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@oo-mariana-oo
Welcome to the Show.
Meet Mariana Marionette, standing at about 6'1. She's a soft-spoken spirit who tends to document the world around her while smoking some of her hand rolled cigarettes.
Has a tendency to "borrow" books from stores and libraries. Usually, medical books or novels that involve tragedy. Also, she likes to "borrow " any vinyls she finds.
Have any questions about this puppet? Fill free to ask her questions!
50 likes and I'll draw her boinking Tenna.
Behind the Scenes (Tenna x Assistant!reader) pt 4
HERE WE GOOOOOOOO
We are getting spicy in this one (and some drug usage)!!! πβ οΈπβ οΈπ
Over a month had passed since your first day, and you honestly couldn't be happier!
You gained respect from your fellow coworkers as Tenna's assistant. And based on the praise you got from your colleagues, you were starting to get good at your job.
It was a Friday night at the Theater. The stage hands were busy wrapping up the stage while you made your rounds, your hips swaying to the music that one of them was playing.
Tenna must have wondered off, which you've come to notice, that this was normal. You've learned that, after a particularly stressful night ( even if successful), he just kind goes places by himself. You've heard of your coworkers getting snapped at if they interrupted him during his little "walks," but he seems to not mind you doing it, happily accepting the company.
"(Y/N)!" Mike hollers behind you, making you jump a bit.
"God, you scared me!" You say, playfully punching his arm. He didn't seem impressed.
"I got the schedule and scripts for next week. Take them to Tenna and go over them. Make sure you explain to him our sponsor for the show. " he explains, handing you a stack of papers.
"Got it. Is he in his dressing room? He just kinda wondered off after filming." You explain. Mike just shrugged.
"You're his assistant. How should I know?" He says sarcastically before walking away to tell a stage hand something.
You hum to yourself. Looking through the schedule for next week, you make your way to his dressing room, guessing that was where he was.
You've noticed during today's show that he was more fidgety than usual, his antennas twitching or his screen going black for a split second, his knee bouncing uncontrollably under his desk. You had tried to see if he was ok during his breaks, but for some reason, that made it worse. He chain smoked every break, not being able to say much like he usually did. In other words, you were worried.
As you thought about it, nothing obvious had happened for him to get all nervous. It was just a normal day of rolling.
Your heels echo through the quiet hall as you approach Tennas dressing room. As you raise your hand to knock, you freeze.
"Fuuck!~" Tenna's muffled voice comes through the door.
Your heart stopped. Was he ok? Is something happening? You quickly knock on the door, a bit harder than you meant, but you didn't care. Something was wrong.
"Tenna! It's me (Y/N). Is everything ok???" You ask, concerned.
You could hear him swear from his dressing room, things shuffling around, like someone wasn't expecting company.
"C-come in!" He calls out. You waist no time letting yourself in.
The room smelled heavily of tobacco, some smoke still lingering in the air. He was sat on his couch, face dusted with red, his head in his hand. It was like he was trying (and failing) to act normal, legs crossed tightly. From the looks of it, he grew a little bit, as he was hunched over a bit.
"Oh gosh, are you ok? I heard you from outside, is everything alright???" You ask, walking up to his seat, papers hugged up to your chest.
"Y-yep! Everything's all hunky dooty!" He says quickly, drumming his fingers on the side of his head.
"Are you sure? You've been on edge all night..." You say gently, taking a seat next to him. You couldn't help but notice him back up a bit.
Before either of you could say anything else, you notice something smudged on his screen. It was a little dot of black liquid and a white powder. You wouldn't be able to notice it without the red of his screen contrasting the colors.
"Tenna, you need to tell me what's going on. You got a nose bleed for God's sake!" You say, pulling a napkin from your pocket and reaching up towards his screen. He retreats a little but seems to give up before he can fully avoid your hand.
His head is hot at the touch as you use your cloth to clean his face. He seems to now lean in a bit, not enough for you to initially notice.
You crumble the tissue in your hand, peering around his room for a trash can. And that's when you see it. His vanity.
There were a few white, powdery lines on it, a rolled up dollar next to the lines. You blink, eyes shooting back up at him.
"Listen, dear, i-it's not what it looks like-"
You cut him off by placing your hands on either side of his screen.
"Are you high right now?..." you ask, more gently than he was expecting.
"No! I- well... yes. But! I don't usually do this! It's just been a long day, and I'm not too much of a drinker and... a-and..." he trails off, practically digging himself into a hole. "Your not mad...right?..."
"No! No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to make sure that you're ok!" You explain quickly. "I just... got worried, you know? It looked like something was bothering you all night, and hearing you from the hallway... made me nervous, ok? I just want to make sure you're doing good... I care about you, ya know?"
You could feel his screen heat up under your hands, his screen now a nice shade of pink.
"Wait- you care?.." he asks softly.
You nod your head, warmly smiling up at him.
You saw his body relax in an instant, him growing bigger ever so slightly. Your kind words were more soothing than any drug he's tried. And, God, the way your soft hands felt on his screen, it was almost... heavenly.
He leans into your touch, placing his large hand over yours. He can't help but revel in how your cheeks dust with red, how your eyes looked, your body, in that tight little black skirt you wore and the way it hugged your curves, how your chest looked in that top. Goddamn...
He could feel his pants growing tighter by the second.
"Is there anything I can get you, Tenna?" You ask softy.
"I-I don't know..." he says.
You try to think. How can you help him relax? He seems to like physical contact. Maybe a shoulder rub?
"How about this... we just. Chill. For the rest of the night? No papers, schedules, nothing. Just us" you say, moving your hands to the back of his neck, rubbing gently, but deeply.
He groans, leaning into your touch. You notice him cross his legs tighter, hands tightly folded in his lap.
You move yourself behind his large frame, and he scoots forward to give you room.
You start with his shoulders, pressing deeply into his tense muscles. You hear him hiss as you hit a knot in his muscle.
"I know, it's gonna feel much better in just a moment... you're doing so well. " You say, tenderly rubbing the spot that's bothering him.
"I-I am?" He asks, his breath hitching.
"Mhm. Very good." You say, sweetly. He shudders as you drag your hands down his broad back. "Very very good." You say again, almost whispering. He whimpers, leaning towards your touch.
You continue working, your headset and papers long discarded on one of the tables. You could hear the groans he was letting out. You think about the last time he could have even done this, gotten any kind of stress relief from something other than drugs... you immediately shake that though out of your mind as you begin to think about dirtier things... luckily, he can't see the redness of your face.
Unbeknownst to you, he was about 5 seconds away from losing his mind. His pants were impossibly tight and starting to get uncomfortable, causing him to squirm around.
You hit a specific spot, gently running your hands down his sensitive side, you see his hand shoot up from his lap to his mouth, trying to hide the noise he was about to make.
"Are you ok? Did I go too hard? " you ask.
"No! That s-spot is just... sensitive..." he mumbles in embarrassment. You laugh, your sweet voice echoing through his mind.
" You know... your kinda cute like this... all exposed, no showmanship." You say, running your hands up his back. " just you~"
He practically moaned at the sound of you saying that, his hip involuntarily jutting forward. This doesn't go unnoticed by you.
Is he... no, it couldn't be.
You move your hands back to his neck muscles, massaging deeply, intentionally brushing his neck, just to hear him quiver under your touch. He's practically panting at this point.
"Tenna... can I ask you something?." You say softly.
"M-mhm?.. " he mumbles, tilting his head back at you.
" Are you enjoying this?" You ask gently, your voice sending Shivers down his spine.
"Y-yes..." he says, breathlessly.
"Tenna." You say, moving next to him.
He looks at you, sweet dripping down his neck.
"O-oh um. Yeah?" He says, surprised at your new location.
Fuck it. We in it to win it.
"Tenna..." you start, placing a firm hand on this thigh. "How good does it feel..." you say in a low, seductive tone. His face brightens.
"I-i..." he stubles over his own words. You see how hard he's pressing his hands into his lap.
Alright, here goes nothing...
You take his large hands in yours and slowly bring it to your hip, moving slowly into his lap, him being unable to physically say anything.
You can feel him under you as you take your seat. Holy shit.
"(Y/N)- i..." he trails off, trying to find the words to say anything. "Are you sure?.." he finally asks, in a soft, almost concerned tone.
You smile up at him, taking his screen in your hands before slowly leaning forward, your lips brushing his.
"Only if you're going to be good for me~" you whisper to him. That was all it took. You close the gap between the two of you and your lips lock, in a desperate, eager way.
You grind your hips down on him, causing him to moan loudly into your kiss, large hands gripping your hips, trying to pull you closer.
"F-fuck... you don't k-know what you do to m-me..." he moans, leaning back so that you're on top of him.
You focus your attention onto his neck, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of black lipstick in your wake. His hip jut upward as you sink your teeth down, giving small kitten licks to the mark.
"So..." you begin, unbuttoned your blouse slowly. "You gonna be a good boy for me?~" you ask.
Unable to speak, he desperately nods, letting out a whimper as he grinds into you. God, you felt yourself growing more aroused with every noise he made.
You pushed him back so that he was lying on the couch, reaching back to remove your bra. His mouth was watering at the sight of your breasts.
"You wanna touch them, baby?" You ask innocently. He frantically nods, waiting no time cupping them in his large hand, making you moan. He captures your sensitive nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, moaning into the soft flesh as he desperately grinds against you.
You hold his head in bliss as he attacks your chest.
"Ah~ f-fuck... nmmhgg!.." he moans into your chest. "P-please, baby. P-please touch me.." he practically begs. You giggle, pulling your chest away from him, a string of spit hanging from his mouth.
"What do you want, honey~ " you say, slowly reaching for your skirt. " What do you need?~"
"You." He says without missing a beat.
With that, you slowly slip off your lace panties, dropping them on the floor without care. You press your hands to his chest, feeling down until you reach his throbbing member. You work with his zipper until his cock springs free, slapping his stomach.
Holy fuck its huge.
"Gosh, you look so pretty like this~" you coo to him, grinding on his member. He hisses at the pleasure, grabbing your hips for dear life. "So pretty for- ah~, for me. So good for me, your doing great~ ah!~" you say between moans. He was a mess under you, babbling about how good you felt, swearing as his hips buck into you.
You take his member into your hand, your fingers barely touching. This may have been easier if he didn't grow so big, but there's no looking back. You give him a few pumps as he basically screams your name. He was covered in your arousal, so no need for lube.
You feel the tip brush against your entrance, making you shiver. "Oh fuck, please baby..." he begs, and with that, you slowly lower yourself onto him, growing fuller by the second, his large size stretching you out. " f-fuck you s-s-so TIGHT!~" He yells, slamming you down into his lap, making you gasp as he enters you.
Bracing your hands on his firm chest, you slowly lift yourself up before slamming back down. The pace you set is almost too much for him, you almost feel him grow a little inside you, causing you to moan his name.
"Sh-shit! Oh God pleasesaymynameagain!~" he babbles out, almost sobbing.
You do as he says, and you moan his name again. " fuuck, you like that baby? Do you like being inside me? Fucking me so good? God, oh God, you feel so good!~ ah~" you moan, clenching onto him, causing him to let out a pitiful whimper.
"Fuck! Oh gosh, I'm c-close. Please, I'm so close!" He cries into your neck, hands still firmly on your hips. He slams into you, making you a moaning mess.
You start fondling your breasts, squeezing and messaging them out of pleasure. You can feel yourself getting close. "Oh fuck! Please Tenna, inside, do it inside! Fuck, fill me!~" you moan, pinching your nipples.
His pace quickens underneath you, tears rolling down his screen in pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Tenna I love you!~" you moan.
Just as you say that, he slams you down as hard as he can, spilling his seed inside of you, making you come as he ruts into your G spot perfectly, crying out his name as you milk him. He chokes out a moan, half crying from the pleasure.
"Oh thank you thank you thankyouthankyou...." he repeats as he grinds into you, his member making a bump on your lower stomach. You feel his cum leak out of your entrance, making you shiver. You collapse onto his chest, trying to catch your breath. You feel his arms move from your waist to your back. Rubbing small circles on your back, still buried deep inside you.
You both sat there in silence, basking in eachothers company. You laid there listening to the soft beat of his heart. It was nice.
"Did you mean it?.." he softly asks, breaking the silence.
"Hmm?" You hum, looking up at him.
"Do you love me?." He asks quietly.
You smile warmly, giggling at his question. "Yeah. I do love you, honey.~" you coo, kissing the tip of his nose.
He smiles brightly at you, holding you closer to his chest.
"I love you too (Y/N)..." he says, pulling you into a deep, loving kiss.
You feel his hand slide down, gripping your ass in his palm, him growing hard inside of you, making you moan.
This was going to be a long night indeed. And you couldn't wait.
This got longer than expected, lol.
I'm fuckin COOKING rn with part 4.
WE NEED TENNA SPICE πππ!!!!!
Almost posted part 3 of Behind the Scenes half done lol.
Behind the Scenes (Tenna x Assistant!Reader) pt 3
Alright, here we go again. Also! I am opening my Ask Box! I'd love to start taking requests and do oneshots and headcannons!!!
Also, this one gets a bit spicy, so MINORS DNI πππ!!!
The man stood in fear, a small bead of sweat rolling down his neck as he turned around, looking up at Mr. Tenna.
"W-we were just. Uh, talking." He says with a shakey voice.
"Then I would suggest that you get away from her." Mr. Tenna says coldly, yanking the man away from you by his shoulder.
David stumbles back, falling on his ass.
Mr. Tenna stands in front of you now, but with a different presence. He didn't seem as cold, as big as he was just a second ago. Looking down as you, his hand reaches forward towards your headset.
"May I? " he asks softly. You nod your head, unable to speak, clutching his coat to your chest.
His large hand brushes against your red tinted cheek as he removes your headset. Holding the mic down, he brings it up to his screen.
"Mike. Yeah, it's Tenna. We have one of the contestants causing some... issues. Yes, that one. West hallway, next to the Green Room. Alright. Thank you." He says. He turns the mic off.
"Are you ok (Y/N)? Did he hurt you? " he asks, with a concerned tone. " I dearly hope I got here in time..."
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. He didn't touch me, he was just saying some things that... rubbed me the wrong way is all." You explain, trembling slightly. " I'm just a bit shaken up is all... I'm fine."
" 'Fine' is not good enough. " he says, I bit more harshly then intended. "I want you to feel safe here... not being scared that some piece of shit is going to pull stunts like that."
Just as he said that, the door down the hall opened, with Darkners with shirts that said SECURITY on them stepping out. David saw them and immediately stood from the floor, trying to walk away past the two of you.
Without any warning, Mr. Tennas hand shot up, grabbing David by his collar, making him choke a bit in response.
"Why, hello, gentlemen! If you would be so kind and escort this man out of the building, thank you." Mr. Tenna says quickly, basically throwing David at Securtiy.
Placing a hand on your back, he guides you away from the scene, leading you down the hall to where his dressing room was. Holding the door open for you, you step through.
"Here, please, take a seat," he motions to the couch. You thank him, taking a seat, still holding his coat, as if you could hide away in it. (And with how big it was, you probably could)
"So, you ARE, ok, right? He didn't do anything else, right?" He asks, still clutching the headset in his hands.
"Yeah, he just said some stuff... really, I'm ok." You reassure him.
He sighs, rubbing his screen.
"Gosh, I'm so so SO sorry that this happened to you. I should have asked you to come to the dressing room sooner to avoid him... geez, and it's your first day here. You must think this place only brings sleaze bags to the shows! We DO try to keep them out, I promise, but I guess you can't win them all. I do understand that if you-"
You cut him off.
"Hey hey, who ever said that I thought that? One dude was getting weird with me. It happens. And besides, I'm very grateful that you intervened before anything else happened." You say, setting your hand on his arm. You could have sworn you saw his screen get a little red, but chose to ignore it.
"I-I still really like the job, most of the people are very nice. I can see myself staying here, working with you. This just happened to have happened on my first day. "
As you reassure him, you couldn't help but notice that he was getting taller? He had to bend his knees to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling.
He seemed to have noticed this because his screen was now a lovely shade of pink. "Oh! S-Sorry about tha- ouch!" He says, smaking his head on the ceiling. " sorry, t-this happens somet-times." He says shyly.
"You can change your height on command?" You ask. So it wasn't your imagination. Huh.
"Well- it just kinda uh...happens?" He says, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't want to say how he was just overjoyed that you weren't going to quit, the real reason he was growing.
This makes you giggle a little bit. " Would it be easier if you had a seat? " You ask, scooting over and patting the seat next to you. He thanks you, sitting next to you, the cushions shifting with his weight, he loosens his tie while leaning back.
He reaches over to his vanity and grabs a wooden box, pulling out what looks like a Cuban cigar.
"Would you like one? " he asks. You politely decline.
You shuffle around in your pocket for your lighter. Striking until you got a flame, you hold it up to him. He smiles warmly, holding the cigar in between his teeth. Leaning down, he holds the tip of it to the flame. Taking a deep breath, you could see the embers begin to glow on his cigar. You look past your hands at him. Even though he didn't have visible eyes, you could tell they were on you. He doesn't look away this time. His screen seemed to brighten slightly.
He was busy taking in your facial features. The way your winged eyeliner looked, the makeup on your eyes, your black lipstick, the shape of your lips, how your hair perfectly framed your face, that gleam in your eyes...
A warm smile spreads across his face. "Geez... has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?..." he says softly. Your cheeks burn, eyes widening a bit.
Is he flirting? With me???
He seems to have noticed your surprised look, pulling back.
"I-I mean, I'm sorry! That must have sounded weird to say! I mean, after what just happened, i- that was just weird for me to say imsorryforsayingthat..." he starts to ramble, screen red. As he's trying to laugh away his own awkwardness, he tries to casually take a drag of his cigar, to which he proceeds to inhale a bit too much and choke on the smoke.
You start laughing hard, having to brace yourself on your knees, snorting quietly between breaths. Meanwhile, he was practically fighting for his life, trying to stop coughing.
"You ok? " You ask between laughs, placing a hand on his thigh. Lucky for him, you were too busy giggling to notice him grow a bit more. How could he not? Your laughter was downright addictive, the way you leaned over with the top buttons of your blouse undone, your exposed cleavage practically hypnotic for him. And with your hand resting on his tight, your pointed nails lightly scratching the fabric of his pants. God, you don't even know what you're doing to him.
"Y-yeah i-*cough* I'm good. " he says, patting his chest, trying to catch his breath. At this point, he's just a mess. Comparing him now to how he was with David, you wouldn't even be able to tell that you were speaking with the same person!
"Well," you say, giggling." Thank you for saying I had pretty eyes sir. I've never been told that before. " You say sweetly, unable to hide your smile.
"You know..." he starts." You can just call me Tenna if you would like. " he says softly, almost mumbling.
You smile brightly at him. " I think I'd like that. " You say sweetly, patting his thigh. " Thank you, Tenna."
*beep beep beep*
It was your watch. Huh. That's odd, it only goes off at 9:30...
"Oh my! It's already 9:30! I'm so sorry. But I have to get going, " you say, standing up and setting his coat down on a nearby chair, making you bend over a little. " Do you need anything before I leave?" You ask sweetly.
"N-nope! I'll be ok (Y/N), thank you!!!" He says quickly, suddenly crossing his legs.
You don't think anything of it. "OK Tenna, I hope you have a lovely rest of your night!" You say, making your way towards the door. "Oh, and Tenna? " you say, pausing at the door.
"Y-yes? " he says, screen still a bit red.
"I just wanted to say that you're also very handsome~" you say, and before you could notice his reaction, you were out the door and off to the parking lot.
As Tenna sat there, he uncrosses his legs, looking down at the tightness in his pants, from when you bent over in front of him.
"God damnit... I'm such a pervert..." he says to himself, unzipping his pants with desperation.
You had no idea what you did to him.
Behind the Scenes (Tenna x Assistant!reader) pt 2
heres a part 2 for you salty dogs lol
"ALREADY THEN!" Tenna claps his hands together, scanning the crowd. " we're going to let our little SUPER STARS take a short break! when we return, we'll be taking to the kitchen for our next challenge!"
As the crowd cheered and lights dimmed, Mr. Tenna made his way to where you and Mike stood.
it was 10:30 am at the moment, and that was the time the sponsors ran their advertisements.
"So, (L/N), how are you enjoying the show so far?" Tenna asks, leaning over to get to your level.
" I love it! it looks really fun! one of the contestants is being a bit... obnoxious... but I'm still having a blast watching you work!" you say, scanning your schedule. " looks like you got your 5 minute break while the ads are on... is there anything I can get you?" you ask, looking up at him.
"hmm. do you happen to have a lighter on you?" he asks, leading the both of you to the Theaters balcony. you tap your pockets and are surprised to find one in your back pocket. you must have forgotten to remove it when getting ready for work.
leaning on the balcony rail, he pulls out half smoked cigar from his coat pocket, holding it between his teeth. you lift up your lighter to him, striking it until a flame sparks. he has to lean down as he holds the tip of the cigar up to the small flame, sharply inhaling the smoke. as he holds it in, you can see small billows of smoke coming from the vents on the side of his head.
"thank you, my dear." he says, exhaling the smoke. you blush, telling him its no problem at all. he drags his large hand over his antennas, like hes moving hair out of his face. " that one contestant is starting to wear me out! its nice to have a break, even if its a short one."
"yeah, I noticed that. he's being really loud, and is he even allowed to swear like that on TV?" you ask, genuinely curious.
"the filming crew does there best to censor them as we broadcast, but that only works so much in the end." he sighs, taking a drag. " jeez, they'll be after my head one day! hoho!" he jokes.
you laugh, checking your watch. 3 more minutes.
" how are you liking it so far? I hope Mike isn't making you run around too much." he asks.
"I actually really like it here, everyone seems really nice so far, other than that lady who tried to show you her 'girls', its been pretty easy so far!" you say, looking up at him.
"wait, someone did what?-" he starts.
"(Y/N)! we're on in 2!" Mike barks over the mic. you let him know that you'll be back shortly.
"sorry, but Mike said we're rolling in 2 minutes." you say, gesturing to your clipboard.
"Damn, I was hoping to get to know you a bit more. I guess I'll have to wait!" he laughs, snuffing out his cigar, before tucking it back into his coat pocket, pretending to not notice the faint red on your face as he holds the door open for you to go back inside.
as you both make your way to the main stage, the stage hands are wrapping up the main stage for the next challenge, setting up tables, portable stove tops, a table full of different ingredients. the contestants were gathered around, wearing chefs hats and aprons with the TV logo on them.
"Tenna!" Mike hollers, walking over to the both of you. " you ready for the cooking segment?"
Mr. Tenna lets out a barking laugh. "I'm always ready!" he exclaims. "who knows, may we'll need a taste tester! hoho!" he says, motioning to you, your face still red.
"haha very funny, now that's get this show on the road! hop to it!" he says, clapping his hands together, and with that, Mr. Tenna took to the stage, announcing with a booming voice the shows catch phrase and the challenge.
As the show continued and the night ran on, you found yourself becoming more curious about your new boss, and with every commercial break and conversation between the 2 of you, you ask yourself more questions that you have no answers for. is he really this nice all the time. impossible, no one is like that. but is he? how was he able to keep going with this charismatic character even with irritating people around him, or was this just who he was? or was it just apart of the show? you left with no answers to your questions and a small head ache.
"MIKE! the board please!" Tenna calls out. you see Mike flip a few switches on a nearby panel until you hear the stages board flicker to life, displaying the contestants scores. to which one of them loudly yells how he "is better then all y'all hoes". you couldn't help but notice Mr. Tenna's smile twitch at that one. " Wowza! the censors are really after me now folks!" he says with a forced laugh, the audience erupting in laughter and cheers.
"But it looks like we have a WINNER tonight!!!" he exclaims, gesturing towards the trouble maker, who is busy rubbing his victory in the other contestants faces, continuously pointing at his score and the small crown displayed above his name, which seems to be David.
"some people handle winning better than others." Mike says, letting out a tired laugh.
"seems so. I would hate to imagine him losing." you agree, turning back towards the main stage.
" But we all know that every single one of you SUPER STARS are winners! Mike! lets show them the prizes!!!" Tenna exclaims.
As Mr. Tenna begins listing the prizes that the contestants could receive you couldn't help but notice that it was a lot quieter on the stage. More specifically, that loud contestant, wasn't being so... loud?
you take a look at the row of contestants, who were all focused on what Mr. Tenna was presenting, except for David.
No, he wasn't paying attention, in fact he was busy looking else where. he was looking in your direction. He was staring at you, with a look in his eyes that made you nervous.
maybe he wasn't looking at me... maybe he was looking at something else. yeah... I'm just being paranoid.
Little did you know, someone else on stage notices the unwarranted staring as well.
And they too, don't like it.
As the show comes to an end, you are approached by Mr. Tenna.
"(L/N)! there you are!" he smiles down at you, placing a large hand on your shoulder. that alone makes you smile back at him.
"hiya sir! " you say up to him, smiling from ear to ear. " is there anything I can get for you?"
"actually, now that you mention it... would you be a doll and take my coat to my dressing room? I need to chat with Mike real quick... I'll meet you there!" he says, leaning over you.
you happily agree, taking his coat and hanging it over your arm, surprised by its weight. its like a weighted blanket.
you make your way down the halls, greeting some people from time to time. it was a bit of a walk to his dressing room, but you still had an hour to burn before the Theater closes for the night.
"Hey you."
you jump a little, looking at an empty hall before you. you turn around an see one of the contestants approaching you, the one that was staring...
"o-oh! hi there. " you say, taking a step back. "it was David, right?"
" still is sweetheart." he says, taking a step forward.
you feel your stomach drop a little. you didn't want to be rude though.
"well, its nice to formally meet you! is there something I can help you with? need directions to the visitor parking lot?" you ask, trying to think of what he needed to get this awful feeling to go away.
"I mean... if you wanna show me, I could give you a free ride~" he says, looking you up and down in the most obvious way.
"i- uh" you stammer over your words at what he was insinuating, how do you even handle a situation like this? you've never handled them well in the past.
he takes another step forward.
he was getting way to close for your comfort, you hold Mr. Tenna's coat closer to you as if it could help make him leave.
"oh come ooooon sweethear-" he starts.
"please don't call me that." you say as sternly as you could with a shaky voice. this causes him to bark out a laugh, one that made your heart stop with fear.
"don't play dumb, I saw how you were looking at me... I know what you need..." he growls, moving closer and closer. you feel the wall make contact with your back.
you were cornered.
"Come on baby, I can give you what you want..." he says, his hand moving towards your thigh.
"EXCUSE ME SIR." a booming voice calls out, a large, gloved hand resting on Davids shoulder, with a strong grip. His face drained of color.
you look up and see your boss, Mr. Tenna. looking up, he looks... different. his screen was dark, you couldn't even see his nose. his TV head was leaning forward, practically looming over David, Mr. Tenna seemed taller than you recalled. Darker even.
"May I ask what the hell you're doing to my assistant?"
Behind the Scenes (Tenna x Assistant!reader)
Hello! this is going to be a multiple part Fanfic with Mr. Ant Tenna!
i haven't written anything in a long time, so lets see if I still got it in me! This will have moments of NSFW to MINORS DNI! you have been warned! ( I had this written up earlier but Tumblr Deleted in :( )
ps, youre a cooperate goth with tattoos lol
"shit shit shiiiit." You mumble to yourself.
you scurry down the halls of the studio, the tap tap tap of your heels echoing through its walls. How do you manage to be late on the first day of your new job? as you take a turn to cut through back stage area, you nearly drop the coffees that you had gotten for you and your boss.
You were new to Cybercity, coming from a small down on the outskirts of the Dark World. you had gotten yourself a small studio apartment in the center of the city. you were fascinated by the bright lights and colorful boards that were displayed all around. But nothing shined brighter than the Theater in the endless night, crowds of people gathered around to watch their favorite programs LIVE. or rather, the person hosting the shows. who just so happens to be your new boss.
you see, you never formally met your boss. you were hired on the spot by "Mike" due to your administrative background, and it seemed like the needed someone quickly to fill the space, like someone got fired without notice. And being late was not a good first impression. from what you've gathered, his name was Mr. Ant Tenna (or just Mr. Tenna for you), he was the host of the show that was filmed in the Theater. and from the posters and statues of him all around the studio, you could tell that he was good at what he did. how else could a person afford a gold statue of them self?
you come up to a large door labeled DRESSING ROOM. that's your stop. you shuffle your 2 coffees to rest on your clipboard so that you could knock on the door, your ring loudly tapping against the wood.
"come in!" a voice calls out from behind the door.
you slip in, closing the door behind you, the smell of smoke hitting your nose. " good morning sir!" you say, hoping that you weren't about to be yelled at, maybe if you talk about something else, your lateness wouldn't be brought up?
as you turn around, you get your first look at your new boss, and he was... a lot taller than you thought. impossibly tall. he had a large CRT Tv for his head, a long nose displayed on his screen, some cords running down the back of his neck, he had his red coat resting on his dressing room vanity. his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his thick arms, some multi colored wires exposed. he was lounging on his dressing room couch, looking over his script, a cigar resting in his other hand.
"Oh, hello there!" he says, looking up. "who might you be?" He leans over towards you to try and look at the badge hanging from your neck.
" Oh, I'm your new assistant, I'm (y/n) (l/n), very nice to meet you sir. I, um. I brought you a latte!" you say shyly, setting his cup down next to him. " I wasn't sure how you liked it, so I just got you the same thing as me."
He gives you a warm smile, taking a drag of his cigar. "why, that was very kind of you, (l/n), very very kind!" he says, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth with every word.
as he takes the cup in his hand, you notice how small the cup looks in his hand.
"(Y/N)! We're on in 15! is Mr. Tenna ready?" You hear the backstage manager, Mike, say through your headset. you hold your mic down, letting him know that you'll be out shortly.
" sorry to bother you Mr. Tenna, but you're on in 15 minutes." You say, looking over your schedule on your clip board.
" 'bout time!" he says, putting out his cigar in the nearby ash tray, rising from his couch. he practically towered over you. " I tell you, the weather seems to go on longer and longer each day!" he says with a laugh.
you laugh too, unable to help yourself. his laughter was contagious.
"welp, time to break a leg!" he announces, clapping his hands together. he walks over to his vanity and grabs his red tail coat. " are you familiar with the show?"
"Oh, uh actually this is all new for me." you say, rubbing the back of your neck. " I don't even have a TV at home! but I guess I'll still be able to watch from the side!"
"NO TV???" he practically shouts, taking you aback. did you say the wrong thing?
" how do you live with no TV??? what do you do in your free time? how do you play games or even get the news???" he asks, genuinely confused. "why don't you just go get one?"
you think about it for a moment, you don't really feel its professional to let your boss know that your tight on cash. " eh, I'm not sure why. " you decide to say. " anyway... we better get you out there Mr. Tenna." You say, holding the door open for him.
"why thank you dear!" he says, bending over the fit through the door. as you speak into your head set that you were on your way to the main stage, your caught off guard by a bright flash and cheering.
"THERE HE IS!!!" someone shouts, a crowd of viewers cheering and shouting at Mr. Tenna, multiple camera flashes nearly blinding the both of you.
"ok ok, back up please! coming through!" you shout, trying to get you and Mr. Tenna past the crowd of people.
while you were basically fighting for your life, trying to tell some lady to put her shirt down before Mr. Tenna notices. Speaking of Tenna, he's practically basking in the attention, answering questions, taking photos with fans. you had to take him by his large hand and guide him away from the sea of people, which earned a barking laugh from him. Thankfully, your back was turned to hide the red hue on your cheeks.
as you approach the stage, your greeted by what looks to be a very impatient Mike. "Tenna! (Y/N)! what took you so long? we're rolling in 8!" he says, tapping his clipboard.
Mike starts going over today's schedule, and you let your mind wonder off. Mr. Tenna seems to be very nice, at least so far. you still cant wrap your mind around how tall he was. Comparing his height to your (Y/H) frame, it was laughable. standing next to him, you head would be right next to his belt...
you shake that thought from your head, peering up at Tenna. as you look up at him, you can't help but notice how his screen turns away, ever so slightly. was he looking at me? you think to yourself.
"Any way..." Mike trails off. "For this mornings show, after they wrap up the commercial break, you'll be starting with 4 contestants. after they are all introduced, make sure you say your lines for today's sponsors, you get the idea... and you." he says, pointing his pencil at you.
"Since it's your first day, you'll be with me while Tennas is on stage, showing you the ropes and whatnot. When it's commercial break, you make sure he gets what he needs. Water, something to snack on, a smoke. Anything." he explains quickly, handing you the filming schedule for today." his breaks are no more than 5 minutes. At noon, he gets one 15-minute break, two 30-minute breaks when the weather is on at these times." he says, pointing to the schedule." When it's time for him to get back out there, make sure he's presentable, and make sure he doesn't smell like smoke."
you nod your head, trying to remember all the times on your schedule. you look up to see Mr. Tenna's screen tilted at you.
"well..." you start." good luck out there, sir!" you chirp.
you see a wide smile grow on his screen. "Thank you, my dear!" he says, leaning down to get to your level, his voice lowering. "hope you enjoy the show~"
you smile warmly to yourself as he takes to the stage, the cheers of the LIVE audience filling the room.
ITS. TV. TIME!!!!
let me know if this is worth a part two!
Part 2! Capricorns drink is a white peppermint coffee, what sign should I do next???
Starting a zodiac chart for holiday drinks!
Aries's drink is a warm chocolate latte!
What do you want to see next???
Starting a zodiac chart for holiday drinks!
Aries's drink is a warm chocolate latte!
What do you want to see next???
Caught in a web of lies~
Mariana got a redesign! I gave her some more arms and a newer ( more original) face to make her spider-like, as well as a change in her color palette! Going from green to grey-ish soft pink hair. What do yall think???
A work in progress~
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I'm a slut for apple pie. π π π π
Fuck it. September holiday card. >:l
Fuck it. September holiday card. >:l
A crochet bowl of Ramen ring holder and an instant noodle stash jar. :)
Noodles are the superior food. ππ₯ππ₯ππ₯