#beckaleash

sorry zelda it takes time to look this perfect xxx

I ONLY EVER WANTED TO LOVE YOU. from the day we met, i knew there was something special between us. i knew how strongly i felt, & i could tell you felt the same way. you wouldn’t have given me your full name if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have googled mine. oh, beck... with all the things i’ve learned from all this, the one thing i am sure about is that you love me. i’m worried though. you’re finally in love with a good man who loves you back ----- & now he’s dying. at the hands of your best friend no less.

his mind is racing with errors. lists of ways that he could of changed the outcome. smaller post-it notes of how he could change it now. unfortunately every one of those ended quite similarly, & none of it was fair. he didn’t deserve this. he deserved better. joe had put love above everything ! was that his mistake ? being too good of a boyfriend ? caring too much about a girl who needed him ? what about those things leads to the conclusion that he should have to DIE ?

at least he’s prepared. not for death, he never planned for death. for another twisted story however ----- he made sure he’d end up on the winning side. joe had faced peach before, & more often than not her sick way of thinking imbibed it’s way into beck’s mind & tainted her way of thinking. he couldn’t have that now ! he couldn’t let peach ruin what could be her last memory of him !

so he planned. he planned better than any act of passion. he planned smarter than any past intention. joe was prepared for the worst. & the worst was coming. so if he couldn’t get the last laugh, peach would have the last heartbreak. those two things practically equalled the same thing at this point. it meant one of them was loved & remembered fondly by beck, & one of them wasn’t.

in the wake of peach’s performance they’d find joe. he was sure of that much. she’d made too much of a fuss out of the last few INCIDENCES to not desire his complete & utter destruction. she was a master of ruining reputations, was she not ? always the drama queen. so one by one as she shed her fake tears his plan would still be in motion. he’d still be fighting the war she thought she’d won. silently, under the radar where she was too self absorbed to focus on. surely she’d already cleaned any traces of him from her fingernails, playing the victim as always. only they wouldn’t find a stalker getting what he deserved after an attack ----- they’d find the real victim.

photos of beck once threatened as blackmail were scattered, separate from peach’s stash so that the police would have a much better chance of finding them. without her realizing, they’d be picking up evidence everywhere. evidence showing a fight between the two rivals for beck’s affections, the loving boyfriend who had no cards to play against her, & the best friend with a full deck of intimate images of not only beck ----- but HIM too.

what about if we told him he looks like he smells like mildew

     “something like that, yes.” despite the surprise written clear as day across her face, you don’t hesitate to lean in, hand resting on her forearm as you press a quick bise to each cheek. any lingering nerves hide themselves behind a carefully constructed smile as you straighten once more and slink past her, making your way into an apartment you’ve only been inside once before. 

      you’re certainly no stranger to money yourself, not after growing up shuffled from one boarding school to the next, yet the extravagance peach surrounds herself with is something else entirely. from her apartment to her wardrobe (you can’t help but notice, then, the silk robe that likely costs more than your entire outfit -- and you’re not exactly cheap, either -- eyes dipping beneath its short hem for the briefest of seconds before quickly flicking back up), every facet of her oozes with a lived-in luxury you’ve never quite managed to achieve.

      even beyond that, there is something so... american about her. something loud, and brash, and exorbitant. even her name, peach salinger; the way it rolled off her tongue, all sharp angles and harsh vowels when she first approached you at your regular cafe. it’s a breath of fresh air in a city as standoffish as paris, really, a change of pace from lewd men and their condescending gazes being the only things brave enough to ever come near you.

[ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 ]   𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜?? [ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 ]  𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 [ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 ] 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊s𝚎

     there was a sense of urgency in beck’s messages. she feels alone, hurt & abandoned            like a puppy left in the cold. she hates to be ignored. she absolutely hates it. 

      a heavy sigh escapes beck’s lips. her next instinct is to text joe       but no. not right       now. she wasn’t in the proper mental state to talk to anyone        not even peach. but       she still wanted to talk. desperation had certainly gotten the  best  of her. the heel of       beck’s shoe met the wet asphalt; it had rained earlier. she was too distracted to even       notice. too distracted by her troubled mind; her troubled thoughts. maybe it’s the alco      -hol that's the one to blame here. hmm, perhaps. but that didn’t seem to bother her in                                                                   the slightest.

idk what meme & idc

𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘.   i’d  do  anything  for  you,  she  wants  to  say.  instead,  she  nods,  and  lies  there  between  peach’s  silk  sheets  with  her  back  propped  against  some  pillows,  fiddling  idly  with  the  gold  st.  christopher  around  her  neck.  “  i  don’t  have  to  promise  all  that,  ”  her  large  eyes  drop  to  her  necklace,  to  her  bare  breasts,  a  small  smile  turning  up  one  corner  of  her  mouth.  she  doesn’t  have  to  promise  that  she  won’t  tell  anyone  about  peach  and  her  because  she’d  never  say  a  word  to  begin  with.  not  even  if  peach  hurt  her  bad.  peach  isn’t  ready  for  that,  to  come  out.  much  as  zelda  wants  her  to  be,  much  as  she  wants  to  be  able  to  say  that  peach  is  her  girlfriend.  but  if  it  will  put  peach’s  mind  at  ease  for  zelda  to  promise  it  …  

she  sighs,  her  lips  pursing. the  st.  christopher  settles  itself  between  her  breasts  as  she  holds  up  a  hand,  pinky  finger  protruding.  “  but  alright.  i  promise,  peach.  i  promise  i  won’t  tell  anyone  that  we  make  sweet,  sweet  love  on  a  nightly  basis.  ”  gently,  she  bumps  her  head  against  the  bed’s  headboard  and  wriggles  her  finger  at  peach,  a  little  teasingly.  “  not  even  my  mom.  who  i  mention  everything  to.  ”  shifting  up  in  bed,  she  reaches  out  for  peach’s  hair  and  tucks  it  sweetly  behind  her  ear,  lips  puckered  to  mimic  a  kiss  which  turns slowly  into  a  smile,  and  a  barely  audible  laugh.  “  don’t  think  about  it  right now.  we’re  alone.  it’s  just  us  today.  ”

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