#mettatonxpapyrus

(theres some suggestive stuff in here, just a warning. Also, if anyone wants to draw any of these please @ us, we’d love to see it)

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Papyrus: Are you trying to seduce me? Mettaton: Why, are you seducible?

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Mettaton: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Papyrus: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Mettaton: Seize the dick.

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Mettaton: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Papyrus: The dishes. Mettaton: Wh- Papyrus: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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Papyrus: We both look very handsome tonight. Mettaton: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Papyrus: I couldn't take that chance.

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Papyrus : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Mettaton: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Papyrus : O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Mettaton: Is it working?

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Mettaton: I like your new pants! Papyrus: Thanks, they were 50% off! Mettaton: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks* Papyrus: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Mettaton: Thats’s… not what I meant. Papyrus: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Mettaton.

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Mettaton: Do you want to know your gay name? Papyrus: My... my gay name? Mettaton: Yeah, it's your first name- Papyrus: Haha. Very funny Mettaton- Mettaton: *gets down on one knee* And my last name. Papyrus: Oh- oh my god.

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Papyrus: What are you in the mood for? Mettaton: World domination. Papyrus: That's a bit ambitious. Mettaton: You are my world. Papyrus: Aww... Mettaton: Papyrus: Mettaton: Papyrus: OH.

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Papyrus: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine. Mettaton: Marry me.

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Mettaton: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Papyrus : *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Mettaton: That one. I want that one.

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Papyrus : Is something burning? Mettaton, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Papyrus : Mettaton, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Mettaton: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Papyrus : Nope, there's 26. Mettaton: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T. Papyrus : Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one. Mettaton: You'll get the D later ;).

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Mettaton, pointing: May I sit there? Papyrus: That's my lap Mettaton: That doesn't answer my question, Papyrus.

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Papyrus: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Mettaton: It’s not a joke. Mettaton: *sniffles* Mettaton: I’m a legit snack.

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Mettaton: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Papyrus: I wake up at 4:30 AM Mettaton: Mettaton: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Day 4: AU (we chose True Ending)

WE FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER, THIS HAS BEEN READY SINCE THIS MORNING, MY GOD

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Day five: Cooking

Theyre both pregnant dads who love cooking, so why not some cooking themed shirts? <33

Mettaton’s shirt says “cooking up a miracle” which is in reference to the baby in his tummy

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Day 1: Puzzle!

I love the idea of the two of them knowing each other as kids <3 I like to headcanon that Mettaton’s buoyant confidence comes from his memories of little Papyrus 

Day 6: Fire

A crappily-written short fic about Mettaton’s complications with love. We believe that he has some issues with staying connected with people. We aren’t amazing writers so please dont go at us lol.

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Mettaton’s love is like a yard of campfires.

He couldn’t help but cringe every time he thought of it like that, but it was the one metaphor he was always drawn back to. The one way he was accurately able to explain it to those he trusted enough to confide in.

Love, be it romantic, platonic, familial, or something else was like flames in Mettaton’s soul. Burning, flaring, warm but overwhelming and painful when one gets too close.

The flames of love, however, needed substance to stay alive. Constant attention. Otherwise, they would dull into embers. His love for Blooky and Alphys had once dulled down to embers as he stopped hanging around them as often. But, those flames are now of decent health, after rekindling his friendship with them both.

Mettaton was fully aware that his experience was not how most Monsters feel; most Monsters loved strongly, regardless of how often they saw or interacted with the person of their affections. But with Mettaton, if left alone for too long, the flames would dull into plain old embers. Embers that would only re-ignite when fueled with attention and adoration.

Of course, Monsters require love to be healthy. That’s why bonds and relationships are so important in their communities. This, combined with Mettaton’s complicated fire, is why Mettaton enjoyed his shows so much. The attention and affection kept the most important campfire of them all alive; the one that kept his soul in decent health.

 It was of great surprise that when Mettaton met his tall-skeletal boyfriend, his flames for Papyrus never seemed to dull, even under great strain. Papyrus’s own soul provided such a strong substance of love that Mettaton had never seen before. A strong, passionate, constantly-fueled flame of which Mettaton had never seen or felt waver, even under the worst arguments and cruelest behaviors from Papy’s loved ones.

It awed Mettaton. It gave him a floaty feeling, one that made him burst into giggles, and his face warm. Even when he was miles away from Papyrus, he could still feel that love. Through texts, phone calls, sticky notes, and mail. Papyrus never seemed to run out of fuel, and Mettaton’s flame of romance never died down. It only burned brighter, and harder, until it felt-all consuming.

 He had yet to tell his sweet boyfriend about his troubles with loving others. But, he hoped, maybe from example alone, he could learn how to love like Papyrus loves.