Thank You So Much, This Was Soooo Cute! Fred And George Are Absolutely Adorable, My Heart Melted Reading

Thank you so much, this was soooo cute! Fred and George are absolutely adorable, my heart melted reading this. I love how supportive you wrote them, all the little details that went into it, it was jzst perfect and fluffy <3

And omg, you want to make it into a full fic??? That's amazing! Could you maybe tag me in it once It's up, so I could read it? ^^

HCs of The Weasley twins and a s/o that selfharms

Hi! I saw your requests are open and I’d like to request headcanons with the Weasley twins (poly please, if that’s alright) with a selfharming s/o? I totally get if you’d be uncomfortable writing that, but I haven’t seen any warnings about this on your guidelines and fandoms post, so I thought I’d give it a try, as these types of fics really help me cope ^^ Thank you so much, I hope you have a good day!

Thank you for requesting from me! Hope you enjoy ;) @marymadly​ (if it’s okay with you, I’d kinda like to make this into a fic!)

I wasn’t exactly sure what sort of hcs you were looking for so I went with what I’d want in a bf when they find out the scars and how I deal with selfharm!

WARNINGS: nothing graphic but I do mention not dealing well with emotions and self harming tendencies 

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First of all, thank you sosososo much for this, you have no idea how much this helps me.

Even though your headcanons are pretty general, they mean very much (I mean, I didn't give any details or anything and you still wrote a heccing great fic)

I would feel soooooo guilty if Mozart would abandon his piano bc of me, oh no 😭 but I totally agree with you on why he'd do it.

Of course Dazai would know how it feels, tbh he is tge one of the suitors I feel closest to, bc he's so chaotic, but at the same time so deeply troubled and that's something I can relate to. However, I don't know really anything about his life or his otome-self for that matter, but it was still beautiful.

Basically, you got all three of them just right, it was very beautiful and I'll definitely come back to this when I feel down. Thank you again, so much!

Hi! I hope you're doing well, I recently found your blog and straight up gobbled up all the Ikevamp content XD. I saw that your askbox is open, do you think I could request headcanons for Shakespeare, Mozart and Dazai with a suicidal reader? I completely understand if you're not comfortable with that, It's just that this year is really hard for me and Ikevamp boys are my coping mechanism. Again, I understand if you don't want to do it. Have a nice day!

Suicidal MC - ikevamp headcanons (Shakespeare, Mozart & Dazai)

TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

This is a pretty sensitive topic for most but I'm willing to write for it in case there's even a slight chance of bringing comfort to people who are in this situation. I wrote everything based on my experience with my best friend, but if there's anything wrongly portrayed please tell me and I will fix it.

Also, if you ever need someone to talk to, know that I'm here whenever you want! I hope you'll be able to get better as soon as possible. Don't worry and take your time!

Shakespeare

When you mention it he turns to stone. He looks at you straight in the eyes and then takes your hands in his. "My dearest, what hath brought thou to form such dreadful thoughts?". In a way he can't understand why you feel that way towards yourself, but if his presence can be of consolation to you then be prepared for him to be glued to your side 24/7, never letting you out of his sight

Will some fresh air help you clear your head? Then he's going to take you into town and show you the most breathtaking locations of 19th century Paris while holding your hand the whole time. Would you perhaps prefer staying inside and rest? He'll gently hold you as he softly converses with you the whole time, his archaic way of speaking giving everything a dream-like vibe and lulling you in a peaceful sleep

You're his muse and he absolutely can't stand seeing your eyes clouded with self-hatred. Sometimes he's a bit at loss and doesn't know what the best course of action is, but if your feelings stem from something someone has said or done to you, William will make sure to take action against this fool who dared hurting you

As a writer he's very good at reading people's feelings, despite being a bit inexperienced when it comes to dealing with his own, but he knows when he's about to step his boundaries and worsen your state. He'd never forgive himself if something were to happen to you so he gives in to your every wish in order to keep you satisfied and happy. Nonetheless he corrects you whenever you speak out of self-deprecation, reminding you how important and perfect you are to him

Everyone is so different there isn't any way of being "right" or "wrong", we're just the way we are. People measure us depending on their own personal standards, and despite Shakespeare trying to be as objective as he can, as a narrator of his own story, he can't help but find you utterly beautiful in every form and moment and he makes sure to remind you of this often

Mozart

At first he can't wrap his head around the thought, but when he catches up, for the first time in his life he's afraid of not being enough. He's always been praised for how good his music was, but he certainly wasn't all that good when it came to words. What if he said the wrong thing at the wrong time? What if he wasn't convincing enough and he couldn't help you feel better about yourself? Words suddenly gain a completely new weight, and he's constantly measuring them on the most sensitive meter his mind can muster

He knows he can be a bit rough around the edges, but he'll abandon his sarcastic facade whenever he's with you. Physical contact will also increase immensely. He'll try to spend as much time as possible with you, neglecting even his piano, to keep an eye on you and to try and work the situation out at the same time. Your life is what's most important to him, to a degree he's willing to forsake everything just so that you could chase those terrible thoughts out your head.

In a way or the other he's always touching you, and you notice he's started smiling more. He thinks that if he showed you a more lighthearted side of him, then maybe you'd unconsciously feel better too. For this reason he also composes cheerful songs especially for bettering your mood, and plays them with you sitting in his lap

When he holds you close, he whispers every little reason he loves you so much as he gently caresses your hair, planting a kiss on top of your head every now and then

"You don't have to do this alone, you know. I'll always be here for you."

Dazai

The moment you tell him, he feels his heart tightening and a seemingly endless moment passes before you actually hear him release the breath he was holding in, a flurry of emotions passing through his golden eyes

Everything you're going through, he's endured it countless times, and he'll use his experience to help you deal with it. He can tell whenever one day is worse or better than the other and he'll act accordingly, changing his words and actions based on how you feel on that specific day. Wordlessly embracing you in his arms or taking you out on a date depending on your mood

If you like drinking then be prepared for having to sober up for some time as Dazai won't let neither you or himself near a drop of alcohol. During his life as a human, he tried multiple times to drown his sorrows in that sweet nectar, but it only made matters worse making him feel even more miserable. If you look closely enough you can see how serious he is about this whole issue under his usual chirping appearance

Despite having been held in many women's embraces, your love is completely different from any other he had ever experienced before. He'd never be able to suggest you a double suicide with him as he's disposed to live for you, by finding strength in your relationship. He wants you to be able to do the same, and he can promise you that even if things seem helpless now, there's going to be better days in the future, because nothing stays the same over time

Chaotic shenanigans

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x MC

Warnings: c h a o s

A/N: What’s this? A Dazai fic that’s NOT angst?? A miracle! I had this idea after this abomination happened on my side blog: post  So enjoy!

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It all started innocently, really

Dazai and Arthur were terrorizing poor apple boy™ in the game room

When a shy knock sounded through the room, followed by your head peeping in

“Ah, hello MC! What brings you here?” Arthur immediately exclaimed

“Uh, well, I’ve just been wondering... If strippers are exotic dancers, are drug dealers exotic pharmacists?”

silence

You looked around the room, not really getting why was everyone so quiet all of a sudden

Arthur looked like he was seriously pondering on the question, while Isaac looked more shocked than anything and Dazai... Were his eyes sparkling??

yes, they were

And can you blame him? That was such a beautiful question! And one look at a confused Arthur and Isaac, whose mind loked like it just broke down, it made him infatuated with you more than ever!

When Arthur finally admitted defeat (Isaac had escaped the room without saying anything, but neither of you really paid attention) and said he didn’t know, but would think about it, you shrugged and went on with your day.

And that’s how Dazai started crushing on you, congrats!

Another time, Arthur had invited you along with Theo for some drinks

You didn’t actually gone out, but rather stole borrowed some alcohol from Comte’s stash and took it to the game room.

Let’s just say, it was a bit strong and incredibly old

So when Dazai popped by to see what’s going on, he saw Arthur and Theo arguing over a game of chess, while you were laying on the sofa in the room.

Noticing the nearly empty bottle of the ancient booze, he smiled to himself and decided to stay.

None of you really minded

When Arthur and Theo finally stopped their bickering, Theo noticed your expression, deep in thought you were

“Oi, hondje, what’s on your mind?” he asked trying to hide his curiosity

At first, you tried to wave him off, saying he wouldn’t want to hear it, but that only made everyone more curious, so when Arthur pressed on with his “Come on, a penny for your thoughts?”, you gave in, while Dazai watched in anticipation

“Okay, so..” you started, trying to gather your thoughts “You can’t tell me- There’s no way there has never gone anything between Comte and Leonardo. No way. Like, have you seen them interact with eachother? I’m sorry, but those two look like they fuck at least once a few months.” you ended your speach.

Needless to say, everyone was shocked by your boldness

After giving it some thought, Theo took a good swig from the bottle, Arthur muttering a quiet “Oh god...” before nearly shouting “What have you done?! Now I’m never gonna be able to get that out of my mind!”

Dazai could just hug you right on the spot

If he wasn’t in love with you before, he sure as hell was now

He’d spent much more time with you, pulling every random thought he could from your brain, more often than not inviting you for a drink or two to help you

The endless possibilities, the long conversations... It truly made him happy, YOU truly made him happy

Yep, he’s not letting you go ;)

If you’re taking requests right now could you do a Sweeney Todd one shot or scenario where his s/o convinces him to give them a haircut? Tysm 🖤

A new haircut

Pairing: Sweeney Todd x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: murderous thoughts (I mean, what did you expect)

A/N: You have no idea how excited I am for this. I hope I did it right and that our dear barber isn’t too ooc. I refered to the reader as they/them (because of how the ask was frazed), if you want me to change it, just say so, I have no problems with that ^ ^

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     It was a silent, cloudy morning in London. The sky was gray, gray like his razors. Sweeney sat on a chair which he put next to the window in his barbershop and polished his beloved helpers, the only reminder of who he used to be. He hated everything. The gray sky, the smoke, the rich and the poor, yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate his razors. Just like he couldn’t bring himself to hate Y/N.

    Sweeney held the razor he just finished polishing against the faint light coming into the room. Gray and glum like the sky above, yet so different. His metal companion shone like a star, a very dangerous one. Their smile shone too, he thought, but it was far from dangerous. Their smile was more...carefree and joyful, sometimes he wondered if they truly were that naïve or if they were lying to themselves, always so happy and bubbly.

    He could never bring himself to ask, seeing their smile was somewhat refreshing from all those indifferent faces he saw every day. That’s why he still kept them around he supposed. Surely there couldn’t be a different reason.

    So engrossed in his thoughts he was that he didn’t hear the familiar footsteps approaching his barbershop, only the sound of knocking, gentle and patient, broke his train of thought. Sweeney looked up from his work and rose to open the door to whoever was on the other side.

    Talk of the devil and he shall appear. Y/N stood outside his barbershop with a smile on their face. With a slight wave they greeted him “Good morning mr. Todd! Can I come in?”

    Sweeney nodded in response to their energetic greeting and stepped aside to let Y/N in. Closing the door he turned to look at them, awaiting the reason for their sudden visit.

    But Y/N was looking out of the window with their back turned to him “It’s a lovely day today, isn’t it?” they muttered absent mindedly, Sweeney had to step closer to hear them. Looking out of the window at the still gray sky from behind their shoulder, he answered truthfully “Not really.”

    His sudden closeness seemed to startle them and Y/N jumped a little. Trying to nervously laugh it off they shrugged “Well, I think yesterday’s rain cleared out the air quite nicely.”

    Sweeney didn’t reply to that, instead he stepped next to them and asked, not particularly fond of small talk “May I know the reason behind your sudden visit?” Y/N stepped back from the window “Well, I was on my way to the market, so I said hi to Nellie and I thought that if I’m already here, why not come and say hi to you as well. It surely must get lonely here.” they said with nonchalance that sounded way too forced.

    Y/N wasn’t one to lie, unlike most people he encountered, why would they lie now? With a deep frown on his face he closed the short distance between the two of them with only a few steps. Looking Y/N deep in the eyes he nothing but hissed “Don’t lie.”

    Worried, Y/N took a step back from him, their demeanor suddenly shy. They sighed and with apologetic eyes said “Forgive me. In my defense, it wasn’t a complete lie! I really was just saying hi to Nellie and...” they seemed to hesitate “I hear so much praise left and right from men who have been to your barbershop, so...I was wondering if you could give me a haircut!” Y/N rushed out the last bit.

    The air grew silent around them and for a moment it looked Sweeney was actually taken aback by the request. Not wanting him to get the wrong idea, Y/N quickly added “Of course, I don’t expect you to do anything for free! I’ll pay you, like any other customer would. I just thought...Well, we’ve known each other for quite some time now and...”

    It was clear to him that Y/N was getting lost in their unnecessary rant. If seeing them in joy was refreshing to Sweeney, seeing them nervous and coy was downright amusing. Although women weren’t his usual customers, seeing as killing a woman was different from killing a man and he had a target after all, not to mention how much they liked to talk, it didn’t mean he could not use his skills on them.

    Pushing lightly on their shoulders, Sweeney directed Y/N into the barber chair. Keeping a neutral expression on his face, like usual, he couldn’t help but feel an odd rush of excitement at seeing them so stiff in a place where he murdered so many men. They weren’t scared of him, he didn’t give them any reason to be...yet. He imagined they were just nervous about the whole thing.

    It turned out Sweeney’s assumptions were correct. He never really agreed to cutting their Y/N hair, what if he was doing it only to shut them up? It wasn’t like they would ask him about it and he wouldn’t tell them by himself, it would be best to just enjoy it, Y/N decided.

    Not sure where to look, Y/N decided to close their eyes and concentrate on the feeling. First the feeling of a soft plaid being draped over them and the slight cold feeling of it, like walking through a foggy street. Then Sweeney tipped the chair backwards, the sudden movement startling poor Y/N, before they relaxed again. He supported their head on one of his hands, while he pulled their hair from under them and over the chair with his other, then gently placing Y/N’s head back. And then it was just scissors and the occasional tug of a hairbrush.

    Now that Sweeney was this close to Y/N, he noticed certain things about them. For example, how soft their hair felt or how they relaxed in the barber chair completely over time. Something about seeing them in such a relaxed state made him relaxed too and if his movements were even a little stiff, now they were completely fluent.

    Sometimes he had to catch some loose strands of hair and so accidentally brush his hands over Y/N’s exposed neck. Just looking at it, craned into his touch, felt so enticing. How easy would it be to plunge those scissors into the soft flesh, see the blood gush out, and their wide eyes and helpless gasps leaving their mouth until it would fill with the red essence to the brim.

    It would all look lovely, but there wasn’t the satisfaction he felt while envisioning killing his other customers or the judge himself. The death of Y/N would be just a mess, without a reason, without passion and if he’d kill just for his belief that all people deserve to die, he wouldn’t be any better than any drunken aggressor. He was better than that.

    Y/N wasn’t sure if they dosed off, but when Sweeney’s touch disappeared, taking the snipping of scissors with it, it felt like rising from a dream. They opened their eyes just as Sweeney pulled the plaid from their frame and proceeded to straighten the chair once more.

    Y/N stood up and smoothed down their clothes. Clearing their throat, they asked “So, how much do I owe you?” Without actually looking at them, Sweeney made his way around them to put his tools on a table at the wall behind the barber chair “It’s nothing. I just trimmed your hair, since you never told me what you wanted me to do.” Y/N had to admit that they kind of got lost in the moment.

    Deciding on a rather bold decision, they approached him and placed a quick peck on the barber’s cheek “Thank you mr. Todd!” they said with their usual cheerful attitude and made a beeline towards the door, fearing that if they stayed just a while longer, he’d throw a razor at them or something, judging by the expression on his face.

    Minutes went by and Sweeney still stared at the door, unblinking, unmoving. He didn’t know how to feel about the payment he received, but the new sides he got to see of Y/N were definitely enough for him to keep around. Seeing them so nervous was definitely amusing, to say the least.

Hey, Sweeney Todd requester here!! Thank you so much for writing my suggestion, it turned out great and I really enjoyed it!!

Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! I haven't seen the movie in a long time, so I was worried I'd write him out of character and I'm super relieved you liked it! Your request inspired me so much, don't be shy to request something again if you'd like!