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X Reader Cafe

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Hello everyone! I’ve decided to open a little X Reader fic cafe hehe. Order (ask box) what you want and I’ll write it! Example: if you wanted a Vox (from Hazbin Hotel) strangers to lovers fluffy one-shot rated T you would order fried clams (vox), strawberry cheesecake, bacon wrapped pork, pizza with sausage, and an espresso.

QnA

Q: How do I order specific characters?

A: Ask for the dish that is the media the character comes from, then put the character in parenthesis afterwards. Ex: fried clams (vox) or seafood salad (Riddle).

Q: I want something specific to happen in my fic that’s not on the menu, what do I do?

A: write down any tags and plot points you want after your order. Ex: fried clams (vox), strawberry cheesecake, bacon wrapped pork, pizza with sausage, and an espresso. Please add hand holding, and an office party.

Q: The dynamic I want isn’t listed under main courses, what do I do?

A: Order nothing from the main course and just tell me the dynamic you want.

Q: Does this cost money?

A: Nope! The menu thing is just a fun shtick :).

If you have another question, just ask and I shall answer. Your request will be posted on both Tumblr and AO3.

Edit 5/14:

Thank you for your order, here you go!

The Other Side of the Screen

Mr. Puzzles has kept you kidnapped and brainwashed for you don’t know how long. Suddenly, he frees you. You don’t know what he’s planning but you’re not going to fall for his tricks! Even if he is surprisingly charming…

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: T

Tags: flirting, brainwashing, kidnapping, enemies to lovers, make out, fade to black sex, bottom Mr. Puzzles

You’ve been falling for a long time.

It’s surprisingly peaceful, the falling. Like taking a nap while wrapped it blankets. Everything is dark and warm and you feel safe, but at the same time you can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

And then you wake up.

You gasp and choke like you’ve just surfaced from water, flailing your arms madly. You blink slowly, looking down at your fingers and flexing them one by one. “Hello?” you call out. No response, but you have full control of your body and that’s enough for now. You stand up and look around for the first time. The room you’re in is simple, yet well furnished. It’s an average bedroom, except for the bars covering the windows. You try the door and are surprised to find it unlocked.

You cautiously step outside into a hallway that is far more dilapidated than the room you were just in. Grey stone walls coated in dust, and a cold stone floor. You cautiously creep through the hallway as you try to piece together how you got here. I was with the SMG4 crew…and then suddenly I was here. I hope the others are ok.

You make a mental note to keep an eye out for the others as you continue your trek. You walk for minutes before stumbling across you first room. You carefully push open the door, peeking inside. “Hello?”

You’re immediately hit with a wave of cigarette smoke that leaves you coughing. Through the haze you can see a figure. You can’t quite make them out, but their head is weirdly shaped. Like a television set. The figure quietly stands up and starts walking towards you. Unsure of what to do, you stand your ground as the figure steps into the light. “Hello my dear.” The figure purrs.

Your hackles raise immediately as you take a step back. “Who are you? Where am I?!” you hiss.

The figure laughs like you’ve just told him a hilarious joke, and mimes wiping a tear from his eye (does he have eyes? He has a screen for a head?). “Who am I? Oh, that’s hilarious! I’m none other than Mr. Puzzles, director extraordinaire.” He bends down to kiss your hand, and you can’t help but flush at the sensation of his screen against your skin. There’s a slightly tingly feel where his mouth was, like you’ve been zapped.

“And you,” he continues “are (y/n) (l/n) my beloved lead actor!”

“Lead actor?” you sputter, too overwhelmed to think.

Mr. Puzzles’s smile widens as he puts a hand on your back, dragging you into the smokey room. You see that it’s covered in screens and to your horror, you realize that you’re on almost all of them. They’re playing videos of you acting (though acting may be too strong a word for the oddly canned performance you’re giving) even though you don’t remember filming any of these. “What is this?” you whisper.

“Your greatest moments as my lead actress of course!” Mr. Puzzles coos. “I must say, I’m obsessed with your acting my dear. With you I’m sure a five-star rating is guaranteed!”

“Five…star…” you echo still staring at the screens.

Mr. Puzzles continues like you hadn’t even spoken “I am sorry I had to brainwash you dear, but I couldn’t have you saying no. I even brought along your friends so you wouldn’t be lonely!”

Okay, so this man was clearly batshit insane. Unfortunately, you had terrible taste in men, and he was completely your type. He clearly had a thing for you, so you quickly formulated a plan. Flirt with him until he’s putty in your hands, get your friends (somehow), and book it. Not the best plan ever, but not bad for what you were working with.

“Hmm. Nobody’s ever gone that far for me before. You really think so highly of me?” You try your best to make your tone flirty, but you don’t really know what you’re doing. Surprisingly, it works. A bright red line appears on Mr. Puzzles’s face.

“Well of course!” He sputters. “I’ve seen you in that talentless hack SMG4’s videos, and to speak plainly you’re the only good thing about them.”

You give a pleased hum, dragging your finger up Mr. Puzzles shirt. “Is that so?”

He turns even redder at your touch and stutters out something unintelligible, eyes never leaving your hand. Ok, you thought seducing him might be easy but not this easy. You can feel heat pooling in your stomach as you take one of his hands in your own.

You back him into the wall and lean in, so your faces are inches apart. “Use your words. Tell me how I’m so incredible you just had to have me.” You meant to add ‘for your show’ at the end, but this intense flirting is getting you a bit hot and bothered.

“Y-you’re beautiful.” Mr. Puzzles murmurs, eyes not quite meeting yours. “A-and the way you light up the screen every time you’re on camera is…magnetic. I can’t look away from you.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the praise. You were supposed to be seducing him goddamn it! There’s a beat where the two of you just stare at each other, not saying anything. Then your mouths collide and you’re kissing like your life depends on it.

You grab the sides of his screen, and he squeals in delight and you pull him closer to you. You end up on your back with him on top of you, peppering you face and neck with kisses that feel like little electric shocks. You drag your tongue across his antennae and he shudders with delight.

“Bedroom.” You rasp. Mr. Puzzles nods quickly, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you across the corridor. You’ll have plenty of time to get your friends and escape.

For now, you’re going to have some fun.

You don’t have to ask me twice!

1. Hugh Morris, who is currently married to my self insert mii, Currently trying to impregnate him (I want a child)

2. Pomni, whom I have not made an outfit for yet. I swear I will make her something soon!

3. Apple, my oc, a serial killer clown. Why yes, I am fond of IT by Stephan King, how did you know?

Some may say “Platinum! Three clowns is far too many!” To which I respond “more clowns shall be added soon”

Minors DNI :)

That man is a BOTTOM

He could be convinced to top, but he very much prefers to bottom

The praise kink of all time

He needs constant reassurance that he’s doing good, he gets really nervous during sex (“Is this ok my dear? Can I keep going?”)

He is LOUD, constantly screaming and moaning

Says your name a lot and professes his love for you repeatedly. Super sappy.

Likes to use his hands (fingering and hand jobs)

He’s not a big fan of quickies; he sees sex as something that should have time and effort put into it

Adding on to that, he likes to romance you/be romanced before sex. Taking you to movies, buying you dinner, etc.

He loves getting blowjobs, but he has to be careful to not shock you while you’re giving them. 

No matter what, sex with him has a slightly static, tingly feeling

His cum tastes slighty sour, and has a tingly mouthfeel (think citric acid)

Overall a very gentle lover, his view of romance has been highly colored by Rom-coms

Thank you for your order, here you go!

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We Interrupt This Broadcast

You and WPNZ jokingly flirt with each other a lot. It’s all innocent fun, but it makes Mr. Puzzles upset for some reason. You decide to find out why.

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: M

Tags: flirting, mutual pining, misunderstandings, confessions, making out, implied sexual content, fluff, friends to lovers

“How about this one?”

You step out of the dressing room, doing a little spin so WPNZ and Mr. Puzzles can see the whole outfit. Mr. Puzzles screen flicks to a contemplative expression as he stares you up and down. “Hmm. The material and the sleeve length are fantastic, but I’m not sure about the color. Your thoughts WPNZ?

“Huh? Oh, you look great doll. Real smokeshow.” Despite WPNZ obvious attempt to appear enthusiastic, the compliments come out flat and you can’t blame him. You’ve been shopping for the better part of two hours. All you wanted was to stop by the mall to pick up a new fancy outfit for a heist you’re planning to pull, but Mr. Puzzles has managed to find fault in everything you picked. You knew he wasn’t trying to be rude (the man was simply a perfectionist at heart), but God you wanted to go to the food court. At the same time, you didn’t mind too much. You’d had a crush on Mr. Puzzles since you first met, and you found his perfectionism kinda cute.

“Alright, I’m picking this one.” You announce, slipping back into the dressing room to change into your day clothes. You hear Mr. Puzzles start to say something, but for some reason (probably Toomp and WPNZ giving him murderous glances) he shuts up.

You step out of the dressing room and get in line to check out. WPNZ places a casual hand on your shoulder. “Glad you went with that one sweetheart; I almost fell head over heels when you came out of that dressing room.”

“Aww, I was just trying to look half as good as you WPNZ.” You retort with a grin.

The two of you continue your playful banter until you reach the cashier. After paying, you notice somethings wrong. “Where’s Puzzles?”

Surprise flickers across WPNZ’s face as he looks around for the TV head with no luck. “Huh. Didn’t even see him leave. Y’think something happened?”

A small burbling sound interrupts your speculation. You look down to see Toomp in the shape of an arrow, pointing outside of the store. Sure enough, Mr. Puzzles is there, leaning against the wall with an upset look on his screen. You and WPNZ exchange a confused glance and walk over to him. “Hey Boxhead! Is somethin’ wrong?”

Mr. Puzzles startles at the sound of WPNZ voice but quickly regains his composure. “No, nothings wrong. Come on, you wanted to go to the food court, right?”

You nod, and Mr. Puzzles grabs your hand before you can speak. He practically drags you to the food court, WPNZ and Toomp trailing slightly behind. “I can walk on my own y’know.” You say dryly, but your words don’t seem to register with Puzzles. He doesn’t let go of your hand until you reach the food court.

The four of you get your food and sit down, but there’s a noticeable tenseness in the air. The meal is mostly silent, but your mind is racing, trying to figure out how the mood turned sour so quickly. You make eye contact with WPNZ, mouthing the words ‘do something!’ He nods lightly. ‘Got it.’ He mouths back.

“We bought a lot of food, huh?” WPNZ says, cocky grin on his face. “Still, I think (y/n)’s the best snack at the table.”

You snicker into your noodles while Toomp makes a displeased burbling sound at the bad joke. “Wish I could return the compliment, but I don’t think metal would taste very good.” You smoothly retort.

WPNZ leans across the table, still grinning. “I think I taste just fine sweetheart. But you can find out for yourself if you want.”

You laugh again, and the mood feels far lighter. You’re about to make another joke, when you’re cut off by the sound of a chair screeching across the floor. Mr. Puzzles has stood up, and you can’t miss the upset look on his screen. “Thank you for inviting me, but I think I’ll be heading home now. Enjoy your date.” He stalks off before you can say anything, leaving you bewildered.

“What’s up with him?” you muse, turning to face WPNZ. 

The hitman doesn’t answer for a few seconds, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, he slams his hands down onto the table. “Oh shit! (y/n) you gotta catch up with Boxhead, quickly!”

“Wh- huh?” you stutter as WPNZ pulls you out of your chair. “Why?”

“No time to explain, hurry up doll!” WPNZ responds, giving you a light push. “Call me after the two of you are done talking.”

With that, you’re off running in the direction Mr. Puzzles left. Your mind races with possibilities as you try to figure out what WPNZ knows that you don’t. But by the time you reach the mall entrance, you still haven’t found Mr. Puzzles. You’re too late. With a sigh of frustration, you pull out your phone to tell WPNZ the news, when you suddenly hear a sniffling sound. You turn, but the only thing to your left is the janitorial closet. You cautiously push open the door and find none other then Mr. Puzzles leaning against the storage shelves, quietly sniffling. “Puzzles? What’s wrong?”

Mr. Puzzles practically leaps into the air at the sound of your voice, his terror punctuated by a cartoonish shriek.  “(y/n)?! How did you find me? And…why did you follow me?”

You slip into the closet, shutting the door behind you. “You seemed really upset. I just wanted to make sure everything was ok.” You answer, purposely ignoring the first part of the question. 

Mr. Puzzles sighs, not looking at you when he speaks. “I don’t mind if you date WPNZ, I’m just not sure why you invited me.”

“…I’m sorry, what?”

Mr. Puzzles makes a wild gesture, nearly hitting you in the face with his hand. “The constant flirting! The jokes! Again, I don’t mind but I would have appreciated a little warning-“

Mr. Puzzles is cut off by you grabbing his head with both your hands. “Puzzles. Me and WPNZ are NOT dating.”

Mr. Puzzles blinks. “You’re…not?”

“No! We were just messing around! I love WPNZ to death, but not romantically.”

“Really?”

“Yes! I mean, the one I have a crush on is you so-“ You clamp your hand over your mouth as a blush begins to burn on your cheeks. Holy shit, you just said that out loud.  

Mr. Puzzles stares at you, eyes wide. “Actually?”

You nod, still too embarrassed to speak. Mr. Puzzles raises one hand and gently cups your face. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers.

You can barely breath as you smash your face into his. Mr. Puzzles lets out a surprised grunt before enthusiastically reciprocating. You can feel static dancing on your tongue, and small electric volts course through you as you deepen the kiss. Mr. Puzzles pulls you on top of him, and the two of you crash against the wall, still making out desperately. 

You break apart to breathe, both of you panting heavily. “How long have you had a crush on me?” Mr. Puzzles asks breathlessly.

“Since we met. I’ve just been too scared to tell you until now.”

Mr. Puzzles laughs dryly. “What a coincidence, I’ve had a crush on you since we first met too. I wish I’d said something sooner.”

You smirk and lean back in. “We know now, and that’s what matters,” You mumble against Mr. Puzzles mouth. “Now, kiss me again.”

Mr. Puzzles obliges, wrapping one hand around the small of your back and positioning the other against the back of your head. You skirt your fingers below the waistband of his overalls, and he moans softly at the touch. You’re ready to keep going when suddenly…

“Hey! The hell’s goin’ on in here?!”

You roll off Mr. Puzzles with a squeak of surprise. The janitors returned, and he’s not happy. You and Puzzles dart out of the closet, yelling apologies behind you as you make a mad dash for his car, ignoring the janitors enraged screaming. Once you’re safely on the road, you both burst into laughter.

“Could have been worse,” you shrug, popping a piece of gum in your mouth. “I mean, we still had our clothes on.”

A jagged red line of blush appears on Puzzles screen. “God, don’t even joke like that. I’d die from humiliation.”

You chew on your gum as Mr. Puzzles keeps driving. “So, where are we going?”

The line of blush on Mr. Puzzles’s screen becomes more pronounced. “I was thinking perhaps my place. To finish what we started?” 

You grin. “Sounds good to me.”

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The waitress raises an eyebrow, slightly concerned about the amount of burgers you're ordering. But she decides not to question it as she gives you a plate of

Comfort Show

Being an effeminate trans man isn’t easy, and a particularly tough day leaves you crying on a park bench. What you didn’t expect was for a man with a TV for a head to show up and comfort you.

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: M

Tags: hurt/comfort, platonic relationship, transphobia, crying, strangers to friends

TW: Transphobia! If that's triggering for you, you might want to skip this one.

Social media was such a double-edged sword. On one hand, it allowed you to easily connect with your online friends and fandoms. On the other…

‘Lol I thought you said you were trans? Why tf do you look like a chick?”

Your heart sinks as you look at the comment on your latest post. The post wasn’t even about you bring trans, but comments like this seem to creep onto your posts regardless of what they’re about. You take a deep breath and delete the comment. It stung, sure, but arguing with the guy wouldn’t help anything. Best to block and move on.

You continue scrolling, but barely a minute has passed when your feed dings, alerting you to another comment.

‘Ugh, I hate people like this. Make real trans men look bad’

You shake your head in disgust. ‘Real trans men?’ What the fuck did that even mean? You’re about to click on the delete button when another comment pops up.

‘I know right? Hate it when girls fake it for attention.’

Your finger hovers over the screen, shaking slightly from rage. Who the hell do these people think they are, putting arbitrary labels on other people’s genders? What was the point of it?! You’re halfway through typing a biting response, when you suddenly pause. There’s no point in interacting with trolls like this, better to just step away from social media for a bit. Maybe you’ll take a walk. Clear your head a bit.

You get ready on autopilot, slipping on some comfy clothes and sneakers, mechanically making your way out the door and closing it behind you. It’s a cool, cloudy day and you can’t help but feel like the weather matches your current mood. You try to think of positive things, but the comments of those trolls keep creeping their way into your head. You speed up slightly, almost like you’re trying to outwalk the bad thoughts, but you just can’t stop thinking about the comments.

Tears begin clouding your vision, pooling in your eyes faster than you can wipe them away. You know it’s stupid, you know there isn’t any point in caring what other people say. But you can’t help it, you’re only human, and the cruelty hurts. You give up on trying to stop the tears, and sit down on a nearby bench, burying your face in your hands. As you quietly sob, you feel the gazes of people walking past you, but nobody stops to check on you. Not that you expected them to, but it would have been nice. It’s just when you think that that you feel someone sit down next to you.

You look up, vision still blurry with tears to see a tall, lanky man with a television for a head staring at you, a concerned look on his screen. He doesn’t speak at first, seemingly unsure of what to say. “Are you alright?” he finally asks, voice soft and worried.

Your immediate reaction is to nod your head. This man is a stranger after all, and you don’t want to worry him with your problems. But the genuine concern in his voice gives you the courage to whisper a small “no” before dissolving back into tears.

The stranger waits a little bit, allowing you to calm yourself slightly. Once you’re no longer hysterically sobbing, he speaks up again. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“Oh, um. I don’t want to burden you. It’s really nothing, I’m overreacting-”

The stranger cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “Nonsense, whatever it was it clearly affected you! Don’t write off your own struggles for the sake of others comfort, it won’t solve anything.”

Though tears still blur your vision, you can’t help but smile a bit. “O-ok. It’s stupid really…some people online were being bitchy about my gender.”

The stranger makes no move to stop you, so you keep talking, the words coming out in a rush. “People online just assume so much…like, just because I don’t look like a stereotypical trans dude they feel like they can call me ‘fake’ or say that ‘I’m just doing it for attention’. Most of the time I just brush those types of comments off, but I got a lot of them today and…I don’t know, I guess it just got to be too much.”

The stranger doesn’t speak for a bit, and for a second, you’re worried you’ve overshared. But right as you open your mouth to apologize, the stranger places his hand gently on your own. The touch is comforting, and you realize that you’re no longer crying. 

When the stranger next speaks, his voice is quiet, interlaced with an emotion you can’t name. “It’s…annoying how people assume they know everything about you based on the slightest glimpse into your life. I know it’s hard, but don’t listen to them, alright? You are valid, no matter what others say.”

You smile, lightly squeezing the stranger’s hand. “Thanks for listening to me rant. I actually feel a lot better now.”

The stranger stands, screen flickering to a smile. “Glad to hear it my dear. Hold on one second, if you please…” The stranger rummages around in his pockets for a second before pulling out a slip of paper and a pen. He quickly scribbles something onto the paper before handing it to you. “This is my personal cell number. Give me a call if you wish to talk again, about anything.”

You fold the paper carefully before putting it in your pocket. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

The stranger turns to leave, but you quickly grab his arm before he can. “Sorry, I don’t think I got your name.”

Surprise flickers across the stranger’s screen as he speaks. “Ah, yes. My apologies.” The stranger dips into a theatrical bow. “Mr. Puzzles, director extraordinaire.”

You can’t help but giggle at the overdramatic introduction. Mr. Puzzles stands back up quickly, straightening his bowtie. “I really must get going, but please don’t hesitate to contact me again.”

“I won’t.” you promise, waving as Mr. Puzzles leaves. You sit back on the bench, replaying the afternoons events in your mind. You hadn’t expected to make a new friend, but you certainly weren’t upset about it. With a smile on your face and a skip in your step, you begin the walk back to your apartment.

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Don't Touch That Dial!

Mr. Puzzles recently joined the SMG4 team, but you still don't trust him. To fix this, Meggy locks the two of you in a room, refusing to let you out until you become friends. Things happen.

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: M

Tags: locked together, enemies to lovers, fluff, nicknames, light smut, making out, implied sexual content

“This can’t be happening.”

Despite you repeating those words for the last ten minutes, it seemed like ‘this’ was indeed happening. You were trapped in a tiny room with none other then Mr. Puzzles, who was quietly drumming his fingers against the wall while you panicked.

Neither of you had any idea how you’d gotten in this room, you’d simply woken up in here. The door was locked, and you had no way out nor knowledge of why you were trapped in here. You paced across the floor, hands clasped behind you back as you tried to think of a plan. Mr. Puzzles simply watched you, leaning against the wall with his legs crossed and hands folded in front of him.

“My dear, could you stop pacing? You’re giving me a headache.” He didn’t even look at you while he spoke, and his tone was that of an exasperated adult trying to make a child stop a tantrum.

You wheeled around to face him, snarl on your face. “Well, I don’t see you coming up with any ideas smart guy! Just because you’re part of the SMG4 crew now doesn’t mean I have to trust you. I know you’re planning something, and I’m gonna find out what!”

“Of course you are,” Mr. Puzzles responded dryly. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that I honestly want to make amends?”

You were about to snap back a response -something about how he kidnapped you and all of your friends less than a year ago- when a sudden high pitched ringing cut you off. “God, what is that?” you ask, quickly covering your ears. Mr. Puzzles doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t need to, as the answer reveals itself seconds later.

“Hello? Can you guys hear me?” You recognize that voice, it’s none other than your beloved inkling friend Meggy Spletzer.

“Meggy? Oh, thank fuck! Puzzles and I are trapped in some room, you’ve got to-“

“Hold on a sec (y/n),” Meggy interrupts. “I put you two in this room for a reason.”

“Pardon?”

“Me and 4 noticed that you’re not getting along very well with Mr. Puzzles. So, we decided to put you in this room! You can’t leave until you learn to get along.”

Puzzles takes this as his chance to speak up. “Meggy my dear, you can’t be serious. For reasons unknown to everyone, (y/n) hates me.”

“Wh- reasons unknown?! You tried to kill me!”

Before you can start a full-blown argument, Meggy cuts in. “See, this is what I’m talking about! I’ll check back in in two hours. If you’ve made nice by then, I’ll let you out. Bye!”

“Wait Meggy-!” Too late. She’s gone. You slump against the wall with an angry sigh. “I guess we live here now.”

“You can’t be serious. You would rather never leave this room then become my friend.”

You don’t bother answering, and the two of you sit in silence for what seems like hours but was probably less than a minute. “I do truly regret my actions. I was lonely and misguided and-“ Puzzles searches for the words to finish his sentence but can’t seem to find them. The room falls silent again. 

“I’m sorry.” Mr. Puzzles mumbles, and for the first time in many minutes you look at him. The look on his face does seem genuinely remorseful…but that could easily be yet another trick to get you to trust him.

“Why TV?” You ask. Mr. Puzzles looks up, surprise flickering on his screen.

“I didn’t have many friends when I was young. Just my television set. TV is…everything to me.”

Despite yourself, you could feel sympathy welling up inside you. “I kinda get it.” You say, not quite making eye contact with Mr. Puzzles. “I didn’t have much as a kid either. I was kind of…weird I guess.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Mr. Puzzles smile at your confession. You feel your cheeks heat up slightly, though you don’t know why.

“Perhaps we’re more alike than we first realized.” Mr. Puzzles says softly.

You scoff, turning your gaze to the floor. “Don’t get cocky Puzzleboy. I still don’t trust you.”

“Ugh. Hate that.”

“What?”

“Puzzleboy. You really couldn’t come up with anything else?”

Despite yourself, you grin. “Like Mr. Puzzles is any better. What’s your real name anyways?”

“That’s classified information dear.”

“Sure. In that case, I’m going to keep using Puzzleboy.”

While you talked, you’d subconsciously gotten up and started walking over to Mr. Puzzles. Only now did you realize that you were right in front of him, your faces extremely close together. A faint pink line appeared on Puzzles screen as the two of you looked at each other, neither daring to speak or move.

Mr. Puzzles raises his hand, stopping it inches away from your cheek. “Is this ok?” he asks quietly. You nod, and he gently cups your cheek, his glove soft against your skin.

You lean forward, moving your legs so you’re straddling Mr. Puzzles lap. The pink line on his screen becomes darker as you slowly lean in for a kiss.

Your lips meet, and an electric shock shoots through you. Not enough to hurt, just enough to tingle lightly as you deepen the kiss, steadying yourself against the wall. Puzzles moans slightly against your mouth as you lick his screen, one hand still on your cheek, the other hovering just above your back.

“Please...more…” Puzzles whispers as you shift slightly, taking his CRT head in your hands, and pulling him up towards you. You’re fully on top of him now, one of your legs between his as you continue your make out session.

“Do you want to?” You mutter against his mouth, tracing the waistband of his pants.

“God, yes.” He whimpers. You smile, and begin unclasping his overalls but before you can finish…

“Stop! For the love of God, stop!” Meggy shrieks. Both you and Mr. Puzzles shoot up in surprise.

“Shit, I completely forgot about Meggy!” you hurriedly shimmy off Mr. Puzzles, trying to tame your static frizzed hair while Mr. Puzzles wipes spit off his screen. “Sorry!” you call out.

Suddenly, one of the walls falls away, revealing the exit and a frazzled looking Meggy. “I guess I got what I wanted. Monkey’s paw and all that.” She says, one eyebrow raised as she surveys you and Puzzles.

You shrug apologetically and Meggy giggles. “Alright. See you back at the castle for dinner.” With that, Meggy leaves, leaving you and Mr. Puzzles alone.

“That was…unexpected.” Mr. Puzzles says, blush lines spreading across his screen. You laugh lightly, taking his hand in yours.

“Come on. We can finish what we started after dinner.”

Mr. Puzzles smiles. “Sounds perfect my dear.”

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Dating Mr. Puzzles Headcanons (SFW)

Super clingy. He always has an arm looped around yours/is holding your hand/has an arm around your shoulder, you get the idea

Adding on to that, he loves to cuddle. His ideal night is watching movies with you while cuddling

All his ideas about romance comes from movies, meaning he’s a bit basic- er classic

Loves giving you flowers, chocolate, and stuffed animals. They’re classics for a reason!

His pet names for you: dear, love, my heart, sweetie

Takes you to the movie theater ALL THE TIME

He’s a fantastic cook (“I do watch a lot of cooking shows my dear!”)

Since you started dating, he’s made a lot of romance movies. They’re not very good, but you like watching them with him anyways.

WPNZ and Toomp like you a lot. WPNZ is constantly joking that you’re way too good for Puzzles (“a doll like you dating a guy like him? No accounting for taste, eh Boxhead?” “Kindly shut up WPNZ”)

 His love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. Compliment him or give him a hug, and he melts

He tends to overthink things, but you’re there to stop him from spiraling

Similarly, if you’re having a panic attack of any kind, he’s right by your side doing whatever it takes to support you

WPNZ bought him a “I love my (girlfriend/boyfriend/partner)” shirt ironically, but Puzzles wears it all the time (Why wouldn’t I wear it? I want the world to know how much I love you my heart.”)