PRETTYMUCH Preferences/Imagines/Scenarios

55. Insecurities

Brandon
You had been struggling with bulimia since middle school. You'd been a bit on the bigger side ever since you were born but now you looked like a completely different person. Your eating disorder from years ago had caused you to have a slim figure and your current workout routine and diet helped you maintain it. Despite all of this, you were still insecure about your weight. You and Brandon had just finished up a workout at the gym and you decided to step on the scale to see how you were doing. To your surprise, you had gained five pounds. All of the color flushed from your face and you felt a panic attack coming on. "(Y/N) you good?" Brandon asked, noticing the strange look on your face. "How did I gain five pounds?" you looked at the scale in disbelief. "I mean we did take a week off from working out," Brandon reminded you. The pace of your breathing increased and tears threatened to fall from your eyes. "Hey let's go outside," B said, grabbing your hand and leading you to a bench outside of the gym. Now that you were in private, you let your tears flow freely as you rested your head on Brandon's shoulder. "How did I gain five whole pounds?" you asked again. "Baby it's just five pounds. You can't even tell. You look amazing as always," B tried to reassure you, while gently rubbing your back. "That's a lot of weight Brandon," you replied through your messy tears. "I know you used to have an eating disorder (y/n). Your mom told me before we moved in together and I promised her I'd take good care of you. I understand that to you five pounds is a lot but I need you to trust me when I tell you that five pounds is nothing at all. You're gorgeous and you'll be gorgeous to me no matter how much you weigh okay? Please don't panic babe," he said softly. You started to calm down as Brandon kissed your tears away. You looked at him and took a deep breath. "You promise nobody can tell?," you asked. "Yes, baby I promise," he responded. "And you promise that you won't let me take a week off from working out anymore?" you questioned. "If it's that important to you and as long as you're healthy and safe then I promise I won't let you take any more weeks off," he replied giving you a kiss on your forehead. "Thanks B," you smiled. "No problem baby. I love you more than anything. You know that," he assured you.

Edwin
"Hey Edwin, can you come here for a minute? I need some advice," you called from the living room couch. You were an upcoming model and just got an amazing offer to do a shoot for the popular magazine Vanity Fair. The offer included an all-expenses-paid trip to Mexico that you would be crazy to turn down. "What's up babe?" Edwin asked, sitting down and putting his arm around you. "My agent got me a shoot with Vanity Fair. They're literally paying me to vacation in Mexico," you explained. "(Y/N) that's freaking amazing! I'm so proud of you," he exclaimed. "The only thing is it's a bikini shoot," you told him. "Okay and you have the most amazing body I've ever seen in my life," Edwin assured you. "Baby you haven't even seen me in a bikini before," you reminded him. "Okay so what's wrong with wearing a bikini? Do you not want to expose yourself to the world? That's totally understandable," he replied. You responded by lifting up your shirt, revealing the long, red, wrinkled scar that lined your stomach. Ed's face went from 'oh my god this is amazing' to 'oh shit.' "I was in an accident a few years ago and had to get surgery. This is the aftermath," you explained. "Wow (y/n) I never knew that about you," he admitted. "I can't do the shoot Ed. Not like this," you stated solemnly. "Baby you've come so far career-wise. This is your biggest offer yet. You can't let that scar stop you from living your dream. You're fucking gorgeous and if people can't see that, then that's their problem," he smiled. "I trust you Ed. If you think I should go for it, then I'm going to go for it," you concluded confidently. "Good. I'm proud of you baby. You're gonna kill that shit," he encouraged before pulling you into his warm embrace.

Austin
"Hey babe, wanna hear a joke?" Austin asked excitedly. "Sure," you replied unenthusiastically. "Why didn't the chicken cross the road?" he asked, smiling from ear to ear. "Why didn't the chicken cross the road? I don't know babe," you answered without looking up from your phone. "Because it got hit by a bus," he exclaimed. You couldn't help but laugh out loud, but you stopped immediately when you saw that Austin had recorded you. "Babe delete that," you cried, attempting to take the phone from his hands. "Why babe? You look cute," he replied. "No I don't. I don't like people seeing my teeth," you responded. "What's wrong with your teeth," Austin asked seriously. "Are you kidding me Austin? There's a huge freaking gap right here," you explained, pointing at the space between your two front teeth. "Yeah and?" he responded. "And it's ugly. I've been wanting to get it fixed but I don't have the money yet," you sighed. "Well I think the gap in your teeth is perfect. It makes you who you are babe. It's part of your aesthetic," he smiled sincerely. "Thanks babe. I'm just really insecure about it I guess," you replied. "Well I won't post the video if you don't want me to but I just want to say that you're cute as fuck," he said before embracing you tightly. "I love you Austin," you stated, comfortable in his arms.

Nick
"Baby are you ready to go? I really can't be late to this event," Nick shouted from the living room of your apartment. "Give me twenty minutes," you shouted back. "Babe we don't have twenty minutes. We need to leave like now," he responded, heading up to the bathroom where you stood finishing up your makeup. "I just need to straighten my hair and we'll be set," you told him. "Baby that's not going to take twenty minutes. Why can't you just wear your hair like it is?" he asked, clearly in a rush to beat the L.A. traffic. "My natural hair is ugly babe. Just let me straighten it super fast and we can go," you replied. "Did you just say that your natural hair was ugly?" Nick questioned, confused. "Yes babe. It's way too curly. It looks like I just rolled out of bed," you explained, plugging your straighter in. "Are you kidding me (y/n)? I love your curly hair," he said running his fingers through your thick mane. "You really think this is cute?" You asked him sarcastically. "Baby your curls give me life. I love when I'm the big spoon and I get a face full of them. I love when you get out of the shower and they're all stretched out and stuff. I love when you put them up in a bun to work out. I love your hair baby," Nick confessed sweetly. He unplugged your straightener and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "You don't need this babe. Let's go," he stated, heading back to the living room. You stood there in shock for a few seconds, admiring your boyfriend's domicance before putting half of your curly hair up in a bun, grabbing your purse, and putting on your heels. "And besides, you look sexy as fuck when you first roll out of bed," Nick shouted putting a smile on your face.

Zion
Zion's body was propped on top of yours as you lay under the covers in your lacy red bra. You and Z passionately made out for a bit as his hands reached for your bra clasp. You gently moved them away and ran your fingers through his hair as you continued the kiss. "Can I take this off?" he asked this time referring to the garment covering your bare chest. "I don't know Z," you replied. "What's wrong babe?" he questioned noticing the solemn look on your face. "I don't know if you've noticed or not but I'm super flat chested," you confessed. To your surprise, Zion laughed. "So what," he smiled. "So don't guys like girls with boobs?" you replied. "Guys like me like girls with bodies like yours," he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips and began to kiss his way down your neck. "But hey we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with babe," he assured you. You and Z had been together for a few months but this would be the first time he'd see you topless. "People used to make fun of me all of the time because I look like I haven't hit puberty from the waist up," you told him. "Who cares what people think (y/n)? You're the most beautiful girl I've seen in my entire life and trust me I've been around," he stated. You smiled, starting to feel a bit better. "I guess you can take it off then. Just make sure your expectations for what you're about to see are super low," you laughed. Z unclasped your bra and moved his head to your chest. He gently kissed both of your breasts. "Perfect size," he said as he began sucking on them.