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suvidrache · 9 months
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Relationship Headcanons
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 125 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version
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— He would love how nice you are compared to Trevor.
— He wouldn't tell Trevor about you as anyone Wade comes close to dies.
— Unfortunately, Wade isn't very good at keeping secrets.
— He'd try to keep Trevor away from you as much as possible. He doesn't want to share you with him.
— Unfortunately, you might meet Trevor and hopefully, you can stand up to him. Wade wouldn't do anything. He's too afraid something might happen to him or you, or both.
— Wade would frequently buy you gifts just because.
— He likes seeing you happy, and he loves how just him, in general, makes you happy.
— He would talk about you all the time to Ron.
— He would spend more time with you rather than with Trevor.
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puppyeared · 12 days
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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
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whosyourcreepyunclenow · 10 months
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"you're fucking hungry, ain't ya?"
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darling-i-read-it · 10 months
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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
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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.” 
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tapeworrmart · 7 months
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Ruined his nice shirt 💫🚬
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theesasssyunicorn · 6 days
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Leah Williamson x GTA V edit
Please don't repost w/o my permission
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vickdoom · 9 months
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GTA guys if you could excuse their actions.
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marchsfreakshow · 6 months
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Angels Can't Cry Darlin [Trevor Phillips]
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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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pussycattrevor · 26 days
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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!!!!!!
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bedazzledroach · 1 year
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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
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suvidrache · 1 year
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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
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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!
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chelseypprimrose · 9 months
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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 👅👅
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j3st3r-13 · 1 year
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*clears throat*
dad trevor, with the reader being their teen kid (can be fem or neutral doesn't matter)
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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...
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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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darling-i-read-it · 9 months
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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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tapeworrmart · 11 months
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Discount Store cowboy 🦂⭐ (wish there were more western style clothes for Trev)
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