[ Mike && Beverly * !! ] - Blog Posts
fadedlustre / mike hanlon * !!
“real actual silverware? damn, bev, you’re putting me to shame,” he teased back, shaking his head. he’d been here longer than some of the other losers, but he had to admit, he’d never fully settled in. he’d been waiting for something to happen, never knowing what. but now… maybe he could begin to settle down. he shrugged, looking down at his mug. “yeah, been here a little longer than the rest of you. it’s really not all that different to derry. quieter, somehow.” not as scary in other ways, like a lack of alien clowns, and significantly less odd looks when he walked around. “gotta have the good times while they’re here. maybe we can take actual swimming gear to the lake this time,” he laughed.
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“don’t feel shame. i will never be the prime example of an adult, ever.” usual grin remained at his words, even if the mere mention of derry always rose goosebumps along her arms. “you’re right as usual, hanlon. it’s weird ... after living anywhere besides derry it’s even easier to see how fucked it was. children going missing shouldn’t feel fucking NORMAL.” ginger brows furrowed, a slight shake of the head to rid herself of those thoughts, to focus on what positives could be found. “oh hell yeah. no we’re really talking. snorkels, goggles, all of it. maybe the water will actually be clear enough to see shit in.” dirty water, another lovely thing about derry. “i just hope they’re more good times ...” words trailing off, curiosity getting the best of her as it usually did. “—have you, i don’t know, remembered anything new ??”
selfishly, it was relaxing being with only mike. it was strange, being jealous yet also fearful of whatever parts of the future were missing. but mike’s company was also simply welcomed, always would be. “it’s going well. the apartment is all furnished. i even have legit silverware, not just plastic from all the takeaway.” eyes glistened with jest, studying him carefully, taking him in. she had a feeling she’d be doing that for a while, always making sure they were really HERE. “what about you ?? finding everything alright ?? you know if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” another sip, eyes widening with excitement. “we should all go the the arcade sometime, for old times sake. && the lake when it gets a bit warmer out. you know if—” we’re still here ?? haven’t figured it all out by then ?? “— might as well enjoy the good parts of this place, right ??”
@heartsofember requested a starter | mike and bev
as much as mike did genuinely care for all the losers, he knew he wasn’t as close to some of them as the others. yet he was kind of glad for bev at the moment. were they the best of friends in their youth? no, but she was the only other member of their little gang that was suffering from memory loss and mike found it oddly comforting, even if he felt guilty about it. because she’d understand where he was coming from. how difficult it was to understand when the others started talking about the things he didn’t recall. and, well, it was just nice to see her, really. as they settled into the booth with their coffee orders, he couldn’t help smile. “how are you settling in? you got yourself sorted out?”
fadedlustre / mike hanlon * !!
it was weird. getting hugs from any of the losers was… it was an experience. he really hadn’t realised just how much he missed his friends over the last few years even if apparently he’d seen them until they all came back. he laughed at her comment, although it was a surprise. did… was bev affected like he was? “i’ve been good,” he replied, shaking his head as he took a step back and just took in the woman for a moment. “i mean, you know, aside from being dragged into another strange town and everything. how have you been?”
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bev’s smile faltered at his words. “bill mentioned popping up outta nowhere ; did that happen to you too ??” it was indescribable, how it felt to remember them && to have them here with her. but she didn’t want it if it meant this place was anything like derry. ivywood once felt like the HOME she never had. but now it’d be a lie to say she wasn’t worried. regardless, a grin once again tugged at her lips. “i’ve been alright. managed to miraculously make it through school && have been trying this fashion thing out.” eyes bright, brow arched at a thought. “drinks to celebrate ?? besides i wanna hear everything. how’s the farm ?? && florida, right ?? please tell me you went somehow, someway.”
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?”
