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Why!?!

Why do some people sit on their phones throughout the whole movie?! If you're going do that STAY AT HOME!! Went to see Spiderman: Far From Home, and through the whole movie in a !DARK ROOM! Someone was on their phone, and I could even see their phone screen! Snapchat, Instagram, taking photos!! LIKE WHY!?! If you're going to sit on your phone throughout the whole movie STAY AT HOME! You go to the cinema for things like surround sound, good quality movie screen, hell even the seats! Not to sit👏🏻oN👏🏻yOuR👏🏻 PHONE!👏🏻 It's fine when the trailers are on but when the room goes dark, PHONE OFF PLEASE!🤬

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What If We Were More Than Friends

Request: Chris x GN (GN = Gender Neutral) reader read Fanfic" fic🤣 just cause I think I would be funny. Like he's making it for a video (obviously) and asked you to be in it, either you together or friends and if it's friends, one if not both of you have a crush on each other... even the fans can see it but you're both oblivious. Maybe it ends with a date (if you're not together already)

Pairing: ChrisMD x GN!Reader

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

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He smiled and all I could think was "oh shit."

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," Chris said, rubbing his hands together as he sat in front of the camera, his eyes sparkling with excitement. His friend, y/n, perched on the edge of the couch next to him, looking slightly nervous but equally eager to start their latest YouTube collaboration.

"So, what's the topic today?" y/n asked, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

Chris smirked. "You're about to find out," he said, leaning back and picking up a stack of printed pages from the coffee table. "We're doing something a bit different. Fanfiction readings!"

The room filled with the sound of rustling paper as y/n's eyes went wide. "Wait, what?!" they squeaked.

Chris chuckled. "Relax, it's just a bit of fun. You know, to mix things up." He flipped through the pages, a smug grin playing on his lips. "And I've picked out the best ones, too."

The nervousness on y/n's face grew palpable as they leaned in closer. "What do you mean by 'the best ones'?" They couldn't help but wonder if their secret crush had stumbled upon any of the more…intimate fanfictions. The room felt suddenly too warm, and they wished they could shrink into the cushions.

Chris looked up, his grin widening. "Oh, you know, the ones that really showcase the creativity of our amazing fanbase." He cleared his throat dramatically. "Let's dive in, shall we?"

y/n's heart skipped a beat as Chris began to read the first fanfic aloud. It was an innocent enough story, detailing an imagined friendship between him and the reader. But as the words spilled from his lips, y/n couldn't help but feel a strange warmth spread through their chest, a tingle that made their cheeks flush. They glanced at Chris, his eyes focused on the page, and for a moment, they allowed themselves to imagine the scenario playing out in real life.

The second story, however, took an unexpected turn. The plot shifted, and suddenly the characters were in a much more intimate setting. The air in the room grew thick as the fanfic grew steamier, and y/n felt their eyes widen as the scenes grew more explicit. Chris's voice remained steady, but y/n could see the faint blush creeping up his neck. They tried to keep their face neutral, not wanting to give away the tumult of emotions they were feeling.

Chris's inner monologue was a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. He'd read fanfics before, but never with someone else in the room, especially not someone he had feelings for. The words on the page seemed to leap to life, and he couldn't help but visualize the scenes with y/n as the protagonist. The way their eyes searched his every time he looked up, the subtle shift in their posture as the story grew more intense—it was all too much. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool.

The room felt smaller with every passing sentence, the words on the page echoing in his head like a siren's call. He wondered if y/n had noticed the heat rising in the room or the way his breath had become shallower. It was getting harder to focus on the task at hand, his thoughts wandering to the possibility of the scenarios playing out in real life. He forced himself to keep reading, his voice a little shakier than before.

y/n's mind raced as they listened, trying to piece together the storyline while also trying to ignore the racing of their heart. The tension was palpable, and they could feel it coiling around them like a snake ready to strike. They shifted uncomfortably, the fabric of the couch sticking to their damp palms. The fanfic was definitely not what they had signed up for when they agreed to do this video.

Chris's voice grew hoarser as he continued, the words becoming more and more difficult to pronounce without betraying the internal battle he was fighting. The plot had moved on to a heated argument between the characters, which somehow seemed to mirror their own unspoken tension. He took a deep breath, hoping it would help to steady his racing thoughts.

y/n's eyes flicked from the page to Chris's face, then back again, their heart pounding in their chest. The fanfic was getting too real, too close to home. The way the characters interacted, the passion in their words—it was all eerily familiar to the feelings they had been trying to suppress. They couldn't help but wonder if Chris was feeling the same way, if the lines between reality and fiction were blurring for him as well.

Chris looked up, his gaze locking with y/n's. For a moment, the silence was deafening, the weight of the unspoken understanding between them threatening to shatter the fragile barrier they had built. The fanfic had laid bare their hidden desires, and now they were forced to confront them. The room felt like it was spinning, and Chris's hand trembled as he held the paper.

"I think… I think we should stop here," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn't sure if it was the right call, but the intensity of the situation was overwhelming. He could see the shock in y/n's eyes, but there was something else there too—relief?

y/n nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air as they both took a step back from the edge of the cliff they had been teetering on. "Yeah, let's… let's end the video," they murmured, their voice laced with a hint of disappointment that only added to the confusion swirling in Chris's mind.

They both stood up, the sudden movement feeling awkward and forced. Chris placed the stack of fanfics back on the coffee table, his heart thumping against his ribcage. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of the camera. He had always been the one making the jokes, the one keeping things light and entertaining, but now he felt like he was in a spotlight, unable to hide his true feelings.

y/n busied themselves with shutting down the recording equipment, their movements jerky and uncoordinated. The silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable, until the final click of the camera broke it. They turned to face each other, the weight of the moment pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.

Chris cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, that was… interesting," he said, forcing a laugh that sounded hollow even to his own ears.

y/n offered a small smile, trying to play it off. "Yeah, definitely a new experience," they said, their voice shaky.

They couldn't ignore the fact that the fanfics had hit too close to home. As he uploaded the video, he felt a knot in their stomach. The anticipation of the fans' reactions was both thrilling and terrifying. He had been so caught up in the moment, in the heat of the readings, that he hadn't considered how their chemistry might appear to the outside world.

The comments section was a minefield of 'shipping' and speculation. "Chris and y/n need to get together already!" read one. "The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife!" said another. The evidence of their unrequited feelings was laid bare for all to see, and Chris couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and a strange sort of validation.

The video went live, and the notifications began to flood in. Comments, likes, and shares piled up at a dizzying rate. The thumbnails they had chosen were innocent enough, but the fan's interpretations of their reactions to the steamy fanfics were anything but. They watched in horror and fascination as their subscribers dissected every glance, every touch, every awkward pause.

"It's like they're reading our diaries," y/n murmured, scrolling through the comments with wide eyes.

Chris winced. "Yeah, I know." He leaned in closer to the screen, his cheeks flaming red. "I didn't realize it would be like this."

y/n bit their lip, scrolling through the comments with a mix of fascination and dread. "Some of these are pretty intense," they said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of their mouth. "I mean, we're just friends, right?"

Chris chuckled nervously. "Of course we are," he agreed, a little too quickly. "It's just the fans reading into things, you know how they are." But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to their words. The way their eyes had met, the electricity that had crackled between them during the more intimate moments of the readings—it was undeniable.

The days following the video's release were a whirlwind of activity. The video had gone viral, and their inboxes were flooded with messages from fans shipping them harder than ever before. They tried to ignore the comments, telling themselves it was all in good fun, but it was difficult to ignore the way their hearts fluttered every time they saw their names together in a romantic context.

During their weekly coffee meet-up, the tension was unbearable. Every shared laugh, every accidental touch, felt charged with new meaning. The 'what if' lingered in the air, thick and potent. They talked about the video, the outrageous fan reactions, but their eyes kept darting away from each other, as if afraid to acknowledge the truth.

"It's just a bit of fun, isn't it?" Chris said, his voice a tad too bright. He took a sip of his latte, the warmth doing little to calm his racing thoughts. What if they weren't just friends? What if the fans had seen something that they had been too blind to notice?

y/n nodded, their eyes flicking to Chris's before darting away again. "Yeah, just fun," they echoed, but the tremor in their voice suggested otherwise. They had always been comfortable around each other, but now there was an unspoken something that hovered between them, a dance of unsaid words and unacknowledged glances.

It was a week later, during a quiet evening at Chris's flat, that y/n finally gathered the courage to break the silence. "Chris, I need to tell you something," they began, their voice barely above a whisper. Chris looked up from his laptop, his brows furrowed in concern.

"What's up?" he asked, setting his work aside.

y/n took a deep breath, their heart thudding in their chest. "It's about the fanfics," they began, fidgeting with their hands. "I mean, I know we were just reading them for the video, but… I think maybe the fans aren't entirely wrong."

Chris's eyes widened, and he leaned in slightly. "What do you mean?"

y/n took a deep breath, their cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "Well, I mean… I think there might be something more to it," they said, their voice shaking. "I've had a crush on you for a while now, and reading those fanfics out loud just made me realize how much I want those scenarios to be true."

Chris's eyes searched y/n's, a mix of shock and hope swirling in their depths. "You… you do?" He felt his own heart racing, the confession catching him off guard.

y/n nodded, their gaze dropping to the floor. "Yeah, I do," they murmured, playing with the edge of their sleeve. "But I didn't want to say anything, you know, because I didn't want to mess up our friendship."

Chris's mouth went dry, his mind racing with the implications of y/n's confession. He had felt the same pull, the same desire, but had never dared to voice it. "But what if it doesn't have to mess anything up?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with hope.

y/n looked up, their eyes searching Chris's face for any sign of reciprocation. "What do you mean?"

Chris took a moment to gather his thoughts, his heart thumping so loudly he was sure y/n could hear it. "I mean," he began, his voice soft, "what if we gave it a shot?" He took a step closer, his hand reaching out tentatively to touch y/n's arm. "What if we weren't just friends?"

y/n's eyes grew wide, and they froze, the warmth of Chris's touch sending a jolt through their body. "Are you…are you saying you feel the same way?" They could barely get the words out, their voice a breathless whisper.

Chris took another step closer, his hand sliding up to gently cup y/n's cheek. "I've had feelings for you for a while now," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur. "But I didn't want to ruin what we have. I just didn't know how to tell you."

The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, each shallow inhale and exhale a testament to the nerves and anticipation that had been building between them for so long. y/n's eyes searched Chris's, looking for any sign that this was a mistake, that he was just playing along with the fanfiction narrative.

But what they saw in his gaze was raw and unfiltered—desire, hope, and a hint of fear. It mirrored their own feelings perfectly. "Chris," they breathed, their hand reaching up to cover his. "I've felt the same way."

The moment hung between them, heavy with potential, until Chris leaned in and pressed his lips to y/n's. It was a soft kiss, tentative and questioning, but it was enough to set off a spark that had been smoldering just beneath the surface for far too long. y/n's eyes fluttered closed, and they leaned into it, their heart racing with excitement and relief.

They broke apart, both breathing heavily, their eyes locked. "Does this mean…" y/n began, their voice trailing off.

Chris nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he said, his thumb brushing over y/n's cheekbone. "It means we're not just friends anymore."

The revelation was like a weight lifted, and the air in the room seemed to shift. They both knew that there was no going back, that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But instead of fear, they felt a thrill of excitement.

Their first kiss had been awkward and unplanned, but it was real. And as they stared into each other's eyes, the tension of their unspoken feelings dissipating like mist in the morning sun, they realized that maybe, just maybe, the fanfics had been onto something after all.

They decided to keep their newfound relationship a secret for now, not wanting to deal with the fallout from their devoted fanbase just yet. They had enough to figure out on their own without the added pressure of public scrutiny.

But as they sat there, fingers laced together, watching the sun set over the London skyline, they couldn't help but feel like they had stumbled into their very own romance novel. The fanfics had given them the nudge they needed to acknowledge their feelings, and now they had the chance to write their own story.

The days turned into weeks, and their relationship grew stronger with every shared glance and whispered confession. They discovered a passion in each other that went beyond friendship, a love that had been hidden in plain sight all along.

And as they lay in bed one night, the fanfic that had started it all spread out on the floor beside them, they couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Who knew our fans were such great matchmakers?" y/n mused, their head resting on Chris's chest.

Chris kissed the top of their head, his arms tightening around them. "I guess we owe them one," he said, his voice filled with affection. "But let's not tell them that just yet."

Y/n chuckled, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Our little secret," they whispered, and Chris's heart swelled with love for the person who had been by their side all along, unknowingly holding the key to their heart.

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STOP WHY IS HE ACTUALLY SO FUCKING ADORABLE😭

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How much did ArthurTV have to drink?!🤣🥰

Unfortunately I don't know how to crop out the IG on the video right so I just left it....

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SKI TRIP .. part two ⠀,⠀ chrismd.

synopsis ✩ you and chris hate each other, but a ski trip and some forced proximity changes everything. after waking up in his arms, the hatred seems to simmer as the tension begins to grow.

warnings: gn!reader, in detail injury, series

authors note: guess who’s back??!? i’m back with the HIGHLY requested part two of the skip trip series! after graduating, i now have some time of my hands to feed the chris girlies. part three in the making, I PROMISE. for you @imredjack xx

the day ahead called for an awkward one — the air seemingly more tense than before. the room was quiet as you two got ready for the day. the only sound filling the room one of hoziers voice as music played faintly over the speaker you had brought with. chris had taken his time getting ready and didn't open his mouth to rush you when you did the same. it felt weird; chris not being at your throat. you couldn’t help but miss his attitude — to you, it was much better than the painful silence. instead of feeling small in chris’ presence, you now felt awkward. the thought of his warm arms tangled around your body as you slept haunted you at the back of your mind. you wondered if it bothered chris the same — the silence being the only way he could cope with his anxiousness. you knew it was better to pretend it didnt happen as you attempted to shove the thoughts away. "d'you want to go get breakfast?" his jersey accent spoke over the music, breaking the silence, which made you jump a little. "uh," you hummed, setting the brush down you used to comb your hair, "yeah, that would be nice." chris flashed you a half smile which you assumed to be fake; half - assed.

as you finished getting dressed, you still tried your hardest to shake the thoughts away. it wasn’t only you that felt that awkward feeling, though — you could sense it from chris as he fixed his hair in the mirror next to you. “are you ready?” he spoke softly before turning to face you. you examined his face for a bit, searching to find what emotion he was feeling. the air around you felt tense, but not with distaste like it was before; this time it felt more calm. you searched his green eyes for some form of discomfort in his position, but you couldn’t seem to read them. “you okay?” he asked; he had noticed you had been starring at him blankly for a few, long seconds. “i, uh— sorry. yeah, i’m all set.” you flashed a smile at him, the awkwardness you had created setting in. chris grabbed his hoodie, slipping it over his head before he made his way over to the door. you followed shortly behind him, slipping out the exit of your hotel room as he held the door open for you.

it had seemed the others were utterly hungover today. not showing up to breakfast, you had assumed george, the two arthur’s and harry had a more exciting night than you did. you and chris went through the breakfast line, you only grabbing a small scoop of eggs and a piece of toast — the haunting memory of this morning taking away your appetite. you felt more uncomfortable in chris presence now; you knew he did in yours as well. you assumed chris was just trying to be nice to you, but you disliked this version of him. you missed when he had left you alone, and even if that was days ago, it felt like it had been long gone now.

you sat down at the table, grabbing your fork as you put some eggs onto the prongs. after chewing your bite, you groaned as you noticed you had forgotten some water to wash it down. chris made his way over to the table, two filled cups in hand that you didn’t take note of. you stood up, “i forgot some—“ “water, yeah? don’t worry, i got you some.” chris sat the glass down next to your plate before he sat himself on the chair across from you. you smiled at chris for what you felt like was the first time ever. “thank you — i appreciate it.” and surprisingly chris returned to smile to you. “it’s not a problem.”

after george had taken meds to deal with his hangover, he decided it was another beautiful day to go out. fastening your skis to your ski boots, you pulled down the goggles in front of your eyes. “you think you’re going to be better today?” arthur(tv) teased, tapping you softly with his elbow. you huffed, rolling your eyes at him even if he couldn’t see them. “better than you — yeah.” you jabbed back, knowing arthur wasn’t the best at skiing either. “i think with all those legs, you’re better off snow boarding — you look like a giraffe on skis.” “you are so mean!” arthur seemed to whine, to which chris overheard as he laughed. “they aren���t wrong —“ chris added in, a smile on his face as he found the enjoyment of teasing arthur. arthur found this gesture strange — he used to notice chris had barely ever put himself into a conversation when it involved you. “i am uncomfortable right now.” he stated, looking in between the two of you. “what?” you questioned, confused. “oh, you know.” he spoke, being vague as he fastened his boots. “no, seriously.” part of you pretended not to notice what he meant, but the other part of you wanted to know his opinion on it. arthur eyed chris, giving him a sort of glare that hinted of confusion. all chris did in response was shrug, pretending as if he did not have a clue at what arthur was hinting about. “it’s not big deal, really—“ arthur spoke as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “alright then—“ you responded. you couldn’t help but itch for an answer, wanting to dig deeper into his thoughts; pulling attention to yourself in that way would be stupid, though. “you know, i think you’re right,” arthur began again, seemingly changing the conversation, “maybe i ought to try and snowboard today, i might be better at it.” his words gained a chuckle from george who had began to pull his goggles over his eyes. “i like your attitude — you’re so positive!” george teased, making arthur slap him on the shoulder. “what?!?” george spoke defensively, “you really think you’d be able to stand up?” “you two fight like married couple — you sure you aren’t gay, george, even a little bit?” chris now spoke, a smile on his face as he made pitty banter with george. “now i’ve got no time for your ‘gay accusations’ — the snow awaits us, king of the north.” george pretended to salute, his words making you laugh as chris pulled his gaze over to you. that stupid smile still remained on his face, and again, you couldn’t help but just smile back.

you hadn’t skied so much since this trip; still trying to gain back your semi-good abilities you had gained last winter. you were able to stand up well, stop yourself when you needed to, and even do small jumps; nothing quite impressive. you spent your time skiing alongside arthur, picking up small talk now and then as chris followed shortly behind, chatting harry up about football. at this point you had lost george — being the better one at snow sports than the rest of you, he was way ahead. “should we try the jumps?” arthur suggested to you, which made you laugh a little at him. “i mean — i can do the jumps — you suggesting you can do it frightens me a little.” a small chuckle escaped your lips as you laughed, letting yourself slowdown with your skis a little, allowing arthur to catch up as he now slowly trailed behind. “you’re so mean to me,” arthur pretended to be hurt, not being able to help himself as he laughed at your words. “we can always try — just don’t want you getting hurt, you know?” you spoke, almost reaching the bottom of the ski slope, chris and harry still following behind. “what is it; do you love me or do you hate me?” he teased, a playful tone in his voice. “it’s a love-hate relationship, mate.” reaching the end of the slope, harry and chris came to a stop with you, “where to next?” harry questioned, pulling his goggles on top of his helmet. “well — arthur wanted to go to the jump path,” chris and harry both laughed at your words, “‘maybe we can just try it out?” harry nodded at your proposal, smiling. “doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.” he spoke, moving his way along to get back on the ski lift to head back to the top of the hill. you all followed, avoiding other skiers as you made your way to the lift.

the ski resort thankfully had different levels of hills: ones for newer skiers and more experienced ones. wanting to be safe, you, chris and arthur chose the easier one — harry swearing he could do the one for more experienced skiers. “alright, arthur — since this was your idea, why don’t you go first?” chris proposed, arthur looking irritated at his words. “what if i get hurt?” he asked, a bit timid in his words. “oh cmon — it’ll be fine, you weren’t worried about that earlier.” chris responded, giving the boy a little bit of encouragement. with a sigh, arthur decided to go, propelling himself forward with his ski sticks. you watched him as he went down the hill, slowing himself when he got too close to people. choosing the smallest little bump, arthur went over it successfully — you and chris cheering like proud parents. “they grow up so fast.” you laughed, chris returning it. “you think you can do better than him?” he asked, now teasing you once more, this time more friendly than it was days previous. his sudden change in demeanor still made you uncomfortable. shaking off your thoughts, you responded to him. “i mean — i don’t want to brag.” you spoke jokingly, chris raising an eyebrow in curiosity. “i’m sure i can make it over a bigger jump than he can.” chris smirked over at you, pulling his goggles over his helmet to get a better view. “go on then.”

if you could have looked seconds into the future, you would not have taken chris’ words of encouragement. of course, it was your fault in the end; for some reason, you wanted to show off to chris — and it sure would have been impressive if you could have landed on both feet instead of landing your whole body on one. the crunch of your bones was almost audible as your body smacked down onto the snow. you thought it would catch you like a soft pillow, but the surface was almost as hard as rocks. “fuck, fuck, fuck—“ was all you could mumble out, ripping at your gloves to get them off as you cradled your knee like a baby. george, who had seemed to come to the top of the slope after snowboarding down, was the first to come to you. he was worried, his instincts to help you being those of a brother figure. “jesus, are you okay?” he asked a bit panicked, chris now joining his side. chris kneeled down next to you, placing a hand on your back as you shuttered at the sudden touch. “what hurts, hun?” his words made you feel warm: a feeling you never felt around chris, but that was the least of your worries at that moment. “my knee — oh my god.” you winced as george started to slowly roll your snow pant leg up. the area around you knee was red, mimicking your cold, rosy cheeks. it hurt to straighten, and as george helped you, you couldn’t help but start to cry a bit.

you were embarrassed; the thought of crying in front of you friends made you cry more due to discomfort. at this point, george had flagged down one of the guards at the resort, whom of which had brought a gurney to help carry you up the hill. “i can walk — its fine.” your embarrassment started to talk even though you knew walking would have been too painful. “no no — it’s okay. you need help, you can’t walk up by yourself. we need to make sure you’re okay.” chris spoke as you turned your gaze over to him. you couldn’t help but study the nervous and worried expression on his face. to you, chris was hard to read, but in this moment, his emotions acted as a open book.

the rest of the night was filled with unsettled eyes watching over you after the group had brought you to a nearby hospital. the news that you had fractured your knee bothered you. a trip that was supposed to be fun was now interrupted by a poor decision you had made to impress your friends. you couldn’t stop apologizing, but chris and george who had stayed to watch you had told you it was fine. deep down, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed. “alright, we’re discharging you. stay off of your knee as much as you can, and as unfortunate as it may sound, please spend the rest of your time here relaxing.” the doctor spoke, making you sigh. “thank you, i will.” you muttered, a defeated tone in your voice.

the whole way home, chris couldn’t stop berating you with questions. he kept asking if you were okay, if you needed anything, and as nice as it was — it confused you. you tried to rationalize with yourself that chris was just trying to convince himself that you were okay and he didn’t have anything to worry about; you didn’t know why he was worried so much.

the day had exhausted you, so when you got back to the hotel you decided to skip dinner and relax. chris had decided to stay with you, even though you practically begged him to go and have fun. “i just want to make sure you’re alright.” “or you just want to take care of me like a baby.” your tone came out more snippy than it was supposed to, but your irritation with yourself flooded your words. “you think im babying you?” chris sounded offended, defeated even, as he glanced down at you. “no—“ you pushed out, gathering your words as you examined the perfectly wrapped bandage around your knee and the crutches next to the bedside. “i just want you to have fun. you don’t need to take care of me. i thought you hated me.” it was a conversation you needed to have, even if you didn’t want to have it now; something in your body just nagged at you for an answer. you couldn’t help but be confused as to why someone who hated you so much a few days ago had now done a complete 180. “i never hated you.” he breathed out; you could tell he started to worry. “well it seemed like it. why did you act like that towards me?” chris couldn’t seem to come up with an answer, it was like you were speaking a different language and he couldn’t understand. “i’m sorry, i don’t know.” you could hear the remorse in his voice, but it didn’t satisfy your want for answers. “you don’t know? surely theres something: some reason you were such an asshole to me and now you’re all different.”

before he could answer, before words could come out of his mouth, he leaned down and kissed you. it was a spur of the moment action, you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but sink into his lips as he did. it didn’t last long and when he pulled away, you oddly found yourself wanting more. a small, shocked expression was plastered on your face that was easy for chris to read. “does that say anything to you? is that enough?” he now seemed upset like he didn’t want to kiss you, like all of a sudden he didn’t want to be near you again. “yeah.” you spoke, irritated at his tone. “good, because that’s why.” before you could get another word out, chris grabbed his bag and disappeared out of the hotel room door, now leaving you alone. in silence, as the dim light of the moon slipped through the blinds, you reflected on everything. the silence and the moment spoke so loud to you, and you muted it like an alarm as you found yourself falling asleep.

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It’s A Match Chapter Three

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Summary: It’s D-Day time to finally meet. But will things go according to plan, or will henry find himself back where he started but with the added heart break of a failed online meet up.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Arguing, Heated Confrontation, Feels For Days!

A/N: so here is chapter Three I’m unsure how many more there will be, maybe one or two, tbh this was intended as a two shot. I hope you enjoy 😘😘

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It’s A Match Chapter Two

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Summary: as you and henry become closer he lets his family know there may be a new woman on the scene. And you surprize him by moving a little quicker then he had thought. Not that he is against it. He is all to eager to move along to the next step.

Warnings: RPF, Swearing, Angst, Heated Discussions, Fluff.

A/N: here is chapter two, this will only be a short fic maybe there or four chapters but i hope you all like it. This is just me writing down my fluffy fantasy.

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It’s A Match Chapter One

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Summary: Filming is over and Henry returns home to and empty house. And he doesn’t like it, things are getting to him and he doesn’t want to be alone anymore. Then his brother suggests online dating, it sounds mad but henry decides to give it a shot. If worst comes to worst he just deletes the profile. He has nothing to loose right?

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Cheese, Self Indulgent Fic, Rpf, Plus sized reader.

A/N: so I wrote this before the whole ‘girlfriend’ shock and everything that has followed. I was of two minds whether to ever post it but honestly, this is my blog and I’ve clearly stated that i am going to continue writing Rpf. I want to do a little ficlet/mini fic and well here we go. It wont be smutty just  somewhat angsty then fluffy. Enjoy~

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@inevesgf the 'Ski Trip' fic idea I sent you🤣 could be part 2 or 3....video from Chris' IG

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Someome plz do this

Someone should make a "Chris x GN reader read Fanfic" fic🤣 just cause I think I would be funny. Like he's making it for a video (obviously) and asked you to be in it, either you together or friends and if it's friends, one if not both of you have a crush on each other... even the fans can see it but you're both oblivious. Maybe it ends with a date (if you're not together already)

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my future date, boyfriend + rave bae.

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Such a cutie..

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SKI TRIP .. part one ⠀,⠀ chrismd.

synopsis ✩ you and chris hate each other, but a ski trip and some forced proximity changes everything.

warnings: gn!reader, drinking, series

authors note: a chrismd series! this isn’t my favorite piece of writing of all time, but i just needed to push out more chris content for myself and the other chris girlies out there. consider this little series my petition to be your favorite chrismd writer <3 thank you to @imredjack for the idea xx

THE FLIGHT TO FRANCE WAS A BREEZE: no turbulence, no boarding issues — you couldn’t have been more lucky. the crisp, cold air coveted your skin like a blanket as you exited the airport, scanning your new surroundings. even though you lived in europe and traveled around surrounding areas, you had never been to france. you liked the uk — if it were up to you, you’d never leave forever, though a holiday was pleasant once in awhile.

“bonjour,” you were greeted by your friend, george clarke, who spoke thickly with a fake french accent. you couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he spoke. you were surprised to find yourself in the position you were in. you didn’t know that helping george plan a trip with your mutual friends would result in you being invited. you had known this group of boys for years. being a friend of george’s since primary school, you became a videographer for him once he started his youtube career. because of this, you had become close with the others; the arthur’s, harry, will — the list went on. with your experience with social media, you had been a help to all of them with occasionally manning the camera. “comment vas-tu en cette belle soirée?” the teasing back from you made george roll his eyes. “ok — ok, i dont know that much!” as you laughed at his response, you found your thoughts slipping. the first glimpse you had seen of the french alps were gorgeous, but you still couldn’t help but feel awkward. as you scanned around, george and arthur in view, your eyes landed on chris. christopher dixon was something else. if it was up to him, you wouldn’t have been invited on this trip. but it was up to his best mate, george, and what george said goes.

chris was not fond of you in anyway possible and you were not fond of him. nothing particular had happened between you two, but the hateful tension always remained. you had heard from the other boys that chris hadn’t talked the best of you; always commenting on your clothing style and such in odd ways; but you didn’t let that bother you. instead, trying to keep the bond strong between all your friends, you never confronted him about it — the pity feelings you had between each other were mutual. piling into the taxi that would take you to your hotel, you sat yourself next to arthurtv who greeted you with a smile. you were far more fond of arthur and george and that thought made you mentally pray you’d be roommates with them for the holiday.

the taxi came to a stop, the driver tipping his hat at you as you slipped a fiver into his tip cup. once again the new feelings of the french air tickled your skin as you exited, george handing you your luggage that he had pulled out of the trunk. “alright,” george pulled out several room keys from his pocket, preparing to distribute them among the others. “this one’s for arthur(tv) and i — harry and arthur,” george handed harry the room key, “and chris and y.n—“ a cheeky smile formed on his face, making your eyes twitch. george knew that you and chris despised each other — you knew him rooming you with chris was all apart of some fucked up plan. “thanks—“ you were short as you snatched the key out of his hand. “can i room with arthur instead? please?“ that jersey accent had almost made you vomit as he spoke. “be nice to them, ok? c’mon, you both have a lot in common and i’m sure by the end of this trip you’ll be good friends!” george didn’t sound so sure of his words, he just hoped and prayed chris would give you the benefit of a doubt and not kill you.

you trudded your way up the stairs, reading the room numbers on the door as you and chris approached yours. you couldn’t help but mentally curse george for what he had done; later you were sure to say something to him, but for now you just had to make this work. you inserted the key into the door, twisting the doorknob. to your dismay, the door did not open and you found yourself standing there somehow even more stupid in-front of chris. before you could go to try the doorknob one more time, chris grumbled, nudging you out of the way as he twisted the doorknob. to your frustration, it opened with the first turn. “it’s really not that hard, innit?” chris opened the door as he spoke. “look — can we please just spare each other a bloody second? ok, we’re on holiday, yeah? we’re supposed to relax. i think me and you can lay off each for a week.” you didn’t mean to snap, but it happened, causing chris to stop dead in his tracks as he stepped into the room. “ok, yeah sure, but if you so much as set me off one time, this isn’t going to be easy for us.” you didn’t know what he truly meant, but you didn’t care. you pushed yourself passed chris and fully into the room, this time you being the one to stop dead in your tracks. “are you fucking kidding me right now? do you see this? those fucking basterds,” to your surprise, and chris’ as well, there was only one bed. you practically vomited at the thought of having to share a space with him and a bed was even worse. “is this your doing?” you couldn’t help but be even more irritated by his words. “really? you think i’d arrange this? why don’t you ask the boys? maybe they think you fancy me or something and are doing you a favor.” you had seemingly set chris off, but he tried to contain himself. “you wanna know what? you can sleep on the chair, i’ll sleep on the bed — problem solved.” he walked himself into the room, placing his luggage onto the bed. “yeah, right.” you rolled your eyes. “why can’t we just share the bed? we’ll have separate blankets — everything will be fine as long as you don’t touch me.” you spoke. chris shot you a glare, pulling his luggage off the bed, now placing it on the floor. “fine, but just this once.”

you had seemingly sorted out the room problem with chris, but that did not stop you from scolding george later that night at dinner. “why’d you do that? are you trying to ruin this holiday?” your words were more playful as you tried not to upset george — more issues were the last thing you needed right now. “im doing you a favor, ok? this will be good for all of us. you’ll finally work things out with him and then we’ll all be best mates.” he tried to laugh through your frustration, which only made him nervous about what he had done. “if this only makes things worse, i know who to blame.” “—blame me too!” you look over at harry whose normal resting face was replaced with a big grin. “you cheeky basterd.” was all you managed to get out before the waiter came over with the check.

the night had passed swiftly. you and chris had went the rest of the night without communicating much, which was good for the both of you. chris and yourself entered your shared hotel room, slightly drunk as you sat down on the bed. “remember our deal — we each get our own side of the bed.” he spoke, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side. you found yourself staring at him a bit too long; studying each line of his abs. as much as you hated chris, you acknowledged he was good looking, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that. unfortunately chris seemed to notice this, which caused him to furrow his brows. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” his teasing made you roll your eyes — you were sure not to fall for it. “in your dreams.” you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you think this way, but you hoped it was. even though you should have looked away, you studied chris carefully as he put on a clean top. shaking yourself out of these thoughts, you reminded yourself of the distaste you had for him — the way he’d say odd things about you behind your back, the way he couldn’t stand to even be in your presence. you found yourself calming back into your little world where a pleasent thought of chris did not exist.

once it came time to sleep, you could see the disgust on chris’ face as he climbed into your shared bed. as much as you hated you had to be in the same vicinity as him, you didn’t think it was the biggest deal in the world. “do you snore?” he asked, as he pulled the blanket over his legs. “nope, i bet you do.” chris rolled his eyes, a slight huff escaping his lips as he rolled over, his back facing you. you took this as a sign turn off the beside lamp and get yourself situated to sleep. no thoughts of sharing a bed with chris bothered you as you drifted off to sleep.

“so, how was last night?” george asked you, a teasing manner slipping from his lips even though he tried to contain himself. “what? you think we’re just going to fuck and get over things? you’re sick.” you weren’t completely serious, or mad at george, but you wanted him to know his little plan wouldn’t work out as well he thought it would. you scooped yourself some eggs from the hotel’s breakfast, grabbing yourself a fork before sitting down next to harry. similar to george, he began to bombard you with questions. “didn’t make up yet?” he raised his eyebrows, pulling a scoop of hash-browns to his mouth as he took a bite. “no, and unlike george, i don’t think it’s going to happen.” “why can’t you guys just fuck already?” your eyes darted over the table, raising an eyebrow at arthur’s sudden proposal. you practically spit out your bite of eggs at his words. “cmon, don’t laugh. you have so much sexual tension, we can all feel it.” you laughed. you had noticed chris glancing at you plenty of times before, shifting his eyes away the second you noticed. you noticed how he’d tease you — but again, you just expected it was because of his distaste for you. “oh sure,” you added sarcastically, taking a sip of apple juice as chris joined the table. you mentally prayed not another word would be said in that conversation, especially because chris was now present. “so,” arthur hill began to speak, setting his fork down next to his plate, “what’s the plan for today, georgie?”“well, we’re going to hit the slopes, of course. there’s also this little gig playing tonight at one of the hotels pubs — i was thinking we could go to that.” george responded. “good, i could use a fucking drink already.” chris perked up at the idea of a bar, and drinks at that, which made you laugh. “what? is having to share a room with y.n that bad?” arthur laughed. chris seemed hesitant to answer, which confused you a little as he was always quick to make you the bud of his joke. “it’s been a long week — well needed holiday.” his response seemed to confuse everyone at the table as george looked over at you, cockily raising his eyebrow. you knew his plan had a very generous slim shot at working, but chris seemed to be becoming more lenient on you — at least this morning. which made you question if chris had woken up on the right side of the bed this morning.

you and the group spent most of the day skiing and snowboarding — you skiing as it was always easier to you. it was a fun day; full of laughs, and you got to spend most of it away from chris which couldn’t have been better. “i dont think it even matters how many layers i have on, i’m freezing.” arthur shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as tight as he could to maintain some warmth. “it’s getting late now,” george spoke, checking his watch. it was now half past 5 and you were shocked once you put together that the six of you had been out in the snow for almost 8 hours. “the gig starts around 6, if we stop here we’ll have some time to get ready and warm up before then.” everyone seemed to agree with george’s idea and began to unwind. once getting back to the shack, everyone undressed themselves from their snow gear and laid it up to dry in lockers they had rented for the week.

you and chris made your way back to your hotel room again, not speaking to each other along the way. once you entered, chris wasted no time in preparing himself for the night — dousing himself in cologne and fixing his curled hair to the best of his abilities. he was one to dress casual, but he had caught your eye once he exited the bathroom dressed in something more put together. head to toe in black, chris wore black slacks and a black t shirt, which had you looking at him far more than you liked to admit. chris didn’t seem to notice as he walked around you, grabbing his phone before he sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the room. now having an idea of what the ‘dress code’ was for the evening, you began to get yourself dressed.

it never took you long to get ready — you had taken about 10 minutes this time — which still had chris’ panties in a bunch. a knock erupted on the bathroom door, causing you to huff slightly. “are you done in there? its almost 6, i’m going to leave without you.” you checked yourself out in the mirror one more time before opening the door, meeting face to face with the boy. chris stood there, your faces close to each other. you couldn’t help but feel annoyed as you noticed him studying you. “i was in there for 10 minutes, don’t get your panties in a twist, mate.” he scoffed, backing away from you which eliminated the noticeable tension. pushing passed him slightly, you grabbed your phone and had made your way to the door. chris took his fine time getting his shoes on as you did, which made you laugh at him softly. “look who’s taking a long time now.” “you just can’t be nice to me, can you?“ you scoffed, placing your hand on the doorknob behind you as you stayed facing chris. “i could say the same thing to you — haven’t shut your mouth since we got here. hell, you even objected to being roommates with me.” chris huffed under his breath, standing up from his once seated position. the vibes in the room shifted, but you couldn’t tell what you were feeling now. chris seemed slightly bothered at your words, which had you confused. “okay, i’m warming up to you,” your mouth laid a-gap and in pure surprise you practically chuckled. “i think we can stop being at each others throats — it’s what best for the both of us and the others.” “where was this side of chris when i told you we should be civil with each other at the beginning of the trip? what made you change your mind, huh?” before chris could even think of a response, a knock erupted on the door. to pull yourself out of this unwanted conversation, you opened it up to be met with george. “are you two ready?” he hummed and you nodded your head in response. chris made his way over to the door, stepping aside you before exiting first. for a second, your bodies brushed up against each other, sending a chill down your spine that you couldn’t quit understand.

for the duration of the walk to the pub, you walked behind the others, thinking of the conversation you had with chris. you couldn’t help but be angry at him. he had been at your throat since he met you; saying bad things behind your back, and now he had changed his mind quicker than you had imagined. if only in the beginning he had gotten time to know you, this would have never happened. you didn’t know what you had said or done that was so alluring to chris — alluring enough for him to change his mind about you. you recalled him studying your body shamelessly after you exited the bathroom. but if being impressed by your body was his reason for changing his mind, he was an asshole. “are you doing okay?” harry asked as he walked up next to you, his hands shoved into his trouser pockets. “what? oh, yeah.” he pulled you out of your deep thoughts as he spoke. “you sure?” “just tired is all. i just need a drink to take the edge off.” you tried to work a smile onto your face, which seemed to be convincing enough for harry as he returned the smile. you didn’t remember the rest of the night fully. all you could recall was the flashing lights as rock music played and the countless amount of shots you had taken. you were absolutely smashed by the end of the night, according to george, who was also more gone than he’d like to admit. luckily, you could handle your drink unlike arthurtv, so you could still function semi-normally by the time everyone called it a night.

your memory of the nights events jogged a little when you woke up in bed next to chris; his body tangled in yours instead of on his side of the bed. a warm heat coveted your hips — his arms wrapped around it loosely. hot breaths down your neck made your spine shiver and your mind cloud as you assessed your situation. your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes adjusted to the sun peeking through the windows, the hangover prominent. your heart started to beat faster in your chest from embarrassment or even anxiety. over the past few days, you had gotten used to chris’ company. of course, it wasn’t your favourite, but you had realized it wasn’t as bad as you thought. to you, he was now bearable to be with, but not this close. chris began to stir in bed, making your breath hitch. once he had finally awoken, he was met with the situation you found yourselves in. squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the brightened room, chris couldn’t help but flush red once he noticed where his hands were. a mumble escaped his lips; one of an apology or just jumbled words — you couldn’t tell. he pulled his warm arms away from you, which made you feel naked from his grasp. you sat up awkwardly, sitting yourself up against the bed frame as you cleared your throat. chris huffed a little bit before he began to talk. “tell no one about this?” he seemed embarrassed, flustered even, as he spoke, a red hue accompanying his pale cheeks. you had never seen chris so quite; so timid. a quick “mhm.” was all you could getting out without a hint of embarrassment hitting your face. a part of you couldn’t help but miss the warmth of his arms, but you knew it was stupid. you didn’t like chris and his new-found attitude didn’t change that. you still couldn’t help but crave his touch again, though. you knew that this thought was wrong, so wrong, but the idea of something wrong felt so good.

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look at those innocent faces

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in the latest mystery box challenge at 37:02 harry looks so good

for you, anon 😘

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^^^Literally me seeing this at my desk. I love that man but not as much as I love you 😘