Grand Theft of my Heart *Trevor Phillips x Reader*

Part 41

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, gently warming the world with its golden embrace, you slowly stirred from your slumber. Today held a special significance, a purpose that surged through your veins like an electric current. It was the day you had eagerly been waiting for – a day dedicated to transforming your humble abode into a canvas of colors and life. The notion of painting the house had been etched in your mind like an intricate masterpiece, a beacon of hope and renewal after enduring a harrowing incident not too long ago.

Weeks had passed since that fateful day when you found yourself caught in the crossfire of a dangerous situation. The searing pain of the bullet's impact still resonated in your memory, though it had receded like a distant echo. The physical wounds had started to heal, leaving behind a testament to resilience, a reminder of the strength that resided within you. But it was the emotional scars that lingered, much like a haunting shadow that danced at the edges of your consciousness. As you gingerly got out of bed, you couldn't help but run your fingers over the tattoo adorning your collarbone, looking over to the man who it represented.

He was still fast asleep, wrapped like a burrito in the covers after a night full of active dreams. He was clutching a pillow to his chest cuddling it so tight that you think it might pop and spew feathers and floof in all directions. The morning breeze gently caressed your face from the cracked window as you tiptoed through the room, not wanting to disturb your slumbering partner. The sun's rays filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the walls, making them appear like blank canvases waiting to be adorned with picture frames, colored lights, and vibrant hues.

As you made your way to the kitchen, the memories of that life-altering incident resurfaced, painting the world in contrasting shades of darkness and hope. The incident had left you feeling vulnerable and exposed, like an unfinished portrait, lacking the finishing touches that could bring forth its true beauty. Your tattoo served as a testament to your survival, a symbol of an unbreakable bond forged and a new found courage etched onto your skin forever. It was a reminder that life was a canvas, and you were the artist capable of painting it with resilience, love, and hope.

The decision to paint the house was not a mere whim but an act of reclaiming your space, infusing it with positive energy and shedding the remnants of fear that still clung to its walls. You had planned this day meticulously, selecting colors that evoked a sense of peace and harmony. The hues would breathe new life into each room, like strokes of a brush on a blank canvas, turning the once-muted abode into a symphony of colors and emotions.

"We should paint it." The words slip from your lips.

Trevor glances at you with his characteristic mischievous grin. "Paint it? And what color, huh? Pink with rainbows and unicorns?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, come on, Trevor. I was thinking something more daring, like a bold red or a deep blue. Something that reflects our fiery personalities."

He chuckles, clearly enjoying the banter. "Fiery personalities, huh? Yeah, I guess we both have a bit of that, don't we?" he concedes with a nod. "Red it is, then. Can't have our home looking all girly and weak."

That day stayed on repeat in your head until a few weeks ago, everything seemed so normal before they all went so horribly wrong and you ended up disfiguring your shoulder with this ugly bullet wound. As you sipped on your coffee, a bittersweet sensation washed over you. The peaceful routine of that morning had been shattered by unexpected chaos, leaving you with a scar both inside and out. But you were determined not to let that incident define your life or your home. After breakfast, you put on some comfortable clothes suitable for painting, donned a paint-splattered baseball cap, terrible stained and tattered shirt that had the sleeves cut off and was cut open down the sides leaving your sides exposed along with with only pair of overall jean shorts you'd ever own.