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screams-in-writing · 21 days ago

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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.

#mr puzzles x reader fluff snippets #*tumbles mr puzzles around in a dryer*#get fluff and affectionate tv man #engine room mr puzzles all ‘well hello there’#:)

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