Sweethearts (aka the cutest meme to ever exist)

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THE CHILDHOOD ѕωєєтнєαят MEME You never forget your first love. HOW TO ① Comment with your character. You can state preferences and such in your subject. ② You can play this two ways - a. the characters are young kids/teens and are right in the midst of their first love OR b. they're meeting again as ol' jaded adults and realizing the magic's still there! or something like that... ③ Play.

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Sasami Masaki Jurai | Tenchi Muyo! | OTA

[saint_sami]

(OoC: Congrats - first love is an alien princess with an identity crisis!)

Luna Lovegood l Harry Potter

[radishearring]

(Post canon in this case! M/F and very open to cross canon)

OOC;

[touchy_feeleo]

[Would you be interested in a water seraph?]

Right - Ressha Sentai ToQger - OTA

[lunchleader]

((Can go either way))

cloud strife | final fantasy vii

[cstrife]

( up for either. )

Tomari Shinnosuke | Kamen Rider Drive | M/M

[shin_niisan]

[ Up for either! ]

Rachel Caustello | HoC/OC

[theunpressuredclub]

ooc;

[ofthecubs]

CONFIRMATION STYLE
how long after that night with her shoulder do you think it would have taken for them to talk about how they're scarmates :|a

ooc;

[theunpressuredclub]

i mean it depends on how long it took until she got an Actually Visible injury that they'd have to acknowledge :|a

probably within a few months, i think. things Escalated Quickly with Shea, after all.

[needsnomirror]

[ I'd totally be down for doing something, but this is mostly just to say: I'm not entirely sure if you even remember me because it's been years, but hi/how are you/silent screaming over the fact that there are still hoc people around! ]

Sakura Kinomoto | Cardcaptor Sakura

[mistressofclow]

Matilda Wormwood | Matilda

[alittlebitnaughty]

Gavroche | Les Misérables

[petitgamin]

Kili | LOTR | M/M

[flirtswithelves]

[Canonmates or crosscanon welcome. Meeting again as adults preferred.]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Miraculous Adventures

[miraculousmarinette]

[open to any canon or medium, a preferred but can do b if you want]

General Hux | Star Wars | closed to canonmates

[neutronium]

[chromeyacht]

This had been easier when she was younger.

That is, when she had been shorter, and lighter and possessed a light-footed stealth only children could master. She had grown considerably since then, her unusual height making her stick out even when she wasn't trying to sneak around, and she'd sacrificed grace for brawn. The way she saw it, though, if sneaking into Hux's house wasn't a challenge, what was the point? What was the fun? She'd been suspected, but never caught, and she planned on keeping it that way.

At the moment, Phasma was sitting in the bushes next to Hux's house, not so much working up the nerve to see him than stewing over the day's events. Waking up in a bad mood had never stopped her from soldiering on before, but for some reason the petty politics of teenagers had gotten under her skin. Whispers or belittling remarks made at her expense she didn't mind. It was the slight against Hux she'd heard in the weight room that made her blood boil, made her move from quiet disdain to action. It had been subtle - an accident, officially - a misplaced weight had tumbled from the machine and landed on the boy's foot, breaking more than a few bones.

She had felt a sense of pride at the sight of the boy's tears, then regret and embarrassment. A few of the sharper classmates shot her looks, but she was more ashamed of herself than anything else. She ought to be holding herself to a higher standard, to be above such things - and yet... Phasma had spent the rest of the day not speaking to anyone unless absolutely necessary, gone home only to drop off her things, and then walked the city. Her path, as it often did, led her back to Hux. If he knew what she'd done, he'd surely be angry with her.

Running her hands through her hair, Phasma took a deep breath and then exhaled, a stream of white in the cold evening air. She should have brought a jacket, but a little discomfort was just what she needed. Finally standing, she checked around for any prying eyes, then looked up towards Hux's window. His bedroom wasn't on the ground floor, but it was still accessible by climbing onto the roof of the terrace. When she was smaller, she'd needed to scale the drain pipe or stack anything she could find nearby to reach. Now, she stood on her toes and grasped the edge, inhaling deeply as she lifted herself up, arm muscles burning at the strain. Once her elbows were over she swung a leg up, stilling a moment in case she'd made too much noise.

No one came running, so she pulled herself up the rest of the way and crept, as quietly as she could, to Hux's window. It was closed, but not locked, so she slid it open without really announcing her presence.

Toudou Jinpachi | Yowamushi Pedal | OTA

[withtheband]

((slight preference for option b, but could do either!))

Hermione Granger | Harry Potter | F/M

[bookish_lioness]

jayce tiryaki ☼ oc.

[colloquial]

this is going to be stupidly cute

[improvvisato]

[ It's raining outside tonight, which means little Vivyan can't go outside and play under the stars, despite the fact that she's done with all of her chores and therefore gets the rest of the night off. So what's a servant girl to do when there's nothing else to do? Make her own fun! And right now, her idea of fun just happens to be stealing some sweet rolls from the kitchen and sneaking off with them to the reading room, where she knows a certain young master of the house will be. "Studying". Hmm~

It was easy enough to convince the kitchen staff that there was somethings scurrying in the corner and that they should all look away from the desserts basket long enough for her to snag those rolls and stuff them into her dress pockets. After that, it was oh, no, false alarm, must have been nothing, time to go! No one suspects the little blonde-haired, red-eyed sweetheart of a girl, after all. So of course she's already adept at working it to her advantage, huh?

Once she finds the reading room and tugs the door open, she spots him at a desk against the wall, clearly not paying anywhere near as much attention to the stacks of books and worksheets in front of him as his mother probably wants him to. She remains there in the doorway for a second, just looking at him, smiling softly in a way that she clearly can't help - that only happens when he's around her.

She snaps herself out of it with a shake of her head, quietly sneaks her way over, and plops a sweet roll down on a napkin beside his books. ]

Um... Hungry?

torrin dahl ; oc.

[fixation]

this became a novel my bad

[curiousthrills]

[ He's pretty sure everyone in the guild saw it coming. Like it was meant to be. Like there had been signs, from the day they met with her in his face like "Who you??" and how he's been stuck to her side ever since. Growing up together, the training, the learning, the standing up for each other...

He's been crushing on her. Hard. You know, as young, barely-teenage kids often do. This particular crush? Has manifested itself as more than just starry-eyed wonder from afar. Or pigtail-pulling. Though there's been a healthy amount of both! No, this is the kind of crush that has him wondering if it's worth a chance. If he should say something. If maybe this could be something possibly perhaps and could there be a chance and oh, look, he's managed to automatically move and speak without thinking first and oh no did he actually just ask her to hang out with him in the city tonight as like "an actual date thing" why, self, why are we acting without thinking, why--

Oh. She said yes. .... Well okay then!

So when he shows up to meet her, he's dressed as nicely as he can manage - which is actually pretty nice, for an orphan kid from the guild, admittedly - and of course, his hair is awesome. Because it's never not awesome. ( groan. ) He smiles when he sees her, and starts to hand her something he picked up for her on his way here - a somewhat modest little bouquet, stuffed with fresh flowers of purple and dark blue around a single larger, white bloom.

...But. Wait. Assassin-in-training girls aren't usually big on flowers, are they? Crap, abort mission, cancel this whole thing, this is stupid, Travis you're stupid--

He extends the small bouquet to her anyway, ignoring the ALARM!! in his head and proceeding as his typical, confident self in spite of it. He even does so with a bit of a grin, with maaaybe a hint of self-deprecation slipping into it. ]

I figure, since we're actually calling it a date... Here.

[ ... Goober. ]

Mikleo | Tales of Zestiria

[touchy_feeleo]

Arthur Kirkland (England) | Hetalia | Castmates only

[english_dignity]

[Meeting again as adults preferred, but can do either.]