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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[theunpressuredclub]

A soft, pleased laugh. It's a quieter version of the laugh he likely hasn't heard out of her since the bruises and scars started appearing on their bodies.

"Really."

[ofthecubs]

It's a slow, creeping thing. The ice pack gets abandoned again. His freed hand moves hesitantly to rest on her arm. His entire being shifts forward slightly.

"I wasn't... s-sure, y'know?"

[theunpressuredclub]

"How could you not be?" she asks, not flinching from his touch despite the way it makes her still just slightly. It's balanced out by the smile that won't leave her face, "You're the only one I've felt able to-- really talk to, this last little bit."

Since things had gotten worse in her life.

[ofthecubs]

Maybe he's allowed to duck his head now and carefully press a kiss to the back of her hand. He certainly hopes so, because he can't stop himself from trying.

"Just-- seemed nervous, you know? When... we were figuring it out. Like-- maybe you didn't-- want it to be true."

[theunpressuredclub]

"I did. I do."

And she's going to beam brightly at the press of his lips to her skin.

"I just-- thought you might get all-- up in arms." About what she had made him promise not to ask about, "And I didn't-- want to keep getting you hurt. That's the only reason I might not-- want it to be true. Not anything else."

[ofthecubs]

It can't be helped that his smile is slightly overcast. It's not far from the truth, after all; if she'd let him, he'd have been up in arms long before the last few truly bad stretches.

"Don't-- worry about that, okay?" It's echoes for him, after all. "Worry about you." Since he's holding himself back from doing more. "And just... let this-- us, you know-- be... a good thing. Not-- a worry."

[theunpressuredclub]

"O-okay."

A smile as she squeezes his hand again.

"I-- love you, Ed."

[ofthecubs]

It really is an amazing smile. And it really is strangely wonderful to be able to murmur properly aloud between them.

"And-- I love you, Rach."

It doesn't take all the worry away, but it goes pretty far.

[theunpressuredclub]

"Awesome."

And it is an awesome thing. It is something that absolutely makes her happy.

It might not last, with the worrisome life she leads, but it's a start.

[ofthecubs]

"It is."

His fingers squeeze tighter. His body shifts slightly, lifting to press a careful kiss to her forehead, mindful of the black eye.

"It's-- It really is."

[theunpressuredclub]

She can't help the smile, pressing a careful kiss to his cheek, too.

"Really," she says, clearly happy, "Lucky us."