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⋆ COLD HANDS ノ DAZAI AND CHUUYA! X FEM! READER 𓆩♡𓆪 <𝟑
୨ CW ୧ ― sfw , crack , teasing , established relationship , can't think of anymore ( ・ั﹏・ั)
꒰ fic type. imagines ꒱
. ୨୧ ⁺ req by anon : maybe could I request Chuuya Dazai not together (u don’t have to do it if u don’t want to) Where how they react to reader coming into bed late and putting her FREEZING hands up their shirts to feel their warm body
ℒ. notes ― I FINALLY REWROTE IT!! i hope the anon sees this<3 apologies for being a tad bit dumb LOL mwah!
CHUUYA
you slip into bed, later than you expected but sometimes work forces you to stay crazy hours ― chuuya knows all too well. you try not to make a noise, the squeaking of the bed causes you to cringe but chuuya didn't budge.
you cuddle behind him, letting the blankets fall over your body like a second skin ― your eyes sparkled at the thin shirt he wore. with a sinister smirk, you gently hover your hands over his sides and that's when you shove your hands under his shirt.
chuuya jolts with a shriek, like he's been electrocuted.
"THE HELL―?" his whole body arched away as far as he could the blankets practically go soaring if you weren't holding down most of the weight. you pull him back with a soft smile, pecking his shoulder like you've done nothing wrong.
he grabs your wrists, eyes wide, body turned to you, hair a mess ― he took this personally. "baby, what ― why are you like this?!" he lets out a tired whine, cupping your hand to his cheek.
as he recovered from your attack, he pulls your freezing cold hand to his lips, blowing warm air over your knuckles while mumbling slanders.
"you could have asked me to warm you up, not put me into cardiac arrest."
he pulls you to his chest anyway, despite how cold you were, tucking your hands under his shirt properly warming you up this time, trapping them under his arm.
"there...you're lucky i love you," he spoke, "never do that again...unless you want some payback," he smirked, poking your leg with his cold foot and chuckles at your soft shriek.
he leaned over to kiss your forehead, pretending he's not enjoying this sweet moment with you.
DAZAI
you slip into his futon, the ground was cold ― but the heater in front of the two of you warmed you both up real quick. well, besides your hands.
you bite your lip to muffle your giggles as you ready yourself, your fingers tugging up his shirt and landed on his chest.
he just lets out a strained noise, not too loud but definitely a reaction.
he jolts, the futon skidding left and right as he rockets up to catch your hands, his eyes wide and hair messy ― you burst out in giggles.
his hands grab at your wrists and he pulls your freezing hands out of his shirt, his eyes turn from wide to a playful glare. "oh, seeking warmth?"
your giggles die down for a moment, your hands moving to cup his face but he stops you, leaning back and fell down with a laugh, you following him.
now you were straddling him, fighting for your wrists back but he didn't let you go. "ah ah ah! you asked for this, belladonna~ " he's got a tight grip, his eyes sparkle with tiredness and mischief.
"let me warm you up, nice and toasty, yes?"
with that, he turns you on your side and faces you, shoving your hands into his shirt again and trapped then under his arms.
if you complain he is too warm, for being in front of heater for a longer period then you've been, he'll just laugh ― soft ― shifting you closer you to him.
"oh come on, don't be so dramatic~ i'm your personality heater...with a price."
the price? kisses, and a whole lot of them.
he ends up wrapping every limb around you for the rest of night, waking up all hot but extremely loved.
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Hanahaki disease is a psychosomatic illness. It's a thing that your body does in response to stress over constantly repressing/concealing your feelings in settings with high background magic. It's like you've been ignoring pain for a long time and suddenly your vision starts going dark, because your affected body is just YANKING on random alerts trying to get you to PAY ATTENTION there is a PROBLEM. Yes the flowers do really exist. So do non-magical psychosomatic symptoms. The flowers aren't special.
This does of course open up the trope to options for non-romantic concealed feelings. Which I think is great. There is something viscerally satisfying about the person who seems so outwardly chipper coughing and hacking and spitting up Depression Flowers so now everyone has to know they're hurting. Isn't there?