midnight - technoblade fanfic

eight

              "i love lying next to you, i could do this for eternity, you and me."
                                    - miley cyrus

          i anxiously picked my nails as i waited in the baggage claim area. his flight had landed, and by the looks of it, they were starting to let people off of the plane. my heart began to race as i scanned the room trying to find him.

simp
- hey i just landed

me
im in baggage claim -

simp
- hold on
- i think i see you

before i knew it, i was greeted by a guy who completely towered over me.

"techno?"

"hi!"

i pulled him into a hug, holding on tight. he slowly returned it, wrapping his arms around me. we stood there for a lot longer than it seemed, receiving looks from the people around us.

"you ready to go? techno?"

i lifted my head out of his chest to make eye contact, but his were closed. he seemed super happy, but also like he was ready to pass out in the middle of the airport. i gave him a few rubs on the back before pulling away.

"c'mon, we can go grab something to eat and head home for a nap, if you'd like."

we found his bag on the conveyor, and i grabbed it before he had the chance to.

"wha-what are you doing? i can carry it."

"im trying to be nice. lemme be nice."

he shook his head and laughed, putting his hand in mine.

"is this okay?"

"yeah, no worries! you're gonna need it, it's cold out there."

"show me the way, captain!"

we walked into the freezing parking garage, which seemed to wake him right up.

"holy fUCK, you like it here?? it's FREEZING."

"it's nice!" i say with a smile.

"ITS TERRIBLE"

          we made it to the car, and he put his belongings in the trunk. i started up the car to get the heat running, while techno threw up his hood, pulling the strings.

                                           "whatcha doin over there?" i laugh.

"cold. very very cold."

                                                  "it's only 45° outside, it'll be colder tomorrow."

        he put his head down in front of the vent, trying to keep himself warm. i put my seatbelt on, tapping him on the shoulder to tell him to do the same. he finally sat back in his seat, pulling his hood back down to reveal his messy hair. we decided to find something to eat in my apartment, as all he wanted to do was take a nap. i shut the guest room door behind me, leaving him to sleep.

        i decided to make mac and cheese from scratch, which was a good choice speaking that it would help keep us warm. once i was done, i shut off the stove and made my way towards his room. i carefully knocked, not receiving a response. i opened the door, seeing a sleeping techno sprawled across the bed.

he is so cute.

          i sat down next to him and tapped his arm, making him immediately sit up. he rubbed his eyes, then put his head on my shoulder.

"how long have i been asleep?"

                                "about an hour, dinner is ready."

          he put his head back down on the pillow, stretching his arms and legs. i took his hand in mine, leading him to the table. i grabbed two bowls, serving us a good amount. he thanked me as i handed him one, sitting down across from him.

"holy shit, you made this?"

"yeah! is it good?"

"INSANELY good."

we finished eating, having little conversations along the way. he helped me with the dishes, even though i insisted for him not to.
           i started developing a headache, and it got worse by the minute. i stepped back and put my head on the counter while techno shut off the sink.

"you alright?"

"my head hurts a little, it's alright though." i smile. "thank you."

"no, no. go lay down. do you have medicine?"

"you're very sweet, but im alright - really."

"please? for me?" he motioned towards the couch, trying to get me to comply.

"fine, you win." i tease.

i grabbed a blanket off of the ottoman, throwing it over myself as i laid down.

"medicine?"

"cabinet over the stove"

he walked over with ibuprofen and a glass of water, sitting down next to me. i lifted up the blanket, offering for him to come closer. he accepted, shifting himself so that my head laid on his shoulder.  he ran his hand through my hair, doing his best not to hurt my head. we had been sitting up, but i couldn't really get comfortable.

                                                              "cuddle?"

"huh? oh! you wanna cuddle? c'mere."

        techno lifted me up, turning me sideways onto the couch. he slipped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"is this okay?"

                                                             "it's perfect."