Stephen Curry imagines

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(Disclaimer I do not actually know the current/correct teams these guys play for (because I don't like him haha) it's not real so if it's wrong oh well. Happy reading!!)

TRIGGER WARNING
SA
starving
Self-destructive behavior

AYLAS POV

It's not easy being a female.

Why are the standards so high... I can't reach them.. why is the world so cruel to us.

I'm ready to go to the club with my boyfriend Stephen but every part of my being just wants to stay home.
I have all the expensive makeup on and I feel like I'm suffocating under here.
My dress is so tight I can't breathe.
There's so much tape and tightening I can't even recognize my own body, my boobs feel like they're up to my chin and it's all fake.

I'm doing this for him.

I love him... I want him to love me.

I can't lose him to another girl.

A few weeks ago we found out that Stephen's good friend Tyler cheated on his wife with some girl who I'm pretty sure is 90% plastic.
It all started after he got a great job with amazing pay.
Most of his friends brushed it off and I'm pretty sure Stephen doesn't even remember. When he confessed it to us over dinner after his wife Alesia didn't show up Stephen told him he was disappointed in him and we ended up shortening our dinner from the tension after Tyler didn't receive Stephen's full support as his friend.

Once we got home wined down and got in bed Stephen kissed me, told me how much he loved me and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me.
That should be enough to prove he loves me right? But for some reason, it wasn't. I laid up for hours trying to imagine this from Alesia's point of view. Did she see it coming? Was it something she has said or done? Did she ever suspect this woman to have an affair with her husband?

It ate at me. How could a husband just stop loving his wife within a snap of his fingers? Did they fight? Was she cheating also?
But out of all these questions involving their relationship only one truly haunted me... is Stephen going to do the same?

That's what landed me here. Half dressed and looking like I'm about to attend some award show. I'm not. I just don't want to be left.
I walked out of the bathroom to Stephen who was laying on our bed with one hand behind his head and the other holding his phone up.
He glanced past his phone hearing my steps and sat up, his facial expressions were unreadable which felt like it was going to tear my heart open.
He raised his eyebrow in question "What's going on?"

It hurt that he barely gave a reaction, My face must've given my emotions away, he held his hand out pulling me in between his legs.
"You look amazing. Beautiful baby" he paused and it felt like an eternity expecting him to reject my attempts at saving the relationship I've convinced myself is falling "It's not you though. What's going on?"

I tried to take a breath that the tight spandex wouldn't allow.
"It's not like me... it's beautiful?" I repeated how my brain had heard it.

The color drained out of Stephen's face. "that's not what I meant!" He stood quickly placing his arms on my sides
"You look great but it doesn't look like something you've ever been comfortable with. Why the change?"

I shook my head trying not to cry which is hard because my feelings are everywhere, I'm so hungry, and I don't have the strength to control my emotions right now.
"I just wanted to try something new" offering my best fake smile just hoping he would accept it.

"Alright as long as that's the reason" he gently kissed the top of my head "Are you ready to go?"

"Yea I just need my shoes downstairs"
He grabbed my hand dragging me with him down the stairs getting his keys while I put my shoes on.
Heels... I hate heels. They hurt so bad but I made it this far I might as well keep going.