Stuffed...|technoblade x reader|

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technoblade had walked home with y/n cradled in their arms, y/n was so cold, wrapped in three different capes and a coat but they were still freezing. "y/n you're an idiot for going out there. you're not like me, you can die." technoblade whispered softly, his gruff voice not being anything more than a mumble to unknowing ears. but he still spoke as he gently opened the door to the humble abode.

he started a fire and set y/n next to it carefully taking hot water and dapping it into their skin where there were scraps from the cold hyperthermia. he made sure to be careful, even though it was not a strong suit, not even to mention the fact he had just so happened to be very stiff from y'know, the whole "let's be imprisoned in a stuffed body with nothing more than y/n and your only thoughts for like. 5 months." yeah. it kinda left some people fucked up.

Technoblade let his mind wander, how he got to this point, his emotions towards y/n...

The fact y/n was close to Phil...

Phill HAD always talked about y/n speaking of them like a kid. Always talking about their little quirks. He had loved them so much. Though when Technoblade had said phil needed to head back to them or at least write them back phil had declined... Why though? Usually, technoblade don't worry about strangers but phil was so close to him and apparently, phil had someone else he cared about, sides it was just normal human decency. Technoblade had just let it go though. Gosh, he was stupid. It must have left y/n a wreck. Hell, it did leave them a wreck. With all the nights they cried themself to sleep, talked to technoblade about Phil, or even just looked out in the sky for the last-ditch hope that he would fly down and take them into a strong embrace... but he didn't.

Yet,,, phils crows. He had an army at them, they loudly squeak at you whenever you came near, and were always very touchy constantly peering down at your work. sometimes they would even follow you into the nether if you were close enough to phil. sometimes it was even annoying. But then there was that crow. that saved y/ns life.... how did it know where y/n was.... why did it help them... how did it even know technoblade was back to normal????.....

Where was phil?

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It took two whole ass days for y/n's hypothermia to cool down, and then finally two and a half more days for them to wake up. but when they did, they were completely out of it. they just walked around their house and did their normal jobs as if they didn't know technoblade was there mumbling something to Mr.blade.... did they forget? what had happened? their minds seemed to be jumping and confused...

It wasn't until late afternoon when y/n sat down and started to cool themselves off with some reading they noticed the pinkette sitting on the floor in front of their bed. they looked at him straight in the face....

technoblade hummed looking at y/n with interest, almost hope. maybe they would finally see the male, maybe they would forgive him for spinning it on them...

"who are you and why are you in my house?" y/n spoke calmly but he could see their hand reaching for their sword.
      "i've been here the whole time. it's me technoblade....mr.blade..." technoblade spoke standing up and shutting off his knees. "look-"
 "no, you look" y/nsaid springing up holding a sword out in front of them. "i'm sorry if i lead you on to believe that i could possibly be okay with just meeting this random dude and him being mr.blade." well apparently technoblade speaking aroused their memory... "But I'm not gonna be all giddy super tight with you just because you're Phil's favorite and you were the one I've been hauling around for like three months." they spoke in a venomous sort of tone.
      "i know." technoblade spoke holding his hands up in a surrender. "But please, give me a chance, you're a great person and all," technoblade spoke, looking at the person with begging eyes and a relaxed yet stiff posture as his monotone words seeped through y/n's spine and wavered their harshness a bit.