Request: Trevor is heartbroken after Tessa and the last thing on his mind is meeting someone new. But there’s this girl that he just keep running into and he’s starting to think it’s not a coincidence. @mcaronimcaroon
“What can I get you tonight?” he yells trying to be heard over the loud music. It’s a good night to go clubbing - it’s hot out, lots of people, good music. And you can tell most of these people won’t be going home alone tonight.
“Just the usual,” you reply scanning the scene one more time as you wait. It’s never been your thing to meet a stranger and spend the night with them but for some reason you’ve always been fascinated by the night life. Especially in a town like Seattle with so many new people every night.
“Thanks,” you say as the bartender hands you two shots of tequila. You wanted a fun night out but the text on your phone informs you that the fun night won’t be an option tonight. Before leaving you throw some dollar bills on the bar catching the bartender nodding your way. You have every intention of going straight home but you can’t ignore the group of guys circling their prey.
“Shit,” you mumble and walk their way.
“Everything alright, boys?” you ask purposely breaking up the circling, coming to a stop next to the terrified man in the middle.
“No need to get involved. We were just having a friendly chat.” You know these men. They probably don’t remember you, but you have a clear memory of them surrounding you the same way last year drunk out of their minds. It’s nice to see their friendship has survived this long.
“I know your type of friendly chats. I suggest you guys get going.” You don’t take your eyes off them because you want to be prepared for the raised hand. And seconds later one guy does in fact raise his hand ready to strike you but you’re not having it. You grab him by the wrist and press down hard with your fingers while turning his arm outward. He yells out in pain but at this point you’ve got no remorse for what you’re about to do. One very well-placed kick between the legs takes him down.
“Anybody else wants to try their luck?” You look around and in the last second you manage to duck as one of the others swing for you.
“How about a little warning?” you smirk before hitting his nose with the palm of your hand. You hit with just enough force to cause a nose bleed but not break it.
“You absolute bitch!” he exclaims spitting out blood. You can’t really argue with him so you just shrug.
“I gave you fair warning that the chat was over.” You can tell they want to keep going but a crowd has assembled and they’re the type of boys whose ego can’t stand being beaten by a girl.
“Next time,” one of them smiles looking straight at the guy behind you. You sneer as you watch them go.
“That was incredible. Thank you,” he says making you turn around. He’s a pretty boy not meant for these kinds of places. He even wore a suit which explains why they figured he’d be an easy target.
“Don’t mention it.” You did what any decent person would do. You hate the way he looks at you as if you’ve just figured out how to solve world hunger. It’s too much from a stranger.
“I’m going to get going. Maybe you should too.” You’re not trying to sound mean but he won’t last a night in this neighbourhood of Seattle - at least not wearing that.
“Wait!” he yells and you stop, “I’m Trevor. Your name is...?”
“Bye,” you say walking away. You don’t want to get to know this man and frankly, you have places you need to be. He yells out again but this time you don’t stop. You continue to walk down the street hoping that he’ll take your advice and go home.
“Hi, nana,” you smile setting down your bag by the door.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” you lightly scold her making you both laugh. You don’t ask but you see the pain in her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t find the pain medication,” she admits sheepishly crumbling all the walls surrounding your heart at the same time.
“I’ll get it for you.” Minutes later you return with two pills and a glass of water. She took a nasty fall last spring and her back hasn’t been the same since then. It’s why you decided to move in with her and help around the house. You sit up with her for another hour before the medication finally gives her some relief. Before going to bed, you help her into her bedroom.
“Love you, nana.”
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The next morning you’re surprised when you hear a knock on the door at 9am. You rush down the stairs to open and for once you’re left speechless.
“Trevor?” Why on earth is he at your grandmother’s house at 9am on a Saturday?
“Did you follow me last night?” Suddenly, you’re worried you might’ve defended a complete creep.
“No! God no,” he replies nervously, “I always come over to visit Eliana on Saturday. We play bridge. What are you doing here?” He seems genuinely confused as to what’s going on making you relax slightly.
“Eliana is my grandmother. I just moved in a couple of days ago.” He doesn’t have a chance to respond.
“Y/N, let him in. I’ve been waiting.” Your grandmother rummages around the kitchen which adds to the feeling of surrealness. There’s no way you defended him last night and just happens to be your grandmother’s bridge partner. Nevertheless, you step aside to let him in. You’re pretty sure you could take him.
“Y/N. That’s a nice name.” You narrow your eyes making him laugh. The worst part is when you actually have to admit that he seems nice. The two of them play for at least two hours before your grandmother has to go lie down and as the perfect gentlemen he helps her get to bed. When he returns you’re cleaning up the kitchen.
“I’m sorry about last night. I never should’ve gone in the first place.”
“Then why did you?” In your mind you curse at yourself for being interested in him. You’re not too proud to admit that he’s very attractive but he’s also everything you’re not. He’s caring and kind, he never stops smiling and he’s wearing a knitted sweater that you’re pretty sure is your grandmother’s work. He’s so different from you. The scene last night was nothing new to you but for golden boy it’s probably the first time he’s been at a place like that.
“Because I’m an idiot,” he replies unaware of the thoughts running through your head, “I was trying to get over someone and I thought I’d try to just be a normal guy in my twenties going to a nightclub. But I really hate nightclubs.” You both laugh remembering last night. Definitely not the best introduction to a night out.
“How about eating tons of cake?” you suggest and he nods.
“That’s probably more my style.” You can’t explain why and you’re not sure you want to, but you get out some leftover cake that your grandmother saved from the other day which is how you and Trevor end up talking for the next couple of hours. You have a sneaky suspicion that your grandmother is only pretending to sleep for that long to give you and Trevor some privacy but you find that you don’t really mind. He’s a really nice guy and despite your differences, it turns out you really do have things in common.
“I should probably get going,” he says noticing the time. You walk him to the door where he abruptly turns around to face you.
“Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”
“Trevor, you just got your heartbroken and from the sounds of it, you’re still getting over her. I’m not about to be some rebound.” His face falls but he’s quick to recover. He knows you’re right.
“I would, however, love to go on a walk with you. Completely casual and no expectations. There’s no need to rush things.” The last thing you want is to get into a relationship with someone who’s still hung up on their ex.
“Casual. I can do casual.” You tell yourself that he won’t sweep you of your feet but as he kisses your cheek to say goodbye you feel the butterflies in your stomach and you know you’re lying to yourself. Trevor Matthews is going to worm his way into your heart and you can only hope that he won’t hurt you. Though you have a feeling Trevor wouldn’t do that.
Request: Trevor and the reader are already in a relationship, and the reader gets jealous when Trevor and Tessa meet. Anonymous
A/N I know the part about Tessa doesn’t last that long but I hope you like it anyway.
“I’ll be home around 7 tonight.” You quickly put on earrings and the slightest bit of lip stick. He comes up from behind and sneaks his arms around you. Almost instantly you relax into his embrace letting your head rest on his shoulder.
“That’s awfully late,” he comments placing a soft kiss on your neck.
“It’s almost New Years and we need to get the annual report ready. Mike completely screwed up August and now we have to redo every month after August.” There’s been chaos at the office for the last two weeks due to the annual report meaning sleeping at the office rather than going home at 4 in the morning. 7pm was not late for you compared to lately but you still wished you could be home earlier. Today’s the 4 year anniversary for you and Trevor and you know he had some things planned but it’ll have to wait for January. Thankfully, he’s been more than understanding and it helps keep you sane.
“I know, I know. I just wish you’d be home. But I’ll have some dinner ready.”
“Thank you.” He spins you around and smiles.
“You look so good I’m reconsidering letting you out of the house.” You chuckle as he places soft kisses on your neck and just below your ear.
“Then I guess I have to stay,” you whisper grabbing his face to kiss him properly. After so long together you’re still not tired of how his lips feel against yours. But reality hits sooner rather than later and you hurry out the door to face the mess at work. At exactly 7 you park your car in the parking lot outside of your building. 10 long hours in the office and countless arguments later you’re finally free to enjoy the rest of your evening.
“I’m home,” you call out confused as to why there are no light on at all. The apartment is completely quiet and as you move towards the kitchen turning on light as you go, it quickly becomes clear to you that no one is home. It’s so unlike Trevor to stay out at night but what worries you is that you have no idea where he is. Did something happen? You dial his number praying that he’s alright.
“Hi, I’m on my way home now. I’m so sorry,” he says sounding rushed. Your heartbeat slowly returns to normal when you hear his voice.
“It’s fine. You just had me worried. I thought something happened to you.”
“No, I got caught up at work with the new intern. She didn’t know anybody and I felt bad for her.” You try not to give into the little green monster eating away at your stomach. Trevor has always been too kind for his own good, you know this. It’s part of the reason why you fell in love with him in the first place but why would he spend your anniversary with another girl?
“It’s fine. Should I get started on dinner then?” you ask trying to keep your voice from shaking. You tell yourself you’re overreacting and that this is just a response created by the stress from work. But you just can’t shake the feeling over the next couple of weeks. You swore never to be the type of girl to dictate who your boyfriend can and cannot see but you’ve hardly seen him because he spends all of his time with Tessa. The last straw is him going to an office party without you. Granted he asked you to come but you wanted a quiet night and said he should go himself. Of course, you didn’t actually mean it but Trevor is nothing if not honest so he’d only assume you’d say something if you had a problem. And you should’ve just said something instead of pretending to be fine but it’s difficult when you’re feeling insecure. So the next day as you’re sitting across from him at the table you speak up.
“Why are you spending so much time with Tessa?” He chokes on his cereal.
“What?” He puts his glasses on - a habit he has whenever he needs to pay attention.
“You heard me.” You feel vulnerable and it pains you. The ability to open up is one you’ve never truly mastered and Trevor knows this so he also knows how difficult it is for you to ask him this yet he stays quiet.
“Are you having an affair?”
“No!”
“Then what?” you say raising your voice. What is the matter with you? You had a plan to ask him calmly and already you’re yelling at him.
“She’s just a friend.” His eyes screams for you to drop this but you’ve heard that sentence too many times before and you know what it means.
“That’s all you have to say? She’s a good friend? You’ve known her for, what, four months?” Everything about him is screaming guilty but you can’t believe that Trevor would ever do something like that to you.
“What do you want me to say?” He’s cautious and with good reason.
“I want you to tell me that there’s nothing going on between the two of you. I want you to tell me that I’m the only one you love. I want you to fight for me to believe you!” Tears keep on coming even though you’re trying your hardest not to cry. “What I don’t want is you getting defensive about your relationship to some intern at the office.”
“If I’m being defensive, maybe it’s because you’re accusing me of having an affair. I can’t believe you think I’d do that to you.” He’s hurt and you’re the cause making you feel even worse. How did breakfast turn into this? You take a deep breath to calm yourself down before this gets any worse.
“Look, maybe I should go stay with my mom for a while? Just to take some time to think things through.”
“I don’t need to think things through. You want to know what I’ve been doing with Tessa? We’ve been planning my proposal to you. She helped pick out a ring, coordinate with the restaurant. She helped me come up with ideas and talked me out of my stupid ideas. That’s what we’ve been doing.” Words fail you as his sink in. He was going to propose. And now you’ve royally screwed that up. Your silence is interpreted completely wrong and it breaks your heart.
“I’m sorry the idea of my proposing made you feel so sick. I thought we were on the same page.” He grabs his coat and is out the door before you can say another word. You have to fix this but you have no idea how. Of course you would’ve said yes. How could he ever even doubt that? You grab your own coat and hurry out the door. You can fix this.
An hour later you’re back at the apartment but Trevor isn’t so you hurry getting ready. So many candles to lit and so little time. You change into that red dress that you know he loves hoping that this will be enough. Enough to convince him that of course you’d have said yes if he asked you. Two hours later he finally returns drenched from the rain.
“What’s all this?” he asks stopping dead in his tracks.
“Trevor Matthews, you’ve been my source of light for the past four years and I’d very much like for you to be my light for many more years. Imagening my life without you seems impossible and I’m so sorry I ever doubted you. I want you now and forever.” You’re trying to speak clearly but your entire body is shaking.
“Y/N-”
“Please let me finish before I start sobbing. It’s going to be ugly.” He laughs but stays quiet.
“I want to wake up next to you and go to sleep with you. I want pancake Sundays and movie dates on Friday. I want the sleepless nights and the mornings in bed. I want all of it and I want it for the rest of my life.” You inhale trying to control the tears that refuse to let up.
“I don’t have a ring,” you say realising that you’re missing the most vital thing of a proposal.
“I can do that part,” Trevor says grabbing a small velvet box from his coat. He gets down on one knee and somehow this moment is so imperfectly perfect that you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Would you marry me and make me the happiest man? Be mine.”
“Of course I would.” He slips the ring onto your finger and it’s the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.
“Oh, it’s perfect,” you whisper not even knowing how much it would mean to you to have the perfect ring. He stands up and immediately kisses you.
“I hope you know I’m never letting you go,” Trevor says between kisses.
