“ I Think I'll Just Go Down && Have Some Pudding && Wait For It All To Turn Up - It Always Does In

                    each footstep echoed against the concrete as mike went for his run, airpods in each ear. mike attempted to focus — mentally going through his notes for one of his upcoming finals. LAW SCHOOL, he had the confidence ( perhaps too much of it ) to do it, but there was always a part of him that feared FAILURE. he almost didn’t see the other until a can struck his foot. he quickly picked up what he could to help, pausing however at the sight of her tear filled eyes. “hey, no need for emotional cabbage — better the spilled milk than you right ??” mike jested in usual manner, an attempt to lighten spirits. “you alright ?? they never double bag, it’s bullshit.”

lulu juggled the bags on her arm and tried to get back home quickly as possible. her wagon had lost a wheel and she was still waiting for the new one to come in but she had to grocery shop. the blonde picked up her pace but the inevitable happened and one of her bags broke. she watched as her stuffed rolled away from her and she tried not to cry. she knelt to the ground to start picking up some items but tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. she could do this, she could get home and then she would cry at home. 

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theneotheater​  /  tinkerbell * !!

Bev had brought Tink along for this exact reason, and fae was happy to help. In fae’s opinion, instructions were for sellouts as well; fae nodded in agreement at the sentiment. As the two of them looked on at what they’d narrowed their selection down to - two coffee tables, both modest in price and very nice, either of which would look great as the centerpiece to the redhead’s little apartment living room - blue eyes studied the first that was pointed at. Fae smiled with the other as she grinned that knowing, warm smile of her’s, giving back a little shrug of Hey, if it works ! The blonde wouldn’t be the first to throw stones, considering fae’s hobby of hitting things with a hammer until they worked. Both of them seemed relatively easy to piece together, as long as she had the right tools to do so with. So, Tink went with the one that appealed most to fae aesthetically. With a point to the one on the left, there was the answer - I really like that one. Then fae looked to the other, smiling their own clever, knowing smile. As long as we do it together, we’ll be the dream team ! Both of their personalities meshed so well, their determination and passion and warmth, it was sort of perfect how they’d ended up friends. What do you say ? Ultimately, though, it was the other’s choice - they’d have to live with it in their home for the next little while.

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                    besides with the losers, it’d always been rather DIFFICULT letting people in ; the cruel words she heard from many over the years a constant echo. but with tink she didn’t worry. it was surprisingly  e a s y  . && while she greatly loved her childhood friends, considering most of them had all their memories she felt a bit misplaced. she could simply be herself, who she was right now. bev studied fae’s reactions carefully, making her final glance between the two options before nodding. “you’re so right. the light wood will BRIGHTEN the room quite nicely.” it took bev a while to actually believe it, but she could do whatever she put her mind to. seeing tink’s clever smirk only confirmed that notion this time around. with a confident tilt of her chin, she grabbed the box containing all the parts of what would hopefully turn out to be a coffee table, carefully placing it into the cart — as much as it would fit at least. “let’s do it. i think i still have the box of tools we used last time, but do you think we’ll need anything else ??” with tinkerbell around beverly quickly learned not everything could be fixed with duck tape or glue, && she’d forever be grateful for that && for the great company. “you need anything while we’re here ?? && by the way you’re staying for dinner. whether we get delivery or i whip us up something, it’s happening. it’s the least i can do for all your help.”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

“Isn’t that just our luck? Some mysterious thing coming after us in ways we can’t explain?” Pennywise was a mysterious thing that no one was able to explain, until the losers club had decided to take him on. “I don’t think it was IT either, but I also know don’t know what it could be. Like maybe it’s something similar to IT?” He commented, curious what she might think of that. “Honestly, I think that’s as close to the truth as it could be.” 

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                    “i just wanna know which one of us broke a mirror to give us such shit luck.” the attempt at jest was there, but didn’t quite meet the eyes. the idea of It or something else, possibly even worse made her nervous. bev sipped at her drink, giving herself a moment to think it over. it made sense. “there are other shit towns besides derry, places were awful things also happened. maybe this place is one of them.” it still felt like a stretch, bev remembered how derry’s stats were much higher than average. “i say it’s a good hunch, at least somewhere to start. did you guys — i mean did we, ever figure out what kinda thing It was ??”

                   finn’s feet carried him towards the other before he could stop himself. he’d recognize the jedi anywhere ( with the force helping guide him or not ). finn’s smile dropped slightly at the immediate question. finn had rather hoped the other had all his memories, that he wasn’t afflicted like many of the others around town. but nonetheless finn was relieved, seeing luke alive. “we have. but not here.” he was quick to add, knowing how confusing, perhaps painful it’d be to not remember it all. “&& in a different time,” brows furrowed, though finn offered a comforting grin. “but it’s okay. i’m finn. i was part of the resistance with your sister, general leia. though i know that might not mean anything to you now.”

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maybe it was just for luke but despite having very few memories of his past, things were going really well for him. unusually well, in fact. he was getting to know his brother in law, han; he’d met an amazing guy who didn’t seem to judge him for the fact he had galaxy-sized holes in his memory, and his job was relatively stable. all things considered, luke was having a great time of it. but he was getting concerned with the hazy moments of deja vu when he met certain people. like the guy walking towards him at that moment. he wasn’t certain that he’d met him but something inside him said the guy was important. “hey, sorry. have we met?”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

Jo honestly wasn’t much into furniture shopping, but she wanted to redo her writing room in her new apartment. Moving from her parents home wasn’t an easy choice, but she was ready for some freedom. Ready to get out and be on her own. Plus, she had been getting the strangest flashes of what felt like memories and she didn’t know what to think of them. She felt like maybe it was something in her brain telling her to get out and do something. Hearing someone speak to her, Jo turned and listened to her, an entertained grin sitting on her lips. “I think it just depends on what you’re planning to do with it. I’m having the hardest time trying to find the right desk to pick out. Granted though, I’m probably just too picky, but you have to have just the right kind of desk if you’re going to be spending a lot of time at it.” She commented. “What are you buying the furniture for? If you don’t mind me asking.”

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                    already beverly felt relieved at asking the other’s opinion. “honestly, good question. i kinda feel like my living room just needs a coffee table to pull it all together. but now that you mention it, i have a collection of old records && magazines. might be nice to display some of them a bit more, have them at an easy reach.” while all the more indecisive now, bev perked up as the other mentioned looking for a desk ; beverly always one to help, or at least attempt to. “nothing wrong with being picky, a desk is super important ; has to be the right height && everything. do you have a color scheme in mind ?? might be a helpful place to start, then all your furniture can match or at least not clash.” perhaps not the greatest planner, this did help her when buying her other pieces. “if you want, we could try to help each other out ?? what’s that saying — two minds are better than one ?? it’s corny, but it’s true.”

                    missing people beverly didn’t know she should be missing was quite an ODD feeling, but fuck was it  s t r o n g  the moment she saw any of the losers’ faces. the best of friends she’d ever had. yet, all forgotten in the haze of childhood. “oh my god, mike !!” eyes crinkled along a joyous smile as she met him where he stood, arms wrapping around him in a warm embrace. MEMORIES — a deep voice, the day these bonds were forged, a bloodied rock, a different voice, one mentioning that he heard the name mike, though that one of the three immediately forgotten again. “look at you, all grown up.” she teased, squeezing once more before pulling away to get another look. “how the hell have you been ??”

@heartsofember​ requested a starter | mike and bev

mike was in a weirdly good place, mentally right now. most of his other friends had turned up and although he knew his memories weren’t quite right, at least he had the information he needed to keep going. and this gala was nice. seeing so many people with their loved ones, happy with each other, it put the nightmares he had of pennywise to the back of his mind. here, he could do what richie had asked of him - think about something that wasn’t it or the strange events that brought them to this town. what he could do, however, was be thrilled to see beverly. “you’re here too,” he exclaimed, stepping forward. “bev?”

“Maybe, he thought, there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends- maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe even worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be.”

edgcofgreat​  /  han solo * !!

               Han’s  brow  furrowed  together.  Clearly  this  kid  knew  more  about  him  than  Han  thought,  but  he  couldn’t  remember  ever  meeting  him.  Sure,  a  lot  of  faces  came  and  went  in  his  line  of  work,  but  still,  the  other  man’s  words  caught  him  off  guard.  “  Solo  is  what?  ”  He  asked,  brow  furrowing  together  as  his  hand  fell  back  to  his  side  and  both  of  them  immediately  went  into  his  pockets.  “  Sorry  kid,  not  ringing  any  bells.  Mind  filling  me  in?  Maybe  it’ll  help.  ”

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                    solo is what ?? heart practically sank— mouth DRY as finn attempted to reign it back. he certainly didn’t want to be the one that told him. not as someone the other didn’t even remember, let alone at what was supposed to be a celebratory occasion. finn forced a chuckle, waving it off. “i don’t know what i was getting at ; i think i drank more than i realized.” he jested, despite not even having a drop yet. “we ran into each other on a mission once. things got bad, as usual, && you helped me out. i’ll always be GRATEFUL, just so you know.”

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                    while luna couldn’t exactly remember the particulars, the sight of one draco malfoy had them a bit uneasy. if luna were anyone else, perhaps they’d be worried about such a lapse, but she wasn’t. things always sorted themselves in the end. “well perhaps you should continue to not have such a realization. might be EASIER for everyone.” she paused however, gaze not wandering away. he seemed different, && she was CURIOUS. “how long have you been here ??”

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               Of  all  of  the  people  from  his  Hogwarts  days,  he  supposed  that  it  would  make  sense  for  Looney  Lovegood  to  be  in  the  middle  of  a  strange  situation.  Still,  he  figured  that  his  first  time  seeing  her  would  be  out  in  public,  not  in  the  middle  of  a  gala.  “  I  didn’t  realize  you  were  in  town.  ”  He  spoke  civilly.  He  was  trying  to  better  himself,  after  all.