#trevorphilip

[beetleblunt]

trevor

[rreskk]

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.

[chloe12801]

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

[girlsandgta]

i live for these two

[trevorspickuptruck]

“Trevor isn’t gay.”

Also Trevor;

[grandtheftfive]

I love how Steve is stepping in between both M and Frank in this photo he’s like “woah woah woah” 🤣 just makes me laugh so hard

[hwicancallit]

I PLANNED IT SINCE SPRING YEEEEEAH🦅🦅🦅ITS DONE NOW ITS 4;17 AM I DONT WANT RO SLEEP I WANT TRIKEY ❗❗❗❗ FOR MY LUNCH DINNER BREAKFAST 🥞🥞🥞🍳 FUCK MY LEGS I LIKE THIS ART i had ~10 tryes to draw it and the conclusion is not to bad

There is also a speedpaint video on my "for me" channel https://youtu.be/QRS6xwjTwNg?si=mWCMqVxxM9MRm4f9

(a have a two channels on youtube this and Крутой Шипназе 47 one where i post a real made videos and not stuff like on channel under the link)

[titobitex]

anyways

[realcuntsofsuburbia]

i can take it no prep 🪳

[rainon-me]

Stop crying - Trevor philips north Yankton era drabble idk

Warnings - drug use, trauma, death, typical Trevor stuff but make it very sad

''Fuck, careful'' Trevor whispers in hushed tones, the behind of a binco that has stood tall long before the guy in front of him doesn't serve as much shelter from the Canadian autumn. Trevor watches with keen eyes as the younger man fumbles his cold shaky hands to remove the smack from the seran wrap, he ooks at his face to see a hint of fear, trevor smirks. ''you never done this before?'' he quips, the guy steals a glance at Trevor's intimidating stance and turns his attention back to the matter at hand. "couple times, only with my buddy though, this is more his thing than mine.''

Trevor chuckles and shakes his head, ''then why you doing it now?''

''same reason as you,'' he replies, and trevor recoils a little. he takes his hands from his pockets to remove one side of his coat, he doesn't even know who's fucking coat he's wearing, it sure as shit ain't his. He watches with no real attention as the guy, fuck what's his name again? talks about his buddy, about how the first time they shot up it was ''awesome'', how he thinks the last stuff he used wasn't as good so he wanted to try again. Guilt creeps up in his chest, the burning ache rises and trevor suddenly feels the most sober he's felt in the past week, he hates it. blurry fogged up memories come into his mind as the kid yaps away, screaming at Michael, scaring Tracey. Her icy blue eyes filling up with tears, red cheeks as she stood and watched. Fuck.

''gimme that fucking thing.'' trevor bites, snatching it out his hand. he's quick as can be as it all comes back to him, and just as quickly as its there, its gone. and soon trevor's folded over, nose almost touching the ground that's just starting to ice over as evening falls.

''promised 'er i'd never..'' he slurs quietly, ''huh?'' says the kid, feigning inquisitive to please trevor's ego, he doesn't really give a rats. and suddenly, he's gone. More time passes somehow and trevor wakes up cold and sore on a beaten up couch, well, on the side that doesn't have a gaping hole in it. he doesn't recognise where he's awoken, but that's nothing new. he's been waking up in random places since 77'.

he sits up to dry heave, mouth dry and full of ulcers, nails scratching along his skin as he rubs his forehead. And just like always, it all comes back. this time he's greeted with the memory of his mother yelling at him for “scaring” away her new boyfriend, she's crying too, ''they never stay, never stay once they've seen the sad excuse for a son i have moping about the house, oh for christ sake stop crying!'' and maybe it's the comedown, maybe it's tracy's sobs echoing in his ears, or his mothers face as she curled up drunk sobbing on the couch, but trevor cries too. streaks slip down his tired face as fast as he wipes them off, the back of his hands frantically wiping at his cheeks. ''stop crying,'' he whispers, ''stop crying,'' .

he bites his knuckles until it draws blood, clears his throat and stands up in search of more drugs. uneasy feet stumbling around broken floor boards and the occasional unconscious body. the boards on the windows are doing nothing for the mid October cold, and he wraps ''his'' coat around tighter. maybe he should apologise, go back and make things right. he swore he saw a barbie dream house in the store window, the one next to that binco. he'll find a way to sneak that out and give it to her, surely she'll forgive him, she's just a kid. But Michael, fuck Michael and fuck him for saying that. for all of it.

Trevor finds a door at the end of the hall and pushes through with the grace of a bull, seeing that guy again laid on the floor. ''oh shit it's you again, hey look you got anymore? i just need a lit-'' but when trevor goes to grab his arm he's stiff, he looks over his unmovable shoulder to see vomit covering his mouth. his lips are blue. his eyes are open. he didn't even get his name.

Trevor leaves quietly, blurred eyes looking around frantically for a street sign, a store, a pay phone, fucking something. But he's lost, in every sense of the word. stop crying, stop crying, stop crying.

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DAYUM that was depressing, i've never wrote on here before only in private, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. should i write more? i'm happy to do requests! might do some x reader stuff lol. lots of love!

[beetleblunt]

All dolled up

Summary: TRIKEY HURT!!!!

TW: drunk driving?

Words: 1,082

ao3 link

Trevor shifted in his seat, glancing down at his phone to check the time.

8:27

He grimaced, looking around the dimly lit bar for any sign of his so called “date”. Not that Michael really knew it was a date. Trevor had called him last night, asking to meet for drinks at a place much fancier than the two would usually spend their time together.

“Drinks? You’re kidding.” Michael sighed.

“Not in the slightest, sweetheart,” Trevor said, a little too chipper, “c’mon, it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.” he added more aggressively.

“Actually I do,” Michael griped back, “and I’m tired of gettin’ dragged to whatever dinky little shack you’ll call a bar for the night!”

“Like what?” Trevor laughed, “Chain smoke by the pool? Listen to your wife get porked by the pool boy because she doesn’t even like you enough to let you watch? Besides, it’s a nice place, ya ungrateful fuck.”

“A nice place?” This seemed to pique Michaels interest enough for him to forget the prior insult, “I’d like to see your idea of a nice place.”

Trevor growled, “Oh you will!” he shouted quickly “I’ll send you the address, be there at eight.” with that, he hung up before Michael could protest, or before he could piss him off even more.

Trevors leg started to bounce and he twitched as he waited, thinking about their last phone call. Sure Michael hadn’t said yes, but he didn’t say no either, and he did say he wanted to see his idea of a nice place, did he show up and decide it wasn’t nice enough? it wasn’t the fucking Ritz, but it was a nice club on Vinewood, a change from the small, smoke and violence filled bars the two were used to. As hard as he tried to stay calm, it was useless. The minutes passing by felt like hours, and Trevor was not a patient man.

A server timidly approached the table, hoping to not make eye contact with him. Luckily for her, he was spaced out, his feet propped on the table, fidgeting with the hem of the red dress that barely made it to his mid thigh.

“Sir? Could I.. uh could I get you anything to drink?”she managed, her eyes trained on the blood stained work boots resting atop the table, clearly terrified.

Trevor’s head snapped up at the sound of another voice, and he glared up at her for a second, “Sure. Sure, yeah yeah yeah, whatever” he spat quickly, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture “ugh, just fucking whiskey, neat. And keep ‘em comin”

As the server scurried off without another word, Trevor stood up, took another strained look around the bar, and then made his way to the bathroom. When he got in, the two men, and the couple making out in there quickly cleared out, and as soon as they did, Trevor pulled his phone from the small purse he’d resigned himself to carrying tonight, given his lack of pockets, and tried to call Michael.

After several rings, Michaels voice came through “You’ve reached Michael De Santa, leave a message.” it said, confidently

Trevor’s grip on his phone tightened, “Heeeey, you fat fucking snaaaake, it’s me!” he began, dragging out his words in a sickeningly sweet tone, one that was specifically designed to incite fear and make his offenders skin crawl. The sweetness in his voice didn’t last, and he said the rest through gritted teeth, “The best friend you’ve left waiting at the bar, either call me back or get here, prick.” he hung up, and tried to call again. After several more tries, and strongly worded voicemails, he gave up, looking at himself in the mirror and sighing loudly. The plan was meant to be simple, ask Mikey out for drinks, take him somewhere nice, show up all dolled up, maybe a handy or two under the table, and ignite something deeper than the rocky friendship they’d been navigating since reuniting. Something like what they had back in North Yankton.

A neat glass of whiskey was waiting in the center of Trevor’s table when he got back. Not even bothering to look around again, he sat down and took a drink, savoring the slight burning in his throat. Soon, his drink was empty, and just as requested, he was brought another.

A few drinks turned into several, and after a while Trevor was looking far more disheveled than usual, slumped down in his chair, with hot silent tears streaming down his face, which was slightly smeared with the lipstick he’d stolen from the drugstore on his way into town. The thin straps of his dress fell off his shoulders a bit ago, and his dress had rode down, allowing more of his hairy chest to peek out. Normally he’d have been kicked out well before this point, but he’d actually been relatively well behaved even without Michaels presence, the most he’d done in the past few hours was hit on a few other patrons who quickly passed him by, and mumble strings of profanities directed at his traitorous friend.

A loud crash suddenly rang through the still busy club. Trevor’s empty glass was now shattered on the floor, and he was making his was towards the exit with a few worried staff on his tail shouting something about bills and damages. A firm hand landed on his shoulder when he passed the door.

“Hey, fruitca-”

Before the bouncer could even finish his insult, Trevor spun on his heel and connected their foreheads with a loud crack, sending the other man crumpling to the ground.

When Trevor finally found his truck, he at least managed to fumble his keys out of his bag and get them into the ignition before everything around him faded to black.

When semi-proper consciousness and sight finally returned to him, all Trevor could see was the shattered remains of his Bodhi’s windshield, and the large, dented, metal gate just ahead of him. Letting his eyes drift shut and his head fall to the steering wheel, he didn’t bother looking up when he heard quick footsteps paired with his best friends broken voice, nor when three more equally worried and irritating voices broke through his haze. He felt too heavy to move, and suddenly wasn’t sure what he’d say even if he could, so instead he let the heavy fog in his mind take his body over yet again.

[rreskk]

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.

[chloe12801]

QUICK! SOMEONE DRAW TREVOR IN THESE OUTFITS I MADE

(Tag me and/or reblog this with ur attempt pls pls pls xx)

[girlsandgta]

Hii could you please write some headcanons about Trevor who’d have a huge soft spot for the reader?

And it’s totally fine if not! Thank you still <3

you ask and you shall receive ;)

• had a soft spot for you as soon as you met, and never hid the fact he had a huge crush on you

• because of his childhood, he spent a lot of time learning how to do his mothers hair and makeup when she was too high or drunk to do it herself, so he loves to braid your hair, paint your nails, anything he can do to make you feel good

• if you did a job together best believe you’re behind him, he makes sure you’re not in danger always!

• because he’s lived in sandy shores for so long he knows all the best places to relax, so if you’re feeling overwhelmed or a little down he knows exactly where to take you

• LOVES walks along the beachfront with you

• when he’s out doing god knows what, he tries to find rocks or pebbles that look pretty to give you

• when your together he always has his arm around you so you know you’re protected

• as we know, dude is terrible with hygiene. he only showers if it’s with you

• love language is touch and words of affirmation, constantly touching you, cuddling you, complimenting you

• you’re his phone wallpaper

• has photos of you in his wallet and on his walls (i would say in a not creepy way.. but we know what he’s like)

• always talks about you to everybody he meets

• when you’re together in the car, he makes sure your favourite radio stations in even if he hates it :’)

• he’s always arguing with mikey and everyone but if they dare say anything about you he has them in a headlock

• surprisingly good memory! remembers your favourite song, food, colour, scent, everything!

• would definitely get a tattoo of your name on him

hope you like them! :)

[trevorspickuptruck]

Hi again, I’m really trying to stay motivated on posting on here and not allowing this account to become inactive. Although I am sort of stuck on what to post on here apart from the ‘GTA as vines’ sort of thing. Anyways, hope everyone had a good Christmas and new year, have this for now! :) <3

[grandtheftfive]

I didn’t know that, that’s actually pretty cool that they got her to play as T’s Mother.

And it’s Mother’s Day for me today because I hail from the UK where Mother’s Day is during March every year so yeah lol