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[trecotrash]

I Should Tell You

A/N: Logged on in the first time in forever and finished a draft. 

Pairing:  Trevor Collins x Reader

Description: I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine...I should tell you (I really don’t know how to put an actual description to this besides the two song lyrics)

Inspired by I Should Tell You from Rent

You stormed out of the restaurant and wrapped your coat around you.

“(Y/N), wait!” You kept walking as someone jogged up to you. “(Y/N), just-”

“Just what, Trevor?” you asked as you stopped in your tracks. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed and continued you walk to God-knows-where. “(Y/N), what are you talking about?” he inquired as he caught up to you. 

“Oh, you know, just the fact that you invited me to a company party only to ignore me all night long,” you argued. “Look, I get it if you’re not ready for a serious relationship, but that’s a pretty shitty thing to do to someone.” He grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “What?”

“I know,” he sighed. “I know what I did was shitty, and it’s no excuse. All tonight I’ve been trying. I swear. It’s just that...I’ve got a lot of baggage.”

“So does everyone else!” You took a deep breath. “Including me,” you added on. His eyes softened as he loosened his grip on you. Your gaze switched from him to the ground. “Life’s too short to waste any moment on dwelling on it.”

“Well, what’s your baggage?” he questioned.

“Why? It’s not like you care anyways,” you snorted. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. “But what if I do?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe then I would tell you that I have shit luck when it comes to love.” 

His hand slid down from your wrist to your hand, and he intertwined your fingers. He took a step closer. “What else?” You ran a hand through your hair and shook your head. “(Y/N), what do you mean by that?” he asked. “Because so far, you sound like every other 20-something-year-old.” You rolled your eyes at his statement. “Look, I’m not perfect, but at least I’m trying.”

“Are you really though? Because from what I’ve seen, you left me to fend for myself,” you told him. “You can’t expect me to tell you my fucked up life in exchange for you to feel better about yourself.” You pulled your hand away. “That’s not how this works.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” 

“I don’t know!” you screamed. He flinched and took a step back. “I’m just looking for baggage that goes with mine, okay?”

“(Y/N), I-”

“Save it,” you interrupted. “It’s clear that you’re not willing to share.” You turned around and started to walk.

“Wait,” he called out. “I should tell you that I’m a disaster.” You stopped in your tracks. “I have a whole story that I’ve never told anyone.

You sighed and turned around. “You have one minute.” He grabbed your hand and took you to a nearby bench. 

After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to go over my story,” he admitted. “I forget how to begin it.”

“You have thirty seconds left, and I have yet to be in it,” you attempted to joke in order to help him feel a bit more comfortable. “If it makes you feel any better, that night when our apartment complex had a power outage, I blew the candle out just so I could get back in.“

He chuckled. “Well up until your candle burned my skin, I had forgotten how to smile.” You cracked a small smile. “If I’m being completely honest, I’m still trying to get to a place where I can trust someone,” he said. 

“And if it’s anything to you, I’m still learning to trust people too,” you confessed. “What made you stop trusting people?”

“Just...my last girlfriend cheated on me,” he told you. “What about you?

“Every single person I’ve met essentially used me to either get to someone else or just for a good fuck.” He took your hand in his and squeezed it tight. “It’s sorta hard believing someone actually wants something real with you when everything before that has been so shitty.”

He took a deep breath. “(Y/N), I want you to know I’d never use you like that.”

“Trevor,” you sighed.

“I mean it,” he reiterated. “I would never hurt you. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. You find yourself looking out onto the street in front of you. 

Soon enough, you both turned toward each other and said, “I should tell you-”

You bit your lip as he motioned toward you. “You first,” he said. 

“It’s just, I like where this is going,” you breathed out, “but I’m afraid to fall.” 

“Even if you know I’ll be there to catch you?” 

You shook your head. “You’re missing the point. I’m afraid because I don’t know if you’ll be there to catch me,” you told him. “I just...Trevor-”

“(Y/N),” he interjected. “I won’t let you crash and hit the ground. We’ll never know where this goes unless we try though.”

You cocked your head to the side. “What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying, let’s give this a real shot.”

[5lbsofsmarties]

1 WITH TREYCO PAH-LEASE 😍

Word Count: 326Nuzzling Kiss

Thirty eight hours.

Trevor had been awake and traveling from the other side of the world for thirty-eight hours. When he finally arrived home you could almost see every hour etched into the dark circles under his eyes. But that didn’t stop him from hugging you tightly and asking how your week without him had been; even if every other word was punctuated with a stifled yawn.

Without a word, you all but dragged him further into the house and to the living room where you urged him to lay down on the couch with you. You knew that he had to be physically and mentally exhausted not just from the trip home but the insane schedule that he had while over in Australia. So, you laid back on the couch and allowed him to stretch out along with you. His erratic hair tickling the underside of your chin.

You reached out for the remote and found something to put on the television, mostly as background noise, as all you really wanted to do was look at him. It had been a long week without him home and while the pictures and videos posted online were nice, having here in person was so much better.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” he mumbled, lifting his head.

Trevor’s dark brown eyes opened and closed slowly, the light of the television reflecting within them and I sort of smiled. He stared at you in confusion, blinking, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek.

“Nothing."

You tried to hide your smile as best as you could. He rolled his eyes and nuzzled into your shoulder. You could feel reverberation from his chest as he shifted to press a soft, warm kiss to the hollow of your throat before he completely laid his head back down. After a few agonizing minutes as you were fearful to stir and disturb him, you felt him go limp and you smiled, cradling him to your chest.

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Holiday Flash Fics: Day 6

Pairing: Trevor Collins x Reader

Prompt: “You wrapped yourself as a present for a joke but honestly you’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Word Count: 521

Requester: Anonymous

Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!

“Hey, Babe! Can you come here!”

You sighed setting down the dish you finished scrubbing on the drying rack. You were sure whatever Trevor was calling you for was complete nonsense but you still smiled as you called back, “Coming!”

You walked out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom where you could already here crinkling of paper and your boyfriend’s giggle.

You burst out laughing as soon as you saw him. He was covered head to toe in wrapping paper, complete with the bow on top of his head.

“How did you even manage to do this?” You asked, crouching down beside him.

Luckily, he was smart enough not to wrap his face, “A little skill and a lot of rolling around in tape.”

“You’re such a dork,” you kneeled down beside him before leaning down to kiss him. You laughed against his lips as you heard the wrapping paper rip so he could free his arms and wrap them around you. He pulled you down so you were chest to chest. You spent a good few minutes on the floor making out. Both of you giggling any time the paper crinkled.

You had most of the paper off by the time the two of you were done. You were about to start working on his shirt when the timer for the oven went off.

“Leave it,” Trevor mumbled, his and sliding up your shirt.

You groaned, “As much as I would love that, I really don’t want the firefighters who would come try to save the kitchen walking in on me naked.”

“I don’t mind as long as I’m naked too,” Trevor have you a cheeky grin and you slapped him playfully.

“Ow,” he laughed rubbing his shoulder as you got off of him.

You rushed to the kitchen to pull the dinner out of the oven.

As soon as it was safe and cooling, Trevor rushed in and scooped you up so he could set you on the counter and he could kiss you. You laughed and returned the kiss, “Okay but only until dinner is cooled off. I worked hard on it.”

“Deal,” Trevor mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back for a minute and held Trevor’s face in your hands.

“What?” he chuckled as you admired him.

“Just,” you let out a happy sigh, “I’m so lucky.”

Trevor’s smile grew, “I’m the lucky one. You’re the one that said yes when I asked you out.”

“I was lucky you asked me out,” you grinned, trying to one up him.

“I was lucky when you said yes again,” Trevor gave you a sly look.

“Yes again? Yes to what?” you gave him a confused look.

Trevor let go of you for a second to rifle through his pocket, “I was going to wait until Christmas but right now seems like the perfect time.” You watched curiously as Trevor finally pulled something out of his pocket. He opened the box and you gasped upon seeing the ring.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Of course!” you shouted, tackling him in a hug, nearly falling off the counter in the process.

[rt-reader-inserts]

Valentine

Pairing: Trevor Collins x Reader

Word Count: 2,391

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.

If it was with him, anyways.

[trevorcollumns]

A Good Sleep

Pairing: Trevor C x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1800+

Warnings: swearing, a joke about a car crash

A/N: my first attempt at writing in 3 years, do me a favour and please let me know how I did lmao

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Seven goddamn thirty.

You click the B team office closed, arm the lock, and open Twitter as you shoulder open the door to the main office.

“Hey, I’m off now. I’ll pick up those SD cards in the morning - Trevor?”

You don’t see him at first, across the room at his desk, slumped over with his head cradled in his crossed arms. He hadn’t been one hundred percent today, but you didn’t realise it was this bad. The soft snores you hear tell you otherwise. You drop your bag on the couch and tread carefully through the trash pile at the back of the room. “Trev?”

He stirs and mumbles what might be a “what’s up,” but remains facedown in his keyboard.

“Come on, you’re going home right now.” You reach to place your hand on his back, but your stomach flip-flops at the thought, so you settle for the back of his chair. Swaying it lightly, you reach for his mouse to save his work and shut down the computer.

Trevor rouses to swat at your hand clumsily, “S’fine, Y/N, I just- I gotta finish this.” He sits upright and stretches, and you have to bite back a smile at the face he pulls. However, when he slumps backwards into his chair and rubs at his face, you frown at the bags under his eyes. Looking up at you, he gives you a dopey smile, “Is it that bad?”

You open your mouth to kindly object, but Trevor laughs at bit, and you do too. “Yeah, it’s that bad,” you admit. You know you have that stupid kind-of-fond, kind-of-pitiful smirk going on, but you let it stay there. “These emails will be here tomorrow, and you need sleep. So do I. Go home so I can sleep in peace.”

“Ah, well, I wouldn’t want to keep you up at night,” Trevor teases as he stands up.

Heat creeps up your neck and cheeks - oh please, like you don’t already . He yawns and stretches again, and you have to turn away your face as your blush deepens. You’re searching for something to say when he drops his stretch and claps his hands on his thighs.

“Fuck,” he sighs, his shouldered slumped and eyes trained unfocused on the floor.

You smirk again, “Fuck?”

“Yeah,” he smiles at you sheepishly as he collects his stuff from his desk, “Thanks for checking in. I would have been here all night.”

“I’m sure. And it’s no worry.” You regard him as he rubs at his face again, “Are you alright to get home?”

Trevor jingles the keys hooked on one of his fingers.

You laugh. “No. No, you cannot drive like this. Not in this weather.”

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just-”

“Nope. You’re ten minutes from mine. If something happened to you, I’d never sleep again.” You make your way back to the other side of the office, grab your bag from the couch and hold the door for him. “Let’s go.”

You watch him process your words for a beat, then pocket his keys and follow you to the door. “Yes, ma’am.”

The walk to your car is comfortably quiet, albeit the slight drag of Trevor’s feet and the little yawns he tries to stifle. You steal glances at him, disguised as concern as he lags behind you a little through the corridors of Stage 2. You’re unable to help yourself - Trevor is stunning twenty four hours a day seven days a week, but you’ve never seen him so sleepy. His mussed hair and heavy lidded eyes have you blushing for no good reason, and pushing away some persistent thoughts.

Outside, it’s well past dark and freezing, and you both pick up the pace as you dig your keys out of your bag. Your car isn’t far, and Trevor laughs as he moves a plate with the crumbs of this morning’s breakfast from the passenger seat before he climbs in. “Relatable,” he grins at you.

“Gotta do what I gotta do to be on time. Can’t let the boss down.” You flash him a teasing smile, turn on the heating, put your car in gear, and head for the gates.

As you do, Trevor scoffs. “Impossible.” He fiddles with your stereo, and your playlist from this morning quietly fills the silence. “Good stuff,” he murmurs and sinks into his seat, head back and eyes closed to the street lights now passing overhead.

“Big weekend, then?” you query.

He turns his face towards you, eyebrows raised in question. “Hmm?”

“It’s Monday and you’re dead to the world, Trev.”

“Oh,” he laughs, “I, uh, guess I got a little too invested in Hell’s Kitchen reruns last night.”

You look at him incredulously. “One half of me wants to say fair play, the other half wants to say you’re an idiot.”

“Fair play.”

You laugh, a good proper laugh, and Trevor does too, and you feel good - light, and giddy. The laughter is passing when you feel his gaze on you. Still giggling, you tear your eyes from the road to find him watching you with another dopey smile. “What?”

Trevor starts a little, like you’ve interrupted a thought. A beat goes by, and his smile returns. “You’re the prettiest Uber driver I’ve ever had.” He looks pleased with himself for the joke.

Your grin falters for a split second while you internalise the remark. “Mm, good one,” your grin returns, but your knuckles are white where you grip the steering wheel.

“No, really. I, uh, I mean it.” This time when you look at him, his smile is gentle and ernest.

“Oh.” You’re taken aback, and the shade of red you’re sure you’re turning is mortifying, but you glance back at him nonetheless, “Thanks, Trev.”

“Any time.” Trevor says confidently. When you look at him again, he’s staring out the passenger window. It could be the brake lights from the car in front of you, but his cheeks seem to glow just as red your own.

You let him dooze the rest of the way.

With your quiet music and Trevor’s low breathing, you find yourself on autopilot, reliving his words and chewing your lip until swells. Are you overthinking it? Could it really be that simple? Your crush on Trevor had been with you so long it had become more a casual avocation than the pining it had been. Sometimes you thought you’d worked past it - for the better. He’s your boss now, after all.

And now, this. Fuck.

You’re surprised when you find yourself pulling onto Trevor’s street. You shake his shoulder gently, “Where’re we at?”

He rubs the sleep from his face, answering you through a yawn, “Uh, it’s right up here on the left.”

You pull up outside his place, familiar from the time or two you’d visited for game nights. You leave the engine running.

“Well, goddamn, were you right about me not driving home, huh?” Trevor unbuckles himself and gathers his things in his lap. He’s smiling at you, cheeky again.

You hum in mock contemplation. “I’d say you would have been a goner around about the North Loop.”

“Hey now, I would have gotten further than that.”

“Dead meat either way. You were out like a light.” You’re smug, and you can’t help it, “Good thing I’m a good person.”

He opens his door, “You’re an amazing person, actually.” And he’s out on the street and coming around the back of your car before you can get a word in. You’ve barely closed the shocked little ‘o’ on your lips when he’s tapping your window. Cheeks still pink, you wind it down for him.

“An actual saint,” he continues, “I owe you one. Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“My pleasure. The pictures I may have snapped on the way make it all worth it,” you tease. “Very cute.”

He cringes, “Yikes. Did I drool?”

“Just a little.” You grin and lean towards him, against your door.

“How charming of me.” He runs his hand through his hair, a habit you could never look away from. His tired eyes catch the warmth of the streetlight, and his cheeks are flushed from the cold. His breath clouded by the frost about his head make you think of a halo - you smile at him softly.

“What?” His smile is nervous.

You almost don’t say it. Instead, you steel yourself, swallow what feels like your heart in your throat, and say brightly, “You’re the prettiest passenger I’ve ever had.”

Trevor’s surprise melts to something softer as he looks at the ground, then back to you, “You’re a dork.” It’s that dopey smile again.

You give an exaggerated shrug, “Yeah, but I’m right, so…”

He laughs. He’s shivering now, even in his coat, and it’s well past eight thirty. You’re about to say goodnight when he speaks.

“Do you want to get lunch together tomorrow?”

“I, uh - like, lunch lunch?”

“Like a date, yeah, if you want.”

Your heart’s in your throat again, beating ten million miles an hour, but somehow you manage to get “I’d love to,” around it.

Trevor laughs with what sounds like a little touch of relief, “That’s that, then.”

“Sure is,” you smile, thankful that you at least sound like you’re not losing your mind. “Hey, go get some sleep. You need it bad”

“Yeah, sleep sounds good.” He runs his hand through his hair once more before shoving it back in his pocket and stepping back onto the curb, “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Back at you!”

You watch him turn and make his way across his front yard. He gets halfway before he stops and turns back, shaking his head.

“You alright?” you call.

“I forgot something.”

You look over your shoulder at your passenger seat, which is empty. “Trev, I think you’ve -”

You turn to lean out your window to him again, but Trevor’s already there, taking your face in his hands and kissing you squarely on the lips. In the moment it takes you to process what’s happening, you feel him start to pull away. Before he can, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, and place the other on his shoulder, anchoring him right where you need him. You feel his smile against your own and every part of you is humming. You deepen the kiss, until you feel his tongue swipe gently at your bottom lip, and you want to, you so badly want to open your mouth to Trevor, but now’s not the time, so you don’t. You pull yourself away to look up at him. “Was that it?”

He’s breathless and flushed and starry-eyed, a mirror image of yourself. “Yeah,” he murmurs, “That was it.” He strokes your cheek before he takes his hands from your face, and you do the same. For moment, all either of you can do is stare at each other, short of breath and beaming. Trevor takes a step back onto the curb, but his gaze doesn’t leave your face, your dopey smile. “Night, Y/N.”

“Have a good sleep, Trev.”

[rtscrobbles]

I was wondering if you could write a Trevor x reader where they are in a relationship and one of them gets into an accident? I know you like to write sad stuff from time to time

 WARNING: kinda graphic car accident

  It was a normal day, Trevor left for work dead on 8:00am and you cocooned yourself in the soft sheets, treasuring the precious moments of sleep you had left before you yourself had to get up for work. You worked in a local comic book store, it was honestly the best job you had. You were treated properly, paid a decent wage and it was an overall happy environment where everyone looked out for each other. 

  Just as you convinced yourself to get a few more minutes of sleep, you were greeted by the pleasant ringing of your alarm. You stretch your arm over and turn off the alarm, a yawn escaping your mouth. You weren’t a morning person, and neither was Trevor but somehow he got up early without a hassle. 

   You got dressed and ready for work, grabbing a little something to get as you head out the door. You liked to get to work early, you had a bit of anxiety about being late for work because you didn’t want to loose your job. As you were driving the same road you drove every single day to get to work, there was a sinking feeling that you just couldn’t shake. 

You assumed that it was because you hadn’t really had time to wake up yet. 

You were now at an intersection, it was quiet for what it normally was. As the lights turn green, you cautiously edge the car across the line, looking both ways as you cross to the other side. Before you had time to react, a car had smashed into the side of your car that was exposed, essentially leaving the car t-boned as it was pushed with the sheer force of the impact. 

  Your head hit the steering wheel, just as the air-bag had been let go. Your head rested against the white air-bag as blood trickled from your nose and a gash in your head. In the distance, you could hear the faint sound of sirens...

     You woke up, your head felt like you just had the worst migraine of your life. Everything felt weird, your head felt cloudy and everything seemed different. You weren’t at home, you were surrounded by sickly white walls and the faint smell of bleach caught your attention. You look down at your hands, an IV was placed in both your hands; one for blood, the other for morphine. 

   “Y/N, you’re awake?” Your head snaps to the side where the voice came from. You saw a lanky figure sitting there, a smile complacent on his face. You felt a tight knot in your stomach.

   “I’m sorry, but who are you?” 

[karlitaburrito]

Insanity

Pairing: Trevor Collins x Reader

WC: 4,310

Summary: On and Off relationships were something that no one liked but yet you and Trevor have played this game for too long.

Inspiration: 100 Letters by Halsey

Warnings: Angst?

Author’s Note: For like a year now I have been wanting to write again and it’s hard for me to find the motivation to do it again. This is my first fic in years so I would love for some feedback on my writing and how I can improve. This fic is loosely based off of a Halsey song so take it as you will. Enjoy!

As long as you have worked at Rooster Teeth, you have been in an on and off relationship with Trevor. You were originally hired as an editor for Achievement Hunter and back when Trevor was lead editor, he taught you how to work in the office and all the schedules and that’s when you both clicked. There was constant flirting back and forth until he finally asked you out. The beginning of your relationship was honestly amazing. Trevor made you laugh and he was always there for you whenever you needed him and vice versa. Trevor would also do this thing every morning where he would leave you a letter on your desk every morning that would tell you how amazing you are and how he is so lucky to have you and you would keep them in your jean pockets so you can take the letters home.

Things started to go south when you transferred departments from being an editor at AH to being a commentator over at The Know. When Ashley presented the opportunity to you, you just had to take it and when you told Trevor, he seemed happy for you but you knew something was off. He was starting to distance himself from you and he was constantly jealous of some of the guys over at The Know like Jon and Ben. That’s when you broke it off the first time and then a cycle was formed from there. You and Trevor wouldn’t talk for a few weeks maybe two months and then one day you see a letter on your desk with his handwriting and that’s when you cave and take him back. Many people told you to completely break it off because it isn’t healthy for both of you but you just can’t let him go.

One Friday morning, you woke up in Trevor’s bed with his arms wrapped around you after having a movie night with him. We had decided to watch as many Harry Potter movies you guys could before knocking out. You both were only able to watch two and half. You both had just recently gotten back together and this time you’re hoping this will be the one where there will be no break up this time. You didn’t want spend the nights alone again crying on your bathroom floor. You felt his arm hug you tighter meaning Trevor was waking up as well.

“Good morning (Y/N),” he yawned as he gave you a kiss on top of your head. You still feel the same burning sensation every time he kissed you.

“Morning,” you replied back as you untangled yourself from him so you can both start getting ready for work but Trevor’s arm grabbed you before you left the bed.

“No stay here for like 5 more minutes,” he whined as he started to pull you back in and to be honest you just wanted to lay in that bed with him all day but you both had a job to go to.

“You know I would love to but you and I both can’t afford to be late, especially today because you’re on the podcast and I have a bunch of news to pre-record today,” you told him as you finally got out of his grip and start heading over to his drawers to find whatever clothes you have at his place. You heard him groan but he finally got up and headed straight for the shower.

After going through at least four of his drawers, you were only able to find one pair of your jeans. You must’ve cleaned out your stuff during one of the break ups and you just didn’t remember. As you were putting on your pants, you heard a paper crumple in one of your pockets. You took the folded piece of paper out and realize it was one of Trevor’s letters. You don’t even know when this one was given to you because the date and the majority of the letter’s ink is gone from the wash. The only words that made it alive was the last line, “I will love you forever,” and his signature. You smiled finding one of his letters even if it was forgotten in the wash. It’s a reminder of how amazing this relationship can and will be. You put the letter on top of the dresser and then grabbed one of Trevor’s shirts for today.

You heard the water stop running five minutes later and a soaking wet Trevor with only a towel wrapped around his waist comes out. It’s a sight you haven’t seen in awhile and damn did you miss it.

“Have you’ve been working out lately?,” You asked him biting your lip because damn, Trevor is looking pretty great especially his arms. His tight grip that he had on you this morning makes more sense now.

He looked over at you and smirked because of the question, “Yeah I have thank you for noticing,” he responded as walked towards his closet to only take another look at you.

“Isn't that my shirt?” He asked with his eyebrows raised at you. You nodded yes back to him.

“I totally forgot that I took back a bunch of my clothes a while back,” you uttered as you started to look down to the floor.  You hated seeing Trevor’s face whenever you mentioned a break up.

After that, it was quite while both of you finished getting ready for work, neither of you said a word until both of you we're in his car on your way to the office.

“(Y/N) listen,” Trevor sighed as you looked at him ready to listen and he continued, “I know we have been doing this for too long and I'm going to assume that you're just as tired of this game like I am. I want it to work this time, and I think we can make it” he grabbed you hand as he ended his statement and gave it a reassuring squeeze in which I squeezed back.

“I love you (Y/N),” he said and it took you by surprise, this is the first time he’s said it in a long time.

“I love you too Trevor, I always have,” you replied as you both pulled into the office.

Later that day, while you were researching for for a story on upcoming DLC for Destiny you were interrupted by an overtly happy Jon Risinger.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) are we still a go on our lunch date?” He asked spinning your chair and you mentally face palmed because you forgot to tell Trevor in case he wanted to have lunch with you today.

“Let me see, I have to text Trevor,” you explained and you heard Jon groan as you started to type the message.

“He isn't going to be happy about it and you know that,” he stated and you brushed it off.

“I swear he won't be mad this time, he wants it to be different, he wants to make it work,” you told Jon waiting for Trevor’s response.

“What is this now, like the seventh time that you guys have gotten back together? I'm saying this is as your friend but I don't think it's going to be different this time (Y/N), he is going to get mad and start accusing you of cheating and then you guys break up and everyone here will see you sad until he leaves his apology letter,” Jon theorized and you kept look at your desktop trying to work and not wanting to listen but he continued, “YOur relationship with Trevor is literally where that definition of Insanity comes in, where you do the same thing over and over again, expecting different results each time. You can't keep doing this to yourself (Y/N), I get that you want this relationship but how many times have you've both been hurt?” He asked not really expecting an answer from you but just wanting his his question in your thoughts.

As you were about to respond to Jon, your phone vibseerated and you saw that Trevor responded.

I wanted to have lunch with you today :/ … but if you already promised Jon, then I guess it's fine. You'll just have to make it up to me with dinner :)

You saw that the text has some mixed feelings but Trevor would've never agreed to me having lunch with Jon in the past let alone any male co-worker so you took it as progress.

“Look Jon, Trevor texted back saying it’s okay for us to have lunch, he didn't get mad,” you said as you started to to grab your bag to head out for where ever you were going for lunch.

“Whatever you say (Y/N), let me just get my keys, I’m driving,” Jon said defeated. You didn’t want to think about how Trevor’s text seemed negative but you kept telling yourself that this was progress. Trevor was getting better.

A few weeks had gone by since the day Trevor and you talked in the car and things were interesting to say the least in your relationship. There were regular date nights at Trevor’s place where you guys would have dinner and you would either watch a movie or binge on whatever show you would find on your recommended list from Netflix. You didn’t always stay the night but it has been more common recently that you have stayed over and you started to have at least half of your clothes in his drawers now. He has been putting more effort on seeing you over at The Know’s office and you have also taken the time to walk over to your old office as well and see him at work. He has also been leaving you more of his love letters on your desk when ever you were off recording a news story.

Even though the amount of effort that you both are putting in is way more than it has been in the past, your colleagues still had doubts and you couldn’t blame them. Whenever Trevor came around the office and he sees you do a story with Jon or you’re on an episode of Glitch Please with Adam Ellis, he gets really tense and you can feel his eyes on you like daggers. He isn’t like that when you’re with Mica or Ashely, just the guys. He doesn’t say anything or question your relationship with your co-workers like he has done in the past but you can tell that he wants to. Jon and Ashley keep warning you that this is a sign but as always you just ignore them. He is getting better, at least you hoped.

On Sunday morning when you woke up, you had gotten a text from Ashley inviting you and Trevor to her and Burnie’s for their famous Game of Thrones viewing party. You turned over on the bed to see if first Trevor was even awake and then see if he wants to go to the viewing party. You see that Trevor’s eyes are starting to blink rapidly meaning he is starting to wake up.

“Morning love,” you said as you kissed his cheek which he responded by kissing your lips and as always you felt that burning sensation.

“Good morning, now do you care to explain to me why you are up at,” he paused to check his phone, “at 8:37 in the morning?”

“Ashley texted me that her and Burnie are inviting us to their Game of Thrones viewing party tonight. Do you want to go?” you asked him as you sat up on the bed waiting  for his answer.

“That honestly sounds like a fun night, it’s better than us watching here at my place,” He replied getting up stretching out his arms. You smiled at him because going out with your friends was something he wouldn’t have agreed to do before, you text Ashley back saying that both of you will be there.

Later that day, on your way to the party, you were in the passenger seat of Trevor’s car texting some people for The Know who said they were gonna be there when you heard Trevor clear his throat garnering your attention.

“(Y/N), tonight you and I just want to have fun so I just have one thing to ask you for tonight,” he started and you had no idea where he was going with this. He took a deep breath not sure whether or not to continue his question but he continued, “... if any of your male co-workers show up like Jon, Ben, or even Adam, can you please just keep and interactions to a minimum, it would just make me feel better, you understand right?” he finished expecting you to answer right away.

You were in complete shock that Trevor asked you that. Was he actually serious? You looked over at him and you could only see his side since he was focusing on the road, he didn’t see your shocked expression. You want to tell him that he’s insane to even ask that of you but you didn’t want to start this fight. This is how the break up fight starts and lately he has been behaving so much better than he has before in the past. As much as your inner self is telling you that this is the Trevor that you don’t like, but the more you think about how he has been acting and all the effort he has put in the past few weeks, you felt like the least you can do is just do what he i asking for tonight.

“I completely understand, I’ll try to only talk to Ashley and I think she invited Mica as well,” you replied and he sighed out of relief. You should feel relieved too, you just avoided a fight, but you felt uneasy about the whole thing. You just hope that this night will go by fast then.

As you entered the Burns’s residence, you were immediately greeted by a very enthusiastic Ashley who already had an almost empty glass of wine. She offered you some and you declined, you weren’t really in the mood to drink. Trevor went off somewhere with Burnie the minute you guys came in, most likely him just trying to find some beer or food. The episode was about to start and more people were coming in. You saw that Jon was here and you wanted to go say hi and hang out with him because he’s your good friend but you knew Trevor wouldn’t like it if you did.

You decided to go outside and find somewhere to sit and hopefully Trevor will find you. You found a small couch that fits perfectly for two that was behind all the other seating arrangements that were set out in front of the screen. You sat down and took out your phone texting Trevor that you were already sitting down waiting for him. You opened Twitter waiting for him when you felt a weight shift on the couch. You expected it to be your boyfriend but you actually see Jon and his face read that he was concerned.

“You didn’t say hi to me,” he pointed out and you were frozen. You didn’t know where Trevor was and you were scared of his reaction if he saw Jon here.

“I... actually didn’t know you were here,” you lied staring at your phone again so Jon wouldn’t see your face, he can usually tell when you’re lying just from your face.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying right?” he chuckled and you sighed.

“I’m sorry,” you replied and Jon gave you a sympathetic smile.

“I mean, I saw Trevor in the kitchen with Burnie and from the way that you’re acting, I’m going to assume that there is trouble in paradise?” Jon said and you just have no idea how to even respond. You don’t want to admit to him how you were feeling because then any doubts that Jon had about your relationship would ring true and you did not want to hear an ‘I told you so’ right now. Just as you were about to think of something to say, you heard a couch from behind you and you turn your head and there was Trevor with two drinks in his hand. He had a smile but his eyes said something else.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know that we were joing to be sitting with Jon to watch the episode,” He said giving you the drink he most likely made for you.

“We’re not, Jon is just saying hi,” you replied taking a sip. You motioned for Jon to leave the couch but he actually gets more comfortable on the couch.

“Is there something wrong with me joining you two lovebirds?” he asked sarcastically with a sly smile and you just looked at Trevor, not knowing what to do or how to even respond.

“It’s not that there is anything wrong with you sitting with us,” Trevor responded and he paused to take a deep breath and he continued, gritting his teeth, “it’s just, you know, we came here together and so we should sit her together and as you can also see there is no room for all three of us.”

Jon looked at Trevor and then he looked at you and just shook is head. You were so uncomfortable right now and you think Jon picked up on that.

“All three of us know that isn’t the case but I’ll because I can tell that (Y/N) doesn't want me here,” he said getting up and Trevor immediately taking his spot.

Jon turned back and you mouthed 'thank you’ and he gave you a sympathetic smile and then looked back at Trevor and the smile left.

“By the way Trevor, jealousy isn't a good look on you, so I suggest you fix that for the sake of your girlfriend at least,” Jon added before finally going off to find another seat.

Trevor looked at you and he was pissed. You just hid yourself behind your phone just not wanting any of this.

“Did you tell Jon something?” Trevor accused and you just kept ignoring him, waiting for this damn episode to start.

“(Y/N), I'm talking to you, can you show some respect and answer me,” he said irritated and you scoffed at him. Right after he said that Ashley and Burnie announced that episode is starting and that we should quiet down.

“We’ll talk about this at home,” he hissed at you and he diverted his attention to the screen as the Game of Thrones theme song started to play.

After the end of the episode, you and Trevor said your goodbyes. When you said goodbye to Jon, you immediately apologized but he told you that you have nothing to be sorry for. The car ride was quiet and Trevor was holding the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. His eyes never left the road and he had a look that could kill.

The minute you enter his place, Trevor was behind you and he slammed the door and you jumped. You didn't realize how mad he was.

“(Y/N), what the fuck were you and Jon talking about before I showed up?”

“Nothing Trevor, he was honestly just saying hi.”

“I asked for one thing (Y/N), is that you don't talk to them, and you didn't listen,” he stated and that's when you started getting mad.

“Trevor loo-” you started but he cut you off.

“Do you know how much I hate seeing you talk to Jon and every other guy in that office. The way that you guys act around is honestly not oka-”

You interjected because now you were fed up with this bullshit, “Trevor, I'm so fucking tired of this!”

He stopped and looked stunned but you continued, “Do you know how insane our relationship is just because you are insecure about me being in another office that you can't keep an eye on me?! The fact that I’m with you and that I keep getting back together with you should mean that I'm not interested in them!”

“(Y/N),” Trevor sighed and walked closer towards you but you just took a step back.

“I'm not done,” you breathed and took a step back from him, “Someone once told me that our relationship is the definition of insanity,” you paused to breathe and you felt your eyes start fill with tears, “doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result each time.” you finished and it this point you let the tears start to flow.

Trevor took a sharp breath and you saw tears start to well up in his eyes.

“(Y/N),” he cautioned and he took a jagged breath in, “what are trying to say?”

You wiped a few tears from your face and you took a good look at Trevor right now. This is actually going to happen. You’re tired of this game, you can't keep this up anymore and you knew Trevor couldn't do this anymore either.

“I'm saying that I'm done, for good,” you stated and Trevor just lost it.

You started to walk over to his bedroom so you can grab a few of your things and Trevor followed you

“(Y/N) please,” he begged as you started to to grab your clothes, “I love you so much and I promise that I will get better this time.”

“Trevor how many times have you promised me that? I actually thought this time would be different but the fact that you asked me to not talk to my friends just means that you haven't changed. I shouldn’t have to avoid my friends to make you happy,” you cried turning back around and facing him.

“I'm so sorry, please don't go (Y/N), you're everything to me,” he cried as as he gently put both of hands on your face as if trying to calm you down.

You looked into his eyes and you can see the pain in his eyes and it matched the pain you felt. A small part of you believes him, Trevor is perfect in every other way; he made you laugh, he had the same interests in you, and he truly felt like your other half. You both kept looking at each other in a comfortable silence. Whenever tears feel from your eyes, Trevor’s thumbs kept wiping them away. You never wanted to leave but you know you had to. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, Trevor did something unexpected, he brought his face to yours and kissed you.

At first you didn't kiss back but you eventually gave in. He kissed you with so much passion and you loved every moment of it. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip asking for entrance and you let him in and you both got lost within the moment. You felt Trevor’s hands move from your face down towards the hem of your shirt and that's when you snapped out of it.

“Trevor,” you breathed out pulling away from him, “I’m being completely serious when I say I can't do this anymore. I love you so much and I would've given you everything, but we have both been hurt too many times,” you concluded and he just looked broken.

You started to grab that last of your things in his room. Once you were sure that you had everything, you went to the kitchen to find your keys. Trevor followed you like a lost puppy and it just hurt you even more to know that this is how it has to be. Once you found your keys, you took one last look at Trevor and the tears started to well up again.

“I'm so sorry that we couldn’t make it work this Trevor.”

He walked up to you and have put his hands on your face again, wiping away your tears once more. He gave you a long kiss on your forehead and you felt his shaky breath against your skin.

“Please don't go away (Y/N),” he whispered against your skin as you closed your eyes just trying not let more tears come out. You really didn't want to leave but it was for the best. You pulled away from him.

“It's too late Trevor,” you said turning back and leaving his home for the last time.

The next morning you showed up to work tired. You didn’t get any sleep last night at your apartment, you had cried all night. You had texted a few people in your office what happened last night just so no one would ask you anything, you were not in the mood to talk to anyone today. As you were walking to your desk, there were sympathetic smiles thrown your way but the last thing you needed were your co-workers’ pity.

When you arrived at your desk, a very familiar but very unexpected envelope was on top of your keyboard with your name written with his handwriting. You sat down grabbing the envelope. It felt heavy in your hands and tears were starting well up. You just took a deep breath while contemplating on whether or not you should open it. If you opened the letter, you knew that this cycle will start again. Even though he promised you that he was going to change, it was a risk you were not willing to take right now. You opened your bottom drawer of your desk and put the letter away in there. There will be a day that you will open the letter, but today was not that day.

[atinytouchofstardust]

Hey guys! I have just added a masterlist of all my fics on my blog! Hopefully that’ll make them all a little easier to find. They are all links to AO3.

You can get to the masterlist here!

I also have a lot of ideas for fics right now that I’m really excited about!

Thank you all <3

[bellshellsrage]

Scared

{Week 1 of Spooky Month!}

Word Count: 733

Pairing: Trevor Collins x reader

·         “I usually don’t show my human form because I got my head bashed in when I was murdered and I scare people when they see me but you insisted on seeing me and now I regret it because you’re crying and I really like you”

·         “Additionally, I disappeared to hopefully make you feel better but you insisted on seeing me again and as it turns out you were crying because you couldn’t believe someone would do that to me and you’re not scared and whoops–now we’re both crying”

Source: http://thescriptorium.tumblr.com/post/137416610897/ghost-aus

Today was just like any other day. I went to work and came home exhausted to a cold feeling incasing me as I made myself some tea. Sighing, I turned towards the empty room. The coldness dissipated, but came back across my forehead in a calming breeze.

“Thanks. I needed that.” I whispered to no one before walking into my living room with my steaming mug. I could have sworn I saw a person in the stream, but I marked it off as my eyes being overworked.

“I know.” The faint whisper made shivers travel down my spine and I sat up straighter.

“Who are you? Where are you?” I muttered, feeling slightly foolish.

A faint outline of something played with the steam from my mug. “I’m here… Trevor.”

“Okay Trevor. Why can’t I see you?”

The outline faded. “No... Please no.” I nodded in silent agreement, knowing that I would ask again. “What...you know?” His tone was expectant, like he was waiting.

I sighed and leaned back into my couch, pulling a blanket around me. “Why are you…”

“A ghost?” he whispered and I nodded again as the room grew colder. “Murdered. Attacked… someone in the dark… never saw it coming. Then?… then this.”

I shivered at the pain in his voice as my heart clenched in fear, knowing that I was feeling what he must have felt. “Does your family know?”

“Yes… years ago...caught the person. He can’t hurt you.”

“But he already hurt you.” I insisted. The room grew warmer, but I felt him come closer and a hand touched my arm. “Can I… Can I see you?”

Trevor pulled away and I felt the room get warmer still as if he was leaving. “I… don’t want… scare you.” His voice was hard to hear, but it broke my heart anyway.

A long and tense silence fell on the apartment, and I thought that he had left. I started to reach for my book when a tall and thin figure appeared. Standing slowly, my eyes took in every inch of him. He looked like a normal person in jeans and a t-shirt. When my eyes met his, I gasped. Instead of clear and bright eyes of a normal person, two blank slates stared back at me. He had a sad, kind smile that morphed into a frown as my eyes kept travelling. Tears filled my eyes when I saw that his skull was caved in, his dark hair a matted mess on top of his mangled scalp.

“Please…” Trevor pleaded, his voice fading as pain flooded my senses. “Sorry…” he disappeared and I collapsed in a heap on my couch, crying for the sad man.

A week later, I was heating up food and felt the temperature drop suddenly. Turning my head slowly, I saw an arm. “Trevor… you’re back.”

“Scared you… kept away. Safer that way.” His voice was only a whisper.

I turned to face him, my breath catching as I see his head. “You didn’t scare me.”

A wave of confusion hit me as he scowled. “Cried?”

“I was crying because I felt your pain, and you shouldn’t have had to go through that. No one should.” I felt tears prick my eyes again. “I’m sorry that that happened to you.”

Without a second thought, I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. I was instantly cold and shivering, but I felt him hug me back before I felt his sorrow.  “Thank you.” He whispered as he pulled away.

“Trevor? Are you crying?” I muttered.

He nodded but smiled widely. “You… first one not scared.”

I blinked a few times to stop myself from crying more as a kind smile spread across his face and a warmth filled the room. “We’re going to be happy here, you and me.” Trevor nodded before he faded away.

[cowboylikehim]

Smarties-Trevor Collins

Trevor Collins x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

"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."

[the-baewoodchronicles]

The Proposition pt. 2

A/N: Wow this is my first part two! It’s a chapter two to this. I hope you enjoy it- I worked hard as hell on this. Word Count: 2,032 words! Genre: Fluff I suppose Pairing: Trevor x Reader Warnings: Swearing I think.

You groan and roll over, shuffling out from under your blankets as your semi-clouded eyes stare at the wall. For a moment- and only a moment- you forget your surroundings. You forget the fae sitting at the foot of your bed and the strong scent of sickly sweet flowers he had brought with him, and you focus your energy on your sore muscles and the dull ache arching across your forehead from temple to temple. You sigh and stare at the ceiling for a moment- that feels like forever. And then- a hand with poor circulation rests on your shin and shakes your leg lightly.

You stiffen and groan. 

Why would he let you forget he’s here? Of course he wants attention. You pull yourself up to sit on your bed and find his face quite close to yours. However- you aren't quite surprised. The last faerie you’d brought to this realm thought you to be dead and laid their head on your chest, monochrome eyes staring at you intensely only to move when you startled awake.

“So- Trevor..” Your voice is husky and you yawn briefly. “What should we make your story for the- date?” You sigh and move hair from your face, taking deep breaths as you two found comfortable distances and positions on your bed.

“Well, i have studied what you know as rocket science and- people in this realm brag about that don't they?” He stretches his legs- his long legs- in front of him. “I could be some- suave and charming rocket scientist. We could've met- at some charming magic and science debate or- soirée. We danced the night away and I charmed you over a Chinese takeout dinner?” He stands as he speaks and ponders your room. Picking up things and- moving them. Just putting them out of the place you'd desired them. It wasn't- infuriating but it would grate on your nerves sooner or later.

“Chinese takeout wouldn't be my first choice and- I don't go to those ceremonies, I'm not notable.” You tail him and rearrange your belongings, not quite caring if the actions seemed passive aggressive or not. “I like Thai food better. Or you could've made dinner for me.” You shrug. “That would be more romantic, and I love someone who can cook,” You sigh airily.

“Okay- can you stop doing that?” It comes out in an annoyed sigh and to keep your voice close to calm you'd taken to fidgeting with the nearest smooth object which happened to be a tumbled crystal. Your fingers glide effortlessly over the surface, each ridge feeling polished.

“Stop doing what?” He huffs, arching an eyebrow and making a face to say he's above this- above you.

“Moving my shit like you own it,” Your voice is smooth and cool. You roll your eyes and sigh- it's tired, be it physically or mentally, you couldn't be bothered to tell which was more prominent- both contributors, of course.

“Excuse me?” He sets a pop figure down in a sort of bitter compliance meant to be mocking. He crosses his arms and looks you in the eye.

“What exactly did you buy to think you can do this?” The dawning realization that this isn't that deep has hit you. But it's a matter of principle at this point. Not exactly bruised pride but- to prevent the ebb and flow of ounces of alienation in your own home. A long winded justification but ''twas a justification to hold steadfast nonetheless.

With an indignant huff, he sets down your newest piece of makeup and rolls his eyes. Huffing slightly with a breathy ‘whatever’ as he walks away. Part of you feels a twinge of guilt for snapping over something so small but- you don't come into someone's home and start doing that it's just rude to assume you can touch their personal belongings like that- wasn't it? Of course. It's rude to do.

Trevor, without even looking over his shoulder walks out of your room, off to do gods knows what while you stayed in your bedroom, closing the door soon after he leaves.

---

You weren’t completely sure how much time had passed since the ‘incident’ that morning, but it was still day time. You’d finally left your room after time spent staring at your phone and walls, flipping absentmindedly through your grimoire. You weren’t completely sure what you had hoped to find but- you didn’t seem to happen across it. However, the most appealing thing you did see was a tea based spell you’d composed after watching an Overwatch short that had pulled on your heart strings.

Making your way down the short hall that lead into your living room, you’d forgotten for a moment that you weren’t alone. Your heart jumps into your throat when you see his shadow, fear racing through you and adrenaline a moment away from leaking into your bloodstream. Trevor doesn’t even look at you as he clinks a spoon around a glass of diluted sugar-water, just hums to himself with half finished bags of semi-sweet chocolate chips litter the room. You groan with some convoluted emotion halfway between relief and frustration. The realization yet again that you have a guest and that means continuous courtesy and decent clothing- it hurt but it wasn’t as painful as the other scenario of an unsolicited party in your apartment which arguably would be more bothersome than a temporary guest that happened to here on your invitation.

You moved around Trevor, leaving him in a world of his design, doused in sugar and lined in chocolate. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet near his head, he finally looks up, satisfied with how it “dissolved”. You see him out of the corner of your eye, take a sip, and you cringe. How can a being drink that with a straight face? And then eat a fist-full of chocolate- faeries are truly romanticized. You cringe and with a conservative hand pour two teaspoons of sugar- wow Trevor went to town on your sugar- into your mug. You fill it with hot water and stir to dissolve it, humming to yourself.

Trevor watches you- just tracking your motions and making note of how you shift your weight side to side, quite staunchly refusing to break the silence- it wasn’t deafening and didn’t crush him so why would he bother? You seemed to be at peace- or some form of it as you muttered words of power under your breath, stirring clockwise- one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine times. Adding a bittersweet smelling tea bag into the water and a few drops of honey, you put your hands around the mug and under your breath said some phrase one, two, three times. He takes another sip, sugar granules that failed to dissolve sticking to his teeth and grinding against each other. Almost immediately after he eats a few more pieces of chocolate.

“So what was that all about?” His voice is smooth.

“What was what?” You glance back at him.

He gestures to you- your tea.

“That- ritual, I guess.” He shrugs and gestures again, taking another sip.

“Oh- uh just a little...good luck charm.” You nod along to what you say. “For a good day...the strength to get through...fortitude. All of that sweet good stuff.” You move your finger around the rim of the mug, the liquid following your movement.

He huffs a short laugh.

“A little- good morning- today’s going to be a good day and here’s some reasons why-” he holds up the bottle of honey and taps two fingers on your sugar jar. “That’s pretty adorable if you ask me.” He slides next to you- you could’ve sworn he didn’t take a step and yet- here he was. You half grin.

“I didn’t but- thanks. I made it all myself.” You try to seem nonchalant about the air of pride in your voice- it was even rarer to be complimented on it. Trevor grins.

“Oh- you did now?” He’s a little too close- it’s not uncomfortable but your heart pounds. You take sip of your tea. Less than forgiving as it warms your mouth uncomfortably so, almost burning your tongue. The energy slowly seeps through you, warm and loving. Inked flowers upon your shoulder bloom and the sprawling leaves poke out from beneath the sleeve of your shirt. Trevor watches what he can of the show and grins. “Mortal’s come up with the most interesting inventions.” He hums, attempting to trace a finger over the faux foliage only to stop in his tracks when you move away from him. Words are stuck in his throat as you turn to exit your kitchen. One hand holding your mug by the vessel, the other palm up at your shoulder, beckoning an orange to you.

The orange lands in your palm with the grace of a feather dancing in the wind and you hold it in a more natural position as you go into your living space. Sitting cross legged on your couch, you balance your mug on one knee and the orange on the other. Trevor follows suit, looking curiously at you and the and he brings a half empty bag of chocolates. He sits on the coffee table in front of you- his posture devolving from something proper and proud to having his elbows on his knees, half slouched as he eats chocolate by the handful yet again.

You snap your fingers and the skin falls off of the orange. It’s not perfect but the job is done. He grabs a piece of the peel and inspects it between his fingers, even going as far as to bite it. Almost immediately after cringing and making an over exaggerated face of disgust. You try to stifle the short laugh that escapes your mouth and a smile crosses your face.

He looks embarrassed and somewhat flustered as the laugh rings in his ears. He pouts and looks away from you, his face starting to grow flushed.

“Listen,” he starts, “In my realm, these are sweeter than anything you have here and it’s actually good, unlike those sour disappointments.” He tries to pull himself together but sounds more defensive than anything.

“I’m not doubting you, I just think it’s funny how your first instinct is to bite the thing.” You hum and pick apart the fruit, holding out a slice to him. “Won’t you try a piece and see if you like it?” There’s a slight drawl in your voice.

Trevor eyes it curiously and cautiously, with a gentle hand accepts the offer. He takes a bite hesitantly and makes another face- less of disgust, more of conflicting emotions. Suddenly an idea pops into his head. He takes a few chocolate chips and couples them with the next bite of the orange slice he takes and he smiles with a quirk of the eyebrow as if he’d just come across some secret withheld from him for years leading up to this.

You play up the slight disgust you have at the scene that just played out in front of you.

“You’ve got to try this-” He starts and you hold up a hand to halt him.

“That already exists in this realm, and more people hate them than not.”

He squints and takes another slice from you, putting a scant amount of chocolate on top of it and shoving the amalgamation in his mouth.

“Do you like them?”

“Sometimes,” you shrug and eat a slice for yourself.

“More for us then.”

You shrug and nod in agreement, looking over Trevor again- the ethereal features he once had are more downplayed than they were before. His hair had gone from a glowing blonde to a warm brown on it’s way to black and- it fit him. Arguably better than the blond had. His wardrobe even assimilating to something of your realm. He still had this- glow, a shimmer to him. Something that made it hard to look away from him. Which made him grin with a devious air. He winks your way and you take another sip of your tea.

“More for us then.” You echo.

[5lbsofsmarties]

Winter Writing Challenge 2k18: Day 5

Word Count: 292 “What do you mean ‘too many cookies’?” Trevor Collins

The kitchen looked as if some sort of bomb had gone off, but you were much too tired to even think about cleaning it up. From the moment you had gotten up for the day you were in the kitchen making batch after batch of cookies. There were trays and plates and platters piled high with a wide range of delicious treats on all of the formerly available counter space. Looking around the room, you let out a small whine as the thought of cleaning it entered your mind.

Slowly, you eased yourself onto the floor to lean against the cabinets.

“Hey, babygirl, it smells great in he- oh, my god,” Trevor’s voice came from somewhere above you.

You groaned and looked over to see him standing in the open doorway leading into the kitchen. A smile was falling off his face and a truly shocked expression was left in its wake. Normally, you would have gotten up to greet him with a hug and a kiss but your back, legs, and arms ached far too much to even consider getting up off of the floor.

“I made cookies,” you offered weakly.

Trevor laughed and looked down at you, “Too many cookies.”

“What do you mean ‘too many cookies’?” you asked indignantly, “There are cookies for all of Achievement Hunter, plus some for you to take to other people at work, and my co-workers.”

He was silent for a moment before he took a few steps closer, turned, and sat himself down on the ground next to you. “Are there cookies for us to keep here and enjoy ourselves?” he teased with a light laugh, laying an arm around your shoulders.

Across the kitchen the oven timer went off.

“Now there are.”

[aplaceforrtprompts]

"I won't let anything happen to you" with the lovely trevor c?

“I just wanted to say that this has been one of the nicest and certainly the best first date I’ve ever been on,” you told Trevor as he walked you to your front door.

He smiled at the sentiment and it made your heart flutter, “Only the best for the best. I was so nervous about you liking everything and liking me.”

You giggled softly, “I like you very much. Have for a long time.”

“This was a long time coming,” Trevor nodded thoughtfully. “I’m just glad I finally got the nerves up to ask you out.”

“Me too. I didn’t know if I’d be ready to date again so soon after everything but you swooped in like Price Charming and made tonight amazing.”

Trevor’s smile softened as he stepped closer, holding you in his arms as you stopped at your front door, “I won’t let anything happen to you, ever again.”

“I know,” you had known Trevor long enough to trust him completely.

His smile brightened again and he leaned in to kiss you but he hesitated, looking down at you to make sure it was okay. You nodded him softly before meeting him halfway.

It was a tender kiss, gentle, your first kiss and the first of many.

[rt-reader-inserts]

Rules

Okay I know I’m eleven days behind but hopefully I’ll get them all out? Not going to make any promises though

Prompt: Fake dating for a holiday dinner with Trevor

“Remember the rules?” You had turned the car engine off, both you and Trevor now sitting in the darkened car outside your parents’ house. 

 “Of course, Y/N. What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” Trevor laughed, placing a hand on top of yours. 

 “You’re lucky I trust you,” You said, unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the car. Waiting on the sidewalk you shoved your hands into your pockets, praying to whatever god above that tonight would go smoothly. Trevor linked his arm with yours, giving you a final good luck squeeze as the two of you walked up to the front door. 

 Rule One: Don’t be too charming. 

 Your family couldn’t fall in love with him. Hell, you aren’t in love with him, so why should they be? They would never let up, and when you eventually told them about the ‘breakup’, they’d probably cry more than you would. 

 So you were pissed that, within minutes of the pair of you removing your jackets, your mother was whisking you away, leaving Trevor to entertain the rest of you extended family. 

 “I can’t believe you haven’t introduced us to that charming - and might I add gorgeous - man before!” You returned her wide smile with a tight lipped one. 

“Isn’t he just the most charming!” You laughed loudly, internally cursing Trevor and his stupid charming personality. 

Rule Two: No excessive PDA.

As you all laughed at your dad’s lame joke you felt Trevor’s hand on your knee. It wasn’t as if he was trying to convince your parents that the two of you actually were a couple (you were pretty sure they already believed it), and besides, no one could see under the table. 

Your mind wandered away from the flow of the conversation, distracted by Trevor’s strange actions and incessant rule breaking. 

“I’ll clear the table!” You jumped up after noticing everyone was done with the dinner, desperate for some time alone to sort out your thoughts. 

“And I’ll help!” Trevor smiled, copying your movements. You felt his hand on the small of your back long after the two of you had left the gaze of the family. Was he really that good at playing pretend or was there something more behind the seemingly innocent touches? 

Rule Three: Don’t fall in love

“Thank you for an amazing night and a wonderful dinner!” Trevor went around, hugging your family as you stood off to the side. A small smile had found a home on your face as your eyes remained glued to Trevor. 

“Well, we best get going now,” You waved goodbye to your family, wanting nothing more than to get home and work out how to tell your parents that the two of you had ‘broken up’. 

“I hope we get to see you again soon, Trevor!” Your mother said, winking at you as soon as Trevor’s back was turned. 

The two of you walked in silence until you reached the car, but before you unlocked it you stopped Trevor. 

“Thanks for helping me out, Trevor,” You smiled, enveloping him with an awkward hug. 

“My pleasure, Y/N,” For one reason or another he had not stepped away from you yet. “And I’m sorry, but I think I broke all three rules.”

“Three? But I thought -” Trevor cut off your surprise with a kiss, tentatively pressing his lips to yours. It was soft, as if he was scared about how you would respond. 

“Yep. All three of them,” He laughed, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Good to know I don’t have to tell our parents we have broken up,” You return his laugh, pressing your lips back to his. 

[trevorcollumns]

this bitch is officially up and running on AO3. hit me up.

[rtscrobbles]

heya! i saw your requests were open, and i was wondering if i could get some cute trevor fluff? it's okay if not, and i really love your work by the way!! keep it up

  “Well look what we have here, my favourite person in the achievement hunter office, working!” You mock, a smile crawling across your face as you set a steaming cup of coffee on Trevor’s desk. He loves his work, you can tell from the second he comes home and he exclaims “Y/N, you wouldn’t believe what happened today!”.

  “Well look who it is,” Trevor responds in the same tone, looking up with the curve of his thin lips turning upwards “My favourite coffee person!” He takes a sip of the coffee and sets it down on desk before spinning his chair around to look at you.

   “Treyco, I think you need a break,” You murmur, running your fingers through his stark black hair. It was soft and floofy. Trevor presses his chest into yours with a sigh, “I know honey, believe me but I can’t.” He shakes his head, his grip growing tighter around your waist.

 “Please Trevor,” Your voice more serious as you tilt his chin upwards so he stared you in the eye. “I’m worried about you. Please,” You beg, sometimes you worried more about him that you did yourself, and vice-versa. 

  “Alright,” Trevor gives in, snuggling his cheek against your beating chest. 

“Good,” You kiss the top of his head and close your eyes as your fingers continue to come through his hair. God you loved him.