(Polyship) Tenna, Spamton, and reader tickle fic.
Author's notes: Yes, I am still on my polyship bullshit. What of it. For these, I wanted to try a different direction: The big shot and TV era! Just wanted to explore how things might change in that past era.
More silly moments from everyone's favorite polycule, set in the shiningly bright past of your favorite stars.
------ "You're on in five, Tenna. You should finish getting ready."
"That's more than enough time." He makes no move to get up. Instead, the host stays put, leaving you in his lap as he rubs a thumb gently into your lower back.
You made a move to get up, "It's really not-"
"Good luck with that, [Angel]," Spamton calls from over his shoulder. Unlike the main host, he was putting in some effort to prepare himself for the stage, putting his hair in order and checking himself over in the mirror. "He's gonna wait until [Last minute christmas shopping], calling it now."
"You reek of jealousy, Spammy~" The TV sang while pulling you closer.
"Yeah? Only one of us is gonna look [underprepared for battle] when we [enter stage left]. It ain't gonna be [me, myself, and I!], big guy! I'm looking like a [big shot]!" Spamton flicks his comb for added flair, "Where's your [two piece suit jacket combo], anyway?"
Tenna buried his face in the crook of your neck, giving off a noise of displeasure. He knows he'll have to get up; and he always ends up battling this exact demon every day, no matter who was in his lap, and it was constantly a losing battle.
Spamton leaned against the arm of the couch. "We're on in [three-]"
"I knowwwww-" He groans into your neck, hugging you right up against his chest.
You couldn't help but squirm a bit. Between the vibrations of him talking, and the static on his screen, Tenna's nestled position against your neck really kind of tickled.
You let out a short giggle, pressing a kiss to the corner of his screen and watching his antenna perk up with a giggle of his own.
You would come to realize how bad (good?) of an idea this was, as the TV cradled one side of your face, rapid-fire kissing against the side closer to him. With his other arm still wrapped around you, you were firmly trapped and forced to endure the playful attack. You squirmed and pushed against him with a quiet laugh, still feeling the static buzzing each time his face drew near.
"Ohohokay, cut it ouhuhuhut-!" You successfully paused his attack, viewing his silly-looking grin by holding the sides of his face. He purred and leaned into the touch.
"Alright, [lovebird releasing ceremony], come on..." Spamton reached over to rub your shoulder, "You can get back to it [remind me later]. No need for [public displays of affection] [before the show]."
"Just because yoooooooou're reserved about affection doesn't mean WE have to be!" Tenna booped the mailman's nose, who blinked in confusion, "They're having fun! They were just laughing!"
The last of the giggling faded out of your voice slowly as you settled back against the couch cushion, "Because your static tickled, honey."
You could have sworn you heard the sound of shattering glass as soon as the words left your mouth.
"It DID?" Tenna seems far too delighted with this information.
Spamton sighs wearily. Tenna's inadvertantly learned a new trick, and both of you were gonna be feeling it soon. "Rookie mistake."
His comment went unnoticed to you as Tenna hugs you close, shoving his screen back against your neck, static buzz making you bust out into another wave of giggles. You let out a short bark of laughter when his hands came up to squeeze at your sides, ineffectually pushing at him. The distance only served to let one of his hands sneak in and skitter against your stomach.
"Sooooo cute! I'm testing this more later! On both of youuuuuu~!"
"WE ARE [online] IN ONE," Spamton whirls around to quit facing Tenna, eager to change the subject. Poor big shot... you could see his blush from here.
Tenna lets you out of his lap at last, standing up and adjusting his tie. His suit jacket is put on in one fluid motion following, giving himself finger guns of approval in the mirror. While this happened, Spamton leaned back against the arm of the couch to whisper to you as you recovered from your laughter.
"Why'd he have to learn a [new skateboarding tricks] today, huh? We're never gonna catch a [break the targets!] at this rate."
"He's having fun," you shrugged, "not like we can't get him back. Now get out there, your audience awaits."
You gave his stomach a quick squeeze, smiling at the short honk it earned you. Holy fuck, you love these dorks.
------
You were immersed in a new book when you felt it being taken, shut and tossed aside, and your space was newly occupied by a certain salesman, who was far too happy to worm his way in.
You didn't flinch, watching your book sail across the room. You already knew this song and dance. "Hello to you too, Spammy."
He settled himself in, deciding on straddling your hips with a smug grin, hands on your shoulders. "Heya, doll. This [space for rent] looked empty, hope you don't [mind the gap!] me parkin' it here."
"You could have asked. Instead of throwing my book away." You put one hand on his thigh, the other propping your head up.
You watch him shrug in a nonchalant, almost infuriating way, flashing his usual award-winning smile. One hand moved over to cup your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze as he scooted closer.
"Gonna [do something!] about it?"
It was cute how he thought he was in control here. You knew what he wanted, and you were more than capable of making him work for it.
And squirm, he did. His confident gaze faltered slightly when you didn't give him a response. You rubbed your thumb on his thigh, giving a quiet hum. This strategy worked predictably to work him up, but he wasn't off the hook just yet.
"Maybe I could," You moved your hand up to rest on his side, watching him jump slightly, "Or I could ignore it. I'm more patient than you." You barely suppressed a grin when you saw his eyebrow twitch in irritation. "It's hard to tell what you want when you refuse to say it. Care to give me a hint?"
You give him the same irritating shrug he gave you. You absolutely loved the building frustration on his face. You rubbed your thumb over his side, watching some of the bite get taken out of his otherwise fierce expression and his mouth twitching.
He's so easy.
"What do you mean you [error 404: not found]!? It's obvious!"
Ooh, now he was cranky. You put your other hand on his other side, watching him shudder as your thumbs rested on the edge of his stomach. "Is it, though?"
"I-It is!" His face flushed, and he grabs the collar of your shirt in both hands. You felt him jolt slightly when your hands slipped under his loose shirt, grip on your collar loosening with another shudder when he felt your hands resting against his sides once again, thumbs rubbing upwards to his lower ribs.
He gave a quiet whine, lowering his head against your chest to hide a wobbly smile and increased shuddering. You swore you could feel his chest shaking with anticipatory giggling, and you grinned. You did love seeing him on the ropes like this, but you couldn't keep it up forever. He was, unfortunately, too cute to deny for long.
"You're cute when you're needy. You really do a 180 from your usual annoying and cocky self." You kissed the top of his head, one hand tilting his chin back up to look at you. His cheeks were almost as red as his signature suit. Cute...
"You fell in love with this [grade-A asshole], sweetheart! So [it really works!] on you!" He huffed.
You let out a short, dry laugh. "Never said it didn't. I already know you aren't gonna say what you're really after here, so... shall I?"
Just when you thought he couldn't flush any darker, the short salesman surprised you. He gave a small nod, looking anywhere else. He didn't always readily hand over the reins like this, so you had to take advantage while you could.
You grinned at the squeak you earned when you grabbed his hips, manhandling him and shifting your position to pin him to the couch while hovering over him. The usually-confident addison looked up at you with wide eyes and a wobbly smile, squirming as your hands slid back under his shirt.
You gave his sides a gentle squeeze, skittering over his stomach. His body jolted before falling into a giggle fit that made your heart skip a beat. Watching his hands come up to cover his face as he attempted to curl up only made you let out an audible 'aww'.
"How are you so cute?" You ran your thumbs over his ribs, watching him flush darker.
"I ahahaham not cuhuhuhute-!" His hands were still trying to cover his face as he giggles himself silly. "I'hihihihm a [Big shot!]-!"
You couldn't help but lean down and pepper the few exposed spots with kisses. He yelped before giggling harder, one hand still trying to cover his face while the other tried to push you away. You just couldn't have that! You dug your index fingers into the skin under his arms, enjoying the short screech it earned you as his arms shot down and left his face wide open for kisses.
He giggled harder, just on the edge of a loud laugh, trying to squirm away from the butterfly kisses. "Nohohohot thehehehere-! Eeheheheek-!" Spamton let out a squeaky laugh every time a kiss landed around his neck or ears, attempting to curl up and defend himself.
"You're struggling to beat the cutie accusation, you know." You planted more kisses along his jaw, his head trying to come down to cut off your access. If you had a tail, it would have been going a mile a minute at the state of your cocky salesman.
One of your hands slipped down and pushed his shirt up, unnoticed to him due to being lost in his giggling. "Ihihihi'm nohohot cute! Thahahat [car title] belongs to sohohohomeone else!"
"You think so?" Your hands went to his stomach, making him jolt and giggle, his hands shooting down to yours before anything happened. "Because I think you've borrowed the title for the time being."
Spamton flushes again, looking anywhere other than you as his hands still wrapped around your wrists. "...I [preference updated] the term handsome."
"Fine, fine," You shrugged, "You look stunningly handsome when you giggle yourself silly. Is that better?"
"N-No-!" He squawks, "Leave off that [last call] bit-" He collapses into a shriek when you squeeze at his stomach, leg bouncing as he tried to resist the urge to start kicking.
His hands were holding on to your wrists, but he wasn't pushing you off. He was content to laugh himself silly, just as you'd mentioned. You couldn't help the soft smile on your face... or the absolutely devilish idea that just popped in your head.
His stomach was already exposed, and you still had some silly energy to get out, so why not?
Your hands shifted to running up and down his sides as your head came down, planting those same butterfly kisses from before on his stomach.
The reaction was immediate.
The big shot let out the loudest, highest-pitched screech you've heard out of him yet, body jolting and thrashing so hard that your hands had to switch to clamping his sides to keep him from rolling away. He was babbling some kind of plea for mercy while pushing at your head. Oh, you were absolutely gonna keep this in mind next time he needed to go down a peg.
"Wuh-oh, someone's in trouble!" You looked over to see Tenna watching in amusement. How long had he been there? "I thought someone was dying out here!"
Spamton slowly calmed down as the attack stopped, going limp and panting out some residual giggles. Tenna let out an amused laugh.
"Well! Can't say he wasn't asking for it! I heard him annoying you all the way from back in my office!"
"And you didn't even try to help." You shook your head in mock disapproval.
"I think you did fine all by yourself! Just look at him, melted into a cute little puddle!" Tenna put a little too much emphasis on 'cute', feeling absolutely intentional as you heard Spamton let out a quiet groan. "It woulda been overkill if I hopped in! I can't kill him like that, he's my co-host!"
You pulled Spamton's shirt back down, placing a normal kiss to his forehead. He gives you one of his casual, confident grins as he sits up. "As if you two could have [killed] me before I [got your back]."
A beat of silence falls over the living room as you and Tenna exchange a silent glance.
The silence was rapidly replaced with the sound of the big shot's laughter once again. Needless to say, Spamton lost this round. Badly.
------
It was that time of the week again: evaluating the show reviews.
Usually, it went fine! Reviews and viewership have been higher than ever since adding a co-host and other stars to the cast, but this time, uh...
"Viewership is DOWN! What are we doing WRONG!? Aren't we fun enough!?" The sound of Tenna's fit could be heard in most of the studio, and it sent almost every employee scattering.
"Tenna, Asriel and Kris went back to school for the year," You were attempting to placate him, "They've got afterschool activities, and they've been meeting up with the Holidays in the evenings to make things easier on all of the parents-"
You paused to let him hiss at a passing Zapper, who scrambled away from his fangs and claws.
"-Asgore's work has gotten busier, and Toriel has papers to grade. They've been busier, yes, but they still love you! They just don't have as much time-"
The main star tugs at his antenna, wailing. "We're DONE. TV time is DONE, everyone GO HOME, we've FAILED. Watchtime is NEXT TO NOTHING! What are we going to DO!?"
"He's not [you're listening to the radio!] you, darlin'." Spamton sat back at the minibar, pouring himself some scotch. "Just gotta let him [cooldown initiated] by himself."
You hated to stand by and let one of your partners work himself up like this, but Spamton was, unfortunately, correct- Tenna needed to come down on his own terms, or he would just spiral in a different direction. You both could talk him through it, but not when he was this high-strung. He had to calm down a little first.
It didn't take long for his rampage to settle into a quiet boiling rather than the previous explosion. He shrunk by a considerable bit, letting out a pathetic whimper, antenna still clutched tightly in his fists. You approached first.
"...Hey."
No response. You reached out slowly, your hands gently landing on one of his fists. Your fingers pressed, slowly unfolding his fist and freeing his now-wobbly antenna. His grip shifted and softened, holding your hand in his. Spamton did the same with his other hand, both antenna now weakly raised above his head.
"Hey, [big man on campus], how are you feeling?" The big shot's tone was soft- it was a tone that very few others ever had the pleasure of hearing.
"Ohhhhh, I just... I... urf..." Tenna shrunk by a few more inches, "I just don't want them to forget me."
"They won't. This lull in activity happens sometimes, but they always come back." You held his hand with both of yours, planting a kiss on the back of it.
"Yeah, and the [home for the holidays] will be comin' up! That's always a busy time, everyone [gathered around the table] watching movies and stuff! They'll be back, just you wait." Spamton gives him a wink.
Tenna remained quiet, but you could tell that he appreciated the comfort. He would be embarrassed later, but for now, he held hands with both of you like his life depended on it. Maybe it did.
You leaned in and rested your forehead against Tenna's, just barely registering another quiet whimper... or at least, that's what you thought it was, until he squirmed backwards.
Tenna's face now bore a wobbly smile, one arm clearly trying to retract back. Looking over, you saw that Spamton's fingers were scratching at Tenna's palm. The TV let out quiet, almost inaudible huffs of laughter. "S-Spam-!"
"What? We're just [holding hands], trying to cheer up our [sweet most darling] partner. Is something not [satisfaction guaranteed!]?"
"Th-That's nohohot the issue ahahahand you know ihihit-!" Tenna giggled. You couldn't help but grin at the sound, which only flustered him more.
"You probably needed to be redirected from your spiralling, anyway." You laced your fingers with his, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek and cupping his face with your free hand. His antenna shoot straight up with a tiny yelp as you give him another kiss on the screen. This much attention so suddenly...!
...But on the other hand...
"Spahahaham-! Knock it ohohohohoff-!" Tenna's giggling had ramped up as the salesman approached, fingers laced within his, and started scratching at his ribs. With the realization that both of his hands would be useless in defending himself, he scrunches his shoulders in one last-ditch attempt.
He didn't want to scoot back, because it meant that he wouldn't be getting a kiss anymore, but Spamton scratching around his ribs, sneaking his hand upwards, has him almost reconsidering.
It's when you suddenly betray him, hand squeezing at his stomach while kissing his cheek that he throws back his head for a louder laugh.
"B-BOTH OF YOUHUHUHUH-! WHYHYHYHY-!?" He yelps out when Spamton's hand scratches under his arm.
You exchange a quick glance with the big shot, a mischievous grin spreading across both of your faces as you give the answer in tandem:
"We love TV."
You both let out a short 'aww' when the flower makes a sudden appearance, Tenna yelping and screen flushing pink.
"We do! We love our TV!" Your hand scratches at his side and earns a yelp, "We love giving him attention, we love how cute and handsome he is!"
Spamton grins wickedly, "We [love it!] the noises he makes when we [tickles the fancy]!" He gives him a devastating raspberry to the neck, watching him finally crumple to his knees with his screen glowing a vibrant dark pink, squealing out a sound akin to microphone feedback.
"We know the audience loves him, too. Who wouldn't like someone so charming and fun?" You poked at his side, "That's why we fell for him. Right, Spammy?"
"The only time I am [agree2all] in public, big guy." The salesman lets out a short chuckle, "We [love you!], so don't you worry about anything, [ok]?"
For your final coordinated attack, you both kissed him on the screen. He gave out one small squeak-
And proceeded to colorbar.
"TENNA-!?" You gripped the sides of his head in horror.
Spamton threw himself back with a laugh, having to support himself on a nearby table. "Holy [cungadero]! We must've gotten the [high score] and broke him!"
You firmly and quickly patted the plastic casing on the side of his head. You've never seen him do this before, what happened-!?
His screen came back to life with a small gasp. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Sorry, Tenna. Didn't mean to-"
"Oh, that? It happens! Just overheated. Don't worry about that!" He twirled his tie around his finger as he stood up, looking innocent. Then his screen went dark, a bright smile the only thing cutting through.
"Worry about my revenge instead, darlings."
A shudder ran down your spine. Hey, did someone turn the A/C down...? Nope. That's just the promise of retribution later. Maybe he'll go after Spamton first...
