★Morgan★

I'm currently writing for:

★ Mr. Ant Tenna , Battat and Rouxls Kaard from Deltarune

★ ENA from ENA Dream BBQ

★ Jax from The Amazing Digital Circus

★ Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel

REGARDING REQUESTS: Please specify whether you'd like a fic or headcanons! If you don't, I'll pick based on what I think fits the most or depending on how much free time I have on my hands.

FANFICTIONS

★ They could range from 1k to 2k in length, I would say. I've written longer things for sure, but for requests I usually stick to that lenght.

★ Specify: prompt, canon character involved (1 max), reader's gender and/or pronouns. If you don't specify these I'll go with a genderneutral reader using they/them pronouns.

HEADCANONS

★ I will typically write around 1k worth of headcanons or a little less.

★ Specify: prompt, canon character/s involved, reader's gender and/or pronouns. Same as before if you don't specify.

MATCHUPS

INFO NEEDED:

Basics (Name, height, etc.)

Personality

Style

Likes

Hobbies

Dislikes

Any other infos (fun facts, quirks, etc.)

Currently you can get matched with: Tenna, Spamton, Jevil, Swatch, Queen, Rouxls Kaard, Lenino, Elnina, the Addisons and Tasque Manager.

WHAT I WILL WRITE: Any genre except the ones below, x Reader fics, Reader of any gender, sexuality, etc., I will write suggestive themes when I feel like it and might just accept a couple requests from non-anon blogs.

WHAT I WON'T WRITE: adult x minor relationships and generally themes that are considered 'Dead Dove', minor Reader, hardcore NSFW, Yandere, Hurt no Comfort.

Please respect my rules and happy reading/requesting !! ;D

As you await her arrival in the most private spot of the Green Room you could find, you imagine how disastrously OR disastrously well this could all go; she could straight up reject you, but it's true that you've basically become her confidant and one of her only close friends, so why not think positively? But then again, she could just not be interested in a relationship altogether, which would make you guilty of possibly ruining your friendship…

…How wonderful would it be though, if she reciprocated your feelings?

Lost in thought as you are, it's only natural that you get startled when someone unceremoniously throws themselves on the seat next to yours, head already in hands and a desperate sigh escaping their lips.

Battat.

She must've seen or heard you tense up, judging by the look she gives you;

"Uurgh, rough day…sorry, I guess." She mumbles the last part, prideful as ever, "For scaring you."

"Nah, don't worry about it - I was just thinking about…something," you trail off, but quickly realize what she said and feel rude for not even asking to elaborate, "Whatever happened to you, though? You look exhausted."

Battat inhales.

"…My apartment?" you suggest, having planned to move there anyway later in the hangout.

She doesn't think twice before accepting the offer.

"…and oh my…UGH! Don't even get me started on the way he doesn't care about anyone's feelings…EVER! It's like, I walk into a room, and he doesn't even care that it's a living being walking into the room, you know? 'Do this!' or 'Do that!' or even 'I feel like this, so you should feel like that too because of ME!'…It's tiring! So very tiring, I'm tired, tired, tired!! And do you even know about Mike?!"

Battat takes the deepest breath you've ever witnessed her take, a crazed expression on her freckled face.

You awkwardly hold the cup of juice you've poured yourself a while ago to your lips, and shake your head as an answer, to which she drags her claws down her cheeks.

"Well in short, as context…Mike is this mysterious figure who-"

If anyone were to ask right now, you'd certainly answer that this is not the way you were planning your confession to go. Listening to her desperate rant, you sit across from Battat on the small couch situated in your living room, most of the snacks and drinks you've brought in and placed on the coffee table going completely untouched as she's too concentrated on pouring her own frustrated feelings out.

Despite all this, you listen to her; you listen to her explanation on who Mike is supposed to be, listen to the way she laments on how she wishes she could do more as an employee for Tenna, and to how she explains that she has been barely sleeping since the last time you saw each other because she was just so busy and agitated over work and figuring out who or where Mike could even be.

Between one explanation and the other, you can't help but wish you could somehow make her feel better, less stressed.

You selfilshly wonder if she wishes for you to be more than just a friend in these situations, but someone who could hold and comfort her, too.

Drained as she looks, you figure that her rant must be coming to an end anyway, so you make the slightly bold move of interrupting her and grabbing a snack and drink to then hand to her, prioritizing her comfort;

"…Huh."

"Eat and drink up, Batts. You haven't touched anything, even after working all day,"

She raises a brow at you, and looks down at the food.

"I wasn't even half done talking, you know?"

Ouch, you think…but then again, you haven't had one single chance to speak either. You don't hold anything against her however, and actually just giggle at her comment.

"Well, let's just take a break then…? I work at the studio too, all that noise paired up with your thoughts must be tiring as all Hell. It's way more quiet here."

Despite her lack of manners, she does end up taking a few bites and sips of what you've handed her. She leans against the backrest properly too, and sighs in what seems to be a more relaxed way than earlier. Quiet fills the room, and it's not entirely comfortable, but not extremely awkward either. Your feelings linger in the air, but you're mostly just glad you're actually getting her to destress.

"Y'know," she starts, dragging you out of your thoughts, "Err. It's nice. This, I mean."

"Elaborate?"

"Ugh." She's a bit unwillingly funny, you've come to realize, "Just having someone to…talk to? Who doesn't interrupt…or judge. I mean, you probably don't even know what I'm talking about most of the time. But. Like. You listen and it's nice and sometimes you ask me to elaborate which is annoying-"

"Sorry for caring about what you say!" You retort humorously.

"-but I guess I'm fine with it…with you caring. Eugh." She looks the other way, but you catch her rolling her eyes probably at herself.

"'Eugh' what? I appreciate you saying all that, really!" You decide to be sincere, if anything to make her feel less embarassed, "It's…kinda what I hope for after all. Whenever I invite you over or…even when we just hang out, and…"

There's a short pause in which you ponder what you should say. Battat looks at you out of the corner of her eye, then slowly turns back to you fully.

"You're being weird now."

She doesn't sound mad, just a little confused. You really hope you're not blushing like crazy now, despite how warm your cheeks feel at what you're about to confess.

"Just wait until I tell you why I feel that way…!"

…

"Should I make a corkboard out of this too, or…?" the slight tilt of her head is cute, to say the least. So is the slight shake in her voice, as she probably comes to the realization of how you feel.

You're the one taking a deep breath now, before speaking;

"…I like you, Battat. I- I don't really know how else to say this, but I do. And maybe I feel a little worried when you disappear for days or weeks before we get to talk again- but I'm also glad you felt comfortable enough to rant to me this time, and also! It's okay if you don't feel the same way, I just- after what you said, I at least felt better about the part where you disappear, because-" You glance at her before continuing, worried that you might be going on for too long, but you're met with the face of…surprise? Amazement, even? "Woah, are you okay?"

"YES." She clears her throat and finally blinks for what must be the first time since you started rambling, "Yes I'm okay. I just have no idea how to feel. I…"

Feeling extremely worried of having messed up your relationship, you're not sure if you should reach out for her too or not. You decide not to, realizing she would probably prefer to have her own space. You notice her biting the inside of her cheek before gathering her next words,

"I think I feel the same way, so…don't worry, it's just weird, I've had one terrible day after the other so having something nice happen to me is- whatever, this is not just about me- uuuuurgh can you tell I'm bad at this?!"

Some of the weight on your chest lifts, and you smile at her flustered expression. Battat fidgets with her hands, a harmless action per se, however you finally reach out to hold one of them when you notice her claws are too sharp to constantly pick at her skin like that.

"I'm sweating, that's probably gross." she warns, not yet squeezing back, but not removing it from yours either. She really is odd in an endearing way.

"Don't be silly, I don't really mind."

"Ah, seriously…?" you mutter, covering your head with your hands as much as you can and quickening your steps to reach the castle in record time. On your way there, you take notice of how little Darkners are around, a telltale sign that this must've been going on for a while.

Opening and then slamming the door shut in a hurry, you take a moment to regain some composure; thank the Heavens for Ralsei, who took care of making you your own room already, where you can easily get a change of clothes…now that you can think more clearly, you suppose that your partner must be waiting for you in there, as he usually does.

Walking past everyone else's room and finally reaching yours, your suspicions are proven right once you throw its door open as well and your gaze falls on the figure comfortably laid on your bed.

Rouxls puts aside whatever book he chose to read to pass the time and pushes himself up into a sitting position; his brows furrow as he takes in your appearance:

"Oh- Oh! Mine darlinge, whatever happened on thine way hereth?!" he hurriedly gets up and goes for your wardrobe, rambling about how you immediately need a change of clothes and how he hadn't even noticed the weather getting that bad, but you snort and gently stop him before he can rummage through your things and make a mess.

"Rouxls! Don't worry, it's just rain water. And I prefer picking my own clothes, thank you very much!" you say this humorously, but he still puts his hands up in defense.

"Mine apologiese! But - thou should knowest I merely mean to maketh matters smoothe for thou, especially-eth for it's been quite a longe time," he's sort of fiddling with his hands now, probably not sure about what to do while you're quickly sorting through your outfit choices.

Picking out the most comfortable option you can find, your search is finally over, and you turn back to him with a smile. As tall as he is, you need to stand on your tiptoes to place a couple kisses on one of his cheeks as you hold the other in your free hand; he scrunches up where his nose should be, and grins into the affection.

"No worries, I know. I'll get changed and then we can decide what to do instead of going out, since it's…not looking like it wants to stop anytime soon-"

As if on cue, a flash of light interrupts your speech, followed by a worryingly loud rumble which makes both you and Rouxls slightly jump.

"Mine Angel! It seemseth Not. Best we stayeth inside all things considereth. Go on! Do switche thine attire, I shan't be looking!!"

His silliness makes you chuckle, and you do take him sitting back on your bed and looking the other way as an opportunity to dry off a little and change.

Once you're wearing dry clothes and you've fixed your hair as best as you possibly can with just your hands, you take a seat next to Rouxls, who's redirected his attention to the imagery of the rain pouring outside your window. It's quite harsh rattling and the fact you can barely make out the view you're used to seeing suggest that you won't be able to leave the castle yet again.

"So." he begins, a long sigh escaping his lips, "I assumest…with utmoste anguish…our rendezvous shall be-eth delayed. UNLESS thou wisheth to engageth in some sorte of amusemente en masse! Whilst thou converseth on thine whereabouts, mayhapse?" despite the silly wording he still manages to come off as sweet.

For the time being, you decide you simply want to lie down and rest after the eventful week you've had back in your world, so you shrug and slump onto the mattress, bringing him down with you. Rouxls looks surprised at first, but quickly adjusts and soon enough you're fitting together like puzzle pieces.

"Maybe we can do something later…I've been running around for days, I couldn't wait to just be here with you instead of there with my boss or…or the grocery store employees, or whoever I was supposed to see!"

He seems amused by your attitude, but the way he subtly squeezes you closer to himself easily conveys his will to finally make you feel comfortable.

"Feare not, thou darlinge hero, for thine moment of leisureth has ultimately cometh! …withe Moi." You share a laugh at his words, "Do go aheadst with thine 'rant', as thou call it, if you wisheth."

You take his suggestion, burying a hand in his soft, silky hair while you're at it, and recount the past week's events; how you almost got fired over something that wasn't your fault - which Rouxls seems to be very displeased by -, how you had to do your groceries twice because the first time they didn't have most of what you needed anymore - Rouxls announces that, had he been there with you, he would've "showedst them" -, and the seemingly never ending amount of favors you've had to take upon yourself for close friends and family.

There’s good and bad things about dating one of your coworkers for sure: everyone will tell you about the bad aspects first, of course, like how if you ever broke up you’d still have to deal with their now annoying ass every day, no matter what, even if you’d rather never see their face ever again. 

Or like how seeing each other too often could become a problem, especially when one of you needs space and the job won’t allow you to have that.

People taking one or the other’s side in case of arguments or misunderstandings, workplace etiquette being disrupted, getting frustrated at each other over small things that happen on the job…the list could go on.

However, be it because of your loving nature or the amount of time you and said coworker actually spend apart from each other, even while on the job, you’ve never encountered major issues in your relationship with Battat.

His job as Tenna’s personal assistant, even if it’s on turns, is certainly not easy, you can see it on his face when he takes off his costume at the end of the day: furrowed brows due to stress, pronounced bags under his eyes, every single muscle tense and begging for a moment of relaxation.

And here actually comes your own personal list of pros of dating on the job.

“Do you want me to go undercover and bring the props to Tenna or will Pluey handle that fine?”

Battat tenses at the question at first, but his shoulders relax at the mention of the Shadowguy, and so he keeps on walking alongside you to exit the changing rooms;

“Nah, I told him already. Gave me a heart attack right there though!” he squints at you, and your response is a roll of your eyes.

A huff from your boyfriend prompts you to grab the bag he uses to carry his Mike costume, ever so heavy; you hide it behind your own bag for good measure, glad that it’s one of the days of the week where your work hours coincide. 

You don’t pay that much mind to your other coworkers trying to stop you for a chat today, and make up the usual excuse that you and your boyfriend need to run some errands before your next shifts - nobody bats an eye at this, after all TV World’s inhabitants are always busy in some way.

Once the door to your little shared apartment closes behind you, Battat groans in despair and quite literally lets himself fuse with the couch, dragging his clawed hands along his face.

As much as you love his claws, you inspect him closely to make sure he hasn’t accidentally scratched himself before placing your bags near the door and taking a seat of your own. Jongler doesn’t seem to be home, and Pluey must’ve already left for their shift, so you should be fine being more disgustingly sweet than usual.

“I know…I could sense Tenna’s awful mood all the way from the Green Room today.” When he doesn’t make an effort to reply, you quirk one of your eyebrows, “Need a minute?”

“...No, I might need a whole lifetime's worth of vacations if it goes on like this though!! Mike, fetch THIS! Mike, do THAT! Ooooh my God. Might as well change my name into Mike! Steal the guy’s identity, it’s not like anyone even knows who he is, not even Tenna! And did you hear what he said at lunch?!” 

Your head perks up at the mere mention of some juicy gossip; both you and Battat bring your legs up on the couch, they end up touching, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The next half hour is spent commenting on questionable things Tenna has said and done, and on how incompetent some of your other coworkers can be even after years on the same job. Not that you blame most of them of course, but they could make things easier for you and especially for Battat if they just cared to learn.

In one way or the other, you and Battat gravitate towards each other on the couch, and his head ends up on your shoulder as he uses his finger to trace the path one of said coworkers took earlier in the day to fix a misplaced light, right on your leg. One particular motion makes you giggle, so he mischievously repeats it to annoy you.

Though with both of your eyes half lidded due to lack of sleep, you continue chatting about your days until your Zapper friend comes back and decides it’s time for an early dinner.

Something endearing about Battat is that, despite his seemingly distant demeanor, one glance or a smile across the room is quite enough to make his heart beat faster.

You’re chatting with some friends on break, drink in hand, when your boyfriend comes into view. He shouldn’t be on the job right now, but you’re accustomed to him walking in from time to time to check on how Pluey, Jongler and of course you are doing.

Not wanting to end the quite pleasant conversation going on, you decide to simply keep an eye on him until your friends are done with the topic. Jongler’s on the Mike-job right now, so Battat quietly instructs them on how to do something for Tenna that he usually takes care of.

Suddenly, one of your friends makes a completely unrelated comment that has everyone giggling; you take the opportunity to stare directly into the Pippin’s eyes.

Battat tries to ignore you at first, averting his gaze on whatever Jongler’s asked him to check on earlier, but the faint blush blooming on his cheeks is painfully noticeable. You don’t even mean to snort at the expression he’s making, slightly frustrated and you’d dare to say embarrassed, but it escapes you.

“Anyone need more drinks? I can refill your cups myself for the price of a day off where you guys cover for me!” you announce to your friend group, obviously jesting. You do find yourself holding four more empty plastic cups, though.

Walking past your boyfriend, you sweetly smile at him, an invitation to join you on your little trip. He shakes his head, but follows you either way.

“Can you believe I’m getting the next four days off?” you ask him, referencing the earlier joke.

“Nah.”

“You would be right to think that, I’m actually staying later than usual tomorrow.” 

When you reach the water dispenser and you busy yourself with filling each cup, he leans closer to you.

“Stop making faces at me on the job by the way! I can’t look like I’m nervous around Mike of all people!!”

★ Ena likes attention, as much as she doesn't like to admit it: ever since she got comfortable with you, she's been demanding hugs and kisses every day, no matter how tired her job makes her. She also might slightly enjoy how you cling to her when she's back from work, and the occasions where you wait for her return to go to bed, craving her presence next to you as you drift off…

★ …so it's somehow not surprising at all when she starts getting jealous of a plushie, of all things. You've gotten this specific plush from a wandering vendor who said he could make one based off of a real individual at any time; since you can't always accompany Ena during her work, you thought it'd be nice to have a little version of her that you can bring outside or snuggle with when she's not there!

★ But your girlfriend slightly surprises you once again when, upon finding you peacefully asleep with the plushie in your arms multiple times after work, you wake up to a half empty bed one particular morning, only to find that she fell asleep on the awfully small couch in your living room instead.

★ It's almost what would be considered sunrise in a human world, so you decide to wake her up that day and inquire if you've perhaps done something wrong for her to not want to sleep with you. Still groggy, she responds that “there is no need for her anymore, apparently, now that you've got that dumb puppet”. She moves to get up and leave your one bedroom house but you sit her down again as it's early anyway, and insist on explaining to her that of course the plushie isn't a replacement, if anything the reason you like it so much is because it resembles her!

★ So from that point on, you try your absolute best to not make her feel left out by doing little things that she…admittedly finds cute: you try to introduce her to plushie cuddling, just to make her understand how comfortable it can be and why it would ease you into sleep in the first place.

Whenever you're out and about together and you sit somewhere for a rest, you place the plushie between the two of you.

And when the plushie gets an affectionate hug or a kiss, you make sure to give that same attention to the real Ena, who has probably been impatiently waiting for her turn from the moment she saw you grab it.

★ As time passes, she gets less and less distasteful towards the plushie, and even goes as far as surprising you with other ones you can add to your collection; she supposes they make you feel more at home, and if they're just a decoration for your bed or something you can bring along while on your outings, she doesn't really mind them.

It's actually endearing to her that you treat them as if they were your pets or even children, and it makes her wonder if you'd be that caring towards any being.

★ She even catches herself talking to them like you do, picking them up if they fall off your bed and telling them to be more careful, or petting them and fixing their accessories if they're a little out of place. She finds it curious how you put the Ena plushie in outfits and wonders if you'd like seeing her wear different things than her usual work attire.

Regular Ena

★ Ena is so, so endeared by your height, she always insists on being the big spoon because of it, no matter if you'd prefer being in that position…she will of course respect your wishes eventually but she just needs you to humor her and let yourself be held.

★ The softness of your body greatly intrigues her, and brings her a sense of comfort like nothing else does. She's careful not to poke you with her sharp edges, but forgive her if she does, because she just needs to nuzzle her face against your neck or chest as she listens to your heartbeat. She always acts a bit bashful afterwards, as if she has performed some strange act, because it really isn't Ena-like to display that amount of vulnerable affection…but it's you after all, and you reassure her it's endearing if anything!

★ Also loves lying on her back as you cuddle into her side like you need her attention and affections…running her hand up and down your back and occasionally tilting her head to the side so she can plant a kiss on your forehead, too.

★ From this position, she sometimes handles and shifts you so you're lying completely on top of her, arranging her body so it's not completely uncomfortable for you of course. Although it never lasts for very long unfortunately, because her body is not the most suited for this kind of position - it's just one that she really likes a lot.

★ Ena is also very silly, because she sometimes forgets to take her hat off before cuddles, so the sudden sound of it rolling down the bed and onto the floor with a thump often surprises you.

“I apologize for the fright, remind me to remove it next time, my dearest habitué.” Salesperson can't help but giggle.

“You should be responsible for your own hat…”

Hangover Ena

★ While Ena normally wants to be the one holding you and acting as a source of comfort, in this form she's instead seeking all the comfort she can from you. You're basically a prisoner in bed, gently being held back from leaving by her now soft arms.

★ She can now nuzzle against you without hurting you, which she uses to her advantage: you're stuck feeling her warm breath against your neck for a long time, and hearing her mumbling and whining about how much pain she's in or how tired she's feeling. She even goes as far as asking you to do specific things if you're not sure how to move when she's in this state, like massaging her scalp or shifting in certain positions.

★ It's almost like having two Enas with you there, because of the projection from her stomach: you do your best to stay in positions that allow her to be comfortable and don't require for the projection to weirdly go through your own body, you're not even sure how that would feel.

★ Likes facing you, instead of being hugged from behind -which is generally a struggle for you as you're shorter. She also likes intertwining her legs with yours, and while she usually goes through the night without needing a single corner of your shared blanket, in this state the more tucked in she is the better.

★ Ena might be an interesting individual to share a house with. For starters, she's often out and about because of her job, so days can get boring and lonely unless you find something to do yourself.

★ Boredom and loneliness are accentuated by the fact that she doesn't necessarily like filling the house with things, so for the first while in which you live together the space feels almost liminal. Even when you try to fill it with trinkets and whatnot, she much prefers keeping things in order, so you promise not to overdo it (although you still need some sort of decoration, or else you think you'll go insane).

★ Her bed is bigger than yours; she's very tall and needs space to move around at night, since she does so a lot, so you made arrangements. Sometimes you get to share it, instead of sleeping in your own bed, but she's not always feeling up to cuddling before sleep. On the times that you do it, she's not really a blanket hoarder; it actually scares you how she could sleep without one even when it's cold!

★ During your time dating her, you've gotten quite used to Meanie’s rants about her ‘stupid job', as that's mostly what you talk about once she's done with tasks for the time being. She often talks your ears off about this right before bed, as a way to destress, since she's quite comfortable with you compared to anyone else. It's almost a ritual now, sitting on your separate beds and ranting to each other.

★ She's quite tidy and likes seeing and keeping the house clean, as aforementioned! So she doesn't mind tidying things up when she's done with work, however by doing so multiple times in a row she might overtire herself, so you make sure to at least help her often. It's funny seeing her clean: one moment she's patting herself on her back for doing such a nice job dusting a shelf, and the next she's cursing the remaining dust on a particular spot she's somehow missed.

★ This world is strange, though you've learned how to live in it: food is something you need to survive, and you've gotten around how strange some foods and beverages can be…even learned to enjoy them! You mostly cook your meals to make them the way you want them to be, but Ena takes interest in your little meal rituals and often offers to help you. It becomes a fun activity that you do together, and her dishes always somehow end up looking neater than yours.

Unforgettable is the first time she tried making something akin to pancakes, though; the first one came out looking wonky, and while you got a good laugh out of it, she was extremely embarrassed, so much so that it ended up getting thrown in the trash. Loosening up about things like this is something she learns to do along the way, thanks to you!

★ You could say she likes being useful, whether that's because of her being used to that on her job or because of other, more personal things that's a bit of a mystery. It could also be a species related thing, but you have to do your best to make sure she's not tiring herself out while she should be taking time to relax once she's home with you. It takes a while, and a couple outbursts too perhaps, but as time goes by you're just glad to find her napping on the couch instead of organizing things you've already organized yourself over and over.

★ So once she gets the hang of this ‘living together’ thing, besides helping each other with specific things like cooking and cleaning, living with Ena could almost be described as endless parallel play. She does your thing and you do yours, though sometimes Meanie takes over and of course the house becomes a little noisier. Or on her days off, she might seek out your company more often, with it being comforting for her.

Awkwardness surrounds you as you stand just a few feet away from Ena, who you’d have to be stupid not to deem extremely uncomfortable right now. 

Someone…anybody else probably wouldn’t be able to guess the reason for her discomfort, and would most likely blame it on her waking up on the wrong side of the bed, or on something dumb like the weather, because really, she has no excuse to be this on edge, right? It’s her day off, so she has no jobs or people to please.

And yet, you know that’s actually part of the reason why she’s feeling like this; left with nothing and no one to tend to, her thoughts have yet again managed to get to her, and pretty harshly at that too judging by her troubled frown. 

Although you wouldn’t be able to guess exactly what is going on in that head of hers, a familiar heaviness sets just above your stomach; it’s an almost burning sensation, so close to your heart that you’d probably worry about it if you weren’t used to it. You already know the feeling won’t leave until you’ve at least tried to cheer her up, it’s just how it goes for you whenever somebody you’re close to is upset.

You take a quick deep breath before deciding to finally break the silence;

“Bad day?” stupid question you settle on, but with your other options for a conversation starter being ‘How are you?’ and ‘Boring scenery, huh?’ you really can’t complain about what comes out of your mouth. 

“You couldn’t have come up with a stupider question…!” Meanie scoffs, rolling her eyes and scrunching up her nose. Ena shifts from having her legs criss-crossed on her bed to hugging one of them close to her chest.

“Actually, I almost asked ‘how are you’, which I think would’ve been slightly worse.” 

Your attempt at a lighthearted joke is met with a slight turn of her head and a cautious stare, which softens the moment she takes in your figure; despite your tone, you're nervously fiddling with your fingers, and your posture is a little stiff out of agitation.

“I appreciate your attempt at lightening the mood,” her salesperson side is the one speaking this time around, and although she's managing to come off as polite as ever, she trails off.

It's like she wants to say a million things, but she can't even settle on the first. 

You don't know her past, can't really know about it at all, as she rarely brings it up. She's maybe done it once or twice, and it was either during an outburst or a moment where she felt completely miserable, and you…don't really want her to feel like that. Ever. Not because of your curiosity.

So instead of prying, you eye the spot next to hers;

“Can I sit, Ena? You've been here, alone… for a while,” before she can even reply, you quickly add to your sentence; “Unless you prefer that, of course?”

If it were anyone else, you don't think she would even consider it.

But it's you, so you can almost imagine the gears turning in her head at your proposal of company, her eyes -even if slightly covered by the hair that frames her face- scanning your figure.

“Suit yourself.” 

Your shared room is illuminated by nothing but the dim light of a lamp on your bedside table. Why she turned that on instead of hers might as well remain a mystery to you for the time being.

In the span of several minutes, you and Ena have shifted positions; now, her back's against the wooden headboard, and fortunately her bed is big enough to allow you to sit on its opposite end comfortably. 

“We could talk about it, you know?” you start, very careful not to let her protest before you can even offer other options; “Or…do something else. Like the other times. I've been meaning to read a book at some point, maybe we could start one together?”

She looks at you like you're crazy;

“What? I can't be interested in strange, off-putting literature?”

“Bah. Considering how weird you are, I guess!”

Quite used to Meanie’s comments, and already knowing this side is the one that emerges more often when Ena's emotional, you simply shrug and keep throwing options at her like you always do.

“Well, I do have other ideas. Like going outside for a walk maybe? Even later in the day…Or cuddling, but I know you're not the type to pick that one. Or if it makes you feel better, we could do something productive. I think we need to fetch a few things anyway!”

You find yourself chuckling at how Meanie is now defeatedly staring at you, her head slightly tilted back. 

“Just want to make you feel better, Ena. Sorry if that was a lot of options.”

“No need to apologize, I appreciate your dedication to getting me back on track. I…” Ena struggles a bit, and you curiously watch as her expression shifts a couple times, going from polite to frustrated, then back to polite for a brief moment, before her frustration once again takes over; “I…GUESS!! That you could get your stupid butt closer to me, ugh!”

The way she interacts with others, especially with you, will never fail to amuse and endear you a little. Though at first you're a bit taken aback by her volume, you're quick to reposition yourself beside her, always careful not to overdo things.

Though you don't need to do much of anything this time, because she's the one leaning down and letting herself slide downwards into her bed so she can bury her head in the crook of your neck, quite surprisingly.

It's not like she's not keen on affection, you've just learned to let her seek it when she's in need of it, and now that it seems to be one of those moments, you can't help but smile fondly against her head.

Your arms snake around her torso, and though you remember struggling a bit to find a comfortable position to lie in with her at first, because of her polygonal body, you consider yourself a master at this by now. 

Pulling her closer, you can feel her frowning against your skin, which worries you. 

Though the atmosphere is comfortable and you're both still in your soft nightwear, which you suppose you won't be changing out of anytime soon, you can feel she's still bothered.

“Just focus on the moment, Ena. It's still early now, maybe we can do more later.”

She lets out quite incomprehensible sounds, you can tell it's Meanie talking, which is further proven by her tightening her grip on you as if you'd have a chance to fuse if you got any closer.

As you begin placing lazy kisses against her scalp and forehead, you gradually feel her relaxing into your embrace. You even dare to ramble a bit here and there, hoping to distract her from whatever's plaguing her thoughts today; you tell her about your plans to have a relaxing evening if she's feeling up to it, which could maybe include a bath since you rarely take those because of how busy she is.

You also reassuringly state that you enjoy when she lets herself be softer with you, which prompts salesperson to chime in;

“It’s the pleasant part of the package deal.”

“Many things about you are pleasant, Ena.” you gently correct her, familiar with the way she gets frustrated with herself and her outbursts and moods. 

Your and Tenna’s laughter echoes through the large bedroom, before you playfully shush him and reach for his shoulder to shake him around a bit. 

It’s late, both in the Dark and the Light World, and everyone at the studio has already gone home or settled into their private room, like you and your partner have. Before switching realities earlier, you wouldn’t have thought to have the energy to laugh so loud, considering how tedious work has been for the past few weeks or so…but Tenna somehow always manages to turn things around;

“AHah…-OOF- hey! No shaking your CRT, please!” he lightheartedly hisses, pretending to have to keep his screen still.

You giggle at his antics before a yawn escapes your mouth; Tenna, feeling quite tired himself, takes that as cue to grab the book you have been reading -and reciting- together before bed and place it on his nightstand. He has to grow his size a little to be able to reach the light switch; once the lights are off, only his screen illuminates the room…just enough for you to make out where the pillow is and lie down.

“You gave me a headache…” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

Your partner’s antennas straighten up in worry;

“Really?” he asks; he’s aware that, after all, staring at a screen for too long is no good for Lightners. Maybe he should dim his brightness when he’s around you at night. Or perhaps he should stand a bit more far away from you…a very hard task, considering how much reassurance he finds from simply being in your proximity. 

But your gentle laugh, once again, breaks his train of thoughts and reassures him that you’re just messing around.

“Nah…I think it’s retail making my head hurt. I told you already, it’s been a struggle lately. Good thing tomorrow’s my day off…” 

Tenna listens attentively, before taking notice of your position; you’re lying on your back and, by what your relaxed expression suggests, you’re not far off from falling asleep right then and there.

Carefully, he places his hand on the side of your waist, and slides it forward until it’s on the small of your back:

“Sleep on your side, darling. Wouldn’t want any monsters under my bed to get you!”

You’re once again amused by his jokes, and follow his guidance until you’re positioned comfortably enough. Tenna doesn’t remove his hand; instead, he decides to lie down next to you and almost cage you with his broader figure. It’s fine by you, his room is not too cold but also not hot enough for closeness to be a bother, and besides, you’re used to his clinginess when it’s around bed time.

The soft buzzing of his screen lulls you to sleep soon enough, just as the softness of your breath helps him easily drift off, all the worries from your jobs and personal lives dissipating if just for as long as a short night spent in the comforting company of each other. 

Spamton shifts so he's completely facing away from you, knocking a few painting supplies off the couch; they roll around your shared living room, making your head jolt up.

“Spam, I'm not looking! Relax!” you chuckle at his behavior, it seems this activity you've chosen to do together is as serious as can be for him.

He rolls his eyes in defeat, and picks up the luckily clean brushes and small paint tubes scattered on the floor -still keeping his canvas from facing you, of course-.

After this short interaction, you go back to your paintings of each other in comfortable silence, only occasionally asking the other for a specific color you're missing or such small things.

It's cute seeing Spamton so concentrated on something so simple; Spamton, who is always so put together and professional in his role of businessman…now deep into the task at hand: painting a portrait of you, his partner, in his endearingly simple style, which has always reminded you of those illustrated children's books. 

You're pouring all your efforts into his portrait, too, making sure you paint his neatly slicked back black hair right and that you add the right amount of saturation to his pink and yellow glasses, currently resting on the bridge of his nose, sliding down once in a while due to his posture as he adds every single detail.

You catch each other staring once in a while;

“Like what you see?” he asks teasingly, and you reach for his folded legs with your foot to kick him in a light-hearted manner.

“I know, I'm pretty.” is your go-to comment when he's the one caught staring, and he scoffs as if it isn’t the truest statement he’s ever heard. 

Paint and colors mix together on your canvases as the whole afternoon goes by and, just before dinner, you both get your drawings done. 

Warmth can’t help but spread through your cheeks as you study the way Spamton has painted you, and he does the same thing with your portrait of him. You’re both standing in a mess of brushes and splotches of paint on the floor as the corners of his mouth turn upright in a genuine smile, not the big-shot one you’re so used to seeing.

“...So, uh…like what you see, mister?” You ask, playfully imitating his words from earlier. 

Your boyfriend gives a hearty laugh, before correcting himself with a cough and going back to being more composed. 

“Quite. I also notice you find me very [pretty cool, huh?].” his speech quirk makes him wince as it often does, even though he knows you don’t mind it at all. 

“Touchè.” 

You both give one last laugh and gaze at the portraits before taking notice of the chaos surrounding you. Seems like you and Spamton will be busy with something after dinner, before you can finally get to hanging up the canvases…once you’ve made up your minds and agreed on where to put them in the first place, that is.