Is this ship plausible? No. Have they ever interacted? Hardly. Is this a crackship? Hell naw. Is this an OTP? Hell YES. Why do you ship this? Because Trophan rules. Is there any evidence? Not that I know of. If there isn't any evidence, then why isn't it a crackship? 🙆🏽♀️.
So, my lovely readers, I will now dump upon you a Trophan fic. I have no explaination other than this:
I ship it.
:)
I have two Fans. There's the fanboy babey, and there's the fanboy seems-like-a-babey-but-isn't. This one is the second Fan. Don't read if you headcanon the first Fan.
The reason there's a googol of question marks is because I only have some stuff here and there; but it's not all over the place, like the Trowel x Beer one. There's,, like,, a literal split second of anticlimactic mastabatoing, and a wall-pin. (I REFUSE to spell mastabatoing correctly.)
Alsofrench,,
Plot: Fan has a huge crush on Trophy. Paintbrush finds out first then convinces *crosses out "convinces"* forces him to confess.
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[Fan's POV]
I was scrolling through my phone, as tired as ever. Nothing exciting was happening today because of the delay for the next challenge... Since Inanimate Insanity hasn't aired on the TV for a while, everyone— just like me —has been hella bored.
Today, as usual, I was browsing Tumblr. Everyone made such good fanart for us, I loved it all! Even the... the... uh... I-I'm just not gonna finish that sentence. Anyway, I've been on the site for a while now, and then I think of something.
Hesitating for a moment; I scroll up to the top, tap on the search bar, then type in my favourite ship— and wait before pressing enter. I always give it a good few minutes before I do it. Finally, after I think I can keep myself contained, I tap the little magnifying glass and look at the results.
So many people have made fanart and headcanons for this... I'm positive I've been through this search too many times. Every time I do, I stare longingly at every picture. If only the ship should be canon. Also, in case you were wondering, what I searched up was Trophan.
Yes... Trophy and Me.
I rolled over on my bed, hugging my body pillow to myself with one arm while holding my phone with the other. I stayed like this for a moment, then set my phone up against the headboard to free both of my hands. I pushed myself up with my arms, wrapping my legs around the pillow and gripping it.
This is also normal; I anyways do this around ten minutes into the daily fanart scroll. I know it's weird and cringeworthy, but I'm me, I guess. I get to do what I want.
(Wa r n)
I found a good picture and stopped scrolling there, sitting up and grabbing the pillow again. My eyes flipped from the art to myself repeatedly as I inched my hand up my own thigh, teasing myself intentionally. I'm not sure why, but this always makes me feel good. I finally reached the area right between my legs, beginning to massage slowly...
"Fan?"
"OH GOD!!" I whipped around, instinctively holding up the pillow to block my face from the object who came in. "I thought I had locked the door!" ...Then I saw him.
It was Paintbrush.
He squinted at me. "Lock the...? Why would you need to do that?" He was looking at me suspiciously, crossing his arms.
"O-oh, n-n-no reason!" I struggled to keep my voice steady. "I was just looking at fanart again, no biggie..."
He rolled his eyes, smiling. "Fan, don't lie. I know what you were doing. We're roommates, I can literally hear you at 3am, you're not quiet. Anyway, I came to ask you if you'd be willing to come downstairs, OJ's hosing a small lunch buffet."
At first, I became incredibly flustered, then took an internal deep breath and nodded. "O-ok, Paintbrush..." I got up and left my phone, walking with him out of the room.
Halfway down, I finally stopped blushing and managed to make myself look presentable. When we stepped out into the lobby, we saw everyone getting food and eating, so I got some Pizza and Paintbrush got a salad.
"So," he said after swallowing a mouthful of lettuce. "Who is it?"
"Who is it?" I asked while chewing. "What do you mean?"
He raised an eyebrow at me, half-smirking. "You know. Who's the one you've got yourself obsessed with? I literally caught you ma—"
I quickly shot my arm across the table, covering his mouth before he could finish the word. "Not so LOUD!" I whisper-yelled, my face growing hot. He sniggered, batting my hand away. "Also, I don't wanna tell you."
"Why?" He shoveled another forkful of salad into his mouth. "I'm like, your best friend here."
"Well, I don't want him to find out!" I say back again, pulling a pepperoni off my slice and nibbling at it.
"Oh, you're GAY for someone here, huh~?"
"W-what??" I slapped the table, making him laugh again. "Well... m-maybe, I-I guess..."
He stuck his tongue out at me. "I knew it, fanboy. Now spill it, who do you like?"
I stayed stubborn. "No."
"Tell me."
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Nada."
"Fannn,"
"NOT saying anything."
"You're staring at someone."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
I angrily tore the crust of my pizza apart with my teeth, glaring at Paintbrush. "I'm not saying a damn thing." He leaned foreward on the table, smirking. I raised an eyebrow, making a "wh" face.
"What if," he said jauntily, "I told you that if you don't tell me who it is within ten seconds, I'll kiss you?"
I panicked immediately, but kept my voice quiet. "B-but then when I tell him, he'll think I'm a cheater, or he'll-??"
Paintbrush came closer. "The clock's ticking, Fan~"
JJDNHSBSYEKNSUWBSHSNSJKAS—
"Fine, fine!" I whisper-yelled. He stopped, smiling. "It's.." ...and then I hesitated. "Uhhhh.."
"The clock's about to resume, flat-face." He scanned the room. "Who is it?"
SIGH.
BIG SIGH.
"Trophy." I mumbled.
Paintbrush grinned. "Who?"
I repeated myself, louder. "Trophy!!"
He chuckled. "Ha, the classic jock x nerd story. You're such a wattpadder, Fan."
I huffed, blushing. "I am not," Then, to my dismay, (and also utter cliché,) Paintbrush got up from his chair and cupped his hands around his mouth.
"TROPHY! I think Fan wants to tell you someth—" He broke off into laughter when I tackled him, not really succeeding in knocking him over. My face was even redder than my paper, almost maroon. Everyone in the room was looking at us, including him.
Trophy.
"What's he wanna say?" Cheesy broke the silence, shouting from the opposite side of the room. He was met with a collective response of "yeah", "what is it", and other stuff like that.
"NOTHING," I let go if Paintbrush, crossing my arms. "P-Paintbrush is just messing with y'all.."
"Hmmm," Paintbrush said as everyone went back to what they were doing. "Rules change. If you don't confess within thirty seconds, the clock will resume."
"W-what??" I sputtered, staring at him. "Now you're just—????"
"Tick, tock. Go get it over with, you'll thank me!" He gave me a lighthearted pat on the side, winking. "I wish you luck." (Why do I love matchmaker Painty)
Ok, ok, ok. Taking a deep breath, I stood up straight, marching over to Trophy confidently.
...
...
Ok I'm not confident anymore.
Completley deflated, face flushed, I arrived to where he was standing in a complete different posture than I had hoped for. "Uh, T-Trophy?" I stammered. "C-can I talk to you? Please?"
He turned to look at me, almost level with my eyes. "Oh, so you did want to say something? What did you need?" I could NOT respond. I was incredibly flustered. All I could manage was some raspy noise that didn't sound like anything. I looked down, covering my face. "Dude-" he shifted his to wait to his side. "Do you, want to tell me in private, or?" (Don't start. This is a LIME, There is no FUC. There is only KIS. So shush y'alls dirty ass minds.)
(*shuts up my own dirty-ass mind*)
"Y-YeS." I blurted, so he set down his soda and beckoned me to the door leading to the hallway. I followed him, almost tripping over my own feet. God, I'm such a mess. Before I went through the doorway, I caught a glimpse of Paintbrush shooting me a finger gun. Reacting with a weak smile, my vision of the room was cut off by the door.
I turned from the door, waiting for a moment before I looked back up at him. "So, I-" I trailed off instantly.
He was obviously waiting for me to notice his standing position, because as soon as I looked up at him, he grabbed my sides and slammed me against the wall. "W-w-what are you doing??" I said shakily, startled.
He just smiled, his eyes half-lidded with amusement. "Don't think I don't know exactly what you wanted to tell me in there, nerd. Your body language and expression gave everything away the moment I saw you. You're really bad at hiding it."
Oh my god. OH MY GOD.
"U-uh yeah. I-I guess I'm not the b-best at c-confessing.." I rambled, hands flat against the smooth wall. "B-but now you're literally p-pinning me onto the wall, s-so I'm guessing t-that means.."
I got nervously giddy when his face closed in in mine, blushing so hard I think I might catch on fire. "It means what, Fan~?"
"D,,-uhhhhh..." My mind was a complete tornado. All I could think about was him, less than an inch away from my face, the cause of all my fanboying.
"Can't answer, huh?" He smirked, and I shook my head, almost dying right then and there. "Well, if you're so silent, we might as well keep it that way~"
He gave me no time to register what he had said before he closed the space between us.
Holy SHIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!
Trophy was actually KISSING ME OH MY GOD
I AM LITERALLY DYING
This is a fucking dream come TRUE!!!!!
This all happened so FAST, it— INDHABDUSHFISNHEDNNSKS
I couldn't stop myself from hugging him, never wanting to let go. It just felt so good!!
He let me down from the wall, holding me instead. I was too short to just stand up, he'd be too tall for me. For support, I wrapped my legs around his sides so I wouldn't fall down. Eventually, he leaned me back, grinning at me. "That was fun," he said, and I giggled like a damn child.
"Can we do that again, please??" I asked, and he just chuckled. Excitedly, I continued, "is that a yes?"
"Certainly." This time I leaned in, locking lips fast. He laughed a little before kissing me back, tilting his head to give more passion. ( :) ) I was all for that, doing the same thing. For a second time, He held me back.
"Heyyy, I wasn't done!" I wined, but he shut me up with a finger to my mouth, then took it down.
"Ok, nerd. I need you to do me a favour," he said. I nodded in response. "Open your mouth."
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD MY LORD AND SAVIOUR AMEN (haha Eliza remember that)
"You want me to wh—?" I sputtered, and he simply mirrored my nod. "But, but w-we only just started kissing each other, I mean, making out is on another level, this is going really fast! I-I mean, I'd love to, but don't you think we should pace ourselves a little bit.." I kept dragging on, even though the giddiness in my chest would NOT leave at the thought of that actually happening.
"Fan," he said.
I stopped for a moment. "Ye—" But he caught me in the middle of the word, frenching me on the spot. Knocked off guard, I mumbled into the kiss for a few seconds, trying to get used to the feeling of another tongue in my mouth. He seemed to have a lot of experience with this, because he was doing all the right things. Eventually, Trophy pulled away, and I could see the almost invisible strand in the air between us for a millisecond before it broke.
For a long moment we just stared, then he set me down. "We'd better get back in there before everyone wonders where we went. Try not to look too flustered, ok?" He winked, smiling at me.
"I'll try," I said, my voice almost high-pitched in excitement. He laughed before opening the door up again, entering the buffet with me. He went to grab his drink and then sat with Paintbrush and I, making conversation. We chatted for almost an hour, just having fun. Then, when it was time for everyone to go to bed, Trophy kissed my forehead before heading out. Paintbrush looked so proud.
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Bonus
"So, how did it go?"
"Uh, first I went up to him, then he suggested going out of the room just as an excuse for him to call me out on my horrible hiding-flustered-ness skills by pinning me to the wall, then I stammered a lot, then he kissed me, then did again, and then I got real embarrassed when he asked me to make out, but we did anyway."
"...wow. You're fucking lucky, that's what you are. It took me a month to get to Lightbulb."
"Wait, she's straight? I thought she was lesbian?"
"She is."
"But, aren't you a boy?"
"No, Fan."
"A gir—"
"No, I'm not either one."
"But, how—?"
[eyebrow raise]
"... ... ... ... oooooohh!"
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I have no end comments other than I'm sorry I took so long, and the bonus is explaining why I've been using "he" for Painty this whole time. I'm not blunt, it's just that Fan didn't know and now he does.
Jjjjj
Glad you enjoy