𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑙 | Technoblade X reader

28

TW: Strong Language

"Here you go..." Y/n focused as she put a bowl of soup with a straw in front of Technoblade.

This was the fourth day since Y/n had come back from her short break at her home out in the countryside. Her and Ranboo took shifts in taking care of Technoblade because he needed to be watched all the time because they were all so scared that he would run off trying to find and kill that "stupid son of a bitch" but Y/n always was able to calm him down and read him a story out of his favorite book. Almost like a child, which he hated.

But Y/n made it more bearable.

He would get riled up about every 2 hours since he wasn't so used to being stuck here in a bed all day, every day. But he was getting more and more impatient since he was healing and getting healthier everyday.

"Thank you Y/n." He sighed after eating the same meal for every meal for the past 4 days.

"Let me know if it needs to be hotter or what not." Y/n said as she took a seat next to Technoblade with her bowl of soup. Y/n ate the same thing as he did because she felt like she didn't want him to be the only one suffering and having to eat the same damn thing every day.

"Can you actually make it a little hotter please?" He asked politely after taking a small sip. Everyday he's been able to drink it hotter and hotter, which shows his improvement with the sensitivity in his throat.

"Yea for sure." Y/n said walking over to the fireplace, placing the bowl near the heat turning and mixing the bowl to heat it up evenly.

Whenever Ranboo heated up the soup, he always just placed the bowl there for an extensive amount of time until he heard Technoblade's stomach rumble.

Then he remembered that the soup was there, but almost always forgot that the bowl was hot, which always made Technoblade laugh especially since he saw it as a way of karma getting back at him for forgetting to feed him.

Yet Y/n always made his soup with such care, and love. When she was done warming up Technoblade's soup, she placed it carefully on the tray in front of the sick along with the straw.

"Thank you."

"Not a problem." Y/n smiled before sitting back down and started eating the potatoes in the soup.

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?" Technoblade asked as Y/n took a sip of her soup before putting it down on the night stand that filled the space between the two of them.

"Yea sure."

"Have you ever been in l- love?" He stuttered out causing Y/n to giggle a little.

"I think I have?" She questioned herself. "I've only been in public school for a little bit, before my brother and I were homeschooled." Y/n explained as Technoblade nodded his head in understanding.

"Oh ok."

"Yea. Why what about you?"

"Well I think I might be you know?" He started making eye contact with Y/n keeping a straight face.

"Aww that's nice. They must be very lucky." Y/n said breaking away eye contact to start back on her soup.

Shit she didn't catch that.

"Yea they are." He said trying again. "Do you know who?"

"No?"

"Do you want to know?" He asked testing the waters.

"If you're okay with it." Y/n replied, putting her bowl back down.

"Okay well... It's you." He cringed a little while looking down at his scraped and scarred hands.

Those last two words ringing throughout Y/n's head, not being able to comprehend the words he just spat out.

"Well Techno... I guess this is the appropriate time to tell you that I like you too." Y/n said with a smile causing Technoblade's eyes to immediately dart up to meet hers.

A single tear fell down his cheek.

"Awww don't cry." Y/n said with a giggle as she put his tray to the side.

He really does have what they say he doesn't.

A soul.

A/N
Hey guys! No this isn't the end of the book quite yet. We still have to meet the parents yk? ;) stay tuned. I think I'm going to keep posting on Thursday's and Saturday's. Anyways hope y'all are doing well!