Thoughts >' thoughts:
Whispering> "whispering"
Time skip> ∆
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Taking some beatings was not a 'to do' on your list
Letting out a loud groan after being swept off your feet literally "go a bit easier man I don't fight" looking up at the man with the pink fur over his features
" I'm a lover, not a fighter " you jokingly said not noticing the slight change of posture or the wide eyes and the comical blush on the pig
He as well not notice the joking tone you used only thinking you were dropping a hint on him.
"Can I get some help up please " snapping out of the daydream, looking at you with your hand stuck up and waiting to be pulled up
"Lazy much," he said letting out a chuckle "fuck you" was the reply he got in return "round 17?" He looked at the (E/C) beauty a loud groan was heard rumbling from her throat
She nodded getting back where she was before (Technoblade doing the same) grabbing out her diamond axe giving it a few swings letting her Grip adjust to the wooden handle of it
After one minute she narrowed her eyes at the pink male nodding her head to signal that she was ready
(I suck at writing fight Scenes so bare with me, this is written in your pov )
I took two steps forward strategizing on how I planned my next action getting flipped on the back was not fun trust me
Letting my guard down while thinking of ways. not noticing technoblade about to swing at me, until I heard two clunks of heavy footsteps running at me, finally snapping out of whatever was happening, ducking quickly hearing a loud swoosh above me, deciding to fight full-on instead of dodging like how I usually do things.
Heavy clicks, clunks, thuds and other noises including scrapes were heard, sparks flying every were from the two materials hitting together.
After one more hit with the axe against another, mine went flying out of my hands after Technoblade hit it with extra force added to the swing. then the other hits he did, he looked at me and in a moment of panic, I punched him in the face
Mouth wide open looked at the pig hybrid in surprise, like I watch someone else do it instead of myself.
"I panicked, I am so sorry-" I looked at him trying to see if I hurt him "Techno you're quiet." The tone was scarred but a hint Of amusement was heard, touching his shoulder and peering at his face only to see wide eyes and a small swelling spot
"Techno?" I looked at him cringing at the now swollen spot on his features, am I gonna get PETA called on me?
After about 5 seconds he slowly turned his head in my direction "eesh that doesn't look good on you bud"
"You suck at punching" was all he said giving an unimpressed stare "wh-FUCKING RUDE"
After that sentence left my mouth my legs were no longer on the ground a loud thunk was heard from my back slamming on the snowy floor the snow slowly melting under my back.
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"Ow" sitting down in your 'room'(more like a closet) bruises all over your back and other parts of your body
Taking off your shoes, the pain let out its protest with a few cracks, begging you not to lean down and untie the shoe laces, you untied them anyways letting out a bunch of 'ows'.
Kicking them off pulling the unmade blankets over you, hands shaking from the cold air outside.
A knock was heard from the door, sat up reaching over 5 inches from where you were twisting the doorknob and opening it.
Seeing the man you now claimed as your father over the past months holding a cup of hot brewed liquid, holding it out to you,
(Y/f/hd) {your favourite hot drink} in the mug was now rested in your hands with the winged make sitting on the side of your bed, telling a story of the little adventure he had gone on.
After your little chit-chat, the blond had grabbed your now empty mug and closed your door, bidding a goodnight before the click was heard.
Settling down in your soft mattress, it was weird you wouldn't have expected to stay in their house for this long.
After laying in a comfortable position your eyes felt heavy a small yawn left your mouth before your eyes completely shut lulling you into an unknown dreamland.
Changing the point of view......loading......................loading ................loading .............loading complete,
Welcome to 𝓣𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮 point of view.
Warning
'𐑈հϱ 𝒎ⅰƍ𝕙𝑡 𝕓𝗲 հ𝑢𝑟𝚝, 𝐜𝖍𝔢𝒸𝙠 𝜊𝒏 𝔥𝛠𝙧 '
'𝗌Ꮒ𝙚 𝒎ꭵ𝔤𝔥𝓽 𝒏𝑒𝒆𝐝 𝚜𝖔mҽ𝓽𝙝𝙞𝗻ᶃ, ᴑռҽ ﺎ𝗶𝖙𝗍Ι𝒆 𝐥𝒐𝗼𝗄 ｗｏｎ'𝚝 𝔥ｕⲅ𝐭'
'𝖆 𝗽ҽ𝘳𝔰𝝄𝙣 𐐽൦𝖚ﺎ𝒹 𝒃ꬲ ⅈ𝓷 𝔱Ꮒ𝒆 հօ𝘶𝘀е, m𝜶ｋ𝕖 𐑈𝐮𝓻е 𝗍һ𝘦𝘆'ｒ𝜚 𝘯ⲟ𝚝 𝐧𝕖𝐚ᴦ 𝓱℮𝚛'
'𝘴𝗵𝘦 𝒎𝖎ɡ𝗁𝘵 𝒏℮ℯ𝐝 𝖈๐ｍfဝ𝚛𝙩, 𝑔𝛐 𝓈𝘦𝒆'
'ｊ℮ｒꮁ𝘺, 𝝲ᴑꭎ 𝗍𝔥𝖎𝐧𝓴 𝒉𝞎'ѕ ɡ𝙤၀ⅆ 𝒶 𐐽๐ｍ𝘧σ𝗋𝑡. ʜ℮'ꮪ 𝓼𝑜с𝗂𝗮ǀӀ𝘺 𝖆𝖜𝓀ԝ𝖺г𝖽'
'𝞬ｏ𝑢r ꭈ𝙞𝑔һ𝐭 𝖗𝞾𝖇𝜸'
Over time the voices got a little glitchy making them a little harder to understand
'The voices kept babbling on and on, someone might be in the house?. Should I check?'
'She won't be hurt while I'm not near her right?'
thoughts were running and running along with the millions of voices shouting, whispering, mumbling, chanting words over and over some of the voices talking about her I wasn't complaining though, I wasn't at all. It was my favourite part about this whole voice thing now, I could agree with every word and compliment about Her.
'looking at her disrespectfully'
Okay not that one
'Vance get out of here no one likes you'
Now that one I can agree with. By the time now I had multiple sketches of her every profile from the side, up, down, both diagonal sides and facing Front profiles, of her whole body face, hands, f- arm, torso, hip, the leg you name it I probably got it
Drawing little hearts around her face especially her eyes the most beautiful part of her in my opinion just about them is entrancing from the shape to the pupil, the eye colour, each strand of lashes counting them over each time I see her eyes, the way the eyelid droops when she's sleepy the eye bags under them(ignore this part if you don't have eye bags) the way they light up when talking about stuff she likes, the way they flare up in angry when discussing someone she's hate or something she hated with a passion, the way they do anything was so, so lovable
Her smile is another thing to love about her, whenever her face stretched into a grin making her eyes being slightly pushed up from the stretch of the smile, whenever she'd smirk when she won a battle or the way she'd licked them after finishing a big sentence taking big gulps of air, and that little habit of hers whenever she'd nervous or anxious, crack her fingers one by one, the whole thing about her is just so mesmerising
"𝖲𝘩е 𝒿𝐮ꮪ𝘁 𝔰𐓪 ｅ𝗇𝚝𝚛𝖆𝕟𝕔𝗂𝚗ց 𝒕𝔥𝑒 𝔭𝜚𝙧𝕗𝘦𝚌𝘵 𝒎а𝘁𝒄𝙝 𝘧օ𝓻 𝒎𝔢, 𝕛ꭎ𝘀𝔱 ｆօ𝖗 ｍ𝒆"
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'Pure' Dream
FanfictionA yandere DSMP x Reader. "Your like a drug to me you've made me addicted and now I can't get enough" "These people don't love you like I do " "Why can't you just see stuff from my perspective?" "Say you love me back please just say it..."
