Back Where You Belong || Trevor Evarts
Summary: When life pulls you away from Smosh for months, you never expect your return to turn into the best twist in a game of Werewolf. Trevor’s reaction? Hug first, kiss second, and absolutely refuse to let you go. The editors, of course, milk it for maximum chaos.
Pairing: Trevor Evarts x Reader
Tropes: Surprise Reunion, Protective Boyfriend, Long-Distance Separation, Behind-The-Scenes Hijinks
Warnings: Public Kissing, Excessive fluff, not proofread.
WC: 1.5k
Author's Note: For 🧬-anon. I mostly write for Spencer (and Alex that one time), so I decided to write for Trevor this time around :D Also, just fyi, if the cast ever says they don't like having fanfic written about them or their partner says it, I will take it down out of respect for them. ANYWAY, hope you enjoy, and just so everyone is aware, my requests are open! For just about anyone on Smosh, as long as I know/have an okay feel about how they would respond to a situation. Tried making this fic as gn as I could so everyone can enjoy :D
You hadn’t meant for it to take so long.
When you got the call from your mom, worried about your grandmother’s health and not being able to care for her full-time— it was originally only going to be a couple of weeks, one month tops, according to your mother—it was just until she could get time off her busy work schedule.
So you packed light, reassured everyone at Smosh you’d be back before anyone missed you, and kissed Trevor goodbye—after convincing him you didn’t need him to come with you, it was just a couple of weeks—with a promise of Facetiming every day, he reluctantly let you go.
The first week went as planned. You called him every night, laughing about dumb tweets he sent you and the way he’d aim the camera just so you could see the office’s newest chaotic mess. While you fought sleep, he talked about everything you were missing, making sure you wouldn’t be left out on any joke or bit that was being said during meetings. He even called you at night (for him) to see what you were up to during your days with your family. It was like you were both still next to each other, never missing a beat in your lives.
But then your mom’s work kept her longer than expected. Your grandmother’s health dipped, and you couldn’t imagine leaving her in that state. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Calls got shorter, sometimes just quick check-ins when you were both exhausted. And somewhere in the shuffle, you realized you hadn’t actually seen Trevor’s face in over a month.
You knew he understood. Trevor never made you feel guilty for staying, but you also knew him. Knew he missed you, even if he didn’t say it outright. That knowledge sat heavy in your chest every night.
So when your grandmother’s health finally stabilized and your mom took over again, you didn’t tell Trevor you were coming home. You just booked the ticket, packed your bag, and texted Courtney the plan.
The Smosh office was exactly as you remembered it: the hum of lights, the faint smell of coffee and hair product, and the low buzz of voices from the editing room.
Courtney met you by the front door, grinning like she was about to burst. “They’re filming right now. Trevor’s here.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “You better be ready, ‘cause he’s gonna lose his mind.”
Just as the two of you were sneaking in, trying to avoid any spoiling eyes, you came across Angela in the hallway. She froze mid-step, eyes going wide before she broke into a smile so big it crinkled at the corners.
“No way— you’re back?!” she whispered, her voice pitched low but still buzzing with excitement.
You grinned, pressing a finger to your lips. “Shh, he doesn’t know.”
Angela’s eyes sparkled, and she covered her mouth like she was physically holding in a squeal. “Oh, this is gonna be good.” She gave Courtney a quick, giddy glance. “You’re getting this on camera, right?”
“Already planning on it,” Courtney murmured, tugging your sleeve to keep moving before anyone else spotted you.
Angela gave you both a little wave and mouthed, Go get him, before darting off toward the kitchen set, no doubt to quietly spread the word without tipping off Trevor.
The two of you kept on, slipping into the main set room like shadows. From your hiding spot behind the cameras, you caught your first glimpse of him— seated in a circle with the others, leaning forward with that mischievous grin that always spelled trouble.
They were filming Werewolf. You recognized the soft background music and the way everyone’s eyes were shut tight while the app narrated dramatically.
“...And now, the werewolves will open their eyes.” There was a beat, the werewolf (who you were positive was Trevor) milking the moment for all its worth.
Trevor’s head lifted. His eyes blinked open, immediately darting to find his partner in crime for the round — but instead, they landed on you.
For a second, he didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared like maybe the game was playing tricks on him. His mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to say something, but the app narrator continued.
“And the werewolves will now close their eyes…”
Trevor didn’t close his. Couldn’t. His lips twitched up into the smallest, most disbelieving smile, and he mouthed your name before finally obeying the rules and shutting them again.
By the time everyone wrapped up the night phase and everyone “woke up,” Trevor was already on his feet, ignoring whatever accusation Damien was spinning.
“Uh—Trevor?” Shayne said, confused.
But Trevor was already crossing the circle, his footsteps quickening until he was practically jogging. He didn’t care that they were mid-shoot, didn’t care about the crew watching — he just wrapped you up in a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of you. Your face buried into his shoulder immediately, breathing him in. He smelled like laundry detergent and the faint spice of whatever gum he was chewing.
Your hands fisted into the back of his shirt as your eyes stung.
“You’re not allowed to do that again,” he said, smiling even as his eyes shone.
“I missed you, too,” you whispered.
He leaned back just enough to look at you, his eyes bright and damp. “You have no idea.” Then he pulled you in again, tighter than before, as if he let go, you’d disappear all over again.
“I thought—” his voice cracked, muffled in your hair. “I thought I was gonna have to wait ‘til Christmas to see you.”
Before you could respond, he cupped your face in both hands and kissed you — quick, warm, and almost desperate, like he’d been saving it for months. The crew let out a chorus of “awwws,” someone wolf-whistled, and you felt his smile curve against your lips before he pulled you back into his chest.
Somewhere behind you, Courtney whispered gleefully, “Best werewolf twist ever.”
“Okay, that’s sweet and all,” Shayne’s voice piped up, “but you really couldn’t have called me first so I could bet money on his reaction?”
Arasha gasped dramatically. “You bet? This is love, Shayne! A cinematic reunion!”
Amanda was clutching her chest like she’d just watched the final scene of a romance movie. “I swear, if either of you cries, I’m crying too.”
You pulled back enough to glance around, cheeks warm. “Hi, guys.”
Trevor didn’t let you go. If anything, he tightened his grip, throwing a quick, half-serious glare at the rest of the crew. “None of you is stealing them from me. They’re mine. I’ve got months of missed hugs to make up for.”
“Do we need to pencil you two out for the rest of the shoot?” Angela—who you can only assume ran in once she had finished updating everyone outside—asked, smirking.
Trevor didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. Yes, you do.”
That earned laughter from the crew, but no one pushed. You felt his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back, his other hand hooked firmly at your waist like he was afraid you might vanish again if he let go.
What you didn’t realize until much later was that Courtney’s phone wasn’t the only camera rolling on this reunion.
The main Werewolf cameras had caught every second—from the exact moment Trevor’s eyes landed on you during the “wake up” phase to the kiss, the crew’s reactions, and even Shayne’s ill-timed betting comment.
When the Werewolf episode finally went up weeks later, it played out like a normal round… until suddenly, Trevor was gone.
Viewers were quick to point it out in the comments:
“Wait, why is Angela sitting where Trevor was??” “Forget Where’s Anthony?! Where’s Trevor?”
The editors let the confusion simmer for the entire video, never explaining why Trevor had vanished mid-game.
Two days later, a YouTube Short appeared on the Smosh channel titled: “Why Trevor Disappeared in Werewolf 👀”
The Short opened with Shayne, Angela, and Arasha sitting at the React desk, the reunion footage playing on a laptop in front of them.
Shayne paused the video right at the moment Trevor spots you. “This. This is the exact second the man mentally quit Werewolf.”
Angela snorted. “And the second I got promoted to Werewolf without warning.”
Arasha was already dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. “I’m sorry, I’ve seen this like six times and I still get emotional.”
The clip resumed, showing Trevor running over to hug and kiss you. Shayne groaned theatrically. “See, this is why I should’ve put money on it. I could’ve retired.”
Angela leaned toward the camera. “For the record, I killed it as the replacement werewolf.”
The Short ended with all three of them waving at the camera, Shayne signing off with: “Anyway, mystery solved. Love wins. Back to your regularly scheduled chaos.”
Trevor swore he didn’t care about the attention — but when you caught him rewatching both the reunion and the Short later that night, cheeks pink and that goofy smile on his face, you knew he was secretly going to treasure it forever.
And honestly? So were you.
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