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synopsis: When you met Peach Salinger at Brown, somehow you just got the feeling that she would be important for you. When Peach first saw you wandering the college halls in search of your class, she knew you were the one. And no one, not even you, would ever change that.

warnings: yandere!peach salinger. manipulation. codependency. controlling behavior. substance abuse. jealousy. gaslighting. groping. nudes. in this house we support women's wrong (literally. since the first day. just read my acount name). female!reader.

• Being already late to your first day of college, it only made you more and more anxious that you couldn't find your classroom. Lucky for you, Peach Saling was your knight in a shining armor.

• Peach Salinger was something else. The right name, the right talent, the right face. Everything seemed to work out for her. While you were still struggling to pay your bills, dealing with jobs that didn't bring you any happiness, discovering that living alone meant much more than just privacy; Peach was already at her peak.

• As your senior, it was only natural for Peach to had dealt with something that just now you were facing. She helped you with what teachers to avoid and what to rely on. Quickly she turned into someone you wanted to talk to. Than someone you would vent to. Than she was your someone.

• Meetings in hallways, a few shared classes, turned into going out for coffee and walks together. Without realizing it, the perfect Instagram photo dates turned into you with a towel over your head and a green hydratation mask trying to learn how to use your coffee machine while Peach freaked out over a friend who threw an initiation party when she was the one who came up with the idea first.

• Peach Salinger wasn't used to people really caring for her. Of course there are a lot of people that want to be her, to have what she owns, to wear her skin. Many people would die to talk to her, to touch her, to lay with her. But people willing to know her? To see her, hear her, understand her: there isn't a lot that fit into this description.

• She is your best friend. You said that so naturally. Like you didn't even thought you may be wrong. Like you didn't even imagined Peach didn't already knew that. Her smile made her cheeks throb.

• Best friends forever. That's nice. That's really fucking great. But Peach didn't become who she is by lying to herself. She wants more than that. More of you. Peach would never be satisfied with this hunger for you. She could eat you whole and it wouldn't be enough.

• Peach knew all she needed to do was to wait. Because one day you will look at her and realize that no one could ever be better than Peach fucking Salinger. That you would never find someone like her. So she made sure to make you see that.

• Peach made a point of touching you whenever she could. Holding your hand as you both walk, fixing your hair when the breeze moved it from place, holding your thigh when you sat next to her. If Peach's hand was cold and you were cross-legged, she would just stick her hand between your legs. You know, girls things.

• We-are-both-girls was her excuse for eveything. To apply gloss to your lips when you were touching up your makeup. To see the messages you exchanged with your crushes. To snoop through your things while you were working on the computer. To lend you clothes, but not before making you try them on in front of her to see if they would look perfect on you. To sleep cuddled with you.

• Peach loves to just take care of you. For strangers it may even look like you both are on a relationship already. Peach always have medicine with her, bandages for when you use heels, space for your things on her bag. She loves to carry your things with her, and to have you asking for what you want. She knows what coffee you prefer, when you get hungry, how stressed you can get when you're sleepy.

• But she also loves to be the center of attention. To have you taking care of her. Most of the time you do it just because. Like when you bought something for her to eat. Or when you remember what kind of movie she likes. When you brush her hair when she is late to something. But sometimes Peach wants more. She pretends to get sick, what on her case includes taking actual pills to make you worry about her, just to feel you hugging her.

• Peach will defend you from anything. No one can ever do something against you — better: no one can do something Peach think is against you. Once a man thought he had the right to say something about your clothes. Peach made sure a video of him saying shit about the professor working on his thesis went viral.

• You were so close to her that you didn't even thought carefully before revealing that most of your passwords were your birthday or your cat's name. That you didn't even doubt that giving a copy of your apartment key could be a bad choice. That it would be better not to accept Peach's help.

• Peach has more money than she can waste, and of course she tries that with you. So many gifts that you would never have if it wasn't for her. Jewerly she puts on you, dresses she helps you get into, heels she loves to buckle. But when you asked for financial help... Oh, that was something else.

• To help you with your bills means having you even closer to her.

• Sometimes you felt like someone is watching you, but you thought it was a ufounded fear. You didn't even knew the amount of hard drives that Peach had with pictures and videos of you. From mundane things to intimate moments. You reorganizing your kitchen's cabinet, entering a farmacy, dining with a date.

• But the pictures she have of you naked are printed, safe inside her vault.

• It happened once you both got wasted. Peach is stronger when it comes to alcohol, only because she was used to abuse on it, but even her was feeling tipsy. You both went to her home after the party, and on this inebriated state of mind you said something out loud.

• Trying to get rid of your dress, you told her you were feeling so hot you wanted to record it. It was just a silly thing, something you wouldn't say if you were sober, but all Peach did was found a old camera and asked you to pose.

• They started as something innocent. You smiling to the camera, making silly poses, showing off your dress — a gift from Peach. You lay down on her bed, Peach sitting on top of you, so close and yet so far.

• When Peach touched your waist, it was almost as if you could read her mind. You just asked her if she would mind picturing you naked. Of course she wouldn't. So you took of your dress, posing more and more and more. From now on, you weren't looking at the camera. You were looking at her.

• That morning you woke up completely naked on her bed. She has two hundred pictures from that night and a video on her phone of you sleeping.

• One day you will realize that she's the one for you. Until there, Peach you keep on being your best friend forever.

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Living with the Enemy, Joe Goldberg x Reader

Part 1: Last Nice Guy in New York??

Prompt: YN is close friends with Peach, Annika, Beck, and Lynn. She doesn't fit into their circle, nor does she try to. Joe soon sets his sights on YOU, leading to a domino effect within Y/N's life.

Requested: YES | Requested are OPEN|

Warnings: Mature Content, Manipulation, Stalking, Slightly Proofread.

It had been some time since you last spoke with Peach and her willing and obedient entourage. You blissfully ignored them, avoiding the usual hangouts and skipping daily walks with your son. You took different routes and dined at other eateries, and for a while, you enjoyed this simple and slow-paced lifestyle. 

It was a particularly warm day in New York; the increasing winds had died, allowing you to turn off the space heaters that litter your apartment. You relished the smell of cleaning products and baby formula rather than burning rubber. You watched as Rafi bounced around in his walker from his room back to the living room. His hand slapped against some trinket that sang a quick tune of “You are my sunshine.” It was probably his favorite plaything on that bouncer, but it annoyed the absolute hell out of you. The loud and high-pitched continuous loop of "you are my sunshine... my only sunshine", but he loved it, so you endure it. You cracked open the window, allowing the fresh air to filter into the apartment, the warm breeze washing over you briefly before returning to stillness. Contently, you sighed. Your eyes flickered to the door; a hesitant knock followed by two more confident knocks. You shuffled off the couch, unable to gaze through the peephole due to the grime built up over the years. You mentally noted that you need to tell the landlord about that. Unlocking your three deadbolts, you pressed your ear against the door, hearing the muffled female voices.

You opened the door and noticed Peach, Beck, Lynn, and Annika. Your eyes widened as you stumbled back, Peach charging into the apartment. Her eyes glanced around as she brightly smiled at Rafi before returning her cold gaze to you. She crosses her arms, waiting for you to fill the silence with an apology. The tension hung in the air like a heavy fog, palpable and suffocating everyone as they all watched you, their once easy rapport replaced by an uneasy silence. Every word left unsaid seemed to echo between them, filling the space with a sense of unease that was almost tangible. You chuckled before turning away, gathering some of Rafi’s items out of habit. “You don’t just go MIA for weeks like that!” Everyone slowly shifts into the apartment; you feel suffocated. “I called, you never answer.”

You plainly answered, “I know.” You shoved some clothes into the hamper before returning to the group. You tried to think of something to say and formulate something harsh and crude to say back to Peach and her brainless minions that followed her every call, jumping at the snap of her fingers and pleading for some sort of acceptance from her. You sighed, sitting on the sage-colored love seat, your elbows resting on your knees as you rubbed your temples gently. “Peach, you and your…whatever this is. Can happily get the fuck out of my apartment. You can’t just storm into my home and expect me to drop to my knees begging for you to what…forgive me?” 

You felt the couch dip next to you, the smell of her engulfing you. It iterated the fuck out of you yet offered you a warm feeling. She was home; despite her manipulation, gas-lighting, and bitch behavior, she was home. You finally looked at her, your face growing warm as you pressed your lips together. Her smile growing as she knew, she squealed, wrapping her arms around you. “Say you forgive us… me?” You nodded against her before pulling back. “Great, let’s go out to eat! We’ve missed you and have lots to catch you up on!”

You nodded, pressing a feigned smile on her lips; Annika smiled, wrapping you in a brief, one-armed hug. She was followed by Lyn, who seemed more than pleased that you had returned. They moved away, gawking at Rafi as they spoke with him in an annoying, high-pitched tone. They were flashing toys in front of him before snatching them quickly as he giggled loudly. You stood beside Beck; an awkward silence washed over you both. Beck wanted to speak… she wanted to ask if what Peach had been filling in her head was true. Suppose you had been trying to pine after Joe; how would she feel? She admitted her feelings for Joe were growing; she liked having him around and the attention he provided her when Benji was off on a binge of whatever drug would provide him with whatever relief. “We missed you… I missed you,” Beck spoke, cutting through the silence. 

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, bumping into her shoulder and offering her a half smile. She tucked a small piece of hair behind her ear.  

“I’ve been dying to tell you about everything, I mean everything,” Beck whispers through her laugh as she watches you for a moment. Beck confided you about everything; you weren’t judgmental and never gave advice—you were just a lending ear that she craved in the whirlpool that was Peach. You sighed, knowing that no matter where you were in your life and how far you thought you had escaped Peach, she was always lurking in the shadows, ready to devour you at any minute.

You hummed softly, your hand occasionally, moving the visor back to check to see if your son was still alive. Your hand fluttered in front of his face; quickly, he reached for your fingers. You had spent most of the morning shopping for groceries and wanting to find some fresh produce. You gathered green apples, strawberries, and some blueberries. It has been a slow-paced morning; class was canceled, you were finally caught up on your assignments, and only needed to grade some papers from some of your classes. You hadn’t seen Peach since your lunch date with the girls two weeks ago. It was spent, for the most part, talking about Beck’s choices in men and the plethora of men that have taken her to bed… all this steaming from Benji ghosting her. You didn’t know what she saw in him, but he was a poser and couldn’t hold down an idea, let alone his own business. She had fucked, Mr. Bedroom Eyes, someone that she had met in the library, all while leading on Joe and worrying about Benji.

Your eyes shifted slightly; noticing him underneath the navy-blue baseball cap, he examined the fruit before placing it down. You smiled brightly, peering left and right before approaching him. You stuttered for a moment; wait is it weird that you were approaching him? Did you even need to say hello? You stood behind him, mindlessly watching his gaze at the fruit. Weaving through the throngs of people as your eyes held steady on him, your hands tightening against the stroller. Panic surged through you, threatening to overwhelm my senses as your hands hesitantly reach out to his shoulder. Joe jumped as he spun around; a toothy grin fell on his lips as his eyes shifted to Rafi. “Sorry, this must be weird.” You quickly tried to explain, and yet there you stood. 

“No!” Joe smiled, “No weird at all.” He watched you, taking in your beauty from the curve of your lips to the furrow of your brows. Your eyes are a soft color, filled with so much emotion. He contained his excitement, continuing to handle the slightly ripe peach in his hand. A soft breath of relief escaped your lips; Joe watched you, taking in every moment, from the twitch of your eye when you smiled to the slight tightening of your hands against the stroller’s handle. Were you nervous? You didn’t need to be! I am all yours! Joe’s thoughts muddled aggressively through his head, his eyes concentrating more on your slight movements, the way you shifted your weight to your left hip as you stood there, watching him. Your index finger nervously taps before stopping.

“Good, I thought it’d be weird if I recognized you in this crowded space,” you laughed; it was soft. A small smile crept on his face as he moved closer to you, a single step to be closer to you. You slightly shifted, leaning against the stroller as you pushed it in front of you before bringing it back. “It’s nice to see you again.” Your heart fluttered as you watched his goofy take hold of his lips. His cheeks dusted pink as he nodded hesitantly; he stepped forward, watching you walk away in the crowd, occasionally wiggling your fingers in front of your son’s view. 

“Are you alone?” Joe mentally cringed as you paused, peering over your shoulder in confusion, “I meant, I could keep you company while you go shopping… If you don’t mind.” Do you mind? You wouldn’t mind, would you? Joe thought; he watched you ponder his offer, and you fully faced him as you smiled, nodding at him. Joe joined you, shoulders bumping into each other as you continued to walk through the farmer’s market. Looking at the different herbs and vegetation sprawled on the tables, you fingered at them, rubbing your fingers with a concentrated look on your face as Joe pushed Rafi. Joe watched you in awe, his hand gripping against the stroller in angst and yearning. He watched you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear; you quickly turned to him, putting a strong-smelling herb in his face. He winced as he swatted at his nose; you laughed softly before agreeing with the saleswoman that the left one was more pungent. 

“My mom made this weird-tasting soup for me when I was sick, but it always helped. It helps when Rafi has a little bug. He hates it; he scratches at my arms when I force-feed it to him.” You laughed, showing him the small craters in her skin that hadn’t healed properly. Joe took your arm, letting his thumb trace over the craters. “He’s so mean when he wants to be; I guess he gets that from his dad.” Joe watched you, taking in every word that was said. 

“His dad hit you?” You were stunned; you placed the herbs in your tote bag before looking at Rafi, making a slight face and tickling him. Joe observed you, your face tense as you seemingly tried to feign enjoyment in the brief time with your son. He watched how you weren’t standing so close to him; your shoulders still touched every again, but not the same as before. Joe cursed at himself for bringing it up; Joe hated that he made you feel so small and helpless again. You froze at the sound of your name; Joe noticed it, too. He peered over his shoulder seeing someone rush to you, his hand waving wildly as he began to jog to catch up to you. He called your name again. Joe’s eyes flickered at you, and you were frozen, eyes wide in fear. Joe leaned closer to you, but you were snapped out of thoughts when the man stood directly behind you. You slowly turned, now facing the stranger. Joe watched the man; something about was familiar, the curve of his lip and the bushiness of his brow. His hair was long and pulled into a rendition of a man-bun with some pieces falling in front of his face; he was clean-shaven and muscular. His skin was a deep cooper color that glistened but wasn’t sweat…more of an oil-based lotion. 

“It’s been so long!” he smiled with a bright smile, teeth perfect and in a row, no obscurities or imperfection. He tried reaching out for a hug, but you backed away, letting a small smile rest on your lips. You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t have to for Joe to notice how uncomfortable you were. “Who’s this?” His eyes never left yours. Joe could see the intimidation in his eyes, and his smile never reached his eyes when he spoke. 

Joe moved the stroller before him, stretching his hand in the process; a bright smile rested on his lips. “Joe.” The man didn’t acknowledge him or care for his name. Finally, he passed him a glance, his face churning into a distasteful look. His eyes moved to the stroller, and as a bright smile crossed his lips, he bent down for a moment. Wiggling at Rafi’s shoes, speaking in a babbled baby talk before looking up to you again. 

“You know he misses you and him; you shouldn’t run away. Especially with his child.” The man spoke, and he stood to his feet. “See around.” He spoke before brushing past you. Joe grabbed your arm, and you winced momentarily, flinching away from him. Your eyes finally connected with Joe’s; you sucked in a deep breath before grabbing unto the stroller. A sense of comfort washed over you. 

“Thanks for today… for this. I appreciate it,” you hummed. Joe nodded, watching you walk away; his eyes focused on the man who had ruined your perfect day together. It started innocently enough, stumbling into an impromptu game of hide-and-seek. Plunging into the maze of crowds, Joe found himself, trailing the stranger, drawn by the same curiosity that everyone in the market has. Joe shadowed his movements, picking up a weathered journal or a fruit that was slightly ripe. His eyes cut to the man every chance he had gotten. As Joe meanders through the maze of makeshift booths and colorful displays, the man he’s following remains blissfully unaware of his presence. They weave through the crowd, partaking in a dance that only Joe is aware of. 

“Dom! Dom! Dom Batista! As I live and breathe in the flesh it is you!” Joe groaned at the dramatic nature of New Yorkians, every word that stumbles out of their mouth an illicit affair with Shakespeare and a Soap Opera. “It has been so long since we’ve last seen each other!”

Joe followed behind you, face low as he watched you hurriedly move through the streets, passing men and women alike. 

Batista….Batista….Batista is the name of a Judge in New York City; their mother was an actress who starred in plenty of movies before her fall from grace and getting addicted to cocaine. They had three children, three boys: Jonathan, the oldest—who was a criminal defense attorney. He was married with two sons. He didn’t post on social media, but his wife, Mary Glassgo, came from an Affluent family in Virginia who had established wealth through “other means.” during the late 1700s, did, in fact, post and posted often. She was overly descriptive and pictured all the locations where they dined, shopped, and vacationed. She was on a trip with her two sons, enjoying the mountains in Vermont.  The caption was, “Can’t get away from life all the time, but when I do, it’s always with my two favorite boys.” Joe followed you across the street, scrolling through her Instagram until he came across a photo from Thanksgiving; he dragged his thumb across the screen, revealing a picture of her and another man who looked similar to Jonathan, tagged was St_Do_Batista. Dominick, the middle— Joe, recgonized him as the man he saw today; he frequently posted almost every day at the gym. He was a professional boxer; his face wasn’t riddled with too many lacerations and scars, which indicated that he was good at his craft. He had a girlfriend, one of many girlfriends. They all came and gone, as soon as a new one would be posted with a bright smile, not knowing her fate. Petite blondes, curvy brunettes, tall red-heads, even some bald girls with tattoos riddling every surface of their bodies.  

“Hello….” Joe thought; he scrutinized the photo, and you were smiling, your cheek pressed against him as you embraced him. He just won a fight; he hugged you tight. Joe scrolled to the following image… it was a video; he played it. You giggled as he spun, cheering as one hand held you tight against him. You spoke gently, words that the camera didn’t pick up, nor did anyone else. He continued to scroll as he noticed that most photos were of you cooking in his house, at the park with him, on his couch with the laptop tucked on your thighs as you carefully examined whatever was on the screen. You took up a majority of his life and then nothing. Joe saw a picture of him and another look similar to the Batista family; he clicked on the tagged name. RafiBat didn’t post much, but when he did, he generated a lot of attention from women. He was a boxer, too, and he and his brother were often referred to as the Basista Brothers. He didn’t post you often, once or twice; that was in photos with Dominick. But it was evident that you both were friends. He was attending a university known for its Marine Biology program. He had been traveling overseas, where he had been for the last few months, pictures of him with sharks, fish, turtles, and some other classmates. There was a picture of you, smiling brightly in his bed with her belly exposed; it was small, possibly in the early months of your pregnancy. His caption read “My Everything.”

Joe’s attention was averted to the left as he noticed someone briskly walking, eyes concentrated on you. His hand dug into his pocket as he pulled out his phone, dialing quickly. He spoke before hanging up. Did you not notice? Did you feel someone following you? Joe broke off in a sprint, laughing softly before calling out your name; you peered over your shoulder in confusion, hesitating as you squinted your eyes at him. 

Joe’s body collided against yours, taking your hand as he smiled gently. “Why’d you run off like that? I was looking for you everywhere!” he calls out exaggeratedly loud, his hand falling at his side; he watched your wide eyes swiftly snap to him while he continued to guide you forward, Joe’s hand pressed on your lower back. “Someone has been following you,” he whispered through a gritted smile. Her body stiffened as his words echoed through the stillness in the air; you were tempted to look, her head inching to the left slightly. “No, don’t look… Just keep walking baby.” You hummed in understanding. Joe peered over his shoulder, watching the man avoiding the dim street lights, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his body focused ahead of him, but he could see the whites of his eyes and the darkness of his orbs staring deep into your side. Then Joe remembered the small encounter you had at Peach’s party, the drunken party-goer grabbing you, retelling his woes of missing their friend group and a man who seemed to miss you just as much. Your body reacted negatively, your eyes watering, and your skin paled as you stumbled away from him.  Joe watched your hands dance against your face, trying to wipe the anxiety that was trailing through your body. Joe wanted to lead you home, protecting you from the evils lurking in the shadows you weren’t aware of. Joe allowed you to lead you both to your apartment complex. Joe swiftly grabbed Rafael, allowing you to close the stroller. You put in the code 76477; Joe held open the door as you shuffled in your hands, digging through your satchel in search of your keys. He noticed three locks; just as if you practiced this a hundred times, you easily unlocked the door. 

Joe smelled deeply, taking in the scent of baby powder and your aroma. Rafael rested against his neck, his chest breathing gently as he slept. His tiny breaths could be heard as they smacked against his pacifier. Joe scanned your apartment again; it was vastly bigger than Beck’s and his. His eyes fell on an opening; it wasn’t too big but just big enough to have a window, an oak-colored crib decorated with white and green. “You can just set him down in there…He won’t last too long in the crib,” He heard your voice as you locked the front door. You were latching on the deadbolts and other self-brought knick-knacks. Joe set Rafi down, brushing his hair out his face; he squirmed slightly in a panic. Joe quickly turned on the mobile, slightly out of reach for Rafi. He pressed a button; the mobile began to hum to live, and soon, water sounds came on. Splashing, sounds of whales and dolphins, and what seems like rain hitting the waters. It was soothing, and Rafi’s face soon mellowed. Joe allowed Rafi to hold unto his finger; his grip was tight as his body sprawled on the crib’s mattress.

“He usually isn’t so peaceful to put down. He must like you.” He heard you whisper; Joe peered over his shoulder, watching your head pressed against the door’s frame. Joe removed his finger, returning his attention to you. You walked out of the room as Joe followed you. The silence washed over you as you paced around the room, trying to find the right words. Joe stood there, waiting, allowing you to take as much time as needed. 

“Joe?” You finally whispered, your eyes finally landing on him. In that moment, Joe felt your souls tying together, latching and burning into each other. “Thank you.” you pushed out, tucking your bottom lip into your teeth. 

“I noticed him following you after the market…I didn’t know what to do but when I saw him trying to cross the street… Who is he?” 

“Dominick, my ex’s brother. Rafi’s father.” Joe nodded; you trusted him, you trusted him. You weren’t a liar like Beck, “Dom and I were close; I even thought we would be together, but then he got a girlfriend. He stopped coming around, that’s when I met Rafael, he was gentle at first…but I guess that was the point. I had a fling with him and then with his brother, shit just got messy fast, and I got pregnant. That’s when he got abusive… I tried pressing charges, but his dad always dropped the cases, saying that I was a daughter of a junky prostitute and a “john.” I asked for a different judge and each time I was denied. I was finally….finally allowed to get a restraining against him, but it expired, and I wasn’t allowed to renew due to no current impending dangers.” Joe watched you; he stepped close to you, grabbing your arms. You sighed, looking up at him. 

“If you need anything, anything… I am here for you.” Joe whispers; you nod, folding your arms underneath each other.

Please ask me to say; please beg me to stay. Joe thought; he nodded as he moved away from the couch. “Joe, wait!” You stood up, “You don’t mind staying for the night, do you? I would feel comfortable with a man around the house… just for the night.” Your voice is soft, and Joe could tell you needed him. He couldn’t deny you. He peered over his shoulder and smiled. 

The night progressed as you lay in the bed, shifting uncomfortably in the bed. Your eyes squeezing shut, trying to feign being asleep in hopes of tricking your mind into slumber.

“Joe, are you sleeping?” You called out into the darkness, “Joe?” You called out once more, panicked; you sat up quickly squinting through the darkness as you watched his chest slowly fall and rise. You sighed for a moment, shifting comfortably in the bed.

“Yes?” 

Joe rises from the couch, groaning as he shuffles to you. He crawls into bed, and you open the covers, allowing him to slide in. His eyes were low from being awoken from his sleep, his hands tight as he observed you move closer to him. You craved his warmth; a sense of comfort and protection seeped through to you. Your eyes focused on Joe’s, watching through the stillness of the night and the slight light that the moon gave you. His hand gently reached out, tucking your hair behind your ear, holding onto the strand until he reached the end. He moved closer, pressing a kiss on your forehead. He held it, trying to compose himself. He didn’t want to push himself onto you; he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to be like your ex or your father. Joe pulled back, your eyes fluttering open hesitantly, and you moved closer to him. Your lips molded together, smacking in the silence as your slight hums vibrated into his mouth. He pulled away; you were vulnerable and seeking out comfort in him. He needed to wait to see if this feeling rang true. He wanted you more than you could know, more than he thought possible. He couldn’t take advantage of you like this, not right now… not ever. He cuffed your cheek, kissing your forehead before you, wishing you a good night.

Burning something evoked a wide range of emotions in Joe, a symbol of something new shifting in the atmosphere. The flicker of a match igniting, the scent of smoke swirling in the air, and the crackle of flames consuming the body— the overwhelming sensory experiences that engage him in the death of Benji. He stood over the growing flames, watching them dance against his body; Joe thought he would feel at ease. He couldn’t–his mind racing back to you and Rafi. Joe grew angry, feeling compelled to kill Benji; he was powerless against the woe of Beck, her smile and innocence being stripped away. It's as if his autonomy is being stripped away, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed. The heightened feelings of frustration and resentment began to grow through this loss of control. 

He thought of you as he smelled the charred remains of Benji, your face dancing in the flames. He sighed, pushing his forearm against his brow. He quickly dialed you; he needed to hear your voice. 

“Joey?” Joe heard you whisper, soothing all anxieties that rushed through him. His hand gripping the steering wheel. “Joey? Everything alright?” He hummed, letting his head rest against the steering wheel. It has been one month since he had forced his way into your apartment, leaving articles of clothing behind and coming up with any excuse to stay the night, not that you minded. He had a key to your apartment now, coming in the mornings and getting Rafi together for daycare as you prep for classes and graded papers. Your glasses hung off the bridge of your nose while you gnawed on the cap of the pen—your eyes shifting from the monitor to the paper as you scribbled some markings on it before moving on to the next. The way his lips danced against yours, his hands gently caressed your skin as your lips tangled.

“Yes, everything is alright.” He heard you shuffling, the covers shifting off your body. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, Joey, no, you didn’t. What’s wrong?” You could always read him; you would always tell. You didn’t even have to look at him to see that something was picking at him. He knew that you were good for him; you were everything that he needed you to be. Joe remained silent; the only that was heard was Rafi’s babbling. “Just come over and well talk, okay.”

“Okay.” Joe hung up and made his way to you, his head spinning from his recent murder. His fingers trembled as he pulled down your street, finding a parking spot adjacent to your apartment building. He moved out of the car. His key jingled in the locks swiftly; you swung open the door, watching in bewilderment. Worry drawn on your eyebrows and lips. “Joey, what is going on? Was it—”

“No…no, just Beck.” You nodded for a moment, allowing him to enter the apartment; slamming the door, you proceeded to deadbolt the locks. You stared at the final lock, trying to compose yourself; he wasn’t yours. You were just friends. Why did it hurt at the mention of her name at the thought of him being at her apartment, embracing her? “She just makes me insane, always having to watch her and look out for her. All the lies and the—” You picked up the clothes that scattered the floor, tossing them in Rafi’s dirty clothes hamper. Mindlessly, you grabbed the toys, tossing them in a bin as they interrupted his sentence. 

“I see.” was all you could mumble out, your eyes flickering to him. He continued to ramble about how he didn’t trust her–how she was always so secretive around him. But that was Beck; the doe-like look in her eyes always masked the truth that crawled beneath the surface. She was manipulative; everything she did was calculated and meticulous. Her bold red lip contrasted against her pale skin, and her dress revealed just enough of her thigh to keep her professor yearning for more. The way she teased and poked at man’s most animalistic and primitive yearning, dangling it in front of their face before yanking it. You turned to face him, letting the hamper fall against the floor. 

“I frankly don’t want to hear about Beck. I understand she’s your girlfriend or whatever she is but, I can’t take hearing about her. When you’re sitting in my apartment, helping me take care of my son… playing house with me. I don’t want to hear about Beck. I get enough of her when I am with them. Every issue that plagues her, I hear about, all the damn time. Benji, you, the Captian. I can’t–I just can’t do it.” You turn away, heated you move into the bathroom face burning with embarrassment and angry. Angrily you slapped at the knob, turning on the hot water on. It screeched for a moment before the hot water spit out.

As you step into the shower, the hot water cascades over your skin, offering a momentary reprieve from the turmoil. Droplets dance across your body, carrying away the remnants of anger and frustration that cling to you like a heavy cloak. With each passing second, the tension melts away, replaced by a soothing sensation of renewal. You close your eyes, allowing the water to envelop you completely, washing away the Beck and Joe's monologue that echoed in your mind. Steam fills the air, wrapping you in a comforting embrace as you stand beneath the gentle stream, letting it cleanse your body and soul. Slowly, the weight of the conversation begins to lift, replaced by a sense of clarity and calm. In this sanctuary of steam and solitude, you find solace. You sighed as the shower opened; you saw his feet planted in the shower and the sound of a soft sigh resting in the air. You feel his hands gliding against your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips pecked your shoulder, sucking in the aroma that cascaded around him. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”  His hand gently drummed your abdomen, his cock hardening against you as he pecked at you, his hands moving to your breast, kneading at them slowly, letting his fingers squeeze and tug at your nipples. 

“Please, forgive me” he whispered; you couldn’t say no to him. So, you nodded, turning around fully to face him. Pressing a gently kiss against his lip, stepping out of the shower, grabbing the towel as you instantly moved to Rafi’s crib. 

As the tears streamed down his Rafi’s flushed cheeks, Joe’s heart ached with empathy. With gentle hands, he lifted the sobbing child into his arms, cradling him against his chest, his hand rubbing circles against his back something that he noticed his mom and he liked. Leaning close, he murmured soothing words in a soft, reassuring tone, his voice a balm to the boy's distressed soul. With each gentle stroke of his hand and whispered promise, Joe felt the tension begin to melt away from his Rafi’s trembling form. He rocked him back and forth, a steady rhythm that mirrored the beating of his own heart, a silent vow to always be there to chase away the shadows and dry the tears. Joe moved back your bed, and you reached out your arms, allowing Rafi to settle into your chest and Joe to cuddle back into your side. Rafi was a crybaby and wanted you to hold him 25/8; you wanted to break him out of that habit. Joe and you had been working on getting him to sleep through the night in his crib, it would only last two nights out of the week before Joe caved and dragged himself to Rafi’s crib, engulfing him in his arms. You didn’t bother to correct him; you could tell that something was off with him. You two didn’t speak much after your moment the shower; you didn’t try to get him to speak either.

A heavy knock on the door had woken Joe; he hissed in frustration, moving the walker out of the way as he stumped his toe against it. He looked back, seeing Rafi whining for him, his arm stretched as he crawled closer to the edge of the bed. Joe scooped him up, snatching your phone and checking the time—7:37 AM. He grunted as he moved to unlock the deadbolts and finally the door. The door swung open, revealing Peach. Her eyes widened as she glanced at Joe; quickly, she shook her head, trying to find the right words to say but couldn’t. Peach observed him, eyes squinted in fury and confusion. “She’s sleeping Peach.”

She called out your name, moving into the living room, her eyes falling on you as you lay in bed. Her head snapped to Joe, realizing that he was in his boxers. “What the fuck! What did you do to her?” Peach asked as she tried to grab Rafi. Joe stiffed her and backed away as she continued to reach for your son. 

Joe held Rafi tightly in his arms as Peach had her outstretched arms and a determined frown on her face. Ignoring Joe’s protective grip, Peach reached for the child, her fingers brushing against Joe’s before clasping around the little one's hand. Joe’s heart skipped a beat, a surge of protectiveness welling up within him. He pulled back, his hand resting against Rafi’s back as he watched Peach’s face morph, her eyes narrowing before he turned her attention to you. 

“Peach? What–What are you doing?” You shifted from the covers, you were in a grey crewneck, a B printed in brown and outlined in red. Your hair messing tied away from your face as you squinted to fully focus on her. 

“No! No—what are you doing?” She hisses, stomping towards you, your finger jabbing into the air as she throws her hands dramatically. 

“Peach, he was just—I saw Dominick. Since then, he has been here for me. Nothing… Nothing else has been going on.” You shouted over her rambles. Something in her face changed; she slammed her mouth shut, looking at you, taking in your words. She grabbed the back of her arm, holding it tighter to her person. Joe noticed the slight change in her demeanor at the mention of Dominick; he scared her. 

“Did you–” You quickly shook her hand, stretching out your hands for Rafi; Joe quickly moved to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed as Rafi crawled into your lap. Joe’s hands rested on top of yours; he pressed his lips against Rafi’s head before cuffing your chin. He rose to his feet. He grabbed his things, placing them on his clothes. He jiggled his phone before leaving out of your apartment, a silent single for you to call him when she leaves. “When did that happen?”

“Nothing happened. He just was here for me at the time and… I trust him.” Peach laughs, sitting on the bed. 

“Trust him, absolutely not. You know he’s playing you just like he’s playing Beck!” You rolled your eyes, unsure of what to make of her accusations. I mean, they weren’t incorrect in their entirety. Joe had a fleeting romance with Beck and probably still does. “He’s using you. I lost Beck to him, and I am not going to lose you. In this stupid ideology where you think you need him! You don’t need him! I am here for you; call me if you are feeling scared; call me if you are feeling down!” 

“I know” you mumbled, caressing Rafi. “I shouldn’t trust him” you confessed. “I really shouldn’t” a bitter laugh left your throat as you chocked on a sob that rose in your throat. 

“He could be like Rafael! You are so blinded by love that you didn’t see it then, but I did, and now, I do.” Peach whispered, as she inched in Joe’s spot. Resting her head against your chest, her hands wrapping against your torso. 

 Joe stood outside the closed door, his fists clenched at his sides, he strained to hear the muffled voices from within. Anger simmered beneath his skin, fueled by the snippets of conversation that reached his ears. Each word felt like a dagger, piercing through the thin veneer of his composure. He could hear her strained voice, a mixture with a Peach’s voice—a voice that grated on his nerves like sandpaper. His jaw tightened, muscles coiling with tension as he fought the urge to burst through the door and confront the source of his jealousy head-on. The temptation to intervene, to demand answers, pulsed through him like a steady drumbeat, drowning out reason and restraint. With every passing moment, his anger mounted, a raging inferno threatening to consume him whole. Yet, for now, he remained on the other side of the door, a silent witness to his own unraveling emotions. Something needed to happen, Peach was always in the way, the intricate dance of relationships that she always blocked. Stepping on his toes and stealing you away from him. Tangling you in her grasp, the same spell that Beck was under.  She was a figure looming in the background, casting a shadow over any potential romance that Joe worked so hard to grow and nourish. Her presence was like a shield, deflecting any attempts at romantic advancement with a casual remark or a well-timed interruption. 

He needed to kill her; her undoing was all the fault of her own. 

Goodbye Peach Sallinger. 

#imagines #imagine #request #requested #joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg imagines #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg #peach salinger #you imagine

[onegayastronaut]

Hooking Up With Peach Salinger Would Include…

Requested by anon: Hiii I'm not too sure if you still write for peach I just re watched season 1 and miss her sm could it be fine to request in a peach salinger x fem! Reader smut (if that's cool) where r is like a librarian like joe and peach finds that hot lmao and they end up hooking up in the library all the while trying not to get caught if that's okay

Peach was dragged into the library by one of her friends, and complained about having to go to a place so mundane

As soon as she entered the library, she was looking all around in order to make sure nobody could recognize her

She thought you were really cute, but since you were working at the library, that meant you most likely were not as wealthy as her

However, she couldn’t stop thinking about you, and went back to the library to see you

You noticed her fidgeting around like she’s lost, and decided to go ask if she needed any help

When you asked her a question, Peach started stuttering, which made her even more flustered

After helping her find the book she was “looking” for, she told you that she would come back if she had any more questions

Peach would come by several times a week just to see you, and find excuses to touch your arm

After a while of you not picking up the hint that she wanted you, she finally dragged you behind a shelf and started taking off your clothes

You were scared of someone walking in on you, but Peach told you that nobody would come to this particular corner of the library anyway

Hooking up at the library multiple times after that

Your coworkers pointed out that you would “disappear” at random times, but they had enough sense to not ask questions

You had to get more creative to not get caught, and stopping as soon as you hear something

Peach thinks its hot whenever you put your hand over her mouth to stop her from moaning

Eventually moving things to her apartment because the two of you had come so close to getting caught

#peach salinger #peach salinger x reader #peach salinger imagine #you #you netflix #you imagines

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

oh my God you for write for "you" !!! can I get some relationship canons with Joe goldberg? also with peach? (separately)

Dating Joe Goldberg would include:

○ This guy is gonna treat you like you’re his goddess.

○ Like, ask for anything and he will do that for you (especially kill people that bother you)

○ He’s literally always there for you.

○ You scared to walk back home alone? What a coincidence! Turns out he’s just two streets away.

○ The stalkerism has been a little on the downside since you’re now dating, but he can’t help himself to be worried sometimes.

○ It’s not that it doesn’t trust you, it’s just that Beck and Candace pushed him to always check one two three four times to be sure you’re not cheating.

○ But when he sees that he was worried for nothing, he smiles and eventually just leaves you to do your own thing in peace.

○ And when you come home, he gives you all his love and attention.

○ Like, you come back home and more than once there’s a nice dinner set up and your lips turn into a huge smile.

○ He also loves to make you breakfast, so there’s a lot of bed and breakfast with you two.

○ He always seems to be watching you do things, too.

○ It used to creep you out at first (especially when you would wake up and see him staring at you) but now you think it’s kind of adorable.

○ Like, he’s just always looking at you with pure adoration and even though you don’t think you deserve it, it makes your heart melt.

○ He just shows how much he loves you all the time, so you try to show it too.

○ Like when you’re at work, you would text him thoughts you’re having throughout the day and some pretty pictures, also telling him how you can’t wait to see him again.

○ Or when you have some time, you would stop at his bookshop for a quick book review and a few kisses, before asking for a date the same night.

○ Or sometimes you would come to his apartment with a small gift you bought of nowhere, only because you saw it and it made you think of him.

○ It’s those little things that reassure him that you love him too.

○ Lots of cute dates out in the town, usually going for coffee shops or just walking around town to talk.

○ But also lots of snuggling on the couch, sometimes to read a book together.

○ Lots of forehead kisses too (he loves to hear you giggle when he does it).

○ You’re the one who always takes his hand in yours, and you always surprise him.

○ One time you were both reading your own books and you’ve suddenly decided to take his hand in hostage.

○ It was very difficult to turn the pages for the both of you, but it was worth it.

○ He always pushes you to go for your dreams, which you’re so thankful for.

○ He just loves you so much.

○ And you love him too.

Dating Peach Sallinger would include:

○ This woman is a queen and she’s gonna treat you like you’re her queen.

○ She would buy you everything you ask for, and also everything you’re not asking for.

○ Like she would notice how you’ve stared at a specific necklace while you were walking in town and that necklace would suddenly be in a wrapped box on your bed the next day.

○ Or sometimes you would mention how you would like to go to a specific country and she immediately starts buying plane tickets and hotel expenses.

○ You’re embarrassed by how much money she spends on you.

○ But when you try to talk about it, she always shushes you with a passionate kiss.

○ “I just love you so fucking much, I wanna spoil you all the time.”

○ Eventually, you convince her that you don’t need all this stuff, you only need her.

○ And she almost cries.

○ Almost.

○ She has a reputation to keep.

○ Most of her money goes on traveling with you and having couple spa treatments after that.

○ A sea of breakfast food to eat with her every morning.

○ Also, lots of dates in restaurants and bars.

○ She loves to see you dressed up for her (especially when you take the dress she picked out for you).

○ Lots of neck kisses from her.

○ Lots of cheek kisses from you.

○ But lots of kisses in general.

○ She doesn’t really like holding your hand, but she’s all in for some PDA action.

○ Especially when a guy’s getting too close to you.

○ One day, you notice hr taking pictures of you at the most random times to add to her collection

○ You decide to take pictures of her too, starting a fun competition between the two of you.

○ You end up making a wall collage full of pictures of you and her as a gift.

○ She doesn’t show much expression when she sees it, but her cheeks turn red.

○ You just kiss her cheek and hold her from the side while she stares at the wall.

○ “I love you too, Peach.”

#you #joe goldberg #peach sallinger #joe golberg x reader #peach sallinger x reader #request #requests #joe golberg imagine #peach sallinger imagine #joe goldberg imagines #peach sallinger imagines #imagine #imagines #x reader #you imagine #you imagines #you x reader #peach salinger #peach salinger imagine #peach salinger imagines #peach salinger x reader

[livelovelaug-h]

Imagine running into joe at the DMV after meeting him at Anavrin

Joe x reader ofcc :: second part to "imagine meeting a cute guy at Anavrin "

Before

Joe's pov

Y/n, this is why you're not for me.

[BELLS TINKLING in Mooney's]

Once upon a time, I believed in love.

Sure, I'd been hurt before, but I'd learned from that, and I wanted to fight for a fresh start.

The real thing this time.

So, boy meets girl, boy knows this is something special, and he thinks, "Let me do everything I can to make this right".

So, I did.

I was brave.

I was vulnerable.

I won her the old-fashioned way.

I tried to do everything right for her.

I knew you have to do anything for love.

So I did. I did whatever I had to, whatever it took.

"I love you, Joe." Beck said.

"I love you too." ....

"I heard about you and Candace."

But Beck she did not trust me.

So she started asking questions about the past.

"Candace? I think they dated."

But I can't say I was shocked when it didn't work out. "Who's Elijah? I ask Candace.

"Give me my phone, Joe."

"He's not your brother, I know that."

"I don't love you. I never have."

She started digging for stuff that should have stayed buried.

I picked wrong. I made mistakes.

[GLASS BREAKS.]

- Love had made me blind.

And now - love turned to poison.

BECK:"Tell me I'm crazy. Tell me you didn't kill Peach." She sobs. "Tell me you didn't kill Peach."

And when love dies, it really hurts.

- The bottom line is

she couldn't love me back.

[BECK SCREAMS.]

And our love died.

I thought that was the end.

A sad story.

A broken heart I'd have to heal from to love again.

But no, there was more hurt in store.

Candace.

"I think we have some unfinished business to talk about."she says.

"Yeah."

And so I realize this is what I get for trying so hard.

I can't love again.

I can't risk it.

It's too dangerous. The only fresh start is a start without love.

This is what it's come to.

I'm a troubled man changed by the things I do. True, but it's funny how Love has taken me to dark places. But Los Angeles has gotta be as dark as it gets. When you're running from someone who thinks they know you, the best place to hide is a city they think you hate because, well, I do.

I'm closing my heart, like an out-of-business bookstore, and I'm here for the moment where everyone is too into themselves to ever connect with another person. It's the worst city in the world and the last place I wanna be, and that's perfect.

It's temporary.

Regroup, get some cash together, figure out next moves, go. Never look back.

It's a chance to get back to who I really am: - a quiet guy, who just wants to lead a quiet life. I've done time in uglier cages.

Do not fixate on any one person.

Later ~~

Hello you.

No, fuck, no, I'm not doing that.

I'm not gonna try to figure out who you are, why you look so concerned about the state of that heirloom tomato.

Now

I see you working at the kitchen. You look so hot I could just "uhh" you moan "that feels good joe say my name." I fantasize us having sex.

What's wrong with me? I don't do this.

Not anymore.

I don't fantasize to some impossible version of a woman I barely know.

It's not good. No.

It's hard to have a fresh start, y/n when the past is on your mind.

~~~

"Hi, I need a driver's license."

" ID and proof of residence? "

"Yep, it's all there." She types for what seems forever.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

" Slow system."

Some woman in the back yells "that is completely unacceptable."

MAN: "Ma'am, come up to the window, please."

"Just wait, I'll fix this."

I know that voice.

"Sir? This woman has an appointment.

Just like I just had an appointment.

You just helped me five seconds ago."

What are the chances?

"she has to come back with somebody that can speak whatever she speaks."

"Arabic? I mean, it's pretty common."

"Excuse me, does anybody speak Arabic? - Anyone?"

" I can."

"Thank you, sir, please."

"Nobody's gonna skip you, right? Thank you, everyone. See? Someone who can help. Wasn't that hard to ask."

"Some people, huh? Okay, this is all in order. You'll step over there to take the written test." The lady says handing me my papers.

"Okay, thank you." I say to her & smile.

"Will." You say as you walk towards me.

"Kismet, right? I mean, what are the chances? I don't always cause a scene. "I promise." you laugh and it's cute.

"That was pretty impressive."

"Good, because I actually frequently do cause a scene."

"Well, I have to take this test."

"Well, you got this. Here. For luck." you kissed my cheek. What was that???. I'm in heaven. You walked away out of my sight.

EMPLOYEE: "Next in line, please step forward."

Are you really who you seem to be? Could anyone be that light and fearless? You know, I didn't because I promised myself I wouldn't, but now it would be weird not to, right? You're kidding me.

Are you the only woman in Los Angeles not showing off for strangers? Speaks well of you, but does make it trickier.

Unfortunately, I know exactly what I need to do.

~~~ your pov

I hope kissing him wasn't too forward. What was I thinking?? But I liked it, and I think he did too. He is driving me crazy. He probably doesn't even like me back. What if he's already dating someone? Ugh.

#joe goldberg x beck #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg fanfiction #joe goldberg imagines #joe x beck #penn badgley #penn badgley x reader #love quinn #forty quinn #james scully #ellie alves #delilah alves #carmela zumbado #jenna ortega #you season 2 #you season two #Mooney's #bookstore #peach salinger #shay mitchell #elizabeth lail #victoria pedretti #sera gamble #chris delia #robin lord taylor #will bettelheim #los angeles #anavrin #stalker #joe goldberg

[alicentes]

You season 2 but instead of candace being revealed as the survivor of joe and going after him it’s peach salinger

#peach salinger #you netflix #joe goldberg #you season 2 #shay mitchell #im actually one of the few ppl who like candace and think she deserved better because she did care about protecting the quinns from joe #but just imagine how iconic peach had been tho #and we had actually already got to know peach and her figuring out the truth about beck and wanting justice would be more real

[pllfanatic]

#pretty little liars #pll #pretty little lairs #pll girls #pll finale #emily fields imagine #emilyfieldsedit #emily fields #shay mitch #tw shay mitchell #shay mitchell #shay mitchel icons #you netflix #peach salinger #peach salanger

[ashleesbookishadventure]

Official Review - You

You is a story about Joe and Beck. Joe Goldberg knew he loved Guinevere Beck (Beck as her friends call her)  from the moment she walked into his bookstore. Of course, he had to know her. Everything started out great but as his obsession grows, things become deadly.  

This post does contain SPOILERS so if you haven’t read the book or seen the show, you’ve been warned.

My first introduction to Joe and Beck was through the Netflix show, which I loved! I was hooked from the moment I started watching. Imagine my delight when I discovered that this amazing show originated from a book! I knew I had to read it. It took me a while since I’ve been busy but I finally got around to reading it. I loved it. It was (obviously) better than the show but I’m happy the show didn’t stray too far. 

First things first, we’ve got Joe Goldberg. Manages/practically owns a small bookstore, lives alone, doesn’t talk about his family. He meets Beck and becomes obsessed with her. Beck pretty much posts her entire life online so Joe has no trouble learning everything about her. Eventually, they date and he becomes more and more infatuated with her even though she’s standoffish. She discovers how crazy he seems to be (keeping mementos from her house, stealing her stuff, etc.) and tries to break it off. It doesn’t work out in her favor. I think Joe is a crazy person but I definitely prefer his character over Beck. Beck is a nightmare and I really hope there aren’t too many people in the world like her. She was so indecisive and, quite honestly, a terrible friend and boyfriend. All she wanted in life was attention from others but was never satisfied when she got it. I’m actually happy she died in the end. She lies to everyone in her life that her dad is dead then uses excuses to convince herself and others that it was for the best. I can’t stand people who make excuses for other people’s crazy behavior. Her best friend is Peach Salinger - who’s somehow related to JD Salinger but no one knows how and no, you can’t ask (insert eye roll here). Peach is just as manipulative as Beck, if not more. She’s in love with Beck which is pretty much why Beck puts up with her batshit crazy self. 

Long story short, people die and it’s an awesome, wonderfully written story. READ IT!

#books #book review #ashleesbookishadventure #you by caroline kepnes #tbr post

[scrayas-blog]

                 hey sisters ! my name’s 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 ( yes, after the iconic peach salinger ) and i’m super excited to be here ! not gonna lie, i had a different idea for soraya way before i started writing her intro ( like how i wanted her faceclaim to be laura harrier but then zendaya kept calling my name lmao ), but i like how she came out !my only hope is that you guys like her too & that my intro isn’t too poorly written. it’s been a while since i’ve written a character intro, so please don’t roast me too much ! anyways, here’s my bbg soraya !

           a zendaya coleman lookalike was strolling down broadway street in their louis vuitton star trail ankle boots. soraya belanger just had a birthday bash for her twenty-third birthday. she has been living in new york city for twenty years. i hear she tends to be pernicious at parties, but also kind of soigné. ( cisfemale & she/her ) [ peach, 22+, eastern & she/they ]

statistics !

name  :  soraya evangeline belanger.

nickname(s)  :  sora, ray, raya, & so-so ( but only by her family ).

age :  twenty-three.

birthday  :  january 2nd, 1996.

zodiac  :  capricorn.

gender :  cisfemale.

pronouns :  she/her & they/them.

height :  5′10″.

hometown :  malibu, california.

nationality  :  american.

ethnicity  :  african american, german, & scottish.

occupation  :  former television personality, model, entrepreneur, & fashion insider.

label(s)  :  the aesthete, the gregarious, the sovereign & the trendoid.

aesthetics :  sexual tension, the glow of your phone at night, sharp eyeliner, glittery eyeshadow, long hair blowing in the wind, scented candles, long eyelashes, flushed cheeks, making out with someone for hours, your favorite song playing from another room, expensive perfume, rose petals on silk sheets, taking long showers, hickeys, waking up on the wrong side of the bed, gold piercings, shoes with red soles, bubble baths, golden sunsets, harsh honesty, concerts, blind faith, & red lipstick.

background !

         zorina nelson was a woman with a dream since she was a young girl and dressed up in the clothes in her mom’s closet. she loved dancing around in her heels & messily putting on her makeup – her mom never deterred her daughter either, supporting her &her seemingly outlandish dreams. she wanted to go to college for fashion, & even though she came from a family of little means in arizona, zorina’s parents worked hard to ensure that their daughter could attend school in california. four years later, zorina graduated but found herself struggling to get her name out there. she didn’t have connections like some of her classmates & didn’t know where to turn, so she began working retail while designing on the side. she was working at barneys in order to get the bills paid, but she was sad that her career hadn’t taken off the way she wanted it to.

         one fateful day, though, zorina picked up a shift on what was originally supposed to be her day off & encountered a customer that was struggling to find something to wear to an event. now, call it weird, but zorina always kept some of her pieces in the backseat of her old toyota & she ended up allowing the customer to wear her dress. the customer tried it on, loved it, & decided to wear zorina’s dress to the event. little did zorina know, but the customer was an influential woman in fashion ( think someone like rihanna but in the 90s ). skipping ahead, that same year, zorina’s brand really took off & now she was selling her clothes like hotcakes. also during this time, zorina met & married businessman nicholas belanger. the couple married in a secret ceremony in big bear, california & their relationship was known as the ‘ cinderella marriage ’ in the media.

         after a few years of marriage, zorina & nicholas welcomed their daughter soraya into the world. soraya would be their only child & the couple spoiled her almost immediately – she had any & everything she could have ever wanted. soraya spent the first three years of her life in malibu, california, but they family moved to new york city ( soho, to be exact ) due to zorina wanting to be closer to her company’s headquarters in manhattan. soraya attended some of the most elite schools that new york & money could get her, so she grew up surrounded by people of wealth & influence. by the time high school rolled around, soraya was a girl who knew what she wanted & how to get it. she wanted to be student body president ? bribe the voters. she wanted a specific superlative in the yearbook ? be fake friends with the yearbook staff. in a way, soraya was a spitting image of her father’s ruthless personality in business meetings.

         of course, it was no surprise that when her senior year rolled around, soraya was named as prom queen & most likely to be successful, or something silly like that. remember how james charles went viral by taking his ring light to take his senior pictures ? well soraya did it first, honey ! her pictures spread like wildfire all over twitter & instagram, so she soon found herself signing a lucrative modelling contract with img models ( worldwide ). her first year was rather strenuous as she was walking in hundreds of shows, but when she walked for saint laurent ss14 that’s when her career really blew up ( imagine zendaya with kaia gerber’s walk ! ). then, her covers list began to grow as well including vogue, allure, glamour, seventeen, cosmopolitan, instyle & essence, just to name a few.

         last year, soraya was cast on the e! docu-series model squad ( *devon windsor voice* do you know how hard it is to be blonde ? ) & was one of the few models uninterested in walking the victoria’s secret show. during her time as a model, soraya began dipping her toes in more than just runway & covers, including designing, collaborating, & taking a break from runway as a whole for the time being. now, she can be seen attending fashion dinners, secret shows, panels, parties & everything in between. she recently did a collaboration with colourpop & designed a collection with revolve !

personality !

         like her app says, soraya is very pernicious & soigné. as for her negative trait pernicious, it basically means that she’s super sneaky in getting what she wants. not only that, but she’s that kind of sneaky mean where people wouldn’t expect it. in front of the cameras & the important people in her life, she’s sweet & charismatic, but outside of that realm she’s the girl who doesn’t mind spilling someone’s secrets when she knows the tabloids are around or incredibly hostile around those she might not like very much. as for her positive trait soigné, it basically means that she never leaves the house looking like less than an eleven ! her edges are laid, her highlight is poppin’, & she’s dressed to the nines even if she’s only going to get lunch. all in all, soraya can be very fake sometimes & has an affinity for all things luxury.

quick facts !

100% the girl who spends most of her day in her underwear & an oversized shirt when she was nowhere to be.

never leaves the house without her bag of essentials & will cry if she’s forgotten it home.

cries very easily when things don’t go her way.

if someone asks why she’s late, her usual answer is either her eyebrows, her hair, or both.

she lives in a super cute penthouse at the four seasons which she moved into about a year & a half ago.

the way to her heart is via concert tickets, namely, rihanna & beyonce.

connections !

now, i can’t guarantee that i’ll make a page of connections or write a post, but a few from the top of my head include:

high school boyfriend !

friends with benefits / exes with benefits / enemies with benefits !

a modelling rival !

best friends !

former friends !

flat out enemies !

i’m a big ol’ sl*t for some angst, so i’d love that too !

exes on good terms / exes on bad terms !

any kind of connection from high school ?

any kind of connection from her career ?

any kind of connection at all ( i’m desperate lol ) !

#wealthyhq:start #i still need to make snapchat icons but it's midnight

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How many children? Book Reviews

Alina Jacobs’ books

So Alina has written quite a number of books in a very short time.  She writes at night as she is an architect by day – but when does she bake? Or look at Instagram for baking ideas? I say this because baking of cakes, muffins, biscuits and the like, appear in nearly all the books as being main characters. And the contents are inspiring for the amateur baker – inspiring them never to try anything quite so complex! [PS, I asked her directly, and she admitted she didn't bake, but got inspiration from others on the Net.]

She has a number of series running - all about (at the moment) hot brothers who have turned themselves, after a bad childhood for different reasons , into billionaires. Oh, and they all seem to look alike. The Svenssons all look like blond Vikings and the Frosts all have whitish hair and like the cold weather, and the Holbrooks have brown hair. They are all 6 foot 5 or more. The Frosts have a sister who is mentioned, Belle, The Holbrooks have a sister, Dana, who is mentioned, and the Svenssons don’t quite know how many sisters they have – their father is on his, at least, 11th sister-wife, as he runs a polygamist cult in the desert. He keeps the girls well secreted away as they are valuable resources in such cults; the boys are sent off to Harrogate and the eldest boys – Remy, and Hunter, and any others who happen to be in residence. They estimate that there are around 100ish boys that their father has had through his wives. So plenty for Alina to write about, although some are quite young when this series starts. And we don’t have the names of all of them yet, nor which wife is their mother, although nearly all wives have multiple children.

The boys that marry in this series seem to fall for curvy girls/women – which makes sense that they would like similarly built women, as the Svensson genes are very predominant and the father marries blond girls to enhance the ‘look’.

And the wives in these stories usually manage to cook something for the majorly hungry boys – imagine having over 30 people for EVERY meal! Help always needed to feed hungry young stomachs.

 In the series about the Frost brothers, they relate what happens at a reality TV show about Baking at Xmas and the bakers that the brothers fall for.

The Svenssons tend to have a variety of girlfriends and wives, all of whom can cook to some extent, but may have other jobs too.

The Holbrooks get involved and involved with, the artisans of the Weddings in the City co-operative.

 I found myself confused with the Svenssons particularly. And with there being so many of these guys at all ages from the triplets at 28 months to Remy at well over 40 it was tricky, so I was delighted when I found the book in which Alina identifies all the Svenssons and which wife they come from. It is worth noting that not all of them visit Harrogate, as at some point there was a major rift and some live in Boston or Seattle. [books on these will follow] But full brothers tend to stick together. The young boys are put on a train by their father and sent from his desert home to Harrogate, a journey of around 72 hours. Alone. Henry being the youngest to whom this ever happened at age 4 or 5, they weren't sure. But Hunter normally knows when they are coming because he has paid his father for them! The brothers have founded several companies together. Some consultancy, some real estate, others computing. They prefer to do this than work for other people. They then employ the younger guys as Interns and Juniors to learn the business. The Holbrooks operate in much the same way, although there are far fewer of them.

So here goes – Svenssons.

1.       Merla Vee

                               i.            Remy : Rural Trust - a veteran who came out with some small mental issues that make him very shy and very fond of animals.

                               ii.            Hunter : Lawyer : very controlling as he keeps order with all the boys that come to him. When they arrive, the young boys tend to be semi-feral, with no social graces, unable to speak properly, and very underfed.

                             iii.            Gunnar : Romance Creative: TV Guru.

                             iv.            Mace :CEO Svensson Pharmatech

                               v.            Archer : CEO Greyson Hotel Group - appears very laid back but has a surprisingly successful business.

                             vi.            Garrett: CFO Pharmatech: lots of medicines and other such items.

                            vii.            Weston : CEO ThinkX: consultancy of various types especially projects.

                          viii.            Blade: COO Thinkx

                              ix.            Parker: CTO Pharmatech

2.       Athlyn

                              i.            Greg : CEO Svensson Investments: tends to be the funder for all the investments and improvements for the family.

                              ii.            Walker: COO Quantum Cyber: the very technical end of the businesses. including Security and Govt contracts.

                             iii.            Mike : COO Greyson

                             iv.            Beck: CFO Greyson

                              v.            Liam: COO Platinum Provisions: amazing cooking implements with great precision.

                             vi.            Carl: Managing Partner Investments

3.       Amyra

                                 i.            Salinger

                               ii.            Unknown how many more

4.       Mary Beth

                               i.            Crawford

                               ii.            Josh : Svensson and Svensson Law

                             iii.            Eric: Svensson and Svensson law

                             iv.            Unknown how many more

5.       Sueanne

                               i.            Unknown how many

6.       Brenna: younger boys

                              i.            Tristan: college

                             ii.            Eli: college

                             iii.            Isaac: high school

                             iv.            Calvin:

                             v.            Ronan

                             vi.            Theo

                            vii.            Payton

                          viii.            Andy

  7.       … not yet named with children

8.       …not yet named with children

9.       Idonna

                               i.            Bruno

                              ii.            Oris

                             iii.            Ellis

                             iv.            Orlando

                              v.            Scout

                             vi.            Oscar

                            vii.            Arlo

  10.   Payslee

                              i.            Adrian

                              ii.            Nate

                             iii.            Billy

                             iv.            Henry

  11.   Kimberly

                                 i.            Davy

  There are also triplet toddler boys, as yet with no name or mother identified.

List of books in series:

Holiday Romance:

Eating her christmas Cookies

Eating her Baked Goods

Tasting her christmas Cookies

Tasting her Chocolate Cake

Frosting her Christmas Cookies.

 Svenssons:

 After his peonies

In her candy jar

His candy crush

On his paintbrush

Paint him

In her pumpkin patch

                  This is one of the stories about the Svenssons and how Garret is trying to rescue all the boys his father had had with his 9, and counting, wives.

See also Japanese Pancakes – which again are a new item of baking to me, but sound delicious.

 In her pumpkin pies

Between her biscuits

Peaches and cream

Peony for your thoughts

After her fake fiancé

After her wedding cake

In her jam jar

In her pumpkin butter

Tulips together

  Weddings in the City

Bridezillas

Short engagement

Wedding bells

Wedding mayhem

 Now I have read all the books and the freebie Epilogues provided by the author, but I won’t review them - but I recommend them all for a lighthearted, humorous look at a type of life most of us will never encounter. The boys all tend to be adventurous, inventive, entrepreneurial right from a young age, and end up with money - lots of it. Their romances don't go well but they end up happy. The main pull of these books for me is the humour and the amazing set up of the family. An author who starts with a potential 100+ characters to follow as they grow up has ambition! Several families and good female friends get involved at various points and then there is a lot of cake involved!

#AlinaJacobs #billionaire #cake #contemporaryromance #romanticcomedy #Women'sFiction

[tanyaodebra]

You 2.7: “Ex-istential Crisis” – Jelly Doughnuts

Okay, so Love didn’t take Joe back as quickly as I had thought, but that’s only because she’s playing a truly superior long game. She has Lonely Boy in full single-teen-on-Valentine’s-Day mode, complete with stacks of pizza boxes and daytime jammers. Love is 1000% aware that Joe can see all her comings and goings, so when a fresh hot biscuit arrives at Love’s door knowing her keys live in the fucking bird box, it is clearly for Joe’s benefit. Joe has placed this woman on such a colossal pedestal that he believes her choice to keep the curtains drawn is an attempt to save his feelings, when any bitch worth their salt knows she is trying to stoke them. Love flaunts her anatomically correct Ken Doll at Anavrin, drawing the disgust of both Joe and Forty. As soap opera regulations would have it, Milo Warrington (Andrew Creer) turns out to be Love’s late husband’s best friend. Nothing like being in a Love triangle with a dead guy! Forty actually knows his twin inside out, so he calls her on her little performance and tattles to Joe that Love does, indeed, get very jealous. The writers really tickled me this week with Forty’s quips – didgeridon’t, salami nips, and Vagemite did not disappoint. Because he has the absolute worst instincts, Forty hates Milo and loves Joe, so he campaigns hard for Love to put away childish fuck toys. When Milo shows up with literal jelly doughnuts in a box that literally matches the color of his shirt, Joe still doesn’t realize that the sole purpose of Hunkin’ Donuts is to make him jelly! Apparently no amount of d-words will entice Love to get serious about Milo, because she drops some serious hints that he should definitely fly to Bali instead of trying to land her. That doesn’t stop her from keeping him on that string, though. Once again, Love’s fresh lemons are present, but this time they’re in a trial run of a wedding cake. Milo is clearly Love’s Karen Minty – he calls her babe, and she hates it. He’s also a super sweet, totally genuine person, and therefore completely undeserving of Love’s bullshit. Love blames Forty when she rejects Milo’s LA gambit, but Milo sees that for the co-dependent cop-out it is. He should bail right then and there, but he doesn’t. Ultimately, Forty and Joe succeed in running Milo off. He knows he’ll never beat Forty in a match for Love. Before he goes, Milo proves his command of the situation; if Love had been less self-centered, she would have noticed James was sick sooner – a statement so cruel it must be true.

Meanwhile, Joe begins his journey to win Love back, and he starts with the wilderness of online dating. Swiping through his options, he waxes poetic about olden times when he could ride horseback and drink tea and not bone his date. Yeah right. Tell it to the panties you stashed, the bushes you jerked off in, or the four actual women you fucked over the course of this show. Obviously his dates are disastrous, but he Instagrams them anyway. And this strategy is working, because Love can barely contain her green-eyed fury. He doesn’t recognize this, though, so he decides to fall back into old habits. Milo better watch his back, because Joe’s got his baseball cap on! Joe seems to have lost his knack for creepin’, because he keeps getting caught – this time by Love’s BFF Gabe. Milo lives to see another day, and Joe is thrust into the world of alternative healing. Gabe’s magic needles are Joe’s kryptonite – after being transported back to his childhood, Joe transforms into a puddle of tears so desperate and raw that he’s willing to do anything to recover. Gabe recommends follow-up affirmations and a celery juice fast – the former for Joe’s good and the latter probably for Love’s revenge. In the end, it’s Joe’s friendship with Forty that begins to thaw Love’s frost. Maybe things will blow over by the next episode.

Delilah and Joe are once again airing their dirty laundry together, and Ellie is not having it. Joe’s advice to write her Hendy story paid off, because Variety wants to publish it. This leaves Delilah feeling a little generous, so when Joe projectile vomits a thousand gallons of celery juice all over her then passes out cold, she’s inclined to take care of him. After reviving him with a burger and fries, she takes him on a whiskey-drenched walk where she proves that the first impression is the best impression – she admits she thought he was a weirdo when they met. As the savviest character on the show, she should have stopped right there and never budged. But little by little, this fucko has manipulated his way into her life. Delilah is bit vulnerable after exposing her Hendy story, so their little stroll down whiskey lane turns into a dick-down in front of a dumpster. Doing sex in public is illegal, and police can be such killjoys. Delilah thinks her fuckbuddy cop (whose name is David Fincher, lol) might be able to get them out of jail, but he’s apparently been eating those jelly doughnuts, too, because he’s having none of it. Joe makes a call to Forty, who gleefully saves the day. Lucky for Joe, because there’s a certain jar of urine floating around in Peach Salinger’s orbit, and if it was discovered Joe will definitely be linked to her murder if his fingerprints are put into the system. But David Fincher remembers Joe from the limited-edition headphones, which he later ties to Henderson in a phone call to Delilah. Delilah rejects his murder theory out of hand, but when she considers all the weird coincidences connecting “Will,” Hendy, and herself, she gets suspicious. As we’ve seen in earlier episodes, Delilah is a dog with a bone, so she can’t stop herself from using her keys and rummaging through his apartment. After getting inches away from Joe’s secret stash behind the painting (her instincts are so fucking good), she discovers the keys to a storage locker. Why, why, why didn’t she bring David Fincher with her to Joe’s storage unit??? She has the sense to contact him immediately after realizing what was in there, but she doesn’t reach him and it’s too late anyway. Joe’s nanny-cam tipped him off to her snooping. Delilah uses her one bit of leverage, Ellie, to bargain for her life. He claims he’s going to make some arrangements before he returns her to Ellie. We’ll see…

Delilah is the only character I could imagine myself hanging out with, so I really hate this for her, but I knew it was bound to happen. Whether by Joe or Love, Delilah’s had a target on her back. Maybe David Fincher, and, yes, I will only be using his full name, will be able to track her down through her last call. Or maybe the real Will Bettelheim will make a return trip. Joe did name-check the Philippines at the beginning of the episode… Excuse me while I watch this next one real quick. See You next time!

#you netflix season2 episode7 recap #really well

[madwomansapologist]

smile for the camera | peach salinger

Navigation | More Best Friends Forever AU | AO3

synopsis: Peach has been sick for so long, it makes sense that now she wants to have fun. What was supposed to be just a drink or two turned into an endless night - albeit a forgettable one for your drunken brain. But Peach has more than enough photos to prove that what happened is not imagination.

warnings: yandere!peach salinger. smut. groping. nudes. fingering. oral. toxic friendship. codependency. her rare illness that reaaaaally exists. gaslighting. manipulation. jealousy. substance abuse which means this is somehow equally dub!con? cheating. as a survivor of a homoerotic toxic friendship, this is more of a confession. in this house we support women's wrong. female!reader.

You should be preparing for next week's seminar for your work. More than that, you wanted to be preparing yourself. It's important, you worked a lot on it. You promised yourself that you would finally make sure that everything was ready and set for your big day.

And yet there you were. Driving towards Peach's location. Not the first time. Certainly not the last.

Peach just had the worst week of her life - acording to her huge history of messages, twitter account and daily Be Real updates. Another complication of her rare disease. It's something about gluten and PH. You never really understood what it's, all you need to know is that it's serious.

And you weren't there for her.

Peach is way more than just a friend. She's your family. You know her since graduation. A couple of years, but it feels like a lifetime ago. She's been there beside you for so long that you can't actually remember how life was before her.

She's always there for you. Since the first day. A kind listener to your ramblings about horrible teachers turned into someone that would hear anything you needed to say. And Peach can count on you too. What for her started as someone who actually knew how to do makeup ended with someone who would clean her tear stained face.

Peach's advices may be harsh to say the less, but she always is there to hear about your problems. It was so difficult when you were suddenly fired from your last job, but you knew you could count on her - still embarrassing to accept money from her, but what other choice did you had?

When your grandma passed, she was there for you too. When you lost your cat, when your car died out of nowhere, when you discovered in the worst way possible that blush actually does spoil.

Peach is always there for you, just as you're always there for her. But just when she was sick... you weren't there to help.

Away for the holidays, with your family, everything was perfect. That's what hurted you the most. If it was at any other week you would be worried, yet not guilty. But of course it happened right on the week you knew Peach would be alone.

Fuck her decease, and fuck her shit family.

You almost came back. You even told her. Peach tried to tell you not to, but you really would. But your mom almost killed you with her stare just from mentioning that you might need to go back to New York earlier.

Back to town, you had so much to do, but what else could've you say when Peach asked if you were free to go drinking with her? Maybe the truth. But the truth wouldn't help her, nor would make you feel good about yourself.

Just two or three drinks, you told her.

"Pookie!" Peach called you when you entered the pub. You looked around, the place with more movement than usual, and saw her waiving for you. "Right there!"

You dropped your purse on your usual place. Peach knows the owner, and he always makes sure to have her favorite place free. You kissed her cheeks, relieved to see that she looked healthy.

"I knew that dress would suit you perfectly," Peach pulled the hem of the golden piece. Her fingers stayed there longer than necessary, just feeling the warmth of your skin throught the dress.

You sat down, seeing that she had already asked for your drink. Exactly what you wanted. "Thaaanks," you pratically purred at her. "I have clothes at your home, I will give it back to you tonight."

Peach took a sip from her drink, mirroring you. She fixed her hair, as if it wasn't perfectly done. "You can stay with it. Looks better on you, anyway."

"Always trying to gift me things," you rolled your eyes, but a smirk quickly appeared on your face. 'So... who are we talking shit about tonight?"

"Boo... I've missed you so, so, so much," Peach grabbed your hand.

You held it gently, your thumb brushing against the soft skin of her palm. So warm, so free of any scars. Peach's hair smells like milk, her neck like strawberry, her breath like mint. But her hands always smelled like honey.

"I've missed you too."

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

You drank way more than three drinks.

The night started on that pub, but it didn't end there. Somehow things with Peach always ends with you both wandering throught New York. As if live was a tv show. Maybe that's something that happens to rich girls, and you're experimenting it out of proximity.

Going on different bars, laughing at anything that moves, talking about epiphanies that wouldn't survive the night. It wasn't a surprise that it would turn into a drunk karaoke night, but you'll still get surprised by the photos on your phone.

Struggling, Peach unlocked the main door of her house. You went upstairs trying not to fall, and put your heels on the floor - you don't remember taking them off.

Peach dropped her purse, not caring about where it would fall, and stretched. That was too much. Definitely too much. Peach is used to get wasted, but even she was affected.

She don't even remember how you both managed to get to her home. For a matter of fact, neither do you. After a certain point, the night was nothing but a dark blur.

Peach knew you would do everything to come back to her. You have the biggest heart ever. She wanted you to spend new years eve with her, but she undertood you wanted to be with your family. But when she saw the picture of your new boyfriend with your mom... she needed to do something to stop that.

He just... He don't deserve you. He's not on your level. You need someone that will be able to take care of you. Someone that will assure that you can work on your researches, that will give you freedom, that will support you in all ways that matter.

And that's not that guy. How will be your future with him? Worrying about mortcages and settling for the basics when you deserve the best? You deserve more. And if you can't see that, than she'll open your eyes.

Her sickness wasn't able to get you back, but now you're here she'll make sure to tomorrow morning give you a few advices. She didn't mean to make you feel guilty, but if you feeling guilty makes her have so much fun... Peach ain't able to say that she's ashamed.

"You ain't going to throw up, right?" Peach kicked her heels away, moonlight illuminating her bedroom. "I really don't want you to die while I sleep."

You just rolled your eyes, admiring yourself through the mirror. "I feel so pretty."

"That's because you are, pookie," Peach sat on her bed. Getting her earrings off, she followed your hands as you slid them across your dress. Her dress.

You licked your lips. "I feel... hot."

Peach sighed. She needs you in her life. You're half of her. You're hers. Most of the time she can ignore that. She can pretend that being your friend includes wanting your attention all the time, needing to always have an eye on you, dreaming of you.

But now with alcohol messing with her head, it was difficult to chose to look away from you. To keep on pretending that she don't want to look at you all the time. To shut up that part of her that knew you both are endgame. To not pretend that you're the forbidden fruit and she don't even need a snake to tempt her.

"That's because you do."

You looked at her hazy eyes. "You think so?"

"I know so."

It was your time to sigh. "I don't want to forget that," you played with the hem. "I would record me like this if I could."

Peach opened the second drawer of her nightstand. In the mirror, you saw the analog camera shining. “What an old thing,” you teased her.

"Then pose," she said. You turned to her, brows arched. She was already aiming it at you. "Smile for the camera."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway. Even blinded by the flash you still knew she was too.

That wasn't the first time she used that camera to record you. You reorganizing your kitchen's cabinet, wandering through libraries, dining with a date. Peach can't believe you're real. She uses those photos as a proof of your existence. A proof that you're more than a fragment of her mind.

Peach thought you wouldn't want it. That you would think she was weird. But now you'd asked for it. As the flashes go on, you have fun with new poses. It was almost childish. Just two drunk woman having fun together.

You sat down on her bed, and Peach walked towards you. Looking at you through the camera, she tripped and fell on top of you. You laughed hard, your head against her pillows, as Peach tried to get up. She leaned on your shoulder, sitting on your lap, and felt your laugh echoing inside her.

Then the laughter ended, and silence consumed you both. Suddenly you both realized how late it was. How really lonely you both would've been if not by eachother company. Peach on your lap, the camera lying on the bed, your breathing unregulated.

"Is it ok if I take it off?" Your fingers were again pulling the hem of your dress. "Would you mind?"

"O-Okay," Peach whispered. "Go on."

Peach hesitated before reaching for the camera. Her hand was shaking. The first photo was just a grey blur. She breathed in and tried again. Then she saw.

You weren't looking to the camera.

You were looking at her.

The next was of your face. You body didn't even appeared. Your hair loose on her pillows, a lopsided smile breaking free, eyes glowing with the moonlight. The forbidden fruit, within reach of her touch.

"Am I pretty like this?"

Peach breathed in. "You're perfect."

"Show me," you whispered. "I want to see it."

Peach reached for your cheek, caressing it slowly. Her fingertip brushed against your lip, and you opened your mouth. Without even realizing what she was doing, Peach put her thumb inside your mouth.

The flash made you close your eyes, but she knew there was no way for you to not look perfect. The wet finger went down your body, marking your breasts with your own drool, and the flashes continued.

She could die from your expression as she pinched your nipple. Or from how easily you opened your legs for her. How you glowed, so sensitive to her fingers. How you arched your back. How you whispered her name.

Then she started recording it.

Her tongue against your clit, fingers inside of you. Her mouth on yours, hands grabbing your waist. Your drunken gaze, stupid mind, static body. Sometimes you spaced out, but Peach would bring you back to Earth.

It was slow, and torturing, and neverending. It was a fever dream, a blurred memory, a drunk imagination. It wasn't real. It couldn't be. A dream, that's the only explanation.

But her so precious photos and videos would proof otherwise.

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Jessica Jones Recap: This Is the Bad Place - Vulture

On Jessica Jones, the city is the place to be and the suburbs are for your nightmares. Every time we leave New York for some small town, we wind up in a house of horrors. See: season one’s jaunt to Jess’s childhood home, occupied by Kilgrave and a bunch of his prisoners. The city might be grimy and full of criminals, but the suburbs in this show are always shot to feel eerie and isolated, quiet and deserted — the sort of place where no one would come to help you, or ever even find you. So it figures that Eric, burger guy, is not having a leisurely swim in a backyard pool when we find him on some Cheever-style tree-lined street. Instead, he is having to Houdini his way out of the ropes tying him to weights at the bottom of the pool because, as he explains it to Jess, this is his punishment for being late to pay off his bookie, Sal, in a punctual manner. (Always meet your deadlines, kids!) Eric is a gambler in debt, and he meant to handle said debt by blackmailing people. So to Jess’s question of “Who would want him dead?,” the answer is: probably one of the three people he blackmailed. I want to believe that this season is going to pick up, because I thoroughly enjoy this show. But, like: Seriously, this dude’s superpower is just … getting a migraine around assholes? How is that even a power? And he doesn’t even know what bad thing they do — just that they do bad things? Come ON. The only thing that quiets this dirtbag-radar is “gambling, booze, and sex,” which explains why he didn’t hear/feel the stabber coming on while he was smashed and mid-hookup with Jess. Trish comes by just to tell Jess that Brandt is in jail and that the stabber is still at large, a thing Jess already knows. “There are a lot of shitty people out there. There’s no reason for us to double up,” Jess (not incorrectly) tells Trish. “Go find your own bad guy. I don’t need your help and you don’t need mine, okay?” When Trish leaves, Eric is very indiscreetly screaming about Blakowski in the street — as in Sal Blakowski the bookie. Trish files this information away in her hero-brain and completely ignores what Jess just said to her, because good friendship is about listening, boundaries, and respect. Jess and Eric go to check out the three people Eric blackmailed, which honestly is not very thrilling television because you know the first two people they find won’t be the person and will add nothing to the central plot of our show. It’s just C.S.I. Scumbag, with Jess proving to herself and to us that she does have the instincts to be a hero — she does not just want to split from an obviously sketchy dude’s place just because he isn’t the particular bad guy they’re looking for — and Eric revealing himself to be a kind of selfish, douchey loser. Jess wants him to use his powers to help her suss out the real baddies from the normals — she is playing the Trish to his Jess, except unlike the real Jess, he’s given up and is down to spend the rest of his days being selfish. He insists there is no point in stopping bad guys because they’ll never be able to end all violence and danger, so why bother fighting any of it? She leaves him with a “try not to get murdered” and I hope we never see him again. Trish thinks Sal sent the stabber; she says as much to Jess, who is extremely not interested. So Trish breaks into Malcolm’s office to … send him to Sal? What is she even DOING there? She just wants everyone to know she can do parkour now. She is the most annoying, I swear to the Marvel gods. Eric goes back to Ossining or whatever to pay off Sal, but because he’s a few hours late, they tie extra weights to his ankles and chuck him into the pool to drown. But Trish was following him, so she shows up to save the day. This is mostly successful, with one teeny catch: She accidentally impales Sal on a shovel and almost kills her. Without Eric, Jess goes to door number three and meets Gregory Salinger, the stabber. (IS HE RELATED TO PEACH SALINGER? Inquiring TV-Salinger obsessives want to know!) He has degrees in all your hottest STEM subjects, a worm farm (I did not even know that was a thing and frankly could’ve lived without ever learning it, but here we are), and only five of the six knives from a set. I can’t believe Jess got stabbed by this fuckin’ nerd. He shows up and reports that his thing is hurting powered people. Something about restoring balance and fairness to the universe — it’s all very Goop-y, but straight-up evil instead of whoops I spread a lot of misinformation about whether it’s safe to put jade eggs in your vagina evil. He tells Jess he’s totally beyond her, and reveals that he broke into her apartment to steal back the knife connecting him to the crime. Like your standard-issue incel, what he really wants is RESPECT from the likes of Jessica Jones. This is … one way to go about it, I guess. Then he calls 911 and fake-sobs that Jess is attacking him, so Jess splits. When she gets home, Eric is crumpled on her doorstep; he describes his rescuer, so Jess knows it was Trish. I love that Eric says, “I’m sorry you have to do this alone” and then just … walks out of her apartment. What a top-notch guy. Jess calls into Trish’s show, where a previous caller was just wondering if a chunky-knit turtleneck was “too attention-seeking,” to use coded language about sweaters to declare her intentions to TEAM UP. If this makes Trish less annoying and she discovers she has actually entertaining superpowers besides just tailing Jess and doing less-good versions of Jess things, I’ll be into it. Meanwhile, Jeri has someone come by to give her place an ALS-proofing. Her story line is so quiet and intense, but I’m loving it. Because rather than have this experience — coming face-to-face with mortality in such a cruel and unjust way — change Hogarth’s fundamental nature, it really just makes her double down on some of her worst instincts: her capacity for selfishness and harm, her need to control and fully possess everyone she loves (or lusts after), no matter whom that destroys. Because he is very good at his job, Malcolm finds out the real reason Hogarth has him digging into this Peter character. (Hogarth’s response: “If I want to be insulted, I’ll call Jessica.”) But because his sense of right and wrong has gotten all out of whack, Malcolm is willing to destroy this man’s life, marriage, family, everything, for a massive raise. Which he gets. Turns out Kith’s husband has been making withdrawals from the scholarship fund they set up for their dead daughter — and he is using that money to buy gifts for his girlfriends! Yikes. Hogarth tries to just win Kith away from her husband one last time, but that marriage is unbreakable. So she tells Malcolm to release the damning information about Peter, which seems like a bad idea for everyone involved. I can’t imagine her beloved will like her more when all this is over. Also, those gloved-hand close-ups of Salinger are giving me real Pretty Little Liars flashbacks. He’s just eating an apple, wearing a hazmat suit, and letting some dude bleed out from a gaping neck wound behind him.

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Jealous Peach Salinger headcannons?

○ It all depends if the two of you are together or if you only see her as a friend (for now)

○ If you only see her as a friend, she’s can get jealous of pretty much anything and everything.

○ And like we’ve seen, she’s not the kind of person to admit to her feelings, especially her jealousy.

○ So you can be sure that she’ll try to make you feel guilty about it.

○ For example: Did you just give one of your friends a close hug and not one to her?

○ She legit makes you feel like she should be your only friend.

○ Or that you should give her more attention than the rest of your friends, because she, unlike them, deserves it.

○ Also if you don’t give her what she wants, she just gets so mean.

○ Oh, you can be sure that she’ll try to manipulate you into leaving your love interests for her.

○ “Well, I wanted to invite you to this new restaurant, but I guess I shouldn’t since I don’t seem like an important person in your life.”

○ One day you just snap.

○ “You know what, Peach? Maybe you’re not.”

○ She doesn’t know how to react after that and just leaves.

○ And she internally starts to panic because she knows that she messed up and that you’re probably thinking about cutting her off of your life.

○ She knows that she’s really jealous, but she doesn’t want her jealousy to drive you away from her.

○ Her first thought is to fake a suicide so that you can feel bad for her, but deep down, she knows it won’t bring you back to her, so instead she’ll try to calm it down and eventually apologizes to you (really bad, but you see the effort so you forgive her).

○ Also, from now on, you make a point to reassure her every time she shows signs of jealousy.

○ If you two are together, though, that’s a whole other story.

○ She will tell you that she doesn’t like that particular friend, in front of their face if she really hates them.

○ She won’t say that she’s jealous, but you instantly know that it’s what she’s feeling.

○ “Awn.. is Peach Sallinger jealous?”

○ “Protecting what’s yours isn’t called jealousy, it’s called being territorial.”

○ At this point in your relationship, you know her very well, so you turn her face towards her and give her lips a kiss.

○ “There. Feeling better?”

○ She does.

○ But she also wants more so she always kisses you again with utter passion, ending it by gently biting your bottom lip in a teasing way.

○ She smirks when your cheeks turn red from her action.

○ “Now I am.”

○ You’ll still have to have some actions in the bedroom when you two get home, cause the queen always needs more reassurance.

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just finished you and w o  w what a wild ride that was.

if you haven’t watched any of you, please don’t read below the cut. i’m not going to post play by play spoilers, but if you’ve seen any of the show leading up to the final two episodes, you might be able to guess the ending based on the tone of my rambings.

i am horrified. i am disturbed. i am sickened. i am at a loss.

i knew everything that was going to happen in the finale and yet i still sat there shaking my head and holding my breath hoping and praying for a different ending that never came. i was on edge the whole last eight or so minutes of “candace” and even now having finally finished “bluebeard’s castle” i still am. because this was a lifetime series led by the same people that created riverdale, i had low expectations but i was hooked by episode 2. the writing, the plot as a whole at the end and holes in the plot (like why did no one question where benji was the whole time, did anyone look into what happened to the other you know who in the finale, or why beck didn’t do what we all would have done in that situation if given the chance -- if you watched, you’ll know what i mean) /questions that the final minute of the finale raised wasn’t the best (like seriously... how??? would??? he??? not??? know??? or??? be??? surprised??? the way the line was phrased didn’t make sense to me unless it’s just joe being joe and the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred again), were annoying for all their various reasons but FUCK did penn and elizabeth actually blow me away in those 47 minutes. her entire performance in the finale was captivating for me, as was his (i got used to him and his creep factor throughout the show so wasn’t really expecting more but he brought it, fam. especially the last couple minutes that were a direct callback to the first minutes of the pilot - fucking CHILLS and it made my stomach turn.) because besides episode 4 we never really got a real taste of beck and who she really was of a person. we were only seeing what joe wanted to see in her up until the bitter end of season 1. we only saw his rose colored glasses with green and red tints version of her. the one that just showed and voiced his obsession with her beauty, body, and the “perfect” nature he imagined. it showed her having no real humanity or any real substantial emotion other than love towards him. i wish we could have seen more of her personality, not sexuality, throughout the series. learned more about her past. heard more of her stories and poems and explored her creativity. instead she ended up being this bland archetype and i think that’s why a bunch of people didn’t really connect with her. and with that being said, it’s funny how out of their way the writers went to make joe relatable.

i understand he’s the main character and that the story is ultimately about him. i understand they want you to see the persona he puts on v. the REAL joe that is kept behind closed doors or in the woods or dark alleys. i understand they want to emphasize that this could have been anyone. even the seemingly nice and introverted guy that works at a bookstore. and that’s fucking terrifying. but still. they gave us so many moments for us to laugh during his internal monologues/voice overs (they need to give dexter major props for that idea) or for us to try and fawn over him and root for him in moments where he’s being “sweet” or “romantic” towards beck and claims everything he does is out of pure love. they gave us moments where we could say he was a giant fucking MOOD when he was around benji or peach or had to run. they even gave us moments where they tried to make us sympathize with him and show that he’s human and went through some shit. 

but beck really didn’t get any of that, did she? funny how that happens, isn’t it? women characters being overlooked for their male counterparts and only being used for a plot device. also that HARDCORE VICTIM BLAMING FROM PEOPLE WHO’VE WATCHED THO. it’s honesty amazing that someone would blame beck for being stalked and manipulated because she was confident in her sexuality/”used” joe and then say she’s unlikabe and they don’t really care about what happened because she seems “shallow” and “self centered” it’s mind boggling.

 i’m not even going to say anything about her annika, lynn or especially peach because... the first two were literally irrelevant, poorly written (though i imagine because of joe’s warped and unreliable perception of them) and served basically next to nothing for the story except annika once for 2 seconds and i just don’t have anything to say about peach fucking salinger. a rant comparing her to joe and how she was made out to be just as manipulative and predatory is for another day because was that really what peach was like? or was joe so threatened by her that it was mostly if not all a facade that made us turn against her to make him look better? is that what happened with benji too? we honestly don’t know because joe can’t be trusted as a narrator due to his behavior and obvious bias (which is why he claims both were a problem in beck’s life so things must have been done about that) so you have to question everything. i now question everything.

also, my most spoiler-y moment for last because I’M UPSET: 

PACO WHY DID YOU DO THAT. I TRUSTED YOU. I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU. WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU. that was SUCH a fucking betrayal and i took it personally. as if the rest of the episode wasn’t already hard to watch (and maybe that’s because i watch a lot of true life crime documentaries/series and like i said before, joe could literally be anyone and so could his/her victims) that moment with him just left me speechless and I felt helpless. i need paco to fucking explain himself and apologize to me and women everywhere.

that’s it. goodnight.

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Her novels include: Sense and Sensibility (1811), Pride and Prejudice (1813) and Emma (1816). Honore_de_BalzacHonore de Balzac (1799 – 1850) French novelist and short story writer. Balzac was an influential realist writer who created characters of moral ambiguity – often based on his own real life examples. His greatest work was the collection of short stories La Comédie humaine. frenchAlexandre Dumas (1802 – 1870) French author of historical dramas, including – The Count of Monte Cristo (1844), and The Three Musketeers (1844). Also prolific author of magazine articles, pamphlets and travel books. frenchVictor Hugo (1802 – 1885) French author and poet. Hugo’s novels include Les Misérables, (1862) and Notre-Dame de Paris (1831). writerCharles Dickens (1812 – 1870) – English writer and social critic. His best-known works include novels such as Oliver Twist, David Copperfield and A Christmas Carol. charlotte-bronteCharlotte Bronte (1816 – 1855) English novelist and poet, from Haworth. Her best known novel is ‘Jane Eyre’ (1847). henry_david_thoreauHenry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862) – American poet, writer and leading member of the Transcendentalist movement. Thoreau’s “Walden” (1854) was a unique account of living close to nature. writerEmily Bronte (1818 – 1848) English novelist. Emily Bronte is best known for her novel Wuthering Heights (1847), and her poetry. George_EliotGeorge Eliot (1819 – 1880) Pen name of Mary Ann Evans. Wrote novels, The Mill on the Floss (1860), Silas Marner (1861), Middlemarch (1871–72), and Daniel Deronda (1876) writerLeo Tolstoy (1828 – 1910) Russian novelist and moral philosopher. Famous works include the epic novels – War and Peace (1869) and Anna Karenina (1877). Tolstoy also became an influential philosopher with his brand of Christian pacificism. fyodor-doestovskyFyodor Dostoevsky (1821-1881) Russian novelist, journalist and philosopher. 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Wilde wrote humorous, satirical plays, such as ‘The Importance of Being Earnest‘ and ‘The Picture of Dorian Grey’. writerKenneth Graham (1859 – 1932) Author of the Wind in the Willows (1908), a classic of children’s literature. writerGeorge Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950) Irish playwright and wit. Famous works include: Pygmalion (1912), Man and Superman (1903) and Back to Methuselah (1921) writerSir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859 – 1930) British author of historical novels and plays. Most famous for his short stories about the detective – Sherlock Holmes, such as The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902) and Sign of Four (1890). writerBeatrix Potter (1866 – 1943) English conservationist and author of imaginative children’s books, such as the Tales of Peter Rabbit (1902). Marcel_ProustMarcel Proust (1871 – 1922) French author. Best known for epic novel l À la recherche du temps perdu (In Search of Lost Time) published in seven parts between 1913 and 1927. w-somerset-MaughamWilliam Somerset Maugham 1874 – 1965) British novelist and writer. One of the most popular authors of 1930s. Notable works included The Moon and Sixpence (1916), The Razor’s Edge (1944), and Of Human Bondage (1915) writerP.G.Wodehouse (1881 – 1975) English comic writer. Best known for his humorous and satirical stories about the English upper classes, such as Jeeves and Wooster and Blandings Castle. writerVirginia Woolf (1882 – 1941) English modernist writer, a member of the Bloomsbury group. Famous novels include Mrs Dalloway (1925), To the Lighthouse (1927) and Orlando (1928). james-joyceJames Joyce (1882 – 1941) Irish writer from Dublin. Joyce was one of most influential modernist avant-garde writers of the Twentieth Century. His novel Ulysses (1922), was ground-breaking for its stream of consciousness style. 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Famous works included The Myth of Sisyphus, The Stranger and The Plague. writerRoald Dahl (1916 – 1990) English author, best known for his children’s books, such as Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, James and The Giant Peach and The BFG. Aleksandr_SolzhenitsynAleksandr Solzhenitsyn (1918 – 2008) Russian author, historian and political critic. Solzhenitsyn was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1970 for his work in exposing the nature of Soviet totalitarianism. e.g, The Gulag Archipelago (1965-67). j-d-salingerJ.D. Salinger (1919 – 2010) American author. Most influential novel The Catcher in the Rye (1951). Wrote many short stories for New Yorker magazine, such as “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” joseph-hellerJoseph Heller (1923 – 1999) American novelist, who wrote satirical and black comedy. His most famous work is ‘Catch 22’ (1961) – a satire on the futility of war. Gabriel_Garcia_MarquezGabriel Garcia Marquez (1927 – 2014) Colombian author. Wrote: One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), The Autumn of the Patriarch (1975) and Love in the Time of Cholera (1985). Nobel Prize in Literature (1982). writerAnne Frank (1929 – 1945) Dutch-Jewish diarist. Known for her diary ‘Anne Frank‘ Published posthumously by her father – recalling her life hiding from Gestapo in occupied Holland. Salman_RushdieSalman Rushdie (1947 – ) Anglo-Indian author. His works combine elements of magic realism, satire and historical fiction – often based on Indian sub-continent. Notable works include Midnight’s Children (1981), Shame (1983) and Satanic Verses (1988). Stephen_KingStephen King (1947 – ) American author of contemporary horror, supernatural fiction, suspense, science fiction, and fantasy. One of the best selling authors of modern times. George_R_R_MartinGeorge R.R Martin (1948 – ) American author of epic fantasy series – A Song of Ice and Fire, – his international best-selling series of fantasy, adapted for the screen as a Game of Thrones. Douglas_adamsDouglas Adams (1952 – 2001) British writer of humorous and absure science fiction. Adams wrote a best selling trilogy (of five books) The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – which began as a BBC play. writerJ.K.Rowling (1965 – ) British author of the Harry Potter Series – which has become the best selling book series of all time. Her first book was Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (1997). Rowling has also published adult fiction, such as The Casual Vacancy (2012) and The Cuckoo’s Calling (2013) Khaled_HosseiniKhaled Hosseini (1965 – ) Afghan born American writer. Notable works include: The Kite Runner (2003) A Thousand Splendid Suns (2007) And the Mountains Echoed (2013