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Sanity Break (Trevor Collins)

word count: 1773 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: none fandom: achievement hunter au type: regular summary: your desk neighbor has a habit of bothering you when he finishes his work – you finally have enough of it inspired by: @5lbsofsmarties​ (x) authors notes: i really didnt think my last trevor imagine was going to do as well as it did tbh so i hope u guys treat this one well too 💚🖤 also i know trevors the boss but iT WOULDNT HAVE WORKED THE WAY I WANTED TO WRITE IT OK IM SORRY other parts: none

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“Knock it off, Trevor,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the computer screen in front of you.

“But you’re not paying attention to anything I’m saying!” he whined, throwing another tiny wad of paper at you.

“Because I’m working,” you reminded him, “Maybe you should be working too.”

“But I’ve already finished editing all my videos!” he insisted, “And there’s no point in starting another 5 minutes before I leave for the day!”

“Then go pester someone else,” you growled. You quickly saved all your files before transferring them over to your USB stick, already knowing what was coming next.

Trevor was never one to take a hint, so he continued ripping up little pieces of paper, crumpling them up, and tossing them at your desk. His aim was usually pretty terrible, but he occasionally hit where he intended to – and in this case, his intended target happened to be your head.

The moment he hit your ear, you abruptly stood up, yanking your USB out of your computer, and turned off your system. You knew all eyes were on you – surprised the usually quiet person was making so much noise – as you shoved your chair under your desk.

“Someone please tell me Geoff is still in this building!” you exclaimed, grabbing your bag and jacket as you turned to face everyone.

“Uh… Yeah…” Matt nodded, “I’m pretty sure he’s still in the Achievement Hunter office…”

“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly at the group, “I’ll see you all later.” You hurried out of the room before anyone could ask any questions.

You entered the AH office, happy to find that Geoff was the only one in the room. You knocked on the door frame since the door was already open, causing him to look over his computer monitor as you walked in.

“We need to talk,” you stated, making him chuckle and look back at the screen in front of him while you came to a stop beside his desk.

“I’m guessing this isn’t a ‘Have a great rest of your day, Boss; I’ll see you on Monday’ kind of visit?” he asked.

“Not this time,” you couldn’t help but smile, “I’m taking next week off.” Geoff’s hands froze in the middle of typing something as he looked back up at you.

“Okay…” he trailed off, “Why…?”

“I need a sanity break,” you responded simply.

“And your videos?”

“Will still be edited – just at home,” you assured him, “I need to work on my content in the peace and quiet of my own place for a while.” A smile started appearing on Geoff’s face as he returned to his work.

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to handle being next to Trevor,” he mentioned.

“Then we can talk about station reassignment when I come back,” you said without missing a beat, making him laugh loudly.

“Enjoy your break from this building,” he told you, “Call me later if you need more time.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Geoffrey,” you sighed, turning around and leaving as you called another few words over your shoulder. “Have a great rest of your day, Boss!” you chirped, obviously making him laugh again.

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Trevor’s POV; Thursday afternoon

“Hey, has anyone seen Y/N today?” Trevor asked as they were cleaning up after filming an AHWU, “Or at all this week…?”

“Didn’t she tell you?” Jeremy looked up at him so he could see the confused expression on his face, “She took the week off.”

“She took the whole week off? Why’d she take the week off?”

“Geoff said she called it a ‘sanity break’ or whatever,” Michael replied casually as he passed by to put a box on Ryan’s desk of things he’d gotten in the mail, “Something about you annoying the shit out of her.”

“Did… Did she say that…?” his expression dropped slightly.

“No,” Jack assured him, rolling his eyes at the phrasing Michael had used, “She just said she wanted to work in the peace and quiet of her own home.”

“So it was because I annoy the shit out of her?” he sighed, tossing another empty box into the recycling cart.

“I’m sure that’s not it, Treyco,” Jeremy said, “I’m sure she was just overwhelmed with how hectic the office can get sometimes and needed some time alone.”

“You mean how hectic our office can get sometimes and needed some time alone because of me,” Trevor corrected, making him sigh.

“If you feel that bad about it, why don’t you buy her flowers or something on Monday and leave ‘em on her desk?” he suggested.

“You can write on the card ‘Sorry I’m an annoying prick’,” Michael chimed in.

“You are not helping!” Trevor groaned.

“He’s still upset about the restaurant getting his order wrong three times at lunch,” Jack shook his head, “Just get her some flowers; She’ll love them.”

“Are you sure she’s a flower person?” he asked worriedly.

“Bring her some food too then,” Jeremy said, “That girl’s always eating.”

“Yeah…” he nodded slowly, mostly to himself.

The group finished cleaning up in silence, periodically looking up at Trevor and noticing he was still in his own little world. By the time they were done, he finally spoke again.

“Do you guys know where Geoff is?” he asked softly.

“Last I heard, he was in a meeting,” Jack said. Trevor let out a defeated breath, prompting him to speak up again, knowing he didn’t want to wait until you came back into work. “But we’ll let him know you went home sick and will try to be better by tomorrow,” he told him, making him look up at him.

“Thanks,” he smiled slightly, hurrying out of the room so he could get his stuff and leave.

~

Your POV; 30 minutes later

You were in the middle of watching a rerun of your favorite show when you heard a knock on your apartment door. You sighed to yourself, not particularly thrilled about having to unravel yourself from your blanket burrito to answer it. You did anyway, of course – not expecting to find who you did when you opened it.

“Shouldn’t you still be at work…?” you asked after looking at your clock, trailing off when you noticed the bouquet of different types of flowers in one of Trevor’s hands and a box of your favorite cookies in the other.

“I don’t mean to be so annoying,” he started rambling, looking down at his feet, “I just… You’re really funny and pretty and smart and I like talking to you and hearing you talk, but… But I don’t like knowing I annoy you enough to not want to come to work, so… I brought you the cookies that I’m pretty sure are your favorite because you’re always eating them while you edit and also flowers… I, uh… I didn’t know what your favorite flower was, so I just got one of each… I know you shouldn’t forgive me because you’ve been telling me to leave you alone for like…ever…and I haven’t been listening, but… I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

By the time Trevor’s speech was over, you honestly thought you were going to start crying. Sure, people had apologized for upsetting you before, but no one had ever gone to this much trouble just to make you happy. And truth be told, you weren’t exactly sure how to process it – but you figured you knew a good place to start.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked softly, making him sigh.

“Yes, please – I’m really cold,” he pouted, making you giggle as he shuffled past you to let you close the door.

Once you turned back to face him, he shyly handed you the flowers and cookies, his heart racing at the smile on your face as he followed you into the kitchen. He watched you fill a glass with water – no one had ever bought you flowers before, so you didn’t own any vases – and admire the unusual bouquet before returning back to him.

“They’re beautiful, Trevor,” you said softly, reaching up to press a kiss to the middle of his cheek, “Thank you.”

“Well, you know…” he blushed lightly, “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl…” It was your turn to blush that time.

“You trying to sweet talk your way around this?” you asked.

“Is it working?” he returned bashfully.

“Maybe,” you began chewing on your bottom lip. You brushed the feelings off though, shaking your head. “You should sit down,” you told him, leading him back to the couch in your living room, “Warm up while I make some hot chocolate.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to-”

“Are you saying you don’t want hot chocolate?” you cocked an eyebrow.

Trevor was silent before he went around the corner – letting you listen to him take off his coat and sit himself down on your couch. You smiled victoriously, quickly making two mugs of hot chocolate – making sure to put extra marshmallows – and taking it into the living room.

“Thank you,” he murmured, groaning in satisfaction the moment the hot mug met his cold hands.

You giggled again under your breath, both of you remaining silent and watching what was already on your TV screen as you finished your drinks.

“You picked a good week not to come in, you know,” Trevor told you randomly, shivering as he rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm himself up, “It’s been really cold since like, Sunday.”

“Here, Trev,” you whispered, holding your blanket out to him, “You need this more than I do.”

“I agree,” he snatched it from you, smiling when you giggled. He wrapped it around himself before looking at you for a moment and then lifting his arm up. “Doesn’t mean we can’t both still use it though,” he mentioned. You, finding yourself growing a little chilly without your blanket, happily obliged to the offer.

You repositioned yourself slightly, scooting as close to him as you could get – both of you allowing the blanket and each other to keep you warm. Trevor’s arm came back down once you got comfortable, holding you securely against him. You sighed happily and Trevor felt you relax, your head now lying on his chest – and you felt him press his lips to the top of your head.

“I really am sorry,” he murmured into your hair.

“It’s okay,” you whispered again, wrapping your arms around his waist and closing your eyes in content.

Maybe the co-worker at the desk neighboring yours was annoying… But you wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.

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