A/N- Because adults never fail to bring me disappointment, I'm here to write. Unlike basically every other story written on my blog so far, this has a happy ending. Be grateful. <33
Warnings- Broken Promise(s), Slight Parent Neglect, Tears, Sad Music, Faint Cursing (like twice), Lack of Parent Attention/Affection, F l u f f
"Extras"- Twitch Streamer/Youtuber Reader, GN Reader, Fluff, Reader's age isn't specified (but hinted at that they're below the age of 18- no age set in stone though, so you can pick), Didn't proofread
Word Counter- 0.5k+
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“I have to finish up at work, but then we can celebrate your birthday, alright? I promise it shouldn’t take long.”
Those words replayed in your mind for what felt like hours, repetitive with seemingly no end. Your hands balled by your sides, nails digging into the flesh of your palm hard enough to create deep indents. Any harder and you were sure it would break the skin. That is, if you weren’t paying attention to the music playing softly through your earbuds, blocking out any sound around you. It was your birthday, for damn sake! Why couldn’t your parent just keep their promise? You suppose that wanting to receive even 10 minutes of attention and/or affection from the person who helped create you was just too much for you to ask.
Around you, nothing seemed to really exist. It had been easily 6 hours, if not more since that promise had been broken. Eyes darting to the corner of your device screen, they read over the words ‘9:53 PM’. Expression full of hurt, you check your discord for the first time since last night, as you had turned your messages off for the day with expectance that you would be enjoying your family’s company. Doubting that anyone had sent you a single message, you watch the game controller-shaped figure spun for a few moments before you were greeted with the main screen. You paused for a moment, reading all the numbers in a bright red bubble while mentally noting who had sent the amount of messages you received.
Tommyinnit: 99+
Wilbur Soot: 19
Philza: 5
Tubbo: 38
Quackity: 68
Dream SMP Server: 99+
This felt like a fever dream, the amount of DMs and tagging you had slightly overwhelming you. There were several other DMs from other various content creators you knew and streamed/recorded with. It seemed like the second your status icon had turned from dull grey to a vibrant green, you were hit with a flood of more messages. Having to actually turn down your ‘Alerts and Notifications’ volume from how many people began to message you once you came online, you couldn’t help but feel a smile tug up at your lips.
Going to the Dream SMP server first, you duly noted who was in VC 1 before instinctively joining. Immediately, your ears were welcomed with an ear splitting scream from none other than Tommyinnit. Before you had time to even open your mouth to complain about the loud, obnoxious sound, the sound of several others joining the call echoed through your earbuds.
“Guys look! The birthday Muffin is here!” Bad’s voice rung out amongst the chaos and you were quickly met with a chorus of untuned, sporadically timed, not-practiced whatsoever, “Happy Birthday”. Listening to the awfully sounding mantra of the song “Happy Birthday”, your smile grew wider and a few tears rolled down your face. You couldn’t care less though, because you realized that in the end, you had your friends to celebrate your birthday with you even if it was virtual.
A/N- Alright, so "in light" of the rather unfortunate news we were all made aware of as fans of Technoblade today, I've written a short piece that's almost-completely fluffy. I am in no way trying to "romanticize"- in a sense- what's happening/what happened. I'm just trying to write some Techno comfort. I hope he gets better soon and I might write a "part 2" piece to this story if you guys enjoy this piece.
Genre- Slight Angst to Fluff, but mostly fluff
Characters- Technoblade
Warnings- Tears, sadness, then just wholesome comfort
"Extras"- Romantic or Platonic, I'm leaving that up to you as the reader. Gender-neutral reader, GN Reader, Reader lives in the Tundra like Techno and Phil, In-game AU
Word Count- 0.5k+
He’s your home, a safety net of sorts. Any thought of the piglin hybrid tends to spread a warm, cozy feeling throughout your body and a smile tugs upwards at the corners of your lips. He was one of the most stable people you know, a natural rush of dopamine surging through your veins. If something ever happened, he was there in an instant to catch you when you begin to so much as stumble, never once letting you hit the ground.
The smiles and laughter you both shared together was nothing short of remarkable, no matter how miniscule the situation was. There was just about never a dull moment when you both were side by side, which admittedly, was almost always. Something about your personalities just caused you both to click in a way you could’ve never imagined previously. There were rarely tears or any sort of sad emotions when together. One thing was for certain, you were enamored with each other.
With this being said, you were a bit shocked to say the least, when said man came stumbling into your cottage a bit more roughly than normal. Your fireplace was lit, soft crackling and popping noises coming from the burning wood occasionally. Sitting comfortably on your couch, a soft quilt had been draped around you for an extra bit of warmth as you read a book. There was a pleasant aura in your cottage, homey and inviting, cozy. That was until the wooden front door to your home was slammed open rather aggressively.
The door was shut rather fast after it had been practically thrown open and you were quick to greet Technoblade. It wasn’t hard for you to tell that he was upset, however you couldn’t pinpoint about what because what were you? A mind reader? Reaching up, you grasp the other’s soft red cloak and untie the string at the front with ease. Pulling it off of him, you hang it up on your coat rack after dusting bits of cold snow off of it. Grabbing at his crown soon after, you place it on the end table beside your couch before heading towards your kitchen to prepare some tea for him. You don’t manage to get there, however, as a large, calloused hand gently grasps your wrist and pulls you back a little. Turning your head to face Techno, you raise a brow quizzically.
Instead of giving you a verbal answer, the large male drops to his knees and lets his grasp go from your wrist to the front of your shirt. Pressing his forehead against your stomach, you can feel his teardrops soak through the fabric. You opt for not saying a single thing and instead carefully kneeling down so your eye level with him. Without looking at his face, you pull him into you as you now caress the back of his head with one hand as his head buries itself into the junction between your shoulder and neck. One large hand now clutching the back of your shirt while the other grasped onto your other shoulder, you listened as he hiccupped softly. You didn’t know what was wrong, nor were you going to ask unless he spoke up about it first, but in that moment, you both knew you were there for him. For each other.
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