#update: this is getting pinned for a while

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So brief update: im the financially abused kid.

I've been asking my mom to let me have access to my account for quite a while now and every time she says we'll do it later. And i asked her right now, she's not doing anything, and she says "you'll get it later, it doesn't change anything if you don't get it right this second" in that Tone that is very much not convincing me. So uhh

The repliers' fear of her using my money starts sounding more realistic 😬 or at least it's platant that she's allergic to letting me have an opinion and agency

I know yall have wanted me to go to the bank directly, i just thought that maybe i could convince her, and talking to strangers is very scary and i dont even know all the terms like what do i even say or demand or convince them with if i dont even know what the difference between a credit and a debit card is?

But it's monday tomorrow and i Could go to the bank. If i end up doing something she'll certainly me mad at me

Go to the bank. Absolutely go to the bank. If you have a rough estimate of how much SHOULD be in your account, compare off that. If it’s clear she’s been taking money out, ask if you can freeze it- if you can’t access your money anyways it shouldn’t slow your roll too badly. Then ask whoever you speak with first advice of where you can go from there.

If they aren’t helpful, come in another day to speak with a different employee, and if they suck too, you can make a full withdrawal and open an account somewhere else eventually.

If she’s draining your account, you can’t freeze it, and you don’t expect her to stop, I’d consider quitting your job until you’re old enough to secure your own private account in dependant of her access.

Don’t worry about not knowing enough. Banks work with the public- odds are any experienced employee will have worked with the elderly, folks with memory issues, young people like yourself, people with disabilities and people who also experience financial abuse. A good bank colleague in this context should be the financial equivalent to a librarian in some ways- if they don’t know something they should at least be able to direct you elsewhere that does.

Another important thing:

If you find she HAS been spending from your account, ask to see the spending history, and ask if they can find any connection to a credit card, or if you can find out if your name has been used to get one.

If your mother’s credit history isn’t great and she’s willing to steal or “”borrow without permission”” from you NOW, there’s valid reason to suspect she may attempt to get cards under your name. As a person with no credit history, your credit would be better than anyone who’s had derogatory claims in the past and- you know what, I’m over explaining. Just something to consider and to talk to a professional about.

If it’s more about control than theft or fraud, that’s still incredibly shitty and certainly financial abuse, but it’s more straightforward. You will age out of her complete control, and then you change your passwords and PIN number and keep her out of it.

So, summary: Go to bank. Bring ID, like a provincial ID (? Im not American and i dont know if you are) driver’s license, passport, school ID if they take that, bring a list of questions, bring your estimate of how much you should have, and if it’s low, ask about checking into your credit score or credit cards attached to it.

It sounds scary, but just be polite and up front about feeling out of your depth and things should go well.

It is a lot to be dealing with, though. I’m sorry it’s something you have going on. Rooting for you

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Doing Time 10

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Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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You stare at Steve's large hand as you fight the urge to fidget. He rests is on your thigh, fingers curled just along the inside. He rubs the seam of your pants as his warmth radiates through the fabric.

He steers with his other hand. His posture is slack with nonchalance. Everything is going exactly as he planned and you're just trying to keep up. 

He hums as he tickles your leg. His hand sidles closer to your pelvis and he squeezes. He idles at the red light and smirks at you.

"You got me worked up again. I just wanna pull you across the car..." his eyes flick up and down. "You got thighs that make a man a glutton."

You twitch. While he scares you, his words send a tingle through you. He's skilled at twisting your flaws into beauty. You almost believe every word he says.

"Steve," you touch his hand gently. "The light's green."

"Oh, yeah?" He flicks his fingers coyly towards your cunt. 

You blink and point through the windshield. He glances at the traffic light and chuckles. He leans on the gas, keeping his hand in your lap.

"You should wear skirts," his nails graze the thick seam again. "You got the legs for it."

"I... I like pants." You say softly. 

"You got a good shape. Not just from the front," he ignores your protest. "That dress you wore... mmmph. I got buy you some more."

"You don't have to do all that," you clutch his hand to keep it in place.

"I want to, sweetheart. Lots of things I wanna do." He squeezes and you squeak at the spark it lights in your guts. "Firstly..."

He peels his hand away and turns into a lot. He draws up to the storefront and you glance up to read the big gold letters mounted over the shining windows. You rub the warm patch he left on your leg as you stare at the jeweler's shop.

"I thought about a crown but I'm thinking that's a bit much," he snickers. "I think a ring will do."

You look at him, stunned. It shouldn't be a surprise. He's been clear. As straight to the point as you wish you could be. Yet it's all so sudden.

He gets out first and comes around to open your door. He pauses and skims your figure with his eyes. He tuts.

"Definitely needa get you a sweet dress."

You stand and he shuts the door. His hand finds your lower back and he ushers you toward the shop. The world around you is hazy with futility. You know you can't stop him but there's that little human urge that won't go away.

He opens the shop door and lets you through first. He struts in behind you.

"Hello, sir," he greets the man behind the counter. "Lovely day."

The chubby man with the long mustache drooping around his lips winces. He looks up from the board of earrings in front of him and gulps. His brown eyes widen.

"Rogers?" He coughs.

"One and the same, Ahmad," Steve affirms as he nudges you forward. "Long time."

"Yes, sir. Very long. I thought you were in bars." The man nervously taps his fingers on the counter top.

"Behind bars." Steve corrects him. "Did my time. Now I'm out. And my lady needs a ring."

"Your... yes." Ahmad peeks at you and bows his head. "Very beautiful. Lovely lady." He clutches his hands together. "And you are such a handsome man, how could you not have a beauty."

"Yeah, yeah, Ahmad, you don't gotta do all that. Not to say she isn't a stunner." Steve nears and crosses his arms. He leans his elbows on the glass display and peers through. His shoulder round and he looks even bigger.

"Well, sweetheart. You want one diamond. You want a diamond covered in diamonds..." he bends his neck and squints at the selection.

"Oh, er, I'm not picky. Something small is fine."

"Be picky," he insists. "I don't want fine, I want perfect." He beckons you forward with a glance. "Come on."

You sniff and come forward. Ahmad smiles at you, "let me know whatever you like, miss."

"Thanks," you look down. The sparkle is too much to focus.

You're drawn to one in particular. A purple oval surrounded with little diamonds. You stare and chew your lip. You should look for something smaller.

"Which one's got you?" Steve shifts, angling toward you as he leans on one elbow.

"Well, that one's not bad," you point to the plain silver band with a small circle diamond.

He tuts. "You know, I see right through you. Be honest."

You rub your neck. "I don't wanna spend too much--"

"Don't fret about my money," he warns. "Which one?"

You drop your hand and point again. "That er, purple one. Sorry I don't know the stone."

"Amethyst, yes," Ahmad reaches underneath and takes out the entire board. "The stone of clarity and control. You must have a good head on you."

"Oh," you murmur and shrug. Not really. If you knew better, you wouldn't be standing here with this man.

Ahmad pulls free the ring and offers it up. You can only stare. The nicest jewelry you have is a hand-me-down silver chain and locket from tour mom.

Steve takes it then grabs your hand. You flinch as he stands at his full height and slips the band around your finger. You watch him push it down to your knuckle. He runs his thumb over it then cradles your hand in his. He lifts it higher to admire the stones.

"That the one?" He asks.

You stare at the ring. It's gorgeous but too much. You don't say so. You can't. 

You nod. "It's very pretty Steve. We could... wait until we get everything else sorted."

"It's sorted," he insists.

He lifts your hand and kisses your knuckle. You lower your eyes as he lets you go. You clasp your other hand over the ring as he turns to Ahmad.

"How much?" He reaches for his wallet.

The number makes your chest drop. That's more than your rent. A lot more. 

He counts out bills. You've never carried anything more than a couple hundred and that was for a deposit or something. He has a whole bank on him. 

It's another clue. He's not just a man with money, the way he wields it, the way others react to him. He has power.

"Th-thank you," you croak and pinch the ring. Steve stops you.

"Don't take it off. Never." He wraps his hand around yours and pushes it down. "That means you're mine." He puts his wallet away and looks back at the jeweller. "I'll be back for more. She'll need a full set."

"Yes, sir," Ahmad puts away the board of rings.

Steve takes you out. The sunlight is warm and bright, a strange sheen on the grey day. You can only watch as he whittles away the pieces of your life and rebuilds to his liking.

His hand slips off of yours and trails up your forearm as you near the car. A low growl rises in his chest as he lets you ahead of him. He spreads his fingers across your ass and kneads. You yelp on surprise.

He reaches around you and opens the back door of the car. You reach back to clamp down on his wrist. You trip on your toes as he slaps your rear.

"Just a quickie," he snarls. "Seeing you in that ring..."

"Steve. Please. We can go--"

"Get in," he commands and pinches your ass again. "On your stomach."

"Huh?" His sudden shift has you off balance. "Steve--"

"Now," he rasps as he grips the door. "Pants off."

You turn to look at him in horror and catch his hand as he tries to grope your chest. "I don't want to... here."

His eyes narrow and his jaw squares. He scoffs and shakes your hand off of his. He frames your face with his thick fingers and leans in.

"I'm not fucking asking. Let's celebrate." He pushes his nose and forehead against yours. "I waited before. No more."

You wince and pet his knuckles. You whimper and he lets you go. You bat your eyes and slowly sit on the back seat.

He's big enough to block your view of the parking lot. You tremble as you unbutton your fly. Disbelief numbs your touch. You lift yourself and peel off your pants, your underwear twisting down inside them. 

He looms over you and taps his fingers on the roof. You untangle your feet and drop the clothes onto the car floor. Steve sighs and it blows through in an icy wind. 

You shimmy back into the car. You turn over and he growls again. As you spread out on your stomach, he crushes in behind you, a knee between your legs.

He shuts the door as he crams into the back seat. He pushes your left leg over the edge of the seat. You quiver as you're exposed to him.

He bends over you and hooks his arm under your neck. He kisses the back of your head and pets your cheek. He inhales your scent.

"Can't help myself, sweetheart. This is what you do to me."

He slips his hand between your bodies, wriggling over you as he plucks open his fly. He grunts as he shifts his weight, the lack of space as suffocating as he is.

He guides his tip down along your cheeks. The fabric of his slacks tickles your skin. He prods along your entrance. He drags his hand free and hooks it beneath you.

He shoves between your folds and rubs your clit. He puffs into your hair as he teases you. His legs are bent up, cramped against the door as he smothers you. He bows down to nibble at your neck.

You slicken against his touch. He swirls and flicks as you close your eyes and clutch the edge of the seat. Humiliation scalds over you. What if someone sees.

He rubs you from clit to entrance and back again. He teases you until you moan, the soft mewl the final surrender. 

He frames your cunt with his long fingers and spreads your lips. He tilts his hips down and guides his tip between his knuckles. You hold your breath as he delves into you.

He rumbles as he dips into you in a single slow thrust. When he's at his limit, he shudders. He rocks his pelvis and you clench around him. His arm tightens around your neck and he kisses your jawline as he groans.

The wet noise of you clinging to him fills the humid space. He pumps into you, the tempo cloying in your ears. You babble as he grunts, each thrust more eager than the last.

His patience shatters as he hammers into you. You arch your back to ease the blunt force of his intrusion and he plays with your clit as your walls quiver around him. You heave down into the seat as his feet bounce of the window. The cacophony makes you dizzy. 

"Oh, sweetheart, you're so good." He snarls as he pounds you into the seat. "Hm, the way you're made for me."

He rolls his fingers furiously and you bite your lip. A fire-laced tide washes over you and floods your brain. You whine through your orgasm as it drips out around him.

"That's it, doll. You know I'm the best man for you," he pushes himself up, staying inside you as he unloops his arm from your neck. 

He pulls your hips up as he readjusts. You hunch down onto the seat, slack as you hang from his grip. He moves you up and down his length, slamming you back against his pelvis. He moves you to his will, growling and grunting, nails digging into your hip. Your insides twine around him.

He buries himself inside you as he holds you in place. He exhales shakily then starts again. He bucks into you as he gropes one side of your ass. The car shakes with his fury.

"Doll, I feel you clinging to me," he puffs. "Mm, you're so sweet... mmm, I'm gonna marry you and do this every day..." he grunts and bends over your again. "I'm gonna fuck you... til death do us... part."

He ruts until he collapses. He flattens you under him as he spasms and gushes inside you. You shiver as he spills out, his hips rocking slow and uneven as he rides out the aftershock. 

Your breaths are shallow, mingling damply in the closed space with your sweat. He groans and kisses your shoulder. He takes your hand brings it to his lips, kissing the wring on your finger.

"That's why you wear a skirt, baby." He pushes in as deep as he can. "I want access at all times."

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Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 14

FOURTEEN: And Madness Called It Forth

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x FEM READER

Summary: Continuing with Simon's POV. Plans are set in motion, but Peach has a few diabolical tricks up her sleeve.

Warnings/Tags: profanity, smoking, violence, alcohol consumption, noncon- Simon gets roofied, attempted SA- Peach tries to take advantage, mention of murder(s), Peach is mentally unhinged

mdni banner: @saradika-graphics

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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“Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.”

― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

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"Red or black, Si?"

Simon glances down at the lacy froth Peach is holding up and sighs. He couldn't care fuckin' less which one she chooses, but bites back his snarky retort. "Red."

"Ooh, good choice, big guy," she purrs, a sultry smirk appearing. Pinning the lingerie to her front, her smirk spreads into a salacious smile. "You likey?"

It's all Simon can do not to roll his eyes. "Yeah," he grunts.

Christ, he needs a break from this. They've gone through what seems like every clothing and shoe shop in Blackheath, and he's ready to choke Peach out, broad daylight and eye witnesses be damned.

bzz-bzz...

Simon's silenced phone vibrates in his pocket, drawing Peach's attention. His frame goes tight with tension when her unblinking stare zeroes in on him. She reminds him of a snake set to strike.

"Ya need t'get that?"

He plays it off as if he's in no hurry to see who has contacted him, though his fingers twitch at his sides. "Nah. Prob'ly Johnny sendin' me another stupid meme. Blows up m'bloody phone wiff 'em when 'm on leave."

Peach blinks, the predatory light in her eyes dimming. "Yeah. He sends 'em to me, too," she says then giggles, but there's no real humor in her gaze, just an unsettling watchfulness.

Simon feels the urge to take a huge step away from her, but instead pats her shoulder and feigns an indulgent expression. "Ya ready t'go or ya want t'look 'round some more?"

Peach hangs the black lingerie back on the rack. "Nah, I'm ready. How 'bout we get a drink after we get out of here? My treat."

"Yeah, sounds good."

He follows her to the register, fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket. As she queues up behind a couple of shoppers, he leans down to mutter at her ear, "Goin' out f'a fag. I'll be out front waitin' on ya."

Peach hums in acknowledgment, seemingly distracted by a display of scented body lotions. He makes a casual exit as she pops a cap open to sniff at the contents, but he can feel her eyes burning a hole in between his shoulder blades when he walks away. He fights the urge to glance back as he steps out into the late afternoon sun.

His nerves are shot, his hands trembling with a slight tremor as he pokes a cigarette between his lips and lights up. Leaning against one of the ornate lamp posts that dot the walkway along the front of the shops, he takes out his phone to check his notifications. Expecting an update from Price, his pale eyebrows go up to see that the last text received was sent from you.

[DOLL]: No need to pick me up. Already have a ride. TTYL

An aggravated scowl pinches up his face. He'd planned on asking Ollie to keep you away from the row house until he gave the all clear. Who the bloody hell is giving you a ride home?

Cursing under his breath, he goes to jab the call button, but reconsiders. After the show he put on with Peach that morning, then him telling you over voicemail that she would be spending the night, he knows you won't answer. Hell, he'll be lucky if you don't pack up your shit and move house while he's still stuck there in Blackheath helping Peach pick out fuckin' knickers.

He exits out of his texts with a frustrated growl and rings Ollie, instead.

"What the bloody hell is goin' on, greenie?!" Ollie growls through the phone.

Simon's scowl deepens as he glares straight ahead. "Can't explain it yet, Ol. Don't got time. Is Dee still wiff ya at the Dog?"

Ollie scoffs out an irritated noise and lets loose. "Aye, she's still here, but she's a bloody wreck. Poor lass made herself sick cryin' over yer sorry arse. Thank Christ, Fiona came in early t'check on her. She's with her right now, but I'll warn ya now, lad; Fi's ready t'cut yer bleedin' balls off. I swear t'Christ, if ya've—"

The last thread of Simon's patience finally snaps. "Fuck! Will ya shut yer bloody gob an' jus' listen? This is important, Ol. I need ya t'keep Dee away from the row house. D'ya understand? Do not let her go home. Don't care wot ya got t'do, but keep her away. 'S not safe f'her there. "

There's a heavy silence on the other end of the line. "Son, talk t'me. What the hell is goin'—"

Movement in the plate-glass window of the shop across the way catches Simon's attention, and it's all he can do not to jump in surprise when he spies Peach's reflection. She's managed to sneak right up behind him, a fact that unnerves him and sends a chill racing down his spine.

Christ, how long has she been standing there? How much did she hear?

"I'll call ya back, Ol. I gotta go."

Simon hangs up on a blustering Ollie, turning slowly to face the madwoman behind him. Peach tilts her head, peering back at him. She has an innocent expression on her face, but he can see the cold calculation in her baby blue eyes. It makes his skin crawl.

"Everything okay, Si?" she asks, her voice girly high and saccharin sweet.

Fuckin' hell, this bitch gives him the creeps.

"Yeah," Simon grunts, shoving his phone back in his pocket. "Ollie's jus' throwin' a strop 'cause I f'got t'pay my tab. I'll deal with him later. Leh's get outta here an' go get tha' drink."

-

God knows he could bloody use one.

The Golden Crown is dimly lit, the greasy odor of fish and chips layered over the distinctive bite of alcohol. The place is beginning to get a little crowded, now that the work day is over. Patrons line the bar and gather in groups at the tables and booths, congregating to have a pint and unwind while chatting with their mates. Sports highlights play on the telly above the bar, the atmosphere relaxed and congenial.

Peach sits across from Simon at a two-seater table against the wall, sucking on a bottle of light beer. Leaning forward on her elbows, she makes a show of slowly licking the beer from her upper lip, peering up at him through her lashes. Her matte red lips spread in a slow, seductive smile. She's trying to look enticing, but to Simon it looks like a bloody rictus grin.

"Dunno how you Brits can stand drinkin' warm beer," she comments, setting her bottle on the table. Her tone is teasing, trying to goad him into their old debate.

Simon takes a drink of his Dewer's and grunts before knocking back the rest of it in one gulp. He's in no mood to rehash their friendly argument, any sense of camaraderie he once felt towards her long gone. He just wants to be shot of her presence once and for all.

"Gotta hit the head," he mutters, rising to his feet. He doesn't wait for her response before walking off, eager to be away from her, if only for a few minutes.

"I'll get us another round," she calls after him, her fevered gaze fixed on his retreating back.

Tossing up a hand in acknowledgment, Simon heads toward the short hallway where the restrooms are located, glad for the brief reprieve. Shoving through the door, he checks the stalls to make sure he's alone before locking himself inside one of them. He blows out a tired sigh, taking out his phone to call Price, relieved when the captain answers on the first ring.

"Sitrep, Lieutenant."

"We're at the Golden Crown Pub in Blackheath havin' a drink. Her idea."

"How's her mental state?"

"She's calm, f'now at least, but she's watchin' me like a bloody hawk. She's had her moments, though. Likes t'ramble on about us, like we're some sorta lovey-dovey couple. 'S bloody mental."

"Do ya think she suspects yer up t'anythin'?"

"Hard t'say. Thought I might'a been compromised when she caught me on the phone wiff Ollie earlier, but she's still actin' the same. 'M not lettin' my guard down, though. Were ya able t'get any new intel on her?"

Price huffs out a breath. "Yeah. Found out quite a bit, actually. Discovered she's a bloody fugitive, for one. That story she fed you an' Soap about her workin' as a bodyguard is a load uh bollocks. She's been on the run since escapin' from a maximum security psychiatric hospital on Wards Island in New York over a year ago. She was incarcerated there by court order after a judge found her mentally incompetent to stand trial for three murders."

"Jesus..." Simon mutters.

"She killed a fellow Shadow she worked with. They were havin' an affair, but he was married an' decided to end it. Peach didn't take it well. She snapped an' killed him then went after his family. A SWAT team took her down while she was lyin' in wait for his wife and daughter to return home. She managed t'take out two uh 'their team before their sniper could get off a clear shot. She took one in the shoulder an' one in the hip before she finally went down."

"Fuck me," Simon groans, yanking down his mask to run a hand over his face. "How did she end up back in the UK? Why are we just now findin' this out?"

"Unclear but it stinks of a cover-up. Prob'ly military intelligence, since she was still workin' for Graves at the time. The lass has made some nasty friends since her escape. We know for certain she's got ties with the Russian mafia. We have intel that she's also been operating on the dark web as a contract assassin. She's on Interpol's most wanted list now."

Simon's chest caves in at the news. Peach has been working with the fuckin' Russian mob? The thought of it sickens him. "How should I handle this, Cap?"

Price sighs. "I've looped Kate in. She's notified the proper authorities in the US, and I've been dealin' with the top brass here. We're bringin' a team in t'handle her, but we've already got eyes on ya, lad, so don't worry. Just stick with the plan, keep her distracted, an' hopefully this will all be over soon."

The trembling in Simon's hands returns, the thought of you possibly being caught up in the crossfire paralyzing him with fear. "Where an' when is this s'posed t'go down?"

"The optimal location would be between Banfield and Blackheath, keepin' it as far away from civilians as we can manage. There's a nature preserve for waterfowl in the vicinity. Are ya familiar with it?"

Jerry Finch's ugly mug floats through his mind, along with your dirty, terrified face. Simon's shaking hand clenches into an angry fist. "Yeah. I know where it is."

"Good. We'll be settin' up an ambush on the access road that leads to the preserve. There will be two operatives, a male and a female, posing as a young couple who have broken down on the side of the road. When ya see 'em, stop and get outta the vehicle. Get Peach outside the vehicle, too, if ya can, but if not, stay clear of her. We'll move in an' subdue her."

Simon drags a hand through his short, choppy hair and grips the nape of his neck, eyes squeezing shut. "Yessir. Understood."

"Good lad. Our ETA is approximately one hour. I'll text when we're set up, then ya can head our way. See ya soon, Lieutenant."

"See ya, Cap."

Simon puts away his phone after checking the time. With any luck, he'll be done with this insanity in a few more hours. He just hopes Ollie can keep you safely away from all this mess until it's over. Then you're going back home, with him. Permanently.

He returns to the table to find Peach sipping on another beer, a fresh drink waiting for him. Settling onto his seat, he picks it up and tugs his mask up to take a drink. Peach smirks at him, watching as he drains the glass dry.

-

Something's wrong.

Simon lifts his head when Peach giggles, blinking his glassy eyes when her image blurs then multiplies. The room begins to slowly spin and he shuts his eyes to fight off his rising gorge.

"What's the matter, Ghost Man? Can't hold your liquor?" she teases.

Simon grunts, attempting to stand, but the floor tilts under his feet and he stumbles into the table, turning over Peach's beer.

"Woah!" Peach exclaims, jumping up to help settle him back on his seat, snickering. "That last drink really did a number on ya, huh?"

What did you do to me, Simon wants to snarl at her, but his tongue isn't working properly, sitting fat and useless as a dead slug inside his mouth. His attempts to shake off her grasping hands only results in unbalancing himself again. Luckily, he hits the wall instead of the floor, but he doesn't even wince when his head cracks against the plaster. He's too numb to feel it.

A couple of blokes from the bar come over to see if Peach needs help, then the next thing he knows, he's being hoisted up between them, his arms draped over their shoulders, boots dragging as they follow Peach out to a waiting Uber. He squints his eyes against the low evening sun, the nausea rising again.

He briefly wonders why Peach called an Uber instead of taking her rental back to Banfield. He can't remember why that would matter to him, but for some reason he knows that it should. Slumping against the door, he rests his head on the window and lets the vibrations from the motor lull him to sleep.

-

Simon is dreaming.

After Peach paid the disgruntled driver a huge tip to help her get him inside and up the stairs to his bed, Simon fell face first into his pillows. They smelled like home, the scent of your favorite fabric softener sending him off with a smile to dreamland.

Luckily, all his dreams are of you. You, sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, sunlight glinting in your wind-blown hair. You, out in the garden kneeling among your flowers, wearing those fuckin' cut-off shorts that drive him bloody mad. You, standing at the foot of his bed, a fuzzy shadow in the darkness that sighs his name as you crawl up his body to straddle his hips.

His hands drift up to settle at your waist, but instead of your soft curves, he finds bony, narrow hips. One of them is marred by raised scar tissue. The hands that slide up his chest aren't soft and small, like yours. The fingers are too long and tipped with talons, the callused palms rough against his skin. The breasts pressing into his chest are too small, the hair tickling his face the wrong texture. The scent is all wrong, too. It's not your light, floral musk, but something spicy and slightly citric. It doesn't smell like you at all. Instead it smells like—

"Ungh... Peach? Whaddya want? Why'd ya wake me up?" Simon slurs, pushing at her drunkenly to get her off him.

Peach giggles, wrestling his weak arms back down to his sides. "Mmm, c'mon Si," she moans. "You know exactly what I want, baby."

Still groggy, Simon attempts to push her away again as the muffled sound of pounding feet going down the stairs reaches his ears.

"Who's here?" he asks, confused, trying to sit up, but Peach refuses to budge.

"Don't worry about it," she coos, holding him down as she grinds on his crotch. "It's just Deedee and some other chick leavin'. They came by to get her stuff."

A spike of fear lances through the fog in his addled brain. "She's leavin' me? Why is she leavin'?"

Peach chuckles lowly, riding him back down into the bed when he bucks underneath her. "Don't think she took it too well when I told her we're together now. Guess she's movin' out."

Simon erupts. "No!"

Furious, he slings her off like a rag doll, adrenaline giving him a burst of strength, but it's short-lived. As soon as he rolls out of bed and onto his feet, he staggers back, knocking his lamp off the nightstand.

Wha' the bloody hell is wrong with me? And wot the fuck is Peach doin' in my bed?

His sluggish brain tries to parse out the day's events, but his mind draws a blank after stopping by that pub in Blackheath. He went to the loo, talked to Price, then had another drink...

"Ya drugged me," he snarls at her, giving his head a shake to clear it. He watches her climb back to her feet on the other side of the bed, a feral glint in her eye.

She shrugs at his accusation, not denying it. "I may have put a little somethin' in your Dewer's to help ya relax. You're too uptight, big guy. Ya needed to loosen up, have a little fun," she says, dragging her fingers down the red lingerie barely covering her body.

Grimacing at her wanton display, he tries to process his present situation, but it's like wading through molasses, slow and frustrating. He can see her moving, creeping around the bed, and it suddenly occurs to him that they shouldn't even be here, at his house. He was supposed to take her somewhere else, but he can't quite remember where...

Peach keeps inching closer to him, a predator stalking her prey. He needs a weapon. A gun or...

A knife!

There's a knife in his nightstand. He fumbles with the drawer pull, his hand not cooperating with him. Keeping his eyes locked on her, he manages to slide open the drawer and reach inside. Just as he grips the hilt of the knife, Peach lunges forward and slams it on his wrist.

Simon grunts in pain and yanks his hand free of the drawer. The sudden movement sends him pinwheeling backwards into the wall, barely managing to stay on his feet.

"What were ya goin' for, Ghost? This blade?" she asks, brandishing it. The dim light catches on the polished steel. "What the fuck were you goin' to do? Attack me?" Her voice shakes as she points the knife at him. "You don't do that to someone you LOVE!" she shrieks. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

Simon blanches at the word. It sounds wrong coming out of her mouth, blasphemous. She'll never understand the meaning of it, because she's incapable of feeling it. Still, she's deluded enough to convince herself that her obsession with him is the same thing. He knows the difference, though. Because of you. You taught him what real love feels like, and this ain't it.

"'Cause I don't bloody love ya, ya mad cunt!" he roars at her, seething with fury. "Never have, never fuckin' will."

Her eyes go wide, pain flashing in their depths for a brief moment, but then a calm expression settles over her features, her eyes going flat. She tilts her head as she regards him.

"Kevin said he didn't love me, either. When I asked him to leave his wife for me, he laughed. He said it was just a fling, that what we had together didn't really mean anything." She sneers. "Lying, fucking coward." She takes a step closer and smirks. "Did ya know, he pulled a knife on me, too? Just like you tried to do. And do you know what I did?" she asks, then snarls. "I took it away from him and gutted him like a fuckin' pig!"

Then Peach darts forward and stabs him.

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[stephdudette]

ok SO like... i went on tumblr today and SUDDENLY I GET LIKE 4 ASKS about THIS LIKE WTF.... ITS BEEN WELL OVER A DECADE!!!

Apparently this started circulating again and I just... I have no idea why... (Maybe cause Deltarune Chapter 3 and 4 came out?)

So I guess to answer some things. I was able to finish the demo back in the day (I wrote this post on July 3rd 2013 which was when I played the demo) and generally I liked it besides Flowey at that point. Then i completely forgot about it.

And then I find out in 2015 that the game had been fully released. I played the full game about a week after it came out. The first time I played, I got a neutral ending because at that point I didn't figure out at that point how to spare Toriel. (yes I did beat photoshop flowey, it was a very "wtf" kind of fight but I powered through).

I then quickly learned how you do it so I went back, played, and got the pacifist ending.

I DID attempt to try the genocide route but I was unable to beat Sans. I still have not to this day but I have seen others do (and I am well aware of what happens afterwards).

Generally speaking I love Undertale. I love its world and characters. I like their designs and generally find them either cute, funny, or a bit odd (But in a good way). I didn't really get involved in the fandom that much, just saw things from afar.

I don't have much more to say. I have played Deltarune and I'm really loving the game so far (I did finish chapter 4 but its like not a complete game yet).(and before anyone asks I'm just planning a pacifist route style for it).

Also someone asked me what my fav word was... I wish i can answer you but I can't. However the first word that came to my head was "apricot"

So idk if you guys know of a game called Undertale. Its by Toby Radiation Fox, the guy who does homestuck music.

Well i started playing the demo, and that part with the flower, I thought it was gonna be all cute and nice.

BOY WAS I HELL WRONG. THAT FLOWER FREAKED THE HELL OUT OF ME. IM STILL SHAKING NOW.

someone calm me down. im not even 10 seconds and this is freaky. its like OFF  but idk. sdjgklsdjg;lksdjg

imma keep playing though, hopefully it gets better

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[ebonytails]

Hey everyone! this is where the zebra is currently with the design.

It has knee braces!! I will most probably be drawing the zebra usually with them on, but it’s no requirement, for example if anyone else wants to draw the zebra :-]. I always like to make sure an animal design has official colors underneath any clothing and accessory anyway. I think this will be final! thank you everyone for your feedback!

As a reminder, aside from why the zebra was requested for this flag, this is also just a zebra with the disability pride flag on it. It’s just a deisgn to fit the flag, with input from other disabled people in our community. It doesn’t mean other animals can’t have designs with these colors, too! I don’t mean this design to be the only mascot for all disabled people. It’s just a silly series i do of pride animals, and at the time, during disability pride month, I wanted to see what everyone wanted me to start off with for this flag!

the goal with my pride animals is to take requests and make people feel happy and seen.. that’s all <:-)

[hartwound]

i made this post on my old blog about what touch is like for my ocs and by some miracle i just realized i saved it so i’m gonna rewrite it here 😁

[hana-bobo-finch]

good news party people! Found the moth I haven’t seen since last week. Bad news party people! Dagger moths have a lifespan of a week

[vagueeyes]

Mini K update:

She's watched THE TRIAL OF ELIZABETH GADGE and COLD COMFORT. According to her:

"the witch one was ok, kind of funny"

"the Cold Comfort one [she] liked...obviously, because it's dark lol" - I then asked if she saw the twist coming (I should stop asking that!!). She said she "suspected the boss was in on something" but she "didn't see the final part coming."

I also asked if 12 DAYS is still the best one for her so far, she said "I think so, yeah."

Thinking about her opinion of COLD COMFORT, I feel like her in9 journey so far can only be described by this moment in THE PARTY'S OVER:

She didn't have much time to chat, so I ended it by saying that if she gets to S3, I can predict which episodes she will like. She laughed and said, "We'll see if they line up."

I mean, it's easy to guess, right??

[scoriarose]

Pinned Post Placeholder - Work in Progress

My girls Intro

Scoria Rose pic/favs/birthday/morph/personality/ name meaning/ prior posts including her Sakura Kurimu pic/favs/birthday/morph/personality/ name meaning/ prior posts including her

F.A.Q

You Cohab your snakes??? Previous Asks

Guides:

Enrichment/Toys (inside their enclosure) Enrichment Activities (outside their enclosure) Foods! (Different foods, what's safe, and what's a sometimes treat) Feeding guides (weight vs feeding amount) Enclosure Necessities (lighting, hides, water ponds, food areas, activity areas, safety considerations, optional aesthetics) Common Enclosure Mistakes (do it for your reptile not your human aesthetics!) Things Every Snake Keeper Should Have (information, medical, equipment) Enclosure and Substrate Types (Pros/Cons) Making a Cool/Wet/Moss Hide Making a baby bin / temp enclosure (for emergencies/vet visits) Help I lost my snake! (What to do when they escape) Scale Rot (how it happens, how to avoid it, what to do if your snake has it) How to communicate TO your snake (how to show you aren't a threat, how to express what you're trying to do) How to understand your snake (reading their body language, and encourage them to "talk" to you to express their wants and needs, "airplane") Choice Based handling & interaction (bonding) When you first get your snake! Dangers to keep away from your snake! (dangerous toys and enclosure dangers, red lights, heat pads, NO THERMOSTAT OR TEMP GUN -_-') Outdated lies and idiot keepers/vets (look out for these and keep your pets safe)

[gradschoolcryptid]

ok I need the fallout/nintendogs character arcs explained because what

Lol so we wrapped our prior years long campaign by getting an error screen in the middle of the final boss battle, then getting spit out into the "real world" and learning that the "real" versions of our fantasy characters have been locked in a simulation for as of yet not fully revealed plot reasons. Cue the current game arc, where we've been pulled into post apocalyptic real world-adjacent West Virginia and tasked with delivering some sort of powerful object to Las Vegas. So far we're scared to touch it but we know from a separate game arc (the DM has so many games that he has/is running that are all part of the same connecting multiverse) that once there it will be used to create a magical surge that sends a couple displaced heros (including me from my other current game) back to their dimension. I, once a powerful dwarven barbarian, am now a short, anxious, should-not-be-allowed-near-people-because-i-will-pick-a-fight-i'll-lose guy named Gary.

Currently, we're on a train headed west, and one of the encounters we had was a giant pack of feral dogs that we had to fend off as we traveled through a valley. After thoroughly roasting the fact that our train somehow wasn't dog proof despite being, ya know, a moving train, we picked up the next game with the encounter.

As I stood guard to defend our conductor, one of the dogs, a clearly starved, feral greyhound, leaped on board.

I rolled to catch the dog. I succeeded.

The rest of the encounter was pretty much me struggling to hold onto the dog while everyone else actually did something useful. We leveled up after that, and I took a feat that functionally gives me an animal companion. The DM had to explain that this particular dog would not be able to follow the rules as written abilities the feat offers, he even had an NPC dog trainer in the next town offer to swap dogs with Gary, before I countered that I had no desire or expectation that this dog would ever obey, I just wanted a sliver of a chance at keeping him from escaping and/or eating us all in the middle of the night. Also at this point everyone in character hates/fears this untamed beast and is trying to convince me to get rid of it (ooc they're loving it almost as much as me). Thankfully Gary is a stubborn bastard who doesn't care what anyone else thinks and isn't about to start now and he's living his best star-of-a- horse-girl-movie life. I use our next stop to raid a pet store. I spend 3 days while the others upgrade the train chasing the damn dog through the woods bc I was convinced we had enough of a bond he wouldn't run away. Someone mentioned the definitely magic macguffin in our luggage and I realized I'd COMPLETELY forgotten the actual plot of the campaign.

Recently the dog went from "will bite your fingers off if you take his muzzle off" to "serene and revealing an intelligence far beyond what a dog should be capable of" literally overnight. Everyone else thinks it's weird but Gary is just convinced he was right about being a good dog trainer.

I've named him a mangled version of the name once used by simulation-Gary's best friend/almost love interest, who in this world is calling himself by a not-quite-remembered-right variation of the name of his beloved steed.

[salsflore]

ms. foulstide dot carrd dot co has been with me for the longest time but i think it is time for a divorce

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

*dusting off this old blog* Well it's been a while, isn't it?

[koushirouizumi]

{Blog P.S.A} For New Followers

Where to Find Me: MY "ABOUT"+F.A.Q {READ FIRST}: Here (About) + Here (F.A.Q)! {People who don't even glance at these before leaving commnts inquiring about my Thoughts on Things get Ignored} [Trust Me I'll Know] AO3: Hikari AMVs Index (All Old & Newest AMVs): here! {Currently/Mainly creating for Digimon, Adventure-related franchise} [also appears at times: 02, tri.~Kizuna~The Beginning, Frontier; less often: Xros Wars {Pt 2 of original XW is my personal favorite}/Young Hunters; Ghost Game; Tamers; Wonderswan games-verse; everything post-02 mainly being original Japanese version based] Other {+Digi}-Sideblogs: izzyizumi (main Digimon blog) hikari-m (official Digimon {news+art} archiving+general Fandom commentary; Asks or follows may come from here, Depending) taichi-x-koushiro (Archiving for Yagami Taichi/Izumi Koushiro as Ship) IF YOU ARE A NEW FOLLOWER OR LURKER, I'd really appreciate if you can send me an Ask (you could also leave a quick introductory comment here, on my pinned post) and introduce yourself (you do not need to expect a response from me), even a short description like name (Pennames are definitely fine!), preferred pronouns (if any) and/or what brought you to my page and what you're staying for (Especially if you were here for resource{s} posts/reblogging, I've been curious if they've been helping anyone!) The reason I am asking this is because lately there's been a huge uptick of spam blogs following with particular "patterns" to their Likes, Follows, etc. and in order to prevent from being softblocked by accident if you are not actively blogging, it'd be great to know in advance if you're a real person. Aside from AO3 the only other 'active' archives of social media that I have are my much older Livejournal and Dreamwidth accounts, and even they're not quite in use these days. However, if you also have active LJs or DWs and actively blog, feel free to let me know too!

{And, for Clarification to anyone "Wondering"}:

[No, I will not discuss related current events further than this or in Tags. Anyone who attempts to push my boundaries on this will get Blocked]

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It’d be very, very cool if people could also learn to read my FAQ page linked on the sidebar before sending Asks or interacting directly with either of my blogs or myself, because I’m seriously TIRED of people ignoring it and my rules for interaction.

I am a {diagnosed since childhood} Autistic, G.N.C {Gender Non-conforming} + THEY/THEM Jewish blogger. I reblog about those topics here for that reason. {Also my Ko-fi is here.}

* PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW OR INTERACT WITH ANY OF MY POSTS IF YOU BLATANTLY HATE/DISMISS, OR EXPECT ME TO HATE/DISMISS THE ADVENTURE [+02] + TRI + KIZUNA + 2020 CHOSEN, KOUSHIRO (*ANY KOUSHIRO, INCLUDES FOR EXAMPLE: TRI!KOUSHIRO, OWG!KOUSHIRO, 2020!KOUSHIRO, KIZUNA!KOUSHIRO), TAICHI (*ANY TAICHI, INCLUDING 2020!TAICHI, TRI!TAICHI, KIZUNA!TAICHI), DAISUKE MOTOMIYA (or “DAVIS”), SORA TAKENOUCHI (*INCLUDING 02!SORA, TRI!SORA, 2020!SORA, KIZUNA!SORA), HIKARI YAGAMI (*INCLUDING 02!HIKARI, TRI!HIKARI, KIZUNA!HIKARI, 2020!HIKARI), MIMI TACHIKAWA (*INCLUDING 02!MIMI, TRI!MIMI, KIZUNA!MIMI, 2020!MIMI), MIYAKO INOUE (*INCLUDING KIZUNA!MIYAKO), ALL/ANY OTHER DIGIMON GIRLS SUCH AS IZUMI ORIMOTO {FRONTIER}, JURI KATOU {TAMERS}, JUN MOTOMIYA {02},��OR MEIKO MOCHIZUKI. THANK YOU (I WILL PERMABLOCK IF YOU FORCE-INTERACT OR BLOCK EVADE)

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[momonokopan]

oh my god it's a pinned post

call me peachy! here's the place where i dump my doobles in

they/she vietnamese doofus

occasionally a few oc sketches would escape into the wild (hides them behind me)

inactive most of the time bc life is a hideaki sorachi manga in which i live the lamest life possible until the world suddenly blows up

may you have a good time in the Peach Cave lads and lassies

[littlehouseoftrinkets]

Trinket!! Your curator of stuff and things, I reblog whatever I like onto here :) Currently my Jojos obsession repository but I like other stuff too, also quite a bit of art and photography reblogs

Very shy but trying to interact and talk more! Please feel free to hit up my inbox and messages

@dawnsies is my art blog that I post on sometimes, I reblog my posts from there with the tag #shadow reblog

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