dudes will be like "women only date based on looks they wouldn't go for a guy who isn't conventionally attractive" meanwhile the women in question are thirsting over the ghoul from fallout bc he's cool and wears cowboy boots like looks literally have fuck all to do with it fellers
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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of eight [8] people you adore! absolutely no pressure, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside & out, 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜. ♡
sunshine! u have the sweetest soul and write words that will forever be tattooed on my brain. never stop being your beautiful self, u deserve the world and more. love u lots x
ugh drew, i'm so obsessed with you. you're literally the kindest person in the entire world istg. you're making me tear up tbh. i love you so much 🩷
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🫶🏽🎀🫶🏽 more drew yes starkey x
UGH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOURE ALWAYS FEEDING ME WITH THE NEW DREW CONTENT 🤭
hes so babygirl oh my god
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just a little present for you 🤭🎀
OHHHH MY GODDDDDDD AHHHHHH. IM SQUEALING AND KICKING MY FEET HES SO CUTESY POOTSEY.
thank you for bringing this to my attention. im forever indebted to you 😌🙏
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LISTEN, LISTEN !! ☝🏻☝🏻🤓
Imagine spoiled!reader being caught sneaking out by bodyguard John W. or John C. OR BOTH 😇😇
(Your writing is literally my Roman empire ily💔)
".. and where do we think we're going?"
constantine's smug tone greets you as the elevator doors ping loudly, the doors sliding right open. he smiles smugly, batting his eyes mockingly down at you.
"you've got to be kidding me," you grit your teeth.
"you weren't thinking of going to the avenue, were you? cause i think— i think," he pauses for flair, tapping his chin, his eyes beaming with mischief. "you were strictly told no."
"oh come on!" you whine, stomping your foot.
"sneaking out's a bold choice— stupid— but bold. i almost respect that."
"i wasn't sneaking out.." you roll your eyes, bluntly lying to his face. you cross your arms over your chest, huffing and puffing like a spoiled child. "i'm not 12— i can leave whenever i want."
"is that so?" another voice quips up from behind constantine.
your face falls instantly at sight of your second bodyguard appearing over constantine's shoulder. you suck on your glossy lip, tantrum successfully crushed by the older man's appearance.
you could get away with being mouthy and mischievous with constantine— the little bastard loves a bit of cat and mouse with you— but john was a different story.
in the bad cop / worse cop situation you're in.. he's the latter.
the two men enter the elevator, sandwiching you between their bodies. constantine presses the button back up the tens of floors to the penthouse.
"john— i—" you exhaled.
"save it," he says blankly, earning a snicker from constantine. you whip your neck around, shooting a glare at him. he shrugs, that stupid shit-eating grin still on his face.
"how much shorter do these skirts get?" john's fingers tug at the pink material adoring your butt, making you squeal.
"hey! don't—"
"and this top," constantine interjects, his finger brushing your mid-section, right below your cropped top. "not leaving much to the imagination, are you?"
"can you lay off? oh my god!" your whiny complaints are ignored by the two bodyguards. you swallow anxiously as they share a look. "i'm sorry— jesus— happy now?"
"you will be," john whispers.
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idk if I need vitamin d, prozac, dick or an exorcism
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Daydreaming about my book:
Writing my book:
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