Flip My Switch [Mettaton x Reader]

Chapter ONCE

Perhaps, before this narrative continues, a moment should be taken to explain that you were not a romantic person. Kisses, hand holding, feelings, none of these were anything that you were good at. You didn't really have frequent occasions where it was necessary, so you were okay at being mediocre in the romance department. Why bother improving in romance if you were never going to experience it?

But, by goodness, if kissing your robot friend in the kitchen on a Sunday morning when you were barely awake wasn't the most romantic thing you'd ever experienced, you didn't know what was.

Well that was a thought you had never thought you would think.

And it wasn't like he was incredible or the kissing master of the century. You didn't really have a good point if comparison, but you felt like he was maybe just average. Yet, that didn't quite matter, and it was the best and most romantic thing you had experienced in your life so far, and probably would ever experience to be honest. Even though you really shouldn't have been doing this and oh, would you look at that, here comes the anxiety again, flooding into you and making you tense up in Mettaton's grasp and you're pretty sure your brain just ruined the moment.

Stupid brain. 

Except, maybe it didn't, because he pulls back from you and looks down at you brightly with a little exhilarated smile and somehow that saves everything from turning weird and awkward. For another moment, you allow yourself to admire his face and his smile and those adorable itty-bitty fangs that he had for some reason. Goodness, he was beautiful. You couldn't stop thinking that, over and over and over, because it was true. You idly wonder how weird it would be if you went in and kissed him again, and you're honestly about to. 

Unfortunately, it was all ruined by a certain little sister's quick gasp. Damn her inconvenient timing, interrupting you from-

Oh no, you were not  supposed to be kissing the robot. Shoot, shoot, shoot, abort mission!

"Frisk, uh." You struggled to break free of Mettaton's grasp. He did not comply. "What's up?" You glared sharply at him and you were released after an apologetic smile that seemed rather faked. 

"Were you guys doing what I think you were?" Her voice was somewhere between rapture, excitement, and disgust. The type of voice that only the most skilled of preteens can use.

"No," you quickly spit out as Mettaton speaks. "That depends on what you think we were doing."

A questioning glance in Mettaton's direction is the correct reaction to that little comment, you suppose. Of course, you had little to no care about the proper response, and instead hit his arm, asking, "Why would you say that?!"

He shrugged with a small, amused smirk as you rubbed your now aching hand. "It's the truth, after all."

"Oh, shut up," you rolled your eyes at him, retrieving the briefly forgotten pastry from the toaster. "Besides, Frisk," you began after taking a quick bite, "You saw nothing, and can prove nothing."

"I can prove that you two were making out."

"Frisk!"

"What?" She smiled innocently. It was so fake that you could gag.

"Firstly, you're like three, okay? So you shouldn't even know what that is. Secondly, are you really gonna throw me under the bus like that?"

She quietly and quickly muttered that she was ten before Mettaton came over to you, saying, "Please, darling, it's not like it was murder. What's so wrong about a little kiss?" His weird noodle arm went around your shoulders, pulling you against his side.

"Who's side are you on here?" You asked him. His arm remained around you, and you let yourself lean against him. What? Name one good reason why you couldn't be close to him.

"My own, of course," He answered you without missing a beat. You stuck your tongue out at him, childishly. He sneered.

"You two are like cutely gross," Frisk suddenly stated, apparently bored with the exchange.  She walked past you to retrieve food and sit at the table. 

"You're just jealous," Mettaton taunted. You pulled away from his side briefly to get a proper look at him and shoot him a questioning glance that he didn't see.

"Why would I be jealous?" Frisk actually laughed at that, the cute little giggle of a girl that was still too young to care about finding love and fearing that she would die alone. You know, just everyday, normal thoughts. 

"Because we're too cute," Mettaton answered, pressing his lips against your hair as if to punctuate it. You pretended that you weren't blushing. You probably were.

"We? Not we, you," you said. When he appeared confused, you sighed, "Please, Glitterbot, I am literally a human trash can."

You meant it jokingly, or semi-jokingly, but apparently a certain person had not picked up on that.  Oh no, you recognized that look. The indignant, defensive, you're-about-to-get-told-off-by-a-pink-robot look. Okay, time to just shrink away from him and-

"Darling! How can you say that?!" He even did the little foot stomp. You tried to suppress a laugh and shook your head dismissively.

"I was joking, Glitterbot," you tried to lightheartedly explain, but he was having none of it.

"If I have to listen to you put yourself down one more time, sweetheart, I may just, well I don't know what will happen. But it will be bad!" he said in frustration.

You cut him off to say, "Chill. You don't want to blow a fuse."

He seemed torn between throttling you for that awful joke and pursuing his earlier rant about how you were 'positively fabulous, darling!'. He settled for a middle ground, saying, "Oh, that was terrible," and then, "But anyway, you should give yourself far more credit than you do, my dear. Right, Frisk?"

At the kitchen table, Frisk's head popped up and she said with her mouth still full, "I wasn't listening to anything you said."

Mettaton groaned loudly and went to the nearest chair before dramatically throwing himself into it. For a moment, it appeared as though the chair would topple over, and you laughed aloud with Frisk as he steadied himself. He rolled his eyes and allowed himself to laugh a little bit. A very little bit. And then a little more, and his laugh made you laugh and Frisk laugh and now you were just three idiots laughing in the kitchen on a Sunday morning one with a half eaten Pop-Tart, one with a smile that could stop hearts, and one that needed to make a decision, and make it soon.
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A/N: 10K was completely astounding, and now 12K??? I don't even know how to thank you darling corpses enough! And don't you fret because this was a short, not really fluffy chapter. More fluff is to come!

Also, a shout out to RonaToresu for my fabulous profile pic. Idk what it'll be when you're  reading it, but you should look at it atm. It's adorable and, gah, I love it. Anyway, she has a ton of stories on her profile, including a MTT x Reader that is particularly adorable, so go ahead and check her out! 

Quick question: Would you guys prefer a non-canon Valentine's special on Valentine's Day(Like last year) or a canon chapter updated then?
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So I've decided to link you guys to the song I listened to as I wrote and/or edited the chapter, just for fun. Also, I see other people doing it sO wHy nOt

Song: Kill All Your Friends (Live Demo version) by My Chemical Romance

Idk it was stuck in my head during rehearsal so I was just bopping to it on repeat. It doesn't really fit the chapter bUT HEY that's not the point