The Star

Okay so I know what you're thinking (Well maybe) 1. I know I write way too much Papyton, but I'm probably going to write more than just this. Fanfiction of my favorite ships/characters is the only thing I like writing anyway. 2. wtf, why is there a mature rating??? There isn't any smut so don't worry. It's just implied ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) plus there's other stuff that I guess is a little mature so... Yeah? The setting for this is on the surface, unlike my other fanfics. In the beginning MTT and Papy are friends so um yeah? Just read it, I'm less awkward when I'm writing as a character.


2. You're Perfect


      We got inside and I sat on the couch while Papyrus started the spaghetti. After a few seconds he sat next to me and gave me a blanket. "We can talk while the spaghetti's cooking!" Maybe I shouldn't talk about this, I don't want to make everything sad again but... He's the only person who won't judge me or make me feel bad... ​Tons of random thoughts ran through my head, ​I have to say something...  "Papyrus, you don't think I'm... all those things the humans called me... Right?" "Mettaton, I think you're amazing, in every way, humans have two reasons for making fun of things, they either don't understand it, or they're jealous of it." "B-but then there's the other things, they call me a slut or mis-gender me because of how I dress, I-I don't look like a girl... right?" "Mettaton, you look beautiful, you look stunning, you only look like a girl if you want to be a girl, and if you don't then you don't!" I couldn't help but smile, how does he always know what to say? "And, Mettaton, you look amazing in anything you wear, dresses suits, just an everyday outfit, even nothing! I can understand why the humans are jealous, I'm jealous!" ​Did he just...? "Thanks Papy, but did you just say I would look great wearing... nothing?" "Uh..." "Oh my god, Papyrus" I leaned in, so our faces were only a few inches apart, "That's pretty fucking gay" "I know." I kissed his teeth. "Hey, Mettaton?" "Yes, darling?" "I feel kinda dumb asking this now, but, do you like me?" "You mean do I like like you? Or like, like like you?" "Uh, the second one?" "Neither." "What? Really?" "I love you." He blushed, "I love you too!"


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