Bini Imagines or AU's

Gwency

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Stacey stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. She wore only her bra and cycling shorts, her slim figure on full display, but instead of the pride she usually felt in her appearance, her mind was clouded with doubt. She sighed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the slight curve of her waist, her slim stomach, her long legs.

She had just returned from her part-time modeling gig, and the words of the other models and a photographer echoed in her head like a cruel mantra: "You're too fat for a model."

Her throat tightened as those words repeated in her mind, each repetition cutting deeper. Stacey had always taken pride in her looks, her confidence unshakeable most days, but hearing those comments from her peers had made her feel small, ugly, and insecure. She blinked away the stinging in her eyes, determined not to cry, and reached for her shirt to cover herself up.

Before she could slip it on, she felt warm hands gently wrap around her waist from behind. The soft pressure of the touch and the familiar weight of a chin resting on her shoulder made Stacey's breath hitch. She knew that touch, that warmth. It was Gwen.

"Hey," Gwen's voice was low, soft, filled with concern. Stacey stared at their reflection in the mirror, her eyes meeting Gwen's calm, steady gaze through the glass. Gwen's hands, rougher from playing sports but always so gentle with her, began tracing soft circles on her bare waist, grounding Stacey in the moment.

"What's wrong, baby?" Gwen asked quietly, her chin still resting on Stacey's shoulder, her breath brushing against Stacey's skin.

Stacey tried to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as the weight of her insecurities threatened to overwhelm her. She hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Am I... fat?"

Gwen's brows furrowed immediately, her frown deepening. Stacey didn't have to turn around to know Gwen was upset—not at her, but at the question itself. Gwen stood up straight, gently turning Stacey around so they were face to face. She searched Stacey's eyes, full of pain and self-doubt.

"Who told you that?" Gwen's voice was firm but caring, her thumb brushing against Stacey's waist in a soothing motion.

Stacey bit her lip, her voice barely audible as she replied, "The other models... and some of the photographers today." Her voice wavered as she tried to push down the hurt, but she couldn't stop the emotions from welling up.

Gwen's frown deepened, and she shook her head slightly. "They said that?" Her voice was full of disbelief, as if the very idea of anyone calling Stacey fat was incomprehensible to her. "Stacey, that's ridiculous."

Tears began to form in Stacey's eyes, her body shaking slightly as she let out a few quiet sobs. Gwen's arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, offering her the comfort and safety she so desperately needed. Stacey leaned into Gwen's embrace, allowing herself to cry softly into her girlfriend's shoulder.

"They don't know what they're talking about," Gwen whispered into her ear, her voice steady and full of reassurance. "You're beautiful, Stacey. You're perfect just the way you are."

Stacey shook her head, her insecurities still gnawing at her. "But... what if I'm not good enough for you? What if... what if you break up with me because I'm—" Her voice cracked, and she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

Gwen pulled back slightly, cupping Stacey's cheeks in her hands, her thumbs gently wiping away the tears that had spilled onto Stacey's face. She looked deep into Stacey's eyes, her own filled with nothing but love and certainty.

"Stacey, listen to me." Gwen's voice was firm, yet soft. "I would never, ever break up with you. Not because of what some idiots said, not because of how you look, not because of anything like that." She leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to Stacey's forehead before continuing. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out. And I love you."

Stacey's heart swelled at Gwen's words, her insecurities slowly melting away under Gwen's loving gaze. But still, the doubt lingered at the edges of her mind.

"Really?" Stacey asked, her voice barely a whisper as she looked up at Gwen with wide, tear-filled eyes. "Even when I'm feeling like this... insecure and ugly?"

Gwen smiled softly, her hands still cradling Stacey's face. "Even when you're feeling like this. Especially when you're feeling like this." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Stacey's in the lightest of kisses. "You're beautiful, Stacey. Don't let anyone make you think otherwise."

The kiss deepened, slow and tender at first, but growing more passionate with each passing second. Stacey's hands found their way to Gwen's waist, pulling her closer as she lost herself in the feeling of Gwen's lips on hers. The warmth, the love, the reassurance—it all wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, chasing away the last remnants of doubt.

Gwen's hands roamed down Stacey's body, her touch gentle and filled with affection. She guided Stacey backward toward the bed, their lips never parting as they moved in sync. Stacey's heart raced, not from insecurity this time, but from the intense connection she felt with Gwen in that moment.

When the back of Stacey's legs hit the edge of the bed, Gwen gently pushed her down, climbing on top of her, their bodies pressing together. Stacey's breath hitched as Gwen's hands continued to explore, each touch reminding her of how much Gwen loved her, how much she cherished every inch of her.

"I love you," Gwen whispered against Stacey's lips before trailing soft kisses down her jawline, her neck, and her collarbone.

Stacey moaned softly, her hands tangling in Gwen's hair as she arched her back, giving Gwen more access to her skin. Every kiss, every touch, sent waves of warmth through her, making her feel wanted, adored, and, most importantly, beautiful.

"Do you believe me now?" Gwen asked, her voice low and husky as she pressed another kiss to Stacey's neck, her lips lingering there for a moment.

Stacey nodded breathlessly, her insecurities completely forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Yes... I believe you."

Gwen smiled against her skin, kissing her way back up to Stacey's lips. "Good," she whispered before capturing Stacey's lips in another intense kiss.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, their soft moans, and the rustle of sheets as they got lost in each other. All of Stacey's doubts had faded away, replaced by the overwhelming love and desire she felt for Gwen.

In that moment, wrapped in Gwen's arms, Stacey knew she was perfect just the way she was. And Gwen was there to remind her, every single day.

*Requested*