𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 Imagines 💐

adore you

meaning: honeymoon stage of a relationship (fresh love 🫶)

Y/n pov

I hate when Chris posts me.
I don't really hate it, I just strongly dislike how he manages to take the worst pictures of me. But he never really posted those ones. Thankfully.
We were currently arguing.
"Baby!" Chris whined, looking at the photo of me he'd just taken.
I sat with a stone cold expression of annoyance, no chance of me being persuaded.
"It's horrible," I said simply, shaking my head a bit in annoyance.
Chris sighed and laid his head in my lap. He was currently wearing a sweatshirt from his new clothing brand 'Fresh Love' and it looked amazing on him.
"Do you remember that photo you took of me that's your Spotify playlist cover?" Chris asked, taking my hand and starting to fidget with my fingers.
I began to think of what photo he was talking about then smiled when I remembered. It always made me laugh at how he even managed to look like that. It barely looked like him, but it was still adorable. His mouth was open super wide and his hair was all messy.
"You're smiling!" He accused and we both laughed. "You love that photo of me because it makes you happy, right?"
I nodded reluctantly, having a feeling on where this was going.
"I just want everyone to adore you the way I do and the more that I familiarize our fanbse with you, the more supporters we'll have for us," Chris said and held my hand to his chest, about where his heart was.
"Bull!" I laughed, snatching my hand back. "You have a ton of amazing photos of us and you pick the shitty ones," I kiddingly accused, pointing my finger.
Chris laughed, rolling onto his side.
"I don't even care that it's on your 'private dumps' account," I said impatiently, that being his normal excuse. "It's still out there," I gestured my hand for effect.
"Yeah but it's only out to our friends and family," Chris reasoned, pulling at his drawstrings to his hoodie.
"It's cruel," I said dramatically, getting up to grab a drink.
"Ow," Chris said even more dramatically as his head hit the couch. "Y/n just listen," he began, impatiently following me.
"Do you want a Pepsi?" I interrupted as I opened the fridge, looking inside.
"Yes!" He chimed, now running over.
I chuckled at how easily distracted he was, holding out the can that he carefully took, thanking me with a kiss on the cheek.
"You're not still mad are you?" Chris asked after a big swig of soda.
"I won't be after you delete the photo," I replied, hearing him make sounds of protest.
"Fine. I will. But just know I think you look adorable as always and I just want more goofy pictures of my goofy girl," He said and grinned proudly, taking his phone out.
"You're gross," I rolled my eyes, placing my can on the counter. I yelped when I felt myself be picked up and looked to see Chris carrying me to his room. I laughed as he threw me onto his bed and landed on top of me.
"But you loveee me," Chris teased in a sing-song voice.
I smiled knowingly, playfully rolling my eyes and nodded in agreement. "I do,"

GIRL I can't wait for the angsty chapters 😫 But fluff is good too. Lmk if you guys like this 🫶

BOO

-vic