit but for some reason, things felt different to you this holiday season.

You spent hours preparing and making sure that everything was right for the arrival of your guests. Christmas came and went wonderfully. It was so nice to have your families together during the holidays. You gifted Mat a new game day tie and a gift card to one of his favorite road restaurants; Mat got you a nice bag to carry all of your work things and a personalized padfolio for you to take all of your legal notes in.

Yes, you were secretly expecting a diamond underneath the tree this year but it was okay because you still got other great gifts as well. Despite wanting something else, you still deeply cherished the time you got to spend with your loved ones.

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After the holidays were over, you and Mat settled back into your respective routines until it was All-Star Break. Mat was not chosen for the All-Star Game that year and some of the Islanders players and families decided to go to the Bahamas for their team All-Star Break trip. The time away gave you and Mat both some essential rest and relaxation. At the end of February, you were scheduled to take the Universal Bar Exam but you took a break from studying to enjoy your mini-vacation. You stayed with your lover and company at a phenomenal resort; you swam with dolphins, relaxed at the spa, and ate so much tasty food. You also enjoyed lots of group activities with Mat and his teammates and their respective significant others. During the trip, one of Mat’s best friends’, Anthony, and his long-term girlfriend, Emma got engaged. It stung a little to see someone else reach the relationship milestone you deeply desired to share with Mat and you had expected that it was going to be you and your lover’s turn to share that special romantic moment on this trip, however, you were happy for your friends.

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One evening, you came home from a long, exhausting day of work. After passing both the Universal Bar Exam and Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam and completing some other requirements, you were admitted to the New York State Bar last month and got a job as a junior attorney. It was a pleasant surprise to see Mat cooking; he was subtly singing in the kitchen and tenderly caring for some handmade pasta. You couldn’t quite make out what song Mat was singing but it didn’t matter what it was because you had caught him singing songs that you’ve played around the house and pop songs from the radio plenty of times before. You smiled to yourself as watched him in his element before slipping away for a much-needed shower.

After you came out of the shower and changed, there was a beautiful plate of pasta waiting for you on the table. Mat tapped deep into his Italian heritage and made a delectable dinner for the two of you. You shared with Mat the details of work and although, he may not quite fully understand everything you were expressing your feelings about, he still listened to you as you rambled on. After dinner concluded, you and Mat were going to share a box of bakery cannolis and watch a movie on the couch but Mat told you to wait at the table and suddenly got up. He returned to the room with a look of nervousness on his face. You asked Mat if he was okay but you could tell that he had something important to say.

“I’ve been holding onto this ring for a while. There were so many other times that I wanted to ask but there’s just something that feels so right about this moment. Sitting here, I realized something very important. I want to spend the rest of my life, making you dinner when I can and listening to you speak. I want to continue to come home from my games to you and wake up next to you. I have the greatest honor of knowing and loving you. You have the sweetest heart that’s made of gold and you are like an angel brought down to Earth from Heaven. I want to be by your side forever. Y/N, you are the joy of my life. Will you marry me?” Mat declared while holding out the engagement ring of your dreams in a Tiffany blue box.

You were speechless because Mat was right; this was the perfect moment. You looked straight into Mat’s green eyes that you admired so dearly and accepted his marriage proposal; you were both super excited to embark on this new journey in your relationship. You and Mat swayed with each other to the sound of your fiance’s voice, serenading you to “Joy Of My Life” by Chris Stapleton, the same song Mat was singing to himself earlier. Patience was an important virtue and all of that waiting paid off at the right time.

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat Barzal imagine #mat Barzal fic #ny islanders #my writing #hockey writing

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soaringcomets · 3 months ago

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ꜜ﹒﹒DRIVERS SEAT

Josh Washington/reader

SUMMARY - You could always pull Josh out of the holes he found himself in, until you couldn't.

A.n - First post and it's angst, let's go. this is ass but we BALL

February 2, 2014.

The night the girls had gone missing it was almost undeniable that something in Josh had as well. How could it not? He was Joshua Washington ‘Hannah and Beth’s big brother’, a title he wore with unmistakable pride. If you knew about Josh, you had to know about his sisters and vice versa. It had even become a joke that they were actually triplets in the womb before the two kicked Josh out a year too early. They were a part of him, and not one of the ugly parts he felt the need to hide. To shove under rugs and at the bottom of medication bottles.

Josh viewed himself as the girl’s protector, their sword and shield whenever they needed. Placed himself on such a high pedestal that it’s no wonder he had the farthest to fall.

So no, he didn’t hide Hannah and Beth, they were violently ripped away from him. By people he thought he could trust, in a way few could ever imagine, could understand. Not even his partner, not even you.

Not that it didn’t affect you, of course it did. You had known his sisters long before you two had started dating, before the name Josh Washington was even something you secretly wrote down in your diary in middle school. You’re forced to recall dusty memories of Hannah teasing you over the pinning before you shut her up with a reminder of her own escapades with Mike,or Beth creating excuses for you two to be alone. Though you’re forever grateful for the pushes the two gave you, since it all culminated in your happily ever after with the man himself.

Or what had been your happily ever after for almost an entire year before that annual trip, that cursed fucking trip. One that, for the first time, you rode up to with Josh, Hannah, and Beth. You four had been all smiles, childish bickering, and questionable music options. Beth had sworn that on the way back she was revoking Josh’s CD’s privileges, something about his taste being trash. If you had the energy, during the silent car ride to the station, you’d find the irony in it. But no, your body was so exhausted you could only find more tears needing to fall.

The police questioning had been brutal on your psyche, the retelling you were forced to give felt like an admittance of guilt regardless of how much involvement you had in their disappearances directly. As though that alone was damning enough to warrant your conscience being its own judge, jury, and executioner. Despite that you had done your best to explain your version of the night. Your throat, tight from crying, the only thing keeping down any bile that threatened to make an appearance

Josh was drunk, truly out doing himself this year really, slurring his words and wobbling in his chair so harshly you worried he’d pass out right there on the kitchen counter. It didn’t take long for everyone to split off and do their own thing, Beth taking Chris to sleep on one of their many couches while everyone else seemed to group together in the living room. At the time you just assumed they weren’t drunk enough to fully enjoy Josh’s rowdy behavior and envied their escape a bit. It took a lot of sweet words and a soft hand in his palm to drag him into his room but you made it happen. You always had this uncanny ability to drag Josh out of whatever hole he found himself in, though it was usually at the bottom of a bottle.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me while I’m drunk?” The slurred words that came out of Josh after you pushed him onto his bed pulled a laugh from you, the smitten smile he gave in response made you think he did so for that reason alone. He rolled onto his stomach as you pulled the blankets over him, his face resting in his crossed arms as he stared at you like you hung the moon and stars.

You crouched down beside the bed, copying his pose before answering, “Do I really need you drunk for that?” The mischievous grin that grew on his face was infectious. “Hell no hottie, but if you’d like to try you won’t hear any complaints from me.”

You placed a fist under your chin, as though truly contemplating the offer with a grin of your own. “Is that so handsome?” “Scout’s honor madam!” The voice that came out of Josh is just goofy enough to have you laughing again, before you stand. “I’ll have to take a rain check, I want to make sure you’ve got plenty of sleep for the drive tomorrow. Beth and Hannah in the morning are your monsters to deal with mister.” The statement had Josh groaning into his pillowing, a dramatic tantrum. Though it’s questionable whether it was from the refusal or reminder.

Having turned to leave Josh tries once more to convince you into his bed. “You can’t even stay just till I fall asleep?” In that moment you were reminded just how clingy Josh could get when drunk, “I’ll still be here in the morning, ya know?” and how easily you gave into him given how quick you were to hop beside him, with only a quick “No funny business, mister.” of defiance.

And of course, that ‘just till I fall asleep’ was anything but. You were down for the count the moment your head hit the pillow. Resting comfortably in Josh’s arms as you left Hannah and Beth to the wolves. To die.

You didn’t need any police investigation to force you to replay the night, you had done almost nothing except that since you had been woken up to police sirens and hysterics. The what ifs had formed this pit in your stomach that threatened to swallow you whole. Would things have gone differently if you hadn’t gone to sleep in Josh’s room? Would Beth and Hannah not be missing if you just refused him one more time. Would Josh have been able to stop them if he was still downstairs? How scared were they in those last moments, lost and alone in a forest while you were tucked into bed safe and sound? It made you sick.

You had quickly been separated from Josh and everyone else by police once you’d arrived, though you wanted nothing more than to stay by his side. The look in his eyes was gut wrenching as Sam tried to explain what happened through her own panic. The lights were on but suddenly no one was home, a haze over took him and you knew right away that Josh was far away. Possibly somewhere in the back of his mind reliving a memory of his family playing baseball in their yard, anywhere but there, anywhere but in the reality where his sisters were missing.

There was a moment where you tried to grab his hand, ground him, pull him out the hole he was in but nothing came of it. His hand remained limp and it wasn’t until the police were ushering him away into a cruiser that he even moved. You would have thought him incapable of thought entirely if not for the words that continued to tumble out of his mouth.

“This isn’t real.”

It’s only when an officer of your own asked you to follow him that you're snapped out of your trance and do your best to comply. Thinking about Hannah and Beth the whole ride and how scared they must be right now, thinking about Josh and how far away he is. Alone with his fear, alone with himself.

You tried. You truly tried to be there for Josh. At points forgetting to be there for yourself. It seemed so easy to pour yourself into Josh and his healing in an effort to ignore your own, as though helping him would somehow make up for what you’d done to Hannah and Beth. You had left two Washingtons to die, your heart couldn’t take the guilt and pain of another.

For the first few months after their disappearance you foolishly convinced yourself that you two would somehow make it, that you would both take as much time as you needed but at the end of the day, you’d find the strength to heal and collect enough pieces that’d fallen to somewhat resemble the people you once were again.

You kept in contact with mostly Chris and Sam, not being able to stomach the thought of speaking to the others. They seemed to be doing the best they could, and even visited as often as they could. It was different than before, obviously it’d never be the same, but being with the two had your heart leaping. As though if you could just replicate the way you guys used to be, that’d somehow make everything better. It didn’t to no one’s surprise. But with each visit, some even with Josh. It hurt a little less.

It never got easy, it would never be. But it got easier, and your doctor had taught you to celebrate the small victories. For them, for yourself. It was the fourth month without the sisters that you finally laughed and didn’t feel that familiar guilt in your chest that you weren’t doing it with them.

Josh seemed to be adjusting, as well as he could. Or you thought he was. The times he would drift away became fewer and far between when he found the right medication, he even smiled at you again. Not like he used to, but you wouldn’t ask him for that, things would never be like they used to be, but as long as you had Josh you could accept that. When you visited Hannah and Beth’s graves, the coffins buried beneath empty, you told them how things had progressed, and of your hopes that it would continue.

In a cruel sense of fate, it wasn’t long after when you and Josh had the conversation. The one that would snatch that false sense of security you’d created out from under you.

“What did you say?” The words are spoken in such a way that it seems you’re hopeful you heard wrong. “I think we should take a break from seeing each other for a while.” Josh’s tone is flat, as though he’s not saying something that has your stomach tearing in two, the hand running through his hair the only sign of anxiety he shows.

“Why?” Your voice is breathless, true confusion written across your features. You two had been fine, not perfect but fine, happy even, weren’t you? Had you only convinced yourself that was the case? “You’re too painful.”

Josh’s answer feels like a knife has been stabbed through your chest. “I need to do something, to truly heal, and I can’t–” He stops himself to take a deep breath, steadying himself for what he’s about to say. The decision he’s about to make. “I can’t do it if we’re still…” He trails off the answer obvious even without him voicing it.

Your brain tries to process what’s happening, chest beating so hard you hear it in your ears. You’re doing your best to stop any tears that may come, stable enough to not want to make this any harder for either of you. You were too painful? He couldn’t truly heal with you around? You’re taken back to that night, that dark february night when you dragged him to his room and into bed. Directly out of the path Beth would have gone through to chase after Hannah. Did Josh…blame you? Did he think if you had left him in that kitchen his sisters would be alive?

The mere thought has you doubling over, head in your hands as they rest on your knees. The room spinning too fast to continue looking, fuck being stable your lungs feel like they’re collapsing into themselves. Your body’s on fire, as you struggle to keep your breaths steady.

Even through the panic you’re able to feel disgust towards yourself, Josh had lost his sisters, his trust in his friends, and had to deal with you being a constant reminder of that night. That life he once lived. You couldn’t even be upset that he might blame you, you’ve spent plenty of nights blaming yourself as well. But hearing it from him, having him say you were too painful to heal with, god it was ripping a new hole in your heart before you’d never completely closed the first one.

You had to get out of there before you had a full on collapse, you couldn’t do that to him, you couldn’t force him to sit through your grief when he had so much of his own. You were being selfish holding onto Josh like you had, using him to pretend you could even somewhat be normal again. Just waiting for him to heal like if he had you could return to being the couple you were before, the couple that in your mind had killed his sisters. What was wrong with you?

You had left Josh’s house that day with an understanding between you two. One that you weren’t upset despite the pain, and would do anything if it meant he could heal. He deserved that much at least.

“I’ll still be here once you’re ready. No matter how long that takes.” You said, your soft hand leaving his limp one for what could be the last time.

This was one hole you couldn’t pull Josh out of, not from lack of trying but he was so convinced that only one thing would do so, only something he could do. His therapist didn’t approve, and he was sure of two things. Neither would you, and he wouldn’t be able to go through with it if that were the case. So he just wouldn’t give you the opportunity to.

He doubted your offer would still be on the table after he was finished, but maybe that's what josh wanted. Pushing you away, pushing everyone away. Maybe it's the least he deserved for what he'd done.

#until dawn #josh washington x reader #josh washington x you #josh washington/reader #angst

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