NOTE: this is incredibly short, but i haven’t posted a fic in a while and i promised myself this would be out before christmas, so here ya go. it’s not the best writing but i tried…
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It was early. So early the sun hadn’t even started to rise, only a a small glimpse of the light that followed it could be seen on the moon. Every member of the Dreemurr house calmly sleeping as they awaited their day of work and school. Mirroring the light world, the darkners that resided in TV World also lie asleep, curling up next to a partner or blanket due to the freezing temperatures of winter.
The Mikes had also met this fate, sprawled out on their bed as they surrounded themselves with blankets and each other’s arms. Jongler, however, lie awake like a wooden plank in the center, a small sigh escaping their mouth. Although it was insanely early and no one would be watching TV until after school, their boss was still set on waking up at 4:00 am just to get things running. Normally he’d be able to do the regular tasks on his own, but today he had called for Mike, and the only one that was available was Jongler.
Tired, the zapper sat up, watching as their partners’ bodies fell off of them to softly hit the surface of the mattress. They smiled(?) at the sleeping display before continuing their journey out of the mountains of blankets and pillows. Just as they were about to quietly lay a foot on the floor, something grabbed their arm.
“Where are you going?” A familiar voice groggily asked, “It’s early.”
Jongler turned around to see Battat’s firm grip on their arm, as well as the green die’s expression of tired suspicion. The zapper immediately turned their body back to their partner, putting their hands on his face, who in return put a hand on theirs. Before Jongler could even get a word out, Pluey scooted toward the two, laying his head in Jongler’s lap as he pouted.
“Da boss’s callin’ us,” They admitted, moving one of their hands to pet the shadowguy, “I thought I’d do it for you’s.”
Pluey tilted his head, a small sad saxophone note followed. Battat nodded in agreement, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, Plues’ right, it’s too cold for you to go out there, especially at this hour.”
“But, da boss-“
Another more stern, yet still sad saxophone note came from Pluey as he lifted his head to properly face his partner. Jongler, in return, snatched their hands back to their sides, seeing as their gentle approach to compromise wasn’t exactly working.
“Come back to sleep, ya’ workaholic!” Battat whined, too tired to see the obvious irony in his statement.
Jongler rolled their eyes before they were suddenly grabbed once more, this time being pushed down onto the bed. Pluey and Battat, proud of themselves, huddled around the zapper, making sure they couldn’t get up without hurting anyone. Jongler irritatedly sighed, but relaxed not a second later.
“Fine, fine.” They yawned, moving a bit as to be more comfortable, “But if we’s in trouble, don’t…” Another yawn, “Don’t blame me…”
Their boss was morning problem anyway. For now, their only worries were making sure the cold didn’t reach them.
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man, sorry this is so short… i might continue this later if i have time.
a reminder that i am still taking spamtenna (and, fuck it, any other deltarune ship) fic requests! but i may get to them a little late, give myself some time to spend with family and stuff during christmas.
post chapter 3 in castletown where spamton and tenna are going on their first date after reuniting.. they both try to dress up to impress the other after a long time, but during the date they have a mutual awkward moment and realize despite how long it's been they're still just as silly as they used to be. Wholesome moments.
MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!
thank you so so much for the request, and sorry it took me so long to get out, i had a lot of fun with it! this one is kind of long, but i think you’ll like it!
TW: drinking (not really?), one sex joke, kind cringeeee
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Second First Date - SpamTenna Fic
“Are… are you asking me on a date?”
Tenna’s screen went slightly pink as he looked at the smaller man in front of him, who seemed equally as embarrassed by the situation. Just two weeks ago, Tenna and Spamton met again, which of course resulted in a horrific battle, both verbal and physical. After a long conversation, the two agreed to start from scratch, not as business partners or lovers like they once were, but as friends. They spent their time together talking about the past and making up for lost time, enjoying every moment with each other. However, it occurred to both of them one night during one of their infamous (at least for them) smoke breaks, they still had feelings for one another, even after years apart. So, Spamton, being the big shot he is, made the first move and asked Tenna to grab a bite at the Cafe.
“YOU CAN [CALLING] IT THAT…” Spamton admitted, looking away from the CRT bashfully, “JUST [[Meet Me at the Crossroads]] THERE AT [6:00 pm], OKAY?”
He quickly scurried away out of embarrassment, leaving Tenna alone to suppress his screams of excitement. It’d been years since the two had done anything romantic together, and he had greatly missed the little dates they went on and the unfiltered flirting they executed when it was just them. Safe to say, this was a huge moment for Tenna, and he needed everything to be perfect. What he said, what he ordered, what he wore. Wait, what he wore? Since arriving in Castletown, Tenna had only been given a few clothes, and most of them were just copies of his classic suit. Normally he wouldn’t mind, but today was especially important.
With no other ideas, he darted to the Castle, hoping he could find who he was looking for. When he got to the room, he frantically knocked, relieved once the door opened and the fluffy prince stepped out from behind it.
“Mr. Tenna!” Ralsei exclaimed, surprised by the unexpected visitor, “What are you doing here?”
“Ralsei, I need your help!”Tenna basically pleaded, “If… you don’t mind.”
The prince looked back into his room, thinking for a moment before smiling and agreeing to help. Once made aware of Tenna’s “issue,” he brought the CRT into Castletown, promising to take him to a tailor he knew. For about half of the walk there, they were silent. Tenna was too busy overthinking to even acknowledge the prince’s presence.
“I go here for clothes all the time,” Ralsei mentioned in hopes of starting a conversation, “I sometimes use their sewing machine to make things for my dummy.”
“That’s sweet,” Tenna replied softly, snapping out of his nervous trance, “I bet the owner’s nice then.”
“Yeah, she lets me hang out in there when I’m doing things and I don’t want to be bothered by guests.” Ralsei added, a moment later realizing how rude that sentence must be to a guest that had in fact bothered him, and quickly changing the topic as a result, “What kind of look do you want?”
“I’m not sure yet, just gonna see where the wind takes me.”
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Spamton lay flat on top of the dumpster, lost in thought. Despite most definitely being able to get a room at the castle, some strange part of him felt the need to sleep out there, no matter how uncomfortable it seemed. No time to worry about that, Spamton had bigger problems to worry about. He had just asked Tenna to go out with him for the first time in what seemed like forever, and he needed a way to impress him, hopefully winning his heart back after selfishly tearing it apart. The puppet body he had been blessed with was less than attractive, especially when compared to his handsome self back when he was on top of the world. His hair was matted, white roots peeking out from the old black dye. His clothes were disgusting, covered in stains of god knows what, and better yet, they were the only clothes he had. So with all odds against him, Spamton thought. More than he’d ever thought before.
As he lie there pathetically, he hears the sound of familiar footsteps, which come to halt only a few feet away from him. He lifts his head, taking a few seconds to recognize the figure in front of him. But when he does, all hope of a helping hand drains from his face.
“[[Devil in Disguise]].” Spamton grumbles.
“MAILMAN~”Jevil teased, grinning and tilting his head, “WHY SO SAD IN A MOMENT TO BE GLAD? YOU’VE GOTTEN A DATE, WHY NOT CELEBRATE?”
“[GET LOST]!” Spamton groaned, turning back over to the jester while furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance, “YOU’RE THE [[Last Christmas]] PERSON I WANTED TO SEE.”
“VEE HEE HEE! AN HONORABLE TITLE INDEED, INDEED!” Jevil laughed, although he slightly pitted the puppet that lay before him, “NEED SOME HELP? JUST GOTTA YELP.”
Spamton pondered Jevil’s words. Should he really admit his hopelessness to this… thing? He was trapped with in Kris’ pocket with him for so long, and they’d gotten to know each other, but they’d often squabble over stupid things. Spamton never really knew why, it’d just always been that way. With seemingly no other choice, Spamton swallowed his pride and asked for help.
“COME, COME!” Jevil insisted happily, grabbing the puppet by his arm and leading him to wherever, “I KNOW A PLACE, WE’LL FIX YOUR FACE!”
“WHAT DOES [THAT] MEAN?” Spamton growled, “SOMEONE! [Press F1 For] HELP ME!!”
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As the light began to dim signaling sunset, the two darkners started their walk to the cafe, freaking out as their wingmen comforted them to the best of their abilities. The atmosphere was perfect that night; the air was warm, the sky was littered with small lights, and the streets were quiet enough to hear one another, but loud enough to keep your conversation private. It wasn’t often that people went to the cafe on a work day, so it’d be just the two and a few others who’d be too busy getting drunk to interrupt. Everything was going to plan, it would incredible. Once the two were only a few yards from the cafe, their companions wished them luck and left them alone. They finished the walk themselves at met eyes at the door, almost starstruck by the other.
“Spamton!” Tenna exclaimed, using his award winning smile to hide his nervousness, “You actually came!”
“WOULDN’T [miss you] IT FOR THE WORLD, [CATHODE].” Spamton flirted in an obvious attempt to disguise his own anxiety, “YOU LOOK [[Heart-stopping, jaw-dropping, mind bending]]!”
The outfits they had chosen were perfect for tonight. Tenna wore a white button up, black dress pants, a matching vest, and a tie which he tucked this time. Spamton, although not as well dressed as Tenna, also wore a white button up that he tucked into his brown dress pants. He held them up with suspenders, and a matching tie was around his neck. Most notably, he had actually brushed his hair, styling it the exact same way he wore it back in 1997.
“Shall we?” Tenna stepped forward, opening the door for the puppet, who made an exaggerated ‘thank you’ gesture before walking in. Tenna followed his date inside, ducking under the doorframe due to his size. The two were seated almost immediately, perk of being dark world famous, yet another thing Spamton missed. The two sat in silence for moment, an excruciating, anxiety-filled silence.
“So…?” Tenna started, desperately trying to ease his mind, “How’s that jester guy doing? I saw you talking to him earlier.”
“OH, [[Devil in Disguise]]?” Spamton answered, “HE’S FINE, [I GUESS], STILL A PAIN IN [*$^%]…”
Tenna snickered at Spamton’s description of Jevil, enjoying not only the cute little ads that popped up in between words, but also the nostalgic badmouthing he did when he spoke of others.
“Sorry, sorry.” Tenna said through laughter after seeing the confused expression on Spamton’s face, “How do you two know each other again?”
“WE SPENT SOME [TIME] IN KRIS’ [[Polly Pocket]] TOGETHER,” Spamton recalled the time he was trapped in those glasses, “HE’S JUST A [[Friend Inside Me]]… WHAT ABOUT [YOU]? I SAW THAT [[Fluffy Boi]] [[A helping hand]] YOU.”
“Ralsei? Oh, he was just getting me ready. He was very polite, but also seemed distracted by something? Best not to worry, he is a prince after all.”
As their conversation died down, a waitress came over and placed down two waters before taking out her notebook and pen.
“What can I get you today?” She asked, a slight tiredness to her voice, “Any drinks to start ya’ off?”
Tenna and Spamton’s eyes met, waiting for the other person to decide if drinks were allowed. After an awkward seven seconds of silence, they finally spoke, but accidentally interrupted one another as a result. Many “sorries” and “you gos” later, Tenna finally ordered first.
“Uhm, just a… just a Sex on the Beach, please?” He stuttered, feeling horrible for the employee that had to endure this painfully awful interaction.
“GIVE ME AN [[Old Fashioned Cars]].” Spamton told the employee, grinding his teeth through his smile.
Once the waitress had walked away, the tension magically eased, but the silence returned again. Tenna reached for his water and began to sip, hoping it’ll distract from the unsettling atmosphere.
“[[Sex on the Beach]], HUH?” Spamton joked, getting the attention of Tenna, “I WOULD’NT MIND [SOME].”
Tenna immediately choked on his water, instinctively spitting it out onto his pants. Once Spamton had he’d done, he handed the TV his napkin, waiting a moment for him to clean up before talking again.
“[^$*%], ARE YOU OKAY?” Spamton inquired quietly, red faced and embarrassed, “DO YOU…-“
“I’m okay, I-“ Tenna coughed, shrinking a bit, “Excuse me for a moment,”He stood up and swiftly moved to the restroom, making Spamton feel terrible. Why’d he have to make that stupid joke?! It might have had Tenna swooning back then, but this was basically a first date! He can’t talk about sex on a first date! He groaned, lifting his glasses to pinch the space between his eyes. He calmed himself and mentally prepared for when his date got back, but once he noticed Tenna returning, he immediately lost that composure.
“Hey, sorry about that, just caught me off guard…” Tenna laughed, sitting back down. He knew Spamton was just joking, no need to be so shaken up and flustered by every comment. He must’ve made Spamton feel so bad…
“YOU DON’T NEED TO [[Sorry, Baby]] ME.” Spamton reassured, rubbing the back of his neck, “IT WAS [MY BAD] ANYWAY…”
Tenna smiled softly at those words. Spamton almost never admitted when he was in the wrong, even if he wasn’t really this time. It felt almost like they were at the peak of their relationship again, where they felt comfortable being human(?) around one another. It felt normal again, understanding each other in a way words couldn’t even begin to express, Tenna missed it dearly. How he longed for the familiar feeling of closeness and gentleness that felt so real, so right that it was almost as if no force could break it apart. And even when it tried and all hope seemed lost, they had found each other again.
“Spammy,” Tenna said softly, watching as the mailman perked up at the familiar nickname, “I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you. Even back when I sworn to hate you, a part of me knew I still loved you.”
He put Spamton’s hands in his own, lightly caressing them with his thumbs.
“Spamton, I.. love you.” Tenna whispered.
A moment of quiet passed again, but this time it was a moment of connection. Spamton felt as if some switch flicked inside him, bringing back a fluttering feeling in his chest he hadn’t felt in forever.
“C- CAN I [[Retry Now]] AGAIN?” Spamton asked, looking up at Tenna happily, “I’LL DO [BETTER] THIS TIME.”
Tenna felt his heart swell, suddenly standing and lifting up the small puppet, holding him close to his chest as he spun around. The two laughed with each other before calming down, taking a moment to just feel the other.
“TENS?”
“Yeah?”
“I L- L- L- LOVE YOU.”
“I love you, too.”
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i hope you like this one!
just a reminder, i am still taking spamtenna fic requests, ask or dm me!
NOTE: happy new year everyone!!! to end 2025, which was a huge journey of self discovery for me, i have written yet another spamtenna fic, but be warned that this is quite long. this might be a bit ooc (i tried my best), but i wanted to try giving spamton autism as i love that headcanon more than anything and i as an autistic myself, i like projecting. as always, read the trigger warnings and happy reading!
TW: one mention of sex, drinking, cursing, mentions of smoking, kind cringe and over dramatic….
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New Year’s, a time where the societal pressure to stay up late drinking gets the better of even the most responsible of people. However, Spamton was far from responsible, after all late nights at the bar in Cyber City were quite common for him, either that or night long sex with his business partner. It made no sense why New Year’s Day would be any different, other than the fact he would be spending his time drinking with employees rather than women who were most definitely hired to talk to him. Except there was another societal pressure that came with this holiday—the overhyped kiss with a lover at midnight.
He’d seen it in the movies countless times, but had never actually done it himself, even outright calling it a waste of time. This was the first year ever that he had someone to kiss, and this stupid schoolgirl crush that had gotten the better of Spamton made him rethink his opinion on a New Year’s kiss. A public display of their love at exactly midnight as their colleges cheer around them would be quite romantic, spectacular even. Although just the thought alone made him cringe, what could be the harm in trying?
And so, as the sun began slowly setting and everyone began crowding into the green room, Spamton sat in his dressing room, hatching whatever plan he could while tying his tie. He could catch Tenna off guard and make him red as a tomato, or even play dumb until Tenna was sad enough where he could sneak a cheer-up kiss right at midnight. But what if he let Tenna take the lead? Let him initiate the kiss? Lately he’s become more dominant which Spamton does like, though he’d never admit it. The nervousness of the situation made his hands go sweaty as he messed up tying a knot over and over again. Angrily, he threw it on the ground with a groan, but straightened up upon hearing a knock at his door. He knew who it was immediately.
“Come in Tens, I’m not naked,” He shouted at the door, watching in admiration as the CRT carefully walked through the door, shutting it behind him. He was dressed in similar attire to Spamton, the two men both wearing black suits rather than their usual red and yellow, hoping they’d match the golden decorations much better.
“Such a shame,” Tenna replied, a joke that took Spamton a second to process. He began to walk over to his cohost, swiftly picking up the tie off the floor as he did so. He held out the clothing item in front of his lover as he bent forward, a teasing smile on his screen.“Having trouble?”
“Yeah,” Spamton admitted after clicking his tongue, allowing Tenna’s hands on his body as they skillfully finished tying the black piece of fabric around his neck. Once the host finished his job, he took one of Spamton’s hands in his gloved one, rubbing it gently before placing a small kiss on it. Spamton instinctively pulled his hand away and awkwardly laughed. “What was that about?”
“Just getting rid of your before-show jitters,” Tenna stated as if he was doing the business man a favor, wiggling his fingers on the word ‘jitters.’ He stood back up to move over to the door, which he held open in an exaggerated manner. “Shall we?”
“Fine, fine.” Spamton sighed, following the much taller man out the door, “As long as ya’ stop acting like I’m some princess, I’ve got an image to maintain, don’t I?” He playfully elbowed Tenna as they approached the green room, chatting and flirting for what felt like a long time despite the short walk. Upon arrival, Spamton was anything but unsurprised at the massive, glittery display. The room seemed a million times lighter as the already bright fluorescent lights reflected off gold decorations and what looked like hundreds of wine glasses. Not to mention the volume of the room, every darkner having their own separate conversation and therefore battle to be heard over the crowd. Tenna really outdid himself, didn’t he?
It was all very overwhelming for Spamton, it felt like he was seeing the gates of heaven too soon and too fast, especially all at once. It was nothing like the lowly lit bar with dim neon signs that he was used to, but what else would he expect from a party put on by the most over the top person known to the Dark World. However, Spamton was still determined to play out his puny excuse of a fantasy, he’d just have to deal with the overstimulation of it all, it couldn’t be that hard. So as Tenna began to greet every guest with somehow equal enthusiasm, Spamton snuck off to the place he knew best, where the alcohol was. Might as well get drunk to survive all this glitter.
“Yo, Ramb!” Spamton called to the bartender, who tiredly smiled once seeing the Addison. There were only two people in all of TV World who didn’t despise Spamton; Tenna, who was his boyfriend so it didn’t really count, and Ramb. Sure, they found each other annoying at times, but never really hated each other, Spamton even going as far as to get advice from the Plugboy. Maybe they felt connected in some way, being somewhere that they shouldn’t.“Could I get a glass of battery acid?”
“Sure luv, anything for the TV?” Ramb asked, raising an eyebrow at the fifty Spamton slid across the counter, “I don’t think you meant to give me this much for just one drink?” He quickly snatched the dark dollar before his customer could even process the large payment he unintentionally made.
“Nah, he’s got himself—and don’t question the tip.” Spamton responded, covering up his mistake with gratitude and a dismissive hand wave. Ramb laughed at the man’s obvious nervousness and turned around to start working. Damn, Spamton thought, I really gotta pull myself together. Desperately, his eyes wandered around the room, searching for some distraction from the in-your-face decor. His eyes landed on one of the Pippins, who’s name he hadn’t been bothered to learn. The die stood there lopsided with a shadowguy, the pair sloppily but happily dancing together as they try their hardest not to topple over. Spamton found the sight quite amusing, stupidly imagining himself and his partner doing something so foolish yet so free.
“Spamton,” A voice asked, bringing the salesman’s attention to whoever on the other side of the counter. While the distraction was nice, it was short lived as Ramb had slid Spamton’s drink over to him. Desperate to calm his nerves, he quickly snatched the glass and chugged it all in one sitting, a decision he obviously didn’t think that through as after he fell almost over. “Dear God…”
“Whoo! That felt good!” Spamton exclaimed, slamming the glass on the table, “How about another one, Plugboy?” Spamton grinned at the bartender, who in return gave a smug smile before turning back around. Thank the Light World for antidepressants. Spamton felt a bit less anxious than he was before, the first thing he noticed was how his uncontrollable fidgeting had come to halt. Strange, he hadn’t noticed himself being so restless until now. He shakes the thought away, eyes going back to wandering the bright and annoying room as that seemed to have done the trick last time. This time he found himself staring at Tenna, just the sight of the CRT alone putting him in what could be described as a trance.
It reminded Spamton why he was here—to indulge in his fantasies and have the perfect New Year’s kiss that had been oh-so talked up by everyone around him. He was never one to be pressured into things, constantly being defiant of social norms and even the prophecy itself, so why was this any different? Maybe he really was in love this time…so engrossed in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed when the CRT in question had started walking towards him, nor when his hand was gently grabbed the same way it was in his dressing room. Only his name being softly said brought him back to reality.
“Spammy, are you alright?” Tenna’s voice was laced with concern, which only made Spamton more embarrassed by the situation. He snatched his hand back as before, this time going red faced from what he could argue was the alcohol, despite it most likely being his flustered state. The reaction only made Tenna push further, which Spamton undoubtedly expected. “You were staring, if you-“
“I’m fine, Tens, really!” Spamton reassured, flashing his signature award-losing smile. He’d better get his act together before he loses his chance, whatever strange overwhelming feeling he had could wait. Tenna, although not fully convinced, smiled at the comment, watching as Spamton’s own smile softened.
“Well, come on then,” Tenna happily exclaimed, grabbing Spamton’s hand and pulling him into the crowd, “It’s almost midnight and the new year only happens once!” The two made their way through the mass of their employees which stood around the TVs that displayed an almost threatening countdown. The pair had found themselves a corner not too far away from the hoard of darkners, the perfect amount of space to initiate a kiss. Despite his earlier feelings of stress, Spamton had this in the bag, knowing full well it’d all be worth it for just one drop of perfectly timed PDA.
But as the thirty-second countdown began, that earlier overstimulation sank in. The crowd sounded louder than ever as they screamed, it felt as if everyone in the Dark World was screaming into Spamton’s ears all at the same time, yelling different things in somehow unison. That mixed with the glitter that covered every inch of the room made it horrifying, making everything itchy and reflective with those bright fluorescent lights that seemed even brighter than ever before. But he had to kiss Tenna, right? Even if it was another stupid overhyped tradition that may as well be useless if it wasn’t such a huge part of the media, he still had to do it. Who knows what might happen if he doesn’t take advantage of the perfect Hollywood life he dreamed of for so long, he knew damn well all good things come to an end, and this in no way would be any different. His breathing quickened the more he thought, eyes frantically looking around the room hoping that just maybe he could distract himself yet again.
Suddenly, something grabbed him at the waist, turning his body towards the one and only, Mr. Ant Tenna. This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for since the beginning of this whole episode, the fantasy he wanted to selfishly live in. If he wanted it so bad, then why did it feel so wrong? Unnatural, even. His head was spinning; from the overstimulation, from the alcohol, and from whatever force pulled him to be here, the fear of defying the norm. And just as Tenna leaned in at exactly seven seconds before midnight, Spamton realized it was too much. He forcefully pushed his partner away, sucking in one last shaky breath before running to the only place he knew to feel leveled.
Once he made it to the balcony, he ran to the railing, using the metal rod to keep himself from falling over. It was dark out, the only light coming from inside the studio and the classic New Year’s fireworks that danced around in the sky. Although it was a wonderful break from the previous brightness, the cold hit soon after, turning every breath put out into a fog. Spamton felt himself shaking, frantically trying to calm his breathing. Once successful, he gripped the railing tighter, becoming angry rather than anxious.
“Fuck!” He yelled, putting his head in his hands, “Why am I like this? Why am I like this!?” He put down his arms and kicked the railing exactly three times before pacing around, cursing as he did so. Defeated, he stood back in his original spot, leaning on the railing as the need to cry snuck into his throat. “Fuck…” He said quietly, bending down so that he buried his head in crossed arms. If only he’d brought a cigarette out here, maybe it’d make this more bearable. If only he wasn’t so sensitive, maybe then he wouldn’t have embarrassed himself, and without getting the reward he’d been working up to. Not to mention the horrific talk he’s going to have with Tenna after this—
“Spamton?” He froze, knowing exactly who had just entered. The salesman lifted his head and hesitantly nodded, a gesture that confusingly invited Tenna to come over. The host made his way to stand beside his partner, who didn’t dare to make eye contact in return. The pair shared a moment of agonizing silence, Spamton in particular trying his hardest not to break down crying right there. Despite it all, he was the one to break the awkwardness.
“I’m sorry.” He admitted, the words feeling sour in his mouth. He still refused turned to the CRT next to him, instead clinging to his hair to keep from doing anything more stupid. “I don’t know why I’m being so difficult tonight!” Although said in a laughing tone, a small hint of a sob seeped through, which only made him tug harder at his roots. “I’ll make it up to you, doll, anyway I can, I just-“
“Spamton, you’re shaking.” Tenna stated, gently prying the mailman’s hands away from his scalp. Spamton took this moment to finally make eye contact, staring up at his partner with an out-of-character shy gaze. Tenna brought the smaller man’s hands up to his mouth and softly kissed them. “What happened out there?”
“I… don’t know…” Spamton said blankly, this time allowing his partner to hold his hands. This was all sorts of embarrassing, but he had to admit to liking the closeness of it all, even if he felt extremely on edge. With that, he swallowed his pride and told his partner what he did know, “I just really wanted to kiss you tonight, and I-… something happened, I don’t know what, but something.”
“It’s not too late to kiss me, Spam, even if it’s past midnight.” Tenna laughed, grabbing the smaller man the same way he had earlier that night. Spamton felt his heart light up at the movement, a smile creeping up on his face knowing that this was happening, maybe not as picture perfect as he’d intended, but he was finally playing out his fantasy he’d been wishing for since seeing it on tv. No bright lights, no loud cross, no itchy glitter, just them alone, together. “What are you waiting for?”
The two looked at each other one last time before their lips happily touched, taking their sweet time before parting and kissing again. It was magical to Spamton, rewarding after everything he’d felt that night. It was, and in the corniest way possible, perfect.
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i might post this to ao3 soon…
hope you enjoyed reading this despite how long it is, and have an awesome 2026!
NOTE: hey guys! so i really thought i would get invited to ao3 in time for valentine's day, but because I can't, i'll just post my fic here! this took me so long to write and i was using my computer for the first time, so bear with me. (i was using my notes app before lmao)
TW: drinking, cursing, mentions of smoking (no smut!!)
The most anticipated and peer pressure-driven holiday has to be Valentine’s Day. Sure, it was one of the most profitable holidays with it’s cheap chocolate and immense rise in proposals–however, it was also hell on earth for anyone in a relationship. With all the highly expected, over the top gifts and gross lovey-dovey bullshit, it’s almost as if you’ve failed your partner when you don’t oblige. It may as well be worse when you're trying to keep your “relationship” a secret.
Ask anyone of his ex-partners; they’ll tell you just how awful Spamton was at being affectionate to any degree. He always saw love as just a marketing scam to sell mushy romance movies and teenage fantasies. But recently, he had to rethink his perception of love as a certain special TV had snuck his way into Spamton’s big shot life. Tenna was ecstatic about Valentine’s Day and all things romance, he’d even theme his whole show plus the studio around pink and red and cupid or any other symbol of this extremely talked up holiday. It was intense, to say the least.
With this passionate of a partner, you’d have to imagine the extra pressure on top of the already existing expectation that weighed on Spamton, especially when it’s a guy he has feelings for??? WHAT!?!? However this February, the salesman hatched a plan to not only woo that boobtube, but also outdo him in the process. All he had to do was wait for the end of their “Tv-tastic” Valentine’s Day Special and boom!
As the curtains fell, they cast a shadow upon the two co-hosts who continued to stand still in a deep bow as if scared to give up their pride. It had been a good show as always, despite the Weather Duo getting a bit too handsy with each other during their segment, but the crew was proud regardless. Perhaps going through the trauma of an extremely picky boss bonded them together, so seeing the TV so happy with the result was rewarding. Speaking of the host, he soon straightened himself along with his partner, turning to the man dressed in similar attire, a black suit to nicely contrast the pink explosion of the set.
The two looked at each other for a moment, both out of the strange need to shoot the other a loving glance and the fact they were at a loss of how to move on from such a moment. The salesman spoke up first, giving a playful nudge to the much taller man, “Not too bad tonight Tens, the Fun-O-Meter was off the charts during the fanmail section!” A grin took over his face as he talked, taking note of the slight blush on the TV’s face after the compliment.
“Oh me? That was all you Spammy!” Tenna teased, earning a scoff as he bent his back to better see on his partner’s level, “The audience just adored your little cupid outfit!” His partner in question crossed his arms, clearly still pissy about that stupid board.
“By the audience, I think you mean you.” Spamton replied, a guilty smile sneaking its way onto Tenna’s screen. He spun on his heels to make his way offstage, his partner following close behind him. The two continued their quiet banter as they made their way to Tenna’s dressing room, too engrossed in conversation to even acknowledge the celebratory chaos the crew had brought to the studio, the chaos they would never take part in if Spamton’s special night had gone according to plan.
Upon arrival, the two took their usual seats–Spamton on the couch and Tenna just across from him at the vanity. The salesman couldn’t help but slightly awe at the room he’d seen numerous times, still struck by how decorated it was. The walls were green, littered with stars and the letters “TV” in a just subtle enough pattern to not be too distracting from the main event, which had to be the several different posters of Tenna throughout the years, long before Spamton even stepped foot in TV World. Other than the self-centered decorations, the room had quite basic necessities; just a closet, vanity, and couch, when not used for Spamton, it was piled with clothes. He felt comfortable in that room, but always felt slightly overwhelmed.
“Soo~ any plans for tonight? It is Valentine’s Day after all.” Tenna inquired as he fixed his tie, clearly just fishing for a date. Not that Spamton minded, this exact question was what he needed to nicely segway. Despite his confidence in his idea for a date, a small part of himself felt nervous about asking, a feeling that made Spamton sick to his stomach. Stupid holiday, why’d there have to be so much pressure? But then again, it was nice to see that boobtube smile…
“Yes actually,” Spamton responded after a far too long beat, standing up and making his way over to the other man. He hesitated slightly before continuing, covering his weariness by grabbing Tenna’s hand. Godmannit Spamton, the worst he can say is no! “I was going to spend the night at the bar alone, unless any beautiful women join me.” He gave one last glance to the TV before kissing his hand, waiting for a reaction before looking back again.
“What…?” Tenna defeatedly whispered, shrinking about two feet in disappointment. Oh yeah, he was Tenna, nothing got through that thick shell around his wires. Spamton stood back up straight to see the TV’s screen off, turned away in sadness. He groaned to bring his partner’s attention back to him.
“Tenna, baby–this is roleplay.” He stated as if talking to a child, smiling once again upon seeing the TV perk up, “I’ll see you then, partner.” With one more peck to the hand, Spamton was on his way. Had to prepare for this night of basically making their relationship public, not to mention the fact they had to pretend they were different people to each other. Guess he really didn’t think this through. Nevertheless, Valentine’s Day was once again a difficult step.
Spamton sat in the leather seats of his car, hands anxiously rubbing the wheel as if the friction would bring him back to Earth. He was only about twenty feet away from the tall building that, beside from many hotel rooms, held the Cyber City Bar & Grill. It was cold that night, just like always, each breath he took stinging ever so slightly. However, this time with a chill of uncertainty. Any other day Spamton would never take such a risk to his image, especially just to fuck that Cathode’s brains out after. If he hated this holiday so, then why would he entertain it this much?
Another chilled wind blew by, lifting the strands of hair and the feathers on his neck. The night cast a lovely deep blue over the city, only the bright lights that served as the trim of each floor illuminated the otherwise pitch black city. Spamton let go of another breath, watching as it turned white before floating too far to see. He lightly slammed his head against the wheel, closing his eyes almost like he was saying a quick prayer before getting up.
He traveled to the third floor of the intimidating building, the smell of steak, cigars, and wine hitting as soon as he entered. It was once again a lowly lit place, having warmer lighting rather than cool. It was slightly crowded with couples at every corner other than the bar, which was almost empty besides the lonely drunks who he could just tell were regulars. He made his way over to them, not bothering himself with conversation and opting to sit near the middle. There was a giant wall of expensive wines behind the semi-circle counter which all gave the same warm, yet bare welcome.
The bartender was a Swatchling per usual, who Spamton ordered a single glass of battery acid from. As he sat there waiting for his drink and therefore his date, he couldn’t help feeling almost naked. Someone who had such fame sitting there so sad, even if it was just to have a little fun with his partner. It felt too dark in there, too cold, too alone. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all. Maybe he shouldn’t have–
“Hey there Big Shot,” A voice came from Spamton’s left, a tired yet flirty voice. The salesman looked beside him and– woah. Tenna leaned almost seductively on the countertop, a sparkly, tight black dress hugging his what-could-be-described-as curves. The dress brought out the pink tint on his lips, and the deep purple of his robotic limbs which were at most times covered by the restraints of his suit. Spamton’s eyes darted back and forth, taking in the sight of his partner. “Mind if I join you?”
He took a second to respond, still taken back by the unexpected attire, but (attempted to) nonchalantly said, “Suit yourself, doll.” Damn that sexy dress for getting him like this. Tenna pulled out the chair behind him and sat down, still leaning on the table to better look at Spamton with an almost lustful gaze, though it was hard to tell what he was really thinking. “Tell me, what’s a girl like you doing out here on Valentine’s Day all alone?”
“Well sir,” Tenna replied, straightening himself to put a hand on his chest, “I am… uh… Cassandra! The wife of a very famous and rich man. However, ‘tis a loveless marriage.” Spamton immediately burst out laughing once Tenna finished, earning a gentle punch from his partner. “It’s my character! Who are you anyway?”
“The name’s… Marvin?” Spamton answered, searching around the room as if he’ll find an idea from there, “Doctor Marvin Handsomeface, PhD!” He put out a hand as if to shake that was met with Tenna mirroring Spamton’s earlier reaction, making the embarrassed salesman roll his eyes. “I would’ve picked a better name if you gave me a sec!”
“No, no. I love it, Spammy.” Tenna reassured, grabbing the smaller man’s hand from the table and giving it a squeeze before finishing, “Why are you here alone, Mr. Handsomeface?” Spamton, face still slightly flushed from the earlier interaction, cleared his throat before relaxing into his seat.
“Ya’ know; no wife, no kids, and no where to go on a night like this, so full of young love.” He sighed, flashing a small smile to the CRT. Although he was nervous out of his mind, for fear of being discovered and of disappointment, the fact that Tenna showed up brought a new light to this otherwise dull bar. Spamton couldn’t help the gross, warm feeling growing inside him as he joked with his partner, even if it wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for the night. Plus, Tenna looked stunning in that dress, who knew he’d go as far to wear heels, too?
As his drink arrived, he made sure to also order a cocktail, being a bit too specific considering he “just met” the person beside him. Thank goodness hardly anyone in Cyber City tuned into TV Time, otherwise Tenna would be bombarded with not only crazed fans, but also those who were way too curious about his personal life, and therefore why he was there in a dress as he flirted with his co-host.
“Tell me more about this husband of yours,” Spamton sipped on his glass of battery acid, the liquid stinging the corners of his mouth ever so slightly. To be completely honest, he didn’t feel like drinking, especially something so sour. “And maybe about why this marriage is so loveless, as you said?” He teased Tenna, knowing that Cathode couldn’t think of a celebrity other than himself for the life of him.
“Ah! Yes, you may have heard of him before, he’s a… TV host!” There it is, thought Spamton, taking another sip of that God-awful drink. Tenna gave a suspicious glance to the mailman before he straightened himself, looking proud as ever. “His name is Spamton G. Spamton.” The man mentioned choked upon hearing his name. Tenna dramatically sighed, putting a hand on his forehead and arching his back in the most damsel-in-distress way.
“Oh, he’s horrible!” The TV exclaimed way too loudly, “Always showing up late and never picking up his cigarette buds, his poor co-host.” He whispered that last part, moving his hand to peer at his partner, who angrily scoffed as his face reddened. This damn guy. Tenna brought his face close to Spamton’s, their cheeks grazing each other as he gave a gentle poke to the tip of his nose. “He’s extremely adorable though, not to mention handsome.”
“You’re lucky you're hot, Tenna!” Spamton shouted, pushing the CRT’s head away with a force that could’ve been much more gentle, “I let you get away with so much, Goddamnnit.” Tenna’s screen turned pink at the comment, suddenly twiddling his fingers like a schoolgirl. “Seriously? I just said that you’re hot, Tens–” A flower appeared at the tip of Tenna’s own nose, interrupting the two as they sat in an awkward silence for a minute. Fuck, he was cute.
Spamton gently plucked the flower off of Tenna’s nose, sticking the stem in his hair where an ear would be. “How do I look?” He asked in a low voice, scooting as close as he could to the CRT. The night had really been perfect, even though they could never take roleplay like this seriously despite both being actors. The way the warm light hit Tenna made him look stunning, almost as if he were the light itself, and the fact they got to spend what would be a shitty night together, flirting like lovesick teens only heightened that.
Tenna’s lips curled into a smile as he followed his partner, scooting closer to the edge of his seat. He gently grabbed his lover’s face, stroking his cheek with his thumb as he brought his own head down. “Perfect, my dear.” He whispered, closing the space between them with a lingering kiss. Stupid Big Shot life, stupid Valentine’s Day, why spend so much time making everything perfect and up to expectation if the main point was to just be with your lover? They pulled away from one another, still staring at the other’s lips in a sort of longing.
A possible child’s voice shouted Tenna’s name from behind them, bringing the pair back to reality. “I think that’s our cue…” The host said, standing up and holding out a hand to his partner. Spamton took it without hesitation, keeping their fingers intertwined even as they walked to the car, which was a silent walk at that. Once they were both inside, Tenna spoke up first with a simple, “What now?”
“Now,” Spamton responded, looking over at the TV with a soft smile. The cold air from earlier still circulated the pair, but this time, he could barely feel it over the radiating warmth of his lover. “I’d like to take a very special person to my hotel room, would you mind that Mr. Ant Tenna?”
thanks for the request, this was really fun to write! i did not expect it to take this long to finish, so thanks for being patient. this is legit just tooth rotting fluff, i hope that’s what you wanted… okay, enough yapping, here’s the fic:
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It was finally December. A pure white blanket covered the streets of Castletown, footprints of all shapes and sizes making dents in the surface as the residents did their holiday shopping. Christmas was only in seven days, it was the most important time of year to the Dreemurrs, and therefore Tenna. As the TV, he had experienced every single Christmas morning through his screen, feeling his heart warm at the sight of presents under the tree and the kids’ faces upon seeing the wonderful display. But his favorite part was when everyone would gather around him, sharing blankets and hot chocolate as they all watched the classic Christmas movies once again, laughing at the same jokes they grew to love over the years. Now, it’d been so long since both families would join together for such an event, and since moving to Castletown, Tenna had no idea what to expect from a Christmas without purpose.
However, this day, although a week away from the actual holiday, was significant, Ralsei had invited everyone who resided at the castle to a party in the lobby in hopes of connecting those who were recruited by the lightners. Tenna hesitated before agreeing, it seemed so wrong to not be insanely busy a week before the biggest and most exciting event known to the dark world, and taking even a second off felt almost lazy, even if he had nothing to do. The only thing that miraculously convinced him to go was his partner. That little puppet, even after years of separation, had once again slipped into Tenna’s heart a few months ago, and in the amount of time from then to now, their earlier relationship began to grow. With this newfound love the two shared, Spamton persuaded Tenna to be his date to the party, arguing that’d it would be fun and that the host could use a break.
“I thought you didn’t like small parties like that?” Tenna questioned, recalling how Spamton would always recoil at even the thought of a small get together. He was always about the night life; drinks, neon lights, car rides, and whatever drugs he could get his hand on. His rebelliousness was one of the main things that attracted Tenna in the first place, how, in a way, he didn’t even follow the rules of nature.
“[[Change of Heart]],” Spamton stated as if it were obvious as to why, “PLUS, YOU LOOK [SMOKING] IN A SUIT.”
A wobbly smile took over Tenna’s face at the tease, though he couldn’t help but feel his partner was hiding something, especially with how laidback the mailman seemed. Nevertheless, this party was happening, and it would be their first party together since… a long time. With that in mind, Tenna was determined(ha!) to make this one a be a night to remember, the fact it was Christmas only fueling the flame of perfection. How he was to execute this so-called plan? He’d figure something out, maybe they’d sneak away from the crowd and have moment for each other, or find themselves embracing under the moonlight. Thinking about those mushy fantasies gave Tenna a sort of thrill, how he missed being young and care free where every night with his lover was so beautifully fast paced. He snapped himself out of his romantic trance and began to get ready, a strange feeling of suspicion lingering over him.
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As the sun began to dwindle in the light world, so did the chatter of Castletown, every darkner there entering their homes for yet another night of sleep. The only ones still stirring were those whose home was the actual castle, crowding in the lobby as they were greeted by the prince himself. The room was lovingly decorated head to toe in wreaths, bells, snowflakes, stars, and any other objects that could be seen as festive. Bright lights illuminated the room, reflecting off the glitter-covered tinsel and the sleek screens of the more technological darkners. It was all very overwhelming to Tenna, but it seemed to only excite him more. The TV stood with his partner by a doorway to a room they’d never been in, chatting about how much effort Ralsei had put into such a small party.
“YEAH, [Fluffy Boi] WORRIES TOO MUCH,” Spamton told his lover, leaning on the doorframe in a way Tenna found adorable, “IT LOOKS [Nice Try] THOUGH!”
“The garlands are lovely,” Tenna agreed after taking a sip of what he thought was eggnog, eyeing one of the strung together pine leaves that wrapped around the walls, “Do you remember that Christmas craft I made you do? You hated how the pine needles kept stabbing you and clinging to your feathers. By the end your arms were so covered I had to get them off so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.”
The two chuckled at the memory, Spamton in particular turning slightly pink in embarrassment, crossing his arms to his chest.
“YOU WEREN’T AS [INDEPENDENT] AS YOU [[a penny for your thoughts]] YOU WERE,” The mailman jokingly snapped back, “YOU ALWAYS MADE ME GUIDE YOU THROUGH [[Arts ‘n Crafts]] ‘CAUSE YOU DIDN’T [GET IT].”
“Maybe I liked the touch,” Tenna scoffed with a laugh, acting as if offended to hide the fact he really didn’t know how to do creative activities like that, “After all, you’d always hold my hands to show me how it’s done.”
The host crouched down while uselessly explaining himself, using his free hand to reach for his partner’s and tenderly massage the back of it with his thumb. The mailman’s cheekbones turned a deep red, taken off guard by the quick and unexpected gesture. Amusement spread over Tenna’s face as he watched the puppet’s mouth slightly open and close with confusion, at an obvious loss for words.
“I never struck you as the shy type, Spammy.” Tenna teased, making the puppet turned away bashfully. He’d always been so easily flustered, especially when Tenna would do anything remotely romantic.
“[[Two can play that way]]!” Spamton exclaimed with a sudden burst of confidence, taking Tenna’s state of shock to his advantage as he peppered the TV’s face in what would be considered kisses (with his teeth and all). The host immediately giggled, setting his drink down on the floor to better wrap his arms around the smaller man.
“Spahahmy!” Tenna whined, standing back up to bring his lover’s attack to a halt, “You always pull that dirty trick!”
“[[Guilty as charged]],” Spamton joked, resting his head on the taller man’s chest. Tenna rolled his non existent eyes in return, but still tightened his embrace to further push the puppet closer. He brushed his cheek and nose against Spamton’s hair, the same softness followed by the smell of smoke filled his senses in a way that made him tingle. They stayed like that for a moment, basking in each other’s touch like they hadn’t been this close in centuries. A small group of darkners had formed to watch the two, either disgusted or in awe of the affectionate display. Tenna didn’t really know why, maybe they just hadn’t seen the two be so romantic with one another, anyone for that matter. It was only once he heard quiet snickering from the man in his arms that his earlier suspicions were confirmed.
Tenna frantically but silently looked around, hoping for some idea of his partner’s plan. He wasn’t scared, but neither was he soothed; he felt more left out than everything, left out on a joke he wasn’t a part of. It was only once he looked up did he realize. A small plant dangled from the ceiling, its deep greens and bright reds seeming to sparkle under the far-too-bright lights. A classic tradition, one that Tenna had never fully tried despite having a lover of his own years ago. Driven by stubbornness, his old partner declined—but now, things had changed… for the better at that. Maybe it was a stupid or childish longing, but faced with what he wished for, it all felt justified and dare he say acceptable. He turned his flabbergasted gaze back to his partner, whom had lifted his head to face the TV.
“A mistletoe?” Tenna asked softly, feeling how laughable this whole situation was, “That was what you were hiding?”
“[OFC]!” Spamton giggled, grabbing the sides screen before him gently, “I KNOW HOW YOU [[Want it? I got it!]] TO [SMOOCH] UNDER ONE, SO I GOT THE [[prince of darkness]] TO HELP.”
Tenna felt his heart warm the same nostalgic way it would on Christmas morning, making a flower bloom on the end of his nose. He lifted the smaller body higher to have easier access to the puppet’s face, which he analyzed every perfectly imperfect detail with another loving gaze. Although he loved the slowness, he could feel the thrill of impatience bubbling up inside him.
“YOU LOOK [[PRETTY BOY]]…” Spamton whispered, smiling as he moved his head closer.
“You big sap,” Tenna laughed just as quietly, staring at the mouth he was so desperate to feel, “Now are you gonna kiss me or not?”
And with that, their faces shyly touched, staying there for a long beat. It felt so electric, so warm and sweet. Although they kissed everyday, it felt especially special, like they were young and new to love once again. Once their faces carefully and sadly pulled away, they paused to look at one another, as if no words could describe what they wanted to say. It was magical, to say the least. The only thing that brought them back to reality was Queen yelling at them to “get a room, lovebirds.”
“Thank you, Spammy.” Tenna said to his lover, “Merry Christmas.”
“MERRY CHRISTMAS, [CATHODE]”
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this yaoi crazy, dawg
i am still taking spamtenna requests, ask or dm me if you have any!
i’m working on my other fic requests right now, but i had a really good idea for today’s spamtenna inktober prompt (domestic life), so i whipped this up really fast. it’s basically just fluff with mentions of body image issues.
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The Dreemur home was quiet that morning. Kris and Asriel lie asleep in their rooms, grateful they get to sleep in Saturday morning. Toriel still insisted on getting up at 5:00, stirring around the kitchen to whip her and her husband breakfast despite herself. The sun had only barely rose, giving a hazy, still feeling to the house. In the living room, the tv sat where it always had, reflecting some of the light that came in from the window, illuminating the room. It was old, but it was loved by the small family, and many others that the Lighters would never know.
TV world was also quiet, mirroring it’s counterpart. There was a few hours until the kids would get up to watch cartoons, so there was no point in torturing themselves. Although there was no sun in the Dark World, every darkner could feel it, and the same haziness it brought to the Light World followed suit.
Spamton lay sprawled out on her partner’s bed, enjoying the silence that ran through the halls. It’d been too long since her mind was this excruciatingly quiet; and that made her appreciate it more. Her eyes blinked open, slightly heavy from the late night she had. She turned her head to the left slightly, just enough to see the time. On a normal day she would’ve been ready for work by now, she thought. She turned her body over the other way, lying on her right side, and as expected a blank screen stared back at her, fast asleep. She smiled slightly, finding the way Tenna slept so calmly and orderly quite admirable.
A light buzzing sound began coming from Tenna as she woke up, feeling a switch pressed inside her, bringing life to her whole body. Her screen clicked on, bringing her more human features back. She examined the face in front of her for a moment, observing every detail before curling her lips into a soft smile to match her lover’s. She cupped her hand around Spamton’s cheek, stroking the feathers gently with her thumb.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Tenna whispered, feeling Spamton lean into the touch, “How are you?”
“Tired.” Spamton answered at the same volume, shutting her eyes and yawning. She opened them again when she heard Tenna giggling, frowning as a result.
“Sorry, sorry-“ Tenna laughed, using her free hand to silence her mouth, “You’re just so adorable!”
Spamton blushed at the comment, rolling her eyes a bit. She scooted closer to Tenna, putting her head on the TV’s chest. She felt her lover’s arms wrapping around her as the two settled into place, bodies tightly intertwined with one another.
“Your boobs are comfy…” Spamton muttered, looking up to see Tenna’s screen turn pink, amused by the reaction.
“You trying to turn the tables, hm?” Tenna asked, in a jokingly competitive way, “Well, how’s this!”
She put her hands under her partner’s arms, lifting her up so their head were at the same level. She then peppered the poor girl’s face with kisses, making exaggerated smooching sounds. Spamton started giggling, lightly pushing on Tenna’s screen.
“Stahahp!” She whined. Tenna ceased her little attack, smiling all proud and giddy as her partner composed herself. She took note of every little ‘imperfection’ on her lover’s face. Her hair was messy, her eyes had bags, and she was blushing madly.
“You’re so gorgeous, Spammy.” Tenna said genuinely while still keeping a slightly flirtatious tone.
“Ugh, I know you’re just trying to win this battle.” Spamton pointed out, although her observation was inaccurate.
“No, I’m serious.” Tenna objected, “You have cute little dimples when you smile genuinely, they compliment the rosiness of your cheeks when you laugh or get flustered. Every little hair out of place adds to your beauty, it shows off the person you are, the person I get to see, get to love. And you’re the perfect size, I can lift you up and hold you close forever. I love that about you. I love you, Spamton.”
Spamton sat there with a shocked expression, struck by every little word. She’d spent years hating her appearance and desperately making every single little thing perfect, even to the point of doing heinous things. Her lover turned all those insecurities into something that is loved, that is cherished, which seemed almost unimaginable to Spamton.
“I- you’re just, you’re just saying that to win…” Spamton muttered, not daring the make eye contact.
“I’m being truthful, why would I ever lie about something so important?” Tenna asked, giving Spamton’s forehead a kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Ann.” Spamton sighed, “You wanna go eat?”
“Of course, sweetie.”
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i know this is short (and not great), but it was fun to write! if you like my writing and have any spamtenna fanfic requests, ask or dm me.
Hi, if you're still taking requests then I offer post-reunion Tenna trying to help Spamton with his trouble sleeping by offering his own bed and taking the couch. Spamton still can't sleep so he curls up next to Tenna who instinctively cuddles with him. Spamton had the best sleep that day.
I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG!
i had no motivation for the longest time, but i am FINALLY done! i hope this is to your expectation, i really love this request so i wanted it to be really good. without further ado, here is some (kinda cringe) fluff:
Full Night’s Rest - SpamTenna Fic
TW: no trigger warnings for this one! just fluff!
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It was dark out. Well, at least darker than during the day in Castletown. Everyone who resided there lie asleep in their beds, eagerly awaiting yet another next day of their new lives. After the knight’s attack and the fall of TV world, most darkners there had been given no choice but to move in where the lightners had housed other recruits, the lord of screens included. Upon arrival, Tenna was met face-to-face with someone he’d thought to have lost many years ago, and after quite a battle, the two had agreed to try again, attempt to fix what’s been lost. So far, they’d been incredibly successful; coffee dates, walks through town, and late-night hangouts became a common pastime between the two. However, something strange had occurred to Tenna during Spamton’s weekly visit to his room in the castle, something that the mailman had feared being found out.
“Spammy?” Tenna asked after a long moment of silence, turning to the man next to him and watching as he perked up at the familiar nickname. The two sat on the couch together, having difficulty staying awake due to the late hour. By now, Spamton would’ve gone back to the dumpster, but he’d been silently praying to stay just a tad bit longer, anything to not to sleep in the cold once more.
“YEAH, [CATHODE]?” Spamton replied, distracting himself from the fact Tenna was most likely asking him to leave, “IS SOMETHING [[Wrong Answer]]?”
“No no, It’s just…” The TV trailed off, which only added to Spamton’s uneasiness about the conversation, “Have you been getting sleep?”
The question caught him off guard, he’d never really thought about it. Ever since becoming a puppet, his body had lost the ability to actually relax, whether it was a side affect of the magic that made him like this or his own mind having too many thoughts, he hadn’t actually slept a full night in over a decade. He could function without it, but a small part of himself wished he felt fully energized to where he didn’t have to lie to himself about it. However, he didn’t know how to answer. It’d always been a sort of need of his to dismiss anything that would inflict pity on him, that would make him look weak after all. But, Tenna was different, now, at least, they tried not to pretend to be someone else around each other, it was a promise they made when they first talked about starting over, Spamton couldn’t back out now.
“AS [[much wow]] AS I CAN,” He admitted, somehow swallowing his pride, something he’d never been able to do, “BE1NG IN A [TRASH HEAP] AND [ALL].”
“I’m sorry,” Tenna muttered, an obvious feeling of guilt washing over him despite there being no reason for such.
“[DON’T BE],” The mailman reassured, patting the taller man’s leg, “ITS NOTHING [[College Major Sign-ups]].”
Another moment of silence went by, which only added onto Spamton’s nervousness about the situation. If only he could see exactly what that cathode was thinking. After about a minute, Tenna grabbed the mailman’s hands in his, gently holding them as he looked down at his partner.
“You should sleep in my bed!” He exclaimed, smiling widely as his tail wagged. Spamton felt blood rush to his face at the sight, why was he so cute? He didn’t ignore the offer though, suddenly feeling quite flustered by the position he was in.
“ARE YOU…” Spamton questioned, “ASKING ME TO [[Sleep Tight]] WITH Y0U??”
“NO! No, I mean, not in a-… nothing that would make you uncomfortable, I just meant…” Tenna stuttered, screen turning a pretty shade of pink, “I could take the couch, and you could sleep in my bed?”
He grinned expectantly at Spamton, who in return stayed silent. A bed, once again after so long. He didn’t even remember what it was like sleeping somewhere comfortable like that, let alone Tenna’s bed. Maybe his partner’s offer was driven by that dreaded pity, or perhaps the clinginess he had, especially after losing his lover for so long. Whatever it was, the act touched Spamton, it made him feel grateful after not being able to years ago. He looked back at Tenna, mirroring his expression.
“ARE YOU [ALRIGHTY] WITH THAT?” Spamton asked, “I WOULD’NT-“
“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Tenna laughed, letting go of Spamton’s hands to stand up,“Here, I’ll get it set up, meet me when you’re ready.”
He gave the puppet a quick wink before walking away, similar to the kind they would throw at each other when they were young. Spamton sat for a moment, thinking fondly of the TV and his generosity that the mailman had fallen for. There wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do if it meant helping others, almost like one of those children’s show characters who’d never hurt a fly unless completely necessary. After about a minute, Spamton decided to walk to the bedroom, walking with the same bounce his partner had before. What could he say? The man’s happiness was contagious.
Upon entering the room, the first thing Spamton noticed was the height of the bed, perfect for someone of Tenna’s size. The mattress was neatly decorated with pillows and blankets, which had various TV TIME sayings and CRTs scattered across the cloth. Spamton rolled his eyes lightheartedly at the get-up, guess the co-host hasn’t changed. He struggled climbing up the bed frame, letting his legs dangle over the side as he waited. The mattress was soft, like the kind made for people with bad backs. Who was he kidding, of course Tenna had a bad back now. Way past his prime but still doing Physical Challenges every show, it’s gotta have some side effect. While admiring the craftsmanship, Spamton heard a clock, followed by a door he hadn’t noticed before opening.
“You’re here,” Tenna said, walking over to stand across from his partner. Spamton noticed his change of clothes, TV covered pajama pants and some band-tee for… Lighteners Live? Ignoring the strange shirt, Spamton realized his own outfit, which still looked as if it had been rolling in the dumpster (because it did). He quietly sighed at his clothing before turning to the man in front of him, finally acknowledging what Tenna had said.
“WHY [WOULD’NT] I BE?” He questioned, concern in his voice. Did Tenna really think he would leave again? Why is everything falling apart tonight?!
“Oh, nothing!” Tenna replied, swatting the air with his hand in a dismissive way, “Do you need anything before I leave you be?”
Spamton thought for a moment, but not wanting to be more of a burden, he shook his head, “[NEGATIVE], JUST A [[Kiss Goodnight]]?”
He fluttered his eyelashes teasingly, but regret sinked in immediately after. To his surprise, Tenna just snickered, his expression softening as he leaned forward to bring his face close to Spamton’s.
“Sure,” He whispered right before planting a small peck on the puppet’s cheek. The puppet in question turned red immediately, turning his head to hide his face as he nervously laughed. That was meant to be a joke, what the hell? Stuff like that still got him even after months.
“OK4Y, [[Goodnight Moon]]!” He stuttered, frantically crawling under the covers to further distract from his flustered state. He heard Tenna laugh one more time before walking out of the room, saying a quick ‘goodnight’ before shutting off the light. Spamton lay staring at the celling, body straight and arms on his sides. After about five minutes he moved to his left side, lying there once more before turning again. And again. For some strange reason, he felt uncomfortable in such a large, sod, pillow covered bed, almost like there was something missing. But he had everything he needed to sleep; comfort, warmth, a dark space, and anything he needed with just a quick walk away. It was exactly what he wanted, but (in true Spamton fashion) it wasn’t enough. Maybe it was selfishness, or yet another unexplainable puppet feature. Either way, there was only one thing he could think of doing:
He sat up, scooting to the edge of the mattress. After a quick calculation, he hoped down, the unexpected cold feeling of the floor going from his feet up to his chest. He took a hesitant step, hearing the floorboard creak under the pressure. He jumped slightly at the noise, but decided to keep going. After a small hiccup with the bedroom door, Spamton looked into the main room, observing the much more familiar territory. He wandered over to the couch, careful not to step on anything despite the cleanliness of the room. There on the sofa lie Tenna, who was turned to the side outward, screen blank as he slept.
Spamton put a hand to the screen, it was cold. He must’ve been asleep for at least an hour. The mailman observed every little part of Tenna that he could see, admiring how perfectly he’d managed to fit on such a small couch. While watching the man sleep, Spamton noticed how his arms appeared to be holding something, or pretending to hold something at that. Maybe a stuffed animal or a pillow. After a moment of thought, it was decided, Spamton carefully crawled into the space between Tenna’s arms and chest, wrapping his own arms around as much of the TV as he could. God, it felt good. It’d been so long since he’d been held like this, even if Tenna wasn’t aware. The feeling of closeness and just touch itself was wonderful, like the sun after a storm. This was what he wanted, and maybe it was selfish, but it was worth being called selfish for just a chance to be embraced again. Spamton smiled widely as he shut his eyes, instinctively nuzzling his nose into Tenna’s chest. Suddenly, he heard a click, followed by a light.
“Spammy?” Tenna muttered, seemingly fully awake, “Are you okay?”
Spamton stayed silent for a moment, gently clinging onto his partner’s shirt as he tensed up. What if he wasn’t okay with this?
“[APOLOGIES],” He whispered, squinting as he looked up at the screen above him, “I JUST-“
“Can’t sleep?” Tenna quietly replied, smiling at the ashamed nod he got in return, “Me neither.”
“CAN I [STAY] HERE?” Spamton asked, laying his head back on Tenna’s chest, “UR [ON FIRE], IT’S NICE.”
“Of course, I’d love that.”
“…THANKS…”
He felt the arms around him grow tighter, much to his appreciation. The two held one another the entire night, not moving once and even sleeping in late. Maybe they’ll make that a new routine, after all, Spamton could do with more rest like that, especially when ur comes with the closeness between partners. Just like before.
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TW: cigarettes, blood, cursing, fighting, angst
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Loud, over-the-top music echoed through Castle Town that night, the happy rhythm making the majority feel united and happy as they danced or sang along. Almost every darkner crowded into the cafe, celebrating their newly recruited friends with drinks and parties. Although everyone surrounded him was either engrossed in conversation or drunkenly dancing, Mr. Tenna sat in a corner alone, back turned to the crowd as he fidgeted with the rim of glass.
He didn’t understand, under any other circumstances he would’ve been the life of the party, he was just like that back when… never mind that, his mind was too bothered by the feeling of his downfall that loomed over him to think about that rat. That day with the knight was petrifying, he felt as if it was all happening again; the agony if not being able to protect his friends from an enemy he caused to attack, especially after seeing the horrified look in Kris’ eye, a look Tenna hadn’t seen since Toriel and Asgore were still married. He winced at the memory, reaching down into his pant pocket and pulling out a box of cigarettes.
He knew it was a horrible habit, one that he picked up from someone equally as horrible, however, he needed something to calm his nerves, more than anything right now. He stood up and walked out of the cafe, shrinking slightly as not to be noticed by anyone. God knows what they would’ve done seeing someone so famous in such an embarrassing state. Tenna stepped over to the side of the building, sighing in relief that no one was there, just a dirty dumpster and a few flies. He put a cigarette in between his lips as he pulled out a lighter, putting a hand around the exposed flame so the cold air didn’t extinguish it.
His body relaxed as the smell of smoke filled the air around him, a familiar, warm feeling. He put the lighter back in his pocket and leaned on the brick wall, feeling his eyes(?) drooping slightly. These past few days has been rough, so bad that Tenna could barely sleep. It seemed like every corner of this place was a constant reminder of some dumbass mistake he made, one that ruined his or someone else’s life. Not to mention the nightmares that seemed so real, that the little sleep he had would be excruciating.
Tenna furrowed his brows slightly as took the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke into the atmosphere and watching as it traveled up. He sighed again, this time in disappointment. He thought smoking would at least distract him, but all it did was become yet another saddening activity. Just as he was about to get up and walk back to the castle, something moved in the dumpster.
Tenna froze. What was that? An animal? A stalker? Maybe a kid? What if someone saw him in such a depressing sate? He was meant to be Mr. Ant Tenna, the TV show host that was never glooby, not some sulking old man. He slowly and steadily turned his body to face the noise, swallowing as he did so. He mustered up some courage and took a step forward.
“Hello?- WOAH!”
Just then, something jumped out from the dumpster, so sudden that Tenna jumped. The creature then scurried up to the TV, laughing maniacally as the two stood only a foot apart from each other.
“YOU STILL [Smoking hot ladies], T- TE- T- [CATHODE]?” The creature jabbered, smiling erratically.
“What the heck is that!?” Tenna screamed, jumping back. His first thought was some kind of rabies-filled animal, until it spoke. Although its speech was so unnatural, as if ads were being played in the middle of normal sentences.
“YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE [your ‘ol pal]?” The creature asked, still equally as insane, but seemingly genuine, “THE [[Number 1 Rated Salesman 1997]]?”
1997? What did that have to do with anything? The only significant event of 1997 was… wait.
“Spamton…?” Tenna muttered, stunned by his discovery. “Is it… really you?”
Spamton’s wide grin softened, almost like he was trying to stop smiling but some force couldn’t let him. Tenna got a good look at the smaller man, and immediately tensed up. What the hell happened to him? Was it the phone..? No, Spamton did this to himself. He left him, he left him! That was something Tenna would never forget. He left. After all they’d been through together. Tenna felt tears prick at his eyes, remembering every moment with his old business partner. It’d been so long. He could only think of one thing to say,
“Why did you leave me…?”
His screen turned blank, the tears streaming down his cheeks. Spamton turned away, as if he was disgusted by such a simple question. An anger from the ugliest place began bubbling up inside Tenna, an emotional he hadn’t felt so strongly in so long. That bastard, he thought, I could kill him. He looked down at the much smaller man and felt his body tense up.
“Why did you leave me?!” He shouted, demanding an answer, stomping forward.
Spamton sharply turned his head back towards Tenna, a terrified expression on his face. Still no response.
“Answer me, damnit!-“
“LEAVE YOU?!?!” Spamton barked, “IS THAT [[All you got]]?!”
“What more is there, Spamton?” Tenna cried, voice slightly cracking, “You left me during one of the lowest points in my life; right when I was at my most vulnerable, right when we were going to be partners, actual partners, Spamton!”
Tenna’s screen turned back on, shining through his tears that were now out of control.
“YOU THINK YOU HAD IT BAD?” Spamton boasted, “I WAS [@#*%&]ED OVER! MANIPULATED! [[THROWN OUT]]! I BECAME A [No strings attached] PUPPET AND YOUR BIGGEST [unfixable problem] IS THAT I LEFT!?”
“Whatever happened to you, surely you did to yourself, greedy bastard.”
“OHH [[shiver me timbers]], YOU CAN SAY [#%$*&] NOW!”
Tenna, in a fit of rage, lunged towards Spamton, lifting him by the shirt collar and choking him slightly.
“You little rat.” Tenna snarled, grinding his teeth, “You think you can just show up again after everything you’ve put me through? You think you have the right to treat me like I’m nothing? Well think again, big shot! I see right through your sob story, you self-centered asshole.”
The hands grew tighter around Spamton’s neck, the poor puppet gasping for air. Tenna watched with a sick, twisted relish. It was so unlike him to take such pleasure in someone else’s suffering. It felt so wrong, but some strange force couldn’t pull him away. His thought was broken by a sharp pain on his chin, sending him back. Spamton had managed to kick Tenna square in the face, using his opponent’s stunned state to grab his antennas.
“[[Two can play that way]]!” Spamton exclaimed as he tugged with all his strength, satisfied by the cry that followed.
Tenna, without much thought, charged his claws at Spamton, digging the sharp nails into his skin. As if he wasn’t pleased enough, he threw his hands towards the wall, launching his victim. A loud thud hit the brick, and then the ground. Everything went silent. Blood began seeping from the body’s wounds, forming a thick puddle around it. Tenna’s eyes widened as he realized what he had done. He ran over to Spamton, putting the lifeless body in his lap as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding. Tears poured from his eyes once again, this time for someone he’d swore to hate.
“I didn’t mean to…” He sobbed, holding the head close to his chest, “In a million years, I would never-“ His voice was cut off by his own cries.
He stood up, carrying the body with him as he ran to the castle. Someone had to be there, someone had to help. Please, he thought, please anyone. He took a sharp turn to Ralsei’s room, feeling Spamton slightly wake from the turbulence.
“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.” Tenna reassuringly whispered, watching as his tears fell onto the injured man. Spamton felt an uneasiness wash over him, everything went blurry. And then dark.
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Spamton saw a light first, it seemed way too bright compared to the darkness that had surrounded him earlier. As his eyes opened more, he could easily make out the details of the celling, which seemed to have dimmed the brightness. He turned his head slowly to the right, noticing a figure sitting next to him. He couldn’t make out who it was, partly due the blurriness but also because of how slow his mind was working, much slower than usual. He sighed and closed his eyes, giving up on trying to identify the person.
“You’re awake.” A familiar voice said, almost emotionless.
He opened his eyes again, realizing who was there.
“How are you feeling?” Tenna asked, more kindness in his voice.
Spamton sat up, a sharp pain shot through his body as he did so. He leaned on the headboard of the medical bed, relaxing slightly.
“[[Just dandy]].” He responded, closing his eyes again, “WHAT HAPPENED?”
“I’m sorry,” Tenna mumbled, a slight whimper in his voice, “I…” He trailed off.
Spamton looked back over at Tenna, this time getting a good look at him. He sat there, trembling slightly, not daring to make eye contact.
“I bruised your neck,” He admitted, fidgeting with his hands, “Broke your ribs, bust open your head, and cut open your sides.”
Spamton recalled the moment, seeing Tenna so angry, so hateful. He’s never been like that, even when everything is against him. The worst part, he had every right to.
“IT’S [[Water under the bridge]].” Spamton said quietly, unaware if he was being truthful or not.
The two sat in silence for a moment, a comfortable silence, but also an anxious silence. To Spamton’s surprise, Tenna broke it,
“What happened?” He asked, though it was more of a demand, “You looked so terrified when you answered the phone, and you ran out without a word. I picked up the phone, but there was no one there. I thought you hated me, and that was your excuse to finally leave.”
He didn’t expect a real response, but he knew Spamton had to say something, maybe give him some idea of the truth. Another long silence followed the question, this time more anxiety filled than the last.
“I CAN’T TELL YOU EVERYTHING,” Spamton admitted, meeting eyes with the TV, “HELL, I DON’T EVEN KNOW EVERYTHING MYSELF.”
The two smiled softly, waiting for the story to continue.
“I WAS BURNED, I THINK, IN ACID.” Spamton continued, remembering everything one at a time, “I WAS FIRED FROM CYBER CITY, THEY ERASED ME FROM EVERYTHING. I BECAME THIS PUPPET-THING, AND I LIVED IN A DUMPSTER FOR A WHILE.”
He snickered in an attempt to lighten the mood, but failed after seeing the mortified look on Tenna’s face.
“They did that to you?” He asked, concerned, “Is that why you never came back?”
Spamton nodded, feeling himself getting choked up a little.
“I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T WANT TO SEE ME AGAIN,” He mumbled, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He missed that damn boob-tube, more than he missed being on top of the dark world.
“Oh, Spammy.” Tenna sighed, gently cupping his hand on Spamton’s cheek, “There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to see you again.”
“UGH, YOUR’E SO SAPPY.” Spamton joked, rolling his eyes.
“Aw, you missed me?”
“YEAH YEAH, WHATEVER, TENS.”
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