Could I make a request? Chris gets progressively more handsy with reader while filming a pub golf
HANDS TO MYSELF — chris dixon.┊ ➶ ｡˚ °𖥔 ݁ ˖
– hey anon, ofc my requests are always open! thank u for this request and feel free to send more xx here u go
backstory: you’ve been dating chris for almost a year and a half now and it’s definitely the most exciting relationship you’ve ever been in, from watching him from the sidelines, watching him record videos in his room — it was finally time for his fans to see you.
you’re in munich for your first pub golf video and your first ever on-screen appearance on chris’ channel.
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—“TODAY WERE IN MUNICH where we will consume a beverage at each of nine pubs. welcome back to football pub golf everyone!” chris boomed with excitement as everyone cheered and clapped.
“also joined by my beautiful girlfriend yn, this is her first ever appearance on my channel so you guys get to see what she’s like absolutely battered.” he grinned. it faded to a vignette screen with the words ‘she’s a very big lightweight’ before cutting to the montages of the two teams.
you, chris and harry were on the england team whilst george, arthur and isaac(italianbach) was on the germany team.
the man, stephentries at the ref.
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it cuts to interviews prior to the pubs where chris asks “do you enjoy pub golf?”
harry: “no. i mean- uh, well i do”
arthur: “not really, no. last time i passed out on harry’s sofa at 7:00 pm so..”
chris: “the last time we did pub golf it was probably the most drunk i’ve ever been in my entire life and there was a lot of footage the footage didn’t see.”
y/n: umm.. no comment, i’ve never done this video before and chris has held me at gunpoint to do this video so i didn’t really have a choice”
–“guys that’s not true!”
—“what do you think of stephen tries as our referee today?”
george: “uhh absolute calamity, dunno how the hell that happened”
isaac: “prick.”
y/n: oh stephen is a lovely man! throws me off that he’s very ginger though …
stephen: “it’s a bold call, last time he somewhat embarrassed himself, now he’s taken a backward step and realised he had a problem.”
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stephen goes ahead and explains the rules, nodding your head as you slowly get a better understanding to the game, made much more sense than chris frantically trying to explain how the cane worked.
FIRST PUB—
chris and i sat beside each other having a little chat as pints were served. we all had our pints, i quickly downed my first pint, shaking the shivers out of my body as chris rubbed my back gently. i knew i was fucked when i felt the alcohol kick in not long after. not to mention that i haven’t had a full breakfast which made it 1000x worse.
SECOND PUB —
after arriving to the second pub, i sat in between harry and chris as chris explained the category game we were playing.
“first category is, ksi songs - features included” stephen says as he handed the drink to harry. in all honesty i had to name off the top of my head but i knew i wasn’t gonna last that long. as the game went on, arthur ended up losing — downing the first pint. “harry you start us off again, common names for boobs - go” i couldn’t help but snicker, knowing already that this round was gonna take ages.
THIRD PUB —
we arrive at the next pub, the pints set in front as chris explained the next game called ‘shot for shot’
“so does that mean i get to bully you?” i joked. “the other team y/n! fucks sake” he groaned, harry and george laughing at my comment.
after a game of banter and bickering, i didn’t really get targeted that much but when i did, i quickly fired back — george and i having a little laugh when he read out his lists of insults to chris.
FOURTH PUB—
“another shot for the little man please!” stephen announced as he held up a yellow card at chris, chris rolling his eyes since nobody laughed at his horrible joke. “should we just play fortnite mobile with all of us doing a battle royal were all of us join the same lobby and the last one standing—“
“oh my god i think you should stop talking” chris intruded arthur, stephen removing the shot while arthur frowned which made me feel a little bit bad. soon after, the waitress came with about 5 big pints in her hand as she set them down on our table. “oh i’m so fucked” i said as i shook my head. “oh no, oh no” chris said repeatedly as his eyes followed the foam running down the side of the pint glass.
“welcome to pub four everyone” we all passed the beer around, we all had the pints in front of us as we got ready for the next game, splitting the G. thankfully there was rubber bands around it to make it a little easier, but even so — i wasn’t all that bad with my splitting the g. we watched isaac split it perfectly before downing the rest of the drink, gaining no point for him.
chris did it next, harry and i telling him to keep going as he continued to drink, george and stephen making teasing comments. chris ended up not doing it which made him gain 2 points, chris downing it ever so slowly. harry next, unfortunately overdoing it which gained harry 2 points as well. as the others did their drinks, it was finally my turn. “y/ns usually good at this so i’m sure she’ll do fine” chris shrugged, everyone watching me as i lifted the glass up and started taking sips, after a few seconds i set the drink down, waiting for the fizz and foam to settle a bit which revealed i split it perfectly in the middle, harry and chris clapping before chris leaned up maybe a bit too close as he took a look at my pint. “see! she’s class” chris grinned from ear to ear, feeling his left hand on my thigh as we watched arthur do his turn.
FIFTH PUB—
“awh guys i just remembered we were having such good fun but woman suffer so much in menstruation!” arthur says in disbelief whilst we all laughed, chris shook his head “what a little dweeb” he snickers. “uh? rude, arthur’s not wrong yknow” i nudged chris’ arm, tutting at him jokingly. “aw i’m sorry darling” he teased back, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close unexpectedly, i totally realise that we’re both probably fucked now.
“right everyone, hi youtube!“ chris said sweetly as he waved to the camera — harry and i sharing a weird look before all of us bursted into laughter at his strange comment.
“basically, we’re swapping alcohol with a big girthy german sausage and you have to eat it in the fewest bites possible!” chris explained as one of the waiters came out with a plate of sausages, handing out one to each of us. “hmm, i dunno how that’s gonna fit in my mouth” i murmur to myself, chris and i sharing a glance “dont act like you don’t know how to take a sausage” he teased before piss laughing. “i heard that!” stephen said in disgust, pointing at trh two of us which made me giggle.
after arthur did his attempt, harry almost dying on us, isaac stuffing his face, george gagging like it’s a cock while chris and i did a cheers and shoving out face in sausage, trying not to laugh. stephen giving chris an extra shot for all of us. “oh thanks a lot chris, we just evened with them” i rolled my eyes as we made our way to the next area. “what did you say?” chris said before sprinting towards me, i let out a loud squeal as i try and run away from him — curse his little speedy legs, he caught up to me, grabbing my waist from the back and pulling me in close, my back against his chest as he lifted me off the ground as i laughed. “chris put me down!” i exclaimed while giggling
“i think chris gets incredibly horny when he’s drunk” george hummed as he spoke to isaac, “yeah, oh yeah - he’s all g-spot that guy” isaac nodded. “huh?” chris asked — looking back at the two behind him. “oh nothing!” george grinned.
as we kept walking, chris couldn’t stop touching me, wether it was his hands on my waist, his arms around my shoulder or holding my hand as we continued walking. “you’re incredibly clingy when you’re drunk y’know that right?“ i smiled. he shrugged, doing the little pouty face he does as his green eyes stared into mine. “well i can’t help that i want to hold my girl” he grinned. “ohh never say that ever again.” i laughed, pulling away from him which ended up him chasing me once again.
SIXTH PUB —
we entered the seating area inside since it was getting too cold — we watched arthur and chris get ready for their shots before chris does the most absolute stupidest thing ever.
“does this count as a red card?” chris tilts his head as he poured the shot onto the floor. i face-palm myself and groan. “fuck sake chris!” harry and i shaking our head in disappointment.
“red card!“ stephen stood up, taking out the red card from his bag. “we’re so losing” i mumble, taking out my phone as my vision started delaying by the tiniest bit — i try to focus on not puking up my stomach hopefully as i scanned through unread texts and whatnot. chris resting his head on my shoulder.
after a game of never have i ever, we make our way to pub number 5… i think.
SEVENTH PUB —
we arrived, sitting down and chris’ hands immediately wrapping around my shoulder as we all played the 10 to 1 game, harry may or may not have cheated but either way, arthur still had his shot to do.
the next challenge was a try not to laugh challenge, i was known for my shit humour so i feared i might fail us. i held beer in my mouth as i watched arthur, george and isaac tried to make me laugh, failing horribly — i just shook my head at the shit attempt.
after harry gives stephen some back shots — the drink spills over george and everyone stands up and goes to grab some tissues.
EIGHTH PUB —
we walked around the streets, drunk and loud as we made our way to the second last pub — chris not shutting up at all.
“he either acts really gay or is just so clingy to his girlfriend” george raised a brow.
we arrived into the eighth pub, playing snap, arthur getting a red card and downing shots to the individual who loses. arthur doing more painful shots, looking completely out of it before we left, arthur being the last to leave, he broke a shot glass. chris grabbing my hand and dragging me to arthur before telling stephen. i go on chris’ back, almost falling off as we headed to finally, our last pub.
NINETH PUB—
“whoever wins this, wins” stephen stated.
“lock the fuck in” i murmured, the game starting, as i quickly down my pint, fighting back the urge to spew my guts out before clinking my glass to harry as he started drinking his pint. we were in the lead for a good few moments but when it turns to chris, it went downhill.
unfortunately after our loss, i felt likibg dying. running to the nearest bush and throwing up. chris follows behind me, holding back my hair and rubbing my back. “don’t worry, we’re done now okay?” he said softly — slightly slurred but it’s not like i was any better anyway.
he wrapped his arm around my waist as i leaned on his shoulder, as he did the outro to his youtube video.
“do you enjoy pubgolf?”
harry: still no
y/n: i don’t think i can handle this — i just want to go home
chris: d’you know what, i handled my alcohol tolerance
george: i had a very good time, we came through in the end
isaac: i had a great time but we got let down by arthur cause he kept getting red cards and yellow cards.
arthur: best german experience ever!
stephen: lots of disgusting tactics, i got bend over a bench so
there was a quick clip at then end, you and chris having a little chat before he swiftly grabs your chin and kisses you, catching you by surprise whilst the boys cheer and clap and having a little laugh.
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