𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 || 𝐓.𝐒. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 !

based on drunk in love by the weeknd and NOT on kaylor. <3
I also have no idea how modelling works, so you just gotta go with the flow

don't forget that you can request ANYTHING feel free to send me a dm!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 walked in runways since you were fifteen years old, being a model was the only thing you'd ever wanted to do-- and you were the best of them. You were often compared to Gisele Bündchen and Cindy Crawford and so on, safe to say you were the best of your generation.

Taylor loved coming to your shows and watching you from in the audience but she was so busy a lot of the time. She especially loved coming backstage and complimenting you every two minutes, she was your biggest supporter.

You sat in your chair as your makeup artist, Sofia, painted your face with foundation. "I love you the most because I don't have to waste hardly any of my makeup," She whispered in her italian accent, making you laugh.

There were models practically everywhere, you knew them all and chatted with them every so often. It was normally a bloodbath backstage, women doing their makeup, trying on outfits, there was a lot of shouting and chaos before a show.

"Hey baby, I'm back." You heard Taylor's perky voice come up behind you, she handed you your coffee with a smile on her face, "The line was super long, loads of people are starting to arrive."

"Thank you, love." You kissed her cheek, pissing off your makeup artist who tutted, making you put your face back into place. Taylor sat next to you, sipping on her own coffee and her eyes roaming around the room, "It's so chaotic back here, I love it."

You chuckled, making Sofia tut once again. You apologised quietly and went back to your face being straight.

No one really knew about you and Taylor except for your closest friends, which was only a few girls backstage with you and a couple of Taylor's music friends. Although, everyone had a suspicion of you two and just didn't say anything. Fans online were ruthless, shipping you everytime you were seen out in public together.

"How long until the show? Do you get a little free time before it starts?" Taylor asked inquisitively. Your makeup artist responded without her eyes leaving your face, "It's in an hour, so we have twenty minutes to finish the makeup and then thirty minutes fitting her outfit."

"Sooo.. Ten minutes free time?" She asked again. You answered while trying to keep your lips as closed as possible and not moving a muscle in your face, "Yeah, but it's normally cut short 'cause they want me to retouch my makeup and stuff like that."

She nodded in understanding and sipped her coffee while admiring the room. The amount of models in the room all wearing their matching pink robes and having their makeup done was a new world for Taylor. A sudden realisation hit her as she looked around. You were surrounded by hot female supermodels all the time. And to her, many of them were a lot more gorgeous and put together than her.

She turned back to you, trying to get the thoughts out of her head but instead, seeing one of the prettiest models she'd ever seen. Behind you, of course.

The girl came up to you with a smile on her face and squealed like a little girl she held your hands. Taylor glared at you two as you caught up for a few seconds, her eyebrows furrowing unknowingly.

You turned back straight as saw Taylor's face, her eyes following the girl with her jaw clenched. You giggled a bit seeing her. "Taylor? You good?"

"You hang out here... Surrounded by hot women for multiple hours a day... And your expected to not sleep with them?"