Pairing: Trevor x Reader
Warnings: Strong language
Summary: The reader is having cravings during pregnancy and Trevor gets pissy at her.
A/N: Hey! So I’m sorry about not uploading regularly. Writers block is a little bitch. Keep checking here for updates and whatnot, it might come in useful if I disappear from the Trevor x Reader tag sometimes. Thanks to assbuttfarts for this prompt :)
If you want to read the piece of shit I've written whilst trying to get rid of my writers block then you can find it here. But don’t read it. Why would you do that.
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You slam your magazine down on the couch, too restless to carry on reading yet too lazy and uncomfortable to get up from your spot and move around. You had 3 more months of this shit to put up with. 3 more months of unexplainable joint pain, uncontrollable nausea and unattainable freedom. Paired with the heat of Sandy Shores today, the only thing you felt like doing was sitting around and eating. Ugh eating…
You don’t think Trevor quite understood how you were feeling. He didn’t understand the pain you were going through right now, the dissatisfaction of waking up at 4am and having to heave yourself up out of bed and traipse to the bathroom because some stupid little squirt occupying your womb wouldn’t stop playing soccer with your bladder. Trevor was as sympathetic as possible sometimes. But he just didn’t understand. He was ignorant to the whole pain which came with carrying a child. You guessed in some ways that was a good thing; imagine Trevor carrying a baby inside of him. It wouldn’t even last 5 seconds.
You look over to the door of the trailer just as the man in question barges his way through, a trowel and an empty bag occupying both hands.
“Alright darlin’?” he grunts putting both down on the floor and wiping his brow.
You shake off the thought of what the hell he could have been up to and shrug. “Suppose so.”
“Ugh, man! I tell you (y/n), it is boiling out there. I felt like my skin was gonna peel off if I stood in direct sunlight for too long. Thank God McKenzie Fields has a bunker to shade in otherwise I would have been roasted like a fucking chicken out there,” Trevor gets to opening some kitchen cabinets, evidently searching for something. “I mean the guy I just dealt with wasn’t so lucky. Skin everywhere, bleugh it was horrible! It’ll take me forever to get those blood stains off the interior-“
“T? Can you not?” you raise an eyebrow and he turns to face you, glancing towards your pregnant stomach briefly.
“Ah yeah, sorry, I forget sometimes-“
“No I meant can you not talk about chicken in front of me?” you pout. Your cravings were making an untimely arrival again and you were hoping if you gave Trevor your best pouty face then he’d oblige and go get you some food. “I’m hungry.”
He looks at you warily and leans against the counter. “(y/n), if you think I’m driving all the way to Los Santos to buy you Cluckin’ Bell then you can fuckin’ think again.”
“But T! Come on! I can’t help that I'm craving chicken,” you frown.
“Fuck, why couldn’t your craving be, I don’t know, methamphetamine?! That’s a little easier for me to get hold of,” Trevor frowns right back at you and you roll your eyes.
“Trevor, I love you and everything, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea to be having a mini version of you running around,” you purse your lips together impatiently.
Trevor stands there and taps his foot incessantly. He stares at you and you can see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to make a decision. After about a minute of this he then grunts heavily. “Fuckin’ fine. I’ll go get you Cluckin’ Bell. I’ll drive an hour to get there in the blazing heat. I’ll wait to be served by some punk ass gangbanger who doesn’t know how to use the cash register. I’ll probably end up ripping his head off. But fine. That’s fine. I do it because I love you.”
Baring in mind Trevor said this all through bared teeth, he came and bluntly planted a kiss on your forehead anyway, muttering to himself as he walked out of the trailer door.
You grin, just a tad satisfied. You loved getting your way with Trevor. You’d make it all up to him later, of course. But the gratification you received from winning him over fed the craving just a little bit.
can you write a fic about the reader getting a really odd craving while she's pregnant and she makes trevor go out and get her what food she's craving? of course trevor is moody as fuck about doing it but he does it anyway :)))
gonna get to uploading this finally. woo! thanks :)
Dean finds himself getting a ridiculous Christmas present for Castiel and regrets it immediately after he steps out the store. However, after pushing it to the back of his mind until Christmas Day, he finds that Cas' reaction is a lot better than expected, and starts to feel emotions for his friend more than he has before.
Words: 913, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury
Rule 1: always post the rules
Rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones
Rule 3: tag 11 people and link them to the post
Rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them
My answers:
1. Favourite day of the week?
Friday bc fredagsmys
2. Favourite number?
idk, 2
3. Worst show you’ve ever seen?
When I was in the US I saw this horrible "live show" about some pirates and a pirate girl and afterwards I wanted to throw up c-:
4. A book you would place on the “never read” list?
50 Shades of Grey
Every time someone reads that book a banana dies
5. If you could have a super power, what would it be?
I'd like to read minds, since I always have trouble understanding people..
6. Numero uno otp?
It starts with a D and ends with a Estiel and it's all rainbowy and fluffy and it kills me everyday
I have other otps too but Destiel will always have a special place in my heart
7. number one brotp?
Probably Charlie and Dean
or Dean and Sam
8. Would you rather wear a bow tie forever or suspenders?
suspenders, because suspenders makes you look hot
9. would you rather lick peanut butter off a hobo’s foot or lick a phone booth? (tardis excluded !)
what the hell, I'd lick a phone booth
10. Travel space or travel time?
Travel time, back to the 60's! Hells yeah
11. Weapon of choice for a zombie apocalypse?
I have a feeling that whatever weapon I choose I'd probably be the one to dies first anyway. A flame-thrower? Does that kill a zombie?
My questions:
1. Your first otp?
2. Favourite characther who died in the first five minutes of Supernatural?
3. Arctic Monkeys or One Direction?
4. Loki or Thor?
5. if the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary and the premiere of Sherlock season 3 would be on the same day, what would you watch? ((you can't pick both))
