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TEACHING A POPSTAR HOW TO PLAY FOOTBALL! (chrismd)
Summary: after meeting Chris via your best friend Yasmin, you guys film a video together
warnings: not proof read! i know little to nothing abt football soooo... smau meets me writing!
notes: IM ON FIREEEEEE 😛😛
Going from a some-what known influencer, who happened to sing, to a nation wide known popstar, was a sudden change you were not expecting.
You had always loved music; it was something that helped your head, being able to write out your emotions and put it into a song was your favorite thing. It was the best feeling in the world, you thought, when you finally write the perfect bridge and the song just clicks.
Despite your new popstar status, you were still the same girl at heart. The same girl who was socially awkward and had very few friends. And especially now, when you had begun to blow up, you were skeptical of who to trust. That was until your good friend, Yasmin, introduced you to some of her new found friends, via her boyfriend, George.
“You’ll love them, trust me!” Yasmin said, as the two of you walked down the misty London street.
“I do trust you Yas, it’s just..” You start, tucking your hands into your coat pocket. “I’m just awkward, y’know? Like I can barely hold a conversation..”
Yasmin laughs, “I know, you and George have that in common. But you’re not the only one, like they’re all like that in some way. It’s really just a bunch of dressed up nerds, who seem way more intimidating then you think”
She looks over at you as you remain silent. “Plus, it’s only like one or two other people coming tonight! Really, I think it’s just his flatmates!”
You look over at the beautiful model, “Really?”
She nods enthusiastically, “Yes! I promise!”
“I guess it’s not too bad then..” You say, moving closer to her on the sidewalk.
“That’s the spirit!" Yasmin says, linking her arm through yours as you both continue your walk towards the dinner spot.
After a long, but nice walk through London’s dreary weather, you and Yasmin finally arrived at the restaurant. Walking inside the establishment, you both immediately see George sitting at a booth with two other males.
The dinner had gone shockingly well. You found out one of George’s flatmates is also a musician, which is something the two of you quickly bonded over. While with George’s other flatmate Chris, you had not a lot in common with, but you found him to be very charming.
Someway throughout the night, you had gotten both of their instagrams, and had overall made new friends. It was an odd experience, connecting with people so quickly, but you welcomed it.
Yasmin had gotten up to use the bathroom, while George was off to find Arthur who had wandered off somewhere, which left you and Chris alone.
“Is it weird,” Chris starts, setting down the glass of wine he had been drinking. “To become famous for doing something you love?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” You said, chuckling.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.. but for you it’s different, is it not? Like yeah, I love football and for a while it was like my only personality trait,” He says, taking a break to laugh.
“But the way you speak of music, it’s different. You seem to live for it in a way. I guess? I mean I know I only just met you but, well I guess this is weird, I shouldn’t assume things…” Chris finishes, awkwardly trailing off at the end.
“No you’re right,” You say quickly, giggling at his awkward ramblings. “I do, live for music. I never wrote it or made it to become like, famous, you know?” You look down at the table of food that had been pretty much devoured.
“I never had that goal.. I think that’s what makes it so special. It was meant to happen, or at least that’s what I think.” You say, quietly, looking up to see Chris thoughtfully nodding, before smiling.
“I get that, I always think I’m the luckiest man alive to be able to play football with my mates for a living.”
You laugh, reaching for your glass. “Well surely that requires some effort.”
“I mean it does, but it’s an easy job, easier than most I mean.” He looks at his drink then glances up at you. “You should join sometime.” He adds, quickly.
You shake your head smiling. “I am no good at football, trust me. I’d be the laughing stock of the video!”
“I mean, I could teach you.” He says, grinning. “Only if you’d want me to, of course.”
“We’ll see…” You say, before taking a drink from your glass.
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The video was finally out and while you had yet to watch it, you were very excited. As much as it was awkward to see yourself on camera, you had started to get used to it. With all the edits and videos on stage that people made of you, it was hard not to adapt.
“We’ve had pre-league footballers, we’ve had my mates, but we’ve never had a pop star!” Chris announces to the camera, as you stand beside him.
“Sorry Arthur Hill..” You mutter, causing Chris to grin wider.
“But today that all changes! I’m here with the infamous (Y/n) (L/n) and I’m going to teach her how to play!” Chris says, with people behind the camera clapping.
“Well I wouldn’t say infamous.” You say, rubbing your hands together, due to the cold morning.
The video cuts to a voice over of Chris explaining what’s going to happen.
“We’re going to see if I can teach a pop star, who knows practically nothing about football, how to play, and then put her in a match with me and some of my mates.” Voice-over Chris says, whilst footage from your training sessions play.
“But first, we need to get her some gear!” Theres a swift transition to the two of you walking along London’s streets.
“So,” Chris says, as the camera turns on. “Have you ever bought trainers for running on grass before?”
“Uhh, can’t say that I have. Actually, I try to avoid running all together.” You say, causing him and the camera people to laugh.
You watch, smiling, as the video shows you and Chris joking around while looking at shoes. The camera catches you smiling like an idiot as Chris goes on some monologue about the best type of shoes for football, making you feel a tad embarrassed.
Finally, after the shopping montage, you guys arrive at the pitch.
“Okay, I’m going to teach you the basics, and all I want is for you to watch me right now, alright?” Chris says, looking at you then the camera.
“Aye aye aye, Captain!” You jokingly salute, as he runs midway through the pitch.
You watch him run and do amazing shots in awe. He remains completely casual throughout all of his demonstrations, and motivational throughout all of your attempts.
You heave, after just attempting to score a goal. “How on EARTH do you do this all the time?!”
Chris jogs up to you, laughing at your disheveled state. “You’re almost there, just score this goal then you can go home. Trust me, you’ve got this.”
You groan, as one of the assistants puts the ball back in it’s place, ready for you to kick it. Feeling particularly nervous for this one, since Chris is literally right behind you, you take a deep breath before running up to kick the ball. Before you even realize, the goal makes it.
You giddily run back to Chris, “I DID IT!!”
He laughs, running up to you, taking you into a hug. “See I told you!”
“Oh my god, I can go home now!” You cheer, you feel him chuckle right by your ear, as the both of you are still hugging.
People around the pitch are laughing and you feel yourself flush, watching the embrace you and Chris shared.
There's a cut to a new day, with not only you and Chris, but also George, Arthur (tv), Issac, and Theo.
“Right so,” Chris starts, before getting mocked by George.
“Right so!” He says, causing all of you to laugh except for Chris, who in return rolls his eyes.
“After days of training, the game match is finally here. I thought the best way to truly test my teachings is to put her into a match with me and my mates!” Chris explains to the camera, which shoots over to you.
“Days? I swear it was at least a week…” You mumble, getting a few laughs.
“(Y/n), we literally have only had practice for 3 days.” Chris says, turning to you standing on his left.
“Could’ve fooled me…”
Arthur laughs, “Yeah, sounds like you’re a lousy teacher!” A few people laugh at Arthur’s insult, before once again it’s cut to voice over Chris.
“So! I’ve divided the teams up eveningly, with (Y/n), Me, and Issac on a team.” You smile, watching the images of you guys pop up on screen.
“Against, Theo, George, and Arthur!” The video cuts back to all of you guys getting ready to play.
“How is this fair,” George says, walking up to the goal. “I have one person who is 59 years old and another who is paper thin.”
“What does that have to do with anything??” Arthur yells, before the video cuts to Theo frowning.
Somehow, probably because George’s team had Theo Baker, but your team was losing. Eventually it ended up with you all taking penalty shots, and whoever makes it first wins the game. You were first up, with Arthur following you.
You look behind you and yell back at the guys, “I’m scared, I don’t want ArthurTv to win a ChrisMD video!!”
Arthur extends his arms and yells. “What?!!” Causing the guys to laugh at him.
Walking up to the line you feel your heart pumping, and while you watch it back you can feel the anxiety radiating off of your body.
Chris claps, “C’mon!! You’ve got this, just remember the goal from the other day!”
You feel your heart race at the mention of the goal from the other day and the embrace you had shared with him. You walk a bit back from the line, before taking a deep breath and running up to kick the ball, and in classic ChrisMD fashion, your goal makes it, causing your team to win.
You run back cheering, as everyone, including the guys on the other team, cheer for the goal you make. Chris rushes towards you, grabbing you into a hug, which causes you to laugh and hug him back. You guys hug for a minute longer than necessary, making it obvious that it wasn't just a celebratory hug, which one of the editors put a funny gif on screen. You guys break as Issac runs up and celebrates the win with you guys.
You watch as Chris, standing next to Chris as he does the outro.
Smiling from your couch, you feel your phone buzz. You look at texts from Yasmin, asking you about your whereabouts, you don’t open the messages and instead throw your phone down. You get up from the couch and stroll through your apartment all the way back to your bedroom.
Walking in your room, you grin at the sight.
“Mmm, I was wondering where you were.” A sleepy voice says from your bed.
“Oh you know, my favorite youtuber ChrisMD uploaded a video, I had to make sure I was one of the first viewers.”
Chris laughs and sits up in your bed. “Oh yeah, what’s the amazing video about?”
“Something to do with a pop-star, I think it’s a must watch.”
୨⎯𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 ➛ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏⎯୧
summary: chris only wants to spend time with you when it's convenient for him | Chris x fem!reader
notes: have a lil bit of angst on this tuesday night, based on this request!
content: 1.4k wc, angst, chris being a bit of an asshole, bit of a fluff ending, I suppose
You already know it’s going to be a problem before you even tell him.
It’s not because Chris is a bad boyfriend – he isn’t. He’s affectionate, attentive when he’s with you, the kind of person who makes you laugh without trying and pulls you into his side like it’s second nature. When he’s present, he’s really present, and that’s what makes this harder to pin down, harder to explain without sounding ungrateful.
But there’s a pattern.
One you’ve been trying not to look at too closely.
You’re standing behind the counter at work, your phone balanced between your shoulder and your ear, the low hum of the cafe around you filling the background as you wipe down the surface in front of you.
“I’ve got Friday sorted.” Chris is saying, his voice bright, easy, already halfway into planning mode. “We can go out – maybe dinner, or we could just stay in, I don’t mind. I just want to see you properly.”
You close your eyes for a second before answering. “Chris…”
He pauses immediately, picking up on the tone.
“What?”
“I can’t do Friday,” you say carefully. “I’ve got a shift.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Then. “What? Again?”
The way he says it – sharp, disbelieving – makes something in your stomach drop.
“Yeah,” you reply, trying to keep your voice even. “They’ve put me on close this week.”
“But it’s Friday,” he says, like that alone should change something. “You always work Fridays now.”
You bite back the first response that comes to mind at his tone.
“It’s my job, Chris.” You go with instead.
“I know it’s your job,” he says quickly, frustration already creeping in. “I’m just saying- it’s a bit shit, isn’t it? I finally have a free night, and you’re working.”
There it is.
Not I’m sorry you’re working.
Not that sucks for you.
Just – it’s convenient for me.
You grip the edge of the counter a little tighter, trying to keep your tone neutral. “I didn’t choose the rota.”
“Can’t you swap with someone?” he asks, like it’s obvious.
You let out a small breath through your nose. “Not really. It’s last minute, and everyone else is already working or busy.”
“Well, ask,” he pushes. “There’s got to be someone.”
You close your eyes for a second, irritation flickering under your skin now.
“I have asked before,” you say, a little firmer. “It’s not that easy.”
There’s a pause, but it doesn’t feel like he’s reconsidering – it feels like he’s annoyed.
“I just don’t get why they keep putting you on Fridays,” he mutters. “It’s the one-night people actually have free.”
Something about that – about the way he says people, like your time only matters when it aligns with his – makes something shift in your chest
“I don’t really get a say in it,” you reply, voice tight.
“Yeah, but you could try harder to change it,” he says, and that’s the moment it lands wrong.
You go still.
Because suddenly it doesn’t feel like he’s frustrated at the situation.
It feels like he’s frustrated at you.
“I have to go,” you say abruptly, because you can feel the conversation slipping somewhere you don’t want it to go. Not here, not while you’re at work, not while you’re trying to keep everything together.
“What? Why?” he asks.
“I’m busy,” you reply, already pulling the phone away. “I’ll talk to you later.”
You hang up before he can respond.
Friday comes anyway.
And you show up to work like you always do, pushing everything else to the side because you have to. There isn’t really another option. You don’t have the luxury of just deciding not to come in, of swapping shifts on a whim because someone else wants your time.
Your job isn’t flexible like that.
Your life isn’t.
But Chris’s is.
And maybe that’s the problem.
By the time your shift ends, you’re exhausted in that dull, lingering way that seeps into your bones. The kind of tired that isn’t just physical, but emotional too, sitting heavy in your chest after a day of pushing things down and pretending you’re fine.
You don’t expect him to be outside.
So when you step out into the cool night air and see him leaning against the wall a few feet away, hands shoved into his pockets, your steps falter for a second.
He looks up as soon as he notices you, straightening slightly.
“Hey.”
“Hi… what are you doing here?”
He shrugs, like it’s obvious. “Waiting for you.”
Your chest tightens.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, stepping closer, your voice is softer than before.
“I know,” he replies. “I wanted to.”
There’s a pause as you take him in properly, trying to place the shift in his tone, the difference between now and the way he’d sounded on the phone earlier in the week.
“I thought you were busy tonight,” you say carefully.
“I was,” he admits. “But it didn’t feel worth it.”
Something about that makes your stomach twist – not in a good way.
“Chris…”
“I mean it,” he continues, stepping closer. “I just- look, I know I was a bit off the other day, but it’s just because I missed you and wanted to see you. That’s all.”
You study him for a moment, something unresolved still sitting between you.
“Only when it works for you, though,” you say quietly.
He blinks, thrown off.
“What?”
“You want to see me,” you continue, your voice steady, but still frustrated, “but only when you’re free. Only when it fits into your plans.”
“That’s not-” he starts, frowning.
“You didn’t ask me how my shift was,” you cut in, not harsh, just… honest. “You didn’t say ‘that sucks, I’m sorry you’re working,’ You just got annoyed because it didn’t line up with what you wanted.”
The words hang between you, heavy.
He looks at you properly now, really looking, like he’s trying to understand where this is coming from.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, but there’s uncertainty in his voice now.
“I know you didn’t,” you reply. “That’s kind of the problem.
He goes quiet.
“I don’t get to pick my hours,” you continue, your voice quieter now, but steadier, “I don’t get to just move things around because I feel like it. And it makes me feel like… like I’m only convenient to you when I can fit into your schedule.”
His expression shifts at that, something sharper cutting through the defensiveness.
“That’s not true.”
“It feels like it,” you say simply.
He runs a hand through his hair, looking away briefly before meeting your eyes again, and this time, there’s something different there – something closer to understanding.
‘I didn’t realise I was doing that,” he admits quietly.
You nod slightly. “I know.”
Another pause.
“I just miss you,” he says after a moment, softer this time, like he’s finally stripped it back to the truth. “And I get frustrated when I can’t see you.”
Your chest softens slightly at that, but it doesn’t erase anything else.
“I miss you too,” you admit. “But that doesn’t mean I can just drop everything.”
“I know,” he says quickly, stepping closer. “I know. I just… I think I’ve been acting like your time is less fixed than mine.”
You don’t respond straight away.
Because that’s exactly it.
“And it’s not,” he adds, almost to himself. “it’s just as important. Probably more, actually, because you’re the one who doesn’t get to move things around.”
You let tout a small breath, some of the tension easing from your shoulders.
“I don’t need you to fix it,” you say quietly. “I just need you to understand it.”
He nods immediately. “I do. Or-” he corrects himself, “I’m trying to.”
There’s a sincerity in it that wasn’t there before.
“And I don’t want to be the reason you feel like that,” he adds, “like you’re only… convenient.”
Your throat tightens slightly.
“Then don’t be,” you say gently.
He huffs out a small, almost self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah. Right. Fair.”
Another quiet moment passes between you, but this one feels lighter.
“I’m sorry,” he says after a beat, and this time it sounds real. “Really.”
You study him for a second, then nod.
“Okay.”
He hesitates, then steps a little closer, his hand brushing lightly against yours, like he’s testing the waters.
“Are you… still tired?” he asks.
You hugg out a laugh. “Very.”
“Can I at least walk you home?” he asks.
You glance at him, then nod. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
His fingers slip into yours as you start walking, the contact tentative at first, then more certain when you don’t pull away and for the first time, it doesn’t feel like you’re the only one adjusting.
Maybe that’s what you needed all along.
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Chris md x dem reader angst angst angsttttttttt
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SUMMARY ౨ৎ when he left you all alone and never really told you why. that's how he lost the girl.
WARNINGS ʚ fem!reader but idk if it's really mentioned?? angst, ends with slight fluff i guess? i know this isn't quite angst but i suck at angst sorry!
౨ৎ
it had now been officially six months since you and chris last spoke. six months since you were last at his apartment, cuddling on the settee while binge watching lord of the rings. six months since you both shared a kiss that felt it would last a lifetime.
six months since you had cut it off. it started over some silly argument about something you couldn't even remember now. a screaming match in the kitchen, making you feel lucky that arthur and george were out for drinks.
words were thrown back and forth, mentions of past relationships and heartbreaks, trust issues, and walls being built back up.
"i don't know why you're so upset over this," chris sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.
"i'm upset because you've chosen to do a film with the boys, after we had made plans, chris," you said, you voice becoming quiet, tears brimming your eyes.
"we made plans for a date, and you've blown me off so you—"
"i've hardly blown you off, us two can schedule a date another day, but this filming requires everyone involved to reschedule!" he cut you off, a hand rubbing between the bridge of his nose.
looking back, you could understand where he was coming from, however the pain of his words still lingered.
he watched how your face seemed to drop, blinking becoming more rapid to hopefully halt the tears. his face contorted into something you could only describe as guilt. he opened his mouth to talk, however, you cut him off before he could.
"this isn't working." you muttered, looking down at your feet. you didn't dare look up to meet his eyes, as you knew they were full of regret and guilt.
"we clearly aren't on the same wavelength here, priority wise." you said, before leaving him stood there in the kitchen, mouth slightly open, as unsaid words were stuck on the tip of his tongue. the last you heard was your name being called, before you slammed his front door shut.
you ran into arthur and george in the corridor of the apartment building, however gave them a cold shoulder when they attempted to ask what was wrong.
six months later, and here you were, sat on your settee, in your cold and empty flat. you had received a few messages from arthur and george, however chris was radio silent. you never opened their messages.
a message from liv had pulled you out of your trance, asking you if you wanted to come for drinks. you politely declined, knowing chris would most likely be there. it felt petty avoiding him, but he was doing the same to you. you were slumped back, phone thrown across the other side of the room, and 'friends' being played on the tv.
it was around a few hours later, when you heard a knock on the door. weird, the food delivery usually buzzes up, as they don't know the passcode?
you sigh, standing up, brushing off your pyjamas bottoms, and making your way to the door.
and there he was, stood in your doorway, hair slightly damp, and his hands shaking, clearly having walked in the rain. you both stood in silence for a minute, flowers in his hand.
"are you insane?" you whispered, taking note of how his eyes were slightly red.
"this has been the longest six months of my life," he whispered back, slowly stepping forward, as if you'd run if he moved too quick. "please, can we talk?"
you had wordlessly let him in, closing the door behind him, as he effortlessly put the flowers in an empty vase by the door, tugging off his wet coat, hanging it on the rack, before making his way to the living room.
"i'm really sorry, for everything," he started, looking down at his hands in his lap, "for what i said, for what i did– didnt do." he looked up at you, your eyes barely meeting, before you forced yourself to look away, trying to stop the tears from forming already.
"i should have simply cancelled the recording, i shouldn't have let you leave, and i definitely shouldn't have debated for six months wether to call you or not." he said, a hand running through his wet curls.
"what made you come here now?" you asked, voice small.
"george was sick of seeing me rot away in the apartment, i guess," he shrugged, a small smile on his face, "talked me out of my slump and forced me out the flat."
it was around two hours later, where long conversations were shared, apologies were made, and now the only worry you had was how chris was possibly going to get home in the storm.
"you could always just stay the night," you shrugged, sharing a pizza with him, as he looked at you.
"are you sure? i don't want to rush you back into things-"
"chris, we had sex on the first date, i think we'll be fine," you said, a small smile on your face, as a cheeky grin came on his.
"it wasn't sex, it was love making–"
"shut up."
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user OMG ITS MUM AND DAD !!!!
georgeclarkeey but is he better at free kicks than most premier league footballers?
↳ chrismd10 funnily enough, he is!
↳ yourusername he fucking wishes
arthurtv are you guys married yet or what
user guys my parents are no longer divorced this is INSANE
↳ user we don't even know if they broke up?
↳ user girl they didn't post with eachother for half a year. felt like half a fuckinf decade
↳ chrismd10 ain't that the truth
Gonna start calling him ChrAssMD.
he's a thirst trapper without trying.
never seen someone so happy to be two footed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
perhaps i love him