Wxlksxflxfx​  /  Bill Denbrough * !!

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Listening to her, Bill couldn’t help the sigh that he left out. It wasn’t in frustration at her, but at the situation as a whole. This was going to be easier if they all had their memories, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards. “No, well, yes..” His head shook. “It’s complicated. We all lost our memories when we left town, but Mike stayed and brought us all back when IT came back twenty-seven years later. Long story short, our memories came back and we fought IT and finally destroyed him, but we lost some of our friends along the way.” He told her. “However, it seems we’re all here now, but some of us don’t have our memories anymore.” Bill knew this was going to be a lot for her, but part of him hoped it might help jog some of her memories. “We could never let him have that kind of power. We’d all be screwed in the end.” 

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                    beverly’s mind tried to keep pace with bill’s proclamation, but it was near impossible. it certainly made some sense due to the lapse in time. going from the 80s to now had once seemed so normal ; never allowed to overthink it too much before she’d conveniently lose her train of thoughts or would imagine far worse nightmares. face losing most of its color, she somehow knew it was TRUE, what bill was saying. she turned to the nearby table, slightly trembling hands reaching for a much needed drink before forcing up a slight grin. “please tell me this is the plot of one of your future novels. it’s pretty damn good.” a few sips && sapphire gaze studied him closely, sucking in a deep breath. “what do you mean by LOST ??” did this also mean that some of the dreams she’d been having were actually true ?? how’d she ever know ?? “&& do you know who else doesn’t have them ??”

                    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. 

@heartsofember​ for anyone 

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

ben: yep, that's exactly why i keep you around

ben: maybe i'll dig up that denim vest i wore the day we met

ben: that would be a throwback, huh?

beverly: only maybe?🥺

beverly: but do you have a brown shirt and khaki shorts?

beverly: my hair is long enough to wear in a side pony again. MAYBE i'll wear it that way again 😊

What a shame, we all became…

                                  Such fragile, broken things…

fadedlustre​  /  luke skywalker * !!

at least it wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him. or maybe it was the force guiding him to where he needed to be, even if he didn’t know it. luke gave the man, finn, a small smile and nodded. “uh, yeah, doesn’t mean a whole lot right now, i have to admit,” he agreed, but he could feel the man was telling the truth. he was starting to learn to trust the force his gut again. “i’m luke. or, i guess you already know that.” since the other man seemed to have his memories. so he knew his sister, and they were fighting… something. “wait, did you say a different time? what, are we from the future?” that might take a little explaining to do when it came to ezra. 

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                    the other’s smile was easily returned, meekly shrugging his shoulders. “to be fair, you didn’t look like you do now when i knew you. but i’m pretty sure i’d know you anywhere.” whether that be from the force or his own wishful thinking. “this system marks time differently than we did. but based on what little tech they have i’d say probably so. no ships, at least ones like ours, no droids. they’re all human too. which considering there aren’t any wookiees who always win at dejarik maybe it’s a good thing.” finn smiled, but it was slight, a bit bittersweet. he wouldn’t mind seeing chewie again, any of them. “but i haven’t seen any evidence of —” dark forces, “— of anything bad, besides the whole barrier thing of course. so whatever is going on, i think it’s something we haven’t faced before.”

                    seeing everyone else joyous at such a celebration, finn felt like he should be as well. but he couldn’t. he was not long ago, when the resistance finally saw VICTORY, but it seemed that would be short-lived. perhaps he was foolish to think it would take time for palpatine, supporters, or even someone or something new to make such an impact. but whatever brought him here, it felt  d a r k  . even at the sight of a younger someone who represented light, HOPE  ; for it couldn’t be her. “general organa ??” the name slipped his tongue regardless, dark gaze immensely confused. @impcrishable​​  /  leia organa.

                    while never having a top score on any game, beverly liked to think she was rather decent at a few arcade games. or well, at least she once was. she tended to stick to the classics, like pac-man or frogger. having just turned some cash into game tokens, bev had yet to notice the party until she got a bit closer. at the other’s words beverly chuckled lightly as she turned from the group to ginny. she quite liked, though was always a bit weary of the idea of ever having her own. she wouldn’t want to fuck them up. “i can see that. but no. just came here in attempts to get a TOP SCORE. though, maybe i should wait. with them around they’re bound to kick my ass && that’d then just be embarrassing,” bev quipped.

open starter location: gametime arcade

tendrils of red hair were falling from her ponytail as she made another pass through the party room. if only she could use magic. then maybe she wouldn’t be so overwhelmed with the constant requests from a group of eight-year-old muggle children and their equally demanding parents. she’d just taken out more napkins and paper plates when she noticed someone loitering by the front door. she signaled to them she’d be just a second as she set down the items and hurried over, grateful to be away from the deafening laughter and screams even if briefly. “ hey, sorry about that. things are a little chaotic at the moment. are you here for the birthday party? ” she asked, pushing the stray hairs behind her ear.

                    beverly knew better than to expect the line to be short at the grind, especially early in the morning. like many others, the redhead needed a strong cup of coffee to even start her day. bev always wanted to be a morning person && yet every morning it’s the same — alarm instantly snoozed ... usually several times. unable to stop a yawn from parting lips, she let out a grumpy, yet slightly amused chuckle. “is there a SECRET PASSWORD or something ??” she playfully implored to the person in front of her. “something we could say to make them take us next or miraculously make the line go faster ??” a jest, && perhaps a lot of wishful thinking, but the idea made the wait a little more bearable. @edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom.

edgcofgreat​  /  ben * !!

               Ben  was  up  late,  as  usual,  working  on  some  mock-up  designs  for  a  project,  which  would  have  been  fine  if  he  didn’t  have  to  be  up  this  morning.  So,  he  decided  to  stop  by  The  Grind  and  grab  a  coffee,  and  maybe  a  breakfast  pastry,  before  what  was  sure  to  be  another  long  day.  It  wasn’t  until  he  heard  not  only  a  familiar  phrase,  but  a  familiar  voice  that  made  his  heart  practically  leap  out  of  his  chest  as  he  quickly  turned  around.  “  Beverly…?  ”  He  muttered,  taking  a  moment  to  look  at  her,  just  to  be  sure  it  wasn’t  a  coincidence.  No,  he’d  know  her  face  anywhere.  “  Oh  my  God,  Bev.  ”  Tears  started  welling  up  in  his  eyes  as  he  quickly  wrapped  her  in  a  hug.  

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                    TOUCH — her body momentarily stiff ( questioned intentions ever since childhood, always expecting the worst ) until his arms wrapped around her. realization immediately struck, soft smile dazzling across lips as arms curled around him in turn. “ben hanscom.” now there was no doubt. he was the kindest of all she knew, from her past && present ; she wouldn’t doubt future too. “it’s good to see you.” despite the years it had been since she last remembered seeing him beverly inexplicably felt at HOME, a feeling she had rarely felt even now that life had considerably calmed since being out of derry. a chuckle, soft hand moved comfortingly up && down his spine. “c’mon new kid, it’s only been a few years.” she lightly teased. if anything she was almost ashamed that even for a moment she had forgotten him, all of the losers. “you guys decide to have a reunion or something without me ?? joke’s on all of you cause i was already here.”