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ts sounds like my kinda afternoon 😴🚬🚬

dating trevor pov <3

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website

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if you can summon the strength, tow me [x]

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Noel Gallagher slags off other artists while Meg Mathews sits on his lap in an interview after Oasis’ BRIT Awards win, BRIT Awards 1996

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crying

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simon “ghost” riley x girly!reader — love island reality show headcanons (early episodes)

☆ when he first arrives on the show:

comes in quiet. big. black t-shirt. combat boots. everyone else is glammed up and he looks like he just finished a hit job in manchester.

producers try to play it up like he's the "mysterious bad boy" type, but he’s not even trying. he just doesn’t speak unless he has to. sits in the shade. watches.

first confessional he says:

“don’t really care to be here. cameras are fuckin’ annoying. someone already touched my toothpaste.”

the internet is immediately obsessed.

☆ the other girls try to flirt and he’s just?? not into it??

one girl bites her lip and says “you look like trouble” and he goes:

“i’m not. i’m worse.”

walks off.

one of the gym girls sits next to him and touches his thigh and he just stares at her hand. no words. just… disappointed dad energy.

in his confessional later:

“they’re all loud. they want attention. not my thing. don’t like the fake lashes.”

☆ then you walk in. soft voice. pink sundress. hair all pretty. a little nervous.

he notices you immediately. not in a wow she’s hot way. in a why do i wanna fold her up and put her in my pocket way.

watches you talk to the other girls. listens to you say “i made everyone iced tea!” and for the first time since arriving, smiles a little. just a twitch of the mouth. blink and you miss it.

someone calls you “bambi” and he thinks it fits. soft eyes. gentle steps. heart too easy to bruise.

☆ and now he’s just… following you with his eyes constantly.

doesn’t say much. just appears near you. always.

you go to water the plants? he’s suddenly outside too.

“was hot in there,” he mutters, lighting a cig.

he’s lying.

you sit at the pool? he moves his chair.

“sun’s better over here.”

it’s not. he just wants to see your legs.

☆ in the confession booth he’s so blunt and lowkey perverse without realizing

producers ask “so what do you think of y/n?”

“pretty little thing. voice like honey. tits look good in that top. makes me wanna do things.”

sips water. completely deadpan.

“don’t want her around the other lads. they’re all smilin’ at her. makes me want to bury ‘em.”

☆ the girls talk about him and you’re just like 😳

“he’s scary. doesn’t even blink. i swear he was staring at the kettle for twenty minutes.”

“i saw him sniff your shampoo bottle when you left it by the sink.”

you’re like… he’s just misunderstood (no babe he’s pervy and weird but it’s hot.)

☆ when you’re paired for a game, he goes dead serious.

“don’t drop her,” he mutters to the other guy.

“she’s too easy to break. be gentle or i’ll fuckin’ break your hands.”

it’s supposed to be a fun, flirty competition. he’s ready to throw hands. for you. a girl he’s said 4 words to.

☆ when you finally talk to him, he’s awkward but kind of charming?? in a dark war criminal way??

you: “do i make you nervous?”

him: “not nervous. distracted.”

you: “by what?”

him: “mouth. skirt. thighs. that little laugh you do. i could go on.”

☆ and suddenly twitter’s in shambles like

"ghost is so hot he’s like if PTSD wore cologne”

"he hasn’t smiled once and i want him to spit in my mouth"

"the way he looks at her like he’s gonna ruin her life and then build her a bookshelf"

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im back and im back with Simon who deals weed

plug!simon who only responds to customers with a ‘👍’ and ‘outside’. makes them meet him halfway and doesn’t respond past a certain time unless you’re really making it worth his while. ballied up face, stone eyes striking a nervousness in every new customer. his regulars know he’s reliable and his shit is good

but then you pick up from him for the first time and suddenly he forgets his whole code of conduct. pretty thing picking up a few grams of weed to ‘help you sleep’

gives you the number he only gives to his most trusted number, dwarfing your phone in his giant hand as he taps a ghost emoji into the contact name (bc you’re pretty but he’s still a criminal babes) tells you to message him again here if you want more from him

drops you right where you request, different to his usual routine of dropping customers off on some random street to avoid the feds

actually responds to your messages with words

‘what do you need luv?” when you message at three in the morning

“downstairs darlin, don’t bring a jacket I’ll drop you back” when he arrives ten minutes later instead of just showing up when he feels like it, if he feels like it

if you actually weighed your stuff, you’d see he actually gave you more than what you ordered. don’t forget the samples of his new strains that he gave you, shoving the extra cash you tried to give him back into your hands

tattooed arm resting over the back of the passenger seat when he reverses out of wherever he picked you up, his aftershave heavy on your nostrils

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im actually losing my mind i need him so bad its not even fucking funny i just want him to hold me oh my god oh my god please please i would do literally anything

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old price sketch

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