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drew starkey x victoria’ssecret!model!reader

a/n: the fashion show last night was underwhelming to be honest. i wish they dedicated more money and time on the lingerie and wings rather than having high profile models. but i did enjoy seeing tyla, lisa, bella, jasmine, adrianna and so many others; they looked amazing!!

the backstage chaos hums around you—makeup artists rushing, models adjusting their wings, designers shouting last-minute adjustments—but all you can focus on is the gnawing anxiety building in your chest. your heart feels like it’s pounding out of your ribcage, palms damp with sweat as you fidget with the intricate straps of the lingerie you’re supposed to wear. the excitement that had carried you through rehearsals, fittings, and sleepless nights now feels like a distant memory, swallowed by a crippling sense of doubt.

“what if i trip? or my walk looks awkward?” you whisper under your breath, eyes darting toward the stage where the show is already underway. each model that struts down the runway with effortless grace only seems to magnify your insecurity.

before you can spiral further, you feel a hand—warm, steady—gently squeeze your shoulder. you turn to see drew, standing just behind you, his brow furrowed in concern but his eyes soft, deeply grounding. he doesn’t say anything at first, just pulls you aside from the noise and chaos, into a quiet corner.

“hey,” he says softly, his voice low and reassuring, cutting through the frantic energy around you. “look at me.”

you hesitate for a moment, still caught up in your head, but you eventually meet his gaze. his expression is serious, but there’s something else there too—an understanding that goes deeper than surface-level comfort.

“you’re freaking out, huh?” he asks, but it’s not condescending. there’s a knowing warmth in his tone, like he’s seen you unravel like this before, and it’s never phased him.

“i don’t know if i can do this,” you admit, barely above a whisper, your voice strained with vulnerability. “all these other girls have done this a million times, and i—”

“you’re not them,” he cuts in gently but firmly. “you’re you. that’s why you’re here. no one else brings what you bring.”

you shake your head, still not fully convinced. “but what if i mess up? what if i make a fool of myself in front of everyone?”

he steps closer, his hands coming up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing softly along your jawline, forcing you to stay anchored in the moment with him. “listen to me,” he says, his voice dropping an octave, more intense now. “you’ve worked your ass off for this. this isn’t some random opportunity that fell into your lap. they picked you because you’ve got something none of those other girls do. it’s not just about being pretty or walking in a straight line. it’s about the energy you bring, the way you make people feel when they watch you.”

you close your eyes for a second, trying to let his words seep into the cracks of your insecurity. but the doubts are still there, lingering like shadows.

“drew, what if i freeze? what if—”

“then you freeze, and you keep going,” he says, his tone steady, unyielding. “but i don’t think that’s going to happen. because you don’t give up. i’ve seen you face way bigger things than this, and you never back down. so why would you start now?”

his words hit harder than you expect, a mixture of challenge and belief that makes your heart clench. he’s not just offering hollow reassurances—he’s reminding you of your strength, of who you are when you’re not wrapped up in fear.

“and besides,” he adds, a softer note creeping back into his voice, “i’ll be out there, right in the front row. the second you step on that stage, i’ll be looking right at you, reminding you of exactly how badass you are.”

a laugh escapes you, despite yourself, the tension breaking slightly. “you always know what to say.”

he grins, leaning down to press a slow kiss to your forehead. “because i know you. better than anyone. and i know you’re about to blow everyone away.”

there’s a pause, and for a moment, the world feels smaller—just the two of you, tucked away in this corner, away from the lights and cameras and expectations. drew’s hands drop from your face, but he keeps one hand on your waist, his thumb tracing calming circles against your skin.

“you’ve got this,” he says, quieter now, almost like he’s speaking directly to your soul. “and if you start to doubt yourself, just look for me. i’ll be there, reminding you that you’re not alone in this.”

the knot in your chest loosens, just a little, and you find yourself nodding, the panic subsiding enough for you to take a steady breath.

“okay,” you say, more to yourself than him. “okay. i can do this.”

he gives you a final, lingering look—one filled with so much pride, so much trust—and then steps back, giving you the space to gather yourself.

“you better go out there and make them all wish they had your confidence,” he teases, his voice light again, but there’s an underlying current of truth to his words.

as the stage manager signals for you to get into position, you take one last look at drew, and for the first time all night, you feel steady on your feet.

because no matter what happens out there, you know you’re not walking alone.

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KISS IT BETTER, BABY

rafe not giving you the attention you want…

(906 words. drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

“look— look. just figure it out, yeah? i told you i didn’t wanna deal with that bullshit.”

it was torture honestly.

your brow was furrowed and a seemingly permanent pout adorned your lip gloss sticky lips.

why wasn’t he paying attention to you?

rafe sat next to you on the balcony, cool breeze ruffling the white collared shirt he wore. his phone was pressed to his ear as he mumbled and bickered with someone on the other end, you assumed it was barry by the topic of conversation.

but you didn’t really give a shit what he was talking about anymore.

you’d be happy to sit and just listen to the comforting cadence of his voice, but he had hardly spared you a glance since you plopped down next to him on the wicker bench.

you suctioned yourself to his side, your rightful place, and he only patted your knee once. not even giving you a kiss in greeting.

realistically, you knew you couldn’t ever do anything to seriously upset rafe. he was obsessed with you, which only made his lack of attention sting even more.

you huffed and pressed closer to him, legs hooking over his lap as you stared at him pleadingly, skirt riding up to reveal tantalizing smooth skin. rafe only hummed and placed a large hand on your squishy thigh in an attempt to placate you.

he was more handsome today, if that was even possible. buzzed head giving focus to his sharp features. chiseled cheek bones and tan skin begging you to kiss and nip at it. your eyes traveled down to his collarbones peeking out under the unbuttoned collar of his shirt.

you were just working yourself up at this point, feeling a dampness starting to soak your sweet pink cotton panties. ones you knew he loved.

at the sake of your pride, you mustered the courage pull at his shirt, steeling yourself for his reaction. he didn’t like to be interrupted.

rafe looked at you from the corner of his eye, blue irises cementing you to the cushion you sat on.

he raised a brow in question but you only pouted deeper, eyelashes fluttering.

your boyfriend simply cupped your jaw delicately, shaking your head back and forth gently once before releasing you, attention back to the conversation at hand. to anyone else, such a gesture might seem patronizing but it only made you need his attention more.

you huffed again, manicured hand bunching up the material of his shirt, yanking just a bit more. the glare rafe sent you was filled with warning, but you were too far gone in your quest.

“raaaafe,” you whined, tugging harsher.

he tongued the inside of his cheek, clearly not in any mood to deal with your attitude. but you just wouldn’t give it up, heavy sighs and pleas of his name interrupting his thoughts.

“hey— i’ll call you later.”

you just about cheered when he finally hung up the phone, but it was cut short in your throat when rafe tightly gripped your jaw, bringing your face closer to his.

his own jaw was set, tongue once again poking his cheek, “you havin’ a good time embarrassing me?”

you didn’t know what to say, your cheeks squished between his large fingers, lips puckered outward. you whined again, a pathetic sound that made rafe exhale a chuckle.

“what? nothin’ to say now, baby?”

you were pitiful, not knowing what to do with his attention now that you had it.

“nooo, i jus’—”

“stop the whining, yeah? y’know i hate that shit.”

you pouted again, pushing his arm away from you and freeing your face from his grasp. your arms folding across your chest like a petulant child.

rafe rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you closer and into his lap.

“and what’d i say about pouting? c’mon, lemme see that pretty smile.”

you leaned into him, unable to resist grinning at finally getting the physical affection you so craved. you toyed with the chain around his neck and looked up through your lashes, feeling the silver links bend and twist around your fingers.

“you ignored me,” you mumbled.

rafe smirked knowingly, cupping the back of your neck. “mmm… and that’s why you’re throwing a fuckin’ fit?”

“rafe, i’m serious—”

you frowned up at him as you protested his teasing, only to be met with his lips on yours.

the tender touch immediately caused you to melt into him, lips parting obediently under his, hands splayed across his firm chest. his tongue only teased the inside of your mouth before retreating.

rafe’s hand smoothed the hair at the nape of your neck then slid around to hold your jaw. he pulled away, not without you following after his lips.

“i ignored you, huh? ‘m sorry, sweetheart. you know i didn’t mean to. didn’t mean to make my favorite girl feel bad,” his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

you could only nod at his words, entranced by the gentle sound of his voice, a soft tone only saved for you and the intimate moments between you two. he knew how special it made you feel.

“made me so upset.” you mumbled, nudging his nose with your own.

“i know, baby, i know,” his other hand snuck down and under your skirt, knuckle teasing the lace edge of your panties, “let daddy make it up to you, yeah?”

[222bunnie]

going thru a breakup and all i can think abt is how i compared us to johnny snd shannon and now i feel like ive ruined my fav couple in the entire series bc of this silly stupid boy

[222bunnie]

i neeeed some more mattheo riddle ficsss :((( (theres so many i’ve just read them all)