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yur-yandere · 7 months
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A doodle, for an awesome artist on "X" **cough, cough** 'twitter' @KatiaTsaber
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malkavianiz · 1 year
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-Emo boy? -… -What are you doing? -You forgot it? -What? -Next week is the exam and the teacher assigned you to help me with the studies of that subject, if I let you get sick from a stupid rain, how are you supposed to teach me? -But you said you didn't need my help… -Forget it! You will help me and you have no choice, now walk or we will both end up soaked. -Well… -Wait! -Now what? -Don't get too far away, my jacket is big but I won't be able to cover you enough if you get so far away… -...Thanks, Peter -Whatever…
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aecassie · 2 years
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🍮 ׄ ִ ᰍ キティ ۪ ᰱ . ♡. ៹  痛み  ˒ 11:11  ⸼  ૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎ა    ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄
𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 (𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 <3
𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
໒ྀིっ˕ -。ྀི১⠀ᨦʕ •̥ ˕ ก ʔᨩ 💗 ꒱⠀_(:3 」∠)_🍰₊˚.༄ ೃ -- ,,🍥 ·˚ ༘ ꒱🍧 .˚ ᵎ┊͙◟
Nasty, Arrogant, Violent, Impulsive, Scary, Selfish…
In Denver, that's how they referred to Vance.
If they only knew, if they only knew him as much as you know him, they would know that he is not quite like that, they would know that behind all that violence and anger there was a sensitive and insecure boy.
You were his safe haven, the one he trusted, the person he turned to every time he fought and left minimally hurt, the person he leaned on his lap like a little child and slept peacefully. It was you. It has always been you.
It was 1978, a gray, rainy afternoon, you and Vance snuggled together on top of the old white mattress.
He had his face resting on your torso and warm hands on your hips. It was like it was the first time he'd slept, he was so relaxed and peaceful.
Until thunder echoes, and he soon wakes up.
"Nature sucks, what the fuck" -- Vance grumbles rubbing his eyes not fully conscious
Thanks to Vance's displeasure and thanks to nature's goodwill, you stir a little and wake up.
"Han? What hears love?" -- You question with a humor totally opposite to Vance's, placing your delicate hands in the gold locks of Vance as he reposition your hands on your waist and sink your head into your neck, hair tickling your rosy cheek
"Goddamn thunder, now I can't sleep." - Vance answers with a muffled voice because of the position of his face.
"Calm down, blondie. You'll be able to sleep fast, trust me!" -- You place a kiss on the blonde's forehead, who raises his head and looks at you confused
"How can you be in a good mood at a time like this? With a climate like this? Fuck! And other, how the hell are you going to make me sleep like this, all of a sudden?" -- Vance sits on the bed fingering your waist
"First: because I'm an angel of person, and second: it's simple, come here" -- You respond leaning on the headboard, opening your arms to Vance, who just shrugs and lies between your legs with the head on your neck again
"What are you going to do, savior of homelands?" -- Vance raises the doubt and comforts himself more and more in your embrace
"Let's see, arcade fairy" -- You say, laughing softly
"Arcade fairy? Really?" -- Vance gives you mortal look, what gives you freedom to laugh even more, he keeps looking at you, leans and kisses you calmly, holding your chin with one hand and with the other free caressing your waist
Soon you start patting Vance's back, patting his hair, playing with his fingers, whispering nonsense in his ear, etc.
"I don't think it's going to work, Paraguay Barbie" -- Vance says laughing at you, who cover his mouth lightly with your right hand
Without even realizing it, Vance had already passed out in your arms, not even a stone dropped on top of him would wake him up. You looked at the scene hastily, chuckled and tucked him into bed. Vance grumbled a little when you took him off your lap to lay he on the fine white sheets, something like: "let me sleep 3 more fucking minutes"
Lying down next to Vance, you felt strong arms around you. Looking back, saw him clinging to your waist, hot breath hitting the back of your neck, which shivered from the contact.
"Thank you for loving me." -- He surprisingly sayed
"Don't thank me for the effect you owe yourself, Hopper"
"I must, since you did the same to me."
Yeah, that got you. Hearing the boy stronger and "evil" of Denver saying that, left you in ecstasy, blushed you and you felt your heart speed in a matter of seconds, your reaction was kissing Vance, who hugs you with more force
That was the last hug between you two.
˖ ࣪ 𓂂 ˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🦷 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ ˖◡̈˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ*・῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*..⃗.🕊•̩̩͙⁺゜ ⤾·˚ ༘◡̈˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ
@ahzysauce, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡! <3
🍙 ⌒ 。゚๑* ♡ 𓏲🍋◌𐨿ʚ ї ɞ ː͡  ꜜ   ͙🍚♡ ⃞ ׅ ࣪  𓂃   ꒰ 🥞 ꒱𖦹  ִ  ֺ 🧸 • 🍯 ✿𝅼 (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ 
! 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌, 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒!
◡̈⍣ ೋ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡﹋꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐*:・゚༊*࿐ ࿔*:*:・゚༊*࿐ ࿔**:・゚༊*࿐ ࿔*:・゚✧˖*💌 ꒱
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I'm back again lol
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sabon-m · 2 years
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Calling up the 80s ☎
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based off this meme ⬇️
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studiopeached · 1 month
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herboyfriend I think of her so much it drives me crazy. I've started writing about her too.
All those who access our site are consenting to the exposure of 18+ content, possible depictions of non-con/dub-con, and various kinks. All users interacting with Peached TV and related channels must 18+.
I'll put warnings before everything, my therapist told me to anyway.
FULL STREAMS
THREE, TWO, RUN. ft. Peter Dunbar ♡ SUMMARY: After fleeing from your boyfriend, it isn’t long before the two of you reunite, against your will or with it.
SHORT STREAMS
To be published.
YOUR BOYFRIEND ROUTE GUIDES
Route 1.
Route 2.
Route 3....more
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kealia · 1 year
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Notice me, please.
Neymar jr x reader
~ reader is mad at her boyfriend because he forgets about most stuff. Her boyfriend’s best friend locks them up to force them to make up.
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READER’s POV:
“Kylian, let me out!” I yelled out, knocking on the wooden door.
Kylian (my boyfriend’s best friend) locked us up, me and Neymar. We had a stupid argument, but I shall not apologise first! I do not care, I really don’t. He should apologise, it’s all his fault!
NEYMAR’s POV:
I sat down on the bed, I left my phone in the living room. Should’ve brought it with me… Y/n was making such a big deal out of this, I mean she can just apologise and then Ky would let us out. She’s mad at me because I forgot about our anniversary. I get that she’s angry, I do but she didn’t need to make an argument about it! It’s been about 3 days since she stopped talking to me. Of course, I told Kylian at training yesterday, today is his birthday. He invited us, mostly me, but he apparently texted Y/n to come over as well. Y/n was talking to Kylian today, but not to me. I guess he got this idea from her side of the story. Meu Deus, this is unbelievable!
“Y/n…” I started, I wanted to sound calm so there won’t be another argument.
READER’s POV:
“Y/n…” I heard Neymar’s soft voice, God why is he so calm! I stood in-front of the door and just stared at it. It wasn’t interesting at all but I was certainly not in the mood. He just has to apologise. That’s all…
“Querida, podemos conversar?” [Darling, can we talk?]
Did he just ‘Querida’ me? No way. After missing our anniversary he wants to ‘Querida’ me? He didn’t even apologise!
“Sobre o que?” I didn’t want to snap back at him but I just couldn’t help it. I was just extremely mad at Neymar. [About what?]
“Eu sinto muito…”
Carry on.
“Eu sinto muito, eu não queria que você me odiasse! Não esqueci de propósito, apenas esqueci de alguma forma!” [I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hate me! I didn't forget on purpose, I just forgot somehow!]
I scoffed, “Eu deveria sentir pena de você?” [Should I feel sorry for you?]
If I’m honest, when he said ‘I didn’t mean for you to hate me!’ It did break a small vein in my heart. Key word: ‘small’! I turned to him, he was sitting on Kylian’s bed. He looked so adorable! I couldn’t break, I needed to stay mad at him. He’ll find out my weakness, which is, Him.
NEYMAR’s POV:
She stood in-front of me, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed, she looked hot when she was mad. But she was mad at me.
“Bem eu não sei-“ I started but she cut me off, [Well, I don’t know-]
“Neymar! I am sick of you forgetting stuff! I mean this anniversary was important. It was important for me! I thought you’d feel the same. For God’s sake, I thought you were different from them! I thought you won’t forget about small things like this! Why can’t you see that?”
I’ve never seen Y/n so frustrated. She seemed more angrier than in our last argument. I didn’t want to fight again. I wanted to apologise…
“Bebê, I really am sorry. Very sorry. I didn’t want you to be mad at me. Please, não me odeie, eu apenas esqueci. Não irá acontecer novamente. Eu prometo!” [Don't hate me, I just forgot. It won't happen again. I promise!]
“Oh please, Ney. I’ve heard that loads of times. Too many! Infact.”
How am I meant to apologise when she won’t let me?
READER’s POV:
I know I was being stubborn but many men told me that. They told me to trust them, that they promise me this, they won’t do that again, it was just a mistake, it only happened once. I was sick. Sick and tired. Exhausted. Why can’t men just be expected to remember stuff or to not do it again? Neymar thinks that not remembering an anniversary is the only thing he did. He forgot loads of stuff. Like doing most of his chores I told him to do, while I was away. My favourite colour, my parent’s names, that I had siblings, that I crave chocolate during that time of the month. He forgets the simple stuff, men just don’t get it. They don’t get it, that we, women, love when they remember small details about us. I wish he’d see me the way I see him. I notice when his eyes soften anytime he sees Davi or Kylian, I notice how much he cares about his sister or mother, how excited he gets when he sees a dog, how he slowly lost his passion in football, I notice so much stuff about him. I wish he noticed my little details…
NEYMAR’s POV;
“Look, Ney. It isn’t just about the anniversary. It’s about how stressed you are about training and family. I get it, I know how stressful work is and family. I have a family and I work, you know that! It’s just… it seems as if you don’t really care about me. You ignore me, the things I do for you-“
“Y/n, I don’t ignore you. I don’t. Eu noto como você escolhe um tom diferente de batom ou gloss para cada ocasião, como você troca de roupa 10 vezes só para voltar para a primeira, como seu sotaque português está melhorando, como você diz ‘ai’ em vez de ‘ouch’,a maneira como seu cabelo se enrola naturalmente na parte inferior, como suas sardas aparecem no verão, mas desaparecem quando fica frio. I notice you, meu amor.” [I notice how you choose a different shade of lipstick or lipgloss for every occasion, how you change clothes 10 times only to go back to the first outfit, how your Portuguese accent is improving, how you say "ai" instead of "ouch", the way your hair curls naturally at the bottom, how your freckles show up in the summer but disappear when it gets cold.]
She started crying, I hope they were happy tears. I didn’t mean to make her cry. I opened my arms and stood up, smiling at her. She looked down, her tears flowing down to the floor.
“Venha aqui.” I told her softly, she looked up and rapidly wrapped her hands around my waist. I held her head close to my chest. My shirt slowly dampening from her tears. I buried my face into her hair. It smelt like vanilla and coffee. Just like she smells, I loved that about her. Sometimes I use her shampoo, because it smells like her. Like Y/n. Like my sweet girlfriend.
I heard the door creak open, “You okay?” Kylian asked.
I just hummed and nodded to him, he closed the door and left us. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes. I love her.
I could never be mad at her, I could never ignore her. I hope she knows that.
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I wrote this at 3 am so there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes but let’s hope not!
Happy New Year!!!
<3
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cheezyneedz · 9 months
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Your Boyfriend Sketches (real)
I was literally on this canvas for 6 1/2 hours… I’m too slow (sonic isn’t proud F)
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vampiregirl70 · 9 months
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Thank you so much @SpicySiegeLord for this commission
Peter singing his baby( also i love how you draw the baby so cute😍💕💕)
This is tori (Peter's & honey's baby)
Again thank you so much ^^
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yur-yandere · 6 months
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...found you...
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phantomlegume · 1 year
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A mini comic on how I imagine Peter and y/n actually met... and the catalyst that sparked his obsession.
((Also ignore my old handle, I switched over to my current username semi recently))
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imeddhead · 6 months
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Tongue 👅
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Heya, it's me again, and I'm here with an YB au, if got some questions about it ask, I don't bite ;)
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sabon-m · 5 months
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The Fruit of the Underworld
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rttnpnkpmpkn · 1 year
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My Masterpost of Most of the Human-Looking Peters with guest-stars of my friend's YNs I did over this past year up to now. Will update you whenever I find more.
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