A/N~This was requested by sacredsturnz, I hope you and everyone else likes it.
TW~Body shaming and hate.
Y/N'S POV
I'm so glad we're spending the evening together, just the two of us, doing what we love - gaming and chillin' at home. Chris is always so great about making sure we have quality time together, and I love how he always knows how to make me laugh.
"Baby come here. I wanna give you cuddles and play games!" Chris whined as I made my way into the living room. He made some sort of grabby hands towards me, so I sat down next to him. But Chris obviously had other ideas. He grabs my hips and pulls me to sit in between his legs as I scream in shock. "Chris!" I giggle as he rests his arms and controller and my stomach and thighs. He then places his head on my shoulder, giving my cheek a quick kiss.
As we're playing, I can't help but feel a little bit self-conscious about my body. I mean, I'm not exactly a supermodel, and I know Chris has seen me at my most relaxed, hair messy and all. But today, I made a post on social media with a photo of us playing together, and now my phone is blowing up with comments.
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Comments:
Fan:Ew no, have you seen her thighs?!
Fan:(Reply) And her stomach.
ColbyBrock:(Reply) Get off of this page guys, you're fucking mean.
I glance down at the screen and my heart sinks. Most of the comments are bodyshaming me, telling me how my stomach isn't thin enough and how awful my thighs look. At least Colby was there. I feel a sting of embarrassment and shame wash over me. Why do people feel the need to tear others down like that?
Chris reads the comments over my shoulder and notices that I'm looking upset, so reaches over to grab my phone. "Hey, I know, but don't listen to them." he says, concern etched on his face.
I take a deep breath and try to explain. "I know but the people are saying some really mean things about my body."
Chris's face darkens with anger. "I know baby and it's disgusting," he spits out. He takes my phone and turns it off, then puts it on the coffee table. He pauses the game, sets the controller down, and wraps his arms around me.
"None of that matters," he whispers in my ear. "You're perfect just the way you are baby."
He starts kissing my neck, and I giggle as his tickles are just a little too much for me. "Chris! That tickles!" I exclaim. He's always been great at making me feel loved and appreciated, even when I'm feeling down.
But before I know it, he starts tickling me again, this time harder and faster. I scream out with laughter as Chris holds me tight, his arms squeezing around me like a vice.
"Ahahah! You're so ticklish!" he exclaims, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I try to squirm away, but Chris is holding me too tight. "Let me go!" I laugh, struggling to get free.
Finally, Chris relents and lets me go. We collapse into a fit of giggles, holding our stomachs in laughter.
"Okay, okay," Chris says, still chuckling. "I won't tickle you anymore."
But it's too late - I'm already laughing so hard I'm crying. Chris wraps his arms around me again and pulls me close.
"You're perfect just the way you are," he whispers in my ear once more.
