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gta-v-drabbles-and-such · 8 months

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Hi!! I love ur writing sm, so I was wondering if you have any North Yankton Trevor headcanons?

Ohhhh boy do I have some

Trevor Philips North Yankton Headcannons

I know damn well he’d be stealing Michael’s socks. I have no idea why it makes so much sense but I just feel like it would happen a lot. “Michael I need socks” “how is that my problem.” “I’m gonna steal yours” “god fucking damnit Trevor give me back my socks”

Slightly un related but not really, I feel like he did ballet as a kid. Maybe like one season over summer but he learned balance and now shows off hard core when they go skating. Or more accurately. “I’m gonna take Mikey Falling”

He’s constantly at any time throwing shit at Michael. In winter it’s snow, in autumn it’s leaves, in summer it’s ice cubes, in spring it’s probably rocks.

He would be the one to take Tracey out on weekends to get her nails done, (he’d offer it to Amanda but she’s obviously refuse it’s Trevor) so they’d get their nails done together.

He’d probably sneak into Michael’s bed at night, for warmth. Like a god damn snake

Definitely is friends with several street cats.

Something internally is screaming at me that he was thinking about becoming a drag queen instead of a criminal or better yet both at the same time but Michael shut the idea down real fast.

Will eat snow, like just for no reason face planting into it and cronchin away.

Well that’s what my brain came up with!

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rreskk · 9 months

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Hi there! I thoroughly enjoy reading your stories and venturing into your kinky take on the GTA verse. 🥰Ok my headcannon has a bit of an ick factor, but it’s completely plausible in my opinion: Back in their North Yankton days Michael and Trevor totally picked up a nasty case of head lice from staying in the wrong shitty motel. So, I’m thinking there was a sweet moment between them where Michael had to painstakingly comb them all out from Trevor’s hair, (which they both secretly enjoyed). But you know Trevor wouldn’t have the patience for that, or was too rough, so he just shaved Michael’s head. That’s why Trevor still has his mullet at the beginning of the game and Michael is sporting a buzz cut.

This definitely happened. I call this CANON!

Summary: Back in 2003, North Yankton, the two criminals had caught bad cases of headlice.

Pairings: Michael De Santa/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 428

“Why don’t you just shave you head?” He’d mutter and cringe, the comb barely brushing Trevor’s mullet. There were lice hogging each strand.

Just to their luck, the travels were cut short after catching a bad case of headlice. Michael knew there was something off about the motel they stayed at the week before… He’s never seen pillows so untouched and stained. Why he even slept there? Hung-over and too tired to care. Now he was in front of the bathroom mirror with Trevor sat in front of him. Mikey had a freshly shaved head, a number 2. The tiled floors were scattered with his dark brown hair.

“I’m not becoming an egg-head with you, prick.” Trevor pouted. He had his arms crossed, head dipped in a strop. Unlike Michael, he didn’t care about the lice. He just wanted the booze and to black-out drunk again.

“My head shape ain’t that bad.”

“It is.”

“I think someone is jealous that I look good with a buzz cut.” Mikey smirked.

“In your dreams, asshole.”

“Hey, watch the attitude. I’m helping you out.”

He whined, “You’re pulling my hair too hard, Mikey!”

“I thought you liked it rough?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Michael smirked and continued to comb out the infested lice that mangled his greasy hair. The bathroom light struggled to work so he used a singular candle, forcing Trevor to hold it. Of course, he’d make sure the crazed man wouldn’t attempt to set anything on fire – thanks to his arsonist tendencies.

“How long you gonna grow your hair out?”

“I don’t know,” Trevor mumbled, “I don’t care.”

“You’re stuck in the 70s.”

“Like you aren’t either.”

Michael rolled his eyes, “Woah, hey. At least I’m aging with the new generation.”

“How revolutionary.” He growled with spite.

“You’re a dick, Trev.”

“Whatever. Hurry the fuck up, I’m thirsty.”

“Dude, I offered you a glass of water not even minutes ago.”

“Booze, Michael, booze!”

He sighed deeply, his fingers picking out the last ounce of slippering lice. He wished he was with his family right now, not forced to be combing the hair of his unhygienic “friend.”

“It’s Tracey’s birthday soon.” He said at the thought of his family.

“I know.”

Michael raised an eyebrow, “You remembered?”

“I always remember, you ass. I got her some barbie dolls or whatever…”

“Got her?”

“Stole them.”

“Fucks sake, Trevor…”

He held out his hands defensively, “What? You know I can’t afford shit!”

“Does that include shampoo as well?”

“I’m going to strangle you in your sleep, Mikey.”

“Love you too, Trevor.”

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