Stand By Me Preferences and Imagines

You're Insecure

Disclaimer: I feel like insecurity is something that we all experience at some points in our lives. I definitely deal with my insecurities, and am fortunate enough to have friends and family who help me as I work to overcome it. If you struggle with insecurity, don't be afraid to reach out and talk to someone about it. There is always someone willing to listen.

Chris:
You stood in front of your mirror and looked at yourself in your swimsuit. You and Chris were going to the pool today, and you had gone to your room to go get changed. You were about to go downstairs, but caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. After that, you couldn't help but stare at your body.

I could probably lose a few pounds, you thought to yourself, and a flatter stomach wouldn't hurt. I wish my chest was a little bit bigger and my thighs a little smaller.

You continued to point out every flaw with your body to yourself. You didn't always use to be so insecure, but the feelings had started to take over recently. It wasn't an easy thing to deal with, but you wouldn't dare tell Chris. Chris dealt with so much in his life that you didn't want to burden Chris with your insecurities. As you continued to look at yourself in the mirror, you felt yourself start to tear up.

That was a knock on your bedroom door, and Chris's voice asked, "Can I come in?"

You quickly wiped your eyes, trying to get rid of the tears forming in them, before answering, "Yeah, come in Chris."

Chris walked into your room, and his jaw dropped slightly when he saw you. He thought you looked absolutely amazing in your swimsuit. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms you.

"Don't you look beautiful," He said.

Chris kissed you on the cheek. You tried to smile, but you just couldn't do it. You couldn't stop your brain from telling you that Chris was lying. You felt tears start to form in your eyes again. Chris quickly noticed this, and gently turned you around to face him.

"What's wrong?" He asked you.

You didn't respond, and instead put your head on Chris's shoulder and started to cry. Chris then pulled you closer to him and started to rub your back.

He asked you again, "Angel, why are you crying?"

You tried to steady your breathing before answering, "I just...I don't like my body."

"Why wouldn't you like your body?" Your boyfriend questioned.

You didn't answer and just kept crying. Chris pulled away in order to look you in your eyes, but kept his arms around you.

"Y/n you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world," he told you, "I love every single thing about you: including your body. It's absolutely perfect."

He started to gently wipe your tears away. After doing that, he leaned in and kissed you on your nose.

"I love your nose," he said.

He then kissed you on the top of your head, "And your hair."

He grabbed both of your hands and kissed them both, "And your hands."

He finally kissed you on your lips, "Everything about you. I love you, y/n."

You smiled back at him, "I love you too, Chris."

Everyday from then own, Chris made sure to tell you how beautiful you are. He wanted to make sure that you never felt insecure, and that you knew how amazing he thought you were.

Gordie:
You and Gordie were cuddled up on his couch, watching a movie. His parents left town for the weekend, so you were staying over at his house. You were watching your favorite movie Gone With the Wind. You couldn't help, but look at Scarlett O'Hara and think to yourself, I wish I could be as pretty as Scarlett.