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.
۶۟ৎ summary: charles drags you to pxg’s training stadium, hoping to slime loki’s entire stadium room with eggs, just so that he and shidou can get out of practice. you encounter an witness in the room however…
content: crack, silly, gn reader, mentions of hugoloki | word count: 548
charles had dragged you all the way to pxg’s training stadium with 3 egg cartons smuggled in his sports bag.
he had told you several days prior something about sliming loki’s stadium room. knowing charles you probably should’ve said something before he’d marched straight to the market, and purchased eggs, while grinning mischievously at the cashier.
it looked like charles was about to commit several crimes involving eggs, not just sliming his teammate’s room so he and shidou could get out of practice.
"charles can’t you just talk to loki about this”, you whispered. he started pulling your arm harder down the hallway you were currently in. he paused for a minute, turning his head to face you instead.
"loki might slime me instead if i ask not to have practice for the bazillionth time this week”, he flashes you a crooked smile “so that’s why we’re sliming his room first!”
you sighed, wondering why you’d even agreed to this in the first place. to be fair, you really hadn’t, he’d just looked at you with the smile he always had on, said “we’re going on a trip!” and began to pull you away before you could protest
you’d already started making your way to the entrance of the stadium, when charles unzipped his bag to show you the amount of eggs that he had stuffed in there, grinning when he showed you.
"charles how about we don’t slime loki’s room and have a conversation with him, civilly”, you whispered back to him. this time charles refused to look at you, and being the contrarian he is, started instead moving even faster than before until you two reached a room. charles opened it casually.
the room that according to charles would be empty with no witnesses, contained a certain midfielder with burgundy hair, whose gaze was fixated on a white board with many different plans scattered all over it. hugo’s gaze never tore away from the board instead as calm as ever asked “May I ask what you are doing here at this time charles? You are aware that loki is not in the room at the moment, may I assist you instead?”
does this guy always talk like he was programmed by chatgpt? you wondered
at the same time, charles shot you a look that said i didn’t think that loki’s little boyfriend would be in here! should we slime hugo? i can throw a egg at his head!
you shot him back a look saying charles, we’re not sliming anyone. matter of fact we’re leaving, and you can find a way to eat all of those eggs that you bought.
hugo spoke up, “Well Charles?”, and before charles could reply, you replied for him saying “charles was just looking for shidou, he thought that maybe he would be in here! we’ll be on our way now, since he’s not here!” you grabbed charles wrist, and left before hugo could question you any further about what the hell shidou would be doing in loki’s room.
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if charle’s teammates asked why he would have 2 or 3 boiled eggs to eat with him during lunch after training every day for a week after, that was something that just you, him and shidou (charles spilt everything to him afterwards) would be aware of.
Ok, tal vez me equivoque con la interpretación de Whitty en éste episodio (o en el fanfic en general) pero siento que sumaria un conflicto "claro"(que siento que necesita)
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Zayu y Zakumi habían caminado un largo rato(como 3 horas) revisando varias tiendas, fueron a un chino común y Zayu estaba chinge y chinge con el Oxxo.
– vamos a durar todo el día sí seguimos así...
Susurra Zakumi entre gruñidos.
– no te desanimes! De seguro encontraremos uno
Responde Zayu antes de ser interrumpido con un regaño de Zakumi.
–Hhawu! No podemos ir a una tienda al azar como la gente normal!?
– bueno, es que si lo piensas... Humanos ni somos 🥺
Trata de "justificarse" Zayu.
– Hayi! Qué tiene que ver el que seamos furros con que quieras gastar el día buscando una tienda específica!?
– pero–
–callate hijo de –
Insulta Zakumi antes de chocar con cierto chico cabeza de bomba.
– Hhawu!
Logra decir con sorpresa antes de notar y ver bien a la figura, el cual lo estaba mirando fijamente.
–hijo de qué -!?
Dice amenazante el hombre bomba.
–e-eh, no! No era para tí, solo ya sabes cómo son los primos!
Dice Zakumi nervioso mientras golpea ligeramente a Zayu con el pie, antes de que la cabeza de bomba rodeé los ojos.
–hola señor!✨ Sabe dónde está el Oxxo más cercano?
Pregunta Zayu con toda la inocencia del universo.
– no hay Oxxos en argentina.
Responde el hombre de forma seca a Zayu.
– ya te lo dije Zayu, podemos simplemente ir a un chino e irnos a casa?, no quiero dejar a tu amigo Gingerbrave en la puerta.
Se queja Zakumi antes de que un grito de águila saliera de atrás de el hombre.
– es él! El Whitty!
Dice cierta Águila ex-futbolista, ahora con un sombrero y traje de policía.
– hola Clutch! Ahora trabajas para la policía?
Dice Zayu al reconocer esa cara.
– y atrapen a los tigres también! De seguro están trabajando con él.
Le dice Clutch a otro policía.
– eh!?-
Responden Zakumi, Zayu y Whitty al coro antes de salir corriendo
