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𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝟜 - Trophy x Reader

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𝔸/ℕ: 𝕊𝕠... 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦! 𝔹𝕦𝕥... 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤. 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕤? 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤?

As the warm water rinsed the dish you were holding clean, you let out a sigh. Your little cabin in the middle of nowhere was nice, but there've been a few... events that annoyed you. Like the giant hotel that was built, like, right next to your house. Now, having a hotel next to your house could get irritating, yeah. But what made this hotel in particular so infuriating to you were the residents. They were all loud, and incredibly nosy. Everyday someone would stop by to chat, which would usually destroy your living room completely. Especially that one guy, Trophy. Every week he came by, no exceptions, just to annoy the hell out of you before leaving. He didn't break anything or make any messes, he just sat around and tried to talk to you. Stuff ranging from how pathetic his roommate is, to ranting about how awesome he is, he kept fucking talking all the time. It was the bane of your existence.

As the doorbell rang, you sighed and turned off the water. Speak of the devil, and he appears. Making your way to your front door, you noticed the lack of his obnoxious yelling from the other side. In fact, it was dead quiet. Maybe it wasn't him, after all? Opening the door, you met the visitor with a harsh glare, only for it to soften upon seeing the state they were in. Trophy was at your door, completely silent. His eyes were puffy, and his face was stained with tears. He looked at you with a sheepish gaze, silently begging to let him inside.

"Holy shit dude, what happened to you?!" You exclaimed, moving aside to give him room. Sure, you hated the guy, but seeing anyone in the state he was in was extremely concerning.

He walked over to your couch, immediately laying down on his side. "A lot." He mumbled. Cautiously walking over to him, you sat down, looking at him with uneasiness.

"Do you... wanna talk about it?" You offered. He looked at you, comtemplating his answer, before he finally nodded. You gave him a warm smile, urging him to start.

With a heavy sigh, he sat up, sitting directly next to you. "I just- I feel really guilty, I was being a shithead," he chuckled, "and I went out to photograph stuff, because I like doing that, and, uhh..." He rubbed his arm, avoiding your gaze. "I found Knife. He was playing with Dora Dolls, and I took a photo of him, for... blackmail."

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him. That sounded like something he would do, so why is he in such a distressed state? He took your silence as an encouragement to continue, "So I threatened to show everyone the picture unless he did... pretty much everything I told him to." Letting out a sigh, he regretfully continued, "I guess I just... wanted to be special? I don't really remember what went through my head. Anyways, I ended up ordering him to basicaly serve me, giving me grape juice and fanning me. With Fan. The person."

You fought back the laugh that threatened to come out, and nodded for him to continue. He responded with a strained chuckle of his own. "Go ahead and laugh, I don't mind. By the way, you're really bad at hiding your emotions." He grinned. It didn't feel like his usual obnoxious smiles, no, it felt almost genuine. You smirked back at him, scrunching up your nose.

"I kept threatening him with the photo, until the point where he just didn't care. He just told me to fuckin... show them. So I did, and people started laughing, and I felt really smug, until Baseball spoke up," Bringing his knees to his chest, he once again looked away from you, "He told me that it was... basically his only comfort, on idiotic island, and that... that made me feel bad." Tears started forming in his eyes, "Because I've had things like that too. And knowing that I tried to make fun of something that made him feel safe... I'm not okay with what I did, but I don't know what to do, and-" He started shaking, seemingly lost in thought.

You stared at him, raising your hand on instinct. It landed on his shoulder, feeling him freeze up underneath it. "Hey... hey, hey, look at me, Trophy." He did as he was told, looking up at you with a mix of confusion and dread, presumably waiting to be scolded. Instead, he was greeted with a look of care in your eyes, as you spoke to him calmly, comfortingly. "We can figure out how to make things better. I'll help you, okay?"

His dread turned to admiration, looking at your face as you gave him a small smile. You looked so amazing up close. As his face grew warm, he slowly nodded, moving to wipe the tears away. As he did so, you grabbed a blanket that was nearby, draping it over your shoulders and moving closer to Trophy. The award in question yelped, feeling your body lay on top of his, pushing him onto his back. "Whuh- (Y/N), what the hell-??" He stuttered out, flustered by your affection.

You backed up, sheepishly scrambling out an excuse, "I'm sorry, I should've just given you the blanket- I just- didn't think and oh my god I'm so sorry–" Your apology was cut off by him roughly tugging you down, positioning the blanket it would cover the two of you. Grumbling, his arms snaked around your torso, as he dug his face into your neck.

"This is your fault, (Y/N)," He muttered, his breath against your neck making you shiver.

"Why- why was that so sensual-???" You laughed nervously, making him laugh as well. His laugh was actually kind of nice, now that you were actually paying attention. It sounded raspy, but with confidence that could make you swoon. Wait- what? Why are you attracted to the one person who used to annoy you the most??

Without thinking, you embraced him back, curling up and closing your eyes. It felt nice. Maybe it would be okay, just this once.

And with that, you drifted off to a peaceful slumber.