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Heatwave
Summary:
Sandy Shores experiences a frightful heatwave in which disturbs Trevor and his sleep, leaving him to use the only source of entertainment - you.
NOTES:
Hey guys. I've not answering requests at the moment because I really wanna focus on providing much more focussed fanfics! Trying to improve and experiment with my writing, but this means I'll upload more promising works! :)
TW:
-Smut
Pairings:
Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips
Word count:
1856
The humidity was ravishing like a spiteful bliss of rushed warmth evaporating from an active volcano. The many layers of heat had tangled Hell into Sandy Shores, the rock roads fuming, the metal trailers sparking and burning up. A horrific heatwave during the summer hours of early dawn. What was present outside was also found inside; unbearable temperatures and sticky mattresses heaving at his naked skin. For once he tried to sleep but it came with a downfall of sweat and irritation. The 3 day bender of meth fuelled chaos ended and the sleep deprivation caught up momentarily. So with tiredness and angst, Trevor attempted to sleep the night before and, almost choked up by the heat, ended up lying there with eyes wide open, his back stuck to the duvet and his whole body measured with sweat — head to toe — every inch.
He glanced over to your sleepy figure and glared with distain. His body rolled forwards and it grinds against your backside, needly asking for some comfort and physical contact while in the moment of Hellish heat. Though you were just as sweaty with the mattress becoming damp, you had somewhat managed to enter the process of a light sleep, your eyes closed and face aching with trickles of sweat.
“Wake up…” his finger brushed across your damp stomach, “Don’t sleep without me.”
This tauntingly disturbed your peace and quiet as you began to stir, his breath heavy on the back of your neck. Throughout the whiplashes of consciousness, his stench grew more intense due to the humidity and increasing pressure of the warm heatwave that caused his bedroom to sickly hold this stream of his sweaty musk. Your nostrils were inflamed at the punch and you peered over your shoulder, just now noticing the layers of sweat painting your skin and sticking to your shirt. He met with your eyes, still frowning.
“What?” You murmured after being eruptively woken.
“I can’t sleep.” He simply said like it was your fault.
Begging to differ, your stomach coiled at his demonising scent and slowly, you sat up from the sticky sheets.
Trevor immediately followed you with his eyes and took advantage of the free access to your body, his hands grabbing at your waist and them warm fingers sliding across your bare skin. It made you shiver as the contrast of your sweat and his sweat mixed. The sensation was more or less hot AND bothering, an unwanted caress of butterflies moving around in your tummy and making it harder to breathe. Them damned hands are only making this heatwave worse for you.
“Trevor.” You’d warn since the illy-balanced fractures of bodily temperatures were apparent to cause future sickness.
“What?” He grubbed in response, scowling. His touch remained fixated on your waist and quietly ushering you closer to his side of the bed.
Knowing it wasn’t smart to argue against this revoltingly lustful intimacy, you shook your head to avoid any more of that sober grumpiness.
“This fuckin’ heat is killing me…” And with a slight tug, you were pulled back and into his lap. Your head planted onto the sweaty chest and he gazed down with a snarky smirk. “Hey.”
A hesitant muffle left your lips as you obtained the urge to find comfort in this gooey, humid situation. While lying against Trevor was a diamond in the rough, it didn’t help with your hair and clothes sticking to your body. Overstimulation, at its finest.
“It’s too hot for this.” You protested and attempted to sit up from his close proximity.
“Is it?” He questioned before grabbing the back of your shirt. “It’s never too hot to spend quality time with my girl.”
Your body went into immediate shut down and you couldn’t hold back the grudge. Limply falling back, you gave him a deceitful sigh. “C’mon, please. We both are tired—“
“From what I can remember, you were sleeping fine. Almost too fine…” He murmured.
“Before you woke me up.”
Trevor grimaced, “What’s wrong? You don’t want to spend time with dear ol’ Trev?”
“I didn’t mean it like tha—“ Before your sentence barely spat from your tongue, his hand perversely broke an entrance down your sweatpants, harshly groping at your pussy through your sweat-shaking undies. “Fuck!”
You felt him smirk at your initial reaction. Trevor increased his grip as your back arched, the overwhelming presence of heat turning into an internal arousal, defeating your inner dignity. He maintained your steady position in his lap while that hand only abuses your pussy harsher, suddenly clawing at your clit through the damp cloth.
“Trevor, stop…” You struggled with a smile, rocking your hips and thrusted into his hand.
“Atta girl. You love it, don’t you?” He whispered as his lips remained attached to your neck. His voice vibrated throughout your body, assisting the rush of blood to your stomach and lower. And from what you could tell, as that growing urge bulged from his crotch, he was excited as well. A bit too excited.
Disabled of vocalisation – jerking your hips is the only way of communicating since he had stolen your words. How he responded was physically intimate. His finger, clinging to your panties, pulling it aside and freeing the wet mess caused by his monster teases. You just wanted to rip off your clothes and free yourself from the chambers of sweat and overstimulation but he enjoyed watching you grow frustratingly sweaty and sticky. His eyes were peeled upon the hair that stuck to your face, the silhouette of droplets on your forehead and neck illumining from the lamp beside the bed. Trevor always loved it hot and messy, heatwaves setting him off when you submit such a sight to behold.
You clumsily pulled down your lazy sweatpants with the damp panties, kicking it away with the jerk of your feet. Now you could see his veiny, pulsing hands that dared to finger your clit more than it already is. With circular motion, you watched his thumb press down and interrogate the sex, assassinating the build-up of tension starting within your thighs and making them shake with anticipation.
“Oh yeah, that’s how I fuckin’ like it.” You heard him moan when sighting your exposed lower body.
As predicted, he shuffled around, your back hitting the mattress instead of his chest and his hand, based on your clit, increasing in pressure as he used it to continue the yearnful pleasure. You moaned, eyes closed, feeling his shadow looming over your body when another hand opened up your legs more.
“Look at me, baby.” Trevor pled.
“I can’t.” Everything was spinning that you didn’t have the guts to face him in fear of coming too early.
“Yes you fucking can.” He reached for your face and aggressively open up one of your eyes, grinning when your pupils expanded at the sight of his face. Sweat, perverted eyes, wobbly lips, sharply inhaled chest that his ribs were exposed, you were devastatingly attracted to this ugly version of him.
There he was, your dirty man; all rugged for your taste and all energised for the next taster. Trevor ensured you were to keep your eyes open before glancing down, his briefs hanging around his thin waist, tugging it further down until the happy-trail trickled towards the V-line, then hitting the sight of his touch-starved cock that was caked in god-knows how much sweat. It trembled when the dim light of his night-lamp stared it down, showing off the ugliness and divine ravenous.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, beastly needing the Devil’s touch.
Trevor whimpered and lined his cock against your loose pussy, his thumb remaining tightly against your clit to keep you actively pleasured. Inhaling the last freedom of oxygen, he pushed inwards and took control. You both moaned at the intense gratification and fulfilment.
“Mhm… Yeah, that’s right,” He breathed when thrusting, his sweat being used as lube, “God, I fucking love you!”
You were being rattled relentlessly against the mattress as your back was inhumanly stuck to the material with nothing but pure sweat. His hands gripped your thighs and kept it wide apart when rocking in and out of your pussy, ignoring how frantically they were shaking. It made your head toss and turn to try and express this unnatural wave of euphoria.
Trevor chewed his bottom lip and adjusted himself onto his knees, leaning forward, lifting your legs up, the access to your sex getting bigger and the deeper he gets to fuck you. His hair was coiled in every direction despite the thinness after it was beyond bewildered by the caking of lather. It would occasionally drool down his face and drip onto your naked skin, his own fluids from the flesh of his body warming you up while he’s inside you – how dirty and filthy – how you are bonding and loving it like a Heavan in disguise.
“Trevor! Harder!” You unconsciously whined.
He shakingly gritted his teeth and slammed his hips wildly, “Shut –“ His voice lowered, “– the fuck up, baby. Fuck!”
“Please!”
The witch-craft – or as for now, bitch-craft – of your weak voice made him stammer forwards even more, his cock rapidly beating you to a pulp, just like you wanted.
You grabbed onto his shoulders and panted while he dismantled you like a doll. The sweat becoming equally as arousing, unlike before. He was taking great care of your pussy by demolishing it. So sweet and exasperating, a last blow threw you downhill and you gave him a high-pitched moan. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”
“Cum for… Fuck… FUCK!” Trevor aimed to command you but it backfired as he could barely hold himself hostage. So in a haze of immense desire, he pressed his wrenched forehead against yours and memorised this moment before the urge to cum was threatening to follow.
“Ah! Oh! Ohh…” A hurtful whimper lasted for seconds as your whole tummy went into a series of spasms, cum squirting out, painting his cock which was flooded with more warmth and more wetness than it already was. Trevor kept on fucking you through the orgasm and moaned your name repetitively, staring at you through his eyebrows as sweat dripped off his skin and onto your cheek like a dog drooling from it’s mouth.
Your face scrunched up and your climax met with his, a sudden blow of fluids attacking your pussy and deeper. He threw his head back and shouted. “FUCK! YES!”
The bed stopped creaking and shaking when he collapsed onto you. His face buried itself in the crook of your damp neck and his cock stayed inside you while it shook off the rest of his cum. The only sound was the shared breathing between you both that was as familiar as a wolf feasting its prey.
“Yeah…” He murmured suddenly, hands hugging your curves and more of his body weight pressing against you.
Rubbing his back, you whispered, “That felt so good…”
Trevor didn’t respond and closed his eyes. You were left comforting his tired body as he finally fell asleep, probably sleeping for the next 12 hours and caging you under his weight, making you roll your eyes but smile.
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hi hiii ! hope ur doing well 🩷 i have a request for u if u'd like ! im curious to know how u think trevor would be with an s/o who is very quiet/shy/anxious? could be a headcanon list or a short fic or whatever u want ! no pressure and no rush ofc 🩷
Thank you so much for the request! Hope you are doing good as well :))
Headcanons: Trevor with a shy/anxious partner
TW: Drugs and violence mentioning
- He would take it personally at first, feeling that you think you’re better than him
- Really, that’s just because he’s never been shy himself so it doesn’t make sense in his head
- Once he realizes it’s not just a reaction to him and that’s just who you are, he’s way more understanding and respectful about it
- Essentially, it stops being a point of tension anymore
- He gets really happy once you start talking more and more, opening up to him as you get comfortable
- He sees it as his success
- If anyone is mean or even just says something teasing to you about your shyness like “cat got your tongue” or “wow, you talk so much I can’t even get a word in” Trevor will take offense and will start a fight over it on your behalf
- Sometimes the fights end in someone being dead and you being a bit mortified to say the least
- You’re used to people’s reactions about you being shy, it’s at most a bit annoying, but for Trevor it’s extremely disrespectful and makes him see red
- He makes sure your voice and opinions are heard even if he has to say them louder and with more force, getting mad that others aren’t listening close enough or at all
- For example, if you say something and no one pays attention, he’s going to yell at everyone to “shut the fuck up” and that “y/n just said *insert comment you made* but you fucks are too busy being pricks to hear them”
- His reactions might make things worse or embarrass you, but he’s honestly just trying to be helpful
- It would piss him off seeing how often you get pushed around and overlooked due to your shyness and anxiety. He never really experienced that and hates that you deal with it all the time, so he’s going to do everything he can to prevent it
- He always makes sure you’re comfortable and not overly shy or anxious
- If you do become anxious, he’s more than happy to go somewhere quiet with just the two of you to help you calm down
- He prefers your company over everyone else’s anyways
- He’s constantly checking on you and giving you support, even if it’s just him wrapping an arm around you, he always does something to keep you comfortable
- He likes talking and since you’re quiet, it works pretty well. You can listen to his ramblings and enjoy doing so
- He draws attention to himself and therefore to you, so you will likely fight about that. If you bring it up he will take it personal, like you’re embarrassed by him
- His lewdness and worshiping towards you is going to make you blush and feel awkward at first, but after a while it’s one of your favorite things he does
- If you bring up anything the helps you become less shy and anxious he’s going to make a note of it and have it in his mental or physical toolkit when you’re around
-He will probably offer you drugs to stop the anxiety, not realizing it would just make things worse
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ok i've been chipping away at this Thing for a long time and i think it's finally ready to be vomitted out into the internet. without further ado, here is my
Stupid-Long List of Trevor Headcanons
divided into chronological sections !
((the NSFW shit is hiding at the bottom))
CW's for: mentions of drugs/alcohol, addiction, cannibalism, violence, gross sex stuff. typical Trevor things
and heres a gif of him cuz ig thats the tumblr thing to do idk i never made one of these lists b4 :x
the past
• he's a scorpio and the reason he has a scorpion tat on his hand is bc he's like. very mildly into horoscopes. he was born some time in november
• he doesn't have a middle name cuz his mom didn't give enough of a shit to give him one
• despite playing hockey and golf as a kid, he was never really that into the sports themselves. he only did hockey because he saw it as a way to beat up other children and not get reprimanded for it, and he did both in the hopes of being good enough at something to earn his mother's praise for once (it did not work :()
• hates his dad bc of how he treated his mom and is glad he abandoned him at that shopping mall when he was a kid
• he (w/ Brad's help) would play "pranks" on (aka BULLY) poor Lester during the north yankton days. some fav pastimes included (but were not limited to): pantsing him, hiding his walking cane, and replacing his asthma medication with laughing gas
• was highkey jealous of how easy Michael could get girls during the north yankton days. when he actually was able to convince a girl to come back home with him, he would make sure to be loud as hell about it so that Mike would know he wasn't the only one getting chicks
• all of his hand tats and a lot of his other tats were done in prison, even tho he was only in for like 6 months
• prison was a mixed bag for him. on one hand, anal. on the other, having to restrain himself from arguments and physical altercations so he could get out early on good behavior
• went thru a breakdancing phase in the 90's (i THINK this one might be canon. idk. could've sworn i've heard him try to tell Lamar this in an attempt to impress him. pls feel free to prove me wrong or right)
• one of the scars on his eyebrows is actually the result of getting a fresh eyebrow piercing ripped tf out during a barfight in the 00's. prob for the best that it was cuz we all know that shit wouldve ended up getting infected and rejecting out of his face anyways
• he moved to Sandy Shores not just because it's nice and isolated, but because it was the place most opposite of north yankton he could think of. never any snow. he absolutely fucking hates cold weather and snow because it reminds him of a certain bank heist that happened in '04
• between Ron, Chef, and Wade, Chef was the first one he met after moving to Sandy Shores. they used to cook meth together in a trailer out in the desert (another one that i THINK is canon but im not sure idk. it all blurs together, idk whats canon and whats not anymore, my brain is too rotted from spinning Trevor around in it like the world's most dried out little shriveled husk of a rotisserie chicken for the past three years, the fog is coming, yk how it is)
• he acquired Liquor Ace the same way he "acquired" the Vanilla Unicorn. the previous owner just mysteriously disappeared one day. nobody in Sandy Shores cared tho once word got around that the new owner was gonna start cooking crystal in the upstairs and selling it
• yk how in the game he said that his heart momentarily stopped once cuz he put an axe thru a power cable? he did that cuz the power had gone out in the middle of him watching an Impotent Rage episode he hadn't seen yet. for some reason (was prob very high and very angry) he thought that he could bring the power back by hitting the sparking wire with an axe. it didnt work. he smelled like overcooked bacon for a week afterwards. he enjoyed that part tho
the present
• he makes Ron cut his hair with a pair of rusty kitchen scissors when he needs a trim. he used to go to the nice barber lady in Sandy Shores but got banned after loudly moaning about how good her nails felt on his scalp once
• once smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale. Wade witnessed this and found it extremely impressive
• he'll eat pretty much anything but he especially likes foods with strong flavors. salty, sour, super sweet, spicy, etc cuz his taste buds are SHOT from the years of smoking/drug abuse. he abuses condiments, especially hot sauce
• thinks that any restaurant that doesn't have a drive-thru is a "fancy" restaurant
• LOVES candy cuz the meth has given him a major sweet tooth, but prefers anything with chocolate over fruity/gummy candies
• has a weird fascination with eating raw meat.....of any kind. except for sushi. he thinks sushi is "fancy prissy city people food"
• also has a weird fascination with making stews/soups similar to the eyelid one that he tries to feed Michael in that one cutscene. it's the only type of food he knows how to cook. may be a comfort thing for him because microwaving a bowl of canned soup was the most effort his mother ever put into making a meal for him when he was a kid. and she did it like, twice, maybe. he for sure remembers both times very clearly tho and considers them to be some of his fondest memories
• will go for days without eating anything solid before finally sitting down and consuming enough food to feed a family of 5. sometimes he just like. forgets that eating is necessary for survival
• can open beer bottles with his teeth. between that and the meth habit, its an absolute miracle he still has all his teeth
• go-to pizza order is a large meat lover's. he tries to make vaguely sexual passes about "loving large meat" at the poor pizza delivery guys every time he orders delivery. does not tip, but will say shit like "hey, if you come inside i've got a little tip for ya" while the delivery guy quickly vacates the premises
• honestly? i think there is a good 50/50 chance on whether or not he is ACTUALLY a cannibal. maybe he posters as one cuz he likes the reactions it incites, maybe he genuinely enjoys the psychosexual intimacy of consuming the flesh of another human being........ who knows !! not knowing is half the fun :)
• ok ok hear me out u know that stupid tiktok sound that was going around a couple years ago that goes "hi my name is carmen winstead -- HAAAAAHHHGGCHH" ??? look it up if u don't cuz that's what his snoring sounds like. the fucking "HAAAAAHHHGGCHH"
• once he's asleep he is out like a fucking light. guy could sleep thru nuclear war
• is not opposed to drinking hand sanitizer when out of other sources of alcohol. it tastes just like the shitty moonshine Ron makes in his backyard anyways and gets him even drunker so why not !
• hates horror films bc they make him angry. at least, any of the ones where somebody survives at the end. thinks the murderers in them are stupid. starts yelling shit at the TV like "HE'S GETTING AWAY YOU STUPID FUCK,, WHAT ARE YOU DOING !!!!"
• believes baby pink and orange are "his colors"
• will sit on his sofa or bed and try to shoot any cockroaches scurrying around his place with a pistol for funsies when bored sometimes
• enjoys playing darts at the Yellow Jack with anyone who'll play him but absolutely fucking sucks at it cuz of his shaky hands. accidentally threw a dart into another bar patron's head once. will rage and insist his opponent cheated when he loses. will then get physical if anyone tries to tell him its impossible to cheat at darts. is much less of a sore loser when playing with Mike, Frank, or Lamar tho he will still grumble about losing for up to hours on end afterwards
• is an illegal immigrant bc he never became a US citizen. does not own an actual ID, but has several fakes lying around, all with fake birth dates and fake names that are wildly varying levels of believable
• will absolutely flip his fucking lid if Wade comes around him while wearing Juggalo face paint
• speaking of Wade. yk how he has a shitty tattoo of his own name on his arm? (at least i think he does. i tried looking to see if he does and i couldnt tell so now im unsure if thats just yet another detail that my brain completely made up or smth that i actually saw). ANYWAYS, Trevor gave it to him (stick n poke. it was a longggg process but Wade didnt mind too much cuz he was high at the time and consented to it beforehands anyways) when Trevor first "took him in" cuz he kept forgetting his name and got tired of referring to him as "Hey, you" (which Wade did not respond to most of the time anyways)
• is an ugly crier. like, a butt-ugly crier. snot, drooling, wailing, red face, the whole nine yards and he is loud as hell about it too
• loves back rubs cuz ofc he does he's an old man. often makes Ron or Wade give him massages
• his boomer-ass super-zoomed-in LifeInvader profile pic was taken by Ron. it took them a dozen tries before they got it
nsfw
• he sucks at eating out.........kinda? but what he lacks in precision and consistency he makes up for with sheer (sloppy. slobbery) passion. and endurance. can stay down there (and will, if you let him) for hours
• is not much better at blowing. "accidentally" uses too much teeth every time
• ~4 inches. MAYBE 4.5. good girth tho. not cut
• has a thing for chubby/thicc ppl
• is a biter and won't ask before biting so uhh watch out ! part of the reason for the above is bc there's more to bite
• loooooves loves loves to suck on things. fingers, necks, tits, dicks, anything. also looooooves having it reciprocated. particularly likes shoving his fingers in your mouth
• loves to involve mouths as much as possible. spitting/being spat on, the aforementioned biting as well as being bitten, eating food off of your body or having food eaten off of him, the type of makeout sessions that involve shoving each other's tongues down each other's throats.. anything that involves mouths and/or the motions of eating drives him fucking wild
• will beg you even when not explicitly told to when he's not feeling dominant. will beg and beg and beg and beg and it's hot but can also quickly become incredibly annoying
• but he LOVES to be annoying on purpose too. via the begging, or by teasing/edging, mocking, etc. loves to get a rise out of you and loves the attention (even if negative.. ESPECIALLY if negative) it gets him
• occasionally cries after sex. will expect you to hold him while he does. will start to angry cry and say you don't actually love him if you refuse
• now ik this one is nothing groundbreaking and seems to already be the general consensus amongst the Trevor enjoyers but im gonna say it anyways. he def has a thing for public/semi-public sex. be careful about sitting next to him while in any public space. he WILL try to touch on you and it WILL be in a way that makes it obvious to everyone in the immediate vicinity what's going on. does he do it on purpose as an exhibition thing? maybe...... does he genuinely think he's being slick about it? also maybe. if ur with him, expect to be banned from multiple establishments
• lowkey has a breeding kink in the sense that he loves to finish inside (not just bc it feels nice but also bc of the intimacy of it) and thinks that pregnant women are hot as hell
• is most likely infertile due to the years of meth use tho
• loves to both overstimulate and be overstimulated. just bc you've both climaxed doesnt mean he wont keep going for god-knows-how-long
..................andd that's all she (i) wrote. ty for reading !! i've got more shit to say about Trevor cuz ofc i do but this is already like 2k words so if u wanna hear my headcanons on anything specific at all,, pls do throw it in my ask box ! <33
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is it possible to either request a fic or hc whatever you feel like doing of trevor?
something kind of like that college request with love sick smitten nauseating trevor and his sweet little girlfriend who walks in to them planning a heist. she knows what he does but she doesn’t want a part of it and neither does trevor but she still supports him. he does anything in his power to keep her out of it. but does he get turned on seeing her hold his gun? yes. will he eventually try to get her warmed up to straddling him with a gun pointed at his neck while she rides him? absolutely.
but putting her in danger is something that makes him physically sick. maybe during the heist she somehow ends up in crosshairs, similar to what trevor did in north yankton when he put that gun to the woman’s head “if you move i’ll shoot her brains out”
but trevor just sees red like his special ability. killing anyone who angers or threatens his baby.
HI literally making me absolutely feral i hope you enjoy <3 <3 Trevor you're such a real one
tw for guns, violence, vague sexual descriptions, typical trevor stuff
Trevor fell in love with you because of your innocence. All the girls who loved him where like him, something similar in their hard gaze, the smell of alcohol on their breath. Not you. You were different.
he swore it was a good thing, he promised Ron and Wade that you were happy with him.
they never believed him. it was hard to believe Trevor on a good day
but they could see from the way you were with him that he was telling the truth. You would sit in his trailer, gently cleaning up without being invasive, laugh at his dumb jokes, call him cute. There is no one someone who didn't love Trevor would do all that
He was nauseating about you. He talked about you all the time, bragged endlessly, always had your name on the tip of his tongue.
"Yeah, I brought her out to dinner last night. She tried to drink me under the table but I had to bring her home," he would say, with heart eyes.
"She didn't make me take down my posters. Would Amanda do that for you Michael?"
"We had lots of fun yesterday. Don't worry Ron, I cleaned the couch. "
He loved that he had something in his life no one else did. You were his unicorn.
Obviously spending so much time with Trevor, it was easy to know what he did for a living. He didn't like to hide anything from you and he didn't like to hide his job in general
Trust that he would be honest about everything. Down to the last penny, he would tell you what he did and why he did it (even if his reasonings were always a little skewed)
You didn't want anything to do with it. You had no interest in going to jail and he perfectly respected and appreciated that. He liked having someone on the outside anyway
Plus, you were the person he could go to outside of all of that. He had plenty of friends in the business, he wanted something that was normal and just for him
that being said
Trevor does love a little bit of corruption. He has never said no to taking you out shooting.
"Just...like that," he muttered. He had his hands on top of yours, his body pressed against your back. You had one eye closed like it would help you aim the gun in your hand. You starred at the beer can on the stump, breathing in and out evenly, just like he had taught you. "Whenever you're ready doll."
You pulled the trigger. Your ears rang out. Trevor didn't believe in ear protection (or any protection for that matter). You missed, just barely.
"Am I getting better?" you asked, hopelessly. You had asked him to teach you to use a gun just in case someone came home while he wasn't there. He agreed. You needed to know how to defend yourself.
"Oh so good. Honestly better than most of the men I've worked with." He loved seeing a gun in your hand. He loved when you brandished it, talking like it wasn't a fully loaded weapon in your hand. He liked when it got a little close to him, making him twitch a bit.
But that's a whole different battle.
Other than that, you avoided all of his lifestyle things. No heists, no ride alongs. He wanted you as safe as humanly possible.
Naturally, if you were around, you were bound to walk into a heist planning without meaning to. You didn't recognize the concentrated look on Trevor's face as he starred at the wall, full of papers and lines and pictures. You had just been grabbing some groceries before coming back to Wade's cousins.
Michael Townley was there, his eyes trained on the wall as well.
"He's no good. We need someone who's done this before Trevor," Michael was saying. You slowly closed the door, approaching the wall. Trevor was sitting on the arm of the couch.
"And Frank is? I mean, I like the kid, don't get me wrong. But can he handle all that?" Trevor's sounded unenthused. He turned to look at Michael and saw you standing behind him, grocery bags in your hand. He stood up quickly. His sudden movements caused Michael to turn around. "Hey baby. You're back early."
"The other store I wanted to go to was closed," you explained. "What's all this?" You asked even though you knew the answer.
"Nothin'," he promised, approaching you. He grabbed a bag from your hand. "You grab beer?"
"Course."
"Atta girl." He helped you put things down on the kitchen counter. Michael gave you a nod in acknowledgment. You returned it with a thin lipped smile.
"Are you guys planning a heist?"
"No need to worry about that dollface," Trevor said. "We can finish this up later." He turned to look at Michael, eyes like daggers, daring him to defy. Michael nodded once. He knew what it was like to want to keep someone out of the danger.
"Yeah, no problem."
but the information stayed up there. You could look at it while you watched the TV, making sense of the ramblings. They'd be down by the docks.
Trevor ignored any questions you asked about it. You didn't want to know, he knew that. You were just curious.
The day of, he planned a full day. Heist at 9, lunch with you at 1. You would come grab him from a safe point, he made sure of it.
Then things went array. His timing had never been great and honestly, he probably should have made sure the safe point was completely safe. It was the exit area, the place where everyone was supposed to meet up when things went well. Everyone showed, all the goods were there...
they were followed
You were already there, waiting with your car, sitting on your phone
You saw everyone rolling up, tires screeching and people running
Guns were going off. You ducked your head below your steering wheel and freaked out silently
Someone was running towards the car, grabbing your drivers door, opening it up because you didn't bother leaving it locked. You didn't even think
Someone pulled you out of the car, tossing you on the ground. You saw little to nothing for a moment, eyes blacking out as you looked around the soon to be chaos
You stood up shakily and saw the man who had pushed you down. Someone completely foreign and honestly scary looking. The second you registered his face, it had been blasted off.
You screamed, almost falling over and scampering away
Someone had grabbed your arm, keeping you up
"Right here doll."
You knew the voice well and almost melted into Trevor's touch, a heavy sigh of relief leaving your lips. Even if everyone was still shooting, you were safe with Trevor. He'd never let anything happen to you.
He dragged out of the fire and placed you carefully behind a car.
"Stay here till I get you." He gave you a gun and said nothing else until he had turned around.
You peaked over the car. There were dozens of men pointing a gun at him. He looked untouchable, guns in both hands, face hard, eyes red.
"Now who wants to fucking try it? Huh?"
You had never seem him move so efficiently. It was like he couldn't get hurt at all. His vision had slowed and everything in his way was gone.
He didn't stop until the very last man was under his boot and a gun was through their temple.
Then he ignored all of his comrades to run to you, skidding on his knees to make sure you were alright.
"You alright baby? They hurt you? I'm so sorry you had to be here."
His voice was rushed and honest. He had you in his arms, breathing harshly. You held him tightly against you, breathing in the smell of his shitty cologne. You had never been so happy to see him.
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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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hiiii will you do something abt trevor with an autistic s/o? sorry if you don't know anything abt the autism community, i am just autistic and in need of Trevor content to fuel my undying love for this stinky bastard
Hii, of course! I will say that I'm not overly aware of what sort of characteristics and mannerisms come with having autism so I do apologise if this is not accurate. These are some headcanons for now and if there's anything specific you want me to add in or change then let me know! Again, this is pure shite but happy reading<3
𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾 𝙎/𝙊
Trevor would be extremely attentive to any needs you had
He'd have a box specifically for you that would be filled to the brim with any necessities like stim toys
Anything you want, he'll have in that box
If not, expect him to rush out to go and get it for you
No matter what the time is or what he's doing
He loves you so much
If you're living with him then you'd have already met Ron and Wade
And you get on amazingly
If Trevor's out on one of his little ventures then one of them would come by the trailer and hang out with you
Ron would probably go on a massive rant about how he can't understand how you manage to calm Trevor the fuck down
And Wade would either be watching cartoons or make light hearted comments here and there
If you don't live in the trailer (...yet)
Then he'd introduce you to Ron first since he's slightly quieter
And Wade is quite loud
He wouldn't want to overwhelm you so he'd introduce you gradually
I think he may be hesitant to introduce you to Michael because of the chaotic relationship they have
But you're his partner
And he's his best friend
So he would want you to meet him at some point
Only when you're ready though because it will be a lot
When you finally meet Michael, it went well better than expected
A little awkward at first but Michael thought you brought out the 'best' in Trevor
Or at least what is considered Trevors best
Trevor's extremely happy that you get on with his friends
But he still stays there with you so you've still got him to keep you grounded
Will ALWAYS hold your hand in public and has a little hand-squeeze system where you can let him know if you're feeling anxious
Just an overall teddy bear for you<3
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Trevor with a Quiet Reader
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 208 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad
Warning: drugs mentioned
Trevor hates not being answered. However, when he learned it's how you are, he was a lot nicer about it.
He'd give you his number if you prefer texting, he'd give you a notebook if you prefer writing, anyway that you preferred to communicate in.
If you were soft-spoken and immediately stopped talking once someone accidentally spoke over you. He would immediately get onto the person who was talking and tell them that you were speaking.
If you were uncomfortable in social situations and talking in front of people, he would pull you away so you could speak to him alone.
He just wants you to be safe and comfortable.
No one else may be able to hear you, but Trevor does, or he will be the first to notice when you are about to speak. He pays very close attention to your habits and behaviors.
If your lack of speaking is because of anxiety, he will recommend various drugs to help. If you decline the offer, he will just try to help you manage it in any way that he can.
He would also tone down his behavior or be less erratic when around you, if he is the reason you act the way that you do.
© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!
#grand theft 5#grand theft auto#grand theft auto v#gta v trevor#gta x reader#gta imagine#gta headcanons#trevor philips#trevor x reader#trevor philips x reader#trevor philips headcanons#trevor philips imagine
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Gary's Dad
they're fucking related
I was playing GTA5 earlier and Trevor literally called Michael a moron, in the EXACT same tone!
sleep paralysis demon 3 am challenge where theyre at the foot of your bed and chanting moron at you
#bully scholarship edition#bully canis canem edit#bully game#bully rockstar#canis canem edit#jimmy hopkins#gary smith#bully fanart#pete kowalski#bully headcanons#trevor philips#gta5#trevor gta
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The Holy Trinity in love with the same girl [Headcanon]
Pairing: Michael De Santa x Reader, Trevor Phillips x Reader, Franklin Clinton x Reader
Characters: Michael De Santa, Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader[Female or Gender Neutral]
Summary: Where Michael Trevor and Franklin are in love with you![Anon Request]
AN: I also wrote how the three would know about the other liking the reader
Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts
Do not repost
You are the enigmatic crew member, a highly skilled hacker who plays a crucial role in their criminal endeavors. Lester was amazed by your work and took you under the wing where you met Michael Trevor and Franklin Your intelligence and proficiency in navigating the digital underworld make you an invaluable asset to the team.
Michael’s Perspective:
Michael is drawn to your hacking skills. He sees you as a way out of the criminal world, someone who can help him find redemption. He admires your intellect and dreams of a life beyond the chaos of crime with you.
Trevor’s Perspective:
Trevor is infatuated with your fearless nature, especially when you're hacking into secure systems. He's intrigued by your ability to match his brand of insanity, and he considers you a kindred spirit. His obsession with you both excites and terrifies him.
Franklin’s Perspective:
Franklin is captivated by your charm, wit, and cool-headed approach to hacking in dangerous situations. He envisions a more stable and secure life with you, far removed from the chaos of the criminal world
You, however, keep your emotions and true motivations closely guarded. You use your allure and hacking skills to manipulate the trio to serve your hidden agenda, the nature of which remains a well-guarded secret. This love triangle adds complexity and tension to their criminal activities, making their adventures even more unpredictable as they navigate the treacherous criminal underworld, both in the real world and the digital one.
When Michael, Trevor, and Franklin all come to realize they are in love with you, it would likely lead to a complex and emotionally charged situation. Here's how they might react:
Michael's Reaction:
Michael, the more rational and calculating of the three, would initially try to keep his feelings hidden. He might feel conflicted about pursuing a romantic relationship with you, as he is also driven by his desire to escape the criminal life. He could become withdrawn and contemplative, trying to find a way to balance his love for the reader with his longing for a peaceful life. As the situation unfolds, he might try to maintain a friendship with you while struggling with his own emotions.
Trevor's Reaction:
Trevor, the impulsive and erratic member of the group, would likely react explosively. Learning that both Michael and Franklin have feelings for you would send him into a fit of jealousy and rage. He may confront the other two, leading to confrontations and potentially dangerous situations. Trevor's obsession with you could intensify, making him unpredictable and potentially reckless.
Franklin's Reaction:
Franklin, the younger and more idealistic member of the group, might initially feel guilt and insecurity upon discovering that Michael and Trevor also love you. He may worry that he's not a suitable match for her compared to the older and more experienced Michael or the wild and unpredictable Trevor. However, he could also become more determined to prove himself and win your affection.
The love triangle would create tension and conflict within the group, possibly affecting their working dynamic and leading to emotional outbursts. The reader's feelings and choices would play a crucial role in how this situation unfolds, and her decision could have significant consequences for the group's relationships and criminal endeavors.
#michael de santa#trevor philips#franklin clinton#gta 5#gta#michael townley#michael de santa x reader#trevor philips x reader#franklin clinton x reader#the unholy trinity#gta v#grand theft auto v#grand theft 5#reader insert#gta 5 x reader#headcanon
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WIP of the three at the beach for summer ⛱️
#fanart#my art#michael de santa#gta#gta v headcanons#trevor philips#gta v#trevor phillips#franklin clinton#grand theft auto#grand theft auto 5#grand theft auto v#rockstar games#art wip#current wip#work in progress#artists on tumblr#digital art#trikey
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GTA Protagonists x Reader Scenarios - Spending Halloween With Them
TW: Language, suggestive ending
Claude
Halloween isn't his favorite holiday, but will have lots of fun in decorating the house, eating sweets and bingewatching movies with you anyway.
Tommy
Likes watching classic 80s horror movies with you and dressing up as the villains from those movies.
"Trick or treat motherfuckers!"
Carl
He doesn't care how old you both are, he'll happily go trick or treating with you. He'll refuse to go dressed as a ghost, vampire etc though, as he thinks they are "too generic and unoriginal".
You: "What will you dress up as then?"
CJ: "A Ballas member. Nothing is nastier than them"
Toni
He'll go trick or treating with you, dressed up as a bloodstained killer butcher.
You: "Er, interesting choice, but why?..."
Toni: "Trust me, you don't wanna know"
Victor
Will surprise you with a pumpkin pie with cute spider decorations.
"Thought it would be a nice Halloween treat, darling"
Niko
He personally never really cared about Halloween, but definitely won't say no to candy corn! Also expect Roman, Mallorie and Brucie to come visit, all dressed up in various wacky costumes.
"Well, at least it's nice here with you guys"
Johnny
For him this day is more like an excuse to wear vampire fangs (he secretly has a thing for vampires).
"Damn you look hot, can you keep those on next month too? Or even better, forever?"
Luis
Will make his club serve pumpkin flavored cocktails to celebrate.
"Come over here and have a taste Y/N! It's free for you, like always"
Huang
Will buy more candy than usual during october. He says it's in order to ensure they have a good stock of them for october 31th, but you know it's just an excuse. Will wake up feeling sick on november 1st.
You: "I told you to not eat so much candy Huang!"
Huang: "Urgh, it's not the candy Y/N, it's... something that's not the candy, okay?!"
Franklin
He'll just chill with you and watch horror movies together.
"Alright let's do this, gotta use my Vinewood+ subscription somehow!"
Michael
Similarly to Franklin, he will (DEFINITELY) watch horror movies with you, but only the older ones.
"Ahhh, the old classics, the newer ones focus too much on jumpscares and gore"
Trevor
Loves Halloween, its spooky and gritty atmosphere, and will carve pumpkins with you already by september 1st. Just don't ask him why do those pumpkins have "questionable" holes.
"It's called a pumpkink sweetcheeks"
#grandtheftspooks#gta x reader#claude speed x reader#tommy vercetti x reader#carl johnson x reader#toni cipriani x reader#victor vance x reader#niko bellic x reader#johnny klebitz x reader#luis lopez x reader#huang lee x reader#franklin clinton x reader#michael de santa x reader#trevor philips x reader#gta scenarios#gta headcanons
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Could you make headcanons with clingy Trevor??
HEADCANONS: Clingy Trevor
-He’s a very intense man. Something simple can make him act up, like not making eye-contact when he’s talking to you. He likes seeing the way you’d stare at him, so whenever you made no effort to form this non-verbal connection, he’ll assume you hate him. Would constantly ask “why aren’t you looking at me?” and “Am I really that disgusting to you?”
-Your hand needs to be in his 24/7. No excuse. Sweat? He doesn’t care. You need to do something? He’s coming to. You want time alone? “You hate me”
-Will listen to everything you have to say. Whether it’s something about him or the relationship, or about Janus from the bar. Trevor needs to know what’s gotten you so happy and grumpy, or he’ll assume you’re losing faith in him.
-I don’t care what you people say – HE WILL STALK. He’s a stalker, it’s canon. Trevor WILL stalk you. You may be out with your friends, at work, in the gym, at a fast-food place. He’s there, in his truck, a distance away, WATCHING.
-Expect sex every day.
-Trevor needs physical contact to live.
-He can’t eat or sleep alone once you’re around. And for whatever reason you aren’t? Dick pictures 24/7, and spam calls of him getting angry over your absence.
#trevor philips#grand theft auto 5#gta v#grand theft 5#grand theft auto#gta 5#trevor gta#grand theft auto v#trevor philips/reader#trevor philips x reader#gta v trevor#trevor philips fanfiction#trevor philips headcanons#trevor philips/you#trevorphilips#my headcanons#headcanons#requests#thank you!
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QUICK! SOMEONE DRAW TREVOR IN THESE OUTFITS I MADE
(Tag me and/or reblog this with ur attempt pls pls pls xx)
#him in these would be so good istg#I hc that my oc Carmen dressed him in these for fun and he actually wore them bc they are lovers and he loves her#😌#gta#grand theft auto#gta v#grand theft auto v#trevor philips#trevor#trevorphilips#trevor phillips#gta trevor#gta v trevor#gta 5#trevor philips headcanons#cafa#cafa oc
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NSFW headcanons with a goth reader and North Yankton Trevor??
(Highly specific so you can ignore this if you want lol)
oooh i'd be more than happy to 🖤!!
pairing: fem reader/Trevor
summary: some nsfw headcanons about North Yankton era Trevvy w/ a goth Reader
cw's: shmut
wordcount: 457
• he’ll ask you to give him a makeup look like you usually wear for funsies (currently dying inside imagining him in a full face of like. trad goth makeup LMAO). though he is interested in the whole goth thing (because he considers himself very counterculture and also was big into the punk scene when he was younger and some goth subsections are…punk–adjacent….??) there’ll be an ulterior motive for asking you to do his makeup tho: CLOSE physical contact. eye contact. palpable tension…… before you’ve even gotten the first layer of eyeshadow on him, he's smashing his mouth against yours.
• he'll regularly ask him to do his makeup, not just because of the makeup-to-eating-face pipeline but also cuz we all know trevor isn't afraid to explore a more feminine aesthetic. and of course how could you deny him?? like i'm thinking about it rn and i have decided he would be hot as hell with some eyeliner. imagine that shit getting sweated off during some intense fucking. good lord
• Things will start to mysteriously go missing from your wardrobe… a pair of fishnets here, a garterbelt there. you’ll chalk it up to them getting lost in whatever vortex it is that missing socks go to and never return from. until one day, Trevor comes over with a “surprise.” you have no idea what this surprise is because he’s shown up emptyhanded. but then when you two go to the bedroom, you find out that underneath his winter jacket and dirty jeans he’s wearing your “missing” panties, fishnets, bra, and garterbelt. depending on your reaction, he’ll play this game again over and over. TREVOR. IN. LACY BLACK. LINGERIE. >>>>>>>>>
• if you ask him to go out to a goth club with you, he definitely will. he might make some other patrons angry with some offhand comments (“I’ve never seen so many corpses at once”......”Hey, Dracula! If you want some sucky–sucky later, come find me”). but it’ll be fun. after several drinks, he’ll pull you into a booth in the darkest corner of the club and start to feel you up. muttering drunkenly in your ear that you’re the hottest thing in this club as his hand inches up your thigh and his other grabs at your tit. of course, the two of you will get tossed out when you start fondling him back and he starts making those loud, about-to-cum-in-his pants sounds. he might start something with the security (“Hey, hey, what’s the big fucking problem?! I thought freaks were welcome here!”). queu a desperate quickie in your car in the parking lot directly afterwards that’ll leave your makeup running and your favorite top ripped to shreds and the backseat of slick with sweat and cum
#TY FOR THE REQUEST 🫶🫶 always love ur prompts#requests#trevor philips#trevor philipsxreader#trevor philips/reader#trevor philips headcanons
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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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Seen some GTAV headcanons which encouraged me to post some of mine
-Trevor has absolutely awful eating habits. No regular meals, if any, since he often forgets about eating when he's high. Never goes groceries shopping, except for stuff that can be heated in a microwave. Often opts for takeaway food. Still knows how many calories a chocolate bar has
-Michael makes sure the doors are locked and the security system is working each day before he goes to bed
-Michael drinks his coffee with milk and sugar, Trevor prefers his black. Franklin doesn't like coffee. He prefers energy drinks
-Franklin buys a new smartphone regularly, Michael after warranty has expired, Trevor only when his old one is not working anymore
- Michael is a baptised Roman Catholic and has Irish ancestors (came to my mind upon seeing his tattoo options)
-Trevor is quite a good singer with a surprisingly good singing voice but he rarely ever sings
-Trevor still has his old leather jacket with the numerous of patches from his favorite bands, from the time he was a punk rocker. He relied heavily on music during his teenage years
-Tried to learn how to play the guitar but ended up smashing the instruments out of rage for not being able to learn fast
-There's literally not one dog in the world that doesn't like Franklin
-Franklin will stop doing drugs completely once he's a father
-And he's going to be a good dad, genuinely loves his kids, teaches them countless valuable life lessons and does absolutely not want to be like his parents or worse, the De Santas
-Denise gets to be the children's godmother regardless of her strained relationship with Franklin, and they grow closer again, working out stuff
-Lamar was a bully at school
-Amanda fucked one of Tracey's boyfriends once
-And she often fakes orgasms when sleeping with Michael 👀 of course he's absolutely oblivious to that, too distracted by his massive ego bc of what a stallion he appears to be 😬
-Trevor LOVES breakfast cereals (bc he probably never was allowed to eat them when he was a child)
-And yes he used those dildos on himself you can see in Debra's apartment
-Jimmy sells Tracey's worn underwear for easy and quick money
-The De Santa family once had a rather young, pretty housemaid. Amanda kicked her out. Guess why
-same goes of their old gardener but reversed roles
-Amanda has shouted one of her lover's names while having sex with Michael at least once
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