#hes so cute and adorable and i just wanna squish him until he starts stabbing me w a knife

[orangeheliophile]

Is my love enough?...

Cw: some cursing, fem!Atreides reader, arranged marriage, one-sided love, angst, bittersweet fluff, Feyd is head over heels for you.

Feyd has always hated physical touch. The kind of intimacy that one would share with their lovers. He felt himself shiver in disgust at the thought of being emotionally intimate with anyone or anything, really.

He never allowed his harpies/concubines to caress him in a soft and domestic way. It made his stomach churn, and he always threatened to slit their throats if their hands lingered for even a second too long.

He never wanted to be hugged by his brother and certainly didn't want any sort of touch coming from his uncle.

Sure, he would play with the slave warriors in the arena, and he let the servants apply paint onto his skin before every match. But he didn't tolerate any of that romantic intimacy.

Feyd-Rautha did not need to be vulnerable with anybody.

That was, until he met you; his arranged wife and daughter of Leto Atreides. You completely fucking bewitched him.

You were the sweetest thing he's ever met. Shy, a bit awkward and with a kindness he's never seen on other people. But you were not a delicate flower. You've been through many things. You were fierce when you wanted to be, yet decided to stay kind.

You had a weirdness to you that you only ever expressed when you were with your family; a weirdness that only ever came out with the people you trust and love. He was, unfortunately, not one of those people.

He only saw glimpses of your personalities, a small crack of light in the many walls you've built to protect yourself. He never knew that he would soon be the one to desperately want to see you. The real, true, and beautiful version of you and not just the quiet, nervous, and grieving version that is shown in the Harkonnen palace.

It made his heart squeeze, and his stomach churn. He absolutely loathed the thought of you being terrified and depressed. Yet it made his heart and stomach drop at the thought of himself being the cause of your miseries.

Yet the tension was still strong between you, and you didn't dare speak a word in fear of upsetting your arranged husband.

Of course, being arranged husband and wife, you had to display little acts of affection to prove that your marriage wasn't weak or easily broken. From time to time, you would hesitantly squeeze his hand and place a small, shaky kiss on his cheek; hoping this would satisfy the public and wouldn't make your arranged husband want to slit your throat.

Feyd-Rautha never thought he would completely melt to such small acts of affection.

Every small kiss, hand brushed against yours, every moment where you would lock eyes-Feyd could feel his heart beating a little faster as his lips would part in a silent hitch of his breath.

Over time, he believed he wouldn't be able to take it anymore; Feyd needed to experience the soft, sweet touch of your hand caressing his face, the honey-like taste of your lips against his and the warmth of your body tangled in his own-

And it wasn't just the physical touch, either. He longed to have silly conversations with you and to hear the music of your laughter dancing like a melody in his ears. He wanted to see your bright, warm smile shining when you saw him; he wanted to learn every habit and detail you had and write gospels about it and put them into the Harkonnen history and culture.

He fucking hated the fact that you both slept in separate bedrooms. The only reason he allowed it was because he valued your privacy; but that didn't mean he wanted to break through those doors and hold you in his embrace until he couldn't anymore.

You were the only thing that would plague his mind every second of the day and entirety of the night. He only cared about you; you and you only.

Feyd-Rautha would dream of you, dreams that would feel that they could make ones heart burst with light and love. He soon dedicated every kill to you; a promise that he would return to you safe and whole no matter if he fought a slave warrior or a soldier.

You were praised and worshiped without even knowing it.

You had him completely wrapped around your beautiful finger, yet it was almost laughable of how you didn't seem to notice-or care, in fact.

You still feared the Harkonnens, even your betrothed husband. And you had every right to, Feyd was not delusional. Yet, that didn't mean he didn't feel his heart being stabbed every time you scurried in the opposite direction whenever you caught a glimpse of him.

Feyd-Rautha believed he was falling completely in love with you, everything about you. Soul, body, mind, and all. He would kill for you. He would kill himself if he even thought of laying a finger on you. Yet you still feared him and were too deep into your sorrows to realize this.

But that was alright, he didn't mind waiting. Even if his mind and heart were practically screaming at him to tell you what he truly felt about you, but sadly, he would have to wait. He hated waiting.

But for you? He would wait an eternity. He would wait and count all the stars and the planets as his love grew for you every moment of the day and night. So that when you finally opened your heart, he could overwhelm you with the infinite love he had for you.

Perhaps Feyd-Rautha's love for you would be enough for the both of you. And that would be alright.

Every waking moment, he feels like he will die if you do not tell him you love him back.

[drangues]

I can imagine how bad it was, trust me, I live in this hell hole. Anyways, Dazai is absolutely CEO material and Mori is,,, Fitting, for a Shady Businessman. He has that vibe, which I guess makes sense since he’s a mafia boss? But YES I love tiny characters, it’s just very cute??? And fairies are adorable too, I have a weakness for small things. Like Kunikida probably does, even if he won’t admit it. (Nyanon, 1/5)

Though he does have to admit that being Worried about a coworker making Atsushi go Squish is a bit too much stress, so he’ll have to deal with the short period of time he has to get an Excuse to pull out the tiny workplace. But moving on LUCY AND ATSUSHI ARE GREAT AND IM ETERNALLY MAD WE DONT GET MORE INTERACTIONS WITH THEM, I wanna see them dorking off togetherrr- And just bonding in general, there’s potential there! It needs using!!! But yeah, she would be. SO MAD. (Nyanon, 2/5)

That the ADA pulled that, even if it was unintentional, and Lucy is definitely the sort who is Always ready to fight, so SHES gonna wanna meet them in the Denny’s parking lot at three am, even if Atsushi says it isn’t a big deal (two be honest these two WILL go feral for each other, not in a romantic way but both of them will brush off being stabbed unless you also stab the other and it’s great, do you know what I mean). I’m torn on what comfort food they’d make though? (Nyanon, 3/5)

I mean, ochazuke. Obviously- But what’s Lucy’s favorite food? Does she have one??? Hm... Well, either way, I bet she makes cute latte art on coffee for them! They probably curl up in a pile of blankets and pillows and stuffed animals and cuddle. Listen if I have to experience the Feelings, so! Do! You!!! That aside, onto another Dazatsu Concept- Which might also be an AU, I guess: So, I’ve gone down the hole of yanderes! (Nyanon, 4/5)

And that made me think of when there was discussion of Dazai taming his own Yandere tendencies, which gave me an idea- What if a self aware, Yandere Dazai had to protect Atsushi from another Yandere character, who had no qualms with doing whatever they felt necessary to get Atsushi? I feel there would be much shenaniganry with Dazai having to play keep away, both darker and funnier. (Nyanon, 5/5)

tbh i would love to have an au where mori is dazais dad and is actually a very caring dad buT THATS JUST ME WANTING EVERYONE IN A SHOW BEING A NICE PERSON AWOWHEJKLSDs

IM ALSO MAD ATSUSHI AND LUCY DONT GET INTERACTIONS TOO LIKE PLS IM BEGGING I WANNA SEE MORE </3 theyre just THAT good and protective of each other and about lucy’s favourite food. Hm . godamn. i read about the real life author a bit and she loves nature so i think lucy would love to just. eat a whole platter of fruit if that makes sense?? i think her love language is cutting up fruit and atsushi cuts up all the fruits she wants when shes in a bad mood UGH (and yes i am well aware, i also feel the same, if i have to experience feelings so do YOUUU)

G O D YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT IDEA OF YANDERE DAZAI IT JUST. WOW <3333 ITS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER

but hmmm if he meets with another yandere that cant control themselves what would he do?? i feel like dazai would DEFINITELY at first run a background check on the person, look for where they live, their social medias, and observe the person. at first atsushi wont notice that something is off with the person until he starts getting uncomfortable (but cant say anything cus he keeps brushing it off)

and dazai is the one to tell him that the person is being creepy which atsushi then agrees a bit and dazai just thinks “two can play this game” . i feel like there would be a scene where dazai literally stalks the yandere and meets them one on one to give them a fair warning

[yellowsugarwords]

Good Golly, I made a list of requests and I meant to send it and space it out for you, but then I completely forgot about it until now! Mitch x Reader headcanon while also being Willy's sister, please?

okay shut up this is so cute

“Come on Willy,” Y/N sighed. “Everyone’s ready.”

Willy groaned impatiently.

He had been learning how to pay war, the card game, from Louis.

Louis chuckled and escorted the boy.

He pouted the whole way.

“Come on, Willy.” Mitch said. “You can sit next to me. We’ll have fun.”

Willy beamed.

Mitch smirked.

Willy obeyed immediately.

He sat down and ate all of his food.

All while tossing peas at Violet and confusing Tenn with fake bird calls.

It was classic.

Willy and Mitch had a bond like nobody else.

Not even Willy and Y/N.

His sibling.

“Thanks for helping out with Willy today,” Y/N sighed.

Mitch shrugged. “I don’t mind it. I love the kid.”

Y/N smiled sweetly.

Mitch felt warm at the sight.

They parted ways for bed.

Mitch rarely smiled.

Only ever really to Willy.

And it was more so him smirking rather than an expression of joy.

Y/N hadn’t expected him to smile back.

Willy always needed to stay back when Y/N went hunting.

“It’s unsafe,” they’d safe. “You need to man the fort.”

Willy always hated that phrase.

Mitch would always suggest something ‘fun’ for them to do.

Like poking trapped walkers.

Or shaking the trees for branches.

Or squishing fertilizer for the greenhouse.

Then, Willy never minded staying back.

He enjoyed it.

The way Willy looked up to Y/N was adorable.

Literally and metaphorically.

He looked at Y/N like they were all he had.

And he dreamed of becoming like them.

“You’re already like them,” Mitch said one night.

He was on watch duty and Willy had joined him.

“I am?” Willy gawked.

Mitch chuckled. “I promise,” he said.

The look of joy and excitement on Willy’s face caused him to smile.

A real one.

“I can take Willy fishing today.”

Y/N tensed and turned to Mitch. “Seriously?”

Mitch shrugged. “He’s a smart kid. I’ll take him with me and Violet.”

Y/N hesitated.

And looked at Willy across the lawn.

Spotting the quiver in their gaze, Mitch reached out.

Set a hand on their shoulder.

“I’ll take good care of him.” He said. “I won’t let anything happen to him.”

Y/N knew he wouldn’t.

Mitch loved him almost as much as Y/N did.

Willy helped catch a fish.

And kill it.

And he was crazy excited.

He couldn’t wait to show Y/N.

When they got back, Y/N was talking with Clementine.

They were smiling.

Laughing.

Happy.

When Mitch and Willy trotted forward, Y/N’s gaze shifted.

Landed on Willy awestruck.

Then shifted to Mitch.

Their smile was different.

It wasn’t the same smile as the one they’d given Clem.

It was warmer.

Softer.

It felt like sunlight.

The one to Clementine didn’t feel like that.

Mitch was supervisor Willy as he played with Tenn and AJ.

They were on Ericson’s front lawn.

He offered while Y/N and Clementine did dishes.

Y/N emerged first and took a seat beside him.

Mitch cast a side glance.

“Thank you for doing this,”

Mitch smirked. “I love the kid.”

Y/N hummed. “I know.”

They felt Mitch’s gaze on them.

They didn’t shift.

After sending Willy to bed, Y/N came back outside.

And spotted Mitch going to his watch tower post.

Y/N climbed up to join him.

Normally, he would kick a person off.

But he liked Y/N’s company.

So he didn’t.

“I really do need to thank you.” Y/N said.

Mitch raised a brow.

“For Willy. For being there for him.” They shrugged. “In the ways I can’t.”

“How’s that?”

Y/N leaned against the banister. “In guy ways”.

Mitch stood upright. “What do you mean?”

Y/N shrugged. “You treat him like an equal. You hunt, and haul, and play games—“

“You do that too.” He cut off.

Y/N smirked. “With me it’s different.”

“How?”

“I’m his sibling,” they said, turning to look at him. “You’re his role model.”

Willy meant everything to Y/N.

He was their reason for being.

He just wanted people to make him happy.

To make him feel like he mattered.

Mitch scoffed.

Daringly, Y/N looked his way.

“I think you’re confused,” he said. “/You’re/ his role model.”

Y/N’s gaze softened.

“I see the way he looks at you,”  Mitch said with a smile.

A real one. A soft one.

A unique one just for Y/N.

Mitch chuckled. “You’re his role model. I know that for certain.”

It was the sweetest thing he could have said.

And Y/N knew that he knew that.

Mitch did.

It was why he said it.

He knew Willy loved him.

He never doubted it.

If Y/N doubted it, that’s what he needed to fix.

Mitch smiled at Y/N every morning after that.

It was a different smile.

One that made Y/N feel differently than they did with everyone else.

“Wanna come hunting?” Y/N asked.

Willy beamed at the question.

Mitch was right, he was equipped for it.

There was no reason that he couldn’t come along.

“Hey Mitch,” Y/N called.

Mitch, killing time on the front steps, glanced up.

“Wanna come?”

Mitch smirked.

Then smiled.

“Oh hell yeah,”

They were a team.

All connected by Willy.

And they all knew it.

There was a rustling in the brush.

Mitch tensed.

He jetted his arm out in front of Y/N.

And brushed them behind him.

“Mitch?”

“Stay behind me,” Mitch hushed.

Y/N listened.

They trusted Mitch with everything.

A walker leapt out of a bush.

Legless.

Wailing as it started for them.

Willy jumped.

Y/N gripped him.

Mitch leapt for it.

Subdued it.

Stabbed it.

He pulled away, starting back for the two of them.

It latched onto his ankle.

Wailing louder.

They all jumped.

Y/N gasped.

Leaping forward.

Stabbing it harder.

Watching it go limp.

They offered a shaky sigh.

And turned to Mitch.

He shook the clutched palm off of his ankle.

And heaved.

“Let’s head back, yeah?” He said.

They all agreed.

Willy started ahead of them.

Wanting to lead the way.

Keep watch.

Y/N turned to Mitch before they got far and clutched him.

Hugged him.

Tightly and desperately.

Like they needed him.

Mitch hugged back.

No question.

They pulled apart.

And their gazes met.

And wavered against each other’s.

And then turned back to following Willy.

Just before they hit the gate, Mitch’s hand slipped into Y/N’s.

His fingers laced with theirs.

His palm clasped theirs.

And Y/N’s breath hitched.

But they squeezed tighter.

When they reached the gates, Willy opened.

And Y/N and Mitch stared at each other.

Clinging to each other on sights alone.

On words alone.

On hope alone.

And then went in.

Mitch walked Y/N and Willy to their room.

He tucked Willy in.

Waited until he was asleep.

And sat beside Y/N as they waited.

He held their hand again.

And Y/N smiled.

And hummed.

And let him.

Leading him out, Mitch wrapped them in an embrace.

A switch from last time.

And Y/N clung to him.

“See you tomorrow?” They whispered.

Mitch smiled into their hair. “Definitely.”

Y/N woke up to Willy gone.

Going outside, he was sitting with Mitch.

Mitch already had given him breakfast.

And an extra bowl was sitting, waiting for Y/N.

Y/N beamed their special smile.

Mitch gave his back.

Mitch was sitting on the grass with Willy when he gasped.

“Oh!” Willy said. “I almost forgot,”

He reached into his pocket and tugged out some dandelions.

He handed them to Mitch. “From Y/N.” He beamed.

Mitch’s ears grew hot.

And he thanked God Willy didn’t notice.

He kept one in his pocket.

The rest by his bedside.

Always.

They became a little family.

They did everything together.

Hunting, fishing, eating.

Every night they went on a walk around the perimeter.

Willy holding both Y/N and Mitch’s hands.

With Y/N and Mitch beaming the whole time.

Mitch always stopped by to help tuck Willy in at night.

And the two sat, hand in hand, until he dreamed.

Letting him out, Mitch always kissed their cheek.

Or Y/N kissed their forehead.

Or they’d kiss hands.

One night, Y/N clicked the door shut behind them.

And Mitch pressed a kiss to their cheek.

And Y/N hesitated, starting at him as he began backing away.

So he slowed.

And didn’t back away.

And hesitated close to their face.

Y/N closed the gaps.

Their lips pulled to his.

Their hands clinging to his jacket.

His hands cupping their neck.

Holding them close.

They snapped away, both breathless.

Their hands didn’t move.

They just stared.

And Mitch smiled.

And then Y/N did.

And they crashed together once more.

And again. And again.

Never growing tired of the feeling.