G/N reader who thinks he's a loser but in like... an affectionate way. They don't really take his antics seriously, but they always go along with them because deep down they think it's cute asf.
Reader would also totally get flustered at his fancy gestures because shehhsjsjsjjsjskks 🌼🌼🌼
cont: hi it's flowery requester again 🌼🌼🌼
I forgot to specify lightner reader, sorry
Hello there! Okay, I whipped this up super quickly because it seemed easy enough...I'm going to assume you've played/you're familiar with the entirety of Ch5, but just in case, I made everything super vague. You are free to interpret things to your own liking too, lol!!
I also may have interpreted this weirdly, so if you'd like something more specific...request away! I'm so mid at coming up with things myself xD
So, here's my very first (and very shy) attempt at Flowery!!
Flowery x GN! Lightner Reader
You would've never thought that your life could've changed in such a way to begin with, honestly; you, an average Lightner, getting dragged into what you call the 'Dark World', and undergoing adventure after adventure with a group of teenagers you've by now grown very fond of…getting to save the world, put into simple words, unbeknownst to most.
Despite how incredible it seemed at first, you've gotten used to letting yourself fall into voids of darkness and meeting strange individuals who somehow manage to be sillier than the last you've met. You get surprised still, sure, but it's basically everyday life to you, just like talking to your neighbor.
This applies when you meet Flowery:
the voice clips going hand in hand with each sentence of his are a little distracting at first, and you even find yourself getting distracted by them, trying to stifle a laugh in between introductions. Despite everything, you grow fond of him very quickly, and even want to…play along with him? You've never felt this way towards a Darkner before, so the thought somewhat scares you, but before you can even begin thinking about which action is the best one to take, it's like he's read your mind and he's easily impressing you by hand-kissing you and holding on until several flowers have sprouted from your hand. Insisting that you keep the little bouquet ("It's all yours!"), he gives your hand one last squeeze before announcing he has other matters to attend to for the time being…leaving you alone with your messy thoughts, warm cheeks and the garland.
After the events occurred on the day of the Festival, you're glad the kids have found a way to bring him over to Castle Town, because your fondness hasn't left at all. You've made up your mind on the fact that you'll try hanging out more with him, and see where it goes!
You're surprised to find out that Flowery has acquired a string of new voice lines since the last time you saw each other, and some of them are even specifically referring to you! "How wonderful to see you again!" is one that's reserved for your arrival and your arrival only, which doesn't even surprise you, since you've always been going along with whatever he did and said.
The more you spend time with him in a more relaxed setting, the more you realize how amusing he truly is; for starters, he's always on the move no matter what, and sometimes you even find it hard to keep up with him and with what he's saying or doing. One specific day, you two find yourselves near a flower field, and hell if you know what pushes you to sit on the first completely green patch - you wouldn't want to sit on the flowers themselves and ruin them, after all. You're trying to have a conversation, and out of the corner of your eye you notice movement: seems like Flowery is making a flower crown as he nods along whatever you're chatting about, and you decide not to interrupt him.
Once his masterpiece is done - and it truly could be classified as a masterpiece - he leans towards you and places it on the top of your head.
You blink, taken aback. Not in a bad way, he just really is bold, jeez! You try to find the right words to say, but before you can come up with anything he's back to the previous topic, a satisfied grin gracing his features.
Oftentimes, Flowery feels up to things that are considered more exciting by most: watching a movie, cooking and dancing together, or doing whatever is in theme with the season or holiday, like ice skating or taking a swim. You notice it's always something that could be classified as a date, which…you wouldn't mind! Of course! But would he mind? You're too afraid to ask and just settle for it being something natural for him instead, though deep down you know how caring he is, and you hope he feels the same.
And there's these stupid little behaviours of his that just endear you so much, like when you're skating together for the first time and he offers to be 'your personal skate helper' while striking a pose, or when you're baking and he offers to clean some flour that got on your cheek for you...as sparkles surround his sweet expression. These are all silly, harmless things that should not make your heart beat as fast as it does!
…But you go along with them, and sometimes you're even a little bold yourself: yes, you're going to hold onto him very firmly as you skate, thank you very much! And what if you lean into the touch as he cleans that flour off, or even offer to clean some off of him for a change? Flowery's the one being taken aback in these cases, going "Wow!" as his cheeks darken and several flowers blossom and grow all around you. You just stand there with a triumphant smile in these instances, the amount of flowers surrounding you two too overwhelming even for him.
YANDERE!MR. "ANT" TENNA X LIGHTNER!READER — CHAPTER ONE
⇢ NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON)
ABSTRACT: Young and broke, you find a cracked TV outside someone’s house at the curb on your way home from work. On an impulsive decision, you take the TV home. Yet, you are blissfully unaware what you just brought with it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first fic back from my unofficial hiatus. I may be a little rusty so please be patient with me. ALSO VOTE FOR TENNA!
CONTENT WARNINGS: yandere behavior, manipulation, guilt tripping, abandonment issues, poverty mentions, derealization. swearing
TAGS: gender neutral reader, takes place after chapter 3, no physical descriptors for y/n (race, gender, etc.), no use of y/n, reader is called "star"/"my star" by Tenna, writer tries to write as close to canon as possible, reader is burnt-out from work, writer makes use of gradient text to emulate Tenna's word art dialogue, no proofreading we die like men
(N)SFW?: SFW
WORD COUNT: 2.1k+
TENNA'S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: obsessive, protective
4:30 pm: the most magical time of day.
Yes, the exact time you clock out from your dead-end job.
"See you tomorrow, Corey." You mutter, waving off your coworker who was waiting to clock out behind you. He gives you a soft grumble as his nametag clicks to the time clock.
"Yeah, yeah, just make sure you get here on time tomorrow. You know the morning rush is a shitshow when someone's late." He muttered, running his fingers through his greasy hair.
"Says the guy who's always late with a energy drink in hand." You grumbled under your breath, adjusting your jacket as you step outside of the diner with the bell ringing overhead.
The spring air feels good against your sore joints and tired eyes as you begin your trek back to your apartment, feeling its keys in your pocket as you pop an earbud into your ear. Soft music in your left ear accompanies you on your journey back home, kicking a pebble along as you drag your aching feet.
The pebble skips and hops along the pavement until it rolls right into the grass of a front yard. However, your gaze is immediately caught by the television left by their dumpster: a large, weblike crack across the screen. You find yourself stopping in front of the television, looking down at its pitiful state as a zephyr cards through the fabric of your clothing and sways the television's antennas. Your television had recently broken last week: it just stopped working. Maybe the universal remote you had at home would work on this one.
Looking out at the house then at your apartment complex down the road, you weigh your options. This TV might be broken as well, but maybe it was worth a shot. It looked old as hell but maybe you could put something together with the electrician techniques you learned from trade school before you dropped out.
Looking back down at the television, you let out a sigh before bending at the knees and picking up with a grunt. It was a little heavier than you expected. But it wasn't unbearable, just unwieldly. With the old TV in your arms, you carry it towards your apartment complex.
Adjusting your hold on the TV, you punch the code to your complex in on the withered keypad while trying to balance the TV in one arm. The main door clicked open and you pushed the door open, revealing the peeling wallpaper and moist carpet stench of the main hallway. You trudge to the dingy elevator, knowing damn well you aren't carrying this thing up four flights of stairs, and elbowing the up button on the wall.
With a sigh, the elevator lets out a distorted chime and opens its doors to reveal the dingy elevator before you. Stepping inside with a grunt, you elbow the fourth floor button before adjusting your hold once more. The doors whine shut as the elevator begins its ascent to your floor. Looking down at the television, your nose itches from the dust on the top. It was obvious who ever had this TV didn't watch it much and kind of left it to rot.
Once the elevator reaches the fourth floor, the doors pry open with a groan and you step out. Your hands were starting to hurt from carrying it, but your room wasn't too far. With aching steps, you get to your apartment and shoulder your door open after unlocking it. Inside is your sanctuary from customer complaints and the smell of oil and grease that radiated off you after every grueling shift.
Finally, you set the TV down on the old stand you had for the decommissioned one you had off to the side and let your arms rest.
"Fuck, that felt like it was never gonna end," You groan, tilting your neck to let it pop. "Now let's see what's up with you." You add, plugging the TV into the nearby outlet to see what you were working with and it didn't even turn on. "Great, did I just lug a piece of junk all the way up here?" You mutter, giving the TV a good smack to see if there is any reaction. A flicker came from the screen, showing a possibility of fixing it. Alright, it's possible to get it to work.
For hours, you find yourself hunched over your new TV, taking pieces off and fixing some faulty wires inside that seemed like they were probably cut. It was odd since there seemed to be no exterior damage besides the screen. Besides, the crack would not cause this kind of damage. It's almost like an invisible knife cut through the inside. Luckily, with some wires and bits and bobs you stole from your old TV, you slowly put the TV back together. Even your old TV had the same screen like they were similar models.
As you click the brown shell back on the front with the new screen in place, you plug it in once more only for the screen to flicker to life and start playing a sitcom.
"Fuck, I actually fixed it." You mutter, grabbing the remote from your coffee table. You click some of the buttons to see if it will change channels and it did, flickering from some child cartoons, old sitcoms, a cheesy romcom, and a Godzilla-type film.
Feeling proud of yourself, you stand to your feet with a smile pulling at the corners of your lips.
"Finally." You mutter to yourself, still feeling the grease on your work uniform against your skin. You could finally shower and fresh up and then enjoy some TV. You walk off, leaving the TV running as you go to shower the grease and sweat from your dead-end job away.
The muffled voices of the sitcom you let run can be heard through the thin walls of your apartment as you step into the bathroom, as if they were keeping you company. Letting the warm water run over your body as you step into the shower relieves the pain in your sore joints. As you step out of the shower, you feel rejuvenated as you wrap yourself in a towel, walking to your bedroom as the muffled laugh track of a sitcom follows.
After getting into some comfortable pajamas, the voices cut out abruptly, making you curse under your breath thinking the TV died again. Stepping out of your room, you head towards your main room only to stop.
It was only like 7 PM, it should not be this dark. A wall of darkness obscures your main room but you could see the rest of your hallway just fine. It's like its just a pitch black wall before you. You look down to see some black smoke billowing around the floor like fog, making you curse thinking you set off an electrical fire with your DIY wire-work.
"Oh fuck!" You curse as you rush into the darkness only to feel like the carpet below your feet disappeared and you began to fall. Letting out a scream as it felt like you were falling stories down into a pit of void, your body finally collides with a pile of snow with a grunt.
The freezing cold sends a shock through your body as you scramble to get up, dusting yourself off only to get a good look at yourself, realizing your skin was a greenish blue and that you were wearing a... leather coat with some baggy jeans and a band shirt for... Lightners Live? What kind of band was that?
Your head felt like it was spinning as you tried to gather yourself as you looked out to see an expanse of snowy hills and a billowing black energy beam off in the distance that somehow contrasted the black starry sky.
What is this place? You mentally ask yourself as you waddle out of the oddly convenient snowpile.
A bright light snaps you from your thoughts, making you look around to see some sort of spotlight was on you as you wince to comprehend your surroundings.
"What a SPECTACULARLY AMAZING job you did! Patching me up like that when I was at my absolute lowest point, what a compassionate star you are!" an eccentric voice boomed from an unknown source. "Everything went black and I really thought that was the end for my OUTSTANDING game shows and sitcoms and the curtains would finally close! But you, you, you put me back together!" The voice boomed as a clapping track began to resound and multicolored confetti filled the air.
"What is this? Who are you?!" You called out, the words leaving your lips before you could stop them.
"Haha, I was hoping you'd ask!" The voice echoed only for a second spotlight to shine before you to reveal a towering figure before you. The figure was humanoid but with exaggerated male proportions, broad shoulders empathized by a red suit jacket with shoulder pads. A lemon yellow tie hung from the collar of his white undershirt. He had black slacks on his long legs accompanied with yellow leather shoes and a golden belt buckle of a television. Where his head would be sat a lavender television with deep periwinkle antennas. His face was the television's large white screen with a cartoony grin and a long cone-shaped nose.
"My name is Mr. "Ant" Tenna, your friendly TV host right here in this dark world!" He proclaimed, raising his gloved hands in the air in excitement as he beamed with a radiating pride.
"Dark... world?" You question, taking a small step back as you look up at this looming figure. Despite him having no visible eyes, you could feel his gaze on you as his head tilted down to look at you as he put his hands down.
"Oh! You're new around these parts, aren't you? No one has taught you THE ROPES? Well, don't fret! I can teach you the ins-and-outs of this place! You have any questions to start, hmm?" He questioned, leaning down closer to you as if to get a closer look at you.
"Okay... Well, how do I get out?" You question only for him to freeze up.
"Get... out?" were the only words he could muster before went silent, his screen face turning pitch black as his head tilted down as if he was looking at the floor.
Suddenly, he reeled back in a nearly contagious fit of laughter "Ha! Hahaha! You're very funny, my star! What a HUMOROUS joke! Isn't that right, folks?" He asked out to the air only for a laugh track to ensue. "My STAR, you just got here! And I must say you have a face built for the BIG SCREEN! So why not stay awhile, see what I have in store for you!" He stated, patting the top of your head like a pet.
"Well, uh, I'm honored with your... compliment, but I don't think I belong here." You muttered, pulling back from his touch.
"Nonsense! The Knight wouldn't give this dark world another chance if it wasn't meant for anyone!" He bantered before snapping his fingers and a door you didn't even realize was there opened, its double doors agape as if beckoning you to get closer. To this, he began to swagger past you. "Now, come, we have plenty of things in store!"
"Wait a minute, I didn't agree to anything!" You called out as he stopped before the double doors.
"You... don't want to be a star?" He asked, his voice once so boisterous now bordering on pathetic. Slowly, he began to shrink, his antennas going slack as to display disappointment. "Oh, geez, did I go too far? I just got so excited and..." He muttered as he shrank into himself. "...I just wanted to make you happy... I can see the bags under your eyes and I thought I could cheer up at least one person... I guess I failed at that too..." He muttered, shrinking down to your height with his back still turned to you. For some reason, your heart churned at his disappointment. You had worked so hard to bring him back only to deny him...
"Wait." You find the words leaving your mouth before you could thinking it through. "I'll play along, please don't be upset." You fawned, taking steps closer to him as your new boots crushed the snow beneath them.
"Really?" He spoke up, sounding a hint hopeful before shooting back up to his normal size and doing a little jig out of excitement.
"OH BOY! You scared me there for a second! Now, MY SHINING STAR! We have plenty of things to do!"
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Hey, can I get a Green from Deltarune/reader oneshot? The reader is a lightner monster that works a dead-end corporate job for the town's taxes or something. Where they found out Asgore is about to lose his shop over not paying his bills, and I went to go slip him some cash so he could get his shit together. But after they rushed inside, they get sucked in by the dark fountain and sent to the dark world of the Flower Kingdom. Then they immediately get swept up by Flowery and made into a servant, which they actually enjoy more than their old job. While chasing around Aqua and Orange, the reader meets Green and ends up delivering food for them. And they end up in love. :3
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Green/monster reader
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The job at town hall had never been what you dreamed of. It was stable, which everyone around you insisted was important, but stability didn’t make the endless stacks of paperwork feel any lighter. Every day brought another set of forms to complete, another angry resident at the front desk, and another pile of rent notices and overdue bills that needed to be delivered. You had become good at pretending that everything was fine, smiling politely while your brain screamed from the noise, the expectations, and the constant pressure to act as if everything here weren't a nightmare.
You've spent years learning how to make yourself smaller, quieter, and easier to understand. You learned when to laugh, when to make eye contact, and when to ignore the discomfort of scratchy clothes or overwhelming sounds. Everyone thought you were incredibly composed, but they never saw how much effort it took just to get through a normal day.
The one place that always made things easier was the Flower-King. It was a small shop you passed through constantly. You'd become a regular window shopper there. You never really had the money to buy anything nice, but there was something comforting about the place. The flowers, the quirky decorations, and the warmth of the store, along with the owner himself, were always inviting, despite how often you wasted his time without ever buying anything. When you did make a purchase, it was usually his cheapest flowers.
But for once you were grateful to be the unfortunate monster responsible for delivering all the unpleasant paperwork. Because right now you were the only person with access to Asgore’s pile of payment notices. You hated looking at them because every time you saw the state of the shop, you could tell he was struggling. He was trying his best, but trying your best didn’t stop overdue bills from piling up. So when you found out that Asgore was about to lose his shop because he had fallen behind on payments, you couldn’t just sit there and watch.
Maybe it was irresponsible. Maybe you should have just gone with your first thought and burned every paper in that room to ash. Maybe you should have waited and asked Mayor Carol to handle it, you were pretty sure she was friends with Asgore. But you knew what it felt like to be drowning while everyone expected you to simply keep functioning. So, you gathered some of your savings, rushed over to the Flower-King, and decided you would purchase a few plants you knew would inevitably wilt just like you and quietly slip him enough money to get some breathing room in the process. You weren’t expecting anything in return, you just wanted this place to have a chance.
Unfortunately, the universe had a habit of turning every simple plan you make into a disaster, and this time was no different. The moment you stepped into the shop, pausing to greet Asgore’s kid, who was busy playing with the trash cans again, before slipping inside, something felt wrong. The familiar warmth of the Flower King vanished beneath something darker and darker. Before you could even process what was happening, darkness engulfed everything around you. The next thing you knew, you were falling.
When you woke up, the building you knew was gone. The dull peeling wallpaper was replaced with towering cliffs, impossible architecture, and a castle that looked like something straight out of a dream. You barely had time to panic before a man, Flowery, you learned, had found you and immediately decided that you belonged there.
Somehow, you became a butler for the Flower Kingdom. At first, you assumed it was temporary. You thought you would find a way back to your dull desk at town hall, and pretend none of this had happened. Then you experienced actually working in the castle, and for the first time in years, you were given tasks that actually matched your strengths. organizing things, remembering schedules, helping people, and keeping track of details that others overlooked.
Nobody looked at you strangely when you wanted routines, and no one complained when you fixated on tiny issues that weren't even problems. It was actually appreciated by everyone. However, you were still clumsy. You tripped over carpets, dropped trays, and walked into doors that had been in the same place for months. Despite becoming responsible for keeping the castle running smoothly, you were also the person third most likely to create the messes themselves. Flowery found this incredibly endearing. So did Aqua, though she expressed it by constantly dragging you into their chaos.
Chasing after those two little troublemakers became a regular part of your duties. You would be carrying anything through the halls, desperately trying not to drop anything, only for Aqua to appear out of nowhere and turn the entire castle into a game of "terrorize the butler." Somehow, every chase ended with you discovering another part of this darkworld you had never seen before. That's how you met Green. They were in a spot quietly away from everyone else, calm and patient while the rest of the bouquet seemed to run on pure chaos.
They noticed you struggling to grab plates. Flowery, wanting them for his “hangout” with the king who you've still yet to even see, immediately moved to help you before you could drop everything. Green communicated through sign language, their movements gentle and expressive. They were quiet, but not distant. There was a kindness in the way they paid attention, waiting for you to finish processing instead of rushing you. They never made you feel strange for needing a moment.
You started finding excuses to deliver food to them. At first, you told yourself it was because they appreciated it. Then you realized you were memorizing their favorite meals, adjusting your schedule so you could stop by, and becoming embarrassingly happy whenever you saw them. Green noticed, of course, they weren't blind. And the Floridians had a reputation for being loud gossips.
You were the type of person who would panic over a tiny mistake. You cried during emotional movies because you felt everything too strongly, and Green was the person who quietly handed you tissues while looking completely unsurprised. They were also much bigger than most people realized. Green spent so much time hunched over the counter meal prepping that when they finally stood at their full height, you were reminded that your partner was actually incredibly imposing.
The first time they casually lifted you to move you out of the way of something dangerous, you stared at them in complete amazement. You definitely did not complain when they used that strength to hold you against the wall.
Orange was not nearly as impressed. When they realized you and Green were becoming close, they immediately challenged you in the most dramatic way possible, questioning whether you were tough enough to date someone like Green, despite everyone knowing you were one of the kindest people in the dark worlds. Blue, meanwhile, became your biggest wingman, primarily because he was trying to make Green forget about the money he owed them, which somehow transformed into Blue giving you endless relationship advice you never asked for. Unfortunately, Yellow’s flirting advice was not nearly as useful.
You tried. You really did. You approached Green with confidence, prepared compliments, and attempted to be charming. Instead, you ended up looking like the world’s most nervous disaster. Green listened politely, then signed that you were a very smooth talker while clearly trying not to laugh.
Eventually, you tried poetry during a picnic, thinking it would be romantic. You sat together in a peaceful meadow, surrounded by flowers, and nervously read the poem you had written. Green listened attentively, their expression softening more and more as you continued. You could see a slight blush forming, and you thought maybe you had finally succeeded. Then Green gently tapped your shoulder and held up a sign reminding you that the food was getting cold. You immediately buried your face in embarrassment.
Green loved you anyway. They loved how you cared too much, how you became fascinated by tiny details that everyone else ignored. They loved that, underneath all the years of masking and pretending, there was someone wonderfully genuine who just wanted people to be okay.
One evening, after everything had settled down, Green approached you and carefully signed that they would trouble you. Being troubled by them was the easiest thing in the world. You would have have courted them with far more grace if you had known how, but unfortunately, you were apparently doomed to be a clumsy mess who fell in love while carrying a dinner tray. Green smiled.
Later, when you were curled up together beneath the seven suns, you admitted that you were scared. For the first time in years you were not a tired dead end worker pretending to be okay, you were a beloved butler, a cherished friend, and the short, unassuming partner of the calmest, kindest person you had ever met. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You were scared because, for the first time in a long time, you were happy. You did not want this dream to end.
Here's another quick section of the upcoming fic, a Tenna x Reader prompt, specifically the fluff/comfort section.
“Ding ding ding, we have ourselves a winner!” You beamed, trying your hardest to mimic your- The thought ground to a halt with cartoonishly squealing tires. Could you really call this man - who believed not entirely inaccurately that he was just an old television, existing for the sole purpose of being used by humans for entertainment - a friend? Knee-jerk reactions tended to be the most indicative of one’s true feelings.
Yes.
Tenna was your friend.
Friends looked out for each other.
You didn’t like seeing a friend upset, and this was kind of technically your fault.
the addisons have been on my mind alot recently lol, there is so little content about them.
could you please do headcanons on what a relationship with each of them and a lightener reader would look like? they/them pronouns for reader please!
thank you, and again have a lovely day!
Hi there! Lovely day to you :-D This turned out...pretty long!! But I tried to include a bit of detail in each one...hope they're okay, AND much love to the Addis! I used to be an Addison guy back when Ch2 first released, eheh.
Addisons x Lightner Reader - Headcanons!
Pink Addison
Pink is definitely interesting to have a relationship with; they're very flirty with their Lightner, even after they've been dating for quite some time, and never let the relationship get boring. A wink here, a blown kiss there, and some lingering touches are always on the menu with them, and they're bold with it too! They don't really mind being seen together and flirting in public, they're actually a bit of a showoff when it comes to the relationship between them and their Lightner, though not as much as Yellow; you'll read about that later!
They know they're attractive, but still love hearing that their partner thinks so; the more creative they get with their compliments, the better! They also don't mind - and actually quite like - being stared at while getting ready before work…while they fix their hair, adjust their uniform, occasionally do their makeup…they're pretty slow to do that, and take forever choosing an outfit if they're going on a date with their lover, too.
The kind of individual who loves gossip; they also genuinely think that talking shit about random people on the street is a form of bonding between them and their partner. Unfortunately for everyone, they are pretty funny with their remarks, and love getting a laugh out of their lover; in a way, similarly to how they're always looking for compliments, Pink is also always looking for validation; validation that they're attractive, funny, smart, you name it, so they might push it a little sometimes.
Will get mad over unsignificant things sometimes, and will most likely give their Lightner the cold shoulder if they're not the one to approach Pink with the intent to figure things out. They do feel bad, especially when it's their fault if an argument happens, but their annoyance takes a while to dissipate…it's definitely an issue sometimes, especially if the person they're dating isn't very patient.
Loves fancy dates: going to expensive restaurants or to a ball together, spa or general self care days, going to the best rated places for regular things such as movies or cafes, you name it. If their Lightner doesn't have enough Dark World currency because they'd rather focus on a Light World job, Pink won't mind paying for things; they actually really like taking care of them and making sure they're having a luxurious time.
Blue Addison
Blue is much more reserved, and unlike Pink they actually dislike anything that puts them personally too much in the spotlight, including little things that could bring some attention on them like PDA, in the context of a relationship - they are still kind to their partner though, and can go as far as indulging them if they want to do small things like holding hands in public, you'll never catch them kissing or hugging them though. They're more for acts of kindness and love that can easily go unnoticed by others.
Can be a little eloquent in the language they use when talking one-on-one, though most of the time they don't intend to be and actually find this fact about themselves a little humorous, so they'll laugh about it and explain what they meant again with no issue if needed. They hate when others assume they do this to sound smarter than them, and if their partner were to imply that they would get upset.
When they're working it's like they put on a different persona, and if their partner were to interact with them on the job they wouldn't get treated much differently than a normal customer. This doesn't happen because Blue doesn't think they deserve extra attention, but because once they become focused it's pretty hard for them to constantly switch between acting one way or the other.
Blue also likes doing fancy things for dates but prefers when they're more private; if they bring their Lightner to a restaurant for example, they're going to spend a very long time looking for the most fitting one, a place that's decently rated in terms of food and service while also offering privacy to clients that might be on a date. Through this little obsession of theirs, they've ended up finding many unique places to bring their lover to, so they know their way around Cyber City pretty well.
Might not be the most expressive and affectionate out there, but they do love gift giving and as far as long languages go it's their highest on the list.
Yellow Addison
Yellow is a very loud lover! Loves showing off their partner to those they're close to and strangers alike; whether it's with a hug, a kiss or a little act that communicates "they're mine" to somebody, since they get very protective and jealous…they really don't mind showing they're in a relationship in public, there would be posters about it everywhere if it were for them!
As aforementioned they can get a tad jealous; doesn't really like their partner hanging out with people they don't know too much at the beginning of the relationship, but if it's a common occurrence or there's a long, careful conversation about it at some point, it's going to get better. One good thing about Yellow though is that they don't really hold grudges at all, and once something has been solved, there's zero reason to bring it up again in their opinion.
Has quite a few hobbies that range from being physical activity related to things like playing the electric guitar, and they're super excited when their partner wants to join them as they engage with them! They're a super quality time oriented individual, they don't even really mind if their lover might get busy with other things in the meantime - they just like being there together!
Likes going on dates that are towards a simpler, fun style, like hanging out bars and going to concerts. They wouldn't despise something fancier, but they're not really the type to organize something like that every other day or week.
If their Lightner happens to like wearing alternative clothing, there's nothing else Yellow could possibly think to ask for, honestly! They wouldn't exactly call anything else boring or bad, but they do have their preferences, and would like to either see them in their clothes or lend each other a shirt from time to time.
Orange Addison
Orange is in for a sillier, softer kind of love; they really don't mind showing affection around others though they might get shy with it, and if they had to rank love languages from their preferred one to their least…well, it'd take them a long time, because they show love towards their partner in so many ways it's hard to pick a favorite even for them!
Perhaps they're a bit clingy sometimes, and they're definitely the one who struggles the most with the fact that their partner is a Lightner who needs to go back to the Light World sometimes. They're not very keen on voicing their issues and worries however, which might lead to them bottling up their feelings over time and sort of exploding at a minor inconvenience.
Orange Addison is a little clumsy, and they're never really sure what to pick for a date, so they usually just go for whatever their partner seems to like or something they've mentioned wanting to try! But they do have a little preference for things that aren't super flashy and out there, like small cafe dates, walks and hanging out somewhere private like their own house. They always find a way to make the simpler dates feel very romantic , don't worry!
They're going to get embarassed if you visit them while they're working, and might try to avoid you, though it's nothing personal and moreso a personal issue they have. They're not super popular to begin with, so their mistakes possibly not going unnoticed makes them more anxious than usual.
They have a bunch of hobbies that they like their partner to engage with, just like Yellow, with the difference that Orange's are a little more muted in nature. They prefer artistic activities, like painting together or doing pottery, and love keeping whatever they and their lover make together around the house as a reminder of their relationship. Little side note, but they also like to dress a little weird when they don't need to wear their uniform…I think Orange is the most whimsical Addison, so they're also the least judgy!
Here's the preview for Yellow Pages ch2, "Add Contact?" bc I might actually name each one this time around. Continues a few days after ch1 ended.
Arriving home, you kicked off your shoes and flopped into a soft armchair with a grateful sigh. Tomorrow was a bank holiday, which meant you got to stay home! There weren't any special requests to fill - beyond the one waiting for a shipment from the hardware store - so you planned to sort through the crate of ‘junk’ other vintage enthusiasts had tossed your way.
The phone rang, but you ignored it. Too comfy, call back later or leave a message if it's that important. Whoever it was hung up the moment your answering machine kicked on, probably just some stupid telemarketer; they never took the hint, so pushy.
The phone rang again, and you lifted your head up because that sound was not coming from the single wall-mounted landline. An old rotary phone, perched at an angle at the top of the cardboard box, was rattling so hard it threatened to wobble off the edge.
The phone rang.
And it rang.
And rang.
Your tongue felt like an unpleasant microfiber cloth in a mouth dryer than canned compressed air. Stretching your hand out as if the receiver would bite you, you held it in front of your face.
“If this is a prank, it's a very not funny one!” Someone had broken into your house. You remembered getting it for dirt cheap, but it was so busted inside that it wouldn't have worked even if plugged in.
