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[takeyourfic]

Surprise?

It’s time for another birthday fic!! Happy birthday to Amy!! Here’s some Trevor love!! Hope you enjoy your bevs and wings!! xx

"Holy shit!" You cover your face with your hands and cower a little closer to Trevor. "I hate this!"

"Why are you here watching it then?" Trevor laughs and bumps you with his shoulder, glancing over at you and grinning.

"You invited me over, you ass!" You shove him, lightly, and then drop your hands. As soon as your hands leave your face you jump and shriek, ducking down behind Trevor. He laughs again and you playfully smack his arm.

"That's true, but I did tell you it'd be a scary game," he says, matter-of-factly. "So no smacking!"

"No!" You raise your voice slightly and smack his arm again. "I asked you if it would be a scary game and you said, 'Would I do that to you?'"

"Okay. Okay." He rubs his arm and flinches away from you. "But you said that I would do that to you. And then you came over anyways." He shrugs and goes back to the game. "So really this is your own fault."

"Fine. You win." You pout and peek out from behind him. "Why do you enjoy torturing me?" Your voice is now coming out in a whine.

"This is providing some quality content, (y/n)." He chuckles and turns to face you. "You're going to make me famous." He grins his signature grin and you settle back down in your seat. You huff and cross your arms, leaning back in your chair.

"Wait!" You yell, raising one finger, as if you had just solved a grand mystery, and lean forward. "You're using me?" You gasp and put a hand on your heart, feigning shock. "How dare you?" You shake a finger at him and attempt not to break character, but a small smile breaks through your facade.

"It's not using you if you're getting something in return, babe." Trevor smirks and winks at you, raising an eyebrow suggestively. You stare at him with wide eyes, your face reddening, and then glance at the computer screen. He stares back at you, confusion washing over him and then it hits him. He follows your gaze to the screen in front of him and the two of you watch as comment after comment runs across the screen.

"Uhm..." You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Your face reddens further and you start to stand up, but Trevor stops you, grabbing your arm.

"Okay. Well, now that you all know..." He pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, and presses his lips against yours. When he pulls away, he grins at you and then turns to the camera, shrugging. "Surprise?"

[takeyourfic]

I've been having a rough few weeks, can I please get some Trevor Collins fluff please? PS. Love your writing!

Sorry this took so long! I hope this week has been better for you! Thank you so much for the compliment! xx

Word Count: 598

“Hey, babe?” You hear Trevor enter the living room. You mumble something resembling a reply, but you don’t look away from your computer screen. “Why are you still up?” He asks, yawning and stretching his arms high above him. You finish the sentence you’re on and then turn to look at him.

“I have to finish this paper by seven o'clock in the morning,” You reach out towards the coffee table and grab your coffee cup, holding it up to your lips to take a sip. As the coffee reaches your lips, you quickly realize that it’s gotten cold. Promptly spitting it out, you make a disgusted noise and hold the cup out towards him. “Refill?” You put on your sweetest smile and a voice to match.

“Of course.” He smiles back at you, sleepily, and trudges out of the room to head to the kitchen. You spin around in your chair to face your computer again. Re-reading the last sentence you wrote, to remember where you were, you start typing again. A few minutes later you hear Trevor shuffle back into the room with you. You glance up at him as he sets your coffee cup down on the table in front of you.

“Thank you,” you start, noticing how tired he looks. “Why don’t you go back to bed, babe?” He runs a hand through his hair and then grins at you, sluggishly stepping closer to you. When he gets to you, he lays down on the couch behind you. He stretches out and wraps his arms around your waist. “You going to sleep out here?” You giggle when he buries his face into your back and hums.

“I want to cuddle with you,” he mumbles into your shirt. “And you’re not in bed.” He holds an index finger up, as if he’s trying to prove a scientific theory. “So if I want my cuddles, which I do, I have to stay out here.” You can feel him smile against your back, satisfied with his answer. He drops his hand, draping it over your leg.

“Well I won’t argue with that,” you laugh quietly. “Just don’t blame me if you’re kept up by my loud typing.” He laughs a little and then kisses your back.

“I won’t,” he mumbles and then kisses your back again. You lean over and dim the lamp on the end table next to the couch. Returning to your paper, you click on the second tab that you have open. You read through the article, slowly, trying not to miss anything. Your hand lazily strokes Trevor’s arm, using the other hand to scroll down the page as you read. He sighs in approval and before long you hear his breathing get slightly deeper, soft snores passing his lips every once in awhile.

You read articles and type sentences for the next hour, all the while enjoying Trevor’s warmth on you. When you finally finish your paper, you gently close your laptop, attempting to be quiet. You breathe out a sigh of relief and look at the clock. Five o'clock in the morning. You decide that you may as well let Trevor sleep, so you lie on the couch with him, curling into his arms.

“This is what I wanted all along,” He grins, languidly, and pulls you close to him. He lightly strokes your hair and kisses your forehead, whispering, “Now go to sleep.”

[takeyourfic]

Can you maybe do treyco helping a reader with an anxiety attack or something along those lines? I really love your writing and I am beyond and anxious mess

Oh no! I hope you feel better! Panic attacks are never fun! xx

Word Count: 685

Warnings: Panic attack

Your mind is racing, going over all the reasons that you can’t let this happen. The many reasons that you can’t have a panic attack. You’re not getting your work done. What if someone sees you like this? You don’t want anyone to see you like this. Curled up under your desk. It’ll make them uncomfortable. What about Trevor? If someone finds you like this, Trevor will have to deal with that too. You’re an adult and you’re hiding. It’s embarrassing. It’ll be embarrassing for him. This can’t happen. Not right now. Not here. At work. In the middle of the day.

You hear the door to your office open and you bring your knees in closer to your chest, trying to be as quiet as you can. You hear the footsteps getting louder as they grow closer to you. Your chest is getting tighter and you wrap your arms around your legs. Don’t see me. Don’t see me. Leave. You attempt to will them away.

“(y/n)?” You hear a voice whisper. You’re taking shorter breaths now, your head buried in your knees. “Hey, babe.” The voice is right next to you now. You peak over and see Trevor crouched beside you. He reaches over and puts a hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles.

“T-Trevor?” You choke out, tears now flowing from your eyes. He holds a finger to his lips and shushes you softly. Then he reaches up and turns your desk lamp off, so that the only light entering the room is some sunlight coming through the blinds.

“It’s okay.” He sits on the floor and pulls you towards him. He sits you in between his legs, your back against the desk, facing him. “Can you do me a favor and hold these for me?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his car keys. You nod your head, sniffling, as he takes one of your hands in his and then places the keys in your palm. “Thank you.” He smiles sweetly at you. “Now I know I’m asking a lot of you right now, but I really need you to help me count.” You look at him in confusion. “I’m curious to know how many of the individual blinds there are on the window over there.” He points behind him and off to the right a little. “I know it’s silly, but I could really use your help.”

“O-okay.” Your voice is still shaky, but you look at the blinds and starts to count. “One.” You’re subconsciously tracing the keys in your hand. “Two.” Trevor puts his hands on your shoulders and starts to massage them. “Three.” Your breathing is becoming easier now and by the time you get halfway through counting them, you’ve stopped crying and you are breathing regularly again. You pause and look at him. Now that your mind has cleared a bit, you understand what he was doing.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, wiping the last few tears off of your cheeks. You smile, nodding, and wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Are you embarrassed?” You mumble into his shirt, after a moment of silence.

“Why would I be embarrassed?” He replies and you shrug, still clinging to him. “Look at me.” He holds your face in his hands, making you look him in the eye. “I will never be embarrassed of you. You haven’t done anything to be ashamed of.” He kisses you lightly on the forehead. “I think that you should be the one embarrassed of me.” He grins and you laugh at him, shaking your head back and forth.

“Thank you, Trevor.” You give him another hug.

“I’ll always be here, (y/n).” He leans down and presses his lips to yours. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

[takeyourfic]

Hi, could I please get some TreyCo fluff! Thanks :)

I would love to write you some Trevor Collins fluff! He’s great! xx

Word Count: 388

“(y/n), you look like you could use a break.” Trevor says as he enters the room.

“Hey, you!” You glance up at him and smile. “Didn’t you just leave for lunch?” 

“Yeah. At eleven and then I went to a meeting.” He gives you a concerned look. “I’ve been gone for almost two hours.”

“It’s been that long?” You look up at the clock on the wall in front of you. “I’m just trying to finish up a few things.” You gesture to the sticky notes on your planner next to you. “I guess I lost track of time.” You shrug and return to your work.

“A few?” He laughs and picks up the planner. “There are like seven things here.” He puts it back down and pulls over a chair to sit, dropping his stuff to the floor.

“Well I’m behind.” You sigh dramatically, “My boyfriend wanted me to take a week off last week so that we could “relax” and spend some time together outside of work.”

“What an awful, mean, guy.” He grins at you and scoots a little closer to you. “Maybe you should dump him?” You stop what you’re doing and turn in your chair to face him.

“You know?” You start, “He is kind of annoying. I think I will.”

“Ah yes. He is definitely annoying, but if you break up with him who’s going to bring you food when you accidentally skip lunch?” He reaches down and picks up a bag, handing it to you.

“Panera Bread?” You open the bag excitedly and then smirk at him. “Alright alright.” You pause, setting the bag on your desk “I changed my mind. I’m keeping him.”

“Oh thank God!” He puts his hand on his heart and fakes a sigh of relief. “I thought I was a goner.” He leans in, “You do have to pay for the food though.”

“Are you still accepting kisses as currency?”

“Yes, but only from you. When Miles heard that was a viable option… Let’s just say that I won’t be picking up food for him anymore.” You laugh and then give him a quick kiss.

“Now that is something I’d pay money to see!”