Gingerbread Houses - Trevor Philips x Reader
Plot: After getting gingerbread houses for both you and Trevor, you get home and ask him to make one with you. Trevor being Trevor, makes it into a competition and gets frustrated when the icing doesn't keep the walls up.
Word Count: 744
Warnings: None
Kicking the trailer door, you walked in, holding bags of Christmas treats and crap you just had to try with Trevor.
"Trevor!" you yelled out for him.
"In the bedroom!" he yelled after you.
"Well come out here! I want to show you something," you set the bags on the counter. There were at least seven bags you set out. Some treats and some decorations.
Ever since you moved in and started dating him the trailer has gotten cleaner and since Christmas is almost here, the trailer has also gotten more festive, despite Trevor's protests.
Trevor came into the living room and plopped down on the couch, manspreading like no other.
"What'd you get?" he asked, eyeing all the bags, "the whole store?" he joked.
"No," you asked, rolling your eyes, "a few things for us to try and a few more decorations."
Trevor groaned, "the place already looks like Christmas threw up over it! We don't need more decorations."
"Stop whining old man," you say, earning yourself a quick glare from him.
"I also got...," you rummaged through the bags before you held two gingerbread house sets, "these!" you exclaim showing him.
"Its a gingerbread house!" you say, excitedly. "You know? The ones we can put together with icing."
Trevor gets up from the couch and walks to you, picking up a box, "so you wanna compete?" he asked, giving you a grin, his eyes flashing with that fire you see when he wants something.
"No, I don't wanna compete," you tell him, "I just thought it would be a fun activity," you shrug.
"Ohhh no," Trevor chuckled, "we're going to do these right now and whoever gets there's put up first will have to tell the loser what to do the entire next day."
You glare at him and knowing how competitive you are you agree.
You took the rest of the bags and placed them on the couch, making more room for the gingerbread houses. You sat on a barstool while Trevor stood, ripping open the box.
"Don't break anything," you warned, "it could ruin the whole thing."
Trevor waved you off, "yeah, yeah, pay attention to the master, sweetheart."
The competition was on. You took out your icing bag and made sure that you were doing everything carefully while Trevor already had icing all over his hands.
You already had the base of the gingerbread house up while Trevors walls kept falling down.
"UGH," he yelled while you laughed at him.
"Guess you're going to have to do whatever I say tomorrow," you say, a laugh in your voice.
The roof on yours was finally done while Trevor had his four walls up... until they fell again.
Trevor was raging at the moment and while it was supposed to be a fun, relaxing, activity, it was very fun watching him, a grown man, getting upset at a gingerbread house.
He let out a deep sigh and turned to look at you.
"You.. you think you can help me?"
You looked at him and he looked obviously embarrassed for asking for help.
"I thought this was supposed to be a competition," you teased.
"Yeah, well, I didn't realize it was going to be this hard," he grumbled like a small child.
You laughed, "fine," you say, getting up off of the barstool and walking over to him. Picking up the four walls you carefully placed the icing on the ends and placed them together.
"You have to be slow and careful," you say to him, putting the roof on, "that's the key."
After his house was built he gave you a grin, "the competition is back on."
He quickly opened the bags of the candies and placed them on his house with the icing.
"Hey!" you cried, "you tricked me!"
You followed him and opened your bags of candies, trying your hardest and fastest to catch up to him.
You looked over and Trevor was indeed... done.
"That's not fair," you crossed your arms.
"Sorry dollface, but you gotta do whatever I want tomorrow."
You glared at him, "fine," you snapped.
"Aw, sweetheart, don't be upset, being a sore loser is a turn off."
The next day you did everything he did without whining, a bet is a bet of course.
Even though next year you were going to beat him, no matter if he asks for your help.
