Stand By Me ~ Preferences and Imagines

~He sees you cry for the first time (Chris & Gordie)~

Chris~ You were a few days into your period and feeling like complete shit. That day, your boyfriend, Chris had invited you to hang out at the lake and you accepted with the intentions of just sitting on the shore. You packed your bag with sunscreen and towels just incase Chris forgot his or something, and waited for Chris to pick you up. A few minutes later, you heard a knock at your front door. You plastered on a smile and opened the door to reveal a smiling Chris. 'Hey baby.' He greeted planting a kiss on your lips. 'Hey.' You say as you pull away. 'Ready to go?' He asked you as he intwined his hand with yours. You nodded and closed the door behind you as you began the short walk to the lake. When you got to the lake, you told Chris that you didn't really want to go swimming and just wanted to hang out on the shore. Chris looked a little sad as you said this and you felt your nose start to tingle with the familiar feeling of crying coming upon you. A few tears slipped out of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around Chris' waist and buried your head in his chest. 'I'm sorry I'm a shitty girlfriend.' You whimper out to Chris. Chris had immediately wrapped his arms around you neck lightly. 'You're not a shitty girlfriend, Y/N. What's wrong baby?' He asked as he kissed the top of your head. You shook your head and lifted it from his chest. 'Sorry baby, I've just been a little emotional lately.' You told him, wiping away some stray tears. 'Is it that time?' He asked you softly. You just nodded and hugged him again. Chris pulled away from you this time and took your hand, leading you away from the lake. 'Where are we going?' You asked him confused. 'I'm taking you home to snuggle up and watch a movie.' He told you. You smiled and squeezed his hand slightly. You had the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Gordie~ You were reading in your bedroom late at night when you heard a knock on your window. Confused, you slowly walked over to your window and carefully pulled back your curtains. There, crouched in the darkness, was Gordie. And he was a mess. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were puffy like he had been crying. You quickly pulled open your window and helped Gordie inside. Immediately, Gordie wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into the tightest embrace you had ever been in. You felt Gordie shake slightly as you felt your shirt get damp where his head was rested. You knew he was crying. You carefully pulled away and led him to sit on your bed, resting your hands on his cheeks and using your thumbs to wipe away his tears. Seeing him so broken made your heart shatter into a million pieces. 'What's wrong Gordie?' You asked him quietly. Gordie then told you that his dad had come into his room drunk while he was sleeping and had yelled at him to get up. He then continued to tell him that he was no good and that he would never be a better son than Denny. He also told him it should have been him in the accident. You didn't even realise that tears were streaming down your face until Gordie wiped them away with his thumbs like you had just done to him. You held his hand that was against your face and looked into his beautiful eyes. 'You're not no good Gordie. I love you so much and wouldn't want anyone else.' You told him. He gave you a side smiled then connected his lips with yours for a sweet kiss before pulled you into his chest and under the covers, falling asleep with you in his arms.