little - techno (0-9)
cg - wilbur
i know what the title says, just remember this is completely platonic, irl but with c!techno if that makes sense?
this was written in like november, please be careful if you think reading about him will make you upset or cause negative regression. there's another little techno chapter that i will be posting soon as well as some cg ones. i have an unfinished series i plan on finishing and releasing. i don't plan on writing little techno for a bit but i will in the future promise xx
tw - nervous little, eating, some stuttering
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Technoblade and Wilbur had finally decided to move in together. They had only arrived at the new house in Brighton that night, and they were yet to tell the fans. They'd decided to let themselves get used to the new place before telling anyone other then Phil, Tommy, and Tubbo who'd all agreed they wouldn't be visiting with Techno in person for a little while. He'd just moved to another continent, he'd need a little bit of an adjustment period.
Wilbur was currently finishing up a stream with Phil. Techno had streamed before leaving, so he was just working on unpacking. His books had been the first thing he'd gotten set up, shelves upon shelves of classics with an entire shelf dedicated to Greek mythology alone. He'd finished putting his clothes away and his PC was mostly set up. Deciding he would finish that tomorrow he chose one more thing to finish.
His little gear would need a good hiding place. At his old living situation he simply left things wherever he wanted. His parents never visited and he didn't have any friends who lived in the same area as him, so he didn't have to worry about people finding and judging him. But now Wilbur could possibly barge in so he couldn't even leave them around his room.
He decided to just put it under the bed for now, he'd find a better place for it later. He sat on the the mattress, wrapping a fuzzy black blanket around his shoulders. He didn't even intend for it to happen but he started to feel small. He knew Wilbur would want to eat with him so he just needed to wait until then. In fact, Techno decided to go ahead and cook. That always made him feel bigger, as long as he wasn't baking cookies or anything.
He got up and after texting Will to let him know he was starting dinner. Going through the freshly stocked fridge, Will had gone shopping that morning while the other slept in, he found the ingredients to make some pasta with the sauce his dad taught him to make when he was just a kid.
He was completely focused on finishing up the sauce and monitoring the pasta when Will walked in. He stood in the doorframe and smiled at the person he saw as his brother. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he mumbled under his breath. Wilbur watched as the boy quickly strained the noodles and got back to his sauce inhumanly fast. He assumed it was something he'd made before quite a few times. Wilbur snapped a picture before announcing his presence.
"Hey Techno!" He greeted, chuckling when the other jumps.
"Oh, hi. How was your stream?" He smiled lightly.
"It was good, hit my subgoal twice!" Wil began to set the table.
"That's awesome. Could you hand me that please? Thank you"
The two quickly finished preparing the meal, and almost as quickly ate it. Wilbur would happily admit that it was the best pasta he'd ever had. And of course he told the other with a large smile, amused when Techno blushed and flustered (PLATONIC) at the praise. That was something he quickly learned. Technoblade clearly hadn't heard enough praise growing up, he didn't know how to take a compliment of any sorts and he would get embarrassed from the smallest snippet of validation.
