TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME .ᐟ
✩ — childe had always told you he liked you, but you never took his words seriously and dismissed them as his antics. however, after seven years of pining, can he prove to you that he's actually serious about his feelings? (or in which childe wants you to have a chance with him.)
✩ — childe x gn!reader. best friends to lovers trope. fluff, and uhm angst if u squint. no cws. wc: 784. reblogs and feedback are appreciated !!
✩ — zhongli was mentioned for no reason at all tbh. reader isn't oblivious btw it's more like indenial i think idk theyre complicated lol but yea you'll get it once u read it,, a proper drabble for this ramble i did back then :]
childe had told you numerous times that he had liked you for as long as you had known him. he always slips it into the conversation, even if it's completely off-topic. if you could get a penny every time childe says he likes you, then you'd be pretty rich right now.
it's not that you doubted his words (well, okay, maybe you do have a bit of doubt); it's more like you always thought that it was just another one of his antics. though you don't actually know if he's serious with what he says on this matter, you just dismiss it as childe teasing once again.
you and childe had this thing on fridays where you’d watch movies together. it’s a new movie every week unless you both agree to rewatch something. and while sitting on his couch, it isn’t any different. childe has said that he likes you about two times now, both with that cheeky grin he usually wears when he's teasing you.
(you wondered about it at some point—what if it's all true? maybe the reason he confesses in this way is to make it less awkward, and he could take it back if he ever gets rejected? you wouldn't really know, not when you can't keep count of the "i like you"s that childe has told you the whole time you have known him.
but one question always stuck in the back of your mind: who are you to childe? or rather—who is childe to you?
if you were to ask that of someone else, they’d say that you’re his best friend—the most obvious answer. you two have been inseparable ever since you met. however, the term best friend for him didn’t sit well with you.)
the movie was paused due to your quick bathroom break, and as you were going back, you were telling childe about the time zhongli forgot his wallet while you two were out buying materials for your project. but by the time you sat back down, childe looked troubled—agitated, even.
you called his name once or twice, yet there was no response. it wasn’t until you snapped your fingers in front of childe’s face that he snapped out of his thoughts.
"hey, you look pretty bothered; should we ditch the movie for this week?" you asked him.
but he didn’t answer; instead, he asked, "i know this is sudden, but... did you at least believe me once?"
you were speechless. what did he mean by that? surely he isn’t referring to that, right? (even if you wanted to not believe it, deep inside you knew what he was talking about.) you knew this would be a topic between the two of you sooner or later, but you didn’t expect to have this conversation now, of all times.
however, if you were to answer yes, you did believe it. you did, you did, you did—you believed all of it.
despite your lack of response, childe continued on. "i guess you didn't. i mean, it's okay. i guess my confessions didn't really seem sincere to you which is understandable."
"childe." you called.
"i mean, who would actually believe a guy who randomly confesses in the middle of a conversation? and the fact that i did it countless times? god, why did i do that? i'm stupid, aren’t i?"
"childe."
"i'm sorry, i really should've been more sincere at least once—"
"childe!" he shuts up immediately.
before you could actually say anything else, childe spoke up again.
"i love you."
in the seven years that he has loved you, childe has never felt this impatient. he never felt this suffocated from all the feelings he kept for you this whole time.
he expected the silence you gave him again, but his chest felt lighter now that he managed to say those three words. although the silence stings and now there’s a tense atmosphere between you both, childe has never felt any better.
on the other hand, you were still processing it all. you were asking yourself again: who is childe to you? he’s your best friend, of course. you love him—
oh.
oh.
you love him. you love childe, and he loves you. but it was no ordinary love between friends; it was a love that was more than friends could ever share. and it all came crashing to you that, truly, a universe without childe by your side would be mundane.
"i love you too," you finally replied.
"take a chance with me?"
a small nod is all what childe needs as a sign to kiss you.
there’s really no one else in the world with whom you’d rather fall in love except for him.
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‘you fill my head with you’ please 👀
hehe this is one of my faves! it's the drunk confession fic i am writing for beloved @shitouttabuck
basically buck gets wasted and confesses to eddie that he dreams about kissing him which leaves buck HORRIFIED the next morning and eddie, well, he's flying on cloud nine. except they are idiots and don't realize what's going on with each other of course.
here's a snip for you love <3
Then Buck blinks and he’s on his back, body flush with the couch’s cushions, chest and legs covered with the soft afghan Abuela made for Eddie years ago. The ceiling waves at him, swirling in a blend of riotous colors like it’s happy to see him.
A dopey grin spreads over his face, all sloppy and lopsided, and he waves back, fluttering his fingers in an attempt to make his hello as nice as possible.
There’s a snort to his left, an awfully ridiculous sound that pulls Buck’s attention away from the ceiling.
Eddie is sitting next to his hip, something tugging at his expression that Buck can’t decipher. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Saying hi to the ceiling, Eds. Duh.”
Buck watches with fascination as Eddie’s lips tighten, closing in around a laugh that stays locked in his chest, rumbling around loud enough that Buck can hear it knocking around near where his heart is.
He lets his hand drop, ceiling completely forgotten in the wake of Eddie close and like this, and it lands on Eddie’s chest, pushing hard against his sternum so that Buck can feel the laugh.
His heart and stomach flutter, catapulting themselves up and down his body, when Eddie groans, his eyebrows scrunching together and the fullness of his lips returned.
“What are you doing now?” Eddie asks, suddenly looking so young and scared, his hand covering Buck’s and trapping it against his chest.
wip ask game
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