Summary - You're a coach for the under 13s football team and you happen to be training at the same pitch Chris is filming at. You end up challenged to a score some free kicks agains Chris and Theo. You get more than you bargained for.
Based on this request
Pairing - Chris MD x Reader
Warnings - Nothing really. Awkward interaction asking for a date.
Word Count - 2.1k
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You’d booked your usual spot on the astro pitch for your weekly training session with the under 13s club you trained. It was usually a bit hectic, with twenty rowdy tweens running around trying to be the next Messi or Van Dijk, but you love it. It’s a mix of boys and girls which is amazing, when you were younger there was one girls team in the county and nowhere near as much funding as there is now.
About half way through the session, the kids are put into groups to practice a passing drill, everything was going smoothly, the kids weren’t too excitable, not taking the piss or acting up. At least for now, you have no doubt at some point one of the boys will try to red arse another, or someone will end up in the empty kit bag being dragged around the astro. It’s just standard, really.
You make rounds, checking in on each team giving encouragement and corrections when needed.
You get to the last group, and they’re doing so well until Jack totally misses a pass because his attention snaps to the other side of the pitch.
“Jack, what’re you doing, mate?”
He continues to down the pitch, mouth agape like he doesn’t even hear you. There’s a group of people setting something up, some sort of video by the looks of it. Cameras set up, the guys clipping mic packs onto their shirts.
“Jack?” You try to get his attention again.
“Sorry!” His head snaps to the side to look at you, pointing down the pitch, “but that- I swear, that’s ChrisMD and Theo Baker.”
You know who they are, obviously. You grew up watching the UK YouTube scene, the football videos from the Sidemen, Chris, Theo.
“Well, it looks like they’re filming a video or something, we don’t want to bother them, do we? Besides, you’ve got training to do. Maybe when they’re finished I’ll go over and see if they’ve got five minutes to come over and speak to you, yeah?” You offer, ruffling his hair.
“Er, I don’t think we have to wait until they finish,” he laughs, pointing across the pitch to a short figure absolutely legging it towards them. “I think Archie’s made that decision himself.”
“Oh, for fuck sake.” You mutter, taking off in a jog to chase after him. “Archie!”
When you reach the other side of the astro, Archie’s talking to Chris and Theo. He’s obviously star struck, bouncing on the balls of his feet, talking a hundred miles a minute.
“And- And she’s gonna take us to the charity match next year, and she’s like the best footballer ever, even as a girl! Like, better than you!” Archie rambles.
“Jesus Christ, Archie,” you shake your head and look at the YouTubers, “I’m really sorry. He’s supposed to be doing drills, not harassing you guys.”
“It’s alright,” Chris chuckles, “it happens. We’ve got time anyway, still waiting on a few others to show up.”
“Who else?!” Archie asks, this is like Christmas to him. “What are you filming?”
“We’ve got Danny Aarons, Ciaran Carlin, Bach, Arthur TV, and AB coming,” Chris explains, incredibly patient given that there’s an over excited eleven year old acting like an excited puppy. “And we’re doing a new defender added every time you score.”
Archie lands you right in it when he says, “Oh, Coach, you’d smoke that challenge.”
“You that good?” Theo challenges, eyebrows raised in doubt.
“Mate, she’s better at free kicks than you and Chris.” Archie brags like he’s the one who could beat them.
“Oh my god, Archie, be quiet.” You sigh, not wanting an eleven year old to embarrass you in front of ChrisMD. Like, come on, it’s ChrisMD and literally thousands of girls fancy him and you’re not immune to it either.
“Nah, nah, Coach, come on! You could beat them, easy!”
“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Theo shrugs, obviously feeling confident that this kid was just bigging you up.
“Fuck it,” you shrug and turn to Archie, “don’t tell your mum I swore in front of you.”
He imitates zipping his mouth shut and nods excitedly. How is his coach now going to challenge ChrisMD and Theo Baker to a football challenge?
“If you have time, we can do some free kicks,” you agree, not over confident, just sure of yourself.
Archie cheers and bolts back up the pitch to get the rest of the team down to watch. His shouts echoing across the astro. And like you predicted, Jack and Archie are pulling Katie and Alex in the empty kit bag down the pitch, followed by a wave of under 13s.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologise again, “you didn’t have to do this, but, thank you, you really have made their day.”
“It’s alright, we’ve got plenty of time.” Chris says politely.
“Even if we didn’t, I want to see if you’re as good as he says,” Theo laughs.
Once the kids are settled, Danny, Arthur and AB have arrived which caused more commotion with the kids, but it worked out because there’d be a wall for the free kicks. You’re confident in your ability, you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of two the football YouTubers, but your team is properly bigging you up, chanting and shouting.
“First to score five?” Theo suggests, acting the big man with his overexaggerated warm ups. Stretching his arms and jogging on the spot.
“Sounds fair.” You nod, tightening the ponytail on top of your head.
“Ladie’s first,” Theo smiles, correcting himself when you go to step up to the ball, “I meant Chris.”
That gets a chorus of laughs from the eleven to thirteen year olds watching, and obviously comes the jokes and pre-teens ripping into the two older men.
“Chris, you’re shit.”
“Language!” You scold.
“Chris, you’re shorter than me and I’m half your age!”
That one gets a laugh because Jake is 13 and almost as tall as you already.
“Theo, I think you’re due a trip to Turkey mate, that trim is tragic.”
“That hat’s not hiding anything Theo.”
You shush the rowdy crowd, trying not to laugh and encourage them to be rude, but they’re full of that young arrogance and they fully believe you can beat Chris and Theo which is nice.
Chris does his usual, clean free kick, the ball rattling the net, top bins. That only makes the group of kids boo him.
Theo goes next, the keeper gets a hand on it but ultimately it hits the back of the net. Another round of boos.
You step up next, your group shouting ideas at you.
“Left foot it, Y/N.”
“Trivela it!”
“Do the Nakamura against United in ‘06!”
“You weren’t even born then!” Theo exclaims, looking at the group in shock that they know such a niche reference.
“Yeah, and you were born about a hundred years before football was even invented, so what bruv?” Jack sasses back.
“Jack, cut it out, you’re not a roadman, chill.”
“Yes, boss.”
You do decide to show off a little. Why not try to impress the guy you’ve had a crush on for ages? A sweet little left foot, top right bins. Almost like the Nakamura ‘06 goal.
The ball doesn’t sail over the wall like you think they’re expecting. There’s a sharp crack as your foot collides with the ball, and it’s in the back of the net before anyone can react.
The YouTubers all look on in shock, your football team running around mad, celebrating like they were the ones who scored a worldie. It just makes it all the more amazing that you’re so calm about it.
“Jesus Christ!” Chris exclaims, looking at you like you’d just shown him colour for the first time. “That was a left foot?”
“Yeah,” you shrug nonchalantly.
“That was… impressive.” He looks like he’s struggling to find the words to describe it.
The free kicks go on again, Chris hits the post, Theo’s was off target and yours curls perfectly into the right corner of the net. The third Chris’s shot goes in with a great curl that looked like it was going to be miles off before rattling the back of the net.
Theo’s shot hits Arthur TV in the stomach gaining another round of laughter from everyone, possibly on purpose in Theo’s defence since Arthur was winding him up and calling him Malfoy. You just go for a standard free kick, hitting the back of the net again.
You and Chris banter back and forth, trying to put the other off. Maybe it’s bordering on flirting, maybe that’s just wishful thinking. But you have to be mindful of the group of kids watching every shot and calling out their own jabs at the YouTubers.
The fourth go, everyone scores, but you’re already winning on the first to score five having not missed a shot. They’re all calling for you to miss one, trying anything to distract you. It feels like there should be some sort of royalty free music track building up in the background.
You decide to show off, why not. You’ve got Chris Dixon watching you, obviously you want to impress him. To be fair, all of them are watching you, but you can feel Chris’s eyes on you, that’s the only thing that’s making you feel the slightest bit nervous.
You take your run up, strike the ball perfectly with the outside of your foot and watch it fly through the air. Danny, Arthur and AB all jump, turn, do whatever to get a touch on it.
When it hits the back of the net, the rowdy group of pre-teens jump up, celebrating like you’d scored the winner in the Champions League. The YouTubers look on in shock, AB and Danny join in, jumping up and down, shouting in shock.
Chris and Theo just bury their heads in their hands. Theo sits down on the astro, flopping back onto his back, accepting defeat.
When the group all settles down again, Chris comes over to you. “Fair play, that was incredible.”
Your hand meets his with a high five. Your smile mirrors his, it’s hard not to when ChrisMD is complimenting you.
“Thanks, not every day you get to out perform the guy who says he’s better at free kicks than most premier league players,” you joke.
“Okay, I didn’t- I meant-” He laughs, stuttering over his explanation, “most premier league footballers don’t take free kicks so, you know?”
“I guess that makes me better at taking free kicks than most prem players too, then.”
“I guess it does.” He agrees. He makes no move to leave or say goodbye, just stands maybe a little awkwardly.
So you decide to shoot your shot.
“Are you gonna ask for my number then, or..?”
“I am trying to figure out how.” He nods, chuckling nervously.
“Do you want me to type my number into your phone?”
“That would be great.” He takes his phone out and unlocks it to hand it over.
The interaction is slightly awkward but cute. Chris wanted to ask but didn’t want to overstep due to the fact that you’re working right now. Either way, the two of you have gotten what you wanted.
You quickly type in your number and save it, handing the phone back over. He sends a quick text so you have his number in your phone. “You can text me and we’ll organise a date.”
He agrees with a smile. The group around you is chaos of the kids pelting footballs at the goal, AB and Danny joining in. Theo and Arthur watch the two of you, murmuring between themselves.
“I better get that lot back to training before their parents come to get them,” you say, not really wanting to but you have a job to do. “But thanks for that, I had fun and so did they.”
“So did I.”
You get your group wrangled and back to the top of the astro to finish their training. Chris and the boys were kind enough to take a picture with the group too. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and while the group is busy, you quickly check it.
It’s Chris, he’s sent the photos over, the chat bubble pops back up and then another text.
Chris - If you’re free tomorrow, I’d love to take you out for dinner and drinks x
You - I think a date is the least I owe you for embarrassing you like that in front of your friends and a group of fans x
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
arthurtv x reader who makes them in the new tomadochi life game and ofc arthur’s mii immediately falls in love w/ readers mii
MII AND YOU
── ARTHUR FREDERICK ✶⋆.˚
summary: arthur interrupts your vlog about tomadachi life and asks you to make him in the game only for his mii to fall inlove with your mii straight away
content: fluff
notes: I acc want this game SO BAD!! I wanna make the ukyt lot the basterds n sansa stark (my brother said it’d look like a Fortnite lobby.) but my friends have made me in it and I’m with one of the Arthur’s in both worlds
The clip starts with you tucked up in bed, duvet pulled over your legs and your Switch balanced against your knees.
"Right," you tell the camera, turning it around. "I need to show you my Tomodachi Life island because I've become slightly obsessed."
The screen is immediately chaos.
Tiny Miis are wandering around. Someone's running laps outside the apartments. Someone else is having a crisis.
You zoom in on the tower.
"So this is my island."
The camera gets closer.
"I've got Liv."
You tap on Liv's apartment.
"Obviously."
Then another.
"Edward Cullen."
Another.
"Sabrina Carpenter."
Another.
"I think I've got, like, three different fictional murderers in here."
A pause.
"I don't know what that says about me."
The bedroom door opens.
You don't even look up.
"Hello."
A familiar figure appears before immediately throwing himself face-first onto the bed beside you.
Arthur groans dramatically into a pillow.
"What are you doing?"
"Tomodachi Life."
"What?"
You turn the Switch towards him.
"My island."
Arthur lifts his head.
The more he looks at it, the more curious he seems to become.
"Who's that?"
"Liv."
"And who's that?"
"Edward Cullen."
Arthur narrows his eyes.
"Have you made me?"
You stare at him.
Then at the camera.
Then back at the game.
Then back at him.
"Oh."
"What?"
"I haven't actually."
Arthur sits upright immediately.
"You haven't made me?"
"No."
"You've made Edward Cullen."
"Yes."
"You've made Liv."
"Yes."
"You've made Sabrina."
"Yes."
"You've made a vampire."
You laugh.
"Arthur,"
"You've made a fictional man."
"You are being incredibly dramatic."
"I'm not being dramatic."
He points dramatically at the Switch.
"You made Edward Cullen before your actual boyfriend."
"Well Edward Cullen doesn't complain this much."
The camera catches Arthur looking genuinely horrified.
"Wow."
You start laughing.
"Fine. We'll make you."
"Good."
Arthur scoots closer instantly.
"Make me handsome."
"You don't get to decide."
"It’s literally me though."
“Okay buddy.”
You open the Mii creator.
"Hair first."
"No, that's not my hair."
"It's close enough."
"It's not."
"It's pixel hair."
"It matters."
You let out a deep sigh before turning to the camera, “you lot see what I have to deal with.”
Ten minutes later you're still editing.
"No."
"Oh my god."
"My eyebrows aren't that thick."
"They literally are."
"They're not."
The viewers are forced to watch the two of you debate eyebrow accuracy for an embarrassing amount of time.
Eventually the Mii is finished.
You hold up the Switch.
"There. Arthur."
Arthur studies it.
"Hm."
"Hm?"
"The jawline could be stronger."
"It's a Mii."
"The jawline."
"It's a Mii."
Arthur finally nods.
"Okay. That's me."
You save him onto the island.
His apartment appears.
Arthur immediately looks at you.
"Can I meet you?"
"What?"
"In the game."
You laugh.
"You sound desperate."
"I am."
You tap around until both Miis are wandering the island.
"Look."
"Where?"
"There."
Your Mii is standing near the fountain.
Arthur's Mii exits a building.
The tiny characters start walking toward each other.
Arthur immediately sits forward.
"Oh my god."
"They've literally just met."
The Miis stop.
A little interaction bubble appears.
The two of them chat for a few seconds.
Then separate.
Arthur gasps.
"They spoke."
"They did."
"That's us."
"It's not us."
"It is."
You keep playing.
Arthur still looming over your shoulder.
A few minutes pass.
The camera is mostly focused on the game while you explain random island drama.
Then suddenly Arthur's apartment icon flashes.
You pause.
"Oh."
"What?"
"I think you've got a problem."
Arthur sits up.
"What?"
You enter his apartment.
His Mii is standing in the middle of the room looking flustered.
A pink thought bubble appears.
You and Arthur read the text at the exact same time.
'I think I'm in love with Reader.'
"NO WAY."
Arthur practically launches himself off the bed.
"NO WAY."
You start laughing so hard the camera shakes.
"It's been FIVE MINUTES."
Arthur is absolutely losing his mind.
"The game knows."
"The game doesn't know anything."
"The game knows."
"It's been like, five minutes!"
Arthur points triumphantly at the screen.
"My Mii saw your Mii and immediately fell in love."
You can barely speak.
"This is genuinely the funniest thing that's happened all week."
Arthur is already invested.
"What do we do?"
"We do nothing."
"No, no, no."
He points at the screen.
"We help him."
"Him?"
"Me."
"You are not him."
"I am him."
You stare at him.
Arthur stares back.
The Mii on-screen is still standing there dramatically in love.
You start laughing again.
"Why is digital Arthur exactly the same as real Arthur?"
"Because he's based on a winner."
"He's based on a freak."
“You take that back.”
The little Mii on the screen is still standing there looking hopelessly in love.
Arthur sighs.
"Look at him."
"I'm looking."
"He's struggling."
"He met me six minutes ago."
"He met the love of his life six minutes ago."
You snort.
"Oh my god."
Arthur is already sitting closer, shoulder pressed against yours as he watches the screen.
The camera catches both of you hunched over the Switch.
You tap out of the apartment and send the Mii back outside.
For a few moments nothing happens.
Arthur watches the screen.
You watch the screen.
The camera watches the two of you watching the screen.
"Boom."
Arthur points.
Your Mii is standing outside the fountain.
His Mii walks around the corner.
The tiny characters stop.
A speech bubble appears.
The two Miis start chatting.
Arthur immediately leans forward.
"There they are."
"They've found each other."
"How cute they're talking."
You grin.
"They do that."
"No but they're talking."
You laugh.
"They've spoken before."
Arthur ignores you.
The conversation lasts a few seconds.
The Miis smile.
Then they turn and walk away.
Arthur sighs dramatically.
"No!"
"What?"
"They should've kissed."
You nearly drop the Switch.
"What?"
"They should've kissed."
"They've had one conversation."
"Okay…?"
"That's not how relationships work."
Arthur points at the screen.
"It is in my heart."
You laugh so hard the camera shakes.
"You're ridiculous."
"I'm invested now."
"Clearly."
A few minutes later you're showing the vlog another part of the island.
"Edward Cullen's been in three arguments today."
"No shock there."
"Arthur."
"I'm just saying."
You open another apartment.
Liv's Mii is apparently hungry.
Arthur doesn't care.
"Go back."
"What?"
"Check on me."
You stare at him.
"You?"
"The Mii."
"Oh my days you're actually unbelievable."
You click on his apartment.
His Mii is pacing around the room.
A thought bubble appears.
Arthur immediately grabs your wrist.
"What does it say?"
You read it aloud.
"'I'd like to be friends with Reader.'"
Arthur freezes.
Then slowly turns towards you.
"Friends?"
The look of betrayal on his face is so genuine.
"Friends?"
"It's not me that said it."
"Friends?"
You can barely breathe.
"The man's in love."
"The man's confused."
Arthur points accusingly at the Mii.
"You've fumbled."
The game asks if you'd like to help.
Arthur immediately sits up straighter.
"Yes."
"We don't even know what he's going to say."
"Yes."
You click the option.
A little cutscene starts.
The two Miis meet near the fountain.
Arthur watches with the intensity of someone watching a penalty shootout.
The friendship works.
The game announces they're now friends.
Arthur throws his head back.
"Right."
"What?"
"Now we're getting somewhere."
You stare.
"Somewhere?"
"We've built a foundation."
You laugh.
"A foundation?"
"Relationships are important, Reader."
"You're talking about Miis."
"I'm talking about love."
You nearly fall off the bed.
The next half hour of the vlog is basically just the two of you checking on the island every thirty seconds.
Most of the residents are having completely normal problems.
They're hungry.
They need new clothes.
They're having arguments.
Meanwhile Arthur's Mii seems to have one concern and one concern only.
You.
Every time his apartment lights up Arthur sits upright.
"Oh."
"No."
"Oh."
"No."
You open it anyway.
His Mii is standing there with another pink thought bubble.
Arthur practically climbs over your shoulder.
You read the text.
"'What do you think Reader thinks about me?'"
The room goes silent.
Then Arthur slowly lifts his head to the camera.
"You see?"
"What?"
"The game knows."
"The game doesn't know anything."
"It knows everything."
His Mii has known your Mii for less than an hour and has already become obsessed.
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
“why would he do that?” because this is my fic where I am in control of what I want to happen, how it happens, how the characters react. and also I made him ✨unwell✨
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