TRIFE ONESHOTS

spy

Requested by Urgalcupid
Started Oct 15
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<Trophys pov>

So this person called "cobs" somehow got my number...now he's paying me to "spy" on the contestants in hotel Oj. He said to use my camera and take pictures, but he's paying me 100 bucks! That's more money than I need, so of course I'm doing the job. He said to mainly take pictures of Oj's day and other contestants routines.

I picked up my camera and put it in my bowl. I left my room, going downstairs to be nosey, I suppose. I pulled out my camera out and hid it behind my back, walking up to the dinner serving area.
"Can I help you?" Oj asked me, in the middle of making someone food.
"Uh- bacon." I said, saying the first thing that came to mind. Oj nodded, turning back to the food. Paper walked by, giving someone- knife specifically, a plate. He seemed to ask for toast and eggs.
Is it..breakfast, or something to him?!
He quickly began eating. I lifted my camera towards the kitchen, holding it low so no one saw. I took a quick picture. Paper heard the click, looking around nervously. He eventually shrugged and opened the fridge. I sighed, relieved.
Other people's routines..
I looked over, seeing Knife half-mindedly eating his toast. I lifted my camera and took a quick picture.
He imeadiantly looked to me. I put my camera down and looked away, acting like nothing happened.
"...did you take a picture of me?" Knife asked.
"What?" I said.
"Don't play stupid, dumbass. The fuck did you take a picture of me for?" He scowled.
"I didn't take a picture of you, flat-face." I snapped back at him.
He growled under his breath, turning back to his food. He quickly finished eating, leaving right after. It was right then that Oj sat the plate of bacon in front of me. "Oh- uh, thanks." I said, poking the bacon with my fork.
"No problem." Oj walked off.
I stabbed the bacon strips with my fork, sticking them all on the utensil and quickly shoving them all in my mouth.
I choked and caught my breath, coughing a tiny bit. I turned, seeing a few people eyeing me.
Including-...Knife.
great.
I put the fork down and left. I sat on the couch and looked around. Pickle sat next to me, playing video games intently.
He leaned down and locked in, defeating an enemy on the TV. I lifted my camera and took a quick picture of him, to which, of course, he didn't notice.
I quickly noticed someone put a hand on my camera and pointed it down, away from Pickle.
"Stop." He said. I looked up to who was putting my camera down, seeing Knife.
"Fuck off.." I said.
"Why are you taking pictures of everyone?" He asked.
"None of your business." I said.
I was looking up at him and resting the back of my head on the armchair. Knife was standing above me, looking down at me.
Fuck, it looks like we're about to kiss.
He seemed to notice, a small blue hue crossing his face. He looked away from me, hiding the blush. "Just stop that." He took his hand off the camera.
"Yea, yea, whatever.." I got up, walking in front of the TV and upstairs.
"Hey!" Pickle sadly exclaimed, losing his game after I walked in front of him.
I giggled a bit at this, continuing my way upstairs.

<Knifes pov>

What the fuck is wrong with Trophy?! Why did he take a picture of Pickle!?
...why the hell does it look like we're about to make out while I'm looking down at him..?
...he looks kind of cute, honestly..?
FUCK, KNIFE-
I felt a hue cross my face, quickly looking away. "Just stop that." I said, removing my hand from the camera.
"Yea, yea, whatever.." Trophy got up and left by walking in front of the TV.
"Hey!" Pickle sadly exclaimed, losing his game due to Trophy getting in the way.
Trophy giggled a bit at this, heading upstairs.
...
Hm..
...
I quickly followed after, silently stepping up the stairs. I stayed 4 steps behind him. He went up..all the floors. He kept going until he was at the roof. He looked at the ground below, sitting at the edge. I silently stepped inches away from him, leaning above him and looking at his face. He lifted his camera to take a picture of cheesys routinely rehearsing outside, microphone walking around in the forest, and many others outside activities, until..he got distracted. He looked over to a small beach near the edge of the island. He smiled and tilted his head. DAMMIT- HE REALLY IS CUTE- KNIFE, PLEASE!
"..cute..." I accidentally mumbled.
"Hm?" Trophy turned and looked up at me. We stared at eachother in shock for a few moments before Trophy began fucking screaming. He almost fell off the roof!
I gasped and backed up, covering my ears from Trophys screaming. He eventually stopped and took a deep breath. He got up and looked at me.
"...you fucking STALKER!" He yelled at me.
"IM THE STALKER!? YOUR TAKING PICTURES OF OTHER PEOPLE!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, DOLL OBSESSED FREAK!" He yelled.
"I see you with that old ass cat plushie, and somehow your not the freak?!"
I said.
He looked shocked for a moment before continuing.
"I don't talk to it like it's real!" He countered.
"You literally pet it!" I yelled.
He groaned and turned around. "I'm done." He said. "Get the fuck out of here." He growled under his breath, turning around and using the camera.
I quickly ran up and tried to snatch the camera. He gasped and fought back. We tussled a bit for the camera, until-
...trophy tried to push me, so I grabbed him and pulled him down with me.
When we landed, uh...
...
Landed on eachother, lips falling on top one another.
Trophy didn't move or open his eyes for a second, taking in the fall. I stared, flustered and shocked.
He eventually opened his eyes, imeadiantly matching my shock.
..We stayed like that for a second.
He eventually used his arms to lift himself above me.
"...wh-" I began, getting cut off.
"No. No, I get it was an accident.." Trophy said.
"...thats not what I was gonna say.." I said.
Trophy backed away from me and got up, tilting his head and silently urging me to continue.
"Who said to get up?" I asked, mainly playing to try and lighten the mood after...that embarrassing thing happened.
He stared at me, shocked.
I was a bit confused until I realized he didn't know I was playing. "WHAT- NO- I- I WAS JOKING, TROPHY, I-" I got cut off by him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a light kiss. I widened my eyes shocked. He was blushing behind control, as was I.
He looked hesitant with every moment.
It wasn't long before I began to wrap my arms around him as well, melting into his lips. He seemed..shocked, still, but it wasn't long until we just peacefully sat there while kissing.
It was minutes before I pulled away.
Trophy was shocked for a moment, but eventually fell into giggles. I couldn't help but quickly follow after. We eventually just fell into eachother, laughing.
"Haha-! Dammit, Knife.." Trophy said, calming down.
I calmed down and wiped a forming tear from my eye, shakily breathing.
"...so..why did you want to kiss again?" Trophy asked, somewhat nervous.
I stopped breathing for a second.
"Uhmm...cuz i..wanted to?" I said.
He raised a brow, not believing me.
I smiled awkwardly.
"...real answer." He said sternly.
I tried to keep smiling for a second before sighing and giving up.
"Uh...cuz you kiss well?" I made another excuse.
He rubbed his face tiredly.
"Hm." He leaned on my shoulder. I hesitated, but eventually Put an arm around him and rubbed his arm.
He smiled.
He breathed slowly and rested, leaning into my touch to seek warmth on the roof.
He slowly began to drift off, barely half-awake.
"...mmm..feels good.." he said, talking about my touch. I couldn't help but laugh at him a tiny bit. He smiled and rested more, seemingly falling asleep.
I rested my head on his, falling asleep afterwards.
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Stopped Oct 15
YAYAYAYAYA
Kinda love this chapter, ngl
Should I start making chapters even fluffier? Like, happy enough that it would personally make me puke out of happiness?