Mettaton X Reader

-8-

(Y/N) was once again, quite bored. She was just laying in bed on a casual Saturday afternoon, with nothing more to do than scroll through her twitter feed. That got boring quickly as well, and (Y/N) was stuck calling out to her best friend/housemate for help.

"Ali, I'm bored," (Y/N) plopped down on the couch, dropping most of her weight on Ali. She seemed to give no reaction (as she was quite used to this kind of behavior), but merely went on watching tv, and responded with, "Just call your boyfriend or something."

(Y/N) thought about it for a second. "I don't want to seem clingy. Besides, he's not really my boyfriend, remember?"

Ali laughed, pulling out her phone. "Well, hun, these pictures beg to differ." She displayed a picture of them on their date, another of them holding hands as they picked up Frisk from summer school, and the third and final was the very same picture he'd taken the day he brought her coffee to the studio.

(Y/N)'s face went bright red, as she stuttered out a statement of denial.

"Ah- nope, just call your fuckin' boyfriend and stop complaining!" She held back laughter.

(Y/N) groaned, but complied anyways. She didn't have any better ideas. Well, she did have an idea, but it was more of an add on to Ali's idea. It was a little dumb but...

'ayyyyyeeee, I'm bored, come have a sleepover' As (Y/N) waited patiently for a response, she heard the dorrbell ring. "I got it!" She called, making her way back down to the staircase. When she opened it (much to her surprise) there was Mettaton, practically squealing with delight.

"Oh dear lo- oomf!" She was suddenly picked up and spun around.

"Oh darling I'm so excited, I've seen so much about sleepovers in movies, this will be just the best  thing ever!" He went on rambling for a while.

Wow, that's adorable. (Y/N) suddenly reeled back. Where had that come from? What an oddly intrusive thought. As much as she enjoyed seeing his excitement, she knew that she should probably lower his expectations at least to a rational level. "Mettaton, real sleepovers are nothing like the ones they have in movies, you know that right? Most of the time there isn't pillow fight montages, of makeover fests, or things like that, I think."

Mettaton looked disappointed but came inside anyways, unfazed. "You said most of the time!" (Y/N)'s chest tightened at the sight of his cocky smirk. "Tonight we can make our exception!" 

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Quite a few hours had passed since Mettaton had arrived at (Y/N)'s house, and the time was entering nearly the middle of the night. They had done many stereotypical sleepover things, makeovers (makeup was now scattered around (Y/N)'s house with no hopes of getting cleaned up), pillow fights (many a pillow lost their lives that night), and of course truth or dare (which they forced Ali into because they needed and additional person to make it more fun).

"Fuckin' hell, I'm tired," (Y/N) flopped down onto the bed. She had hardly bothered to change clothes into anything more than sweatpants and a t-shirt. Getting whacked in the face with a pillow so many times really took a lot of energy out of her.