#mr puzzles x reader fluff snippets

[screams-in-writing]

Since it takes me longer to draw, you get two more fluff snippets first.

11- Switching roles of big and little spoon (2nd pov)

You’re home and your roommates aren’t, which means that it’s quiet and there was nothing to distract you from (reluctantly) get some things taken care of around the house that you’d otherwise been avoiding.

Once you finish, you let put a slow breath and turn, stepping directly into Mr. Puzzles chest as his arms wrapped around you.

“Hello, my dear.” The man’s voice said lowly as his metal tv head craned alongside your own.

“You can’t just phase into the house whenever you want.” You sighed, even as you returned the embrace, much to Puzzles’ delight.

“…then you shouldn’t have old, defunct televisions at the end of their lives plugged into the basement.” Mr. Puzzles countered with amusement tinging his tone, before offense colored it. “The same television that you and your roommates only use for get togethers once or twice a month?” The man gave an over the top theatrical shudder as he continued to gripe. “Either invest in another one, or let me host the little event of yours. Why, I could present the best of the best without anyone telling me otherwise and getting pushback on my brilliantly made art!”

“You need a break.” You stated, patting Mr. Puzzles gently on the back. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” Mr. Puzzles admitted, with feeling, and surprised you as he easily lifted you from the hug into his arms as he carried you back down the stairs into the basement where he’d come from.

Ah, yes.

The giant beanbag.

You could see where this was going, and you were honestly ready for a moment to rest after the chores you’d done around the house. As gently as could be, Mr. Puzzles lowered you down to the floor alongside the beanbag. “Puzzles?” When you turned to look up at him, you could see him staring in return with a screen reflecting weariness, the digital eyes appearing to be fixed on yours. “What is it?”

“Would you…” The tv headed man waved at the beanbag, awkwardly avoiding your gaze now. “…hold me?”

“Of course.” You replied, going over to the giant beanbag to settle onto it, before holding a hand out.

Mr. Puzzles swiftly moved forward to settle on the beanbag alongside you, turning so that his back was to you. The man even scrunched up so that you could snuggle in behind him so that he could feel like you were surrounding him with your own body.

As you wrapped an arm over his ridiculously thin waist, Mr. Puzzles wrapped a hand around yours. Lying there, you could feel the man begin to relax bit by bit.

A comfortable silence fell, the two of you falling asleep cuddled together, and not waking up to the sound of your roommate Derek snickering over the way Rose was very solemnly (if contrasted got a great big grin) taking pictures of you and Puzzles as you slept obliviously on.

When you received the picture of Mr. Puzzles scrunched up with a content smile and closed digital eyes on his screen with your arms wrapped around him from behind with your face to his shoulder?

It ended up as your phone background to later be discovered by Mr. Puzzles when you were showing something led to him.

The tv headed man ended up with a blushing face and a crackling speaker sputtering nonsense as he pressed his screen into your shoulder. Yet Mr. Puzzles appeared pleased by your decision to have the photo be used.

It led to an amusing set of messages that began with a simple message.

“In case you’d like to see my devilishly handsome face while we’re apart.”

This was followed by a whole lot of photos of Mr. Puzzles himself. Then came further messages that were photos of the both of you, and even some sneak peek photos of his newest project.

The kicker that made you laugh was a thick envelope coming in the mail with even more pictures of Mr. Puzzles. But then, emotion suddenly choked you at several tattered, older photos with a handwritten note it had been hidden within another envelope with care.

“I hope you are well, my dear. Please safeguard these photograph. These are but only a few I have left of myself before my ambitions and obsessions changed me.”

What could only be a young Puzzles was on two photos. A young adult in another. Then, the last photo, the one closest in stature to the Mr. Puzzles you knew. The light in his eyes was no longer there like it had been in the kid Puzzles photos, instead a manic light in the photo.

You kept the photos safe, only realizing hours later that this was the first time you’d ever seen Mr. Puzzles when he was a human.

And he’d given you the photos for safekeeping; a piece of himself that he’d likely never shown anyone else before (apart from Meggy, who’d presumably gotten a look at a younger Puzzles during that Puzzlepark incident).

If Mr. Puzzles clung to you tighter when he saw you again, you didn’t point it out, and merely held him just as snug in return.

12- cuddles accompanied by little kisses (1st pov)

(Note-in which this took a turn to less cuddling and more Mr. Puzzles discovering he likes something; oops, but not really)

Despite absolutely being against a ‘beach episode’, so to speak, I couldn’t help but accept your offer to go to the beach with you, your roommates and a few coworkers who were desperate for sunshine on a nice day.

I’d have rather been all alone with you; however, since we were in your world and nit mine, I couldn’t ensure that my beautiful metal head didn’t go anywhere near the sea. I’d rather appreciated the sight of you reading those going along to the beach that they were not to get water anywhere near my head, and that it was hit a joke, as it could cause me irreparable harm.

I may have swooned a little dramatically at the forcefulness before I’d swept you up into an embrace to show you my appreciation (and allowing me to decide in that moment that I would, in fact, come along to the beach).

-

I despised this already.

I was appalled by the sight of all the people around, and did my best to keep in the shade beneath the umbrella in a quieter area. But I had insisted that you go have fun, with the others, despite being unable to enjoy the waters as easily any longer. I could submerge up to just below my neck, but preferably below the collarbones, to ensure I didn’t get any wiring exposed to the water.

Stretching out comfortably on a layer of beach towels to ward off the sand, wearing a tank top  and a pair of khakis (ordinarily I wasn’t so comfortable showing off my limbs, but I couldn’t resist seeing those blushes on your face whenever I caught sight of your gaze lingering on me). It made me happy that you were happy, enjoying the beach and the water fight that caused quite a lot of splashing. I was confused over you suddenly vanishing but before I could become concerned, you reappeared in dry clothing. Your hair appeared to have been ruffled by a towel to get as much water out as possibly, the why quickly answered as you joined me under the large umbrella in the shade. 

I perked up from where I’d been lounging with my back agaisnt a large rock behind me when you settle on my lap and pull me into a hug. I was quick to embrace you in return as I leaned over to kiss you with tiny static speaks from my screen, which made you hug me more tightly.

“I appreciate the offer to bring me along, despite being unable to participate in many of the activities here.” I said softly as I placed a few more kisses along your skin as my screen rested gently to your forehead to place a lingering kiss before drawing away to wear a softened expression, a little regret at being unable to properly be able to kiss you crossing the back of my mind. 

“Hey, Puzzles?” Curiously, you ended up looking around at the others on the beach and in the water, before looking back at me. “I’d like to try something.”

I studied your expression, and found myself intrigued by the blush that was there. 

Hmm.

Whatever could be in that mind of yours that would make you look like that? And what would it be, that you believed it was fine to try in public?

“Try…something.” I mused over it a moment, hands lightly tracing along your back, before I leaned back into the rock and flashed a technicolor grin of eagerness at you. “But of course. I would never say no to trying something with you, after all-“ I leaned in just as suddenly, nearly screen to nose with you, as a sly squint of digital eyes focused on you. “As my co-host in my new endeavor, I must say that I’m flattered there’s something you want to share with me.” I loosened my grasp around you to allow you to do as you would, which turned out to be leaning up in my lap and steadying yourself with gentle hands to either side of my metal head. I indulgently turned my head to the side at your touch, curious where this was headed and-

Warm breath trailed over and into my vent.

I shuddered, hands reaching up to grasp your wrists.

“Bad?” You asked, worry in your tone.

“Again.” I breathed through both the speakers in my head and a slight motion from my chest, my replaced mechanical lungs acting as though I’d breathed in that puff of breath. The next breath that rolled over the vent had me abruptly pinning you amid the beach towels, breathing unsteadily as false lungs and my facsimile breathing fought for control over one another.

“Maybe I’ll save that for when we’re not out in public.” You admitted after a moment, as you reached up to trace the underside of my television’s casing, to which I leaned heavily into with a happy sigh. “I haven’t seen that unhinged look of yours in months.” You tilt your head as static crackled. “There’s a more familiar one. The ‘I want to smother you in kisses but I’m too shy to-“

I growled low in my chest with traces of vocal cords that lingered, twined through wires and through my speakers as I closed the distance and proved that I was not, in fact, shy. I placed kisses all over your face, the zapping of the static audible while you laughed breathlessly and grabbed my shoulders in return to encourage me to get even closer. 

So I did.

There was no world where I would ever say no to being able to shower you with affection every possible moment that I was allowed to.

[screams-in-writing]

More fluff/silly snippets; I’m fine. Yeah. Just fine. Not internally screaming or making a bingo card of my previous thoughts for wotfi as coping. Nope. Perfectly fine here.

4- lazy cuddles in the morning

Mr. Puzzles felt particularly affectionate upon waking up that morning.  So much so that he sneakily slid across the bed to gather you up in his arms before you had the chance to get up.

“Going somewhere, my dear?” The tv headed man murmured, slight static tinging his tone. When he heard a half-awake response, Mr. Puzzles proceeded to whisper sweet nothings against the top of your head as he curved his body around you from behind, arms holding you to his chest. Puzzles was pleased when you snuggled back in return, even if your words contradicted your actions. 

“We will have to get up eventually. You’ve got some work to do, and I’m supposed to meet up with Tari today.”

Mr. Puzzles grumbled something unintelligible while he trailed his fingers along your shoulder to back. He teased you by settling his hand on your lower back as Puzzles carefully pressed his screen to your face after angling his head over some more. He gathered up static, then proceeded to ‘kiss’ you a few times. Mr. Puzzles released muffled laughter when you gently turned his metal head to press kisses to his screen. 

“Five more minutes.” You said, letting go of Puzzles head. 

He felt you lean over and nuzzle his neck, then his upper chest, before going inert. 

Mr. Puzzles happily agreed to this plan by pulling the sheets back up over your shoulders and switching his screen off after rearranging the way he held you.

5- burying face in their chest

You knew that Mr. Puzzles was busy with writing a new script or something like it, yet when you knocked on the office door. He must have know it was you to come to visit, because you were greeted with an upbeat, chipper voice. 

“Come in!”

“How is it going?” You asked as you entered the office, closing the door behind him. Mr. Puzzles was seated at the desk in the room, the top of it covered with papers, and the floor littered with crumpled up, rejected ideas. 

“Very well!” Mr. Puzzles answered. He sounded eager. “This script of mine is going to be the best one yet!” The metal head half turned to acknowledge you coming closer, though you couldn’t see the screen. “It’ll be awhile before I’m finished.”

“Can I join you, or would that distract you?”

“I won’t say no to your company, my dear.” Mr. Puzzles answered. A static sputtering meant that he hadn’t anticipated that you would sit on his lap to bury your face into his dress shirt with a groan. 

“I’m tired.” You admitted, after releasing a dramatic sigh. Then, in a teasing manner. “You’re good white noise to relax to.” 

Mr. Puzzles pretended to act offended by this, but he continued to work, one arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

Eventually, you found a comfy spot, and closed your eyes while resting your head on his chest.

A companionable silence fell over the room.

6- trying to crawl under their shirt

“Hide me.” You told Mr. Puzzles without preamble. 

The man looked up from a book he was reading on the sofa as he pinned you with a quizzical look.

“Mario and Meggy are trying to get me to join them in some kind of training that’s ‘safe’ for me. But you and I, as well as the Smg’s, know that I’m more fragile here.”

Mr. Puzzles straightened, book forgotten but before he could even say anything, the two of you heard Mario’s voice.

“Hey, where did you go?”

You acted impulsively; marching right up to Mr. Puzzles, you begin to swiftly undo vest and dress shirt, causing a digital blush and a stuttering of someone being taken aback, but you go with you half-cooked scheme. You duck down and ‘hide’ yourself under Puzzles’ dress shirt, pressing close to his scarred chest, the skin cool to the touch.

The television headed man’s heart, supported by mechanical pieces, began to thump quicker at you being so close.

Your legs are showing, so Mr. Puzzles, apparently going along with this all, draped a blanket over your lower half, and sighed like he couldn’t believe you were being so silly but then again, knowing what Mario was like, didn’t blame you for trying to hide.

Mario skidded to a halt, greeted Mr. Puzzles with a wave and looked around, but somehow, didn’t seem to see the very obvious sight of you trying to hide. The plumber paused a moment longer, then raced off past Meggy, who paused, then stared at Mr. Puzzles.

Mr. Puzzles’ expression showed averted eyes, a heart monitor with a blush, and a self-conscious, if strained, technicolor smile.

Meggy looked between exasperated and amused; she still wasn’t exactly sure what to think about Mr. Puzzles, but if he wasn’t causing trouble, then so be it. But she did call out your name, quietly and spoke. “I’ll try to distract Red; sorry, I forgot you can’t do a lot of the sports here without getting hurt.”

“Thanks, Meggy.” Your muffled response rose from behind your hands obviously holding the dress shirt closed. 

“Back by unpopular demand; me.” Mario seemingly popped out of nowhere, startling Mr. Puzzles and accidentally revealing you plastered to his chest, looking super self conscious now. “Oooo.” Mario said nothing more as he raised his phone and snapped a photo. 

Mr. puzzles gently upended you (and his dress shirt, in the process) then rose and began to stalk menacingly toward the seemingly oblivious plumber. 

But you sure as hell caught the wink and small smile beneath that bushy mustache right before Mario shot off with Mr. Puzzles on his heels, screeching something about keeping out of his business with you. You watch for a moment, wondering if Puzzles realized his entire upper half was on display, metal attached to arms and all the scars, including the metal pieces down along his spine for support. Once Mr. Puzzles and Mario were out of sight, you realized Meggy hadn’t left, and glanced over at her.

She had a hand over her face, posture screaming that Meggy regretted going along with whatever Mario had been planning to do that day. 

“Do you think he planned that?” You asked of Mario, when something crashed in the distance, and what sounded like Smg4 screaming could be heard.

Meggy just sighed. 

“Trying to get the image out of your mind?”

“Yes.” Meggy groaned, hand pressing harder into her face. “Why do you find him attractive again, after everything he’s done?”

“I’m an idiot who likes charming people who claim they’re villains but they just need therapy to resolve their daddy issues and feelings of inadequacy?” You ventured. 

Meggy peered at you through parted fingers, clearly judging but then deciding it wasn’t her business to tell you how to feel about someone she still didn’t trust to have around. 

“I’m-a in danger.” Mario commented dryly, drawing your and Meggy’s attention to the way Mario dangled by one overall strap from Mr. Puzzles one handed grasp. 

The tv man’s expression slightly unhinged, screen glitching a little. 

It took a little time to talk Mr. Puzzles down, but he let released Mario and grudgingly went back to his book after putting his dress shirt. He didn’t notice you holding up your phone and pointing to it after making eye contact with Mario. 

When the plumber gave the thumbs up, Meggy there her hands up and left the castle to go do some training; Mario trailed after her, snagging a traumatized-looking Smg4 along the way.

[screams-in-writing]

Two more fluff snippets!

19- hugging them from behind (2nd pov)

You were ready to start your day after a rather entertaining sleepover in the castle.

It had begun as a mishap with a container of some kind (as most things here, it appeared out of nowhere, but likey sent by some minor antagonist) which held insomnia-inducing gas.

The only reason anyone knew this was because Mario ended up breaking it, and in turn, the gas affected those within its vicinity.

As a result of this, only half the Smg4 crew (and you) were able to sleep comfortably. The other half of the group ended up going through increasingly chaotic insomnia-induced antics elsewhere in the showgrounds (it seemed like the gas made those affected act as if they’d been deprived of a restful sleep for days instead of hours).

It turned out that Mr. Puzzles was not one of those affected by the insomnia gas.

You find this out the moment you emerge from blankets and pillows of the sleepover in the main area of the castle. The moment you stood up, your tv headed boyfriend was quick to swoop in on you to affectionately hold you close.

“Good morning, my dear co-host.” Mr. Puzzles crooned while he pressed flush to you from behind. He stooped to wrap his arms loosely around your waist while he gave you a light squeeze. “My lovely rising star. Did you sleep well, despite all of the nonsense happening outside?” The tv headed man gently settled said tv on top of your head.

“Morning.” You yawned, sleepily reaching up with a hand to lightly trail your fingertips along the underside of Mr. Puzzles’ casing. Beneath your questing fingers, you felt Puzzles obligingly tilt into your hand, to enjoy the touch. When you half turned in the man’s loose hug, it allowed your fingertips to reach the wires wrapped around what was left of Puzzles’ cervical vertebrae.

“Oh.” Mr. Puzzles let out a sputtering static-sigh of pleasure over the carefully deliberate tactile exploration. “That…feels nice, my dear.”

You faced forward again as you eased off petting the underside of his metal casing and neck.

Mr. Puzzles, the instant you stopped, moved his head off of yours to then press his screen to the side of your head. Then, with a happy hum, Puzzles began to move, laying a trail of static sparks that were his kisses. The tv headed man lingered when he reached the side of your neck, holding you snugly to the line of his hunched over body. He moved a hand slowly up your side-

Mario suddenly ran by, no end in sight for being hit with that insomnia canister’s gas, yelling in frustration over his spaghetti being stolen. And something about floating doors coming for him.

The Italian’s sudden appearance startled Mr. Puzzles, causing him to take a big step backward, with you still held in his arms.

Mr. Puzzles pitched over backward with a high pitched scream of surprise. He hit the floor immediately after, but was quick enough to take the brunt of the fall. After ensuring that you were fine, Mr. Puzzles screen settled on a sly look as the man cuddled you closer and leaned in to bestow you with more morning kisses.

Yes, please.

You reciprocated, one arm wrapping around the man’s wire neck, your other hands fingers digging into the side and beneath the man’s tv head, giving both metal and cables attention.

Mr. Puzzles immediately forgot about Mario racing about on a panic. He gave you his full attention, but with an oddly increasing amount of sleepy-looking expressions on Puzzles’ screen.

Wait a minute.

“Did you get affected by that insomnia gas too?” You questioned, now that you were more awake. You noted the twitchiness as well as the way the digital eyes blinked out of sequence through a flicker of Puzzles’ screen.

“It’s nothing that I can’t handle.” Mr. Puzzles insisted, despite a yawn interrupting him with a matching expression. He blinks again, then focuses right back on you as he leaned in again, a sleepy content smile on the man’s screen. “Now. Where were we?”

Conveniently or not, ten minutes later, the insomnia gas wore off.

Thankfully, Mr. Puzzles had already turned over on the floor to lie prone, insisting you rest on top of him. This meant that you weren’t pinned to the castle floor with Mr. Puzzles’ dead weight.

As you watched, his screen abruptly dimmed to tv static after a dazed, sleepy expression of confusion crossed it.

This time, you took your phone out to snap a photo when Mr. Puzzles’ screen flickered into a funny stand-in for snoring.

Snickering to yourself at the silliness of it, you reached up to turn the dial on his casing to off, leaving Puzzles’ to rest peacefully.

After a moment of enjoying the slow rise and fall of the man’s chest, you got off of him. Carefully, you dragged Mr. Puzzles and his tall, lanky body out of the middle of the castle’s main room, and tucked a stray blanket over him before you went about your day, checking in with Smg4 and his crew.

All of those awake did find great amusement when somehow, someway, Mario ended up half off the sofa to sprawl with his shoes propped up against the top of Mr. Puzzles’ tv head, making one of the antenna press off to one side.

It was an easy way to hear when those two finally woke up.

Scandalized screaming, a thump of someone falling, closely followed by a static-filled tirade, mixed with confused Italian that at times sounded like gibberish.

20- clinging to them (1st pov)

“Don’t leave me behind with these horrible brutes!” I proclaimed dramatically while dropping to my knees, taking advantage of your frozen stare at my reaction. Eagerly, I clung to your legs, leaning my neck over to press my face into your thighs, enjoying the resulting static that built between myself and your pants fabric. A shame I wouldn’t truly be able to enjoy this for long, as I doubted I would be allowed to, ugh, not ‘spend time’ with Smg4 and some of his friends. I heard approaching footsteps, my grip on your legs tightening, yet not so much that it would cause you any harm. “Please rethink this, my dear. You don’t know what they’ll do to me when given the opportunity!”

“You promised you’d give interacting with Smg4 and his friends a chance.”

Your voice was patient, even if your touch was a little heavy-handed from the way you pinched one of my antenna with thumb and forefinger, and gave it a little squeeze.

“Do you…need a hand?” Smg4 asked uncertainly from close behind.

With a low static growl of displeasure, I turned my head to the side while stubbornly keeping my arms around your middle. With a switch to a mistrustful expression, I eyed Smg4, Mario, Meggy, Tari and Bob.

The feelings appeared mainly mutual.

Mario was staring off into the distance, as if something had caught his attention.

Bob was partway through some kind of a speech about a scheme or another.

Tari eyed me nervously, as did Smg4.

Meggy, however, looked completely and utterly unamused by my current actions, and she cast a glance toward Mario, then to me.

I pressed closer to you as I figured out the plan when I heard a dreadful sentence.

“Red, come help me get Mr. Puzzles back into the castle.”

I spat out an electrical noise of surprise when Mario was suddenly there with Meggy and both were removing my arms from their frantic hold of your legs. With a digital eyed stare and technicolor frown of despair, I look up at you, only to see pity and exasperation mixed as one. I sigh, reluctantly, when you pat the side of my head with a hand.

It seemed that I would have to stick to my promise to attempt to play nice with Smg4 and the others.

I shuddered to think the state I would return to you in after they were all through with me today.

“Farewell.” I bemoan, in response to Meggy and Mario tugging me backward. Ending up on my back, I failed I effectively while they carted me along the path to the showgrounds, I reached out my hand pleadingly toward you. “Remember me fondly, my dear, should my innards be torn asunder and I am left as a husk of myself by tonight.” I passed by Smg4, who dared to look somewhat amused by my predicament.

Tari followed along with her friends, as if Mr. Puzzles being dragged along by Mario and Meggy was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Don’t worry, he’s very study.” I heard Bob say to you.

What.

“What?!” I repeated aloud. In an impressive feat of speakers and what was left of my vocal cords, my voice actually cracked. “I’m sturdy, to point! What in the world are you planning to do with me that my being sturdy is useful?” I caught a glimpse of a room opened up within the castle itself (its main doors already opened).

Oh no.

Please.

Not the brainrot memes.

Anything but that.

I began to panic, attempting to drag myself backward with my hands, half crab-walking in my desperation, despite my legs being held in place as I attempted escape.

It was embarrassing, really.

And to add insult to this indignity that pesky plumber and Meggy gave dual yanks to my legs.

This made me collapse fully on my back again; I screamed out static nonsense while I was dragged into the castle, and into the open room with Smg4 and some of his friends. Sinister laughter (yet in a ‘we’re just playing’ way) from those gathered as the door slowly closed. I struggled, and half-turned my torso while calling out your name. Please save me blaster before it is too late!”

With that, the door closed, and I was trapped in a new kind of hell.

It wasn’t brainrot memes like I thought.

It was everyone in the room watching with varying degrees of glee as Meggy put me through a diabolical and utterly grueling training course.

By the time I was allowed to leave, my mechanical limbs were shaking from exertion and I was forced to do a tiny bit of maintenance on them with Tari’s assistance. I couldn’t even be bothered to move from the metal table in that room as I passed out to recuperate.

I awoke to you lying alongside me, fast asleep with a blanket beneath you for padding agaisnt the metal, and your arm snugly around me.

Somewhat mollified, I wrapped an arm over your waist in return, holding you close. I would ensure you wouldn’t roll off the table to the floor. Deciding to rest a bit more, I shut my screen back off. My body ached, mainly in what remained of the muscles in my upper back within metal and other assorted mechanical supports. Sore from all the strain taken from all the unexpected exercise I’d been subjected to in the training course.

Thankfully, the aches and a tiny bit of maintenance with rest was all I needed here in my home world to be back to myself in a few hours time.

Then, I would see to it that you, perhaps, might join me for a little safe obstacle course in the dimension within my mind, and perhaps a few others, if they were amendable to it.

Yes.

None of them would see it coming.

When I next awoke, I was deeply aggrieved that I was duct taped to the metal table, and cast an accusing (if playful) look up at you standing there with a smirk of triumph.

“Good morning.” You said in lieu of answering my unasked question.

“Must you restrain me so?” I drawled, sighing theatrically as I tested the strength of the gray duct tape. “Whatever did I do to deserve such treatment, love?”

A long pause.

A heartbeat and red appearing at its center must have on my screen as I reflected on my chosen words, while trapped. I needn’t have worried, as I found myself with you sprawled on my front and kissing my screen.

I sputtered but leaned my metal head up to attempt to meet you for a kiss, only to be foiled by your hands on my shoulders.

“So unfair, to not let me touch you in return.” I mourned in an over the top way, though I slyly freed an arm up to my elbow. “My love.” I crooned, successfully flustering both you and myself (again), but with successfully being able to get a hand on your hip, while I bestowed a little zap of a kiss. “I think we need to go somewhere more private, before one of Smg4’s friends comes by and interrupts us.”

You surprise me by rolling off the table (and in turn, off of me) to begin to push the metal table which apparently had wheels.

I sigh, indicating I was feeling bereft over you not being so close to me. Though I hummed with interest when you tweaked my antenna.

This might prove to be an interesting day, when you took me not back to the house, but to the back of Smg3’s cafe.

I smiled in an eager way.

Oh, I was very much interested in what was going on in your mind and what you had planned.

Smg3?

Not happy with either you or myself, but I didn’t particularly care, as I got to see you laugh.

It was always such a lovely sight to behold.

Smg3 throwing an active bomb at me?

Not so much.

[screams-in-writing]

More fluff snippets; two 2nd pov and two 1st pov. Mainly fluff, but some humor and shenanigans too.

7- falling asleep in each other’s arms

I did not like to admit it, but I’d been nervous over this party being held at Smg4’s castle. One that would end with some movies I had no input on, when I ought to have been consulted, seeing as I’d seen every moving picture that existed. Surely that counted for something, didn’t it?

Surprisingly, this party went much better than I initially believed it would.  

Sure, many of Smg4’s friends gave me the cold shoulder, or even outright ignored me, but at least no one was being outwardly hostile.

I considered this an improvement. 

It helped that Smg4 and 3 held some tolerance toward me, but I was…quite content with your company this evening.

I’d taken to settling on the sofa in a supine position, and in the past hour, you’d fallen asleep on me. 

Tari had offered a blanket, a few minutes after this. 

I’d taken the offered blanket to drape over you, very well aware and self-conscious of all the eyes on me. 

Once the attention was on the next movie, my focus went back to you, the expression on my screen softening. I didn’t notice that Tari was still watching, and had quietly ‘awed’ over the way I was treating you so gently. 

It was a surprise to me that I fell asleep halfway during the second movie. It was not as deep of a sleep as I could usually manage, but it was enough that I didn’t notice candid photos being taken of you and I, other joints in as if in disbelief that I was capable of having of such a different to myself.

8- mumbling unintelligibly into the embrace

You’d had an unnerving encounter the night before with your roommates. 

The three of you had been marathoning a movie series that weekend when the power had gone out. This meant it had been scary to hear the sound of breaking glass with no alarm blaring due to said electrical outage. Neither you nor your roommates had been able to call for help until the burglar had gone upstairs, before a cellphone was used. 

There was no answer, as it appeared all of the small town had lost its power. 

You hadn’t began to panic until you couldn’t connect to Mr. Puzzles’ world either, but before that panic could really set in, the burglar suddenly let out a yell.

A thudding sounded, indicating the person may have had an unexpected tumble down the stairs accompanied by curses. To add to the confusion, something fell from the top floor down, causing the burglar to scramble out of the way of something that then crashed. 

Something must have been flung past the burglar’s head after that, from the sound of a smaller thud against a wall. 

None of you checked; you and your roommates remained huddled down out of sight. 

The front door’s lock was opened, and a slam of the door itself soon followed, indicating that was unlocked, opened and then slammed shut. 

A pause, then Derek, one of your roommates, spoke into the tense air. “What the hell was that all about?”

You didn’t say anything, merely relieved that it was over with, hopefully. At least you were going to see Mr. Puzzles tomorrow, so you had something to look forward after that.

In all honesty, you should have figured out why the burglar had fled so suddenly, but things only fell into place when Mr. Puzzles was instantly near the gateway between your world and his to greet you.

Puzzles appeared to be getting better at gauging other people’s mood as of late, as he wordlessly accepted you into his arms. The tv headed man held you in the small room within a snug embrace. Mr. Puzzles stooped a little in order to surround you in order to offer as much comfort as much as he could. He couldn’t have possibly known what had happened, as you quietly speak into his chest what had happened. You were taken aback when Mr. Puzzles spoke in a low, fury laced tone. 

“Are you all right after last night?”

“Did my message get through?” You asked in return.

“I didn’t receive any message, so I decided to…come and check in.” Mr. Puzzles answer was a low growl with static edging into his voice. 

“You scared the burglar away.” You felt Puzzles’ arms tighten around you. 

“I don’t think he expected to find me sitting in a dark room with a ‘crazed, unhinged’ expression..” The tv man agreed without hesitation.

“Rose is going to be mad that you broke her tv.” You pointed out.

“That poor outdated widescreen tv had it coming.” Mr. Puzzles stated tartly. “As did that dratted baseball bat.” A beat of silence, then, curiosity. “Did that break too?”

“Nope.”

“Unfortunate.” Puzzles lamented, a little dramatically, as he lowered his metal head to nuzzle one side of your face. “But as you don’t want me to ‘kidnap’ people into my ‘tv mind dimension’ I had to make do with what was available. I’m…not much of a fighter.” Puzzles’ voice trailed off at the admittance.

“You might have been able to get to the police station and back before he took anything.” You lean into the hug the man still had you wrapped within. “But thanks for looking out for me and my roommates, even if they still think I’m crazy to date you.”

“You’re welcome, my dear.” Mr. Puzzles swept you off your feet to carry out of the room that held the gateway. He made a face, his screen showing annoyance before it became the resignation of one who didn’t want to say something, but would anyway. Mr. Puzzles sighed. “Smg4 said he had something to show everyone, and you are invited.”

“Think he’d be offended that I’d rather just spend some time with you after last night?”

“Doubtful.” Mr. Puzzles said quickly as he leaned his head into you again. “I’d say I’m a lucky man.” Puzzles all but purred through his speakers, as his arms tightened around you. “Ask Smg4 to see it later. He loves to show off.”

“Pot calling kettle black.” You teased, getting comfortable in Mr. Puzzles arms. 

“Ah, but the difference is that I only care about your opinion versus the others.” Puzzles’ expression flashed gleeful. “Smg4 hasn’t figured out I installed a device to randomly delete non-essential data to make him think he’s lost content, along with a little surprise.”

“Rude.” You playfully prod the side of Mr. Puzzles metal tv head. “He catch on yet?”

“MR. PUZZLES WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO TO MY COMPUTER?!” A loud shout rang out.

“Just now.” Mr. Puzzles said smugly. 

You clung to the man’s shoulders as long lanky legs took both of you off down a path with an upset Smg4 in pursuit. 

“I was just about to show everyone some really cool memes and your stupid face popped up instead!” Smg4 continued on, fall by a little behind but otherwise kept pace with Mr. Puzzles. 

“You sure we’re going to be able to hang out?” You casually asked, glancing up at Mr. Puzzles screen, which had gone to grim annoyance with a furrowed brow and a technicolor frown. 

You saw why.

The path ahead was blocked by Smg3, Meggy, and a few others. 

Almost at once, you’re set on your feet before Mr. Puzzles was ganged up on by Smg4, Mario and Meggy, the tv headed man spluttering at the way he was being manhandled back in the direction of the castle to fix whatever he’d done. 

This left you alone with Smg3, as the others had followed after 4. 

“I guess since there’s been a change in plan…any chance at a drink?” You asked Smg3. “Eggdog’s watching your cafe when you’re not there, right?”

“Ha! That scrub ruined his chance to show off whatever stupid meme he thinks is funny.” Smg3 appeared to briefly think about following the others to heckle Smg4, but at your mention of his cafe and Eggdog, 3 lit up, red eyes brightening at the prospect at getting more customers. “I guess so.” Smg3 eyed you with played-up suspicion. “You got money this time? I can’t be giving out freebies all the time. I got a reputation to maintain!”

You are pretty certain 3 would give you freebies regardless, since you actually tended to hang out in his cafe more often than the others. The fact Smg3 had live ammunition in the building was a bit dicey, but it was a fun atmosphere, especially if Swag and Chris showed up, or someone else who’d zero in on the weapons and bombs instead of the food and drinks. 

It was fascinating to watch someone suddenly ragdoll and fly out the wall without any harm.

“I do, actually.” You answered 3 as you caught up with him on the path that led to the showgrounds. “I may have…borrowed it.”

“Oh?”  A grin slowly made its way on onto Smg3’s face. “And by borrow, you mean steal, yeah? And after you said that stealing was wrong?”

“Stealing is wrong. In my world.” You clarify, with a smile of your own. “Here, it seems that ‘stealing’ is more acceptable so long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. And Mr. Puzzles has quite a lot of money he just…leaves in plain sight, so I figure a little doesn’t hurt?”

“Nice.” 3 said approvingly. “Someone needs to keep that tv freak in line.”

“I have a feeling he knows. I think Puzzles just doesn’t mind if I treat myself once and awhile with less…extravagant purchases.” 

“Ugh.” Smg3’s amusement at Mr. Puzzles’ stolen money turned to a grimace at the reminder that you and Puzzles were in a relationship. “It’s nauseating when he’s in those lovey-dovey moods.”

You laughed at the fake gag of disgust Smg3 made as he opened the door to the cafe, about to let you go in first when he saw apparently caught sight of something. He swore and tugged you back, out of the way of a sword being flung out the open door.

A heated tirade in Japanese rang out along with 3’s name as Saiko flung another weapon out.

“I did not understand a word of that other than she’s talking to you, 3.” You say, taking another cautionary step back.

“Wait here.” Smg3 grimaced as Saiko’s voice got louder. “I’ll go take care of this.” 3 stomped into the cafe and raised his voice in return, a mini battle and explosions ringing out in the cafe. 

You were never going to get used to the casual violence, especially when Smg3 returned to let you into the cafe with a dagger embedded into one of his shoulders.

“Doesn’t the hurt?” You asked, following 3 to the counter.

“Eh, I’ve had worse.” Smg3 tugged the blade out with a wince, but apart from that, the injury didn’t seem to bleed profusely. 

What?

How?!

“The usual?” 3 asked, casually tossing the dagger somewhere near his feet.

“Sure…” You glance at a pasty. “And one of those.” You exchange money before taking a seat warily at a table with Saiko. There was a sense of relief that she’d not only calmed down, but Saiko someone spoke with you, there were subtitles so you could understand her. 

That had taken some getting used to as well. 

The two of you had an animated discussion about music until Smg3 deposited your drink and pastry at the table; you caught a quick glare between the pink haired woman and the shorter man.

Luckily, Eggdog diffused the tension by hopping onto your lap. 

You cooed at the silly shaped critter and pet Eggdog, noting the softening in Smg3’s expression at the sight of Eggdog. 

Saiko’s attention went to the door, a scoff-laugh emitting. 

You and 3 look over, to see the sight of Mr. Puzzles inching his way along the ground with a determined expression, tied-up from ankle to collarbone that  didn’t allow him easy movement.  

“Lame. I would have left you stung up somewhere for people to laugh at.” Smg3 commented, then paused as he looked at you, back down at the tv headed man, then to staring Saiko down with a questioning look.

Saiko stared back, then smiled as she glanced down at Mr. Puzzles, who scrunched up defensively in response. 

“Don’t you dare!” The bound man static-growled in a higher pitch.

You sipped your drink and ate your pastry while Mr. Puzzles begged for you to help him as Saiko, Smg3 and Bob (who’d just shown up) gleefully dragged and then used duct tape to pinion Mr. Puzzles to the wall like he was a decoration.

You helped ‘rescue’ the man later once you’d had your fill of the chaos (someone had decided to hold a competition to see who could remove the most duct tape without letting Mr. Puzzles fall off the wall). 

Puzzles sulked for some time once freed, in the corner of the cafe that wasn’t as crowded. He eventually accepted an ‘apology’ for not coming to his rescue sooner via you cuddling with him. 

This, in turn, annoyed Smg3 whenever he looked up from the counter and saw the two of you there snuggling, though 3 soon turned his ire on Smg4 when he came in to show off his cool memes.

9- caressing their back while holding each other

A party was being held in the castle, and dancing involved. 

With some persuasion, you were able to convince Mr. Puzzles to dance with you. 

Since the tv headed man was comfortable enough around the smg4 crew to be (somewhat) open to being affectionate and softer around you, he accepted the offer of a dance with some dramatic flourish. He even proffered an arm to you with a pleased digital smile, as if you didn’t actually have to persuade him to dance with you.

The dancing eventually became a sway as the music switched to a slower song. 

Mr. Puzzles quietly sang to you, taking the lead again while the two of you enjoyed the peaceful moment, until Puzzles noted that you’re tiring. He ended the current dance with a flourishing bow before Mr. Puzzles led you off to the side to rest. 

Once seated on a bench, you leaned into Mr. Puzzles side while he wrapped an arm around you, shuffling closer while you slip an arm behind him too. You toyed with one of the suspender straps before trailing your fingers along his lower back, before settling your hand.

Mr. Puzzles shivered as he brought you closer to his side, humming delightedly. 

“Eugh.” Smg3 made a face as he passed by. “Don’t get so close or you two might combine into one person.”

“Isn’t that what Mario said to you and Smg4, when you attempted to take Smg4’s laptop?” Mr. Puzzles asked smoothly. “Or should I say, when you attempted to take something from off the device?”

“No.” 3 denied immediately, even as he stomped off. He paused to point warningly at the massive grin on the tv man’s screen. “Forget what you saw! I just wanted to steal his newest meme for my stream!” 

“Nuh-uh.” Mr. Puzzles had the audacity to do a playback on his screen of the incident in full view of Smg3 and a few others who’d wandered over to see what was going on.

You swiftly duck out from under Mr. Puzzles arm and his side as you hastily stand and step backward. 

3 tackled the taller man off the bench and to the floor in an attempt to try and cover up the screen. 

Mr. Puzzles let out a maniacal laugh and used the one hand bit being used to fend Smg3 off to turn the volume of his tv head up, drawing even more people in the castle over to see what was going on, including Smg4.

“Wow, I didn’t know you two were that close.” Bob commented, peering over 3’s shoulder. “Do you think I can pick up women by wrestling them for their laptop?”

“Why are you wrestling for the laptop like that?” Tari wondered.

“Hey, you stuck a usb into the laptop!” Smg4 suddenly cut in as he reached over to yank Mr: Puzzles metal head toward him.

Smg3 yanked it back to try and hide the screen.

Puzzles shifted uncomfortably but was still letting out unsettling laughter to the soundtrack of the scene playing on his screen. 

“Ooooo. That’s-a where Mario put his show of spaghetti...” The Italian was suddenly there, leaning over both Smg4 and 3’s shoulders as the latter two snap their heads to the side to glare at the former. 

“You stole my usb!” Smg3 griped.

“Mario, what the hell, man, I had stuff saved on there!” 4 added in exasperation.

Mr. Puzzles pointedly jumped to the point where Mario did, in fact, slip the usb away while the other two had been otherwise occupied try to (poorly) beat the shit out of one another.

“I don’t-a know what you’re talking about.” Mario offered hastily, despite surely seeing the screen. This was shown by Mario creating a diversion as he quite out of the blue lunged over 3 and 4’s should to punch Mr. Puzzles in his screen and ran off. Mario then proceeded to let out a ‘wahh’ soundtrack noise as he ran away. 

Mr. Puzzles let out a shriek of offense at the shattered screen, hands flying up to protect his face from further harm. 

Mario didn’t get far as Smg3 and 4 pounced on him, preventing his departure from the castle. 

“Where the hell is my usb?”

“Give it to me, Mario! Don’t let 3 have it!”

The three shorter men began arguing with one another over the missing usb, eventually taking it outside the castle when Mario inevitably slipped away, Smg4 and 3 hot on his heels.

You spent the rest of the evening petting Mr. Puzzles neck and the back of his tv casing soothingly. 

Puzzles nursed his broken screen with an air of injured dignity and fuming fury, even if the had brought it on himself by dealing with the uncontrollable force that was Mario when he knew better. 

10- reveling in their body warmth

I often found myself back on that armchair; the one that was big enough to comfortable hold my taller frame. And as time passed, I also began to spend more time sitting on it because I was curled up on the armchair with you.

I was presently holding you snugly in my arms while you dozed against my chest, your legs off the side of the armchair this time versus resting along my own. 

It was rather endearing to me when you would sleepily move closer into my chest and shoulder before settling again. 

I had my fingers intertwined with one of your own, lightly petting the back of you hand. My other arm was wrapped around your back to support you. 

You were so warm compared to me. 

A perfectly normal temperature, as one would expected of a human. 

I, on the other hand…was no longer a temperature that would be considered that of an average human. 

What remained of my human body did not adhere to the normal physics of one, nor the temperature. My torso and waist ran much cooler than your body, but it was somewhat warmer than my metal robotic limbs. 

I shook the unpleasant thoughts of my body’s state away, and chose to focus on my enjoyment of holding you close to him. When I held you like this, I could remember, distantly, what it felt like to be a human with a normal human temperature. I could feel a little warmer, when I held you so close to me in my arms. 

Tuning back into the present, I carefully nuzzled the top of your head with the lower part of my screen, causing static to build up in your hair. 

It caused a sleepy mumble to rise from you.

I chuckled lowly at this before quieting as I got myself into a comfortable position while waiting for you to wake back up.

[screams-in-writing]

Moar fluff snippets ‘cause I enjoy writing ‘em (and I need some more time to edit other wips):

13- cuddles of consolation (2nd pov)

You’re working at the cafe when Mr. Puzzles decided to visit out of the blue.

This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, since he loved to find any excuse to spend time with you. It tended to translate to him wanting your undivided attention with Puzzles giving you his in return.

But today, instead of sauntering up to the counter to flirt outrageously with whatever film he decided to recently take inspiration from, the tv headed man was more subdued.

In fact, he didn’t even look in your direction as he slipped into the secluded area of the cafe in the back corner.

And stayed there.

Interesting, and perhaps a little concerning.

Once you finished up your shift about an hour later, you get yourself a snack and a drink before joining Mr. Puzzles in the small, quiet space in the usually bustling, lively cafe.

Upon entering the small alcove, you find Mr. Puzzles scrunched up on the seat closest to the wall.

Hearing you, the man raised his head to show off a worn-out expression across his screen.

Shoving the table away from Puzzles, you sat down alongside him, which he was quick to take advantage of.

As expected, he was seeking comfort, but not in a way you’d anticipated.

But honestly?

You ought to have expected this to happen at some point when Mr. Puzzles just removed his metal television head and gingerly set it down on your lap.

The rest of the man’s body held in place, as if uncertain what to do with itself.

While you caressed the edges of the screen and the antenna, Mr. Puzzles’ body finally moved.

It scooted closer to your side, pressing up to you while an arm went over your shoulders.

“So.” You glanced down at the tv screen, and see bits of static here and there with digital eyes closed, and a content technicolor smile. “I don’t suppose you did something to upset Smg4 or one of his friends, did you?”

The digital eyes flickered open then closed at once as Mr. Puzzles grumbled something through the static in his speakers.

“Did you deserve it?”

A long, exasperated sigh emitted before Puzzles twitched his exposed neck in a nod.

“What am I going to do with you?” You patted to the side of the bowler hat.

In answer, Mr. Puzzles lifted your hand back to his antenna with the arm not over your shoulders.

“It was a rhetorical question.” You stated, pinching the metal between your fingers and giving it a little yank.

Quiet static became an interested purr of electrical sputters.

You remembered to quick turn the dial on Mr. Puzzles volune to prevent his moan and ‘please, more’ to not echo into the cafe. As you did you let go of the antenna and after seeing the confused expression, smiled at the man, and turned his tv head to face away from you as you lean into his body’s side. You swat the hand trying to return the metal tv head to its rightful spot, but you just said ‘no’. There may have been a whine over that but it could have just been feedback from Mr. Puzzles speaker at a lowered volume. Shrugging off the man’s arm, you give his tv head a quick hug before placing it on the table, and sprawling yourself over Mr. Puzzles’ lap and chest.

Being poked and prodded gave no response nor encouraged you to move. Mr. Puzzles couldn’t turn up the volume on himself with where his head was, so you couldn’t quite hear what he was saying. But you got an idea when the body’s arms wrapped snugly around you and the neck nuzzled along your shoulder.

“Ssss-ne-sne-eak-akky-yyy.”

A guttural, hoarse whisper choked out near your ear as what made up Mr. Puzzles neck lingered alongside your head.

“Your vocal cords from when you were fully human work?” You twisted in the man’s grip as you carefully run your hands along Puzzles wire-wrapped neck.

“Yeh-yeg-yes-esss.” A raspy breath. “Ddiv-diff-ifica-ga-ficul-icullttt.”

“I had no idea…” You’d felt the faint vibrations beneath your fingertips. “Does it hurt?”

“S-s-ssomm-omm-mme.” Mr. Puzzles admitted with a wheeze and even a cough.

“More difficult and painful here in my world versus yours?” You asked, petting the wires carefully down to Puzzles shoulders.

“Mmhmm.” Was verbalized mainly with a breath versus a voice.

“I’m sorry. Do you need to put your head back on?” You let go and leaned back. “I was just playing around with the volume. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Iii-issss-all-all ri-ight-ghtt.” Mr. Puzzles’ hands gently squeezed you into his chest. “Can-cannn-annn leav-eave-eve but vol-lllum-ume-e up-p-p?”

“Of course!” You lean out of Puzzles’ embrace and reach around to fiddle with the dial as a slow sigh emits. You rest your hand on top of Mr. Puzzles’ metal head. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t know.” Mr. Puzzles said simply, no upset tone in his voice. If anything, he just sounded weary again. “Let me hold you?”

You leaned right back into Puzzles’ body’s waiting arms.

As the two of you snuggled, you fell asleep, closely followed by Mr. Puzzles.

It was proof to how much Puzzles needed the comfort and how tired you actually were that neither of you woke up to the gasps and stifled screams of some of your coworkers.

As it turned out, not all of them actually realized that Mr. Puzzles’ head came off of his body.

Another coworker, who just rolled with everything he saw, snapped a picture and printed it off on the printer up in the podcast room to leave it on the table for you and Mr. Puzzles to find.

You would snatch the photo up to put on your wall at home while Mr. Puzzles, with his metal head back where it belonged, mumbled under his breath about people needing to be more considerate of other’s privacy.

That tirade ended when you planted a kiss in the middle of Puzzles’ screen with a loud ‘mwah’ sound that made someone outside the alcove wolf whistle, and another loudly announce ‘hell yeah, kiss that tv man!’

Both you and Mr. Puzzles wore matching blushes when eventually emerging from the alcove despite doing nothing but cuddling and trading kisses with one another.

14- cuddles after being touch-starved (1st pov)

I wasn’t entirely certain about this.

It seemed much too fast, even if I desperately wanted to join you with the all but open invitation given to me.

The cozy, relaxed atmosphere and the soft material of pillows and blankets before me haphazardly tossed together in an inviting place to relax was so, so tempting.

But it was too good to be true, wasn’t it?

Was I lying to myself that you actually wanted me to spend time with you?

The doubt lingered as I stared at your living room floor, covered in a ridiculous amount of those pillows and blankets.

The invitation of comfort and company was something I yearned for, yet I couldn’t help but think it was meant to lower my guard. To hurt me in some way, when I wasn’t paying attention room to my surroundings.

I lifted my gaze from the soft items to see you sprawled on a patch of it, looking entirely relaxed and at peace with the world. I hesitated a moment longer, before I lowered myself into the comfy material, and lie on my side facing you while supporting my metal head with a pillow and a blanket shoved under my wire-wrapped neck.

Uncertain when or how it happened, I soon met you in the middle of the soft bedding, and went inert, craning my neck to meet your eyes with a wary static expression.

Was this really okay?

It was, for you, as you encouraged me to indulge in the thrilling sensation of holding another person in a loose hug, with no violence forthcoming.

I sagged with an internal sigh of relief as you ran your hands over my head, then down to my neck, where your fingers lingered. Shivering at the touch, I leaned into it as you trailed your hands down to my shoulders. Letting out a faint noise, I pressed back into your gentle caressing, before going still when you moved to my collarbones. I peeked at you with an undoubtedly flushed expression across my face, the screen dancing between a full on blush and a sheepish one when one of my speakers squeaked out a funny static.

You gave me an amused look at that, then continued to explore my collarbone before you abruptly placed both hands palm down on my chest.

I sucked in an unnecessary breath, then practically melted as I noted that you were listening, in a sense, to my heart beating with the aid of mechanics within to keep it beating with all the changes I’d made to myself over the years.

Your hands remained in place, and surely you noticed the quickening pace of the heart beneath.

I reached around you to clasp my hand over yours, then brought my other hand over to lightly grasp your wrists to lead you to my head again. Settling comfortably on the pillows and blankets I sighed wistfully as you brought your fingers to my screen to trace down along through the static fuzz that reacted to your skin’s touch.

Eventually, I was overstimulated from the static building up, and scooped you into my arms while I discharged it swiftly through my antenna with a sharp crack of electricity.

While you laughed at the unexpected sound, I happily drew you even closer to me.

This had been a good idea on your part; a quiet home, a comforting sensation of the soft bedding to rest on, and the feeling of being cared for.

I would have to give you the same care and attentiveness in return when I was feeling better and could devote my attention entirely to you.

For now, I would enjoy this quiet moment.

15- squeezing them tightly (1st pov)

(Note: I. Had fun. Interpreting this prompt after seeing the wotfi ‘24 trailer with Mr. Puzzles in the engine room and drafted this before the wotfi came out).

Tags: Sort of (?) suggestive content for this one. Cause. You know. Wires. But sfw here.

-

I believed that Smg4 and his friends would soon be rudely barging in an attempt to stop me.

Well, wouldn’t they be surprised to know that I was ready for them this time?

Without a sound, I used one of the trailing cables to snap up the intruder with ease. Already, I had plans forming in my mind with how to deal with whoever it was, as I brought my now-captive to be face to screen with me for better delivery of any threat or taunt to be had.

Instead, I froze up the moment my gaze landed on you.

I said your name shakily, static muffling my speakers. Swiftly, I loosened the cable wrapped around you. Shifting my face to a strained technicolor smile and worried digital eyes beneath a furrowed brow. My voice was as shaky as my smile was.

“What are you-“ I spluttered to a halt, paused. “Why are you here?” I eventually demanded, the worry trickling into my tone. “I could have hurt you!” Anger came next, covering my fear. “You shouldn’t be here! I didn’t…why are you here?!” I unintentionally gave the cable around you a squeeze while I went about frantically barricading the engine room.

Oh, this wasn’t good.

I couldn’t-

You made a tiny noise.

My metal head snapped to attention in your direction, worried again that I’d possibly hurt you, but what I found instead was rather…interesting.

Telling.

You were flushed in the face and looking mortified about it.

“Oh?” I loomed closer while using the cable to bring you closer. A hooded look with a sly multicolored grin planted itself on my screen. “Do you happen to like this current form of mine, my dear?” I growled the last bit in a deeper tone while my smile turned into a giant, eager grin at your deepening blush. Loose cables rustled restlessly around the engine room as I reached up with a hand to go beneath you. Carefully, I settled you on my palm, but instead of freeing you from the cable around your middle, I instead playfully directed a few more cables to wind around your legs and arms. I unwound them now and again, amusing myself by making different patterns around you while you wriggled in my grasp. You did an adorable flail when I removed all the wires but the one around your middle that you finally grasped in your hands.

My laughter, the less manic kind, rang out in the large room as I slowly lowered my head closer while waiting to see what you’d do next. The entire room rattled again when I reacted to you carefully biting the wire.

Oh?

“Be careful, my dear.” I chuckled lowly and curled my fingers around you to make it so you only saw the wide grin on my screen. “I’ve got the upper hand right now. And much more.” I raised the cables and lowered them while staring directly at you.

Another bite, and a defiant expression with the blush that remained.

I didn’t know it, but I was also blushing, along with a heart rate across my face and eventual heart eyes at another bite that went straight to my body despite the cable that just question protruded out of my back.

Digital eyes met yours.

I forgot about Smg4 and the others for a moment while I lavished attention on you, and received pets to my screen that was currently much bigger than you in return.

-

Smg4 was understandably traumatized by the sight of you and Mr. Puzzles, in a bigger form connected to the engine room, making out as best the both of you could with one of you only having a screen as a face. Not to mention you were much smaller than the screen so it looked like you were trying to hug Mr. Puzzles’ screen as he held you with one hand to said screen, and one carefully cupping beneath you to make sure you didn’t fall from such a high height.

Smg4 was quick to retreat, leaving the doors open a crack, suddenly very content to wait for Mr. Puzzles to notice that he and Mario had made it to the engine room. While Smg4 was questioning his life choices up until this point, Mario just lifted a phone, eyes crossed, and took a picture. With a brighter flash than the phone ought to have had.

On one hand, it got Mr. Puzzles’ attention.

On the other hand, fighting was made incredibly difficult because Mr. Puzzles really, really didn’t want to let go of you.

In the end, you ended up being brought outside the engine room to revolve the matter. It was luck that Mr. Puzzles didn’t end up getting destroyed along with the engine room, but you wouldn’t get to see the man for awhile after he was arrested for all he’d done to Smg4 and the others.

At least you were able to visit Mr. Puzzles now and again, eventually.

[screams-in-writing]

Fluff snippets again *yeets pillows at Mr. Puzzles with aggressive affection*

I’ve found I really like to write these, so here’s three more of them (1st is more of a one-shot):

16- needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do (1st pov)

I was about to break my promise to not drag Smg4 (or his crew) into another wonderfully wacky Puzzlevision adventure.

But oh, was I so very, very tempted to do it and face the consequences, but I held back such urges, knowing that such actions would more than likely ruin any progress I had made thus far. Any non-consenting participants in a show in my mind would surely not only upset you a great deal but would also destroy the tentative peace I’d made with Smg4 in particular. 

I knew I was on thin ice, and that everything I did was scrutinized with great prejudice. 

It chaffed, but I knew that such over the top precautions were a direct result of my previous actions, direct or by proxy. 

But one thing that I did not take well to was being told my ideas or plans were terrible and/or unoriginal. It took a lot of self-control I didn’t always have to be able to prevent myself from instantly lashing out in return. 

Calm. 

I had to be calm. 

I couldn’t let this latest…disagreement force me to break my promises. 

With great reluctance, I tuned back in to Smg4’s words as he lambasted me for the changes I’d made late last night to an episode script that, in my opinion, desperately needed it. 

Smg4 should be thanking me!

Why, I took time out of my day to help him when I didn’t have to! 

I was an expert on moving pictures! 

Why wouldn’t he value such feedback from one such as me, to help his ‘funny’ reach a wider audience!

…perhaps it shouldn’t have been made so last minute but I’d not heard of it being made until last night!

“I never told you that you could just change my episode plans!”

“Smg4?” At that, I finally cut in as smooth as could be. Seeing the unamused glare, I straighten by bow tie, acting as if I hadn’t just been practically scolded for the past ten minutes. “I believe that I made your episode’s script flow better for everyone involved. If it hadn’t been clear that those changes were needed, I wouldn’t have even bothered.”

“I also never gave you permission to even look at my episode scripts!” Smg4 shot back in exasperation. “What made to think you could just go on my office to snoop around in the first place?”

I was again distracted from listening to Smg4 when I saw that you, Boopkins and Tari gad just entered the castle. 

There. 

My possible escape from making another mistake that would more than likely ruin any credibility I had left, as well as completely shatter the minimal trust I’d since gained with Smg4 and his crew. 

With a swift motion, I ran away from Smg4 and  swooped in on you for a hug the moment the castle doors shut. 

“Whoa!” You laughed at my sudden, rather desperate need for a hug from you, and laughed even more as I was quick to bring you down to the floor with me. “Hello to you too.”

I wrapped my arms around you and even tangled our legs together, making my intention to begin an impromptu snuggling session right here on the floor in full view of anyone clear.

“Oh no you don’t!” Smg4 stomped over, waving the papers in his hand, exasperated. “Fix this script right now! Put it back to the way it was.”

“No.” I said simply in return, pressing my face into your shoulder to enjoy the static buildup from your clothing. “I refuse to get rid of an obvious improvement that you just refuse to see! It’s art! How can you not see that?”

Smg4 began to toss random items at me while Boopkins and Tari made themselves scarce to avoid getting drawn into the drama. 

How rude. 

Smg4 had to have seen that you were down on the floor with me, but seemed focused on getting me to ‘unfix’ his episode script. 

I covered you with my body to prevent anything from hitting you. In return, things bounced off the back of my head and upper back, to which I grumbled crossly at. It didn’t so much hurt as it was an irritant (and the flying projectiles did mean possible harm to you if I allowed anything to pass.

However, it had merely been a distraction as the arisen assault of pillows and other items gave way to Smg4 speaking in an eerily calm tone. 

“Mario, Mr. Puzzles took out the plate of spaghetti in an upcoming script and won’t change it back.”

The words made me freeze in place while you paused, then gave me what felt like a ‘sympathetic’ pat on the back.

Oh no.

“Give me back my spaghetti tv man!” Mario came out of nowhere to seize me by the ankles. 

I automatically clung to you in an effort to avoid being taken from you. But it was a useless endeavor with Mario involved, and you picking up on what was going on, which led you to letting go of me after patiently prying my arms off from the panicked hug I’d had you in. There was a brief look of betrayal on my face before it flickered into one of pleading desperation as I scrabbled my fingers into the floor beneath me uselessly. 

“Did Smg4 ask you to make changes to my script?” You asked, making some gesture at Mario to (somehow) make him pause his efforts in dragging me backward. 

“It needed the changes.” I said stiffly. Seeing your expectant expression, my digital eyes looked off to the side, technicolor smile a frown. “No, he didn’t ask.”

“Puzzles? Do you remember what we talked about last week?” You questioned curiously. 

“I…yes.” There wasn’t any way to defend myself in this situation because I did recall what you were hinting at. “Yes, I do.”

“You promised that you’d not make any changes to other people’s scripts without running it by that person first.” You told me, clarifying the specific conversation we’d had, as there had been more than one important one held.

“I recall.” I agreed, though I didn’t say aloud that I believed I could have gotten away with such an action in this case. If only Smg4 could just be made to see that I was very good at what I did, and that he could benefit from me collaborating with him. Or at the very least, allowed me to make tiny changes here and there to make things flow better, in order to offset the stupidity that might end up happening. Not seeing any way out, I fixed you with the most pathetic, despairing digital face I could manage.

“Oh, such cruel fate.” I mournfully began before I said your name. “How can you sit there and allow this to happen to me? I thought you said you loved me.” I lamented as dramatically as I could, while I clung to the open door to prolong my exit. “Farewell, my dear. I forgive you for leaving me to a fate I brought upon myself. Remember me fondly when you watch television or a movie, as I fear I may not survive this terrible soon-to-be act of being forced into undoing all my beautifully done and very much necessary handiwork.” 

I made certain to keep my screen facing you in order to let you knew I was merely teasing, and not attempting to make you feel guilty in any way, shape or form. 

It seemed you understood when I peeked over to you. 

“It’s not going to take all day, Mr. Puzzles. It’s just an episode script. Not a movie.” Smg4 shoved one of Puzzles’ gloved hands off of the open office door. That would be a much bigger problem and-“ 

“About that…” I shoot a guilty look your way, and drop my gaze at your disappointment. “I may have…done an overhaul to the entire thing?” I shrink behind the open door, forgetting Mario still held me by the ankles. I partially closed the door myself at the blank look on Smg4’s expression as he slowly took out his phone and made a call while continuing to stare at me. 

Before I knew it, I had Mario dragging me back across the floor of the main area of the castle to its front doors, which had just opened. 

Smg3 was waiting there, looking disgruntled at being called away from his cafe, until he laid eyes on me and my pathetic attempts to scramble away. 

“What’s this all about, scrub?” Smg3 asked, somewhat dismissively, despite the eager look in his red eyes. “You finally kicking out the tv freak?”

Smg4 emerged from his office to wordlessly hold out a larger stack of papers.   

“What?” Smg3 scoffed at the lack of words but took the paper to look it over anyway. Then a little quicker as his expression went from feigned disinterest to exasperation as he glanced down at me. “Are you stupid?”

“Maybe more misguided.” You called from where you’d moved to peer out the doors as Mario just tugged me outside. 

I eagerly perked up at your defense of me, until you spoke again. 

“But if that’s a movie script and he made a lot of changes? Maybe foolish optimism.”

“Why do you betray me so?” I said your name in a dramatic fashion as I dug my fingers into the ground to try to prevent the inevitable. 

“You asked me for advice and you decided to not follow it.” You rightfully pointed out. 

I hung my head, unable to argue the point while I was dragged across the showgrounds to 3’s cafe to ‘fix’ my own changes to an episode script and a whole movie.

17- resting head in their lap (2nd pov)

After an exciting day, you were ready to wind down for the night. 

With a tired groan, you crashed hard on the sofa in the house you shared with Mr. Puzzles at the edge of the showgrounds. 

It wasn’t an hour later that Puzzles returned home too, presumably done with his own work for the day. 

The tv headed man paused alongside the sofa to lean over, a soft smile on his screen. He lightly ran his fingers through your hair with a barely audible greeting, before he reluctantly stepped away for a short time. 

The bedroom, most likely. 

When Mr. Puzzles reentered the living room, you find that your guess is right. The man had come back with a change of clothes; soft, rather sleek and elegant pants and an even softer-looking sweater.

You stared at him, then sleepily reached out with your arms, making grabby-hands at the tv headed man, whose face flickered to an amused, if still soft, expression.

You only realized Mr. Puzzles’ plan when he approached the sofa and held your stretched out arms by forearms to help you to sit upright. When you stared in a confused manner, Puzzles’ technicolor smile grew. Humming softly, he sat down on the sofa before he lowered you carefully down to settle your head on his lap. 

You were a-okay with this plan, sighing happily  as Mr. Puzzles as he began to gently thread his fingers through your hair and along your scalp. 

The sensation of his fingers felt different today. 

You belatedly realize that Puzzles had taken his gloves off at some point, likely when he’s gone to change clothes. 

It was nice. 

You liked the touch of his robotic fingers scritching along your head and through hair with soft metallic-sounding clicks. 

Maybe he needed to oil up the joints? Could Mr. Puzzles even do that with the covering he had over those robotic fingers? Had you just never heard the sound his fingers made with the gloves off?

Or maybe you were sleepier than you realized. 

You definitely were quick to snuggle closer to wrap your right arm around Mr Puzzles’ lower back. This way, you could press your face into the tv headed man’s belly, feeling it quiver with silent mirth.

But Mr. Puzzles didn’t say anything. He only chuckled lowly in presumable endearment of the sight of you as he resumed to pet  through your hair. After a time, he moved on to your shoulders, slid his fingers down your upper back to middle, then repeated the gesture, each gentle motion of his hand drawing you closer to slumber. 

“Pleasant dreams, my dear.” Mr. Puzzles’ petting eventually slowed to a halt to lightly rest his hand against the back of your neck. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

18- leaning against them (2nd pov)

You were very pleased to be able to be able to have a whole entire week of vacation time, and Mr. Puzzles had been beyond delighted .that you were going to spend six of the seven days in his word. 

But the delight finished a little, as you’d had to make certain Puzzles understood that, while you planned to spend the majority of that time with him, you did have other plans in mind. 

Namely, exploring more of the world than just the showgrounds. 

This meant that, for some of the time you spent here, you’d be traveling with Smg1 and 2, for safety reasons. 

Smg3 & 4 could have helped, but, to put it politely, those two butt heads with one another at poor times, and it wouldn’t do for you to be in sudden danger and they didn’t notice until it was too late. 

Which was why, even if you weren’t exactly ‘spending time’ with. Mr Puzzles, you knew that he was going to more than likely follow at a distance. 

You don’t blame him for the worry. 

There was a reason you chose 1 and 2 as help, as once, a while back, you’d been hurt in this world before, and it had been clearly traumatic for him; you…actually didn’t recall to much of it, since it seemed your memory of the incident cut out when the accident occurred until you woke up and wondered why Puzzles was beside himself (almost hysterical) while a few others of Smg4’s group looked terribly upset. You felt that you’d have to ask at some point what exactly had happened…

“Hello.” Mr. Puzzles voice called out to you, breaking you out of your musings. The tv headed man joined you on the patio, and stood before where you were seated on the patio swing he’d found some time ago. “Fancy seeing you here, my delightful partner.” The tv headed man’s voice held a happy lilt as Puzzles leaned over, grasping one of your hands to hold up as he pressed the lower part of his screen to it. After leaving a lingering static zap of a kiss, Mr. Puzzles let go of your hand to sit down alongside you, his right leg bumping into your left. “Does this visit of yours perhaps include staying with me overnight a few times?”

“Hi.” You press into his side, feeling him happily wrap his right arm around your shoulders, while he to traced a few fingers down your arm to your elbow.  “I don’t know, what did I tell you over the phone?” A low chuckle, but no response, so you continued on. “Do you want to join me and Mario on an adventure in the middle of the night? Maybe we can go look for the watermelon man?” You asked in a joking manner, seizing Mr. Puzzles’ left hand with yours as his right twitched on your upper arm overthe plumber’s name.

“My dear…” Puzzles began, a low guttural dip in his voice as he leaned his head over to your level. But whatever he was about to say was cut off when you suddenly pressed the side of your head affectionately to his casing.

“Of course I’m going to stay overnight with my boyfriend.” You told him, sholding Mr. Puzzles’ hand tight while he turned his tv head to enthusiastically nuzzle you in return. 

“No leaving the window open.” Puzzles sighed, briefly halting his affections to let out a theatrical shudder, no doubt thinking of past incidents.

“No open windows.” You emphasize in agreement, giving his gloved hand a sympathetic squeeze as Mr. Puzzles resumed nuzzling your head. 

Neither of you wanted to wake up to Mario just…standing there again in your shared bedroom, just staring at the two of you sleeping, only for the Italian to BLJ out of there to avoid Mr. Puzzles lunging after him with incensed and scandalized noise. 

It had happened before. 

You secretly happened to have a short video sent to you by Mario of said incident, and saved it so that you could relieve it. 

Mario was weird, but he seemed to be invested in helping you compile photos and video clips of Mr. Puzzles (and yourself), which you were actually really happy to have with you when you couldn’t see the tv headed man for a longer period of time. 

[screams-in-writing]

Going to drop 2-5 fluff snippets at a time, depending on length of each one (and when I feel like writing ‘em up). Prompts from @youneedsomeprompts blog; this is how I cope with stress and uncertainty lmao.

Reader snippets are 2nd pov, Mr. Puzzles snippet is 1st pov, just because I enjoy writing him like that.

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1-Limbs intertwined on the sofa

It was late; after along day of work and jumping across worlds, catching up with the people there, you were utterly exhausted by the time you went to go find Mr. Puzzles.

He just so happened to be resting on a sofa by a fireplace, propped up with pillows beneath his tv head and upper shoulders. He must have sensed you staring at him from behind the sofa, because his screen flickered with a sleepy technicolor smile as he wordlessly spread his arms in welcome.

You received a low chuckle from the man as you just crawled over the back of the sofa and flopped onto him with a grin.

Mr. Puzzles murmured something as he indulgently wrapped his arms around you, calm and content as you snuggle in closer to his chest.

You release muffled laughter when he ‘trapped’ you by bending his legs up to table them with yours. You wiggled around a moment until you found a comfortable spot before settling.

Mr. Puzzles doesn’t take much longer than you to rearrange himself into a supine position while he gave you a gentle squeeze with his arms.

This had you wearily wrapping your own arms around his before going inert with a happy sigh.

Soft humming rose up from Mr. Puzzles before he, too, fell silent as the two of you both dozed off.

Neither of you noticed Mario standing nearby with a phone taking a picture of the scene.

2- Getting the greatest feeling of safety from cuddling

I realized something, deep into the night that it was nearly dawn.

It was while I held your sleeping form close to my own body; not only did I experience peace and calm, but here, in this bedroom, and holding you so close, I found myself with a sense of safety and security.

A novelty, really.

There wasn’t often danger, per se, in my world (apart from that pesky plumber’s occasional antics causing me trouble) there wasn’t much that could cause me any lasting damage.

But…after spending time in the parallel world that was your home, I could now say that I had feared being trapped there, with my body slowly deteriorating.

Here?

I was well.

I even had been graciously (perhaps without yet earning it) given a house that had been made at the edge of the showgrounds. Mainly just to be able to have alone time with you, so we weren’t subject to Smg4 and his crew’s at-times crazy antics.

It was nice.

But that safety, that sense of peace and calm and, dare I say, being wanted, that I experienced?

It only truly came to light in this very bedroom, and when I was able to hold you in my arms, to see that this was real. And when you snuggled closer into my arms this now early morning?

This made me believe that everything would turn out all right.

Small steps.

Not everyone would forgive me for what I’d done in the past, but I was trying.

Small steps.

It would have to be enough, for now, that o got moments like these alone with you.

3- Desperate hugs

You barely had any time to react after opening the front door as you were engulfed in a hug the moment Mr. Puzzles stepped into the house. Gasping in surprise, you were hoisted up into Mr. Puzzles arms during to continue the embrace while he kicked the door shut and even locked it while shifting his hold on you.

Without a word, Mr. Puzzles held you closer, practically crushing you to his chest as he went up the stairs.

You rest your head on the man’s shoulder as he quietly carried you along to the bedroom.

Puzzles kept the lights off in the room but left the door open, and goes to the arm chair in the room, all without letting go of you. Not even when he sank down on the chair while settling you on his lap. Leaning over, Mr. Puzzles hugged you to him as he pressed his screen to one of your shoulders.

Settling backward, Puzzles turned his head slightly to accommodate you.

There was a soft static next to the side of your head, but no words, even though you waited for a short time.

A bad day, maybe?

Reaching out, you rest your hands on the tv headed man’s arms.

“I missed you.” Mr. Puzzles said softly as he gently squeezed his arms around you. “It’s been too long, my dear.” He gave a little static spark of a ‘kiss’ to the side of your neck.

“…it’s been half a day.” You deadpanned, while grasping one of the hands Puzzles had turned palm up, asking silently for more comfort.

“Any time is too long away from you.” Mr. Puzzles crooned in return smoothly.

“Flatterer.” You said, catching on.

“Always.”

“…you broke something in the castle again, didn’t you?” You wondered why your phone suddenly began to go off.

“I do not know what you could possibly be implying.” Mr. Puzzles said, clear amusement in his tone, but he did let go of you to allow access to the phone.

“Uh-huh, sure.” You check your messages, and see that most of them are from Smg3. They all involved many various ‘creative’ ideas he had once he saw Puzzles again, and if you liked him in one piece, then you ought to keep him with you for at least two weeks. “What in the world did you do?”

“Nothing much.” Mr. Puzzles lounged indolently on the arm chair, though his screen’s expression flashed irritation with gritted multicolored teeth. “Nothing that wasn’t deserved.” The screen changed to one of eager delight when you ended up back on his lap. Puzzles happily wrapped his arms around you again to hold you close.

“You’re going to apologize.”

“If I must.” A dramatic, static sigh. “Then I will.”

[screams-in-writing]

Mr. Puzzles being dramatic again in one of the fluff snippets I’m working on because he edited one of smg4’s ep scripts without permission (and got found out).

[screams-in-writing]

Instead of me guessing in posts when I’ll update fics and such, I’ll just pin this here and update as needed.

Performance Enhancing Coffee

As of 2/9- Ch 10 posted!

ch 11- gonna be hopeful that it’s next weekend

Hugs, Cuddles and Other Affections

This fic is where I’ll compile the Mr. Puzzles x Reader fluff prompt snippets 5-10 at a time (with minor edits).

2/11 chapters posted as of 12/4/24

Yet to be named series:

Buried Truths- (one shot) mental asylum Mr puzzles and therapist/psychologist reader. Will update as a ‘series’. (I have another one shot wip for this au)

-the cryptid au may become a series of short chapter fics or one shots once I get it figured out some more.

Other wips to be posted:

-a one shot where Mr puzzles has one of those cord tails-for silly shenanigans but mainly so an mc can bite that tail like a gremlin to get different reactions out of Mr puzzles (will get to posting it on ao3)

Misc. stuff to do:

-more of those fluff snippets

-doodle more often- may or may not post all but it’s fun trying to figure out how to draw Mr. Puzzles.

-possible drabbles of Mr. Puzzles interacting with Smg4 and co in different situations.

Asks to answer:

1 ask that will end up as a (short?) one shot

1 ask about Mr. Puzzles’ maintenance (my headcanons for the fic take part for this one)

Posted (Complete):

Missing Puzzles- one shot where reader(mc) is given a long-limbed Mr. Puzzles plush.

Never Enough- One shot of the worst possible end to wotfi 2024 I could think of, with a hint of x reader.

[screams-in-writing]

Wanna share w/ you the idea of Mr Puzzles turning off Reader's vacuum cleaner because it's "too loud" and he has to think about his movie ideas in peace

I was trying to answer from the reader pov and it wasn’t working, so I did 1st pov mr puzzles. He decided he wanted to be dramatic, then have cuddles and one on one attention. So this is fluff, with a lil end paragraph of possible future angst.

Silence could be a wonderful thing when one wanted to be focused on a task at hand, or it could be the worst thing in the world that was so soul-crushing one could find no focus or inspiration at all. 

It was my luck that it was the former, and I was delighted that you’d invited me over to your house to make use of your dining room table to work both on my own movie ideas, and the scripts of upcoming podcasts for you and your…coworkers/acquaintances. While I still believed these audio-based scripts could be better used in a television format, I wanted to be in your good graces after the…little incident in town, where I may have let slip my eventual plan I wanted for this charming place.

Through the movie script I was currently working on was, in fact, a rather charming little romance greatly inspired by those constantly running Hallmark movies. And as I’d informed your roommates, it was not a ‘blatant ripoff.’

(I would have to go through numerous drafts to make it so; curse those self-made critics picking apart my perfectly fine shows!)

In a compromise about my movie idea about your town, and the cafe as the centerpiece, I didn’t take any more townspeople into one of the many show settings within my mind that played out different scenarios of the script before me on the table (I may have not confessed to the latest batch of new actors but I would let them out soon, lest I be assured of kidnapping again; really, it didn’t harm anyone and made for great television and even better, I received great input of what did it didn’t work). 

But enough of that. 

Now that my perfect not-ripoff romance script was in decent shape, it was now the podcast scripts that were to be inspected. These scripts desperately needed my attention and my attention I would give them. 

I made remarks and suggestions on the margins, fixed grammatical errors, and even made some suggestions on an attached sheet of what could be used for references and who would be best to deliver the information for best reception. There were even a few lines that I came across made me experience grudging admiration. Even I had to admit to some things being left unchanged as it made it unique in its own way of delivering the information being spoken of within the topic of the podcast.

What I hadn’t realized at the time of accepting your invitation to do our own work within the house was that your work happened to be household chores while I worked my magic over these…decent scripts. I’d become aware of how those chores were split between you and your roommates. 

But must you really vacuum right now?

The noise was grating. 

The repetitiousness of the sound, shifting now and again as you moved that terrible contraction, drilled into my head with a ferocity that was slowly causing me to lose focus on the task at hand. 

What to do, what to do. 

I tapped my free hand in the table in thought before I perked up with an ‘ah-ha!’

Perfect!

I could use an excuse of having us both take a little break. Not only would that allow me to avoid having to listen to that dratted vacuum, but I’d get to spend time with you, without our focus on work and chores!

Taking a brief moment to arrange the papers on the dining room table (ensuring I’d be able to easily get back into it) I rose up out of the chair, stretching out my limbs, and pulling on what little muscle was still at my shoulders and thighs. 

Slumping in brief relief over the relaxation of those muscles attached to machinery, if a little achy, I made my way to the living room with a little hop in my step. 

And there you were, your back conveniently turned as you nudged a box out of the way to vacuum beneath it. 

Stealthily, I crept up behind you, before sweeping in with barely a sound as I wrapped my arms around your waist and carefully rested my head on yours, taking the opportunity to nuzzle with the underside of my head, careful to not press down to hard so as to not cause my neck too much discomfort, as tender as it was as of late.

“Hello, my dear!” I greeted while slyly turning you away from the vacuum while I turned it off. As I did, the noise dissipated, and wonderful silence took the place of the noise. “I think it’s time to take a break before we get too tired to discuss your possible participation it a show idea of mine.” I laid it on thick with dramatic flare, even turning you lightly to witness my face change to a sighing expression as I laid a free hand backward against my face. “And with that, I’d like to ask if you’d care to spend that beak time with me.” I was incredibly pleased by the face that you’d agreed with a shake of your head over my theatrics, but I was practically vibrating with excitement over getting to spend some quiet time with you without your coworkers or roommates around. 

“You’re always cuddling me, so I want to this time.”

I practically tripped over my own feet as I led you to the sofa, surprised yet flattered upon hearing your words. 

“Puzzles?”

“…I would like that.” I said, quieter than before. 

More genuine than I tended to allow for. 

After you sat down on the sofa on one side, I promptly sprawled my lower half out over the unoccupied part, carefully leaning back and smiling lighting up my face with what was likely several different technicolor shapes conveying this and my digital eyes no doubt closing partly when one of your arms went sprint my back while the other rested over my chest. Waiting for you to be comfortable, I carefully lay out over your lap the rest of the way, resting my head on the pillows you’d thoughtfully arranged. 

“You’re so lanky.”

Instead of a response, a static noise issued out of me when you lifted the hand resting on my chest to pet my head, teasing me by avoiding giving my antenna any attention but I was mollified when I felt your fingers slip beneath my hat to caress the usually unseen top of my head. It was embarrassing how quickly my entire body went limp as I sluggishly half-turned over to face you, while being mindful to keep my neck cushioned by the pillows, right before a particularly nice press to my casing caused my screen to fuzz out in the equivalent of eyes closing. 

This was a great idea.

No horrible vacuuming noise plaguing me, and being paid attention to. 

A win-win, in my option. 

And when there was light petting across my face, I would assume that my face allowed for a flicker of a content, multi-colored smile across the bottom of my screen. 

“I’ll make sure I clear my fingerprints off your screen before we get back to work.”

I let out a sigh of appreciation, experiencing quite mushy, complicated feelings over such attention being paid to my habits of a clean screen, due to the fact that this meant you’d been watching him closely enough to notice. 

“You’re not going to go to sleep, are you?”

“Only if you’re going to be the star of the dream.” I muttered, paying more heed to the sensations I was experiencing and not what was coming out of my mouth. Or rather, out of my speakers. 

There was a pause in your fingertips on my screen, before you resumed the touch.

I sank into the attention, appreciating the closeness to another. 

I was so lucky that I’d found someone who’d dote upon me and indulge me in what was likely a different kind of touch than one would normally think of. The fact that you’d touch me head so gently, and avoid poking into the vents on the side, made it nicer and more relaxing. More importantly, it was refreshing for you to be so tolerant and perhaps, (dare I say it?), fond of my presence, despite my past actions.

I could get used to this. 

But of course, it was unfortunately determined by powers outside my control that I wasn’t allowed to have anything nice in my life for once, as word of my misdeeds, both in town and on the world parallels to this one, began to come to light over the next few weeks.

[screams-in-writing]

So, what first?

A more humorous one shot of Mr puzzles getting high with bob and some others

Or

More fluff snippets of Mr. puzzles x reader (2-3 of them)

Fyi, I’m already poking at ch 10 of my long fic wip.