Beverly Never Thought She’d Meet Someone Who Could Talk As Much As Richie.

                   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.”

@heartsofember​ requested a starter | luke and finn

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?”

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.”

                    a whole 27+ years of memories just gone ?? apparently so. the news was UNSETTLING && adding the fact that they were now TRAPPED here only made it worse. it made it easy to down the free alcohol, however. bev had just finished another glass when she felt someone’s grasp. instinctively arms crossed in front of her however she’d recognize that voice anywhere ( even if it was much deeper than when she last heard it ). instantly she relaxed, practically throwing herself into his arms as she shook her head. “don’t you DARE try to pull away that quickly, richie dear !!” a tight squeeze, elated tears billowing in eyes before drawing down cheeks. memories or no memories, beverly knew it had been too long since she’d seen her best friend. “fuck you by the way, making me mess up my make-up,” she quipped as she slowly pulled away, she’d blame the liquor for the tears later. bev wiped them away as a knowing smirk crossed her lips. “well for supposedly looking this good it took you way too fucking long to notice me. i’m almost hurt,” tone nothing but teasing. bev finally managed to take him in. bev playfully looked him up && down before cupping his cheeks, giving one a solid pinch. “you’ll be breaking hearts tonight, richie rich. i told you, you’d grow into your looks.”

@heartsofember​ - bev

Richie had been so excited to see all of the losers for different reasons. Stan and Mike had been for more…hidden reasons, ben and bill had been pure happiness in seeing that they were okay and alive and still them, eddie had been a relief, but nothing compared to seeing Bev. Sure, he was really close with some of the other losers, some even competed for the girl’s spot but no one ever won. Bev was the reigning champion of ride or die’s in Richie’s mind. So seeing her standing there in the corner of the ballroom, looking as if she was trying to find someone, Richie found no better opportunity to rush up to her and just grab her close. “Bevvie baby! I can’t believe it’s you!” he said holding her close before releasing her, realizing that rushing to hug her may not have been the smartest idea but hey….it was him. “You look so good tonight, you know that? I mean all the loser’s do but wow…do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to show up? You sure do know how to keep a man waiting, Beverly Hills.”

edgcofgreat​  /  alec lightwood * !!

               “  Yeah,  tell  me  about  it.  ”  Alec  shook  his  head,  throwing  the  napkin  back  onto  the  table  in  frustration.  “  Damn  it.  I  liked  this  one,  too.  ”  He  muttered.  He  didn’t  know  when  he  got  so  into  fashion,  it  almost  just  happened  one  day.  Still,  he  certainly  wasn’t  complaining.  He  knew  he  was  a  handsome  guy,  might  as  well  draw  some  attention  to  it.  “  In  my  opinion,  there’s  nothing  wrong  with  a  fruity  drink  every  once  in  a  while.  I  just  prefer  them  in  a  glass,  not  on  my  clothes.  ”

                    “well, guess you’ll just have to spill more drinks on it. that way you can say it was all part of the design. you can buy shirts with purposeful HOLES now, after all.” seemed to johanna something that people in the capitol might once have liked. frivolous, ridiculous things to ‘ make a statement. ’ but to her, the only statement it made was how disgusting they truly could be. “perhaps. though if you can’t taste the alcohol, is there even a point ??” 

                    if it weren’t for already knowing richie && for the unfortunate circumstance of henry bowers’ knife meeting ben’s skin beverly wasn’t sure she’d have ever been a loser ( well, a loser yes, but not a member of the club ). strange how strong a friendship could become off of bumming a cigarette, a mutual addiction turned into unknowingly needed company. the TRUST between the two young adults splayed out on the bed indescribable. bev’s nightmares had gotten worse — the morphing of her father && the clown now joined by another man. unnamed, but just as horrifying. ‘ no one will love you like me ’  — a constant echo. as expected, with richie those words were easy to push out of her mind, the bright memories of shared ice cream cones && yo-yo tricks at the forefront. his words brought on beverly’s usual smirk. “pretty sure that’s already a question, tozier.” but she caught onto the slight shift — expression solemn as she tilted her chin down to look at him. digits softly tangled in his hair, massaging scalp comfortingly as fresh cigarette dangled from lips. “what’s up ??”

@heartsofember​ - bev

Out of everyone in the loser’s club, it was weird that he was closest with Beverly. Sure, Stan and him had been the closest growing up but things were different. Richie loved Stan, and the same with Mike. He loved them and so in a way they had a piece of his heart. But his closest friend in the group was hands down Beverly Marsh. He would kill for that girl and he always dropped everything whenever she needed him. Including tonight when she had texted him to come over for a smoke. Which led them to laying on her bed, his head in her lap, smoking and just talking. Richie was dramatic and energetic but even he liked these moments. The quiet ones. They had been talking about old things, memories that they’d had, when things had gotten quiet for a moment. “Hey, Bev, can I ask you something?”

                    while feeling much more comfortable in the attire he came to ivywood in ( how he did, finn was still trying to figure out ), he knew it was best to blend. that was something finn was used to, having simply been a NUMBER once. though, that felt like forever ago now thankfully. dark gaze wandered over the different pieces, all the different fabrics. he pulled out a simple tee, wondering to himself if it was blast-proof when the other spoke. finn couldn’t help but grin, immediately more at ease. “really ?? cool.” with that he slung it over his arm, eyes moving between her and the clothing rack. “you’re good. if anything i need the help.” he admitted, a light laugh following his words. “i’ve never been all that good at this stuff.” he never had the privilege to be before.

waking up in a town where she had no idea who anyone was or how she got there was weird for the girl. she felt like singing a song about it, but she decided against it. this wasn’t glee club, although she wished it was. it didn’t take her long to use her resources and get a job at finder’s creepers, a thrift and consignment shop in the town. although she couldn’t leave and she had no idea how she got there, she got an ounce of happiness out of working there and going back to school. while at work, marley had been gawking from far away, unsure if she should walk up to the other and tell them that they would look great in the shirt that they were looking at in the thrift shop. finally, she shot her nerves down and basically strutted towards the other. “that would look so good on you!” marley spoke, a bit of enthusiasm in her voice before she realized. she felt like retreating. but she had already gotten herself into this mess. “i, uh… didn’t mean that in a creepy way, i’m— sorry.” ivywood was a place to find her inner lady gaga. she needed to be more.. out of her comfort shell.

                    weight swayed from foot to foot in rhythm with the beat as DREAMY gaze wandered around the venue until she spotted a familiar face. a slight squeal erupted from luna as danced her way over, eyes wide, bright. “lara jean !! i hope you know how SPECTACULAR you look. if not, i’ll make sure to remind you every hour until you’re sure of it.” luna meant it to. knowing her she’d set an alarm to remind herself to do just that. “have you seen the chocolate fountain yet ??” luna’s thoughts were always rapid with no real destination. && currently ?? her massive sweet tooth was on the mind.  “— it’s the biggest one i’ve ever seen.”   @dcvinely​  /  lara jean covey.

                    this whole evening seemed like a horrendous idea. always such a waste, whether that be food, recourses, or time. it practically mirrored a party at the esteemed president’s mansion. ivywood already made her uneasy, && this only made it worse. all the more so when someone in particular caught her eye —— someone she’d known for years, had studied prior to her own games && worked alongside for the rest. but it was IMPOSSIBLE. capitol mutts — their eyes resembled past tributes but certainly the capitol couldn’t do more ... she hoped. johanna waited until he was alone to approach, immediately defensive, gaze cold. “what are you ?? — who sent you ??” @spcllbovnd​  /  finnick odair.

impcrishable​  /  leia organa * !!

How odd that sounded. General. Her father told her all about the great Jedi generals but never once considered herself even close to one. At least not now. She’d dreamed of it, but only when absolutely necessary. Things were peaceful… well… at least until now they were. Leia was prepared to be Mayor Organa, somehow holding the title of Princess amongst her people. “General?” she asked with a frown, “That’s Princess or Your Highness to you…” 

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                    the system that he found himself on was only getting worse && finn had a feeling he’d be trying to understand how all this was happening for quite a while. nonetheless, it’d be a lie to say finn wasn’t relieved to see leia — even if he didn’t understand how it was possible. people believed in leia ; they had figured out to get of situations just as bad as this one, right ?? “sorry, gen— princess.” how much did she know ?? “i didn’t mean any disrespect. it’s just — you’re one of the LAST people i ever expected to see.”