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There was silence. You has just confessed, telling Mettaton that you were in love with him, and all that you could hear, was silence. Your anxiety began to take over. What had you done? You messed up, you completely fucked up. The corners of your eyes began to fill with tears, you were about to open your mouth to apologize, but the unimaginable happened.
The agonizing silence was quickly filled with the sound of whirring fans. And, after the mere seconds that felt like forever, Mettaton took your head into each of his hands, tilted it upward, and before you knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against your own.
Small tears rolled down your cheeks as he pulled away moments later. Mettaton was smiling down at you, lovingly, he said your name softly.
“Y-Yes?”
He wiped your tears with his thumbs as he held your face. “I love you, too.” He smiled.
You weren’t sure how to respond, but since a few tears had already escaped your eyes, you began to cry.
“Oh no, dear, don’t cry.” He said nervously, pulling his hands from your face.
“I-I-I was so s-scared.” You said, crying more, putting your face into your hands.
“Oh honey, what on earth were you scared about?” He asked softly.
You took a deep breath and looked back up to him, trying to speak through your tears. “I-I-I-”
“Shh, shh, let’s go inside.” He said, opening the door, ushering you in.
You walked in with him and wiped your eyes with your sleeves. Looking up to him, he was looking at you, a worried expression painted on his face. “I-I’m sorry I’m crying, these are happy tears.” You replied, as they began to lighten.
He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I kissed you without asking.” He replied.
You felt your face head up and waved both of your hands dismissively. “N-No, no, I-It's okay.”
Mettaton sat down in a chair at the table you were at previously, motioning you over to him. You took a few steps over, and he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, your back against his chest, and he rested his chin on your shoulder. He said your name gently.
“Y-Yes?” You asked nervously.
“Tell me why you were scared, sweetheart.” He said softly.
You looked down timidly. “Well … I … Um, I was scared that … I would tell you that I liked you, and you wouldn’t like me back … a-and I would ruin our friendship … and you would hate me …” You said, looking down nervously.
“Darling, why on earth would you think that?” He asked, concerned.
You continued looking down and shrugged, you knew why, it was your anxiety, but you weren’t ready to tell him about all that.
“Well,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I feel anything but hatred toward you.”
You felt your body grow hotter and your gaze shifted from your lap, to his hands wrapped around your waist, staring at them in silence. A few moments passed before you said anything. “M-Mettaton, why do you like me?” You asked.
“What do you mean, why?” He asked, lifting his head from your shoulder.
“I mean … I dunno ... why?” You asked again.
“Darling, it might take hours to list the reasons.” He said.
“What’s the main reason?”
He paused. “Sweetheart,” He started, putting his head back on your shoulder. “I’m not sure I know the right words to explain how captivated I am by you.”
Your cheeks flushed slightly. “R-Really?”
“All I know, is that every day that I go without seeing you, is like … the night sky without stars.” He said softly, nuzzling his head against yours.
You felt your face burning and your stomach was doing somersaults. “Y-You really feel that way about me?” You asked.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true, darling.” He said softly, his voice filled with a bit of amusement.
As the heat in your face only intensified, you lightly nuzzled your head back against his. A second later, the fans. “M-Mettaton.” You said, attempting to turn on his lap, but the grip on your waist was tight, so you didn’t budge.
He laughed lightly and loosened his grip, allowing you to shift to the side on his lap, but he was still holding you tight enough in case you were to fall sideways off him. “Yes?”
You put your index finger on his chest plate, between his speaker and dial. “Will you tell me what’s up with the fans now?”
He looked at you a moment and the fans whirred. “I don’t hear-”
“Mettaton.” You cut him off, pouting.
The robot sighed. “I guess there’s no use in hiding it anymore.”
You looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“My dear, sometimes there are things that you say or do that make me very …” He paused to find the word, removing his hands from your waist and put a finger to his mouth. “Flustered. Therefore, I tend to overheat and my fans have to cool me down.”
“So … Kind of the human equivalent to blushing, in a way?” You asked.
“I suppose.”
A bit embarrassed yourself, you decide to put what he said, to the test. You attempted to shift your position on his lap, but ended up falling off him and onto the floor.
“Ah! Darling! Are you okay?” You heard him gasp.
But, all you could do was laugh, squeezing your eyes shut, holding your stomach, lying there on the ground, for a good solid minute. You opened your eyes seeing Mettaton leaning over you, his face a couple inches from yours. “H-Hi.” You said.
He smiled and stood up straight, offering you a hand. “Come on, darling.”
You took it and he helped you up to your feet. “Thank you.”
“What were you even trying to do anyway?”
You puffed out your cheeks and looked away. “I wanted to make you flustered.”
He chuckled softly. “Oh really? And how are you going to do that?”
Looking up at him, you contemplated how you would attempt this. You climbed onto the chair the two of you were just sitting on, standing on it, and now being a little taller than him, you motioned him closer to you.
“Yes?” He asked, taking a step over.
You leaned down ever so slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck, and placing a small kiss onto his forehead. Soon after, the fans whirred. “Jackpot.”
“O-Oh hush.” He replied.
You let go of his neck and hopped off the chair.
“Alright, darling, how about we head to your apartment. I desperately want for you to see it.” He replied.
You nodded and smiled. “I would love to!” You rushed and grabbed your coat, putting it on as Mettaton threw away all the trash from dinner. You put your coat and scarf on, and pulled your backpack on after.
After locking the door to the library, the two of you began to walk down the street toward your apartment. After a few minutes, you glanced over at Mettaton who was looking up at the sky, watching the snow drift down as he walked. You looked back ahead of you, and burying the bottom half of your face into your scarf, you reached over and gently took his hand.
Out of your peripheral vision you could see him look over to you. He looked back ahead and intertwined his fingers with yours.
After walking all the way to your apartment in silence, Mettaton let go of your hand and took the keys to your building out of his pocket, he had needed them to get in and out for the redecorating, so you let him borrow them. Unlocking the door he held it open for you to walk into the building. You walked in and the two of you made your way to the fourth floor.
“Turn around so I can open the door, sweetie.”
“Mettaton, I-”
“No no, turn around.”
You laughed softly and turned around. After a moment, you heard your door open, then, suddenly Mettaton put his hands over your eyes. “Ah, hey!”
“Darling, don’t protest.” He said playfully, turning you around. “Okay, so take a few steps forward.”
You did. “Okay, now what?” You asked.
“I want you to be honest with me, and tell me what you really think.” He said as he removed his hands from your face.
Your apartment had been completely transformed, you weren't even sure you were in the same unit anymore. Despite the fact that there were more things in the apartment than before, there seemed to be a lot more space. And for some bizarre reason, Mettaton somehow knew exactly what you were looking for in an apartment. You were speechless.
“Well … Do you like it?” He asked, still standing behind you.
You turned to him, only able to nod, your mouth still hanging slack.
Mettaton smiled and reached a hand over to you, pushing your bottom jaw up with a finger to close your mouth.
Blushing, you asked, “M-Mettaton, how did you even do this?”
“I was motivated to get this type of response from you.” He smiled.
You turned away and walked around, sliding your hand across the back of the new love seat, making your way over to the bedroom area of the studio. Glancing around you saw a poster on the wall, of Mettaton himself, promoting his tv show. You looked back at him, pointing to the poster. “Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
He smiled made his way over to you. “Oh sweetheart, you needed my gorgeous face on your wall, even more so now since we’re … What do the humans say?” He asked, with a pause. “Going steady?”
As soon as he finished, you couldn’t help but start laughing.
“What?” You heard him ask while you laughed.
You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye as you calmed down. “I-I’m sorry, Mettaton, no one really uses the term ‘going steady’ anymore, it’s from, like, the 50’s.”
“Well I didn’t know.” He said with a pout.
You paused, realizing what he had said a moment earlier. “W-Wait a second, y-you want to d-date me?”
He smiled. “Oh, but of course, sweetheart! I would like nothing more than to be your boyfriend.” He said, smiling sweetly down at you.
You buried your face into you scarf that was still wrapped around your neck, out of embarrassment.
As he rubbed a hand on your head, he said softly. “I mean, if that’s alright with you, dear, I don’t want to force you into anything.”
You shot your head up. “N-No, I-I would really like that.”
He smiled. “Good.”
You turned away to look more around your apartment. As you finally took your coat and scarf off, tossing them onto the floor, you eyed the bed, it seemed kind of familiar.
“Do you notice anything about the bed?” He asked, expectantly.
You looked back to him quickly. “You didn’t!”
He only smiled.
You jumped face first onto it, it was the same type of mattress he had. “This is like cloud 2!”
“Cloud 2? What happened to cloud 9?” He asked with a chuckle.
You sat up “There is no cloud 9, cloud 1 is your bed, and 2 is this bed.” You replied.
He sat beside you, laughing softly.
You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder. “Mettaton, I can’t believe you did this to my apartment, it’s unreal.”
“I’m glad you like it. I had to make due with your budget, but I’m happy with how it came out.”
You puffed out your cheeks and looked up at him. “I wasn’t going to have you pay 500 dollars for a lamp!”
“It was a nice lamp, plated in silver.” He objected.
“I don’t need a silver plated lamp.”
“Of course you-” Mettaton was cut off by his phone going off. “Sorry, dear.” He said as he took it out of his pocket and answered. “Hello? … Yes … Of course I do, that’s why I contacted you last week … Why would you think I wanted it for only 3 hours, I need it the whole evening … Two weeks? No no, I need it this week … Alright, let me get back to you, thank you so much, darling.” He then hung up.
You looked at him with a very confused expression.
“Oh darling, I have great news. I’m having a party.”
“A party?”
He nodded. “Yes, to celebrate the two year anniversary of my show! Oh, and also Blooky’s album release.”
“Oh, wow, that’s fantastic!” You smiled.
“Yes, and it’s going to be televised, It’s going to be so much fun.” He exclaimed.
“I’ll make sure to watch.”
Without skipping a beat, he replied. “Oh dear, no no no, you’re going to come with me as my date.”
“W-What?” You asked, your face growing warm.
“My date, dear. And even the events of today never took place, you would have come as my dear friend as well as the designer of the album art.”
“Oh well, I’m honored.” You blushed. “When’s the party?”
He sighed. “I’m having a little trouble finding a venue soon enough, I want it to be this saturday, but nothing is open till next.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, I’ll figure something out.”
You nodded, moving from your upright position, to lying down. Mettaton laid down and looked over at you. You looked back to him, his hair had shifted out of his face, his other eye visible. The two of you started into each others eyes for a little while.
Out of nowhere he asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Heat rising to your face, you silently nodded.
Mettaton then leaned over to you, placing his lips gently on your own. They were a little bit cold, but not really. They were also soft, but you didn’t know what kind of material they were made of, at this particular moment, you really didn’t care. Gently, you kissed him back. After a few moments, while still kissing, the two of you shifted from the side of the bed, to fully on it, and Mettaton’s legs on either side of you, he was towering over you. As the two of you kissed deeply, he intertwined his fingers with yours. After a minute or so, he gently pulled away, Mettaton then left a small trail of kisses down your neck, kissing your collarbone softly. Being caught by surprise, you gasped.
Mettaton pulled away from your neck and laughed.
“D-D-Don’t laugh a-at me!” You replied nervously, your whole body was hot, and your head was swimming.
Mettaton climbed off of you and let go of your hands as he lied down beside you, laughing lightly.
You brought a hand to your head, your head was still swimming, unable to believe that you were that dizzy after just kissing him.
“Sweetheart? You alright?” You heard him ask.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m just a little dizzy.” You admitted.
He started laughing again.
“S-Shut up!” You blushed deeply, rolling to your side, facing away from him.
“I’m only teasing.” He said in an amused tone.
You suddenly felt his hands wrapping around your waist, you gasped softly as he pulled you close to him, the two of you now spooning.
“I love you, darling.”
“I love you, too.”