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[OPEN] Give me that thing I love (I'll turn the lights out)

Who: Mettaton and YOU!
Where: The Performing Arts Theater
When: Slightly backdated to the evening of May 31st but through early June 1st
Rating: PG-13!
Summary: It’s Mettaton’s One Year Anniversary Concert! Come on in and celebrate with him!
The Story:

It’s been a strange year for Wonderland’s favorite celebrity. He’s made friends and enemies, he’s seen things both strange and hauntingly beautiful and he’s had many laughs to fill his time. He never imagined he’d be here for an entire year but it seems his contract with this place isn’t expiring anytime soon.

So what better way to celebrate an anniversary than with a performance?

During the day on May 31st posters pop up all over the mansion, on pillars and walls and light fixtures and also some rose bushes in the gardens because of course. They all have one thing in common: beautiful gold typography advertising-

MTT’S GRAND ONE YEAR WONDERLAND ANNIVERSARY! COME ONE, COME ALL, TO ANOTHER SPECTACULAR MTT-BRAND CONCERT!

CELEBRATE A FANTASTIC YEAR WITH YOURS TRULY! DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY WITH QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT! TAKE A BREAK FROM THE MUNDANE TO SPEND A NIGHT SURROUNDED BY GLAMOUR! PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND GET AWAY FROM IT ALL!

FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED, AS ALWAYS! PEOPLE OF ALL AGES AND SPECIES ARE WELCOME!

8PM TO 1AM! SEE YOU THERE! <3

The theater is ready and waiting for your entrance! Won’t you come in~?

((ooc: as always with these concerts of his, this is an open post but also a mingle! Feel free to make your own top levels under the prompts provided or create your own! Thanks for having me, Wonderland! Also, in the playlist which is linked in one of the comments below some of the tracks are greyed out; alas I couldn't fix that but there are links to the videos in the playlist itself so you can still listen to those individually!))

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[Bucky comes and stays for the whole show. In the back, like before, but more towards the center than usual. The best seat he could find without compromising his exits. He waits for Mettaton's fans to disperse, the crowd slimming down considerably, and he closes and stacks up chairs while he waits for that to happen.

When he sees Mettaton is alone, he approaches, smiling.]

That was amazing, Metta.

[He scoops up Mini, who he'd kept an eye on during the concert and was near his feet, and lifts him up so Mettaton can take him. Obviously, he wants his dad. Bucky's a paltry replacement.]

He was well behaved. Didn't cause any trouble.

[If there was anyone Mettaton was scanning the audience for, it was for Bucky. When he had caught sight of him during the performance he had blown a kiss in his direction; whether Bucky knew that was specifically for him or not didn't really matter since Mettaton knew what it was for.

When the concert is over and he steps off the stage, shaking off the glitter and stardust, he mingles among the crowd, waiting for the moment when it would lighten and he knows Bucky will appear. And appear he does, after being extremely helpful and putting away a few chairs.]

Thank you, darling. Seeing you out there helped me dance my best tonight.

[Bucky holds up Mini who beeps happily at Mettaton and the performer happily takes the little bot into his arms.]

Thank you for watching him. He ran off after a couple of songs and while I knew he could take care of himself out there, it's good to know you were around.

[He beams at the man in front of him.]

I saw you moved closer this time! Maybe one day you'll be in the front row.

[He knows that is highly unlikely but any improvement in Bucky's sense of safety is welcome.]

[Bucky hadn't assumed that the gesture was for him, but he'd been amused by it anyway. It was something completely Mettaton and had helped to pull Bucky into the concert, kept his attention when his mind wanted to wander to how many people were around him, what they were doing, if him and Mini and Mettaton were safe here.]

Did it? [He doesn't know about all that, but he's flattered.] When I first saw him, I figured he'd be pissed with me still.

[The last time he'd been around Mini, Bucky and Mettaton weren't having a pleasant conversation. He'd felt guilty about that - for both Mettaton and his son.]

Apologized for my behavior and he let me hold him while you performed.

[Which was something else that had helped relax Bucky.]

It gets easier. [The longer he's here, the more he can convince himself that the threat isn't the people so much as it is the place.] I won't miss a show, Metta.

Need help cleaning up or you got an after party to get to?

[Mettaton smiles gently as Mini takes some of the glitter on Mettaton and puts it on himself. Just because today he is feeling like a boy doesn't mean he can't enjoy the beautiful things in life!]

Oh, it's been so long since then... besides, it wasn't like Mini had been completely in the right.

[Said little bot crosses his arms, letting out a low beep. Mettaton laughs.]

Still, I'm glad you apologized. Sweetling here seems completely happy with it now.

[He snuggles Mini and Mini lets out a an exasperated beep... even as he leans into it.]

I'm glad it is getting easier for you. Even if you are never completely comfortable here, your presence at all is always welcome. And yes! No after party since usually those are in different venues and there's nowhere else to go to here. So all that is left is regular clean up.

No, but he's a kid. He's allowed to make mistakes.

[Bucky's not. Well, not those kind. At least he should've been more considerate of Mettaton's son's feelings.]

Couldn't stand the idea of him hating me. [He reaches out and runs the tips of his metal fingers along Mini's head.] It helps you're here.

Mini, too. People I know I can trust.

[He might never be fully comfortable, but he was trying and he was damn proud of himself for it.]

Well, all ya gotta do is tell me where you want me. Sweeping, chairs, trash.

[Mettaton grins at Bucky's words, leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He pulls away, his grin still in place, even as a small kernel of regret sets in at his actions. He shouldn't have done that.]

That was the correct answer!

[He says it in a light and teasing tone, trying to play off any potential awkwardness his movement may have caused. Concerts always make Mettaton feel like he is on top of the world; that he could do anything. And sometimes it makes him a bit rash.

Funny how a small kiss feels like a huge risk nowadays.

Mini lets out a delighted chirp at all the of the attention he is getting, his lights glowing warmly.]

Trust is a very important thing to have nowadays. I'm glad you have it in me.

[The words slip out despite his better judgement. He continues to cling and linger around those he loves despite the obvious weakness they all are to him. He hopes he learns his lesson one day.

His smile grows into a smirk.]

Well, you're always welcome to sweep me off my feet, but I think helping sweep the floor would be a better use of our time.

[There is quite a large amount of confetti and glitter everywhere. Once more he can't hold back his silver tongue and he only hopes that Bucky will play it off like him.]

[Bucky doesn't mind the contact and he tries to let that show through a display of open body language. He's only comfortable with two people touching him, but he knows that him and Mettaton are still working through things. If the robot wants to kiss his cheek and they're comfortable being affectionate, then Bucky wants that. If Mettaton decides that's not something he wants, then Bucky respects that, too.]

Bet Sugar'd like to see you. [He's rubbing Mini's head, but he glances up at Mettaton with a small smile.] We should do a playdate or something.

[He rolls a shoulder, then narrows his eyes at Mettaton's comment. Bucky takes a step back, eyes flicking from head to toe, sizing him up. His own arm, the metal one, looked as if it were lightweight but it was dense and put strain on the rest of his body if he wasn't careful. Looks could be deciding and now he's kinda curious if he can pick Mettaton up.]

Now, I know this is one of those questions you ain't supposed to ask, but can I? Sweep you off your feet, I mean.

[Literally. He almost wants to try, see if he can do it, but he doesn't want to just pick Mettaton up without asking.]

[Bucky doesn't recoil, doesn't react negatively to Mettaton's movements and the robot relaxes a little. There's a part of him that still wishes for what they had before, but increasingly that part is getting smaller and smaller. He thinks maybe with a little more time, he'll be able to look at Bucky as a friend and nothing else.]

Oh, I've missed the little kitty myself... we absolutely should.

[Promises promises, Metta! It's hard to stay away from Bucky, always, no matter how much his mirror drills it into his head. He's glad he can't see him right now making plans.]

I... oh.

[Is he asking to try and lift him? Mettaton feels a blush coming on and tries to make himself look like he is thinking.]

I mean. I am made of steel so I can be quite heavy... though I distinctly remember you being able to lift one of my legs with little trouble awhile back.

[He winks cheerfully. He'd loved the feeling of his leg around Bucky's hip all those months ago.]

If you want to try, well, I certainly won't stop you.

[The idea of being held completely in Bucky's arms is an exhilarating thought that the robot will not pass on if given the chance.]

[Bucky really wants to try. He could do it. He's stronger than the average guy, can jump off buildings and you know, be real tough.]

Don't think you're that heavy.

[Least, he hadn't been. All those months ago when they'd been close, the robot's leg pressed up against his side. Bucky takes a step in, brow furrowed, hands on his hips as his head cants to the side.]

You sure? Cause I'm gonna do it.

[He doesn't really wait then, having been given permission. Bucky takes Mini and gently sets him on the ground, patting his head, before straightening back up. He places a hand on Mettaton's back.] Ready?

[Using his metal arm, he bends down and hooks it beneath Mettaton's legs, sweeping them out from under him. He's got Mettaton in his arms, bridal style, and he's managing quite well for about ten seconds before his legs shake and they're going down. Bucky twists and tries to make the fall easier, and they land in a pile of limbs, Bucky splayed out over Mettaton with a grin on his face.]

Sorry.

Oh, I am absolutely sure-!

[He lets out a surprised squeak as Bucky doesn't wait to try and lift him, making sure Mini is safe and sound as the man sweeps his legs out from underneath him. Mettaton falls as gracefully as anyone taken by surprise can, which is not really at all and he falls into Bucky's arms easily.

He's suspended then, completely at the Mercy of Bucky's grip and his face is flushed. There is no denying it and he relaxes a bit into the hold. Let him enjoy this for however long he can. Though it's not just the low level romantic feeling to it he is enjoying but also the novelty of being held in this manner. More often than not he's the one carrying someone else so to have the tables turned is a fun experience in and of itself.

Alas, it only lasts for a few seconds before Bucky crumbles and Mettaton lets out a completely undignified yelp as gravity takes hold. His back hits the ground and Bucky ends up lying on top of him and Mettaton is at first startled. But very quickly he devolves into laughter, even as Bucky apologizes.]

It's quite all right, darling, you gave it your all and actually held me for a moment there! That's more than I was expecting.

[It's silly and probably the most playful Bucky can remember being in a while. Mettaton makes him feel young and nowhere near the hundred that he is.]

If I practice, might be able to do it longer next time.

[He stays active, but is nowhere near as focused on training as should be. Bucky can tell that some of the hard muscle is gone, and all the food he's been eating has thickened him. Most days, he doesn't mind. It's nice to be comfortable enough not to worry as much. Now, though, he wishes he was stronger so he could've held Mettaton longer.

Bucky stays where he is, tapping Mettaton's chest while smiling down at him.]

Where's your faith, Metta? Longer than you expected, huh.

[He pushes up to his knees, unconscious of the fact that he's straddling Mettaton's thigh. Bucky reaches out and tugs the robot up to a sitting position.]

[Everything feels so light and airy and Mettaton laughs again. He hasn't felt this light-hearted since the Citadel.]

Pumping iron to carry iron? How poetic~!

[His laughter devolves into giggles and it occurs to him as Bucky taps his chest that this position is positively scandalous in nature and he absolutely hopes that someone sees this.

...Well ok he hopes one or two people don't see this, but that's about it.]

I'm just being realistic, Bucky!

[He's a big hunk of metal no matter what form he is and it's understandable that a human might not be able to carry him without the aid of magic.

Then Bucky sits up and accidentally straddles his thigh and before Mettaton can begin to voice his awareness of this even more interesting position they're in, Bucky pulls him up.

Oh boy. They are both... rather close now. And his semi-wish that certain people don't see this increases even as he looks to Bucky's lips and the impulse to close the distance between them suddenly spikes. But even as it does spike, another part of him in his mind chimes in and he smiles gently, even if it's a bit sad.]

All right, Bucky. Let's get up now.

[His mouth quirks - good joke, Metta.]

Realistic, pal? I can probably do it for longer now that I know what I'm working with.

[Bucky starts to lean in, unaware that his position is inappropriate and causing any problems. Being close to Mettaton is easy, it's comfortable. He enjoys that he can feel this way and not worry about the other's hands on him, doesn't think about the damage they could do.

Then Mettaton's smile goes a little sad, he tells Bucky to get up, and he can't move. His hand lifts, the tip of a finger tracing the outline that sad smile and a rush of guilt flows through him, strong and heady. He did that. He made them this way. Even casual touching can't happen anymore because Bucky ruined them. His lip trembles before he can catch it and he pushes back, sliding away from Mettaton to stand back up.]

Sorry about that.

[He turns a little to the side, swallowing and breathing out heavily before turning back with a forced smile.]

I don't know what I was doing.

I look forward to it, then!

[He does, actually. He hopes that all instances of Bucky needing to carry him will be in fun not in anything... tragic.

His eyes widen at Bucky's touch, an intimate gesture that would suck the breath out of him if he had any. As it stands his cooling fans whir in response and he wills himself to relax. This doesn't have to be romantic. This doesn't have to be sexual. This can just... be.

Bucky looks like he's about to cry as he gets up and Mettaton feels so awful. He made it like this. He made Bucky feel like this was his fault.]

No, darling, it's ok.

[He's standing now and he reaches out for his hand and holds it.]

I am the one who should be sorry. I'm getting better with this, really, it's just... taking time. One day it'll be ok. I promise.

[His promises don't usually hold water but he hopes this one will.]

It's not okay.

[Bucky had to take some responsibility for this. He squeezes his hand and doesn't let Mettaton put anymore space between them.]

Please don't apologize for how you feel. I can't stand it.

[He couldn't change things between them. He couldn't give himself to Mettaton in the way that he wanted. Bucky's trying to accept the fact that the rift between them is his fault, too. Mettaton didn't chose to have feelings for him, but Bucky was the one that wasn't as honest or responsible as he should've been.]

I'm the one that should apologize. I never.. [He pauses.] I never said I was sorry for not telling you sooner. I was selfish. I wanted you both.

[Bucky worries his lower lip between his teeth.]

I can relax with you. You can touch me and it doesn't hurt. I wanted to keep that and have him too. I didn't think about your feelings or what you were going through. And I'm sorry for that.

[Bucky holds onto his hand and it's like an anchor, keeping them both in place. Perhaps reaching out to him wasn't the smartest idea in the world but he doesn't regret it for a moment.]

Bucky...

[He wants to apologize again (who is he, Napstablook?) but he listens to what Bucky says and keeps his mouth shut.]

There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish.

[It's a feeling he knows very well. But the apology feels nice.]

Well. Thank you for saying that. Really.

[He puts his other hand on top of the one holding Bucky and smiles again.]

Things will get better. I just need more time. But eventually we'll be able to be close again without all of... this.

[It's hard to put into words the lingering feelings he still has and how he's attempting to lay them to rest. But it's happening. He knows it is. Because even as he wishes they could be close and forget the rest of the world, he finds himself appreciating Bucky just like this. Two friends trying to make their way together.]

There is when it hurts someone else.

[Bucky won't back down from that thought. He's been selfish, using Mettaton as a source of comfort without giving him time to move on. It wasn't right or fair.]

I'd ask to start over but I don't want to. Not really.

[He'd take the bad with the good over pretending like it never happened at all. Bucky squeezes his hand, stepping in again. Slowly, he brushes Mettaton's hair back from his forehead.]

There.

[Bucky smiles and then tips his head towards the room.]

What if we skipped clean up and went and had a drink? Maybe go for a walk, take the kids.

[He doesn't have much to say to combat that. It's a lesson that he's been slowly learning himself over his time here in Wonderland so he lets that slide without any protest.]

I don't want to start over either, Bucky. What we have is too... precious for that.

[Despite it all, Mettaton can't imagine not having Bucky be involved in his life in some way, shape, or form. Bucky squeezes his hand and brushes the hair from his forehead and Mettaton smiles. There's still that lingering, traitorous hope that something might happen but it feels mostly like static now. Something distant he can easily ignore.]

That sounds absolutely lovely, dear.

[Maybe the end of all these emotional knots is just around the corner.]

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