𝐌𝐂 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 | 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐄 - ✔

Technoblade - Pinky toe

He could hear you rattling around in his kitchen. Even through the sound-isolated headphones placed around his head, that was supposed to drown out the noise of you burning down his kitchen. Apparently, the sounds of hitting noobs over the edge of the map in Skywars, wasn't enough to overpower that.

He was streaming again, you knew that. You felt that he did that a lot lately, and couldn't help but notice the cold and empty spot beside you whenever you went to bed. His usual body print wasn't imprinted in the mattress. But there was a nice mark after his ass on the chair he sat on 24/7.

Honestly, you were worried about him, and sad that he had hardly taken the time out of his schedule to spend some quality time with you.

It saddened you, knowing that he had barely spoken to you all day. You didn't wanna seem clingy, but a small "good morning," or, "this burnt breakfast smells like Santa Claus on fire." would be nice.

He was Tecnoblade, of course his compliments would be somewhat an insult. The monotone voice he held just hadn't any room for nice compliments, but you knew he did good. He was good. A good guy.

You had planned on making some dinner tonight, in hopes of not burning down the kitchen, or exploding the microwave like last time, and you had hoped to pull Techno away from the computer, just for 20 minutes, so the two could have dinner together. Even though you both knew you would probably have to order a pizza, so you had the phone on stand-by. Most of the food you made was simply inedible. One time, you had tried making something as simple as spaghetti, but the water boiled over when you were blasting music in a pathetic attempt at trying to get Techno to dance with you. You had both forgotten all about the spaghetti, and when you remembered it again an hour later, it had turned into mush. You had eaten chinese that night while answering questions to a Q&A.

"What a nerd!" Techno exclaimed as he punched off another player from the map, without even losing as much as half a heart. Sometimes it got too easy to win.

He thanked somebody that donated 10 dollars and easily took out another player as he continued calmly discussing the topic of whether or not orphans were really orphans. God was everybody's dad, somebody had said in the chat. Techno had laughed at that, and proudly told his stream his record for the most stolen orphan presents in one game of Grinch Simulator, "I completely destroyed those orphan—"

"Oh, shit!" You screamed from the kitchen, the sound easily reaching Techno through his headphones as a loud crash was heard seconds later.

He sighed, and put his head in his hands as he pondered over what you could have done to ruin your guys' kitchen this time. Maybe you accidently pulled the door off of one of the cabinets again, or accidently turned off the power to the fridge without knowing. Maybe something more extreme.

However, when he smelled the scent of burning food, he couldn't help but think that you had finally managed to light a fire.

It seemed like you tried every time you cooked, but either found something better to do, or simply didn't succeed, so maybe you finally did it this time, Techno thought.

"Hold on a second guys," Techno excused, "I think my girlfriend finally managed to light a fire in my kitchen. I'll have to go make sure she doesn't burn alive, because I would be slightly sad to see her down in Hell already. Satan said she had a couple more years to live in before she went."

Pulling off his headphones, he heard the continuous string of curse words from you coming from the kitchen, and the smoke-alarm going off, the same beep ringing throughout the house.