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How to make a man love you back.

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Summary:

feeds the trife community like a plant ...

trophy and knife tease each other. platonically. definitely. knife calls nickel for help.

bickel is shown but it's not the focus sorry guys ill come feed you later (never)

Notes:

based off my headmate max always going to our host for love advice even though they had no idea how they pulled their bf.

also based off the song 'i love you like an alcoholic'.

There's also a quick Bow appearance!!

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Trophy's been in a dilemma. How could he mess up THIS BAD.

Recently, he and Knife, his former enemy... Could he even say former? At this point, the relationship title was too confusing. Sorry, back on track.

He and Knife were flirting. It started with Trophy using a pickup line he overheard Cheesy giving another contestant (CHEESY GETS BITCHES?), then Knife responded with a returning line. Nothing romantic, nothing overwhelming for either party. Until Trophy had caught feelings. So what did he do, in common Trophy fashion? 

Avoid Knife like the plague was after him.

"Why did you drag me here?" Nickel asks Apple harshly. The latter had brought him here after Knife requested it for some strange reason, and she didn't even seem to know herself, so she just shrugged. He looked around the area. Even after they rebuilt the mansion after the whole deletion thing, Nickel still hadn't bothered himself to go in. "Knife?" Nickel dragged out, walking around. "Knife, I know you can hear me! And I'm sure you know I do not have all day!" He went silent a moment before huffing and turning to leave.

Knife appears in front of him, making him fall over in shock. "Boo. Hey man, I need your help with-"

"One sec." Nickel cut off, trying to get up.

"... Do you need-"

"no."

 

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"So wait, explain that again? You LIKE Trophy?? And you expect me to HELP you?" Nickel says with a snicker.

Knife covers his face in embarrassment. "I don't need your help, I need your advice." He took his hands off his face. "What do I say to him?" Before Nickel could say anything else, Knife added on. "And don't give me that "I don't know how I pulled Baseball" bullshit. I was there when YOU confessed to him."

"Wasn't planning it, sharp brain." Nickel rolled his eyes. "But I need a bit more context. Trophy just stopped coming to Mepad Mansion after...?"

"After Bow caught us talking." Knife admitted. "She basically scared him away."

"Pff- You're telling me he's scared of a candy bow ghost? No- He's scared of-!" This earned a glare from the pocket knife. "... Got it. Back to the topic. So, what, do you want me to bring him here?" Nickel suggested. Knife pondered that a moment.

".. No. Not yet. Just, tell me what to say. Or at least give me ideas." Knife asked, hoping Nickel would try his best.

"Look, Knife, I don't know if you've realized, but I'm not..." Nickel contemplates his words. "Forget it, I'll help you," Knife's face lights up. "only if you let Baseball help." His face drops again. 

"Fine, Whatever."

Two weeks. That's how long it had been since he had gone back to MePad Mansion. He didn't miss Tissues and his... damn sleep sneezing... But he certainly missed the busyness of Hotel OJ. Not Tissues, again.

In that time, Trophy had been getting back on track with his photography hobby, he looked happier, but didn't feel happier.

"Hey, Trophy." Baseball called out to him. "Could I ask you about where you've been?" Trophy considered turning him away. Just as Trophy was about to say no, Nickel came back into the hotel, looking a little more glowy than usual.

"Baseball, could you come back to the mansion with me? Oh, uh, hey Trophy. You too." Trophy flinched at his request, back to Knife? He didn't want to slip up in front of him and ruin his ability to even talk normally with Knife. 

Much to his dismay, 'Nickel' and Baseball dragged him there anyway.

When they made it to the mansion, Trophy's first immediate thought was to say hello to Knife. Trophy creaked open the door, and immediately found Knife possessing someone.

"Who are you possessing?" Trophy questioned.

"Nickel." Knife said, accidentally saying it through Nickel too. Baseball starts questioning him and his own sanity. After a moment of silence, Knife and Trophy just laugh, with Knife dropping the puppet strings. "Uh, good to see yah again. Even after you so gracefully abandoned me mid-conversation." Knife teased.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that." Trophy apologized.

"Did you just apologize? Didn't take you that way, Troph." Knife laughed, making Trophy's face a bit more gold at the nickname and the second tease.

"I don't want to hear it from you!" Trophy yells at the blade.

"That's adorable. Trophy apologized for something small..." This statement made them both freeze. Knife had only meant to say that last part, not the adorable bit.

Baseball and Nickel just laughed at them. "Knife, do you even remember what you were going to say to him?" Nickel mused.

Upset by the way they were laughing at him, Knife just stayed silent.

"What?" Both Trophy and Baseball raised an eyebrow at Nickel. 

"I'll do it for you, then." As Nickel cleared his throat, Knife went over and put a ghostly hand on his mouth.

"I can still talk. Trophy, Knife would like to-" Knife possessed Trophy to silence Nickel.

Baseball immediately got what was happening, and tried to finish his statement. "Tell you something very important. He-" Trophy-Knife silenced Baseball too. Bow appeared through the ceiling.

"He like, loves you!" Bow mused, before Knife dropped the strings off Trophy and flipped Bow off.

"At least let me do it?!" Knife shouted as Trophy processed his words.

Notes:

sorry for cutting y'all off♥️ i'll make a chapter two never i mean soon

first fanfic on AO3 😎😎 does a sick backflip.

should i make more fanfics even though this one was kinda trashy and short

Chapter 2: Chapter Two

Summary:

Trophy finally finishes processing the confession that came from (not) Knife's mouth, and bolts.

Notes:

Hey there! I'm Michael, He/him, and I decided to write this chapter, because Odds can't keep promises! (Odds is currently working on a project with our other headmates.) My writing style might be a bit more expressive than Odds, so if you notice any differences, that's just me!

Hope you enjoy my little dabble in writing. I don't get to do this often!

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(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Trophy?" 

"...Trophy."

"Hey, Trophy! Participation Cup! ... The longer you don't answer the further I get from calling you by your actual name."

He couldn't pay attention. After the countless times he had envisioned Knife confessing to him with his own voice, this wasn't what he was expecting. He didn't want to answer, he couldn't answer. The guilt would eat at him if he said no, he'd seem softer than what it already looked like if he said yes, but he was so conflicted. He needs to calm down before he could say anything.

"I need time to think." Trophy almost bolted out of the room after the panic found in his words chased him down.

"Wait-!" Knife quickly went to follow, but Bow pulled him back, being the only one in the room that could.

Seconds of quiet.

Nickel let out a short hiss. "Tss... We should get going, huh, Baser...?" Baseball agreed quietly.

More silence. Nickel left. Baseball left. Bow eventually also left. Knife just sat there.

...

He could see why Trophy had wanted time to think.

  1. Trophy looked like he didn't even like him in the slightest. 
  2. Those back and forths were strictly platonic.
  3. He was a ghost, for whoever's sake. If he remembers from one of their conversations, Trophy had a fear of ghosts. He snickers slightly at the memories of scaring him when he'd enter the mansion.
  4. And the confession? The confession wasn't even coming from him.

He made a mental note of that last one. .. He'll visit the list later.

...

Why did he do that.

... Well, it's been enough time.

The silent voice in Trophy's head screamed at him that it's only been five minutes. (personally can't relate cough cough KORY cough who said that?) 

He had seen Nickel and Baseball leave, he saw Bow (as Apple) leave. He was pretty sure only Dough, Marshmallow, and Knife were in there now.

... Had he seen Marshmallow..?

Whatever. 

🧃

"Knife..?" Trophy looks around for Knife amongst the same area that he was in before he bolted, finding Knife lost in thought. ... "Boo." The cup pokes through Knife's blade, ultimately scaring the other.

Knife jerked forwards, then turned to Trophy. "What the hell-"

Trophy at this point was laughing on the floor. "Ha... Did you think I actually left?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I did. What? Did you just wait til they left?" Knife questioned.

Trophy nods. 

"That's also a lie, isn't it?"

"Hey, are you able to read minds or some bullshit? Because if you can, you're awfully wrong?"

"Haha!"

Baseball walks back to Hotel OJ with Nickel perched up on his head in silence. "Do you think OJ has NPD?" "You're not a psychologist." "Okay, but what about Silver Spoon." "Nickel. And I think Silver Spoon is just egotistical." "But what if." "It's wrong to diagnose people if you don't do research..." 

They walk into the hotel, passing Paper. "Oh, hey! Where did you two go?"

Nickel jumps off Baseball's head as the latter answers him, "MePad Mansion. Knife needed something." Nickel nods in agreement. They continue their trudge back to their room, where Baseball immediately just laid down.

"Well, someone was tired." Nickel notes. He climbs up next to Baseball and just sits near him. Baseball drags him by his ankle to pull him closer.

"I'm tired of seeing those two tease each other. But I think we've done everything. So next time we see them they'll be the next topic."

"...What??" Nickel just stares at Baseball. Baseball stares back. "... Stop staring at me."

"No? You're pretty??"

"Pff- shut up man."

 

-the rest of this chapter was written by rio, another alter.-

After a couple hours of just chatting between Trophy and Knife, the latter decides to finally talk about the actual confession. The words stumbled out of his mouth slow, as he tried to gather his thoughts. Trophy cut him off, not denying his confession, but instead told his own. 

"Knife," He started. "I'm sorry about the whole photograph thing with the Dora doll. Over the past couple years, I realized it wasn't something that was wrong with you that made me, quote, "hate your guts", there was something wrong- no, right, with you, that made me feel like there were butterflies around us. Maybe that was because Clover was near, who knows, but I guess what I'm getting at here, is that I'm okay with... how do I put this..."

"Being my boyfriend?" Knife suggested.

"Being your boyfriend, yeah, sure, whatever works in your bo-" He was cut off by Knife chuckling. "Huh? What's the big deal? Something on my face??"

Knife lost it, laughing like he had told a joke. This made Trophy sort of doubt himself. "Ha.. No, no, Troph', that's just it. There's a little soft blush on your metal." He reassured. "It makes you look nice, I swear. I'm not laughing at you." He calms down. "Yeah, I'm okay with that. If you are, clearly, but from what I'm hearing..."

"Yes. I will be yours." Trophy smiled at Knife. The other smiled back. "Wait, how are we gonna do anything? You're a ghost."

"We ghosts can feel you, but you can't really feel us. Sooo..." He explained. Trophy nodded.

"...Sooooo... Boyfriend-boyfriend?" Trophy questions again.

"Didn't we already agree on this? Are you just wanting to hear it again?" He chucked.

"Maybe. It's so surreal to me, give me a break."

"You're a dork. I love you."

"Love yah too, dumbass."

Notes:

Michael decided to ditch the story to work on projects, so I had to come and save the day. Womp womp if you liked him :3c - Rio (They/love)

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