Description: You find yourself alone on Valentine’s Day, working after hours on editing with nothing better to do. That is, until a certain someone walks in. (This was a commission for @trevc0, thank you so much!!)
Warnings: None!
It is… somewhat disheartening to see all your coworkers leaving the office, either with their loved one, with gifts from/for a loved one, or with plans to see their loved one when they get home. Meanwhile, you’re just staying after to catch up on some editing, seeing as you had the time for it. No partner means no plans so, it’s not like you have anything better to do. Work’s better than staying in, watching netflix, and thinking about how nice it’d be to be with someone tonight.
That doesn’t stop those thoughts from lingering in your subconscious.
With a deep breath, you try to keep you entire focus on your work. Balancing the audio levels of six microphones, finding the best footage to switch to at different points in the video, it’s at least an easy thing to get fully absorbed in.
So it startles you when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you look up to see Trevor standing behind your chair, shooting you a smile as you take your headphones off. “Hey, (y/n), is there, uh, a reason you’re still here? Office hours ended like, ehh two hours ago.” You check your phone to see that it is, in fact, seven o’clock, and it surprises you how fast the time went by. (It’s not surprising, however, when you see your only notifications are from Twitter and Tumblr.)
“I just stopped by to grab my jacket, wound up leaving it since the weather was so nice, and then I saw the light was on and… there you were, editin’ away.”
You laugh under your breath, shaking your head slightly before replying, “I dunno, figured I could get some work done since I have no plans; plus, you dorks aren’t here to interrupt with your ‘shenanigans’ so…” You shoot him a grin, and he rolls his eyes.
“Wow, you walk in on flinchless kickie doo one time—”
“It hit me right in the face, Trevor; and I had a fuckin bounce house dropped on me one time?”
“ —alright well, yeah, but it’s not like that really interrupted anything. Just… delayed things a bit.” He fires back, crossing his arms with a slightly guilty expression.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you tease, sitting back in your chair as you look up at him. “Is there a specific reason for tonight’s interruption? Outside of curiosity, of course.”
“Well, uh, since you don’t have plans or anything,” he rubs the back of his neck, gaze darting over to a random spot in the room before looking back at you, “would you, like, wanna go get dinner?”
As if to answer his question, your stomach rumbles, and you both laugh. “Yeah man, I’m absolutely down for dinner.” It doesn’t occur to you until after you’ve already answered the question, but you realize you have no idea what the connotations surrounding dinner are.
Well, too late now.
He shoots you another smile, moving to grab his jacket from the couch. “Better save your work then, cuz I’m a hungry boy,” you can’t help but snort at that. You’re a dork, that’s what you are. “And, judging by the whale noises, I’m guessing you’re in the same boat.”
“You know I’m the hungriest boy around,” you shoot back, spinning around in your chair and quickly saving what you have. “Honestly, I would devour the entire McDonald’s menu right now, and I don’t even like McDonald’s.”
“Dammit, there goes my plan for good ol’ MickeyD’s.”
With a slight eye roll, you sit and wait for your computer to shut down, placing your headphones on your desk.
You can’t help but let out a surprised gasp, almost squeal, when your chair suddenly begins moving backwards. “Let’s get movin’, kid,” Trevor says as he starts rolling you toward the door, unable to keep from chuckling at his own dumb antics.
With slight difficulty, you jump out of the moving chair, quickly stepping to the side and laughing as he stumbles through his momentum. “Hang on, dude, I can’t leave my bag behind,” you tell him as you walk back to your desk, “and I can walk on my own, thanks.”
“Well, if you insist,” he retorts, sliding your chair back to your desk as you pick up your bag. Tossing your phone inside, you turn back to him, and he smiles. “Ready to roll?”
“If by roll you mean walk, and not take my chair out in the parking lot, then yeah, let’s roll.”
“I mean, there aren’t any cameras around, so I think we can leave the safety violations at the office tonight,” he replies, walking backward toward the door as he waits for you to follow.
With a combination of a laugh and an exasperated sigh, you walk after him, hitting the switch on your way out.
The two of you wind up at a hole-in-the-wall Italian place, one that your coworkers have been raving about (and that was thankfully small enough to not be completely booked on Valentine’s Day). You’d felt somewhat embarrassed when you’d had to admit to Trevor that Steffie was normally your ride home, and you’d been planning on taking a Lyft home tonight. Of course he assured you that driving you home was no problem, and that it made things easier anyways, not having to figure out what to do with two cars.
He had a point, but that doesn’t stop you from being anxious about inconveniencing him.
However, the weird conversation you find yourself in does more than enough to distract you from that anxiety.
“Wait, wait, so hang on,” Trevor speaks through suppressed laughter, “you’re telling me— that you were afraid of swimming pools until you were nine??”
“Listen, it was a valid fear!” you defend yourself, crossing your arms in a slightly exaggerated manner. “I mean, at least at the time. Of course I knew that sharks probably didn’t swim in public swimming pools, but was I one hundred percent sure? Nope, and I wasn’t about to take that chance.”
“Had to wait until you were at least ten for that.”
“Now you’re getting it,” you shoot back with a grin, which he cheekily returns.
You’d been at the restaurant for only twenty minutes, when suddenly the waiter sets down the appetizer in front of you; it looks nothing short of amazing. Of course, neither of you are surprised, suggestions from the podcast crew rarely let anyone down. In all honesty, it’s really just the price makes the quality astonishing.
“Jesus christ, I could eat that entire plate in two seconds flat,” Trevor absentmindedly mumbles, and you’re drawn back to the present, quickly grabbing a ravioli as you narrow your eyes at him.
“You better fuckin’ not.”
He holds his hands up in mock surrender, fork still between his fingers. “Hey, I said I could, not that I will. You think I’m gonna pull something like that when you have a fork and knife at hand?”
“I mean, we have the same silverware, you could technically defend yourself, if it came to that.”
He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the booth, “Please, I was born to fence with silverware. I would crush you, easy.” He can only keep up his cocky demeanor for another small moment before cracking, shooting you a grin.
“Oh, is that so?” you raise an eyebrow before sinking your fork into the toasted ravioli on your plate, twirling it around as you hold it up. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
You take a bite of the ravioli, and he’s quick to retort, “Are you challenging me to a duel? In the middle of this refined establishment?” His voice is practically dripping with faux shock and horror, and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.
“I’m just saying, you gotta be able to put your money where your mouth is, Collins.”
He smiles, grabbing a ravioli for himself as he replies, “Well, maybe sometime when we aren’t surrounded by innocent civilians, I’ll prove my fork dueling skills.” After a quick bite, he adds, “Besides, I don’t think that old lady would be too thrilled about it, our laughing was offensive enough.”
You glance over to where he subtly gestured with his fork, and see a very old couple. It’s almost as if the woman can sense you looking, because she immediately turns and meets your gaze, with a glare that you think could probably kill you. You return your eyes to Trevor, trying to hold back a laugh as you say, “Holy shit, yeah, no, let’s hold off on this duel for now.” He doesn’t have time to respond before you add, “She also definitely caught me staring so… pretty sure I’m on her shit list now.”
Trevor locks eyes with you, deadly serious as he tells you, “You better watch out, pretty sure that red wine she’s drinking isn’t actually wine.”
You mimic his demeanor as you lean in closer, whispering, “Can you see her reflection on any of the silverware? Is there any color in her cheeks, like, at all?” He quickly glances over, and shakes his head. “Well, fuck.”
“Listen, you’re cool and all, but if you’ve got a vampire after you, you might have to find your own way home tonight.”
Your eyes are still locked as you stay quiet for a moment, the two of you almost daring each other to break the stare, but then the corner of Trevor’s mouth quirks. You can’t keep from laughing at that point, and neither can he, neither of you paying any mind to the dirty look the same woman throws your way.
“If we get kicked out of here before my pasta shows up, I’m blaming you.”
Trevor laughs under his breath, grabbing another ravioli as he replies, “I mean, you’re the one staring at harmless old ladies.”
“You told me to! And I’m not sure how harmless she’ll be when she catches me in an alley, ready to snap my neck; did you see the look she gave me?” You try your best to keep your voice accusatory, but the smile on your face immediately betrays you. God, how could you not smile when this man was smiling right back?
“Eh, you’re a tough kid, you’ll manage.”
You laugh as you chew your next bite, swallowing before adding, “Thanks for that vote of confidence.”
“Oh, anytime.”
You’re not sure how someone’s smile can look so smug and so sincere in the same moment.
It’s surprising how easily the conversation flowed between the two of you at dinner. Sure, you talked to each other at the office, got on fairly well, but that was usually with other people around. You never expected to spend so much one-on-one time with someone and not fall into an awkward silence at some point.
And yet, here you are, in the passenger seat of Trevor’s car as he drives you home, the silence between the two of you something comfortable, safe. He hums along to whatever Spotify playlist he has going, tapping the steering wheel, and you watch the Austin city streets go by in a blur of lights and nightlife.
“I had no clue you were in the same neighborhood as me,” you break the silence, “but I’m glad you don’t have to go too far out of your way to get my dumb ass home.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t have minded going out of my way to get your dumb ass home,” he fires back, shooting you a grin. You roll your eyes with a laugh, and he adds, “For real though, don’t sweat it; Lyft fare is bullshit, and I’m more than happy to help.”
You smile over at him as you reply, “Well, thank you.”
He pulls his car into the one available spot outside your townhouse, meaning one of your roommates is out for the night, and he parallel parks with an ease you can’t fathom. As he puts the car in park, you unbuckle your seatbelt, turning towards him to say, “Thanks for the ride, and for the company. I definitely had a way better time than I thought I would tonight, working after office hours on Valentine’s Day.”
“Hey, anytime!” he says as he opens his door, and you get out of the car as well. “I had fun laughing at old ladies and disturbing the peace with you.”
“I mean, the latter is Achievement Hunter’s specialty, isn’t it?”
“Gotta represent the brand,” he adds as the two of you make your way to your door, both exchanging dumb smiles.
“So, can I ask a dumb question?” you ask, standing in front of your door, shifting on your feet slightly.
“Hit me with it.”
You know you’ll probably regret asking, but you’ll also regret not asking so, might as well. “Would you wanna, um, go out again?” Before he can even respond, you’re quick to add, “I understand if this like, wasn’t a thing, though; I just, figured I’d ask.”
He laughs under his breath, smiling down at you. “This definitely was a thing, yeah. I would’ve asked you out legitimately weeks ago, but I kept second guessing myself; and when I saw you in the office tonight, I finally kicked my own ass and said something, though uh… clearly not well.”
“Hey, we got there eventually, and I had a great time so, I’d say you did well enough.”
Your smile is incredibly teasing, and honestly, he looks like he wants to kiss you right there. But, instead, he settles for kissing your forehead, and you can’t fight the blush that rises to your cheeks. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Bright and early,” you reply, unlocking your front door, “and I’m taking that as a yes, you do wanna go out again?”
“You’re a nerd.”
You stick your tongue out at him as he smiles, kissing your cheek before continuing, “But yes, that’s one hundred percent a yes.”
You’re practically beaming as you say, “See you tomorrow, Collins.”
“Bright and early,” he grins before walking back to his car, stopping before he opens the door. “Goodnight, (y/n).”
As you say goodbye and close the door behind you, you can’t keep from giggling to yourself, still blushing. Maybe, maybe Valentine’s Day was kind of okay.
"Hey, Trev! I have an idea!" (Y/n) spoke running into the kitchen.
"Uh oh," Ryan said before sipping his diet coke. "That's never good."
"Shut up Ryan, it was one time! Also, Trevor owes me 30 bucks."
"One, that one thing ended up with Jack's chair being thrown out and using all my Cokes in the process. Two what'd Trevor do?" He questioned with a smirk.
"Yeah, What did I do?" Trevor asked, crossing his arms.
"Well, I spent 10 dollars on Smarties and he owns me 20 dollars for a new blender, It didn't work out so well." (Y/n) held up a plastic bag. "I wanna get Gavin back, for Trevor. And Ryan is also gonna help us."
She grabbed Trevor's hand and Ryan sighed before following. (Y/n) antics were always extra insane. She had been bribed with lunch multiple times by the AH guys to use her evil mind to come up with Shenanigans ideas.
"Alrighty, so..." She stopped at her office, grabbing a plastic back. "In this bag is a shit load of Smarties Wrappers. Ryan gave me all the wrapped from when Gavin used them."
Trevor's eyes widened once she dumped out all of the wrappers. It was a shit load. Ryan smiled at her crazy idea.
"We are going to put a bunch of smarties in his office, and the wrappers will be in his car. So when he goes to open a compartment they will all be released."
"Oh my God, (Y/n). This is why I love you!" Trevor started laughing. "Okay, where do we start?"
"Well, Trevor Boy. I happen to have already prepared this whole thing. You and Ryan do your worst to his office. And I shall take on his car. Meg already gave me his keys!" (Y/n) smirked jangling the Brits keys, making a clanking sound.
--
"(Y/n)! Help me hide!" Trevor ran into her work space as a yelling Brit was heard in the distance. He was quickly followed by Ryan recording him.
"Closet." She replied standing up and moving and standing protectively in front of the bathroom.
"Hello (Y/n). Have you seen Trevor?" (Y/n) quickly shook her head, too fast. "Is he hiding in the bathroom?"
"Nope."
"Let me see, the bloody git got Smarties dust all over my clean office."
Gavin managed to run into the bathroom when he was investigating (Y/n) shut the door on him while laughing.
"Trev! Run!" (Y/n) yelled letting Gav out.
--
"My legs hurt, (Y/n)," Trevor whined at a coffee shop with (Y/n).
"Poor Baby. Want me to kiss it better?" (Y/n) asked him in a teasing tone. "Just wait till Gavin realized what I did inside his car."
"Oh no."
"You'd be proud. Plus I have nothing to worry about, Gavin will think it was you."
"How do I love you?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"Well, Baby Girl. You are funny, Drop Dead Gorgeous. You fit right in with the guys, plus when we have a prank war you have the best ideas. They're fucking insane. Also sometimes you get super protective of me which is so cute. And I love your everything."
We all know Trevor is a smart boy, so often he’d just tell you fun facts during the day, either by texting you or when you’re together
When his roots eventually began to show you’d help him re-dye his hair, whilst also trying to convince him to add some colour in there
He’d always bring you to events because it was sorta like getting time off work (although it 100% wasn’t) and he loves spending time with you
Hand holding! His hands are bigger than yours and it makes him happy knowing you’re right next to him
Also he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand whenever you hold hands
When you cuddle he rests his head on yours, which leads to many forehead/hair/temple etc kisses
And you can hear his heat beat just that little bit faster when you snuggle in closer
You have a cork board hanging up in your shared apartment - probably in the bedroom - which is full of memories from your relationship, like saved movie tickets, photo booth photos and polaroids and sometimes you just stare at it and smile
A Trevor tsf, reader surprises him at work with lunch and/or coffee?
“Hey, babe,” Trevor greets you as you plant a kiss on his cheek, not yet turning away from his editing.
“Hey yourself,” you fire back with a smile, placing the coffee down in front of him. His tired eyes widen, looking from the coffee cup to you with a grin as he quickly saves his work and takes a sip.
“You, my love, are a lifesaver,” he almost sighs out, and you lean over the back of his chair to wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“You big sap… aren’t I always?”
He laughs, murmuring, “Every time,” as he turns his head to quickly place a kiss on your cheek. “See you after the podcast?”
“You know it,” you reply, pulling away and tousling his hair before making your way out of the office.
Author’s Note: There wasn’t a request for this, but I was spiraling pretty badly tonight and this was the only way I could think of to cope, so this flash fic happened. I promise we’re still working on requests though! - Mod Emily
“(Y/n)?”
You could hear Trevor’s voice from where you were, curled up under the sheets, and his voice seemed to ring through the silence as you didn’t respond. Hell, you weren’t even sure if you could respond, shallow breaths heaving in your chest, and you found yourself pulling the blankets closer.
“Hey, (y/n), you home?” he continued to call out before murmuring, “I could’ve sworn they said they’d be home by five tonight…”
As his footsteps neared the bedroom, your panic only seemed to grow. You didn’t know what to say to him, how to explain yourself, and most of all, you were terrified of anyone seeing you this vulnerable. The tears that had merely been stinging your eyes began to spill over, and you caved in around yourself. Please, fuck, please, your thoughts were in a chaotic disarray, you couldn’t piece anything together, all you knew was that they had your heart pounding.
The bedroom door creaked open, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up, soft whimpers mixing in with your far too rapid breaths. “Babe, are you— are you alright?”
You let out a small sob at that, and you felt the bed dip down beside you as he pulled the covers back. You were still turned away from him, curled in on yourself, and he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, can you look at me?” he asked carefully, his hand lightly pulling your shoulder, and you fought against the motion, further folding around yourself. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he murmured, his hand moving instead to rub your back. “I’ll be here, just, take your time.”
You continued to sob quietly, shuddered breaths escaping you, and he whispered soft words of comfort, words you weren’t quite able to process in your state. Eventually, it all became too much, you needed someone to hold you, you needed him, and you turned to face him. His warm brown eyes met yours, and you reached out to him, gripping at his shirt and pulling him closer.
He quickly shifted to lie down beside you, and you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his waist, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. “Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, his arms holding you as close as possible, “what’s wrong?”
“I—” you took in another gasping breath, which only turned to a sob as it left you. “I don’t… know, I don’t know, I— I can’t— I can’t— everything is so, so fucking terrifying, and I know— know it doesn’t make any sense, there’s no— no fucking reason to be scared, but I can’t stop it.” Your face was fully burrowed in his shirt, voice hoarse as you cried, “Trevor, I can’t make it stop!”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, (y/n),” he assures you, one of his hands moving to cradle your head against his chest. “I’m right here, just, just breathe with me, alright?”
He counted out breaths, lengths you couldn’t keep up with at first, and more tears continue to fall. Every breath you took was shallow, gasping, and your lungs ached; and yet, as you focused on his words, on the steady beat of his heart, you found your breaths slowing, each fuller than the last. Eventually, your sobs faded to soft hiccups, and your eyes ran dry, faintly burning.
“You feelin’ better?” he murmured, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze. When you nodded, he held you closer, letting out a sigh as he rubbed your back softly. Your body ached, exhausted, and a tremor ran through you. “How can I help?”
“Stay with me?”
He squeezed you tighter, his voice soft as he replied, “You know I always will.”
“Trevor, I swear, it was an accident,” you insisted, kicking off your shoes as the two of you stepped into the apartment. “I got distracted for a second and then as soon I stepped away from you, he swooped in; but I promise, it was just, he went for the hug and I didn’t know how to get out of it.”
“I don’t know, maybe say ‘no’? Go for the handshake?” he let out a huff of air, bending down to unlace his shoes as he muttered, “Do whatever you can to not end up in your ex’s arms?” You sighed, opening your mouth to respond when he added, “Just throwing out ideas here.”
“Dude, what the hell is with the attitude? It’s not like he kissed me or anything,” you tried to reason with him, but he didn’t even glance at you as he walked toward the kitchen, so you resorted to following after him. “Trev, come on, will you just— will you just listen to me?”
He turned to face you, so quickly it caused you to jump, and you bumped into the counter as he suddenly towered over you. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love him anymore.” His voice shook, and it was then you realized he was tearing up, his hands actually trembling at his sides. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, that Trevor could ever imagine you loved anyone but him, and when you still hadn’t spoken, he continued, “(Y/n), please.”
One of your hands moved to cup his cheek, the other taking his hand as you assured him, “Trevor, it’s only you. Honestly, I’m not sure I ever loved him in the first place.” You brushed your thumb along his cheekbone, gently squeezing his hand as he let out the breath he’d been holding.
“You sure?” His voice was small as he asked, and though you knew where he was coming from, it still stung.
“Listen, I know how easy it is to get insecure, believe me, but there has to be enough trust here for you to know that my heart is yours, and only yours.”
He shifted his feet, giving you a smile that looked more like a grimace as he said, “I— I’m sorry, (y/n), I just… I knew I could get jealous sometimes, but, fuck… seeing you in his arms, this— this fear just took over and, god dammit, I know that my trust should outweigh my fear, but sometimes… sometimes it just doesn’t.”
Though it hurt to hear, you knew that if you were in his position, you would feel the exact same way. Unable to find the right words to say, you instead let go of his hand and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss. His hand moved to your waist almost immediately as he deepened the kiss, and after a few moments, you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against his with a soft murmur of, “I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
He kissed you again, pulling you close against him, almost desperately holding onto you; and you didn’t pull away, didn’t try to continue the very necessary conversation. You just kissed him back, fingers tangling in his hair as you were just as desperate to keep him close.
