#trevan

evan got this ring to propose to her with... riiight before he was gone for almost a year and had her thinking he was dead 😅 she wore it on a chain during that period of time and continues to do so after everything turns out to be okay just so she doesn't lose it while on the job. they both have simple matching gold wedding bands (they're too busy for anything that can't take a lot) that they proudly show off to others like look! we're married!

This is all a fucking disaster. 

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Trevor fell back into the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed loudly. “This is all a fucking disaster.” 

“It’s not that bad,” Evan responded, walking into the room behind him. “It could have been worse.” 

Evan was empathetic was Trevor’s situation, but he was more concerned about the fact that Trevor was tracking dirt into the bedroom with his dress shoes still on. He stared awkwardly at Trevor’s feet as Trevor lamented the situation. 

“My boss is going to kill me. And I mean, actually, kill me, how could I lose a story like that? It would’ve been my breakthrough hit! I can’t believe someone sabotaged this for me.” 

The story was about an anti-mutant group, but somehow it had been disbanded within the last forty-eight hours. Trevor had plans to infiltrate the group and coerce information out of the people there, but everything went to shit this morning when no of the concrete members he had originally hunted down even remembered that it existed. 

This had the hands of someone meddling into this just to fuck with Trevor, but Evan wouldn’t bring it up right now. There were more pressing matters at hand. 

“I’m sure that it will be fine.” Evan approached Trevor and sat next to him. His weight caused the bed to creak slightly. Trevor’s bed was not reinforced, and this was a common occurrence. “You have evidence right?” 

Evan playfully knocked his knee against his boyfriends. Perhaps that would give him the hint of taking his shoes off. 

“Yeah, why?” All of Trevor’s eyes looked towards Evan. 

“Why not write a story on how this cult or whatever it is suddenly disappeared? There has to be a good mystery behind that.” Evan suggested. 

Trevor shot up immediately, getting up on the bed with his shoes on, to hug Evan. “Oh my God, you’re right! There has to be a story there! You’re such a genius!”