Summary: The 2026 Tumblr Sexyman contest has both you and Tenna stressing out.
Notes: THIS IS A GIFT FOR @rzeph hope u like it wink wonk
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It was a few days before the end results of the 2026 Sexyman Contest.
The final lineup was an absolute fever dream: a handsome, burly dwarf by the name of Senshi; Ryland Grace, not to be confused with Ryan Gosling; and last but not least, that beautiful TV man known as Mr. Ant Tenna. Being a dedicated fan, of course you voted for Tenna. And having such a strong fanbase, there was no doubt he could lose this!
Or so you thought.
Currently, he and Senshi are neck and neck. With a sigh of frustration, you sank further onto the couch. You were currently lounging in Tenna’s dressing room. Being his favorite employee, multiple perks came along—yadadada, your backstory and relationship are not the point right now! This is the sexyman contest we're talking about. You’ve been keeping constant close tabs on the poll, the votes keep getting closer and closer.
The vibration of a new notification rippled against your hands. Who dares to leave a message when you’re just so busy? You caught a quick glance at the link sent by your best friend. The message attached read, ‘TENNAS SELLING HIMSELF OUT.’
He’s what?
Your fingers quickly flew to the chatroom, double clicking on the link the second it popped up. You were then redirected to a hashtag, and not just any hashtag. An entire thread of Tenna depicted in rather suggestive photos fell before your eyes. It was a definite last minute attempt to gather more votes, nothing but absolute fan service here! You scrolled throughout the lengthy thread, your thumb landed on a photo of him with his shirt buttons completely popped off. The caption below read, ‘We do it for the FANS!’
Oh, sweet Tenna.
You were aware of how desperate Tenna could get, he made no effort to hide it. Hell, this contest is quite literally all he’s spoken about this month, was this really a surprise? The poll must've had him on edge. Still, to stoop so low… You couldn't help but feel bad for the poor guy.
Yet, you continued to toss and turn while viewing the other photos. It was all for research purposes, of course. It’s not a big deal to save a few, right? And it’s certainly not a big deal if you zoomed in a little! These photos were surprisingly well photographed, and each concept was awfully creative. You couldn't help but think, ‘Who even took these photos?’ Whoever it was knows his audience, that’s for sure.
The heavy slam of a nearby door made the phone spring out of your hands.
That must be Tenna!
With a quick scramble, you hurried to pick it back up. The last thing you needed was to get caught looking at this, he’d probably get real embarrassed. You quickly exited the app for extra precaution before shutting the device down entirely. Now it was time to act normal and not address the elephant in the room.
You heard footsteps stop just outside the dressing room. The door slowly opened and you were greeted with a subtle nod. His hands were hovering behind his stiff back, hiding whatever he was holding.
That’s odd. Usually he wouldn’t shut up upon seeing you.
“Hey, Tenna!” You gave a warm smile, watching as the door shut behind him. “Watcha got there?”
No response was exchanged on his end, only for a few seconds, then that usual dorky smile fell into place.
“Good afternoon, starshine!” Tenna’s hands swept forward to reveal a box of pizza, your favorite! He held it out like an offering. “I hope you’re hungry."
You eagerly took the box from his hands. Nothing was wrong after all! Still, you coulda sworn he seemed a little off. Maybe it was just your imagination.
“What’s that look for? Don’t worry, I didn’t ask for pineapple.” He joked, hand gently ushering you to the coffee table.
You sat the box down and opened the lid, wasting no time to grab a slice. “Thank y-who” The munching slurred your speech, some sauce even stained your cheek.
Tenna’s cord began to wag. He couldn’t help but adore every side of you, even if it was something as simple as you eating your favorite food. You were wonderful nonetheless. His thumb tenderly dragged against the stain.
“S-oh, how wa your dah?”
“How was my day?”
“Mhm.”
His day? His day… It couldn’t have been anything more than worse! Tenna’s body stiffened, leaving your head to tilt in confusion. His thumb remained idle against your cheek. Should he just be honest about it? Tell you that this contest was eating him alive day-by-day?
“Well, it was…”
You pointed to his now clawed thumb, it wedged tightly between his teeth. He had no idea when it got there, but quickly played it off. “Marinara!” Jokingly licking off the lingering sauce, he extended his hand in the air.
“Your day was marinara?”
“No!”
You swallowed. “Y’know.”
Whether you initially were right or not…
“You seem a bit off recently, are you okay?”
It wouldn’t hurt to make sure.
“I’M PERFECTLY FINE!” His voice raised. Tenna’s hands now instinctively fiddled with his antennas; a common sign he was growing antsy.
“Tenna…” You hesitantly stepped forward, and he immediately grew defensive. “Don’t—don’t look at me like that!” With a stutter, his voice came out in a harsh growl.
“Like what, Tenna?” You responded unphased, knowing all he needed right now was comfort.
“Like you’re judging me!”
“I’m not judging you, I’m just concerned—“ Tenna cut you off. “You have no reason to be concerned, I’m going to WIN this!”
“That’s not what I meant! I’m worried about you, not the poll.”
“WORRIED? Are you worried I won’t win?”
“No! And even if you don’t win, it’s just a silly contest“ He just wasn’t getting it.
“What do you MEAN it’s just a SILLY CONTEST!?”
To an extent, Tenna knew you were right. It was just a silly contest, the name of it definitely confirmed that fact. But he’s started to completely convince himself otherwise. To him, these votes were a reflection of his self worth. He fed on the approval of others like oxygen, and this petty poll was currently cutting off his supply.
“You don’t get it! This is a head count of people who actually want me here.” He bared his fangs, voice bouncing off the walls.
The look on your face snapped him right out of his defensive haze. He hadn’t even registered how harsh he was being right now. And to you of all people?
“I’m sorry.” With quick shame, he turned the other cheek. “I don’t want you to see me like this.” Alongside his drooping antennas, he dramatically shrunk in size right at your feet.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” You reassured him with a gentle tone, looking down at him now.
“Please—please don’t abandon me, I can still win this!” The thought of losing you was just gut wrenching. Multiple scenarios played out in his head during the contest. If he lost, it would confirm he was irrelevant, nothing but junk. And maybe, you’d agree. You’ve given him a warmth he’s never known, a reason to smile, how would he survive without you?
“Please…” His voice sounded defeated.
Abandon him… that’s what this is all about?
Tenna continued to plead in great urgence. He was acting as if you were already one foot out the door, now desperately pawing at your legs like a puppy whining for attention. Poor thing! The adorably pitiful display made your heart swell. The concept of you abandoning your beloved TV star, he couldn’t be more than wrong.
“I'm not going to abandon you, Tenna. I never was.” Tenna’s gaze met yours in relief upon hearing that. “Even if you don’t win, you’ll always be my sexy-man.”
Smooth.
“You… you MEAN it?”
“Yup.” Your hand lowered to pet his antennas.
“Oh, sweetheart!” He cooed, pulling down your hand just enough to nuzzle his face against it. “You are just lovely!” He didn’t notice your subtle laugh, too busy drowning in affection. “You’re wonderful!” Tenna was seriously cute, you sometimes wished he could stay this size forever.
“I can’t lose you! I—I just can’t.”
“And you won’t.” You swooped him up with ease, cradling him gently in your arms. “Ever.” The sentence ended with a quick boop to the nose, leaving Tenna all flushed and giggly. His cute-self almost distracted you from an earlier question.
Was his initial instinct to win you over with pizza?
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The big day was finally here.
It was a long and nerve-wracking night to say the least. You probably spent more time tossing and turning than actually sleeping. Tenna and Senshi continued to stay neck and neck every time you checked the polls, it was seriously getting out of hand. Grace, on the other hand, was greatly left behind.
Poor guy.
Anyways, you had to forcibly insert an incorrect password into your phone just so it’d lock you out. Safe to say you had a total of 4-5ish hours of sleep… But sleep isn’t important! The only important thing today was the final results of the poll. The official 2026 Tumblr—yeah.
Hastily scrambling to your phone, you opened up Tumblr. Tenna would be absolutely devastated if he lost, and so would you. A big frown on the guy’s face was too painful to even think about! You shook your head and clicked the event owner’s account.
The loading screen of doom always had the worst timing.
You clicked your tongue. “Load faster, DIPSHIT!” With an impatient tap, you glared at the screen with a look that could cut through steel.
“C’mon…” The screen finally cleared and the owner’s profile popped up. Now was it, time for the grand reveal. You slowly scrolled past their icon, then their pinned post, stretching out the suspense. “Bring home the bacon, Tenna…”
An involuntary yelp escaped your lips as you saw the results.
He won.
TENNA WON.
In a burst of joy, you tossed the phone into the air. Now full on cheering as you hopped across the dressing room floor. When did I mention you were in here again? Who cares, Tenna just won! All your efforts in promoting him online paid off in victory.
The door behind you slammed open.
“Tenna!—“ You were forced into a bone crushing hug, his tight grip forcing the air right out your lungs. Your feet now dangled a few inches off the floor.
He had you hoisted up like a ragdoll, completely oblivious to your desperate need of oxygen. When it comes to physical affection, Tenna definitely resembles a big house dog that lacks spatial awareness. And he wasn’t beating the allegations with that cord wagging.
Right against your ear, his voice boomed with sheer glee. “Oh, they LOVE me! They really LOVE me!” He went on and on, the sheer volume of excitement rattled against your poor eardrums. “THEY LOVE TV! THEY REALLY DO!”
Your face was pressed tightly against the broad expanse of his chest. “Mphh...”
“I feel amazing!! I feel marvelous!!”
“Mhhhh!..”
“THEY—“ Tenna’s celebration was put to a pause, the subtle poking of your finger against his waist catching his attention. He’d look down to see your hands now flapping around desperately. “Woah, woah! Sorry dear!”
With a panic, Tenna quickly retracted like a dog with its tail between its legs. His hands flew to the air with a face painted guilty. The recoil was so fast you nearly stumbled to the ground.
“It’s—okay…” You huffed in between words.
“I guess I got a little excited.” His hand rubbed behind his head.
A little?
“Lookie!” Tenna shoved his phone in your face, he forced himself to get one just for this contest. You were shown the numerous fan accounts that were desperately fighting against the odds. Your secret account was caught in the mix. There were even multiple spam chains of the phrase ‘WE LOVE TV.’
“This contest was all for fun anyways, I didn’t realize people took it so seriously.” Mind you, this is the same guy who was begging people to vote for him.
Despite the humble act, he continued to giggle away at his phone. Tenna was completely ecstatic right now. To hold such a popular title, it felt unreal! He was such a big deal online right now, you could say he was a big shot.
The euphoria soon died out when he began to wonder, would this massive wave of support make you feel small in comparison? Projection maybe, but he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel sidelined by the sea of fans.
“Just so we’re clear starshine.” Tenna’s hand cupped your jaw entirely, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. “No one in this world could ever out-shine you.” A big, dorky smile stretched across his face.
What a goof.
A silent puff of laughter escaped you, making his cord slump in confusion. Oops. You weren't trying to make the moment unserious, not at all, but Tenna is just too adorable for his own good!
You let out a fake cough before responding to his reassurance.
“Thank you, Tenna!” You wrapped your arms fully around his waist, and he followed in your embrace. A string of soft murmurs were muffled behind your ear.
Summary: Flowery is completely fond over his anxious reader! As playful teasing blooms into genuine attraction, a thorny conflict of feelings between you and Asgore starts to tangle up
Notes: ILL PROOFREAD THIS AGAIN LATER AHH PLEASE DONT MAKE ME AHHH!!!
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Flowery, an admirable man to many. Perfect in all aspects. You definitely idolized him, and it was a little embarrassing to count the number of habits you picked up from him. It was hard to tell if you wanted to be him, or be with him. Unfortunately, those options feel out of reach; they exist only in dreams. But all is fine, you were perfectly content with how things were, it’s for the best anyways.
Was this all simply a way of coping? Most definitely.
Realistically, staying calm felt impossible when it came to Flowery. You try, you really do, but it’s so hard! All normal behavior gets tossed out the window and this awkward bumbling mess of a human is shoved into place. Every fumble of words makes you wanna roll on the ground and scream! Overdramatic probably, but it really can’t be helped. At least for now.
Thankfully, he’s adapted to your behavior with ease. Always understanding your silent cues without needing further explanations. He’s even learned to read your body language, picking up when you’re internally stressing without fail. It all makes you wonder why so much effort is made in the first place. No big fuss was ever raised towards your inept nature, and it felt good. It made you feel normal.
Of course, no one is truly ‘normal’. We’re all just people… and monsters, and flowers of course, who were randomly put on this planet. So why should anyone be ashamed for being different? Even in the slightest, who cares!
You. You care.
It’s always been hard to apply the same logic to yourself, which is why the endless amount of kindness received throughout knowing Flowery felt overwhelming to say the least. Constantly being praised for the smallest of things. Receiving genuine compliments baked straight from the heart. He seemed to truly want nothing but the best for you. And how could you not grow feelings for someone like that?
You continued with your long walk out the dark world, having just spent the entire day at the flower kingdom. Flowery had offered to walk you to the exit, but you profusely declined, not wanting to be a bother.
“Jarona! What does that even mean?”
You couldn't help but repeat one of those silly voice lines of his. Always yelling one out like some video game character. They were seriously damaging your idiolect. The trail you took was usually empty, so there was no need to worry about being noisy.
“Jarona!”
“Here I come San Frandisco!”
“Leaf it to me!”
“They’re eating my flesh!”
“F-F- Flowery!”
Oh how words were spoken too soon. In your banter, you were spotted by the now smug Flowery, stepping into view. Did he just walk out of a bush?
With a jump, eyesight was forced to the floor. He then outstretched his arm towards you and gently lifted that chin right back up. “Howdy there B-B- bud.” Haha! Is that your trademark?” A harmless tease, finding your stutter to be adorable nonetheless. This flustered sight was nothing new, and he ate it up every time.
On the other hand, you couldn’t help but be more than anxious. Did he think you were weird now? Surely mimicking someone couldn't be that big of a deal. But if even so, why is he laughing… Are you being made fun of? Though, being bullied by Flowery isn’t that bad of a concept.
Feeling like quite the joke to him now, silence was made. And as if taking immediate note of the discomfort, laughter was put to a stop.
“Just pollen your leg, Dear! I didn’t realize you liked my phrases that much, I’m flattered.” He patted your head, a gentle apology that showed nothing but sincerity. The gesture sent pure warmth down your gut.
“Y’know, it’s nice seeing you so expressive. A real sight for sore irses.”
Your heart did a quick flip. Was he flirting? No, probably not, he was a natural born charmer afterall. You gave a brief nod in response, clearing your throat.
“Haha, um, did you follow me all the way here?”
“Guilty as charged. I couldn't let you walk alone without an escort.”
Suddenly, his arm looped through your elbow, pulling you close enough that your shoulders brushed with every step. The sudden heat of his skin released a honeyed scent of floral. You stared straight ahead, desperately trying to remember how to breathe normally so he wouldn’t notice how much this proximity was destroying you.
Flowery’s consideration never failed to amaze you. He came all the way here regardless of turning down his offer. The brief realization couldn't help but make you feel a bit bad now, why'd you have to make it so complicated earlier?
“Ah ah, I see those gears turning. Don’t you dare apologize.”
“Sorry. Ah, sorry…”
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before pointing an accusing finger at your face.
“Two in a row! I’m gonna have to start enforcing petal-ties if you keep this up.”
Petal-ties? Petalties. Penalties.
“I’m kidding, now tell me. Which line is your favorite?”
“Favorite line? There’s just so many, I don’t know…”
You inhaled
“JARROOONNAAA!!!”
“(◜◡◝)”
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Much time had passed, and needle-less to say, you’ve been glued to the hip! A thorn on his side, but the good kind… if there is a good kind. You were starting to slowly grow out of that old clammy shell. And to no one’s surprise, the tendency to imitate him only continued. Flowery loved every second of it. It gives not only a great ego boost, but a fond appreciation! He’d cling to you just as much as you clung to him. There was no doubt that a newly found soft spot was held for you.
Being together so often, the other flowers' presence is likely to be expected. Each had their own unique charming gimmicks. And with such a wide variety of personalities, it could get a little overwhelming. You’ve been to the garden plenty of times, so why does this pit of anxiety still remain? The constant fear of making a mistake in any context felt endless. The dark chorus of negativity was abruptly put to a stop by a symphony of laughter.
Hanging around the castle, you were currently trying to reenact Flowery’s signature pose with Aqua and Orange. He had momentarily walked out a while ago. Energetic overlaps between the two flowers made things a bit tricky. The atmosphere now slowly startong to feel like a chaotic babysitting gig.
“Are you sure I’m not doing it right?”
“Uuu, wrong! Wrong! You’ve got it all Wrong! Watch after me.” Aqua huffed. She then leaned into a pose that was just not quite right.
“Uuuu! Like this!”
“No, no, It’s like this!” Orange then clumsily demonstrated.
Limbs trembled as you fought for balance, it was plain hard to get the gist of it. Maybe you’re just a rigid person. Must be a funny sight for anyone to come across, that's for sure. Safe to say it looked like a buncha stickbugs were having a dance off. Who woulda thought posing would be so difficult?
“AQUA!!! STOP CONFUSING THEM!!!
“Uuu. Me? Confusing? You’re confusing the human!”
The fun ‘game’ ended up in the two youngsters bickering. This definitely should’ve been expected.
“Uh, girls? There’s no need to fight over this, let’s just try again!”
It was no use, you wondered if they even heard you.
“Girls…?”
“Well, if it isn’t my best bud!” Flowery had just returned. Walking over with giddy steps, an unnoticed hand wave was sent to the others. Probably too busy with their silly little argument to acknowledge his presence.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Flowery!” You couldn't hide the eagerness in your tone upon seeing him.
Giving a brief explanation of the scene, a huff of delight exhaled out his nostrils. “You gotta put your back into it, like this.” Falling into position with ease, he made a demonstration. You followed in his steps, head repeatedly turning back to make sure everything was being done right. A sudden feeling of warm hands met your waist, then your arms. Slowly maneuvering you into a position that was just right.
“Just like that.” He murmured, hands lingered longer than they should’ve. Fingers brushed lightly against your sleeve leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Oh, thanks.”
“You can breathe, you know?”
Forgetting how to breathe around him as usual. Oh, how you desperately needed to fix that habit. With an exhale, you blurted a rather sassy remark without thinking.
“Easier said than done when you’re always hovering…”
“Oh?” A low huff of laughter escapes him.
“Is it distracting? Maybe I’ll just have to keep hovering until you get used to it.” The defiant side of you was just adorable, he couldn’t stop his fingers from pinching your cheek.
“Aren’t you just the cutest bud in the garden.”
Usually this was the part where you would stammer away. Maybe attempt to hide. Or even nudge him to the side. But watching the familiar fond crinkle around his eyes, something inside you shifts.
“Hey, Flowery?”
Sure, you’d been more open with him recently, but the struggle to return affection back always dwelled. You couldn't keep hiding your gratitude forever. It was time for change. Just one quick moment of honesty, you got this.
“Thank you for always being so patient with me… I can’t imagine a world without you.”
Cheesy. But Flowery is the cheeseburger of cheese, so it all works out. Just for a second, a quick dash of pink painted his cheek. The validation made him wilt like a lily. Huh, that's new, usually it’s the other way around. Maybe it's because he’s so used to your cute, quiet admiration. It turned out his tenderness had planted deep roots, making him far more important in your life than realized.
You can’t imagine a world without him.
How… conflicting!
Flowery loves you, he loves everyone! But recently, it feels like that love has bloomed.
It’s different.
It’s strong.
It’s Asgore.
Asgore? No way that comparison was just made. His love for Asgore was complicated to explain. All that is known is he holds a deep importance to Flowery. And now, so do you.
Being so loyal to Asgore, it felt almost selfish to even entertain the idea of seeing you in a similar light. It directly violates Flowery’s core values, and truthfully, maybe self identity. Craving for approval, he’s selflessly given up everything for Asgore. For years of devotion to suddenly be split with someone he hasn’t even known half as long. It feels criminel!
But that cute face you got on right now is too frustrating. He can't help but want to cherish this presence forever; a newfound purpose to stay by your side. Would it be so wrong to prioritize the both of you? A bitter wave flooded his mouth as thoughts spun out of control. The internal whiplash was starting to get nauseating.
“BIG BRO!”
“Ja-orange!”
Focus was drawn back to Orange and Aqua. Both flowers smirked proudly while flawlessly posing. Too cute! With a shake to the head, all composure was regained.
“Uuu. Look, Loook!”
“Are you two done flirting yet? We finally got it on the nail!”
“Yes, we are done. All right gang, all together now!”
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