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more trevor headcanons because that stinky man makes me smile :,)

- if anything and i mean anything happened to both michael and amanda when jimmy and tracey were young t would’ve adopted them straight away. criminal record be damned.

- has and will join ron for his radio show. he almost always disagrees with every caller though so the show usually ends with ron saying “we’ll be back next week!” while trev’s smashing something up in the background bless.

- he smiles at dogs when he passes them while walking.

- steals michael’s phone and takes really blurry pictures of him.

- is really good at origami? yeah he’s not sure why either he just knows he can make an epic swan.

- will sniff every candle he comes across. he hasn’t found a single one he likes so far.

- names all his planes.

- needs glasses like really badly but refuses to get any.

- yes he does own an apron that says “kiss the cook.” and yes he does only wear it when cooking for michael. michael isn’t sure how he feels about it. (shhh he loves it really :)

- is usually internally screaming in about twelve different languages at all times.

- went on a shopping spree after michael called him a hipster.

- mullet t sometimes lets tracey style his hair.

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okay so i wrote this headcanon a while ago:

and have decided that it would make a good oneshot so here goes.

let me know what you think!! : D

the midlife crisis.

“cum over. i got something 2 show u. t.”

michael closed his eyes and sighed despairingly. he was perfectly happy watching ‘nelson in naples’ for the twentieth time that month, so why would he want to drive all the way to sandy shores to see whatever it is that trevor had acquired?

and besides, he’d already put his comfy pants on.

the man had already typed a message back saying that whatever it was would have to wait until the next day, and was about to press send when the sound of trevor’s voice yelling “i waited ten years!” echoed through his head.

he sighed again.

and so, michael put down the bowl of chips that previously sat on his lap and stood up, groaning as he did. he deleted his sorry excuse and instead typed:

“i’ll be there soon.”

“aman, i’m going out! i’ll see ya later!” he called out from the foyer of the large house, walking in the direction of the garage.

“okay!” he faintly heard her shout back from upstairs.

“you’re damn lucky i love you, philips.” he thought, hearing the sound of his tailgater springing to life.

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michael pulled up to trevor’s trailer to see him standing outside his garage. he was staring at something, presumably what he’d dragged mikey all the way out there to look at.

“hey, you prick! you ever heard of takin’ a fuckin’ picture?” he asked, feeling tired and fed up. he’d had a stressful day at the studio.

“haha. fuck you, sugartits.” trevor retaliated, “now get your fat ass over here, alright?”

the man scowled at his partner, before obeying and walking over to him.

“okay, so what am i looking at?”

“this.”

trevor gestured to a metallic purple hexer motorcycle. it looked brand new.

michael looked over to the motorcycle, then back over to trevor.

“do ya like it?” trevor asked him, smiling. he looked like a kid at a candy store.

his companion burst out laughing.

“what?”

“you’re joking, right? this is a joke.”

“why would i be joking, mikey?” trevor’s expression had turned to confusion. what’s so funny about him wanting a bike?

“it’s just- you hate bikers.” -michael paused to cackle- “ah, didn’t you wipe out a whole club not so long ago?”

“it was two years ago actually and yes i do hate bikers.” he answered matter-of-factly.

“okay, so why do you-”

trevor cut him off. “i just wanted one, okay? that a good enough reason for you, m?”

the pair stood looking at each other.

“and you say i’m having a midlife crisis.” michael murmured.

“what was that?” trevor asked.

michael smirked cockily.

“you heard me.” he said.

“asshole.”

“you love me really.” michael quipped.

“yes. i do.” trevor thought, putting his arm around michael’s shoulders.

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“come on, dance with me!” whined a very tipsy michael.

trevor jokingly rolled his eyes at the man he loved and picked up the last piece of pizza from the box that lay on his kitchen counter. he peeled off a slice of pepperoni and flicked it in michael’s direction.

“hey!” exclaimed the blue eyed man, barely dodging said slice. trevor chuckled in response, mikey’s expression had turned to one of surprise.

michael moved towards his companion and grabbed his hand. “please?” he slurred, looking into those hazel orbs that made his heart beat a million miles a minute. he had a cheesy grin on his face.

“fine.” trevor sighed, amused. he squeezed his lover’s hand, before letting go and wandering into the living room and grabbing a tape. he placed it into the stereo.

he turned to face michael, whose hand he had placed back in his. they began to gently sway to the rhythm of the music, drunkenly giggling at each other. it was as though the world was theirs alone.

trevor began to quietly sob. five years. five years since michael, his best friend and love of his life was killed.

the song they used to danced to was echoing through t’s apartment. his high was coming to an end, and the pain he tried so hard to rid himself of seeped back into his head.

“mikey…” the man uttered, perched against the toilet, his only thoughts being of what once was.

(based off of this absolutely beautiful artwork by @peppermintdick!! apologies for possibly ruining it, love!!)

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franklin headcanons!!! <3

- buys chop cute dog sweaters.

- also made chop a lifeinvader page so he could show off the cute dog sweaters. sometimes people stop him in the street and say they recognise him as “chop’s management team.”

- he’s very sentimental. (i mean come on he still has that employee of the month plaque!)

- if he hasn’t heard from any of his friends for a couple days, he’ll send them a shirt but sweet text to let them know he’s thinking of them.

- takes his kids for long drives around the city to help them sleep.

- really loves rainstorms. he’s not really sure why. he just thinks they look cool.

- took lamar to a festival one time and accidentally lost him. lamar refuses to let him forget about it.

- has seriously considered getting couple’s therapy for michael and trevor.

- brings home flowers for tanisha every week.

- buys really thoughtful birthday presents. like, one time he gifted trevor this model plane franklin noticed he wanted (but would never admit to anyone). t was very close to crying.

- if a song he likes starts playing right before he’s about to leave his car, he’ll stay until the song is finished.

- he definitely cried when his children were born.

- goes for coffee with lester every once in a while. sometimes michael joins them. (trevor too!!)

- has a best dad mug. he uses it with at work.

- wanted to be a musician when he was a kid.

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here’s more mikey hcs!!!

- when jimmy and tracey eventually moved out, the de santa residence became so quiet our boy got a cat. his name is solomon, after his idol.

- he also once went to tracey’s dorm in college to surprise her with lunch! except he went to the wrong dorm and gave some poor girl the scare of her life.

- “accidentally” became friends with a member of the lost while staying with trevor to piss him off as revenge for getting him exiled from los santos.

- really loves flowers!! sometimes he’ll randomly gift them to his friends!

- trevor stole friendship bracelets from a gas station after a job gone right and gave one to michael. michael said he’d never wear it, but panics if he can’t feel the pieces of blue and orange string wrapped around his wrist.

- once considered making a movie based off of the book his therapist wrote about him. decided against it when he realised that the book actually sucked.

- cries at (almost) everything.

- exclusively posts about his boat, his cat and his children on lifeinvader. (and the dad selfies. can’t forget them!)

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trev headcanons i have because i love. him.

- trevor forgives michael for everything that happened (this is actually canon if you didn’t know, it happens during a hang out!) but still gets a pet snake and calls him michael.

- sometimes he’ll dress up in a disguise so he can make sure that tracey’s safe when she’s on a date.

- totally had a guyliner phase in the 90’s. i mean come on he literally had a nose ring.

- speaking of said nose ring, he was matching with michael. they got them while drunk. m took his out the next morning, much to t’s disappointment.

- can actually draw pretty well. sometimes he’ll do little doodles of ron and wade while they’re not looking.

- owns a tattoo gun. no i will not elaborate.

- jimmy once tried to teach his uncle t how to play righteous slaughter. did it go well? let’s just say the youngest de santa almost ended up with another smashed tv.

- overuses emojis a lot. franklin once threatened to block him.

- very secretly enjoys fame or shame. he hates that he does, but he can’t help but laugh at some of the acts. and lazlow. he loves to laugh at lazlow.

- oh and he totally beeps at members of the lost whenever he sees them. he thinks seeing their angry faces as he drives past them is the funniest fucking thing in the entire world. (fun fact i do this whenever i play as trevor.)

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the blanket of snow lay across the idyllic town of ludendorff, the various lights and colours from signs that sat atop of stores reflecting off of it.

michael and trevor lay sprawled in trevor’s shitty little truck. they were tangled together, laying hand in hand. the pair took in the view from the tiny parking lot.

“who knew snow and leds could create such a sight?” michael quipped, briefly staring at the man he loved.

“shut up.” trevor quietly chuckled, rolling his eyes, “it looks pretty.”

he rested his head on michael’s shoulder and pulled the sheet closer to himself.

trevor loved moments like this. away from all the chaos and mania of their lives. the near silence was almost comforting to the young man.

it also terrified him. being alone with his thoughts was something trevor struggled to cope with.

the presence of michael helped though. although it didn’t keep those damn intrusive thoughts picking away at his brain.

at least with him there they didn’t seem so scary.

“mikey?”

“hm?” michael hummed, sounding a little sleepy.

“the world doesn’t seem so shit with you by my side.”

michael turned to face trevor properly. he saw the mixture of fear and honesty slapped across his companion’s face.

he knew about his partner’s upbringing, and it infuriated him. his wasn’t exactly great either, but something about the way trevor cowered when yelled at for messing around too much by lester made his blood boil.

what michael would’ve given to go back in time to save the terrified, fragile boy he saw trapped behind those hazel eyes whenever trevor dared to let his guard down and talk about his childhood.

michael gave him a small smile of reassurance, sensing trevor’s past was once again making him doubt himself. “well, i’m goin’ nowhere, t. i promise you that.”

“really?”

“really.”

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trevor rested around the small table, lester and some other people he did not recognise were sat on either side of him. must be amanda’s friends, he thought. it must have been love by roxette was blasting through the tiny hall, and the bride and groom were gently swaying along. he locked eyes with the groom, trying his hardest not to convey his heartbreak. michael looked away, and instead stared at his new wife. they seemed happy. finishing his beer, trevor left the lukewarm room and faced the crisp snow that seemed to plague the small town. he had married her. not him. a fact that broke his heart with each passing second.

it must have been love, but it’s over now.

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If it's not too much to ask, can I get some Trev and Mickey HC? Specifically about physical contact? No problem if it's a no!!

enjoy, anon! <33

- okay so, michael isn’t entirely huge on pda.

- but trev convinces him that maybe holding his lover’s hand as they walk along vespucci beach wouldn’t be that bad.

- it takes him a while, but michael eventually feels so comfortable showing off his adoration for his companion that he starts kissing him on the cheek when dining out.

- this transitions to the pair pecking each other on the lips wherever, whenever.

- and don’t get me started on what they’re like after a night out drinking.

- they’re kissing, cuddling, being all soft and sweet with each other. it’s adorable.

- unless you’re franklin and you’re stood there awkwardly while two of your best friends make out.

- he’ll just text lamar and ask him to come and take him home bless.

+ bonus!

- sometimes trevor takes michael stargazing by the alamo sea. he sets up blankets and shit at the back of his truck to make it all cozy, and the duo usually lay there all night pointing at the sky.

- they bought a book all about constellations and cuddle up to each other reading it and trying to figure out if they can see any of them in the sky.

- they usually end up falling asleep snuggling each other. trev uses mikey as a pillow.

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michael headcanons!!!

- long haired michael wears a scrunchy around his wrist. sometimes when los santos gets unbelievably hot, he’ll put his hair in a low ponytail with said scrunchy.

- tells franklin he’s proud of him every chance he gets.

- once bought trevor a toupee to cover his bald spot as a joke. as you can assume t was not impressed.

- misses north yankton but only!! around christmas because he likes the way the fairy lights reflect onto the snow.

- takes dad selfies wherever he goes. i’m not kidding. the movie theater, the beach, the getalife tower in liberty city, HIS LIVING ROOM. he also posts them on lifeinvader.

- wants a cat, but is scared that jimmy might be allergic. tracey said they should “let him suffer.” michael chuckled at that. (just don’t tell jimmy.)

- went as solomon richards for halloween at some point in the nineties. lestor said he looked like a politician who had stuck a squirrel to his head.

- cannot and will not stop bleeting about his boat.

- if he hears a song he likes playing in public, he won’t hesitate to sing along and dance. amanda has to physically drag him away.

- shhh sometimes he’ll make sure trevor isn’t home so that he can sneak in and put some sticky notes that say things like “brush your teeth, asshat.” around. he sounds mean, but he cares. a lot.

- goes to visit lester sometimes when he’s in hospital. although he usually annoys lester a little but he appreciates michael’s concerns.

- let’s tracey paint his nails.

- made a movie about his life in ludendorff. but of course he had to say it was just an idea, not his past life.

- is the human embodiment of road rage. i kid you not the words road rage in the dictionary are defined with a picture of mikey. he only gets angry at the super shitty drivers though.

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some headcanons i have for the gta v boys :)

- michael takes franklin and trevor out to see his movies when they’re in theaters. he spends the whole time staring at them both to try and figure out what they think.

- franklin and trevor are invited to the de santa’s home every saturday for dinner.

- franklin *finally* properly introduces michael to lamar. much to franklin’s surprise, they get along very well and sometimes hang out without him.

- trevor occasionally take wade out to get ice cream.

- michael buys a new boat with his cut from the big one! (and doesn’t let jimmy anywhere near it.)

- michael has bumped into dave a few times while getting coffee. they both just stare at each other awkwardly before saying their goodbyes and walking away.

- chef, (living up to his nickname) loves to bake, and learns the boys’ birthdays so he can surprise them by leaving a birthday cake on their doorstep for their special day. (after all, he was grateful they chose him for the paleto score.)

- trevor unironically owns a motorcycle. michael thinks he’s having a midlife crisis.

- franklin keeps a journal!! sometimes he reads through it shocked at how crazy shit was.

- trevor saw lovefist live at the tequi la la and sobbed the whole time. he forced ron to come with him for moral support and made him swear he’d never tell anyone he’d seen t cry, especially about a band.

- sometimes franklin will head to the movie studio and have lunch with michael (trevor sometimes joins too!)

- when franklin’s child was born, trevor dogsat chop with lamar so f could adjust to becoming a dad!

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a baby ivy (my oc from my gta fic sweet emotion) and trev!!! <333

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currently planning out a trev oneshot featuring ron!!!

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my gta summer fest post is finally here yay!!

@gtavfest

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i’ve got to the part in my wip where trev discovers michael is alive so have this:

“i saw a ghost today. and it made me do… things. things you’re gonna hate me for.”

“what things?”

“sit down, vivienne.”

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hi everyone!! if you’re interested, my dad!trev fic ‘sweet emotion’ is now on tumblr, wattpad and ao3!