Chapter 1: Roadmap!!
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IT'S. T.V. TIMEEEEE.
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Chapter 2: GOOD END Start!
Chapter 3: GOOD END Continue
Chapter 4: GOOD END Continue
Chapter 5: GOOD END Continue
Chapter 6: GOOD END Continue
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Chapter 3: BAD END Continue
Chapter 4: BAD END Continue
Chapter 5: BAD END Continue
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Chapter 2: Day Drinking
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Chapter 2: [YOU ARE HERE] GOOD END Start!
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“Hey, Candy Floss!” Some gruff voice yelled out. You sighed internally and looked over. The green room was cramped and noisy this time of day. Lanino and Elnina, however many damn Mikes there are, and all the stage assistants.
“You’re ready to go on air?” He asked, your blank stare not being an acceptable answer for him for some reason. You let out a small sigh and put on a forced smile.
“Yep. All ready to go. For the 7th time today. At 1pm. I’ve been here since 7am. That’s just barely over once per hour.” The assistant just stared at you, not really giving a shit.
“Yeah okay, you’re on in 10” He said, looking down at his clipboard. You strained your smile more and stood up. You went to the ladies room, staring at yourself in the mirror. You sighed and hung your head down, letting your face droop. You could hear it now. “Now, Now. No frowns before you get in front of those lights! Keep that pretty little smile on your face for the cameras!” You stifled a groan. You stared at the clock. The handles seemed to stand still.
It was probably broken. Nothing in this damned studio worked. It was almost like every piece of technology was from the god damn 70’s or worse. You let out a small sigh and fixed your hair and slight stage makeup. Your uniform was gaudy and over the top. Pink and blue frilly tulle and puffy sleeves. It was a shock that they didn’t make you wear a wig. Oh wait. Yeah no, you don’t get that privilege. Big poofy pink and blue wig, nearly 24/7 since they just hate having to put it back on every. Damn. Hour.
Your job was cushy for a price. It was cushy and itchy and bothersome. Your boss was one of the weirdest parts. Constantly wanted you in his office but never had something worthwhile to say. The epitome of “this could have been an email” but if you say email in front of him he fucking bursts into static and it takes 30 minutes to reboot him, delaying production. Your boss was annoying as all hell, but kind..? He usually stuck up for you when the stage assistants got too pushy. He gave you generous lunch breaks, though they were often in his office and not in the green room. He even called you by name, sometimes. He didn’t at first but he’s one of three whole people who do. Elnina does it constantly, she at least understood a little of your personal dilemma. When she wasn’t cuddled with Lanino.
You couldn’t hate her for it, god you’d kill for someone to be with you in this mad man’s personal hell and actually give you some relief- Some support. Support is what you wanted, totally. You had some support here and there, some people stuck up for you, or even gave you a little extra whiskey at lunch, or listened to you rant about your confusing boss.
Or turned off whatever god awful music they played in the green room.
“Candy! 5!” The voice called out, annoyed. You groaned and tugged at the wig. You stared daggers into your reflection and walked out, slumping. You stood behind the curtain. Tenna was still on stage, leading into the commercial segment. You watched mindlessly. Your eyes wandering around, the heavy velvet curtains, the panelling on the floor, the echoing of Tenna’s voice on the walls around backstage. The way he laughed, and the way he seemed to capture the audience and the way he honestly looked a bit charming in his suit.
“Candy! You’re on!”
Fuck.
“And now, a word from our sponsors!” Tenna chirped. The curtains fell and he passed you, smiling. “Hey there, sweet-thing! You’re up” Tenna whispered, a cheery smile on his face. The rating must be up. You nodded and gave a weak smile. You walked on stage, your props set up and your lines replayed on your mind. You’ve only done this 40 thousand times by now.
You groaned internally as you held up the cotton candy box for the camera. The lights fading and your smile with it. The curtains fell finally and you let out a quiet sigh. Your props and stage set up were scurried off and replaced with the popcorn advert materials. You gave the popcorn advertisement couple a half assed thumbs up. The woman looked just as miserable as you. You smiled internally at the unity.
You plopped down on the couch, relaxing a bit now that your ad was done for the hour. You had about 2 hours to yourself now. This was because of your lunch break. You hummed and looked at the clock. You could run home and tear the wig off, or scurry into the janitor’s closet and eat your lunch in peace for once while Tenna ate alone for once.
That’d mean no day drinking however and you knew you’d rather keep getting free shots of whiskey instead of facing your coworkers sober.
You strolled around, Tenna was in his personal room, getting dolled up for his next segments, you looked around. Lanino was waiting anxiously outside the women’s restroom. The suggestion box on the counter on the wall was overfilled, you could make out various obscene descriptions of threats from where you stood. Ramb was at his counter, looking a bit lonely.
“Hey there man, got any alcohol yet?” You teased. Ramb gave you a look and turned around, then back to you, unamused.
“What do you think my answer is gonna be, ‘luv.” He said, you smiled faintly.
“It’s worth a shot.”
“It’s been 4 months, ‘luv.”
“Happy anniversary!” You cheered before letting your face drop to a neutral expression. He smiled and let out a chuckle. He looked down and handed you a cider, knowing you’d turn it down anyways. You hummed and picked it up.
“This one new?” You asked, he nodded.
“Just came in the other day. 20 Points though, ‘luv.” You stared at him.
“This shit ain’t got alcohol and you’re charging 20 damn points for this-?” You said, frowning. “Does an employee discount mean nothing to you pricks.” You said, not directed at Ramb but whoever priced these things. You sighed and looked down again. Lunch break it is. You walked out of the green room and into the hallway, seeing your boss pace around in front of his office. You groaned internally. Here’s to another 30 minutes of awkwardness and bottomless whiskey shots.
You walked up to Tenna and gave a forced smile. “Hey! I was just wondering if I was good to get let go for my-” He cut you off suddenly, his face going staticy. You stared, confused. “For my… lunch break…?” You said slowly. His face came back suddenly, a cheery smile on his face again. You blinked. “Mr. Tenna?”
“OH! YEPPER! Go ahead! There’s an open spot in my office! Go, GO” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you into the office suddenly. You were still and silent, unsure what or even how the hell to respond. You stared at him blankly, he’s pouring a shot of whiskey already. He swallowed one, then another. This happened about 7 times before you let out a weak cough. He suddenly looked up and stared at you.
His antenna stood straight in the air. You could’ve sworn they let out little zaps. He let out a loud laugh? Cough? It sounded forced and painful. You blinked and watched him pour another shot. He slowly set it down, at your unofficial official seat across his desk. You didn’t know if this was a good time to walk over or if you should wait for an invitation. You sound like a damn vampire.
He let out a weak wheeze and waved his hand to your seat, urging you to sit down. You smiled weakly, nervous. You sat down, the plush seat was always welcome after the stiff ones you were used to in the green room. You looked at the glass and tentatively took a sip.
He mutters something like “Good” before walking around and pacing around the room again. He suddenly gets up and leaves the office, tugging on his tie aggressively. You stared at the slammed closed door in shock. You drank the rest of the whiskey and stared at the empty glass instead.
“I’m getting drunk immediately”
Chapter 3: Knuckles, Sandwiches
Notes:
Hope you enjoy! 2435 Words.
This work: "And Now, A Word from Our Sponsors! | [Tenna x Reader]"
Chapter 1: Roadmap for the collection/work!
Chapter 2: GOOD END Start!
Chapter 3: [YOU ARE HERE] GOOD END Continue
Chapter 4: GOOD END Continue
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You stared at the now half empty whiskey bottle. It was full when Tenna had shoved you into the office, his shots combined with your chugs had made it dwindle in content. You hummed, your head feeling a little fuzzy. Day drinking with an empty stomach, at work. This will end perfectly.
You sighed and set your glass down. You heard the door open but you didn't react. It was either Tenna or Mike. You honestly didn’t care which one it would be. You heard soft wheezes and hummed. Groaned? Who cares? You looked over your shoulder, it was Tenna, he looked disheveled. His tie was almost undone, his coat wrinkled- It was never wrinkled. Why’s his coat wrinkled? You spoke up finally.
“Um, Boss?” You asked. About 7 minutes of your lunch break were wasted since Tenna decided to get his circuits in a twist. He looked over at you and looked like a damn animal who’d been let out of captivity. You didn’t talk again. He looked crazy. His face softened, he stood up and tugged at his tie again, clearing his throat.
“Sorry about that, (Y/N)! I uh, Battat needed something! So I uh, needed to hop out for a second. Do you need anything-?” He asked, trying to be quiet. You shook your head slowly and looked at your empty glass. Your mouth seemed dryer than before. He took tentative steps forward. “Really, really, I’m sorry.. I’m sorry candy, I didn’t mean to scare ya sweetheart- B-BECAUSE YOUR NICKNAME IS CANDY.” He shouted suddenly. You stared at him, more freaked out than before.
“I can come back later if you want-” He slammed a hand on the table, half trapping you in your seat. You looked up at him, your eyes wide. Your heart hammered in your chest, your breathing seemed to quicken and slow down at the same time. ‘Damn.’ Was all you could really think. You could feel the whiskey in your veins, your stomach rearing up to let out either a burp or a hiccup. You prayed for the latter. You blinked and you could have sworn Tenna shrunk. You raised an eyebrow sluggishly.
“Boss?”
“Do you want to leave me..?” He said, it sounded like a fucking whimper. You blinked again, your eyes seemed to dry up.
“Mr. Tenna, what-?” You asked, you could feel the alcohol swirl your thoughts into a forming headache.
“You want to leave me. Just like the rest.” He whined. He shrunk again. He was only maybe a foot taller than you now. You stared, not believing what was happening right now. “All you think about is work, not me..” He whined louder. He’s at your height now.
Okay, don’t talk about work?
“Tenna..?” You said, testing the name on your lips. He seemed to perk up. Growing about 6 inches. “Uh.. I don’t um..” You didn’t know what to say. You did want to leave the room, but what the hell was he on about with you leaving HIM? You let out a weak breath.
“I don’t want to leave you…? You’re a great bo- person.. And I don’t exactly know what’s happening right now but-”
“You don’t mean that” He said, shrinking more so, he was shorter than you. You stared at him, getting annoyed. You let out a small breath and tried to speak again.
“I’m Not..”
“Whatever. It’s fine. Go take your lunch break with some other chump.” He grumbled, sulking and walking to his desk. He sat there, looking far too small for his chair for once. You groaned internally. Is this what it was like to be friends with him? You just told yourself he was drunk. You stood up and walked over to his desk, standing at the side and clearing your throat quietly for his attention.
“What’s got you all glooby-”
“I’m not fucking glooby.” He half growled. You stared at him, suddenly regretting your decisions that led you here. You looked over and saw the whiskey bottle, it looked like a siren rock. You bit your lip. You heard the chair squeak as you did so. You turned back to Tenna.
His face was more red than its usual white-ish purple. Your eyes felt drier than your mouth. He was leaning in a little. He looked like he was breathing heavier.
“What’s.. on your mind?” You asked slowly.
“Nothing.” He muttered quickly. His antenna zapped and leaned forward towards you. You felt your breath hitch. The static from the antenna made your wig go a little frizzy. He leaned in more and seemed to grow about an inch or two.
“Are you sure..?” You asked, quietly. You were a little nervous to talk too loudly in case Tenna would fly off the handle. You gulped when he nodded slowly. His face went to static for a second before it seemed to come back redder. You stared at him. You need fucking eyedrops after this. You glanced at the clock. You had about 10 minutes left of your lunch break and you hadn’t even eaten anything.
Tenna leaned back and let out a slow breath.
“I can.. Give you something better than whatever you were going to eat for lunch.” He said slowly and quietly, as if to himself. You seemed to gawk because he cleared his throat and stammered. “Obviously only if you would want that.” He added quickly. You stared in shock. What the hell was he asking you?
“That’s..” You began. He looked away, his screen going blank once more. But there was not static this time. He looked back at you, a little smaller now. You gulped. You wouldn’t say that you hadn’t wondered about this, clearly you have a small inkling of desire if you haven’t turned him down. You looked down for a moment.
“I only have 10 or so minutes left in my lunch break.” You said quietly. He let out a hum, a smile on his face. You looked up finally and stared at him quietly.
“Not anymore.” He said quietly. He stood up and walked to the door. He grabbed a “Do Not Disturb” knob decoration and slipped it on the outside of the door, locking it as he closed it once more. You felt your heart palpitate in your chest. What the hell were you doing? You are not about to fuck your boss- oh he’s unbuttoning his jacket. This is happening. You looked at your uniform, frowning. You’d get snipped at for having wrinkles. He looked at you, his antenna zapping more insistently now. You took a small deep breath and murmured out.
“Okay..”
“I need a more confident answer than that, sweetie.” He cooed. You looked up, a little surprised. You’d thought he would be a little more intimidating in a situation like this. You smiled a little, tipsy but a little glad he wasn’t going to exercise his power over you in this sense.
“I want this.. something better than my sandwich I made for lunch.” You said, louder this time. You peeked over at the desk where your pink tupperware was resting with your sandwich inside. You’d eat it later, you had other things to worry about now.
He smiled and continued undoing his jacket, his tie was tossed to the side. You watched, curious and unknowing of what you would need to remove. He waved you off, you gave him a blank expression. He pointed to his desk. You nodded weakly and walked over. You sat on the edge, your legs dangling off the sides of the wood. He made his way over, letting out a hum of approval. He stepped between your legs and tentatively running fingers up and down your outer thighs.
“You tell me what you want, (Y/N).” He said quietly, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His antenna zapped and your wig puffed up. Your breath felt hot as you spoke.
“I want this wig off of me.” You muttered, he immediately reached up and delicately removed the bobby pins and let it fall to the floor. He carded his fingers through your hair and leaned in more. He was full height now. You let out a shaky breath, your face flushing from the situation rather than the whiskey. He was insanely close. You could swear his nose was about to poke your chin. His face was shifted downwards, looking you in the eyes, you assumed. He spoke softly, his hands were gentle in your hair, relaxing you damn near instantly.
“Anything else for now?” He asked, you thought, you didn’t have anything else you wanted off or addressed right this second. You had a small question but it felt silly to your muddled mind. You weren’t drunk but your mind swirled with arousal and slight skepticism.
“Are there.. Expectations for this..?” You asked quietly. Your breath fanning over his face and hitting yours again. He hummed and shook his head, pressing a small peck to the side of your head. You let out a small breath and felt relieved. “So if I said I didn’t want.. Certain things, you wouldn’t be upset or secretly hold it against me?”
“Why would I do such a thing?”
“Because of your mood swings” You said simply. He pulled back and looked at you, his screen going a bit darker. You felt your stomach churn with both butterflies and a bit of anxiety. He took a deep breath himself and pulled back completely.
“I swear, I don’t have any expectations for this. I can prove it to you if you’d need me to.” He said, a little exasperated. You nodded a bit and relaxed visibly. He hummed and got down on his knees. He gently massaged your thighs, you were at eye level now. It felt exhilarating.
He worked his way up, slow teasing lines inwards then rubbed the outer portions. You sat there for a while, getting worked up. He then spread your legs slowly, his antenna snapping and crackling above his head. He leaned into your neck, his nose wasn’t as uncomfortable as you imagined. His breath almost tickled as you tilted your head for him to gain better access. He pressed small kisses at first. He was testing your boundaries, seeing what you enjoyed and when to pull back.
His hands massaged into your inner thighs, his kisses becoming almost needy. He hummed and pressed a finger against your clothing between your legs.
“More?”
“Please”
He smiled against your neck and maneuvered his hand into your uniform, stroking your vulva through the underwear. Your breath hitched and you instinctively pushed into his touch. He pressed a firmer kiss to your neck in approval. He worked his fingers a little more, teasing but also giving a little friction. His antenna gently zapped at your skin now, they roamed around your neck along with his lips. You let out a yelped moan when he finally slipped his finger under your underwear and circled the hood.
You push your hips into his touch more, your breathing becoming erratic as he gets bolder. His antenna let small marks and tingled after they would zap, you didn’t mind in the moment. Tenna mumbled incoherently into your neck. It loosely sounded like praise. You panted quietly and leaned your forehead against the side of his head. His vents were letting out steam like he was a boiling pot of water.
“Mmmn, so wet.” He murmured, you shuddered. You nodded weakly, closing your eyes as you let out your own hot breaths. He kissed harder, licking a little up and down the length of your neck. His fingers trailed down and eased at your opening. You bit your lip hard. He was certainly experienced. You assumed he was being quiet because of the crew outside the office. He slipped a finger inside slowly, you curled up slightly from the size. You murmured when you’d adjusted. He smiled and hummed, kissing your neck feverishly and pulsing the finger in and out. You let out whimpers, the size and positioning was doing wonders for your pleasure.
When you were ready, signalled by a series of muffled questions and your whimpered responses, he curled his finger and added another one, slowly stretching you out. His antenna explored to their limit. Your chest, your cheeks, your lips. They were everywhere and zapping, quiet declarations of possession. He curled both fingers while pulsing them in and out, It was killing you to stay silent. You gently bit down on one of his antennae that explored your lips. He gasped and let out a whine of his own.
He looked up at you, pulling back from his brutal kissing. You looked at him, your eyes fluttering open and closed, trying to settle for lidded but unable to allow them to sit still involuntarily. You were close, and he knew it. His free hand carded through your hair again, leaning in to kiss your jaw desperately. It felt like he was close himself, though you weren’t all that sure how. He whined against your neck, begging incoherently for you to come. You let out a weak moan before shuddering finally.
“Tenna-” Was all you could get out before biting into his shoulder harshly to stop yourself from moaning louder alerting the crew outside the office. You felt him shudder and he groaned into your neck. Once you stopped shaking he slowly withdrew his fingers and hummed at the sight. He smiled weakly and sat back. Your vision was blotchy, a tipsy orgasm was never unwelcome but wasn’t the greatest for your mind when the slight clarity hit. You smiled weakly and rested against the desk, watching Tenna half mindedly. He adjusted his pants, you looked down, they looked soaked. You raised a weak eyebrow, how the hell did you make that kind of mess. He watched you and gave a weak smile.
“That’s.. Not from you, I mean- It is but not from you, from you… if you’re picking up my drift..” he said awkwardly. You felt your face flush. You’re kidding. He fucking came just from.. Touching you? You gave a soft laugh, unsure whether to be weirded out or bashful. You smiled weakly and hopped off the desk, your legs a little wobbly.
“Thank you..” You said quietly. He smiled and nodded. You walked out of the office, your legs shaking slightly while he cleaned himself up in his office. A stupid grin on your face as you walked to the green room, your wig still laying still on the floor of Tenna’s office.