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Firstly, I’d like to truly apologize to everyone who’s sent a writing request. I have 20+ requests between my DMs and ask box that I did have every intention of completing.

That being said, honestly, I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish them.

I’m really sorry to everyone who requested, and I’m sorry for any disappointment. But honestly, I just don’t enjoy writing for gta anymore. There’s quite a few reasons why, but I won’t get into all that. Basically, this is just an apology to my followers and anyone else who sent a request. I had thought about fully deleting this blog, but it didn’t feel fair to delete people's finished requests and all that.

But anyways, the ask box on this blog will be closed and the blog will basically be abandoned. And again, I’m sorry to everyone who sent in a request.

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“i can fix him” girl you are WORSE than him

#this #this is Riley(my oc)/Brad to the max #this is the post that perfectly encapsulates their dynamic

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cozy

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stuff from back when i was thinking about ideal north yanktons.. .

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at the boardwalk

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"i could fix him"? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and i've decided they're funny.

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(First off, a very happy birthday tomorrow to @theawfulwriter !! I’m still a little messed up and ouchy from surgery Tuesday and I really, really hope this makes sense! But more than anything, happy birthday! And if this doesn’t make sense, or isn’t what you wanted, lemme know and I’ll re-write it! 🎉🎂)

Best Birthday Wishes

TW: none

You’re curled up on your couch, sweatpants and baggy hoodie on while you sit with your knees to your chest. You’re barely paying attention to the tv show you’re so absently staring at. And while you’re lost in your own head, you fail to hear your front door jiggle open, or to notice the sound of heavy boots thudding across your floor, until a body hefts itself gracelessly over the back of your couch.

“Why so glum, sugar?” Your recent boyfriend, Trevor, asks.

You snap your head up at the sound of his voice, your eyes narrowing at Trevor as he sits cross-legged on the couch beside you. He's dressed in a pair of worn jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a beat up old demin jacket, his foot propped up on the edge of your coffee table. His smile is almost mocking, and it takes everything in you not to snap at him. "I'm not in the mood, Trevor," you reply, looking away from him again. "Leave me alone."

But Trevor doesn't seem fazed by your less-than-friendly tone. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and studies your face intently. "Come on, darlin’," he says, his voice softening. "You can tell Uncle T what's wrong. You know you can." You feel your shoulders sag a little at the tenderness in his voice, but you're still not in the mood for this. "I just want to make it better."

You sigh, scrubbing at your face with your hands before looking back up at him. "It's-.. It’s my birthday today," you mumble. "I just... I don't want to celebrate."

Trevor's eyebrows knit together in concern. "Why not?" he asks gently. "What's wrong with celebrating you? You're amazing!" You roll your eyes, even though the words warm you up a little from the inside. "No, really," he insists. "You're perfect, smart, funny, and talented. If it was up to me, every motherfucker would be celebrating you today!”

You feel a little embarrassed by his compliments, but you can't help but smile a little. "Thanks, I guess," you mutter, looking away again. "But it's just... hard sometimes, you know?"

"Yeah," Trevor says, nodding. "I get that. But you know what? Tonight, we're going to make this the best birthday ever. Even if it's just the two of us. We can order some takeout, put on a movie... Whatever you want to do."

You chew on your bottom lip, considering his offer. A small part of you wants to enjoy your birthday with Trevor, but another part of you just wants to wallow in self-pity for a while. "Okay," you finally say, sighing. "I'll try."

Trevor beams at you, obviously relieved. "Great! I'll go get the food and set everything up while you get changed, okay?" He stands up and moves around the couch to lean against the armrest, studying you carefully. "You like Chinese? Italian? Wha’da’ya want, angel?”

You shrug. "Eh, anything’s fine..." You feel a little guilty about how little enthusiasm you have for this whole thing, but you tell yourself you'll try to enjoy it for Trevor's sake. Maybe a night in with your favorite person can make things a little better.

Trevor nods, already heading for the door. "Great! I'll be back before ya know it," he says, shooting you a quick wink before disappearing into the hallway. You hear the front door close, and then silence fills the apartment as you're left alone with your thoughts again.

You decide on taking a quick shower to at least feel a little better, you stand up and head down the hall to your bathroom. The hot water feels good against your skin as you wash away the day's grime and exhaustion. Once you're done, you throw on a pair of comfortable sweats and a soft t-shirt, feeling a little more like yourself again.

When you emerge from the bathroom, you hear the unmistakable sound of a movie playing from the living room. Peeking around the corner, you spot Trevor, and see he’s set up a little impromptu movie theater on the living room floor, complete with big blankets and a bowl of popcorn. The TV is playing an old romantic comedy you used to love, and he's even lit a few cheap candles to set the mood. You have to admit, it's kind of cute.

Trevor glances up at you as you step into the living room and offers you the bowl of popcorn. "I hope you like the movie," he says, actually looking a little nervous. "I figured you could use a laugh." You smile at him, feeling a little guilty about the way you've been acting. "Thanks, Trev. It's sweet of you." You curl up on the huge pile of blankets beside him, taking a handful of popcorn and settling in to watch the movie.

As the movie progresses, you find yourself getting caught up in the story and laughing along with Trevor at all the right places. He slips an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, and you feel a pang of affection for him. He really is perfectly sweet when he wants to be. You can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to have someone who really cares about you, who wants to make sure you're happy.

As the credits roll, Trevor turns to you with a mischievous grin. "So, what do you say, beautiful? Now what?" You smile back at him, feeling more than a little grateful for his efforts. "I don't know, Trev. I am a little tired."

He laughs, his eyes twinkling. "Come on, let's at least have a slice of cake first. You know, to make it a proper birthday celebration." His enthusiasm is contagious, and despite yourself, you find yourself smiling back at him.

He stands up and disappears into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a small but surprisingly pretty chocolate cake and two candles. "I figured we could share it," he says with a wink, "since I kinda forgot to get food."

You roll your eyes, but can't help but laugh. "You're such a dummy, T."

He grins, setting the cake down on the coffee table. "I know, but you love me anyway." He lights the candles and hands you a lighter, then leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Now, make a wish."

You close your eyes, thinking for a moment. It's silly, but you wish that things could stay this way forever. Just you and Trevor, safe and happy like this in your apartment, with nothing or nobody to bother you.

You share the cake and soft laughter, and then, once it's all gone, you find yourselves back on the couch, curled up together. The soft glow from the television casts a warm light over your faces, and you can't help but feel content.

"You know," Trevor says softly, "I'm sorry if today kinda sucked for ya, sugar.. I just want you to be happy, and sometimes I don't know how to make that happen."

You look up at him, surprised. "It's okay, Trev. I've been... kind of a mess lately, and this birthday business didn’t help. But…you really have made the day better." You reach out and take his hand, giving it a squeeze. "I appreciate what you did today- trying to make tonight special for me. It worked, ya know?”

He smiles down at you, his eyes shining in the dim light. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

You smile back at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. Maybe there's hope for better days after all.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta x reader #x reader #/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader

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Michael sketch vs finished

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I love sending you questions just to talk about my daddy Michael <3 I also love him, and I also love you for answering!!!

(hope u understand this!! I am still learning how to speak English)

First, your English is amazing, and I can understand it perfectly! So no worries! 😁

And you can send questions any time you like! I always love talking about anything GTA related, so it’s always fun to here from others who enjoy it too! ✨

#asks

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Hey I was reading the things you would/wouldn't write for and I saw that you wouldn't write got a reader under 18 romantically with the characters with their cannon age (which is obvious bcs that's fking gross)

But would you do something EXTREMELY PLATONIC? like how Michael and Franklin have that kinda father-son relationship

(they wouldn't be under 18 but I just know some people aren't comfortable writing like father-son / farher-daughter relationship stuff with age gaps

Oh, yeah! I guess I should have been more specific 😅

Like, obviously I’d never write a grown character shipped with anyone under 18 (cuz that’s fucked up). I also really don’t feel comfortable with aging up or aging down characters for shipping purposes (like, aging Trevor down to ship him with a teen reader). But so long as the relationship is totally platonic, then I’d write for it- so long as it’s not only platonic, but totally sfw.

For example, I wouldn’t write, like, (Michael catching his underaged daughter hooking up with a boy), or (Trevor witnessing his teen son being assaulted), etc. Basically, anything that’s puts anyone under 18 in a dangerous, compromising, or otherwise ns//fw situation, I won’t write it.

But yes! If it’s totally platonic, like Franklin and Michael’s friendship, I’ll write about it so long as the content doesn’t make me uncomfortable.

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My headcanon is that Michael doesn't kiss his side bitches on the lips. Like, he doesn't kiss them at all!!

And I also don't think he's someone who is constantly parading his side bitches in front of his wife, especially since he goes crazy when she's with another man in front of him.

Oh no totally! He’s an old fashioned guy, and I think he’d view kissing on the lips as something reserved for his partner. You’re absolutely right!

And I don’t think he’d parade his one night stands either! You’re right. Like, he’s not exactly sneaky. You know he cheats on you. But he’s not going to bring it up or rub it in your face. Even in game, with his talks with Dr. Friedlander, he almost sounds…remorseful (??) maybe that he picks up prostitutes. He’s a hypocrite in a lot of instances, but I think he feel shameful enough, and respects his wife enough not to rub it in.

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omg are you okey sweetheart???

Oh, right! I guess I should have given context lmaoo I decided to channel my Amanda De Santa vibes, and my wife bought me a boob job for Christmas 🤣 so, I’m ok, just in pain and it makes it hard to concentrate on my writing.

Tysm for the concern! This is so so nice! ✨

#personal #asks

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just got outta surgery, so if I reply fairly slow to any requests I’m so sorry! But I will still get to them, so no worries! 💕

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I love how you keep the GTA V x reader ALIVE u are my new fave writer babyyyyy

aaahhh! tysm! I’m not super confident in my writing tbh so it’s always super nice to hear positive feedback! ☺️ I love every request I get, so it’s always an honor getting to write for people!

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tbh I would totally cheat on Michael if he cheats on me!! Oh, but I love him so much.

For some reason I imagine one of his one night stands disrespecting his wife, and he's like "HOW DARE YOU BITCH??" As if the guy didn't cheat on her in the first place with that girl lol

Oh Michael absolutely has the weirdest, most misplaced chivalry in the world!

If you cheat on him then “you’re a dumb fucking slut” even though he cheated on you just last week. But, if he ever found out one of your side dudes hurt you, he’d kick his ass. And if one of his one night stands talked shit about you or asked him to leave you, he’d blow up on her and probably drop her as a side bitch.

Neither one of you are physically loyal, but holy shit! He’s emotionally loyal, and if he perceives anyone disrespecting you, they’re gonna regret it lmaoo

#Michael is genuinely so toxic #but so daddy #you can’t not love him tbh #asks