#you also get harassed when the very obviously temporary relationship is broken up. because people are fucking stupid i guess.

[daniclaytcn]

seeing how quickly a lot of the hardcore bt fans have devolved into running lou ferrigno jr fanblogs and complaining about oliver's lack of talent has been extremely telling. look oliver's not the strongest actor on 911 (because that is a high bar!) but if you think lfj is vastly more talented than him, we cannot have been watching the same show

the way they instantly turned on oliver is, well. it's really something.

[thedandelion-writer]

Good evening I am here for the matchup event

Preferred Gender- any and all

MBTI- INFP (my zodiac’s Sagittarius but I don’t fit any of those stereotypes)

Personality- shy, timid, quiet, you know the type. Unnecessarily polite around strangers while being simultaneously terrified of anyone who’s not a close friend but. It’s fine. Constantly seeking validation

Activities- if the other person has something they wanna do I’ll go with them and do it, but if I had to pick an activity, probably just walking, in general? Idk walking is. Nice

Boundaries- I have no boundaries please hug me

Other potential matchups- if you can, please. If not, perfectly understandable

A/N: Oh, why hello there, welcome! For your scenario, I was inspired by the movie Last Christmas, so if you've watched it and think it's familiar, that's probably why. But uh, Childe is real though, he's not like a ghost or anything in this one (if ykyk). God I'm not making any sense...don't mind it

But without further ado, you're going with...

Childe!

My reasons!

Childe would probably take your timid/unnecessarily polite demeanor when you first meet as a challenge. He's those type of people that you either love or hate and there's no in between (after getting to know him of course, first impressions can be deceiving with this one). When he takes interest in you, I'm pretty sure his charms are really hard not to fall for and before you know it, you've fallen for it. As for validation, Childe has no qualms with giving you any sort of comfort and validation when you need it, or when he feels like he should. Having a big family, and a family man at that, he knows how important it is to make sure a loved one feel like they matter. My other choice was Venti, because his carefree, cheery disposition might also help you during the early stages of the relationship. Then again, I feel like he'd be slightly put off at first so I felt that Childe was the best option :)

The First Date:

One thing was for sure. This guy was persistent

"Come on, one date, that's all I'm asking for. If you hate me afterwards, I'll consider it fair," he said one day, stopping you on the way home from work, hand oustretched.

You sighed.

"Will you just keep pestering me if I decline again?"

"You know it," Childe grinned, wiggling his fingers as if to say hurry on.

Truthfully, you too harbored feelings for him (otherwise this might have been a troubling situation), but instead of reciprocating, you avoided him instead, pretending otherwise

It was silly, yes, but you couldn't help it

You knew of the type of person he was, always looking for new thrills. Being afraid that his interest in you was temporary, unlike yours, was a valid reason right?

Although over time, you felt your resolve dwindle at the sight of him. He was just so...oh, what was the word?

Irresistable. Or at least to you

The first time you met, you had been so stiff that Childe couldn't help but stifle a laugh. You thought he was making fun of you, but he later told you he just thought it was cute

Maybe that was when you started falling for him?

Or maybe it was that time you saw him with his siblings and it looked so endearing for a moment you forgot he was capable of beating people up (like that one guy who harassed you-)

It was somewhere along the blurry lines, but the point was, you held an affection for him.

So you decide, what the heck, and you take his hand

Hesitantly, but you did. Watching his face light up afterwards made your heart flutter, though you were still unsure if what you did was the right thing.

"Well, are you going go tell me where we're going?" you asked, panting, because he had broken into a run and your lungs were breathing in cold night air.

"You'll know when we get there," he replied, not sounding even a little bit as breathless as you were.

Your hand still in his, you were practically dragged behind him as Childe excitedly took you somewhere over the rainbow

He stopped suddenly, and you leaned on your knees to catch your breath.

"You--seriously need--to warn me--" you wheezed.

"Haha, sorry, sorry! Pardon my enthusiasm but I've been waiting for this a long time," Childe rubbed the back of his head, not looking an ounce apologetic.

If you hadn't been so knees deep into him, this would've make for a bad impression, you thought, laughing quietly. At least he was energetic about it. You had been on dates when they just looked bored, and it was no fun at all

"So uh, where are we?"

"The skating rink!"

You gaped,"but it's like midnight...the rink's closed!"

"Yeah I know, that's why you should just follow me," Childe beckoned you behind the building and into a dim, narrow hallway that seemed to go on and on and on

"Trust me, okay?" he looked back at you and offered you his hand once again.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and placed your fingers on his palm, allowing yourself to be lead into a possibly illegal act. But as long as you were with him, it all felt very exhilarating in the best way possible

Apparently, Childe worked a part time job here, so he knew of where things were stored and how stuff worked (also the best + discreet exits)

"Wild idea, why didn't you just, you know...take me here in the morning? Instead of risking getting kicked out by the guard?" you balanced yourself on the blades, teetering towards him after he finished tying your laces.

"You could've changed your mind by then, I didn't want to chance it."

"And you also didn't think about it very much I suppose?"

"Of course not," Childe was already on the ice, gesturing you to follow

The lights were a little dim because obviously, everything had to be lowkey, and you were honestly quite scared. This was all a little scary, but it was also a little romantic in a way

"Come here," he steadied you when you came onto the ice flailing, "I won't let go promise, just relax."

It felt like gliding through oil barefoot. You seriously could've just slipped and broken a skull or a leg, depending on your luck. This was a lot harder than you thought.

"I didn't know you could skate that well," you grabbed the railing, watching as he glided backwards, did a little spin and then came back to you.

Childe gave you a shrug before saying,"I had a lot of practice back in Snezhnaya."

You opened your mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a loud bang, followed by a man with a flashlight, shouting at the both of you to get the hell out, basically.

While laughing, yes laughing, Childe practically carried you out through the back door before the guard could even get near you.

"Wait, will you get fired for this?" you hopped on one leg, struggling to put on your regular shoes after throwing away the skating ones before leaving the building.

"Nah, no one saw my face, it'll be fine," he said, prompting you to walk a little faster in case the vicinity was still looking for the two figures who crashed into a closed building.

"Okay, let's just not do this again. That was the most illegal thing I've done in my life."

"As you wish!"

The rest of the time was peaceful in comparison.

Childe insisted to carry you on his back on the way to your place, because you complained about your sore feet once.

"It's fine, I'm used to it," he assured you,"at least you're not three small kids grabbing at my hair while climbing up."

"They're lucky to have you, though," you mumbled, not sure if you wanted him to hear.

But he did, and you could see him smile.

This wasn't so bad after all

Night turned into twilight and you found yourself looking forward to his future anything-but-dull antics.