Stuffed...|technoblade x reader|

Y/n stood back their skin freezing up with anticipation they were stiff. i mean. who wouldn't? theyd finnaly meet someone they had been talking to for a few months, not in that way of course. they had spilled out their heart to this person. they were almost concerned.

     "Ah. Im back"
 a very monitone and gruff voice spoke. Then the kight valmed down, y/ns eyes slowly readjusted. the room glowed a little bit but there he stood.  and y/n had to stop and just admire the person for a moment. he was,,, actually kinda pretty, in a weird way.

He was tall with a small shabby beard. He wore a crown with gems and chains hanging from it.
What was most noticable was his cape... On the back was another cape with intriquite paterns painted and sewn on it but the huge red cape that reached the floor and dragged a bit looked as if it would feel like the nether.
Then there was the collar.
Oh the intriquitcy
The white collar wore a very small bowtie that had cute little strips tunning up and down. he had pig-like ears that just screamed run away for some reason, he had dark red crimson eyes and then the most prominent feature. his pig-like nose, it was a lot more of a button nose that was a lot longer on the bottom and had long nostrils like a pig, not to mention the very red snout. but it gave you almost an odd sense of calm. like "I cant trust this person, he looks like he could snap my neck but something about him is soft" which for most people, y/n not being most people with the newfound softness in technoblades heart, is completely wrong. 

"Y/n... Its me... Mr.blade... Or. Well, my real name is Technoblade. But im fine with ya callin me mr.blade." mr.blade said gentally stepping forward hid habds out.

Y/n held the sword more out. even if they had heard this name before. from wilbur tommy and Phil. the one they trusted and loved so much, they couldn't trust him. he knew their weakness. what made them want to weep and cry at night, what sometimes did make them cry themselves to sleep. and they couldn't bear to let this man control their every move because of that.  
"Who the fuck are you really" they spoke the spit coming through.
Technobalde faltered steppeing back a bit. He dropped his hands and eyes. he seemed guilty for a moment.

"Mr...mr.blade. Its me. Mr.blade?" He daid one last time before stopping when he saw how y/n didnt falter... where was all the trust? the "you're th best thing that ever happened to me? the "best friend" even if he silently wished they thought more than that, still. he at least wanted to be able to claim this incredible person was their friend.

He stepped back and sighed. "Technoblafe. Im technoblade. Blood god. PvP god. Whatever you wanna call me. But thats not the point... /n/n its m-"

"DONT CALL ME THAT" 

y/n yelled before dropping the sword and running out of the bouse... without a coat.... Without anythung other than a short tshirt and some leggings. Boots as well. they didn't want to be there wiht their heart and mind sayign completely different things. their heaet screaming at them it was okay and that he would be fine and their mind saying he was literally called the blood god by some and those were his words we. could. not. trust him. it broke their heart too. part of them wanted to trust him. wanted to run up and hug the man and tell him they loved him... but they couldnt. so they ran. in fear of getting hurt again. 

     "WAIT Y/N" technoblad eyelled running to the door trying to cafch them before they went out inot the snowy biome... he had only called them what phil had called them all those years. phil said that n/n had made them feel happy and it would usually soften them up from the unusual pleasure of being important enough to someone would call them something special. phil always said that nicknames had hung ahead of y/n and that y/n saw them as something that every person had a nickname they called someone and no one else could, it was something to hold special and close because it would always be the name to remind you of that family or group. and n/n was phils family nickname... so why would they run? out of the house? yell at him like he was something poisonous... they ran. but they're going to come back. right?