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                    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.”

                    johanna had a few vices — caffeine happened to be one of them. the cafe was one of her frequent stops. whether it was to help cure an inevitable hangover or to simply get a bit of energy she was there. today though, it happened to be the former. an ever persistent headache that wouldn’t go away despite anything she did. stubborn, she knew it well. wrapping lithe digits around the cup, she warmed cold hands as she sipped at her black coffee. eyes scanned her phone as she attempted to plan the rest of her day, seeing what classes she was to teach at the gym, her booked appointments. overhearing the other’s words she couldn’t help but snicker, agreeing immensely. “i wouldn’t blame you if you did. they tend to be rather awful.” johanna drawled, brow raised. “then again, maybe that’s just cause they’ve never liked me. but it goes both ways.” a shrug, she peered up at the other. “long day ??”

rachel was always quick to do anything. she created her entire life to curate her being a star. there was nothing that she couldn’t do when she put her mind to it. so, showing up in ivywood not remembering everything that happened to her in lima threw her off her game for a hot second, but she was quick to jump back into action. she found a job at the local school as a music teacher and even started her own glee club. it wasn’t new directions, but it would do. rachel frequented the cafe after school a lot, trying to blow of steam from a long day of working. after grabbing her coffee, rachel sat down and let out a sigh. “if i have to hear one more high pitched squeak of a voice come out of one more kid, i might actually have to scream,” rachel huffed to whoever could be listening. soon, she closed her eyes and let out another sigh. if rachel was anything, she was dramatic. sure, she loved teaching and still being a part of a glee club, despite it not being the new directions.

                    social gatherings weren’t exactly johanna’s thing, but she’d be anywhere that had a good drink. velvet bourbon was one of her favorites because they didn’t stiff on the alcohol like most places did. a few drinks && she was almost happily buzzed, enough at least to not be a total asshole. though, admittedly, she almost laughed at the sight of entertainment. “yeah, people around here are dicks. they never change, not matter where you are.” johanna mused, dark gaze wandering over the stain. “that’s not gonna come out. they like their drinks fruity && dark it seems. an asshole who also has bad taste.”

               Alec  spent  just  a  little  too  much  time  at  Velvet  Bourbon,  but  he  was  a  social  guy  and  liked  to  people-watch.  At  least,  this  Alec  did.  Normally,  Alec  Lightwood  would  be  off  working,  or  spending  time  with  his  family,  not  slicking  his  hair  back  in  a  small  mirror  in  the  corner  of  the  dining  room.  After  he  determined  that  every  hair  was  perfectly  in  place,  he  turned  and  was  immediately  met  with  a  spilled  drink  on  his  shirt.  “  Hey,  this  is  brand  new!  ”  He  called  out  to  the  person  who  had  now  completely  walked  away,  as  if  nothing  happened.  “  Asshole.  ”  He  muttered,  reaching  for  a  napkin  to  blot  at  the  stain.

                    there wasn’t a lot of people left in johanna’s life — in fact there were more people now than there were just a few years ago. the quarter quell, the rebellion ... most things johanna would never chose to relive. but, somewhere in all that a few people managed to stick, not that she’d ever admit that to them. but she was getting desperate to figure out what was going on, to know she wasn’t completely alone or losing it more than she already had. the bakery, she should’ve known he’d be here. “— one of whatever’s freshest. && of course, anything you got on why the hell we’re here.” johanna managed a small smirk, warm for her ; she always was rather straight to the point.

@heartsofember​ ~ Starter for ANYONE

Peeta worked easily in the bakery, finding peace among the recipes and the decorating. He was good at it and enjoyed every minute of it. He got up early in the morning and went to work, spent most of his time in the back baking and decorating everything in his path. Most o the time he didn’t interact too much with customers, but today happened to be one of the days where everyone was pitching in where they could. Peeta was spending a lot of time up front and in the back, trying to keep up with everything. On his trip back to the front, he saw a customer waiting and took the chance to help. “Welcome.” He spoke in a soft voice. “Is there something I can help you with?” 

wxlksxflxfx​  /  amelia andrews * !!

Amelia laughed lightly and nodded her head. “While I can see your logic, I don’t know if I could completely agree with it. Just because you can’t see them, doesn’t mean they aren’t hiding around here somewhere. However, I am glad to hear that you are enjoying the event. We do all this work so people will hopefully enjoy it.” She replied. With his words, her head tilted a bit like she was thinking over his offer. “Hmm, can it be a total of an hour? Like maybe not all at one time, but more of a cumulative hour throughout the whole night. That I think I can accomplish.” She figured some times with her friends and Wes, she could make up an hour. 

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                    "well someone’s gotta bear the brunt of the work && i’m glad it’s not me,” he quipped, though quickly added — “ && that it’s done by people who are actually good at it.” mike always followed through on his word, on anything he set his mind too, but that wasn’t always necessarily a good thing. trouble tended to follow, more so than he even knew. when it came to school he was organized, a future lawyer had to be. but in daily life ?? mike had to relax a bit to survive. “usually i’d say no, but i’ll compromise. just try to at least chill more than five minutes at a time. there’s always some drama at these kinda things, but doesn’t make it any less of a party.”

                    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?”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Bill nodded his head, starting to realize that maybe Bev didn’t have all of her memories. “Beverly,” He started, making sure he was careful with how he asked his question. “How much do you remember? About everything.” He wanted to know if she remembered the second fight with Pennywise, or if maybe she was like Mike and had forgotten some parts. “We could definitely take that plan sure! I can promise you Richie would be completely up for it. Sure he would have a blast.” 

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                    it was EMBARASSING, forgetting about one’s childhood && friends. but with bill && the losers she didn’t question honesty like she did with others. “well —i didn’t really remember you or the others till i saw you. i’ve always had dreams of It but always thought they were just nightmares. some still are but it’s nice to understand them a bit despite knowing It might come back.” even now as she tried to sort the timeline out it was confusing, like there were blockages in her own mind. “why ?? did that happen to you too ?? ” a light chuckle, this time a bit more joyous at the idea. “oh for sure. maybe we shouldn’t let him pick out everyone’s fake pasts though. we’ll all have storylines that could be in any soap opera or worse, guaranteed.”

A LUNA LOVEGOOD PLAYLIST・。・

below the cut are lyrics of importance from each song, plus a few extras ✨

001. MY FUTURE - BILLIE EILISH

“cause i, i'm in love with my future. can't wait to meet her. and I, I'm in love, but not with anybody else. just wanna get to know myself.”

“i know supposedly i'm lonely now ( lonely now ). know I'm supposed to be unhappy without someone. but aren't I someone?”

002. HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT - PAT BENATAR

“you don't fight fair. but that's okay, see if i care. knock me down, it's all in vain. i get right back on my feet again.”

003. THE LUCKY ONES- KERLI

“oh whatever comes, we are the lucky ones.”

“and when your world is crumbling down, i can make it better. when you're lost, need to be found ; i will look forever.”

004. ANGELS - KHALID

“i hope for better days and lately times are tough. the angels give me strength and i'm not giving up. so i wipe away my tears. i unveil my pain they're brushing off my shoulders and I hold on to their stain, i've been seeing angels.”

005. FEELING GOOD - SOFI TUKKER

“let me be too much. let me be more than enough. put me in your pocket, just water me with love.”

“i feel myself and I'm feeling understood.”

006. PROM QUEEN - CATIE TURNER

“i'm an iceberg. there's so much more that your eyes can't see ... it's a terrible feeling being the ghost on the wall that's always disappearing.”

007. RAINBOW - KACEY MUSGRAVES

“cause the sky has finally opened. the rain and wind stopped blowin'. but you're stuck out in the same ol' storm again.  you hold tight to your umbrella ; well, darlin', I'm just tryin' to tell ya that there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head.”

008. HALF-LIFE - DUNCAN SHEIK

“lately, something here don't feel right. this is just a half-life. is there really no escape? no escape from time of any kind?”

009. RAINY ZURICH - THE FRAY

“she's in a town that holds a lonely road and the night is falling. there's a road that follows to her home and the sky is heavy. in the home she's in a lonely room.”

010. HO-HEY - THE LUMINEERS

“i been tryin' to do it right. i been livin' a lonely life. i been sleepin' here instead. i been sleepin' in my bed.”

011.  A KIND OF MAGIC - QUEEN

( issa vibe 🪄 )

012.  BEAUTIFUL, MORE SO - SPENCER BELL

“does he call you beautiful? does he think you’re beautiful? does he actually know you’re beautiful, more so? i sure hope so.”