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Reunion Part 2
Part 1
Trevor Philips x fem!reader, Michael Townley x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,4k
Warnings: general gta things, murder, the mission where tracey is auditioning for fame or shame, violence, heavy allusions to smut
Author’s Note: Trevor Philips <3 Trevor <3 T <3 (also I don’t plan on continuing this idea but would love requests for this game if anyone has any :))
Tagging: (hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you! You showed interest in a second part and I finally was able to finish what I had <3): @pngxxx, @ugh-why-ugh, @raspberriesbbylol
Summary: The reader and Trevor go to confront Michael.
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
When he pulled up to Michael’s house it was with a slight amount of tension. You were more nervous than him. You had decided the two of you would crash at his friends place while you were away from Sandy Shores, though he made you swear you would go back to the trailer. You weren’t sure why he had fallen in love with the place but you were willing to oblige. You just wanted him to shower first.
“So this is where Michael Townely is living out his days,” Trevor grumbled. He shut the car door aggressively. You crossed your arms. There was a car in the driveway. You wondered if it was his or Amanda’s. Maybe the kids. They would be so old by now. The last time you had seen them they were just little ones, running around, finding personalities.
“Michael Townely leaves the door unlocked,” you noted as you pushed the front door open.
“Fuckin rookie.”
Trevor pushed past you. You could hear the buzz of a conversation happening in the other room. You followed him as he followed the noise.
“Stop it you two! You’re ruining my fucking yoga!” You recognized the voice of Amanda. The shrill was hard to forget.
“Somebody say yoga?” Trevor stepped forward. You remained back a bit, watching to see how they would react to him. Plus, you knew Trevor wanted his moment. There was a long stunned silence.
“Trevor?” Michael asked. Even hearing his voice made you angry. You didn’t know how Trevor was holding it together.
“Michael…”
“Hey..it’s good to see you man.”
“Hmm yeah I bet it is. ‘Course, I’m not the one that’s been resurrected.” You stepped into the room, causing another gentle stunned silence.
“Nice house you got here Mikey.”
Michael had gone to your house. He had waited there and you never came. He figured you had skipped town at the very noise of something happening with the job but he should’ve known better. He should’ve known you would go to Trevor first. You would always go to Trevor first.
Michael put his son behind him subtly. You tilted your head at the silent insult. You had held that kid the day he was born.
“I got in a bit of an awkward situation.”
“Hmm you’re telling me bro. One of those…fake your own deaths to your best buddy and then run off with the dough..live in a big mansion. Awkward. Situation.” Trevor approached him. Michael eyed you. If he had the capacity he would be stunned by the look of you. He had missed you so much. A part of him had even missed Trevor. Maybe he just missed the then.
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“Yeah? Do you have any other ways of looking at it?” you asked. You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall beside a man who had an unnaturally large bun in his hair. You recognized the others in the room but not him. Maybe he was Amanda’s boytoy. You almost snorted.
“It’s been a long time. I’ve been in witness protection, I still am.”
“Save the excuses Michael,” you argued. You pushed yourself off the wall.
“Where are our manners!?” Trevor exclaimed. “We come waltzing in and don’t even say hi to old friends. Amanda, it is good to see you. I missed you. You used to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way,” he said, approaching her. She backed away as he walked forward. You eyed her evenly. He pointed at Jimmy. “Jimmy, you used to be thinner. But ah, can’t blame you.” He gestured to Jimmy’s parents.
You stared, reminded of a life you could have had and never got.
Trevor stopped at the man with the man bun.
“Who are you?”
“Namaste. I’m Fabien.” You snorted. Trevor turned to you.
“You all remember Y/N! Except you Fabien.” You waved. “You know, she thought I was dead. I thought she was dead. I wonder who would’ve pushed that idea!” Trevor was standing in front of Michael again. You walked forward.
“You look good Michael,” you mused. “Amanda, are you fucking Fabien? I’ve gotta know, I’m sorry.” Amanda gasped and tried to stammer out half thought up answer. Trevor interrupted her.
“Where’s Tracey?”
“Jim, where’s your sister?” Michael questioned.
“Uh..um…uh she’s..she’s trying out for TV.” Everyone turned to look at him. The tension dissipated.
“She’s what?” Michael asked.
“Yeah, she’s auditioning for Fame or Shame.”
“The fuck you talking about?”
“You know, it’s that talent slash skill show. She loves it, you guys know that.”
“What’s her talent?”
“Dancing.”
“Oh Christ, she’s a horrible dancer.”
“She might disagree with you on that.”
“Jesus Christ, now. Now? Where?”
“Um..the Maze Bank Arena.”
Trevor jumped into the father son conversation.
“Our little Tracey being humiliated, let’s go. We go get her.”
“We?” Michael asked.
“We,” you agreed. “You gonna stand there and argue while your daughter becomes a national laughing stock? You’re worse than I thought.” Michael held your eye contact.
“Fine.”
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You grabbed Tracey, who was ecstatic to see you and Trevor until she wasn’t. Then you followed some dick head through Los Santos. Trevor punched him, stripped him, then recorded him doing some shitty dance. All regular Trevor things.
“You comin’ babe?” Trevor asked, hoping into the front end of a semi.
“I’ll meet you back at the apartment,” you promised. “I’ll have this asshole drive me.” You gestured to Michael.
“Don’t put any bullets in his head without me.”
“Yes sir.”
“Don’t be long!”
Trevor took a hard turn but before he left completely he leaned out the window.
“Hey Michael!”
“Yeah Trevor?”
He leaned forward, a small smug smile on his face.
“She fucked me. She fucked me.” Nine years of that lingering question and there it was. There was the truth that Michael had been hanging off of. The way Trevor said it, he knew it was true. The eye roll on your face was too obvious. “See ya soon.”
He drove away. You were left in his dust, in the Trevorless hole. You looked at Michael.
“That true?” he asked, like he didn’t know the answer.
“Nine years. All our money. Death certificate.” He nodded slowly.
“So you found the easiest psycho on the block?” Your jaw hardened.
“I found my best friend.” Michael knew he was being hard on you. He shouldn’t be. You weren’t insane like Trevor. You were insane with Trevor. He might’ve been able to build a relationship with you if he had told you he was alive sooner.
You were offended. Michael was acting like he hadn’t just waltzed back into your life after being resurrected. He had no right to judge you and Trevor.
“I thought you were dead,” you told him. He nodded once, gesturing to the car. You got in the passenger seat. There was something to be said about you trusting him enough to drive you around. He could cap you and leave you, you knew that. He was capable of it. But he wasn’t going to, not now that he finally got you back.
��I couldn’t exactly tell you I was, after it all went down.” He started the car.
“Where are we going?”
“I ain’t taking you back to Trevor if that’s what you’re asking.” You rolled your eyes. He avoided your question. “I knew you were out there, I figured Trevor was. I knew Lester was. It was better for everyone if I stayed dead.”
“Brad went to jail.” Michael gave you a side eye. You squinted at him, confused. Finally your eyes opened wide in realization. “They killed Brad.”
“Brad died,” he said, like it was any better.
“Who is in that jail cell?”
“No one.” Your mouth dropped a bit in amazement. All this time, the grave you had been mourning at was not Michael’s but Brad’s. You felt a pang of guilt. He deserved your grief all this time. You looked straight ahead. He was driving through the heart of Los Santos.
“Damn,” you muttered. “Still can’t believe you’re alive Mikey.”
“Me too girl. Me too.” He took a sharp turn. “Thank you for helping me with Tracey. Not that I needed it.”
“You had it handled, I know.” You rolled your eyes. You glanced over at him. Your Michael Townley, alive again. You shook your head. “Amanda seems happy.”
He scoffed.
“You met Fabian. She’s clearly happy.” You snorted.
“I never liked her and then Jimmy came along and…”
“Yeah well I wanted a family,” he admitted. “Fat lot of good it’s done me now. Both my kids hate me and my wife cheats on me. I’m back in the world of crime with my formally dead best friends.”
“We were not the dead ones.”
Michael thought of Lester’s words.
She deserved better than both of you. But you have to know she would’ve always chosen him.
He shook off the haunting thoughts. He didn’t let himself feel how much he had loved you.
“I went to your apartment,” he said.
“Stalker.”
“Yesterday,” he corrected. “I waited for you. I had Lester tell me where you lived and I waited,” he explained. “You never came.”
“Yeah I think Trevor cleared that one up for you,” you muttered. “I was in a shitty trailer bed in Sandy Shores.”
“You were always welcome in my bed in Rockford Hills.” You rolled your eyes.
“Townley, you’re a married man!” He glanced over at you. You met his gaze. The joke hung in the air and slowly became more serious. You pursed your lips and a sense of melancholy went over his eyes. “What a life it would’ve been though huh?”
“It doesn’t have to be-”
“Yeah Mikey. It does.” Your voice was serious. The one you used during business. He pulled into the parking lot of the boardwalk. He wasn’t sure what made him come here. He just didn’t wanna go home yet. Kids passed in front of the car, going towards the rides. The car stayed running. “You died on me.”
“I’m not dead now.”
The look you gave him was not a forgiving one. You reached across the center console, grabbing his hand. You smiled sadly at him.
“I gotta go.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yeah, I do.”
For a moment he thought you were gonna kiss him. Your lips were so alluring and so close. The same lips he had fantasized about when he was still a kid technically, early twenties, filled with hormones. Your look was too fucking sad. He had gotten you back, your lips were right there. What had he always sworn he was going to do if he saw you again? Damn Amanda, damn Trevor?
He kissed you. It was feverish. Fast, passionate, filled with years of tension. You kissed him back for a moment. There was a moment in that kiss, maybe longer than a moment, where it was all okay. It was the kiss he had always wanted and it felt as good as he had always thought it would.
You pulled away and got out of the car. You didn’t speak, you didn’t break that moment for him. He was still leaning across the console when you left the car and he lingered there for a moment too long. You took out your phone, walked towards the amusement rides, and called a cab.
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You tossed money at the cab driver, enough for a tip as well. The driver left you quickly, back at his job just as quickly as he had come. You were grateful the drive wasn’t long.
Michael’s lips still stained yours. You wanted to kiss Trevor. Bad.
It wasn’t that the kiss with Michael wasn’t good. In fact, it was great. It was a good kiss with a guy you had once loved, with a guy you could’ve built a good life with. But now it tasted like betrayal and lost worlds.
You didn’t bother knocking. The door opened slowly into the hallway. You could hear voices coming from inside the apartment.
“Debra isn’t gonna like this,” Floyd said nervously.
“Debra isn’t gonna like any of this. Don’t fuckin worry, I’ll make sure you’re man of the year in way of making girlfriends angry,” Trevor’s voice responded. When you turned the corner you could see Trevor was writing on the walls. The main entrance that had once said live, laugh, love, was now crudely covered with eat, shit, die. You recognized the handwriting.
“I really would prefer it if you didn’t,” Floyd said. Trevor turned around to answer him, some sarcastic answer hanging on his lips. He didn’t say it when he saw you. His face immediately softened and whatever snarky comment he was going to say died in his mouth.
“That was quick.”
“Michael’s fast,” you muttered. He narrowed his eyes on you.
“You didn’t-”
“No. No.” He nodded once. He felt relieved to hear that. You were his. He wasn’t gonna share you any more, he was sick of sharing you.
“Do you think you could get him to stop?” Floyd questioned. You looked at the walls, covered in black markers. You shook your head.
“He doesn’t have a leash.”
“My girl.” He waltzed back over to you, cupping your cheek with his hand and kissing you. It was the kind of kiss you were wanting. You melted into it, not caring that Floyd was watching.
Floyd wanted to make a comment about how you deserved better. But the way you leaned into the kiss was something Debra had never done for him. Maybe he could take some notes from Trevor.
“I grabbed the guest bedroom. King bed.”
“That’s Debra’s bed,” Floyd muttered, but neither of you listened.
“That sounds fancy,” you admitted. You smiled up at him, happy to be back. It was like a dream. All of those fantasies you had about what life could’ve been had started to mold into this weird perfect situation with Trevor. “You test it out yet?”
“I wanted to wait for you m’lady,” he said, lowly. You rolled your eyes but it didn’t seem genuine with the smile on your lips. He put his hand on the small of your back.
“Did you take a shower?” He was the one to roll his eyes this time.
“You’re askin a lot of me doll.”
“We need to go shopping too. I can get you all snazzy,” you promised. “I’ll steal some of Townley’s money to do it too.”
“You had me at steal.”
He was like a love struck puppy. It read in his eyes. Trevor fell in love with every girl who gave him a passing look. This one was looking right at him, always had been. He was so exhilarated with winning the game he and Michael had played for so long that he couldn’t feel anything else except lust and love.
“Shower.” He groaned, long, dramatic.
“You wanna come?” Your smile was playful. You pushed him towards the bathroom. He took it as a no. His hands lingered on you for as long as you let him. “I’ll be five minutes.”
“Scrub between your toes too T.”
“Yeah yeah.” He walked into the bathroom, waving. He hadn’t brought clothes in with him. He would either walk back out in the same outfit, defeating the purpose of the shower, or he’d walk out naked. You walked to the guest bedroom and grabbed some clothes for him, feeling Floyd’s eyes on you.
“How long do you think you guys will be staying?” he asked nervously. He could read Trevor but you were harder to understand. You seemed normal for the most part. He was worried you might blow up on him.
“Hopefully not long,” you promised. You could hear the water running so you opened the door.
“Ocupado!” Trevor called. You put his clothes on the sink.
“Wear these.”
“Is it lingerie?” You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you.
“I’m sorry we crashed like this. Been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”
“He doesn’t exactly care for boundaries does he?”
“Don’t say that too loud Floyd,” you joked. You looked around. Everytime you entered this apartment it was slightly dirtier. You wondered what would happen when Debra returned, storming through the door. “We’ll be out of your hair as soon as possible,” you lied.
“Okay,” he muttered. He looked down at the table, smeared with pizza sauce and other substances he didn’t want to identify.
“Sorry about him. He’s just kinda..like that.”
“So you two haven’t seen each other in a long time?” he repeated. You nodded once.
“I thought he was dead. He thought I was dead. Life of crime is not for the faint of heart,” you said offhandedly. You wondered if you should run to your apartment and grab some clothes. You wondered how long Trevor planned on staying.
“Yeah I don’t think I wanna be involved,” he explained. You shrugged.
“Happens to the best of us.”
You walked into the guest bedroom to look around for some clothes of your own to change into. You tossed your phone on the sheets, noting the new contact in it. Michael De Santa. There was a text from him.
You looked at it from afar, like reading it through a squint would make it less real.
It doesn’t have to be like this.
That was it. He knew it had to be like this. You had told him. You had a text from Lester as well. His faceless contact made your phone screen bright.
It’s safer to stay out of this, was all he said. You rolled your eyes. When had you ever cared about how safe something was? Your bullet wound in the shoulder ached with the memories. You didn’t like being warned or being persuaded. You turned your phone around.
The bathroom door opened. You were standing beside the closet, moving aside some of Debra’s things. Thankfully she seemed to have brought most of it with her, wherever she went.
Trevor walked into the room, closing the door lightly behind him. You met his eyes. He was clean, wet from the humid water. Finally wearing clean clothes, sweatpants and a shirt. He dipped his head to kiss you like you were giving him his last breath.
“I wanna get married,” he muttered against your lips. He was leaning against the bed, his back legs flush with the sheets. You laughed. “I’m serious. It’s been too long. We would’ve done it ages ago.”
“Slow down cowboy.”
You gently pushed him onto the bed. He looked up at you with the most devoted eyes. You straddled him, pushing your hair so it was out of your face.
“Aren’t you wanted by the FIB?” you questioned. “You think they’re gonna sign our marriage certificate?”
“We can get an Elvis. Get drunk. Have a month long honeymoon.” His eyes wandered your body. His body reacted quickly to you being on top of him. The thought was alluring, you couldn’t lie.
“Okay,” you breathed, kissing him. “Later. We have all the time in the world now,” you promised. “I just wanna stay right…here.” He moaned as your lips nipped his ear.
“Whatever you want.”
#trevor philips x reader#trevor philips x fem!reader#michael de santa x reader#michael de santa x fem!reader#michael townley x fem!reader#gta imagines
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inkheart
my Trevor/ tattoo artist imagine is done and you can read it here!
there’s also a preview under the cut btw :)
In the neon light of the studio, with the stench of ink painting your nostrils black and the hum of the gun mixing with the patter of rain on the roof to make a song that only you and Trevor can hear.
This career criminal lounges in your damaged, stained chair like he belongs there and you agree. Trevor tells you his plans to become an international arms and drugs trader and you just laugh and murmur that you think you’ll stick to your needles rather than his needles. This is your home anyway. He laughs a bit sadly and then falls silent.
Neither breaks the silence for an hour, you use the silence to think over everything that happened in this moonlit studio, the confessions of love and chaos run rampant in your mind and you can't be bothered to smother their fire, to smother his fire. You glance up and he's staring at your art that decorates the walls, and you're staring at him. He should have grotesque horns pushing through his head, jagged and damaged. And maybe he does. Maybe you do. Maybe all the residents here do.
#Trevor Philips#gta v trevor#gta trevor#trevy trev#Gta 5#gta v#Grand theft auto 5#grand theft auto v#oc? maybe#reader?#gta imagines#grand theft auto 5 imagines#grand theft auto v imagines#Gta 5 imagines#Gta v imagines#:))))) help
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just realized i forgot to make a page for sleight on my artfight, so i decided to update his ref while im at it
#for legal reasons clawronto canyada isnt actually mentioned anywhere in laikas comet and might not even be canon#im just having fun with the furth naming schemes.. and i lived in the GTA myself and i can see him being at home in the elgin#it has like a very fancy vibe but in an aged way yknow...??the kind of thing u imagine when u think of old magic tricks on stage heh#i also wanna get around to finalizing the design for his van bc i have some concepts down for a folding down stage. like a barbie camper#theres a forum called the skoolie where ppl post abt school bus modding to make em into travel campers and im using it for reference#i.. love this guys design so much i want more reasons to draw him for fun lol#my art#myart#oc#my oc#myoc#fur#furry#furry art#laikas comet oc#laikas comet#sleight#reference sheet#oc ref sheet#fan character#? sort of?? atp hes more like a guy who happens to exist on furth than a fan character to me. idk
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"you're fucking hungry, ain't ya?"
#why anatomy exists#why shadows exist#why I spent a few fucking weeks on that and still hate it#trikey#michael de santa#trevor philips#gta v#gta 5#my art#dunno what's wrong but something wrong I can feel it#there meant to be two similars but sorry I'm fucked#maybe later maybe never#ejehdhsjwjjwjdsj#I wanna shove this stylus into their asses#imagine them choking each other and then suddenly penetrating each other's mouths with their tongues or vice versa
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Ruined his nice shirt 💫🚬
#Pls imagine this is his flame bowling shirt it's all I've had him in recently#Made me nearly drop 50 quid on one from America (I didn't)#Gta v#Gtav#Gta 5#Grand theft auto v#Grand theft 5#Trevor philips#fan art#art#sketch#character art#Blood
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GTA guys if you could excuse their actions.
#drew this for johnny pretty much exclusively but also i could imagine the other five so vividly i thought i would include them too lmao#WHY does none of you see johnny being bald as a chick too tho. look at my vision boy#grand theft auto#packie mcreary#dimitri rascalov#johnny klebitz#brucie kibbutz#lance vance#michael townley#<- yeah sorry. i'm with trevor on this one#gta iv#and co (my two all time faves :3)#genderbend
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Angels Can't Cry Darlin [Trevor Phillips]
Hurt/Comfort //Drabble. My specialty; Halloween. You're feeling insecure about yourself, and Trevor is surprisingly comforting. In his own weird way.
Halloween was so shitty for me, I wrote this out of pure comfort lol.
It's Trevor so you know it's suggestive.
No one's perspective.
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Cars zipped past, they shouted party music. All of them. Despite Sandy Shores being decently quiet on a good day, something was always happening around the corner. It just so happened that today was a big 'happening'. Halloween.
What a day. Trailers had one piece of music playing, and beers were drunk. People danced, made out, did any and all types of drugs. Most you wanted to do was drink, and people watch. It was your favourite pastime. That's how you met your boyfriend.
You were sat on a little sandy hill facing the entry to Sandy Shores, legs crossed, and finding a piece of real life entertainment to make your day. Today was the day that a guest's car was parked out one trailer. You always kept your eye on the person in this trailer. He was entertaining you, even if he didn't have a clue about it. But, he welcomed a guest into his 'home', despite his demeanour. They spoke about a 'score' and how 'The Chinese..' would be following them or something. It confused you, but you were so intrigued in what happened.
Before you knew it, the man you were watching for entertainment, was staring at you. You were sort of leant on the trailer's front porch, watching the cars. "Why aren't you at the bar with everyone?"
"You weren't there." Trevor just chuckled and stood next to you.
"Why didn't you go baby?" He asked, staring that dark stare at you.
Your answer was a glance down at yourself. You were dressed as an angel. But not a teenage slutty one. Big wings, a headband as a halo, and everything in white. Trevor thought you looked wonderful. He just couldn't stop staring at you, and how wonderful you looked. "What's wrong with that? You look great!"
"No I don't. I look so shitty, and fuck ugly."
"Shut up. You don't. You look fuckin sexy like that."
You just smirked and swatted Trevor away. He didn't take that as a no, and wrapped his arms around you, leaning on your back. "Nah you look amazing. Want me to show you how great you look angel?" He leant you back using his own strength, kissing the sides of your tear stained faced.
"What are those tears for?" He let you go, and you turned around, holding onto his arms. There was some recognition of comfort in the man, and he took off the wings that really weighed down on your shoulders. You took a relaxed, deep breath, as your posture became less stiff.
"I'm sorry Trevor..."
"None of the apologizing bullshit angel. C'mon." He threw the wings and halo into the road, letting whoever drive over them. The cold air brushed past you, and he took your worrying look into the nothingness as a confirmation you needed to be inside. Your back found the bed as you wriggled around trying to find a comfortable spot. Not like Trevor's bed was very comfortable anyway. He sort of held you best he could. Comforting and cuddling for long wasn't his strong suit. "Your costume looks fuckin brilliant. Don't say shitty things about yourself. Understand?"
As a response, you nodded, your arms wrapped tight around your boyfriend's back. It didn't last long as Trevor had you pinned down slightly, and was placing kisses everywhere. He moved parts of your costume around so he could place a kiss on every part of you. "You're gorgeous. Shut up and don't forget that."
"Okay Trevor."
"Not good enough."
"I'm pretty, and nice looking. All for you." You sighed happily, hoping it would satisfy him.
"Good Y/N." He grinned, finally kissing you properly.
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#gta fanfiction#GTA V#grand theft auto v#trevor phillips imagine#trevor philips#trevor philips x reader#Steven Ogg man <3#random sorry#trevor phillips#X Reader#gta trevor#trevor x you#trevor Phillips x you#Halloween#suggestive
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I recently went to a GTA panel and got to ask a question to Ned Luke and Solo which I worded kinda poorly (because 1) I am literally unmedicated with crippling social anxiety, and also 2) that’s literally Micheal de Santa and Franklin Clinton I’m talking to lmao) which was if Micheal ever really liked Trevor. He used the analogy of Mice and Men of the character Lennie who loves a little mouse but ends up crushing it to death out of that love. And he said it was probably a love hate relationship but at some point for Micheal he just was like, yeah Trevor needs to go because he’s a danger to him and his family. And later he clarified that oh yeah they definitely were friends once, just a long time ago. I thought that was a really interesting!!!
Both of them said that they thought killing Trevor in ending A was the most in character, in fact Ned seemed like really excited about it lol. I’m just surprised XD as someone who’s only ever chosen Deathwish. I thought that throughout the game Micheal would have changed his mind about Trevor a little bit, especially after Trevor saves him at least 2 times I can think of off the top of my head. But ig it does make sense because Micheal will help you kill Trevor in ending A but Trevor won’t help you kill Micheal. Or so I’ve heard!!!! I like them all too much to kill any of them ^^;
I just thought it was fascinating. And even more so now I feel like if you look at the game thru Trevor’s eyes it’s tragic. I mean he mourned Micheal for years and he thought he was like family to him only to find out that he is hiding. And I don’t think he ever learned that that bullet was meant for him right? Just damn…. Micheal is just looking out for himself ig but in my eyes he’s a pretty stone cold dude ^^; it makes for a great story but poor Trevor
But that was like the coolest experience of my life and I have been ecstatic ever since!!!!!!
#Ned even was like saying he thought that there should be DLC where Franklin kills Lamar which is so funny cuz I could not imagine caring and#level headed Franklin killing his best friend#I was like damn that’s a very Micheal thing to think lol#my posts#gta#gtav#gta v#michael de santa#trevor philips#franklin clinton
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“Trevor, baby, c’moon!”
the quality gets messed up every time I try to upload this but whatever ajdkfksjs anyway young trikey
#if I get ONE why are you blue comment….#gta v#gta 5#trevor philips#michael de santa#trikey#gta#my art#i imagine this as michael trying to smooth talk trevor out of a tantrum#i just rly needed to practice profiles
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so guys he did it, i love him so much, i need to get to a UK con next year to thank him in person, on my knees, mouth open, you know the drill 👅👅
#steven ogg#twd#gta#trevor philips#the walking dead simon#simon imagine#simon savior smut#simon twd#simon the walking dead#the walking dead#simon x oc#simon cameo#cameo#simon twd imagine#simon saviour
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if you’re still writing for GTA V could i request something where Trevor is dating a girl that’s younger than him/age gap and is in college, total opposite of him. but he is IN LOVE and he absolutely needs to just marry her, tie her down, etc.
i need you to know that age gap in college total opposite is me so this request made me very <3 it made me <3 trevor i love you.
i hope you enjoy!
Smarts? A schedule? A home that isn't a trailer? Someone who kind of knows what they're doing?
Trevor had never known these things before
You and Trevor met when he was in your college town for a job. He was being shitty about it, lingering around the college bars. He had to wear some snazzy outfit in order to fit undercover and he met you.
He was smitten. You were drinking something strong and he asked you to a drinking game. You were kind of drunk and he looked a little better hazy but you were more than happy to comply to a game.
You sweeped the floor with him.
He had never fallen in love so quickly
You both fell asleep on a bench outside. It was freezing when you woke up in the morning. You had lost your jacket. Trevor offered you his. After confirming the two of you didn't sleep together, the relationship was off.
All of your friends thought you were insane!
They met Trevor in passing (he was usually around, in your dorm even though he wasn't supposed to) (commuting with you even though he had no where to go) (always in college bars, bragging about his girlfriends grades)
"He's kind of old?" a friend noted. You were sitting with your computer out, typing furiously. You really had to finish this essay.
"He's got experience."
"He's bald?"
"Not quite."
"Doesn't he live in a trailer?" You peeked over your computer.
"He can budget. Also, the trailer is fun. When I've cleaned it."
"You're like a maid?" You scoffed.
"Trust me, I'm not a maid. We do lots of things other than cleaning."
the insinuation was fucking but you actually did a lot of things. His whole life of crime thing tended to bleed over to you when you came over. He often had a lot of money though which was a win. Tuition was expensive!
Your friends thought he was a sugar daddy. You didn't deny it?
Trevor liked spending all his time with you. He had never known something so special. He had never loved someone so much.
Obviously his next inclination was to tie you down! He wanted marriage! He wanted a honeymoon!
You were still in college, gathering your own personhood. Marriage is not something that was technically on your radar.
Trevor and you spent some time in a hotel (his treat) so you didn't have to hear your roommate complain. You had your head on his lap, looking eagerly at your computer. Homework. So much homework.
He brushed his hand through your hair.
"What are you writing about now?"
"Climate change."
"Is it changing? It was really hot outside today." You snorted, shaking your head. You shut your computer. You could finish it later.
"Just a bit. How is that thing we did last weekend?"
"Oh the Millers score? It's great. We can buy a house."
"But you're buying another hanger?"
"I like planes." You looked up at him, arching your back to do so.
"A house though...so much square feet. So many places to sit. And do other things."
It was defiantly a weird place to be at the college age. He could kill someone for you (he would. he has.) and he also had no idea what you were doing academically. You complained about shitty professors and he almost killed one of them (you explained that would be proactive)
He told everyone ever about you. He bragged about you to strangers. He told Ron. He told Michael.
No one believed him. Like literally...no one
Ron only believed him when he ran into you at the trailer once over a break
You were so kind (and younger and good looking and smart?). Ron didn't really understand the whole thing but when Trevor kissed you you looked so happy.
It may have been a random relationship but it worked so well for the two of you. Yes, it was kind of weird because you were constantly doing homework. He was in crime and made meth! Sometimes opposites attract.
"Are you going out out tonight?" Trevor asked, sitting in your dorms fire escape. Quick exit if he needed it.
"I have one of my 300 classes to study for."
"You should drop out."
"You paid my tuition for this quarter."
"And I am telling you to drop out." You rolled your eyes, looking at him through your lashes. He waited, eagerly. He was wearing some clothes you had gone out and bought together. If you could just convince him to change that haircut. "We should get matching tattoos."
"Trev."
"A heart with an arrow."
"Trev," you said, laughing gently. "I'm busy. Don't you have people to scam?" He took a step in through the window. He gestured outside into the night.
"I have the helicopter on the roof. I could teach you."
"Oh God, do you remember the last time you tired? I'm like..horrendously bad at helicoptering." You could fly the crop duster! But the helicopter had too many things to focus on.
"We can go to Paris." You shut your computer.
"You are gonna make me fail." He hit the window sill.
"I'll pay the tuition for next quarter too."
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*clears throat*
dad trevor, with the reader being their teen kid (can be fem or neutral doesn't matter)
ty!
trevor philips with a teen!kid
anon this is my fucking jam
let's be honest here you were either the result of some hookup or he found you on the street. it really doesn't matter because your dad loves you no matter what 100% of the time.
you could try and kill him and he'd be like okay crazy calm down and go back to bed.
depending on the time period wade and chef are your uncles or brad lester and Mikey are your uncles. either way, your the most protected kid on the planet, nobody and I mean nobody fucks with you.
trev will teach you how to shoot from the moment you can hold a gun. you scap with whoever whenever. uncle M says that you inherited feralness from your dad (he's right)
you are the only one who can calm Trevor down, sometimes you can't but mostly you can. you are also the only one he would ever consider giving up meth for.
sorry sweetie he would die for you but he won't give up his criminal lifestyle for you. he's gonna die with a gun in his hand whether you like it or not.
trev teaches you everything you know, how to read, write, hotwire anything, ride a bike, fly a plane, and load a gun. he's your sole teacher which probably isn't good in the long run, but he's fun.
Trevor's suicidal tendencies are gone with you, he can't imagine leaving you behind, especially by his own hand. its the main reason why he forgives Michael he gets it now.
(im imagining you an older teen like 19/20. traces age)speaking of Michael you were heartbroken to find out uncle mickey was dead, and you mourned him alongside your dad, only to find out he's alive and well?! you practically kick the door in yourself.
you cant forgive uncle M for a long time but you do enjoy that you have your best friends Tracey back. It's a heartwarming reunion and even jimmy takes a second away from his dick and his game to hug you.
if you are an older teen like 'the 20's'20s then you might date franklin or Lamar,(only if you wanted to and I was gonna include trace but it is kinda weird ) anyway trev would be furious and pleased if you dated someone like frank. he knows and respects frank but franks also shit scared of your dad win-win.
your dads is surprisingly cool with you dating as long as it's all age-legal and shit. he doesn't care if you hook up/friends with benefits but if you dated so he'd wanna know as soon as. mostly so he can do his whole scary dad routine. ( he does this for fun, he trusts you to be smart and date who you like, I mean he fell in love with a mexicans wife he held hostage)
when you get older you'd move into a nearby trailer, taking up the whole block. It's funny TPI trailers are a mess and yous look semi-decent.
overall, Trevor an amazing father, not a very conventional one but someone you can turn to and trust. he's your friend first but a protective father second. he loves you and you have some badass parents
oh god I dont even wanna think about something sensible...
#grand theft auto 5 imagines#gta 5#grand theft auto v#gta v#gta v trevor#gta headcanons#grand theft auto 5#trevor philips#trevor philips x teen!reader#gta v headcanons
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My absolutely favourite thing about Trevor is that he's a trained Air Force pilot. He can operate fighter jets. It's weirdly sexy.
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Today I learned that the same guy who did the host of Ozzy’s Dungeon from VHS 99 is the same guy who voice Trevor from GTA V
#dylan speaks words#iunno#vhs 99#Steven Ogg#gta v#gta 5#trevor philips#ozzy’s dungeon#like it kinda makes sense#in a sick way it’d be funny to imagine Trevor attempting a fucked up obsticle course for a game show#spouting curses the whole time#yet he’d win somehow
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Discount Store cowboy 🦂⭐ (wish there were more western style clothes for Trev)
#Please ignore the gun and how messy this is it's 2am#Imagine cowboy boots too I couldn't be arsed to draw a full body. But he's wearing them#Inspired by the hideous but loveable mustard yellow western shirt in binco#Gta v#Gtav#Gta#Gta 5#Grand theft auto 5#Grand theft auto v#Trevor Philips#fan art#art#sketch#character art#Grand theft auto
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Stitches - Trevor Philips
AN:
Haha haven't posted a smut in a hot minute. I have 6 drafts saved but I need the motivation to finish them.
Pairing:
Trevor Philips x Male!OC (Name: Jynx)
Plot:
Trevor shows up at Jynx's house, needing a place to lay low. Jynx allows it cuz they've been friends since Jynx was like 19. One day, his ex decides to peep through the windows and Trevor sees it so he takes him inside and makes the man watch as he gives Jynx the best sex of his life. (idea based from @stat1cstarz - go read it! it's really fuckin good)
Warnings:
Sex, NSFW Shit, Age Gap, Voyeurism, Choking, Squirting, Hair Pulling, Hickeys, Possessive Trevor if you squint, FtM Pre Bottom Surgery, and It's a Trevor smut so it's gonna be a lil weird.
Song:
Stitches - Orgy
youtube
"Someday soon you'll find that someone,
waiting for the chance to beat you."
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“Get the fuck out of my house! God, everyone was right about you, and right that I was an idiot to let you stay here!” Jynx yelled at the naked man on his couch that was now his ex boyfriend.
“Woah, woah, slow down! You can’t just kick me out. I have nowhere to go!” He pleaded. Jynx didn’t care though, he grabbed the man’s clothes before yanking him off the couch and pulling him to the door.
Opening it and throwing the bigger man out along with his clothes, he yelled, “Go stay with the skank that you just had your dick inside of on my couch!”
Jynx slammed the door, vibrating the room as it did. He moved back to his living room, deciding how he wanted to deep clean the juices off his expensive couch.
Two hours had gone by since Jynx threw his ex boyfriend out of the house. He had decided to throw out the couch and order a new one, not even wanting to attempt to clean the stains out.
Two hours go by as Jynx searched through furniture stores to find a better couch when he was interrupted by his door bell.
He sighed and got up from the kitchen table to go see who it was. “Jake, I swear to god if it’s you-“ He opened the door to be met with his long time friend, Trevor.
“Heyyyy! Jynx! My main man- my compadre!” He walked in past Jynx who still was collecting himself from Trevor’s sudden appearance.
“What do you want Trevor?” His voice came out annoyed and irritated on accident. He followed Trevor who ended up in the living room and sitting on the couch before Jynx could warn him.
“Why is this couch wet? Did you and what’s-his-face do something?” He asked while standing back up.
Jynx grimaced and rolled his eyes. “No, he and another chick did. Since you’re here, come help me throw this couch outside.”
“Oh shit. I was waiting for this day, and I mean I told you he would that-“ Trevor started but was cut off by Jynx snapping.
“Trevor, test my patience, I dare you.” He glared at the older male who only put his hands up in surrender while chuckling.
“Calm yourself sugar, I didn’t mean to step on your toes. I only need to lay low for awhile.” He moved to the other side of the couch to help move it outside.
“Always using me for something, huh Trevor.” He muttered while also moving the couch. “Fine. You can stay here, but you’re showering everyday and putting on clean clothes. You smell like ass.”
The two moved the couch out of the house, setting it on the curb before going back inside. Jynx sent Trevor to the bathroom to take a shower before going to grab some other clothes from the guest room for Trevor.
Trevor had stayed with Jynx enough so where the guest room basically became his room with some clean clothes in it. Jynx had come to know Trevor when he turned 19 and was hanging out with Tracey. The two connected in a weird way and it started out as Jynx looking up to Trevor.
Jynx was 27 now and now considered Trevor to be a close friend. There was also something about the older man that Jynx couldn’t help but be attracted to. He ignored this feeling though, feeling ashamed of it.
He moved to sit at the other couch that sat in the living room, silently thanking his parents for giving him a house where it was big enough to have two couches in the living room. He turned on his current show, letting himself get lost in show, wanting to forget the previous moments from today.
He was brought out of his trace by Trevor stomping down the stairs, wearing only gym shorts. "Should we order some take out, kid? I'll pay." He said while moving to sit on the couch next to Jynx who was trying to avoid looking at Trevor's chest.
“Chinese?” He asked, little happiness coming through in his tone.
“Yes! You’re placing the order though! I don’t know how to fully work that app.” Trevor stated, pointing at Jynx as he did. He noticed that he was avoiding looking at him, he chuckled at it.
“You haven’t looked my way since I got back. Usually you hit me with a ‘you finally look like a human’ line.” He teased, scooting closer to Jynx who was trying to order the Chinese food. Jynx ignored Trevor’s comment and movement towards him, not wanting to give himself away.
He was forced to look at Trevor when the older man grasped his chin and faced Jynx towards him. “I’m talking to you, boy.” Trevor’s tone had gotten low and sort of sensual.
Jynx audible gulped, looking at Trevor who was only inches away from him. His other arm moved to wrap around Jynx's waist, holding him close. "Trevor... We can't- I just-" He tried to form words but his mind couldn't.
His heart was speeding, his breath ragged as he tried to push Trevor away but the older man kept his grip. The two stayed like that, their breath hitting each other as their gazes held lust for the other. Trevor ended up pulling away, not wishing to make Jynx upset or uncomfortable.
"I'll finish ordering the Chinese food." Jynx said, composing himself and trying to ignore the wetness that had built up between his thighs.
"Chinese food, right, you do that." Trevor shifted away from Jynx, grabbing a blanket to hide his lower half before going back to watching the show mindlessly.
- Time Skip -
It had been three months and Trevor was still hanging around, insisting that he keep Jynx company now that he didn't have his ex around. Jynx allowed him to stay of course, finding the most comfort in the crazy man.
Jynx was busy cleaning the house, wearing nothing but one of Trevor's oversized shirts and a pair of his own boxers. Jynx always liked to steal Trevor's clothes while he was around, saying the reason was that he liked how big they were on him.
Trevor didn’t mind of course, the younger was letting him live there, plus he found the boy cute in them.
The two had grown closer in that time frame, sharing secrets that haven’t shared before. They weren’t exactly dating but they acted like a couple and did coupley things.
Jynx wanted to get an official label on their relationship and find out Trevor’s real feelings for him, but he didn’t know how. He hoped to talk to Trevor later tonight about it.
It had grown late into the night with the time now reading 12:30 am and Trevor still wasn’t home. It wasn’t uncommon for Trevor to be out late, but tonight was different.
Jynx sat on the new couch, playing a video game that he had recently bought. He was in the middle of an intense scene when the door opened to Trevor and a man with a bag over his head.
“Trevor what the fuck?! I told you no hostages here!” Jynx hissed, pausing his game and standing up.
“Calm down sweetheart, it’s not a hostage. It’s your ex boyfriend!” He ripped the bag off of the man, leaving Jynx in shock.
“Why the hell is he here?!” Jynx’s face was angry and confused as he was trying to figure out why Trevor would bring him back into his house.
Trevor began tying the scared looking man to a kitchen chair. “Found him looking through the windows watching you while i was coming home! Figured we better show this rat a show he’d never forget.”
Jynx’s eyes widened at the information of his ex watching him. He felt icky and like his privacy was threatened. “What kind of show?” He asked confused.
Once Trevor finished tying the man up he turned to Jynx. A devilish smile graced his face as he moved towards Jynx, his arms going around the younger’s waist. “I think you know… I’ve seen how you around me and I know you like wearing my clothes for other reasons than them just being big on you.” He whispered in the younger’s ear.
Jynx felt a shiver go through him, his legs closed to try and calm the excitement that had filled him. “Guess I’m not good at hiding it as I thought I was.” He chuckled slightly. His arms moved to wrap around Trevor's neck, holding the man close to him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Trevor." He whispered.
Trevor licked his lips before grasping a hand full of Jynx's hair and pulling their lips together roughly. He tasted of cigarettes and alcohol along with a breath mint trying to hide it.
"Oh baby, I've been thinking about you for awhile. I'm gonna fuck you better than you've ever been fucked." He purred to Jynx before lifting the smaller and pinning him down on the couch.
Trevor's grasp on Jynx's hair became tighter as he moved the boy's head to the side so he could attack his neck with hickeys and bites. Jynx looked over at his ex who wanted to look away but couldn't. He watched Jynx's body and his facial expressions, his own filling with rage as he watched.
Jynx's legs moved up to wrap around Trevor's waist, thrusting his hips up against Trevor's, savoring the groan that had left the older's lips. "Mmm, fuck, Trevor." He moaned more. One of Trevor's hands slid between Jynx's thighs and into his boxers. "I've barely done anything but you're already soaked for me? Damn baby." He chuckled as his fingers began to move against the boy's soaked cunt.
Jynx's head fell as his back arched up against Trevor, a loud moan leaving his lips. Trevor's fingers felt so much better than he had been imagining. "Why don't we give our audience a better show? Show him what he lost when he decided to be a dick and cheat on you." Trevor chuckled and pulled his fingers away, earning a loud whine from Jynx.
Before the younger could protest, Trevor moved them so he was sitting up against the couch and moving Jynx on his lap, the boy's back against his chest. Jynx's boxers were removed from his body and his legs were spred open by Trevor's own legs. One of his hands moved to wrap around Jynx's throat, gripping it tightly.
"Come on sweetheart, don't be shy now. Show this cocksucker who you belong to now. Let him hear those pretty moans of yours." Trevor praised and he moved his other hand to rub Jynx's sensitive cunt again.
Jynx felt his head go dizzy as the lack of air flow hit him. He squirmed a bit as he moaned desperately against Trevor's fingers. He felt his climax building up within him. "Trev- mmm-" He whispered out, being so lost in pleasure he completely forgot about the man who was watching.
"Bet you never made him feel this good with just your fingers, huh buddy?" Trevor chuckled, biting down on Jynx's shoulder, drawing blood as he did.
Jynx moaned louder and more frequent as he was brought to the edge. The pleasure of Trevor’s fingers, the dizziness of being choked, along with the pain on his shoulder made him close control as he squirted on Trevor’s fingers.
“That’s it baby, that’s a good boy.” Trevor continued moving his fingers until Jynx’s high was rode out. Trevor released his grip from Jynx’s neck, allowing the boy to fall back against him and catch his breath.
“I’m guessing from the way you’re reacting, that was the first time you came so hard you squirted?” Trevor teased Jynx as he moved his hands down to his own pants to free his aching cock.
Jynx shook his head, biting his bottom lip he savored the high he was still coming down from. "Trev, where have you been all these years? No one has ever gotten me off that good." He turned his head and gripped Trevor's chin, forcing the older to face him into a deep, rough kiss.
"Jynx is lying to make me mad! There's no fucking way this fucking creepy old man is that good!" Jynx's ex spat, anger clear in his face as he tried to undo the bindings. It made him frustred to see someone else touching what he still claimed as his.
Trevor only laughed at the pathetic man, he pulled away from Jynx to look at the man bound to the chair. One hair gripped Jynx's hair tightly while his free hand moved to slap Jynx's dripping pussy, making the younger jolt up and moan. "I don't know kid, from the mess between his legs and on the floor, I would have to disagree." Trevor moved his cock between Jynx's folds, moving himself slowly to tease Jynx.
"What's that pretty boy? I can't hear ya, tell Uncle T how badly you want this." He sped up his pace a bit more, chuckling at how much Jynx was coming undone in his hold.
The younger tried to close his legs as the overstimulation hit him but Trevor's stronger ones kept them open. Tears fell from his cheeks as he just could only whimper and whine, his brain too desperate and clouded to form proper words.
"Come on boy, use your words otherwise I'll stop." Trevor instructed, slapping Jynx's thigh hard in the process. Jynx jolted up again before trying his best to form a sentence.
"N-no... mm... Don't stop! Trevor- please I need you." He moved his own hips against Trevor's cock, gaining more friction as he felt the older's tip rubbing against his clit.
"Need me where? Come on boy, don't half ass your words here." Trevor growled in Jynx's ear, slapping his thigh again.
"Inside! Please! Trevor!" Jynx cried, his own patience running out as all he wanted was to be stretched out by Trevor. The older man chuckled once more before giving into what Jynx was begging for.
He moved to push his cock inside Jynx, bottoming out as he pushed himself fully in. It didn't talk long for Jynx to adjust due to how wet he had become, allowing Trevor to start thrusting up into the younger boy. He released his hand that was in Jynx's hair to move under Jynx's thighs, holding him up a bit to allow him to thrust more into him.
The only sounds that could be heard in the room was the sounds of squelching, Jynx's moans, Trevor's grunting, and Jynx's ex yelling angrily while trying to get out of the ropes. Neither Jynx or Trevor paid much attention to the other male, too lost in pleasure to really care.
"More... please..." Jynx begged, his head now falling back against Trevor's shoulder as his hands gripped Trevor's forearms, his nails digging into the skin.
Trevor gave into Jynx, absolutely loving how he was able to give the younger so much pleasure. "Such a needy little thing." He teased, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could go.
Jynx felt his second orgasm building up in his stomach, his walls tightened around Trevor, signaling to him that Jynx was about to burst any moment. "Come on baby, show Uncle T and that pathetic excuse for a man just how good I made you feel." Trevor instructed, his own thrusts becoming sloppier.
Trevor's words made Jynx spill over the edge for the second time, coming hard around Trevor's cock while moaning the older's man name loudly. His walls squeezed Trevor harder, making him grunt against Jynx's shoulder. He thrusted one last time hard and deep inside of Jynx, allowing him to empty deep inside of Jynx.
Light thrusts went in and out of Jynx as the two rode out their high together. Trevor let go of Jynx's thighs and moved to wrap around the smaller's waist. He grabbed his face and kiss him deeply as he moved the younger to lay down on the couch. "Such a good boy you were. Rest a moment while I deal with this peeping tom."
Trevor turned his attention back to Jynx's ex, puting his pants back on before moving to undo the bindings. "Come on big man, you've had a good enough last show, time to get your real punishment." Trevor dragged the other male outside, blowing a kiss to Jynx as he did.
Jynx only laughed lightly, accepting the air kiss before moving to sit up and attempting to get up and clean himself up, only to fail and land on the floor. "I'll wait until he comes back." He thought out loud.
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"Drooling on the set to feel you,
blessing you with every kiss."
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