Beautiful Just Beautiful Absolutely Beautiful... And I Find Myself Relatable... I Mean As I'm Sitting

Beautiful just beautiful absolutely beautiful... And I find myself relatable... I mean as I'm sitting here I have an essay due in two days-

I'm fully projecting with this request :p

I've had a rough go at it these past few weeks. My anxiety is acting up, and I'm depressed as hell. Nothing seems to matter. I feel uninspired and unmotivated. Totally cliché.

I was wondering if you could write a c!Technoblade x reader where the reader is in the exact position I'm in. Techno just tries his best to make the reader feel better, even if she doesn't think things will improve.

Thanks for reading, hun.

Pairing(s): c!Technoblade x Reader Desc: [YourName] is having a break down, and Techno is here. Word Count: 0.7k Pronouns: They/Them

I'm Fully Projecting With This Request :p

Enjoy my luv <3

[YourName] sat at their desk with their face in their hands, tears of frustration rolling down their cheeks. [YourName]’s boyfriend, Technoblade, was nowhere to be seen and they were close to having a full mental breakdown. It was just their luck to have an episode while Techno was away. “Fuck!” [YourName] cried, swiping everything off the desk in one quick motion, only to immediately regret that choice. “Jesus,” they whispered as salty tears fell onto their empty desk. They observed the mess they had made and decided they didn’t have the motivation to clean it up now, so they would do it later.

[YourName] made their way to the bed that they usually shared with Technoblade. It was so empty without him, it felt bigger than it needed to be. [YourName] brought Techno’s pillow up to their face and cried into the fabric. They didn’t know what else to do. They have a book due in less than a week and they have barely started it. They don’t have any inspiration. But, if they don’t finish by the due date, they will be fired from their company and will no longer be able to support the lovely life they live with Technoblade.

Technoblade trudged through the snow, his pink hair collecting snow flurries. He missed his partner and he was glad to finally be heading home. He gently pet one of his wolves and kept on his journey back to his small home. When he saw his cabin, he let out a breath of relief. He could finally relax under a roof with the person he loves.

When he entered the cabin, though, he was shocked to see how empty it was. Not physically empty, but cold empty. No warm welcome, no meal being prepped, not that beautiful singing voice that he was so used to hearing from [YourName]’s office. It scared him for a moment. He thought maybe his cabin had gotten broken into and that his partner had been kidnapped, but after further investigation, that wasn’t a possibility. “[YourName]?” Techno questioned, searching for his beloved. Things that were once hung up were torn down and thrown on to the floor, [YourName]’s office desk was cleared off and everything was on the floor. Technoblade checked the bedroom next. He opened the door and peered inside the room, only to see his significant other curled up on the bed, shaking, and crying into one of his pillows.

“[YourName]?” Technoblade called their name curiously. He had no idea what was in store for him. He understood his partner’s struggle with mental health, but he couldn’t tell if this was a breakdown or an episode- and there was a difference. One was WAY more intense than the other. Either way, he planned on being there for his partner. [YourName] didn’t move when Technoblade called out for them, so Techno had assumed they were asleep.

When Technoblade made his way fully over, he realized they weren’t asleep, just pretending to be. “[YourName], what happened?” Technoblade asked, taking his boots off and dropping his cape on the ground. [YourName] didn’t answer, just hid their face in the pillow. Technoblade crawled beside his partner and sighed, “You can talk to me,” he spoke in a consoling manner.

“Nothing,” [YourName] attempted to say, but all that came out was a mere squeak. “I know, dear,” Technoblade said, bringing them close. “Talk when you want, no pressure here,” he promised. Techno moved some hair out of [YourName]’s damp face, pressing a kiss against their temple. It would be another fifteen minutes before [YourName] spoke to their boyfriend. They explained the due date was soon, and how stressed they had been without Techno there to comfort them. “It’ll be alright, I know that,” Technoblade promised, rubbing [YourName]’s head. He moved so he could rest against the headboard, allowing [YourName] to flip around and cuddle into his chest. He played with their hair and sat in silence for a moment. “Don’t worry if you can’t make the due date, you don’t need that job under Jack anyway,” he mumbled, “I do too! I want to be able to support myself, it’s about the principal!” [YourName] argued, causing themself more stress just thinking about it. “Well, if you truly want to keep the job, then how about you pick it back up tomorrow and tonight we drink tea and relax?” Technoblade suggested. [YourName] relaxed against their boyfriend once more, enjoying the thought of just spending time with him. “Alright..” [YourName] agreed. Though it wasn’t a fix, it was something.