#p. s. threads.

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* OPEN STARTER! 

                             -->    PEACH SALINGER   would never give up running - not even after everything that had happened, because it was something that.. that she couldn’t give up. running helped her think, running helped her forget and...  after everything that had happened, god knew she needed it.  she got up earlier than almost the entire town did - back when the sun was still coming up and everyone was still sound asleep, even on the weekends and ran, still making it home with one hour to spare, before having to leave for work.  still - after everything, she was.. paranoid, to say the least. as she ran, peach always believed that she could hear footsteps coming from behind her, almost as if it was joe fucking goldberg, waiting for another opportunity to strike.    third time’s the lucky charm, after all.    peach tried to not pay too much attention to it - putting on some elton john to calm herself down but that day, when she heard footsteps coming from beyond her, she couldn’t help it. she reacted almost instantly, turning around, putting a safe distance between her and whoever was following her. “who are you and why are you following me?”  she hissed, hands clenched into fists by her side, as she looked the other up and down. she could run, she supposed. but then again, the other’s intention might have been completely harmless and she didn’t want to make herself lose like a complete fool.  “speak.    now.   you have ten seconds to explain yourself.”

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             peach hated being in therapy. true, the therapist that she had gotten was good enough - after all, she was peach salinger, she deserved nothing but the absolute best, but.. she still had a hard time talking about everything that had happened, especially beck.  god, she missed her. even during her last few minutes, everything that she had been able to think about was beck - you’re my family. i’d die for you, if need be. would he? she supposed than in the end, she had done good on her promise. she could have turned around and ran, taking the ticket to paris and never looking back, but.. she loved beck far too much to leave her in the hands of that second-rated psychopath. if there was anyone she’d lay her life down for, without hesitation, it was beck. beck, beck.. always beck. setting an appointment for the following day, peach thanked the assistant, before stepping out of the building, putting her sunglasses on immediately, in order to hide her red eyes. she had been so lost in thoughts that she barely noticed she was about to bump into someone - right until she did, sending her very, very expensive sunglasses falling to the ground. well, fuck. “watch where you’re going.” she snapped.

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beck. she had been waiting for this moment for so long, that now that it was here, well.. peach didn’t even know how react. she bounced from feet to feet, fingers clutching her phone tightly - two things she did whenever she was very, very nervous. she knew what she wanted to do immediately - she wanted to close the distance between the two of them and wrap her arms tightly around the other, just like she had done about a thousand times before, but.. she wasn’t sure about where they stood. did beck hate her? was beck glad joe had taken her out of their way? she knew.. he could have told her about the photos. she could know by now that peach salinger was nothing but a fraud, a secret, bullshiting her way through life  - a girl who had been in love with her best friend for years now but never , never had the courage to admit it.  if she knew, it was over for them. if she didn’t, maybe.. maybe they still had a chance. maybe, this hadn’t all been for nothing. if it had, peach didn’t see the point in being brought back.  

she could never know, not unless she asked, but as of now, peach couldn’t bring herself to speak. what could she say, anyway? i’ve missed you. i’m sorry. i lov-    say something, you idiot.  she looked good, peach realized. it wasn’t like beck didn’t always look good, she did, but.. she wasn’t sure of what she had been expecting. beck, who had just been murdered by that second-rated serial killer? no, the only hope that peach had - the only hope that had given her some peace over the years, it was that joe would never touched beck.  the only thing the two of them had in common was their love for her.  she knew beck was here - had known for days now, but.. so far, she hadn’t had the courage to approach her.  she was going through what she was going to say, over and over again - so lost in her own thoughts that she barely noticed who was standing right in front of her, right until her eyes fell on her. “i.. hey, beck.” the words were nothing more than a whisper as peach waited. // @rvseblooded - guinevere beck.

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   the meeting with beck had seemingly ruined her entire life here and… peach didn’t know what to do. it was only worse that she had disappeared right after and.. now, peach didn’t knw what to do. was she here? was she gone? would they never see each other again? she honestly couldn’t tell.  the nightmares had returned - not even drinking her weight in liquor and booking appointments with her therapist had helped and.. she didn’t know what to do. in what occasion would she, peach salinger, be caught drinking past ten pm in a low-rated bar?  peach barely noticed as someone approached her and when the other sat down, she moved away instantly. “well, with so many free seats, you just had to pick this one, hadn’t you?” breath, peach. breath. stop being a bitch. “i’m sorry, it’s just.. never mind. sit down. have a drink.”

@mannersmakeths - eggsy.

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STARTER FOR @dandelionwines​! (anya & peach)

                    peach hated being in therapy. true, the therapist that she had gotten was good enough - after all, she was peach salinger, she deserved nothing but the absolute best, but.. she still had a hard time talking about everything that had happened, especially beck.  god, she missed her. even during her last few minutes, everything that she had been able to think about was beck - you’re my family. i’d die for you, if need be. would he? she supposed than in the end, she had done good on her promise. she could have turned around and ran, taking the ticket to paris and never looking back, but.. she loved beck far too much to leave her in the hands of that second-rated psychopath. if there was anyone she’d lay her life down for, without hesitation, it was beck. beck, beck.. always beck. setting an appointment for the following day, peach thanked the assistant, before stepping out of the building, putting her sunglasses on immediately, in order to hide her red eyes. she had been so lost in thoughts that she barely noticed she was about to bump into someone - right until she did, sending her very, very expensive sunglasses falling to the ground. well, fuck. “watch where you’re going.” she snapped.