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screams-in-writing · 26 days ago

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I happily accepted the gift of nearly three hours of unexpected but very welcome inspiration via the weather.

*holds up a piece of paper with Mr. Puzzles on it, then crumples it up and proceeds to eat the page before skittering out of view, leaving behind an offering of writing*

Note: this started out as a silly thing about being miserable in muggy weather then it became soft non-sexual intimacy with little hints of things still to come in Performance Enhancing Coffee.

Mr. Puzzles isn’t perfect, as much as he wants things to be, which includes himself. The decisions he makes without giving thought to how it affects others is a repeated mistake he makes, until he actually looks back on things and realizes/sees how it does affect others, and how Puzzles has to make up for things he’s done/change his ways if he wants to keep mc with him/be able to actually make and keep friends.

-x

So, this was it.

This was how you would die; laid out dramatically on the floor with your arms outstretched, in a poorly air conditioned (aka nonexistent) house alongside an equally sprawled, languishing Mr. Puzzles.

Puzzles, who’d stripped down to his pants and was, from the look of it, attempting to have his torso become one with a box fan. It was blasting air into skin with metal pieces and wires woven around and in the skin.

There were several melting containers of ice cream on top of the box fan.

You wondered if the fan actually blew cold air onto Mr. Puzzles or not, or just the condensation that dripped from the ice cream containers. Then again, you yourself had plastered all the possible ice packs from the freezer over your own torso and forehead, the only barrier between your skin atowel and a washcloth, the blessed cold sank into your heated body.

You were never going to agree to do anything in the heat again in your home world, even with as many precautions as you (and maybe Puzzles) had taken. You don’t think you were experiencing heat stroke or heat exhaustipn, since you were still sweating quite a bit even indoors, Puzzles’ home blasting tepid air at the both of you in your shred mister.

Deduction made.

You going to spend the summer in Puzzles’ world as often as possible, where you didn’t seem to be as affected by the weather experienced there. That way, you could enjoy some of the activities with him, and likely Smg4 and his crew too, especially if you end up in the vicinity of Smg4’s castle.

The time you made the questionable decision to help Bob sell stolen popsicles on a beach had been rather entertaining, especially since neither of you had been caught. You’d been having so much fun that you’d not even called Mr. Puzzles out for hiding in plain sight, clearly grumpy that you weren’t spending time with him.

It had been a lot of fun to go to the beaches other times, come to think of it.

There was no sticky weather to make you feel like you were wading through the very air itself.

No sweating through your clothes, no matter how light weight you’d dressed.

No hair sticking to your scalp and making you feel gross in a short amount of time.

Here?

In your home world?

You were absolutely miserable, and the funniest thing about this whole predicament you and Mr. Puzzles were in could be easily solved had the two of you just…walked a few blocks to the house you shared with two roommates.

But no.

Too hot and sweaty to move.

From nearby, you heard fans run faster and more loudly from within Mr. Puzzles’ TV head.

“Puzzlesssss.” You groaned, making the mistake of turning onto your side, one arm making contact with the side of your body.

Eugh. Hot. Ngh not pleasant.

Mr. Puzzles made some static noise of acknowledgment but didn’t move.

“Why are we lying on your living room floor instead of heading to my place?”

Ha!

There.

You’d managed to get an actual sentence out, but the next sound that came out of you was one of discomfort as you lost the rest of your ice packs, taking the towel with it. Sighing miserably, you scooted across the floor to a water bottle, relieved it was insulated and therefore the drink was cold.

There was a sound of a record-screech, Puzzles’ fans running even louder inside that tv head, and a stuttering noise that you associated ‘no fair you’re doing something I can’t help but appreciate but you’re not going to appreciate it at this moment in time’. It likely had to do with your lack of clothes on your upper half, but your heat-suffering mind couldn’t be assed to care. Besides, it wasn’t like Puzzles hadn’t seen you in such a manner before. You might have appreciated the not as often seen glimpse of Puzzle’s torso, with its definite human shape but also the inhuman grayed skin around the edges of his upper arms and waist.

You reluctantly left the floor and scooped up the lightest tank top you owned that you’d tossed carelessly across the back of the sofa.

Mr. Puzzles whined your name in a similar miserable pitch you’d used.

You turn but stumble as you accidently kick a foot into the box fan on Puzxles and pitch over.

But instead of find yourself back on the floor, you were inexplicably back in your house, in air conditioning bliss, with a glass of water on the coffee table in front of you, seated on the sofa.

Erm.

What?

How?!

What had just-

Wait a minute.

Had Mr. Puzzles taken you into his tv mind place that was a reflection of your house to avoid having you fall on top of him? You didn’t think it would hurt him but if he was affected by the temperature in your world then maybe he just reacted automatically to prevent skin on skin contact that would have been unpleasant for both of you given the miserable hot state the two of your were in?

You consider the water, then pick it up and take a sip; huh, it was nice and cold, even without any ice. Strange, that this felt so real, despite the fact that you weren’t actually in your home world but in one of Mr. Puzzles’ many channels in his tv mind. You’re still not entirely comfortable that he’d made one to reflect your home town, specifically your house, but at the same time, it was nice to be able to make a memory, however small and short this would last, that wasn’t associated with something negative.

“Feeling better?” Mr. Puzzles questioned from behind your, still-bare arms draping comfortably over your shoulders as he pressed his screen into the back of your neck. Though the fact that his arms were prosthetic meant that there was only the cool feeling of metal and mesh mimicking muscle. Puzzles hummed happily as he sagged into the back of the sofa, closer to you.

It ticked with the fuzz of static as you leaned backward into the touch in return. You reached up to rest your hand on the side of his tv head. There wasn’t the sound of a fan like before, but you weren’t sure if that was because this was just a stand-in for the actual Puzzles or if he’d actually retreated into his own mind as well to escape the muggy heat.

“Thanks.” You murmured, moving your hand to absently pet along the metal.

“Want to stay here with me?” Puzzles asked quietly in return, arms loosely moving to slide down your shoulders to rest of your thighs as he playfully nuzzled his screen into your neck.

Stupid long arms with stupidly large hands.

Mr. Puzzles could be an (attractive) menace.

“I’ve taken us back to your home, where the air conditioning is functional, and your roommates aren’t due back for a few hours.” There was a level of possessiveness in the man’s tone in opposition to the playfulness.

After quick consideration, you decided to offer a compromise, since you didn’t want to encourage that possessiveness and have it get worse. You’d already had to work through this with him before, and you knew he was trying, but sometimes, you needed to make sure there were boundaries, and that some things, while forgiven, were it forgotten.

“I think I’d like to make sure that you’ve not overheated yourself.” You tweak one of Puzzle’ antenna that was within reach, feeling it twitch out of your flicking range. “And…I have a feeling that you know why I’d rather be in my actual house and not a recreation of it, right?”

“…I’ll cool off eventually. No fuses blown or anything important melted!” Mr. Puzzles cheerfulness died down as it became quiet, contemplative and guilty. “I beleive I want to put that particular ill-thought out idea behind me, but I…I understand that it brings out…unpleasant memories.” Puzzles quieted, then slowly, reluctantly moving away from you.

Before you could turn around, the world around you wavered, right before pitching through a portal. Surprisingly, you didn’t fall over, and as soon as you steadied yourself, you look around.

The living room of your house, on the sofa, right where you were before. The only difference being that there was no glass of water on the coffee table, and Mr. Puzzles’ metal head on the sofa next to you.

Back in the real world, as you’d asked.

Taking a moment to enjoy the air conditioning, you eventually reach out to poke the vents on the side of Mr. Puzzles’ tv head.

A soft, dramatic-sounding static sigh emitted in response.

“Hey, come out. I still want to spend time with you, just not in your mind.” You poke him again. “Don’t hide. How are you going to cool off the rest of your body in there? I still don’t get how you do that without damage to your own body.”

“Magic~” Mr. Puzzles teased as he was suddenly sprawled backward over your lap, his multi-colored smile hitched up high on his screen. Puzzles’ digital eyes squinted up in silent glee at your groan over having his overheated torso over your lap, even if you were wearing shorts to prevent full skin on skin contact and therefore less direct heat. “Didn’t you say you wanted to spend time with me here, my dear?”

“Cooling off.” You groan, shoving at his shoulder to no avail. “Which is difficult to do with your hot body ontop of my lap.” You pause, inwardly grimacing at the wording as you glance down and see the delight flicker onto the screen near your hip.

“Am I ‘hot’ now?” The man teased, stretching out as languidly as he could, arms out over his tv head, his torso somehow managing to remain perfectly in contact with your hip as he propped his shoes up and off the side of the sofa arm.

“Hot as in your body temperature is likely higher than mine since even I can feel the difference.” You pointedly grab a hold of an edge of Mr Puzzles head to turn the screen toward you. He was still smirking at you, clearly pleased with himself. “I don’t think I’m imagining the metal and wire protruding out of your body is running warmer than the rest of you.”

“…it is rather uncomfortable.” Mr. Puzzles admitted after a moment, shifting a little but not yet getting up off your lap. The screen flickered though a couple of different expressions before landing on a fond, if weary one. “I may have overextended myself by joining you in my mind after walking through this dreadful muggy weather we’re having this week.”

“Floor?” You questioned, when Puzzles said nothing more.

“Cold floor.” He clarified.

“Tiled kitchen it is.” You declared, letting go of his metal head and poking him in the shoulder a little harder in the grayed skin area, knowing he’d feel it more than the prosthetic, as touch sensitive as it was.

Mr. Puzzles took some time before he finally moved upright to get off your lap. He played up the dramatics as he pretended to slowly ‘melt’ as you led him to the kitchen hand in hand. But he did give your hand a gentle squeeze, silently communicating that he appreciated you humoring him, even when you likely wanted to cool off yourself.

With that thought in mind, after you for Mr Puzzles settled in a corner of the kitchen, you joined him after retrieving some water to drink.

Ahh.

Cold vent air yessss good.

Puzzles was quiet for a time with his screen pressed into the tile, his chest and torso practically sagging into the offered cool texture beneath.

It felt nice.

When you opened your eyes to check on Mr. Puzzles, you happen get a good look at his ridiculously thin waist compared to his upper body, and his back, to where metal was obviously melded in with his spine, the skin not painful looking but grayed at the sides, just like his arms and his mid thighs. Where the prosthetics met; where the skin met any metal, it seemed. You had an idea of the pain he was in when he worked on his own body to upkeep it if he spent a longer time in your world, and the ache that remained no matter what he did as maintenance to himself. He only hurt marginally in his home world, to a degree that he could all but shut it out and pretend it didn’t exist.

Finally cooled off, hydrated and now, more aware than before, you push yourself up to hands and knees to move over to lie alongside Mr Puzzles. When there was no immediate response to you getting closer, you moved closer to his side, and lifted an arm up with little resistance, as the arm flexed in response, taking the weight but allowing you to move it.

Puzzles was awake.

Lying down on your side, you draped his arm over your waist, then rested your own over his upper back, resting your head on the convenient pillow that was suddenly there. Quiet, you began to trace along skin, marveling over the cooler than expected skin now that it was back to what Mr. Puzzles considered his ‘usual’ body temperature.

Puzzles inched closer to greedily have as much contact with you as he could, sleepily humming in a pleased way as his fingers lightly traced along your lower back.

The hours passed by without notice, at least until your roommates returned home.

At that moment in time, you found yourself being hugged to Mr. Puzzles’ still-bare torso as he nuzzled his screen into your hair. Likely with the intent to static it up as much as possible from the ‘evil’ muffled laughter he emitted, the laugh turning amused as you lifted your hands to shove him in the screen. Puzzles only made an obnoxious kissing sounds, complete with a video flickering into existence on the screen of some couple making out. It left when you slapped at an arm with a snort of laughter as Puzzles leaned over. With your wrists now lightly grasped in his hands, the man nuzzled his screen into your cheek, a different pitch of kissing sounding now.

A fake gagging sound from nearby halted the two of you in your tracks.

In unison, you and Mr. Puzzles looked up and over, to see your roommates, Rose and Derek, standing there, the former holding a bag of takeout, and the latter holding two bags of groceries.

Groaning at the amused judgement and the exasperated ‘oh my gosh get a room you two’, you sank into Mr. Puzzles’ suspiciously willing arms, trapped agaisnt that bare torso again. “Hey.”

“Yes, my dear?”

“did you hear them come into the house?”

“How could I, when I was paying attention to you?”

“We do have that security camera outside.” Rose supplied helpfully, as she stepped over to the kitchen island to set the takeout bag down.

You turned your head to look up and eye the suspiciously static-filled screen, only for it two settle on a sneaky closed mouth grin and digital eyes focused to ‘look down’ at you.

Mr. Puzzles was left alone on the floor to dramatically restart his languishing, though this time, it was due to you leaving his embrace to join your snickering roommates for dinner. The tv headed man sighed dramatically as he bemoaned the loss of your company, his sudden laughter muffled by the dress shirt you tossed down on him.

This ridiculous display of drama continued on as not only did Mr. Puzzles decide to only put the dress shirt on and not button it up, he also playfully changed the channels on the tv Derek had turned on. It ended when you went to bed, but Mr. Puzzles had managed to mysteriously bypass you and end up in your room before you.

His screen was ‘off’, dress shirt buttoned (or so it appeared, as he was underneath the sheets), and lying on ‘his’ side of the bed.

You eyed Mr. Puzzles for a moment before steeping forward to get in under the covers with him. Turning onto your side, head on the pillow, you begin to relax. Just as you were headed into dozing off, you feel Puzzles move over to gently bring you into the line of his body, tv head carefully resting over your own. A hand loosely grasps your nearest one, a low rumble of content emitting from Puzzles’ speaker as he whispered in the dark.

“Goodnight, my dear.” The prosthetic fingers twined with yours, the joined hands moving to rest close to your chest, fingertips brushing lightly against skin. “Sleep well.”

Another few words were lost amid rising static.

#screams in writing writes #one shot inspired by my displeasure of hot summer days #mr puzzles #mr puzzles x reader #air conditioning my beloved #suggestive content #Could take place in performance enhancing coffee at a much later time

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