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am I the only one that's like

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but at the same time

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hi guys!! if someone has any requests for any of the members of stray kids, please send me!! i would love to write it🥰

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Hii! Can you write a fic for billie eilish? Fem reader is scared of the dark and Billie cuddles us in bed to make us feel safe.

Scary

billie eilish x fem! reader

you are forced to face your fears, not meaning you have to do it alone

author's notes: this one is very sweet! i really enjoyed writing this, so I hope everyone likes it as well; thank you so much for your request, sorry it this is not what you wanted! once again, english is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes! enjoy💕

warnings: reader has a panic attack, but I did not write much about it; overall is very sweet and pure fluff!

You don't know exactly when it started. You don't exactly remember being a scared child, or fearing the dark as much as you do now.

The only thing you know is that, after a certain age, night lights become increasingly useless in comforting you, and what started as 'just a night' of sleeping with all the lights on, has become a habit.

You knew that at some point in your life you would have to overcome this irrational fear of the dark, but you just felt like the time wasn't now.

The lights were on, obviously, as night fell behind your window on the right side of your queen-sized bed, and Billie was on your left side, her head resting on your chest, legs tangled together, as she did something on her cell phone, while you were just staring at the dull, white ceiling, while thinking about absolutely nothing, just enjoying the company of your beautiful girlfriend.

We should buy something to decorate this ceiling, you made a mental note, this being your first coherent thought in a few minutes.

Just as you were about to go back into the sea of ​​'thinking about nothing' while staring at the ceiling like a maniac, Billie's voice fills the room.

"Darling, did you know that penguins-" her speech is cut off when a large thunderclap hits the ground, making a huge sound throughout the house.

Before you could even process what was happening, the lights went out and everything went silent.

Your breathing hitches, your fear of the dark showing as you quickly begin to hyperventilate.

Damn, why did this have to happen right in front of Billie?

Despite not wanting to have a meltdown in front of your girlfriend of a few months, your brain quickly starts to go haywire due to the lack of light.

Billie quickly realizes what was going on, and although it's not a frequent topic in your conversations, she remembers having already heard you mention your 'irrational' fear of the dark, so in one swift movement, Billie lifts her head from her chest and sits down, pulling you to sit on her lap in a way that both of your legs were to one side and your body to the other.

"My love, breathe with me" Billie says, and begins to breathe slowly, hoping you will follow her example.

"I'm fine, it's just-" you are cut off by Billie placing a loving peck on your lips.

"Just breathe with me, okay?" she says, and you decide to follow what she says.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, and you could already feel yourself getting better, your breathing stabilizing and your fears calming as Billie rocked you back and forth in a calming motion.

"Feeling better?" she asks, her voice small and, although you can't see her face because of the dark, you could almost feel her big smile on her face.

"Yes" you answer almost in a whisper, partly because you're embarrassed for having a small panic attack in front of your girlfriend. Billie noticed your discomfort quickly and hugged you tighter.

"You have nothing to worry about, princess" she says "I love you and I want to see you well"

Even though both of you had already said 'I love you', hearing her say it so naturally still sends goosebumps and butterflies in your stomach, in the best way possible.

Suddenly, the dark didn't seem so scary anymore.

“I love you too,” you say, laying your head on Billie’s chest.

Maybe you could even get used to the dark, if it meant you had Billie to comfort you every time.

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Hi could you do a Billie x reader where they’ve been arguing for a while now and y/n went to Billie’s studio and she seen Billie with some other girls at the studio

Spare keys

billie eilish x reader

fights between couples are normal, and when you decide to make up with Billie, your girlfriend, you discover something that would haunt you forever.

author's notes: hii!! sorry for disappearing!! I'm happy to say I'm back now ;) thank you so much for your request, I hope this was what you were expecting, I decided to make it a bit more angsty, so let me know what you think! once again, english is not my fist language so sorry for any mistakes, enjoy💕

warnings: cheating, some cursing and angst with no happy ending

You always knew that fights between couples were normal, that even when you love someone more than yourself, there will always be something that bothers you about the other person. And that's the difference between a good couple and a toxic couple: good couples can deal with their differences and go through it together; toxic couples hold on to these differences and make a big deal out of it.

At this point you don't know what kind of couple you and Billie were.

You loved her, obviously. Her smile enchanted you, her stupid jokes made you laugh and her blue eyes would make you decide that blue was your favorite color.

The only problem was that you didn't know if she loved you.

At first, it was all very subtle. First it was one of her bouts of jealousy that would be resolved in some kisses and making out on the sofa in her mansion. Then, an idiotic fight about who should wash the dishes, which was once again resolved with a few more kisses, hugs and promises of eternal love.

However, over the past few months, the fights were no longer so simple to resolve.

"Holy shit, Billie! I asked you not to go out with her, since she's clearly flirting with you all the time." You scream with your hands on your head "and what did you do? You went out with her, and on top of that you hugged her all day"

"Stop being dramatic!" Billie says. "She's just a friend"

"Marlena is a bitch! That's what she is" you say, grimacing as you mention the name of the slut who's been keeping you up at night.

"Don't talk about her like that!"

You freeze. Was Billie really defending the bitch who tried to kiss her a few days ago and then just said she was joking?

You shake your head at the bitter memory of your last - and perhaps worst - fight with Billie.

You and your girlfriend hadn't spoken since the day of the fight about Marlena, and you were feeling bad, really bad.

Maybe it was all a misunderstanding and maybe you just exaggerated, right? Right.

Billie is your light, and you can't lose her to a stupid fight. You have been through so much; this is just a troubled phase.

With this thought in mind, you get up from the bed - in which you had been lying since you stopped talking to your girlfriend - and get ready, deciding that you will surprise her. Putting on some worn jeans and a random shirt from your favorite rock band, you walk out the door of your apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and head towards Billie's studio.

You knew that your girlfriend would be recording today, since Finneas - her brother - had told you that they were both there, knowing how much you cared about his sister.

After passing a few meters, and laughing at some kind of bizarre Spider-Man that hung from the ceiling of the first subway station you took, you finally see the studio doors.

Out of breath, you just say your name to the angry-faced security guard, hand over your ID and he lets you in.

You run to the place where you knew Billie was and finally see the dark blue door, which had a transparent circle in the center that allowed you to look inside the cabin. With a sigh of relief for finally having found the correct location, you extend your right hand to open the door and enter the place, however, before you even enter, you decide to take a peek at the transparent circle, and that's when your world stops.

Wearing a pink mini skirt and a transparent black blouse, Marlena is sat on Billie's lap, apparently watching her do something on the computer.

Everything you ever believed in was shattered in a matter of moments. How could Billie have done this to you? While you were crying and brooding, was she with Marlena?

Tears well up in your eyes and you just can't move.

Suddenly, everything made sense. All the times she stood up for Marlena, all the times she canceled your date night to go out with Marlena, all the times she wouldn't let you take her cell phone. Everything makes sense now.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to go into the studio and break all the equipment. Pull Marlena by the hair and make her regret messing with your girl.

And Billie? You wanted to kill her. You wanted to kill her for deceiving you, you wanted to kill her for making you believe that you were the love of her life, you wanted to kill her for making you fall in love with her.

However, that's not what you do.

With a defeated sigh and stubborn tears that insist on falling from your eyes, you turn around and head towards your home.

On the way, you don't laugh at the bizarre Spider-Man on the subway, you just head towards your house.

When you arrive at your apartment, you realize that every corner of this place is haunted with pieces of Billie, and you decide that maybe it's time to move out.

Laying down on your bed, you snuggle into the comforters and cry for what seems like an eternity, until you hear a very familiar voice call you from the room.

"Hi, love, I'm sorry for everything, can we talk?"

Damn time you gave her the spare keys.

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Hey can you do a chishiya fic where the reader gets drunk and it became chaotic?? And chishiya is just there and 🤦‍♂️. That would be fun. Btw i like the other fic too.

Drunken questions

chishiya x fem!reader

after a few drinks, you finally get the courage to ask something very peculiar to the man who has been occupying your mind for a long time.

author's notes: I had lots of fun writing this, but sorry if this is not what you wanted!! thank you for requesting, and, once again, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! enjoy💓

warnings: drunk!reader and lots of fluff!

I don't know exactly how it happened. The only thing I remember is Kuina giving me some kind of "special drink", which she had made herself, and what was supposed to be one, ended up becoming two, and what was supposed to be two ended up becoming three, and now I've lost count of how many of these drinks I've had.

I was dancing to some bad music that was blaring from the hundreds of speakers on the beach, disturbing those trying to sleep, and I was having the best of the best days.

I've always been a party person; I always liked the energy of the crowd when certain songs came on, and in the real world, my favorite pastime was going to crappy bars that smelled like cheap beer and dancing to even crappier music. Well, at least I was living.

Living. Something I stopped doing the moment I arrived in this hell, but somehow, I felt like now I was living. I think the last time I felt so happy here on the beach was when Chishiya hugged me for the first time. I don't think any drink will be able to overcome the heat of his body close to mine.

The current song - which sounded like some terrible remix of some current pop song - ended, and the next song started, making the crowd scream in euphoria.

Before I can start dancing again, I feel a soft yet strong hand pull me off the dance floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I scream, without even trying to notice who owns the hand, and I try to free myself, but the grip around my arm is too strong.

"You've had enough for today." I heard a monotonous voice speak to me.

Oh, hi Chishiya.

"Hey, you can't pull me like that!" I shout back, as he continues pulling me to a quieter corner of the party.

Even though I'm against the idea, I let him lead me.

"How many drinks did you have? Shit, I told Kuina not to give you those things" he says, placing me in front of him, when he stopped walking and faced me in a random corner of the beach.

"I lost count," I say with a laugh. My words sound slurred, and I assume that, just maybe, I'm a little drunk.

Chishiya rolls his eyes, and I see him run his hands through his blonde hair, a clear sign of irritation.

I admit, it's strange to see the usually unflappable man looking so stressed.

"Come on, let's go to the room," he says, and he grabs my arm again, leading me towards his room.

What's his problem with pulling me?

"Aren't you even going to buy me a drink first?" I say teasingly.

The man doesn't respond at all, but I can see a small hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

The way to the room was complicated. I tripped over my own feet several times and staggered more than what was considered normal for a drunk person, causing Chishiya to have to stop and help me steady myself on the ground more than three times.

Damn, Kuina, what did you put in those drinks?

We arrive at the blonde man's room, and he immediately opens the door sits me on the bed, bends down, and starts taking off my shoes. He takes them off and leaves the pair of sneakers next to the bed.

"Calm down, handsome!" I say this as I feel him get up and start trying to take off the shirt I was wearing over my bikini.

He just gives me a angry look, and finally I let him take off my shirt.

He pushes me by the shoulders, making me lie down on the bed. Once I'm lying down, he covers me with a white blanket that smells like him.

It wasn't like it was the first time I slept in his room. I sleep in his room more than I sleep in mine, to be honest.

My relationship with Chishiya is confusing. We have affection for each other, an affection that is more than just friendly. I know he likes me; he just doesn't know it yet.

But I can feel the love overflowing when he cares about me and when he takes care of me. Exactly like he is doing now.

I can feel the love overflowing the moment that, when I arrive at the beach after yet another cruel game, I feel his arms around my body in a brief but very meaningful hug.

And finally, I can feel the love overflowing when he lets me sleep in his room. Even though he has never slept next to me, because even if I wanted to, I wouldn't dare ask him to sleep with me, I know that he feels something for me.

Maybe because of the drink, or maybe just because I want to, but all I know is that before I can think about my words, they escape my mouth.

"Stay with me?"

He, who was already turning to leave the room, turns back and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Please, say yes.

Without saying anything, he just takes off his sneakers and lies down silently next to me.

We lay there, just staring at the ceiling for a few minutes.

The drink really gave me more courage, because the only thing I know now is that I turned onto my side and laid my head on Chishiya's chest.

I feel his whole body tense, and for a moment I fear I’ve done something wrong.

But, in the next second, his body relaxes, and he brings his right hand up, lightly stroking my head.

My eyes feel increasingly heavy, and I can feel myself drifting into a light, dreamless sleep.

Even though, the next morning, when I wake up with a dull headache and a dry mouth, Chishiya is no longer by my side, I notice that the furniture next to the bed now contains a glass of water and headache medicine. 

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Hey!! Could you do a reader x billie fwb situation where the reader is attached. But, billie doesn't notice it and keeps flirting with everyone ( thats like her personality) .It starts of as angst and it ends with fluff later

Totally fine if not, have a great day/night :) <33

"Fuck you, Billie!"

billie eilish x fem!reader

at a stupid party, an unexpected confession may change everything you've ever believed to know

author's notes: I really like this one! I enjoyed writing it so much and I hope you like it as much as I do; I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted, once again, english is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes! enjoy🩷

warnings: just a bit of cursing, starts of with a bit of angst but ends with fluff!

You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to maintain a friends-with-benefits relationship with Billie. You knew it wouldn't mean you were the only girl she dated, but maybe your subconscious believed there was only one chance she would fall in love with you the same way you fell in love with her.

You don't know exactly how and when it happened, it was as if simply, on a not-so-beautiful day, you woke up completely in love with your childhood best friend.

The moment Billie made you the friends-with-benefits proposal two months ago because she was feeling very lonely and horny - her words -, you knew it wasn't a good idea; and yet, you accepted.

As previously stated, you knew it wouldn't be like in a relationship, but when you were tangled in a warm sheet on a king-size bed, you could even pretend you were something.

Who could you fool? You loved this girl more than anyone could ever love.

And that's how you ended up here, at a party, sitting in a corner while watching the love of your life flirt with dozens of different girls. You didn't know anyone, everyone present at that party was of an unreachable level to you.

Celebrities, famous painters, and even directors of very popular films chatted animatedly while you were just….you, a first-year college student who was the fucking best friend of the biggest celebrity of the moment.

What the fuck am I doing here? You wondered all the time.

No one here was like you, well, except for one person.

And speaking of the devil.....

"What are you doing standing there, little girl? Come, I'll introduce you to my friends" Billie told you, excitedly pulling you by the hand and leading you to the center of the unnecessary big house.

Even with her smile that didn't leave her face, you could sense that something seemed strange.

The brunette practically dragged you around the room, while introducing you to a series of rich and important men, and a lot of pretty girls.

"And that's Ellie!" she finally introduced you to the last girl on her long list of friends.

How the fuck can someone have that many friends?

"Nice to meet you, Ellie" you said with a slight smile on your face, not liking the way Billie was looking at the blonde girl in front of you, seeming like she was going to devour - in the most sexual way possible - her at any moment. Suddenly, that feeling of jealousy you knew so well settled in the back of your stomach. Heavens how you wish she would look at you like that.

Without you even realizing it, the two women in front of you got into a conversation with a lot of flirting, while you stood there and had a bad feeling in your gut.

You realized that maybe it was time to go get some air.

You considered going back to your house, but you came to this party in Billie's car, so the possibility of leaving alone did not exist, since, even if you took a Taxi, you were sure she would find a way to make unnecessary drama if you just left without her.

You walked out the front door of the big house and sat on the cold grass, plucking tufts from the bush with the fingers of your right hand. You breathed and exhaled the way your psychologist had taught you more than three hundred times, but nothing could remove the immense urge to cry you had at that moment.

And when you were about to shed the first tear, you felt the body warmth of the last person you'd like to see right now, sitting next to you.

"Weren't you with that girl, Amelie?" you said to Billie

"Ellie"

"What?"

"Her name is Ellie" the brunette replied in an even lower voice, leaving all her excitement aside.

It doesn't sound like the girl that was happily flirting with other girls just minutes ago, you thought.

In response to Billie, you just let out a little smirk.

"Won't you go back there? It looked like you were having fun" you said and turned your face towards hers, only now noticing how tired her face looked.

"I wasn't having fun. I hate those dumb weird men and those petty girls" she said "The reality is I wanted to try to distract myself, but none of the girls I flirted with all night were you"

"What?"

"I said I wasn't having fun, I hate those-" she started to repeat what she had said earlier, but you interrupted her.

"Yes, I know, I get it" you say now staring at her seriously, while she avoids your gaze "I want you to repeat the last part".

"None of them were you" she whispered, and that's when she finally looked into your eyes and you realize she was holding back tears.

What the fuck is going on? Is this some sort of bad joke?

"You know, I used to think this feeling would pass" she began "I thought if I ignored it, maybe all my love for you would be gone... it didn't happen. So when I realized that pretending you didn't exist wasn't going to work, I asked you to be my friend with benefits, so at least for a few hours, I could pretend we weren't just friends. I thought that the idea of never having you would end up settling in the back of my mind and that it would pass; but, to my not-so-surprise, it seems like every day I fall more in love with you."

When you hear those words, it's almost as if the world has stopped spinning. Everything you've ever wanted is in front of you, and for the first time in your life, you've decided not to be a coward and follow what your heart tells you

I want her.

Before you could even answer the girl sitting next to you, she gets up and starts walking towards the big house.

I can't let the love of my life slip through my fingers, you decided, so you got up and ran a little until you got close to Billie, who was now just a few feet away from the entrance of the house.

"Billie!" you said and she turned around, with tears in her eyes.

"I know you don't feel the same, I'm sorry if I scared you"

"Fuck you, Billie!" you say and she looks at you wide-eyed "It's obvious I'm in love with you too, idiot, I've loved you forever"

And, before she could process what you had said, you throw yourself into her arms and kiss her as if your life depended on it - because it does.

She soon returns the kiss with even more passion. Her lips tasted sweet and she soon asked for passage with her tongue, which you immediately allowed.

To the sadness of both of you, you had to separate to breathe a little, and it was only then that you noticed that some curious eyes stared at you.

Your attention is soon returned to Billie when she hugs you tightly and puts her face on your neck.

In a muffled voice, still keeping her face in the crook of her neck, Billie says:

"You know, there was no need for you to tell me to fuck off"

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if your request is not here, it's because I'm still working on it! as soon as I finish, I'll post it❤️‍🩹

once again, requests are open and are very appreciated<3

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Can I please send a request.....

of course! requests are always open and are very appreciated💞

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I REQUESTED THE BILLIE ASKING R OUT AND I WANNA THANK YOU ITS SO GOOD

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I'm glad you liked it! once again, thanks for requesting and feel free to request again if you want to<3

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✮MASTERLIST✮

Taylor Swift

Chishiya Shuntaro

good night - fluff

drunken questions - fluff

Billie Eilish

a (not so) bad day - fluff

"fuck you, Billie!" - angst/fluff

spare keys - angst

scary - fluff

Alex Turner

Evan Peters

Lee Felix

Hwang Hyunjin

requests are open and are very appreciated♡

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Could you do Billie Eilish asking r out

A (not so) bad day

billie eilish x fem! reader

a day that is supposed to be horrible takes unexpected turns, after you accidentally bump into a certain singer

author's notes: thank you so much for requesting, I really appreciate it! sorry if this is not what you wanted, I really hope you like it though! once again, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, enjoy❤️

warnings: a bit of cursing, but mostly fluff

Chaotic. That was the only way to define today. You know that saying that 'nothing is so bad that it cant get worse'? So, that saying has proven true today.

I woke up 30 minutes late, spilled the coffee in my white clothes, missed the bus, and now I'm here, standing in front of the bland beige door, waiting for my boss to decide to call me to give me some more of his scolding.

Bad luck. That's the only word that can describe my day, or rather, my week.

Everything that could go wrong, did;

I'm in the midst of a series of catastrophic events ranging from the simplest, like knocking my butter breakfast bread to the floor — with the butter-covered part facing down, of course — to the more serious, like being threatened with losing my job by my annoying, weird boss.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I see the door in front of me open and the middle-aged man walk out of the room - which looks more like a chain saddle.

"Well, well, it looks like you've decided to be late again?" the wretch says.

As if I'd choose to miss my bus, spill coffee on my white blouse, and wake up late.

"That way I'll have no option but to fire you," he repeats the same words he's been saying to me for so long.

Son of a bitch.

"Sir, please! I promise it won't happen again, I love my job!" I lied.

"I'm sorry, but you're officially fired," he announces, as if announcing me as an Oscar winner. I take a deep breath, count to a thousand, take another deep breath and, with all the calmness in the world, say: "FUCK YOU!" I throw my badge on the floor, and walk towards the office door, ignoring all the crooked looks directed at me, and leave that musty-smelling place.

I didn't even like it there!

My God, how am I going to pay my bills? Fuck that old cuckold.

Fuck that old-man

Oh my God, I'm going to have to sell my computer.

I hated my. co-workers anyway.

My God, my computer.

All thoughts were running. through my head in a whirlwind when suddenly I bump into someone in front of me and fall to the ground.

THAT'S ALL I NEEDED!

Without even noticing who it was, I quickly stand up muttering something like, 'I'm sorry'; and I offer my hand to the stranger sitting on the floor.

And it is at that moment that, with my hand outstretched, I begin to notice the victim of my lack of attention.

The stranger wore a black blouse with white stripes — or white with black stripes - and black shorts. Her beautiful hair had the roots dyed red, while the rest was dark brown.

I could have sworn I knew her from somewhere.

It's very sudden when I feel her warm touch on my hand - which remained stretched - and I feel the girl partially throw her weight on me to get up.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I should be more careful" she says, with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm the one who apologizes! I've been walking around thinking about nothing and ! ended up bumping into you" I say,

scratching the back of my neck.

"Are you okay? You hit it really hard against the floor" was only when the girl tells me that I notice my throbbing hip.

"I'm great!" I lied knowing full well that the last thing I was in right now was 'great'. "Hm, so, you live here?" the stranger says, acting as if she wants to continue a conversation.

I don't have anything better to do, after all, why not talk?

"No! I live in my house," say, internally cursing myself for the terrible attempt at a joke.

Anyway, she laughed, and I felt my. embarrassment soon go away when I heard the good sound of that laughter.

"Oh got it, you're the funny type, then?"

she asks me, clearly joking.

"That's what they say"

We stare at each other for a while when very quietly, I hear the click of a camera. The girl seems to hear the same thing as I do, when she suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me nto the convenience store next to us.

What the fuck is going on?

She pulls me further into the store and 'hides' behind a food rack.

Holy shit, is she being followed?

My God, could it be that she's a serial killer and I recognized her because of that?

Holy shit, I'm too young to die.

What if...

I am interrupted from my mental breakdown at the sound of his voice.

"Hm, I'm sorry about that. You know how it is, right? Paparazzi are everywhere."

My God, I was right.

She's a serial killer and I'm her next victim. "Are you going to kill me?" my eyes widen as I ask.

"What?" she says to me, visibly confused, "my. name is Billie! I'm a singer."

I let myself take a deep breath when I hear what Billie tells me. Well, at least I won't die today.

"Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you, and I wanted to meet you again" she says, looking deep into my eyes "what do you think about going to a coffee shop with me one of these days?"

Is she asking me out on a date?

"Like a date?"

"Yes!"

"I want to!" I reply promptly, and watch as she rummages through her purse for a pen.

"Here!" She finally finds a blue fine-tipped pen, pulls out my hand, and writes something.

Before I can process what was happening, I feel a small kiss being left on my cheek and watch her walk out of the store with her head down.

When I look into my hand, I read:

"Cafeteria 221B, Baker Street;

03/22, at 9:00 pm.

See ya<3"

Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.

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vc é brasileira? 🥹

sou sim!!

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hi! I'd love to see how you'd write chishiya. :)

If you don't have many ideas--maybe a simple scenario where the reader has night terrors and sleeps better with someone. So, she kinda just knocks on Chishiya's door, fully expecting him to dismiss her but he actually agrees.

If you want to turn it into smut, you do you!

Good night

chishiya x fem!reader

when sleepless nights are more common than usual, a very familiar face helps with the terror that comes when the sun goes down

author's notes: so, this is the very first imagine that l post on tumblr! I'm excited to know what you guys think about it :) thank you so much for requesting, I hope this is what you wanted!!! english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, enjoy❤️‍🩹

warnings: none! just fluff ;)

Sweat dripped from my forehead and I could feel my heart pounding in my ribcage. Tears were forming in my eyes and my breathing was. heavy. The feeling of exhaustion gnawed at me more and more, but now it was impossible to close my eyes and rest again. Ever since I arrived in this place, I have had dreams - or rather, nightmares - every night. At first, I was able to go back to sleep; but the nightmares are getting worse. What was once just a distant image of all the horrors I've experienced here, are now people screaming and running after me.

"Murderer! Murderer!" They scream as they run towards me, with disfigured faces and bloody bodies.

I can't run, it's almost like my feet betray me and refuse to move. I get up from my bed and walk towards the door. I don't have time to think straight when I stand in front of Chishiya's bedroom door; again feeling betrayed by my own feet.

My relationship with Chishiya is complicated, we don't really like each other. It all started with a stupid game, in which only he and I made it out alive. However, what should be a reason for rapprochement, has become a reason for repulsion.

I don't know exactly why, maybe he just didn't really liked me, but I know that since then we've gone into a strange spiral of competition. In which every time I come back from a game he looks at me with that look of superiority that I hate so much, and acts as if the fact that I survived another game was a surprise; obviously, I do the same to him.

I can't quite figure it out, maybe for a subconscious reason, or maybe because he's the only familiar face on the beach, but now I'm knocking on his door.

I regret my decision the moment I put it into action, after all, it was obvious that he would not open the door.

Or maybe he'd even open the door and when he looked at my face, he'd give another one of his smirks and close the door. Or maybe he would even insult me for waking him up in the middle of the night just because I needed comfort. Maybe I should just go back to my room and spend another sleepless night trapped in my own thoughts. I was going back to my room when I hear the door open.

I turn around again and see the blond-haired man's face staring at me intensely, with a questioning look. An awkward silence ensues as I stare at him wide-eyed.

"I-I..." I can't finish my sentence.

Idiot, idiot, idiot! Why the fuck did I think it would be a good idea to show up at the door of the last person who would want to be woken up by me?

"You...?" he says, raising an eyebrow and looking in my direction. His eyes showed no judgment, but rather pure confusion.

"I had a nightmare, and..." onde again, I was not able to finish my sentence "I'll just go back to my room! Sorry if I bothered you!"

I and turn to go to my room again when I feel a warm hand touch my arm.

Something about that simple touch was different, it was almost as if with just one touch, he could soothe all my demons.

"Come in" he says in an indifferent tone, giving me room to enter his room. With a little hesitation I walk towards the room.

The place smelled of cinnamon, with a slight touch of sweetness. It was organized, and somehow I felt that Chishiya's room was a good representation of his personality; cold and not so cozy, but at that moment, that was all I needed.

"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to lie down?" he says, walking over to his king-size bed in the middle of the room. It was only at that moment that I noticed that he wasn't wearing his usual sweatshirt, but just a black t-shirt and sweatpants of the same a color.

I walk towards his bed and sit on the right side, suddenly feeling that my fingers were much more interesting than staring at the piercing brown eyes that were looking at me curiously.

"I don't bite" he says, again in an indifferent tone, and I look in his direction, noticing that he was now lying on his back "you can lie down, you look tired"

So I do as he says and lie on my back as well, staring at the dull white ceiling. The situation should be uncomfortable, and I should be wishing I could get out of here as soon as possible, but instead, I felt comforted by the warmth emanating from the body of the man lying just inches from me, and I wondered how long it had been since I felt such comfort.

"So, nightmares, right?" he asks and turns his head in my direction

"Yes, I guess"

"And may I know why you chose to come here?" he asks me.

His tone was not accusatory, but curious. What am I supposed to answer, anyway? I'm not even sure what I'm doing here.

"I have no idea" I answer honestly, and hear a faint laugh from my side, still refusing to look into his eyes. The room is silent again and I feel him moving on the bed to turn off a simple lamp with yellowish light arranged on the small table next to him, a lamp that I didn't even notice was on.

Now, with the total darkness, I can't help but feel more comfortable, my eyes heavy. It was suddenly, so suddenly that I almost couldn't believe it, that I felt Chisiya's arm go over my shoulders and pulling me slightly closer; Now, my head is millimeters away from his chest, and his arms are clinging to me, with his hand making small circular motions on my forearm. I don't dare say anything, I just let myself relax, snuggle into his embrace and focus on the circular drawings he made with his fingers on my skin, as I feel my eyes close and my body fall into a much-needed sleep.

Maybe it's the only time l've really been able to sleep well since I've been here.

Little did I know, that this was also the only time Chishiya had been able to sleep well since arriving in this hell.

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Hey are you writing billie eilish fic??? :))

yes!

just send me the request and I'll do it ;)

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i lost the question, but someone was asking if i write for aib; and yes, i do!

i'll write for any character, just send me the request and i'll do it<3

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