Neither one of them are each other’s first loves. But that’s okay, it still feels like it.
A soft, new, fragile thing. Filled with light and joy and sweetness. That’s what first loves are supposed to be about.
Jack’s first love, well. That thing with Kenny was too couched in secrecy and expectations and anxiety and competition.
They were twin stars going supernova, galaxies colliding, rather than just two kids falling in love.
It was just a rush of now and desperation and need–there was still love, of course. But love isn’t always a happy ending.
With Eric, his first love was less explosive. But sometimes worlds don’t end with a bang, they end with a whimper. And hearts break just the same way.
Eric’s was a one sided thing, before he learned not to fall for straight boys. Oh, but to love, even when he had to hide it, even when he never had a chance–is that not what every story is about?
And now this story, this story for the two of them, it’s a second chance.
Samwell was a second chance for Jack to live his dreams; a second chance for Eric to be the person he’s always wanted to be.
A second chance for first loves.
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A/N: Guess who just discovered @omgcheckplease. And seriously. So cute. SO CUTE.
So here’s my tiny ass contribution to the fandom.
Although, tbh, I super enjoy how Kent Parson is like… agreed to be a hockey playing anime-eyed trash can and yet, still, the problematic fave.
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