Stand By Me Preferences & Imagines ON HOLD

Perfect - Teddy

So recently, my friend has been talking to me about not wanting to try anything with her boyfriend because she feels like she's to big. I wrote this one for anybody else who feels similarly. Every single one of you is perfect.

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"I had the craziest dream last night, Y/N," your best friend and almost-boyfriend Teddy said as he climbed through your bedroom window. Your parents were out of town for a couple of days and the baby sitter, who you clearly didn't need as you were 15, was passed out on the sofa downstairs.

"Do I want to know," you asked.

"Maybe... you were in it," he said suspiciously.

"Okay," you hummed still not sure if you actually wanted him to go on.

"I was in it," he continued. "The only thing that wasn't in it waaaasssss... clothes," he acted like he was having a revelation. He crawled into the bed and lied next to you.

"Well that escalated quickly," you coughed taken off guard.

"Not really, I've been having a lot of dreams like that lately." You tried not to be sucked in to his flirty behavior.

"You mean nightmares," you corrected.

"Trust me they're good dreams, very good dreams," he had a dopey smiled on his face.

"Have you been drinking or something," you asked more than confused.

"No, I just need you in different ways now. Friendship ain't gonna cut it no more," he explained. "Teddy," you wanted him to stop talking. "Dreams are not reality. I'm sure whatever you have been imagining is way better than it actually is."

"Every time I try to hint at this you do that. Why can't we try?" he huffed, clearly angry.

"You don't understand. What I look like now is 10 times worse without the clothing," you tried to be clear going through all of you stretch marks and bumps in your head.

"You're pretty fucking sexy now so even if it is 10 times worse you still have every other girl beat," he argued. "I just want you to let me show you how amazing you are," he was really worked up about it. "What do I have to do to be able to tell people you're my girlfriend?"

You felt bad for hurting him, "you're really hard to argue with," you puffed.

"Then don't," he supposed hopefully. When you didn't reply, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into him, kissing your hair. "Look, babe, I know you're not stick thin. I ain't gonna lie about that, but you still put every girl in the world to shame whenever you walk down the street. You're damn perfect, and I wanna be able to show you that," and he did.