A playlist I made to go along with my GTAV/Trevor Philips fanfic. Don't know that anyone would actually give a tin shit but, hey, fuck it. Enjoy my 'terrible' taste in music.

New Wattpad cover. I think I like this one better.

More Trevor pics because...well, why the fuck not?

Do not go gentle into that good night

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

My new Wattpad book cover...and if you think this one sucks then you should've seen the old one.

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GTA V Fanfiction : Trevor Philips x OC

Livia Wallace was late for work. She should've clocked in at the office at nine and it was fifteen minutes past already. She knew her boss was going to chew her out and the thought of having to look at Ken Pruitt's greasy, pockmarked face or at the beer belly straining at the buttons of his shirt as the smell of the Juicy Fruit he constantly chewed invaded her nostrils was almost too much to bear. She didn't want to deal with that insufferable jackass any more than was absolutely necessary. Not today, not ever. Ken had it in for her anyway. Ever since he'd gotten drunk at the office Christmas party and cornered her by the bathrooms over a month ago, he'd been waiting for an opportunity to stick the knife in and twist. He'd ambushed her in the hallway, blocking both sides with his bloated toad body, and slurred some cheesy pickup line at her. She couldn't remember exactly what he had said to her but she'd shown him her wedding ring, grimly reminding him yet again that she was married and therefore totally uninterested. Rather than be put off, however, he'd laughed drunkenly at this and then proceeded to attempt to grope her anyway. Thankfully, she'd seen it coming and stopped him before he could touch her with a single digit. She'd slapped that wad of sickly yellow gum out of his mouth and told him to keep his goddamned hands off of her if he wanted to keep them attached. The look of embarrassment and shock on his face had almost been worth the whole encounter. She'd thought that maybe he would forget about it, considering how wasted he'd been at the time, but there'd been no such luck. Ever since that night he'd been itching for a reason to bring the hammer down on her as payback for that little love tap across the jowls. She could imagine the smile that would twist those thin, prissy lips of his and it made her want to puke. She briefly entertained the idea of quitting altogether and looking for something better. There had to be something, anything, better than working there. Something more lucrative but less stressful that she wouldn't dread seeing again almost every single morning. Sure, she thought, scowling at the red light as if she could make the colors change by sheer force of will. And that'll happen right after hell freezes over. Sitting in her ten year old Landstalker, she watched the light change from red to green to yellow and then back to red again; never moving more than a foot or two the entire time. Fucking Los Santos traffic. Mostly the congestion of vehicles didn't bother her so much, after twenty years here she'd actually grown used to it, but Ken would cause as many problems for her as he possibly could. Self-important pricks like him always did. She was only a mile away from work when she finally noticed the low fuel light on the dashboard blinking insistently. She groaned in frustration and slapped the steering wheel with one hand hard enough to hurt. Now she'd have to waste another ten minutes or so just gassing up. Why did this kind of crap only seem to happen when she was in a huge rush? Livia turned into a 24/7 less than two blocks away from the red light and pulled up to the nearest pump; parking right behind a battered, dirty red truck that had definitely seen better days. She grabbed her purse off of the seat next to her and hopped out, dashing for the door of the little building in her sensibly low black heels. Approaching the door, she stuck one hand out and quickly pulled it open, stepping inside. The bell overhead chimed as the pneumatic door swung shut behind her and then she noticed the Indian man behind the counter staring at her with huge brown eyes. For some reason he had his hands in the air high above his head as if he were... Warning bells went off in her head and Livia spun around, meaning to dash back outside, but she was two seconds too late. A mercilessly hard hand clamped down on her arm just above her left elbow and she was rudely jerked backward, causing her to cry out in surprised fear. "Hold it right there, sunshine."

Here’s my second attempt at fanfiction. It may not be the greatest thing ever written but I did it anyway…and I regret nothing.

Chapters: 42/? Fandom: Grand Theft Auto V, Grand Theft Auto Series (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Trevor Philips/Original Female Character(s), Trevor Philips & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Trevor Philips, Ron Jakowski, Michael De Santa, Chef (Grand Theft Auto), Lamar Davis, Wade Hebert, Franklin Clinton, Chop (Grand Theft Auto), Amanda De Santa Summary:

(Takes place Post-Game, ending C)

Trevor Philips has the world at his fingertips but he’s still not happy. He’s lonely, tortured and a complete trainwreck. When he stumbles upon a woman on her way to work one morning and impulsively kidnaps her, things begin to change for him in a big way.

(Trevor will be much more psychotic and dominant than before. Expect mucho brutality and smut.)