Flip My Switch [Mettaton x Reader]

Chapter CATORCE

It was dark when your eyes fluttered open and you stirred from having briefly dozed off as you and Mettaton spoke. Well, it was really Mettaton talking and you trying not to cry again. Oh, and the kissing; brief kisses that were barely more than a brushing of lips, sweet and reassuring ones, and maybe a couple more that got the tiniest bit intense. So what if you had a couple slightly bruised marks on your neck now? It was “accidental” anyway. Nothing you couldn't hide.

Well…

Maybe you should have thought farther ahead into the future. Although, you would admit that you probably wouldn't have cared even if you thought about it when he was gently nibbling away at your skin with his delightful fangs.

But all of that excitement had led to exhaustion, which led to you falling asleep as you cuddled up to Mettaton's body. He had smiled, he hadn't complained or questioned you, and just enveloped you in an almost loving embrace, taken your hand in his own, and finally pressed his lips to your forehead. It was the kind of affection you never really thought you'd experience, yet here you were. You wondered why you had protested against this for so long when it felt so lovely.

Oh, yeah. That was right.

You were scared. You weren't necessarily scared of Mettaton, though. You trusted he believed that he felt what he was demonstrating to you, but you were still scared that you would be hurt. You had been friends for only a short while, and feeling these emotions for even less. It was a risk that you were scared to take. Even though you and Mettaton were good friends already, there was so much you still didn't know about him and who he was. Before, you could just write it off as a normal thing, something platonic and just a result of his being over affectionate. But things were changing. You didn't know why and you didn't want to admit it, but they were.

You weren't just friends. You weren't really together, either. It was somewhere in between, and now that you could finally admit it, you hated that in between. Your heart longed for one thing, your logic for another, and you were stuck. Completely, utterly, terribly stuck. It wasn't any help that you didn't know where Mettaton stood. Well, not entirely. There was very good reason to believe that he wasn't completely impartial to you. Very good reason being things such as sleeping with you as well as kissing you and holding you and calling you “love” on more than one occasion and oh boy, how blind  you had been to ever think that his affections were just platonic.

Still, the little voice of unnecessary reason whispered to you again. This was only ephemeral, it was a fleeting moment that would pass as soon as he realized there was so much better beyond you and your house. He'd leave you long forgotten in the past. Again, the same argument came up. People like Mettaton didn't like people you, not really. It did not work that way. No matter how much you wished that it did, you knew better.

He just thought he cared, he only imagined that there was something between you two and be acted based on that imagination. As far as humans went, he was only familiar with you and Frisk. The only thing even possibly attractive about you to him was the charm of how human you were. You knew how he idolized the human race, how he obsessed over his longing to be human. Feeling for a human was probably something that made Mettaton feel that he himself was more human. Above all else, you didn't want to just be that one human he dated before he knew what love was. You didn't want to become a forgotten name from a forgotten time of infatuation without reason. If being important to him meant that you needed to remain as his friend, then so be it.

You would not let your heart be broken by a pink robot that wore stilettos.

Although, it seemed like you came closer to that each day.

What a world.

You brought his hand, still linked with yours, to your lips softly. You tried to be as gentle and subtle as possible so as to prevent his waking up. You wanted to gaze adoringly at him and think dreamy thoughts for a little longer. Unfortunately, a pleasantly familiar mechanical whir reached your ears and you groaned audibly. Now you would be expected to interact and hold a conversation when you really just wanted to cuddle and maybe kiss a little more.

“H-hello, d-d-darling-g,” Mettaton's voice reached you, jittery and broken as he ran a shaky hand through your hair. There was a part of you that still wanted to lay there and pretend that you had never heard him, but you were just the least bit concerned about whatever was going on with him. Something didn't seem quite right. Still, you didn't want to immediately draw attention to it if it was actually normal and something he was embarrassed of. You decided to opt instead for stupidity.

You closed your eyes abruptly and spoke, “Nope, I can't hear you. I'm still asleep.”

You could hear his exasperated sigh and peeked your eyes open, giving him your best grin as you muttered, “Hey.” You probably looked and sounded like a hot mess. Oh well.

He laid in apparently conflicted silence for a time before struggling out,“I n-need t-t-to char-arg-ge, m-my d-dear.” His voice slipped in and out of pitch and with a static quality to it. It sounded like it hurt him to speak, but you didn't want to ask and force him to answer in this state. You nodded and instead thanked him for staying with you and helping you feel better. He tried to chuckle, but couldn't quite get the sound right. He made do with a simple but sweet peck to your lips after disentangling himself from you, and you gave him a tired smile with your eyelids already drooping closed again.

As he left, you took one of the pillows from his side and cuddled it to your body, allowing yourself to inhale the scent of metal and strawberries and just him.

You weren't quite sure what had caused the sudden change in your opinion towards the whole situation. You weren't certain why you were now comforted by the simple way he smelled. You didn't know why you now were so transparent in your feelings and why you needed him with you. For now, you just buried your face in his pillow and pretended that the soft material was the hard metal of Mettaton's body. It was so different from just a few days ago. It was almost like a switch had been flipped, and everything was changed.

You never wanted to go back.
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A/N: But does he feel the same?

I don't watch Steven Universe I just like the music

Song: It's Over, Isn't it? by Deedee Magno Hall/Rebecca Sugar (idk I got varied results someone help)

Yes, yes it is.