Ahaha, my first order at this restaurant :D
I like to have Mini Burgers (Mr. Puzzles), Strawberry cheesecake, and coconut cake, alongside with potato gratin, and an espresso. Thanks! :D
Thank you for your order, here you go!
(Want to make your own order? Check my pinned post!)
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.
Tags: flirting, mutual pining, misunderstandings, confessions, making out, implied sexual content, fluff, friends to lovers
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.”
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.”
“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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