#onehellofashadynerd

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request anyone in the Phantomhive manor with an s/o who’s a singer at a fairly nice establishment who specializes in jazz and blues? Bonus if s/o has a sultry voice.

aaaaaaaaa~

God, but he could listen to them singin’ forever. Their voice makes him feel like he’s right there in a crowd, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand and just relaxing after a long day. That feeling is hard for him to come by these days, so it’s one more thing he can say he loves about them. It’s funny sometimes, because although he doesn’t think he has a great voice, he’ll often join in singing with them around the house if he knows the song. It’s a great way to bond, and… well, if he gets to wrap his arms around them and slow dance a bit, what’s wrong with that?

Yes, well, it’s… it’s not bad, he supposes. As someone who’s used to the finer things, he’s seen his share of high-end places which feature musical acts. He’s used to listening to crooners and songs which are meant to be calming or commiserating. So he brushes it off, at first; the truth is, he thinks his S/O’s voice is something special. It has an inherently soothing quality he hasn’t found in anyone else’s. Perhaps it’s because this is his partner, rather than a random singer he doesn’t know. While he doesn’t show it much outwardly, if they pay attention, they can notice the way his tension melts while he’s listening to them.

Oh… their voice is so beautiful… he’s surprised the flowers don’t all sprout up just so they can hear better! His enthusiasm isn’t masked at all, and when (Name) starts to sing, his face lights up. It feels like a treat to him, like some part of his old faraway dreams has finally snapped into place. If they decide to join him in the garden, that’s even better. However, if they want to be inside, he will still happily curl up on their lap and listen to them sing. It could be that he didn’t understand the words, and that wouldn’t stop him from very likely falling asleep to their singing.

Ah, they’ve got such a lovely talent, they do! Did they train a long time to sound that way, or is it completely natural? Either way she’s most assuredly head over heels, dreaming about what it must be like to listen to them at a club like that. Certainly she’ll never get to go somewhere so classy, but she almost doesn’t care since she gets this side of them instead. She daydreams about their voice, and gets easily distracted if she hears them singing around the manor. They better not sweep her up in a dance while they sing… she’ll lose herself entirely!

Well, certainly it’s not quite demon music. That said, this style paired with his darling’s voice… it has its own charm. He’s spellbound by it, as he is with most human things, although he takes care not to be obvious about that, especially in public. He’s rather sneaky in that he’ll find an excuse for a case that he and Ciel must visit the club his S/O performs at. This way he gets to see them showcasing their skills naturally. Of course, whilst at home and listening to them… he’s clearly more at peace than he usually is. What can he say? They’re captivating.

(How relaxing…) You said it, Emily. (How lucky you are, Snake! Most people pay money to listen to [Name] sing, but they do it for you because they love you.) That’s right… isn’t it? He’s stunned into silence every time his S/O starts singing, because he’s never been allowed to witness gorgeous things like that. This is quite possibly the most wonderful voice he’s ever heard, and he can’t bring himself to just not pay attention to them. If they’ll let him, he’d love to pass evenings by resting his head on their chest, listening to and feeling them sing. He feels safe wrapped up inside their voice.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Bard #Ciel #Finny #Mey Rin #Sebastian #Snake #reaction #romantic #fluff #domestic #one hell of a queue

[abstract-crossverse]

Hi! I just saw your requests are open. Are you comfortable writing for a hypermobile reader? I’m hypermobile irl and I know not everyone does.

I had to look up what hypermobility was, I did get the jist of it! And if I get a request for a hypermobile reader I'll look up more info

So yea I guess Im comfortable writing hypermobile readers, I just cant guarantee I'll get what its like 100% since Im not hypermobile and as far as I know- idk anyone who is so I have no sense of how its like irl. But I'll do my best!!

#masktalks #onehellofashadynerd #ask

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

req'd by @onehellofashadynerd

~Alyssa Edwards

text: What the fuck is going on in here on this day?

#calligraphy #shitpost #theshitpostcalligrapher

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; poly! joker & dagger

requested by ; onehellofashadynerd (29/10/22)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | arc antagonists

character(s) ; dagger, joker

outline ; “Can I request a poly thing with Joker and Dagger from Black Butler? Maybe a soft drabble or something else if you prefer?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

these boys love you so very much, which means that they’re both intensely protective over you

dagger is much more blatant about it, actively threatening and fighting anyone who besmirches your honour or otherwise insults you

joker, meanwhile, is more subtle and will focus on subtle threats and conflict deescalation whilst removing you from the situation

they both keep you away from the darker side of their business and excuse their late night absences as being down to last minute practise and joker being anal (which he’s willing to take the insult for if it means keeping you safe)

they both love spoiling you but they rarely have the means to do so — which makes the occasions where they have the funds to do so that much more special and romantic

you always have clothes that fit comfortably and don’t have any holes in them (a luxury for the circus)

you always have access to the products you need to protect your skin and hair

you always have the most comfortable blankets and pillows

and sometimes they can scrounge the funds together to get you a book — they’re both illiterate due to their upbringing so they rely on you to read to them, which is a very intimate thing for you all

joker’s tent has the most space in it as he doesn’t need as much equipment for his act, so that’s where you’ll push all your cots together when you’re feeling especially clingy

joker calls you ‘darlin’ and dagger calls you ‘my lady/my lord/my dear’

they’re both casually affectionate people, but dagger is much more likely to be flustered if you initiate pda (you and joker take full advantage of this fact to quieten him down when he’s being aggressive)

you help the boys out with their makeup and keep on top of dagger’s hair dye situation so he doesn’t end up covering himself in it (again)

whenever you get sick these two turn into the ultimate mother hens — dagger is constantly fretting over you and going into hysterics about how you don’t deserve this and he’d help you if he could, whilst joker is calmly fetching warm soups from the canteen tent and sending other members of the circus out to get medicine

joker is a big spoon type of hugger, the sort that will just envelop you and kiss the top of your head

dagger is a koala who likes to snuggle up into your stomach and wrap his arms around your waist

this means that if you’re cuddling both at the same time then you’re most definitely going to end up overheating (unless it’s winter at which point you’ll welcome the affection)

you’re the only one who gets to call them by their real names — and even then only in private when you need to ground them

dates usually consist of you sitting in bed and reading them a few chapters of the latest book they bought you — but on occasion you do manage to sneak out between practice to go on a walk in the nearest lot of fields (always with some food the three of you managed to pocket throughout the day)

dagger has lost his prosthetic on several occasions from just tossing it aside when he’s exhausted, which makes for an interesting early morning scavenger hunt whilst your poor boyfriend is left stranded on the bed — because, of course, he left his crutches back in his tent as he didn’t anticipate lobbing is leg away like a scalding pot whilst half asleep

joker suffers from pretty extreme panic attacks as he’s the one who’s seen the worst of father’s activities — he also tends to have horrid night terrors and has woken up screaming before

you and dagger are the only ones who can ground him and help him come back to reality, but even then it’s difficult for you both as you have to content with your usually calm and chipper boyfriend being reduced to a whimpering, sobbing shell of himself

to conclude: you love your boys and they love you dearly and they’d do anything for you — even if it meant lying to your face

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #poly x reader #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler joker x reader #black butler dagger x reader #dagger x reader #dagger x reader x joker #black butler dagger fluff #black butler joker fluff

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I'm going to do something...

@onehellofashadynerd @annoyinglyshinycherryblossom and all y'all simpers or lovers of the Black Butler boys, if you had a chance to write letters to them, send them

Fill my inbox with as much stuff you have for them, unfiltered and proud, anons are allowed too!

The tags can go up to 30 but that doesn't mean it's the limit! I'll count every fan letter per gent and you'll get their reactions!

Notes:

Grelle is female here

Women would get their own someday

Ships are allowed if mentioned

As much as I said it's fine unfiltered, with those who are under 17 please don't go crazy with it

#black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #alois trancy #claude faustus #ash landers #black butler finny #black butler baldroy #black butler snake #black butler joker #black butler dagger #black butler peter #black butler jumbo #black butler wolfram #agni #william t spears #ronald knox #undertaker #edgar redmond #lawrence bluewer #gregory violet #herman greenhill #charles phipps #charles grey #edward midford #joanne harcourt #black butler clayton #black butler cheslock #soma asman kadar #black butler lau

[blue-sterling0357]

Found a new picrew and fell in love with it!!!! So let's a have a little tag with it, shall we?

Meet Eleanor Michaelis, Sebastian's younger sister!!!

@onehellofashadynerd, @haroksan, @emmy-renee

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Out of curiosity, how would the Noah’s Ark Circus boys be with a fem opera singer s/o?

babies, all of em <3

Lord, she can hit notes he’s never even conceived of! He’s always in awe while she’s singing; all anyone needs to do to confirm it is to look at him. As long as his S/O has her mouth open and some tune coming out of it, his eyes are glued to her, and he’s got a dreamy expression on his face. He thinks of her as sort of… fancy and unattainable. Except, well, obviously that’s a lie, because he’s got her. It’s always a shift to him, the way he can go from thinking of her that way, to lying in her lap at night while she sings to him. She’s not some held-up ideal or just an idea or a person he can never have, she’s a dream come true. Listening to her sing makes him drift off, although he teases her, “Why are y’ try’na make me fall asleep? Any dream I ‘ave ain’t gonna ‘old a candle t’ y’.”

Well, well, look at this! Another natural entertainer just like him, so it’s no surprise they get on so grandly. Does she want to use that talent of hers in a show with the circus from time to time? He’d love it; someone as incredible as her would draw a big crowd. Of course, that’s not all he’s thinking about. He could listen to her singing all day. Even if she sings in other languages, foreign operas that he’s never heard of, even if he doesn’t know what the song is about, just her voice on its own is something to be praised. Sometimes he likes to sing with her, if he starts a song and she continues it. He’s far from a bad singer, but a professional like her blows him away. Her voice is a gift, and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve it… he’s just lucky he has it. Often, one might notice him closing his eyes to soak it in whenever she sings. It’s one of the few times he actually relaxes a bit.

Ah… well… she could be with anyone, couldn’t she? A skill like that… he’s especially appreciative of it, because music is something he’s passionate about even if he doesn’t always show it. To him this is the equivalent of dating a famous actress, and he doesn’t feel good enough for someone like her. Though, that’s not to say he looks down on himself or thinks she’s ‘better’ than he is. It’s just… it’s complicated. He still loves her, so much, and is trying to work through his feelings about it. Mostly, he just quietly admires her. Particularly whenever she’s singing. The first time he starts to play his harmonica as a background for whatever she’s singing, he does it shyly. When her eyes light up and she seems to enjoy that, however, he does it a lot less self-consciously every time after. She’s his perfect partner; he couldn’t have someone he loved more if he’d handmade them himself. Once in a rare, rare while, in private… he might actually sing with her.

Damn, how long did she train to be able to sing like that? Probably longer than he had to train to be able to do the trapeze! Or maybe not. Who knows? The king of overcompensating as usual, he sometimes brushes off her singing as something she’s spent too long on, even though he knows it’s literally her career. He realizes it might come across as hurtful, but it’s like he can’t shut his own rude comments up. It’s almost sad, because that’s not something he believes. He doesn’t think she’s ‘thrown away her life’ or spent too much time singing. He’s just… intimidated. He doesn’t think of himself as special compared to her, and thinks if he can scoff at her talent, she might appreciate his. Of course, what he fails to realize is that she probably already does appreciate his talent. In more peaceful moments, he might offer some small apologies and make it clear that he thinks her voice is amazing.

(Oooh. She has as much control over her voice as you do over yours, Snake.) Most certainly, Donne. Perhaps even more so. She’s impressive. He’s even more intimidated of his S/O than Peter is in the same situation, because of his self-worth being basically nonexistent. How can someone like her want to be with someone like him…? A part of him acknowledges that they’re similar in some way, and perhaps it’s because he knows all the effort and technique that’s required to manipulate one’s voice — whether through singing the way she does or through the acting he does. He and the snakes are all thoroughly soothed by her singing, to the point that sometimes the snakes will crawl up to rest on her throat (if that doesn’t bother her) to feel the vibrations better. There are moments, where he feels very selfish, where he lays his head on her chest and asks softly, “Would you sing me something?” Though… he typically makes an excuse that it’s a snake who wants to hear. That’s nothing new.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Dagger #Joker #Jumbo #Peter #Snake #reaction #romantic #fluff #drama #domestic #my babies........... let me hold them gently....................... #... and sing to them in my terrible non operatic voice XDD #one hell of a queue

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Can I request "I can't stop thinking about you" or "last night was incredible" for Peter? Your Peter content always makes my morning/afternoon/evening/night.

aaaaaa you're so kind ;w; thank you so much!

I love my short king <3

things that you want to hear.

This is the fifth time this week you’ve been back to the circus.

You can’t help yourself, because you feel like you’ve begun to fall for one of the trapeze artists. He occupies your every other thought even when there are other things you should be thinking about.

He’s the most fascinating person you’ve come across since you can’t remember when. This short man with youthful features, who is undoubtedly an adult. You’ve never seen a child carry themself the way he does. He’s got short blonde hair, slate-blue eyes, and something about him has just made you weak.

The rest of the troupe must know about your infatuation. Several of them have made comments about seeing you, particularly the ringleader who seems to wonder what in the world their show has to offer ‘someone like you’. (One of the nobility, you’re sure he means. It stuns people when one of London’s aristocracy is overly and genuinely interested in affairs like this commoners’ circus.)

A woman of the same stature as the object of your affections introduced herself and the man, who’s apparently her brother… except you haven’t actually spoken to him yet. She just gave you their names before suggesting, several times, that you might want to talk to him.

Today, at least, you’re trying. You’ve come closer than before, lingering by where he’s perched atop a crate, eating half an apple. It looks like his eyes are unfocused, drifting off wherever, and suddenly ― as if sensing that you’re watching him ― he snaps his gaze over to you.

His eyes are withering. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, unless he’s hoping his eyes turn to daggers and strike you dead. At last, he scoffs. “The ‘ell are y’ gawkin’ at? I ain’t some freak show. Ain’t y’ been ‘ere enough times that a li’l man don’t shock y’ no more?”

… Oh, dear. He’s noticed that you’ve been to the circus a lot. Not just a lot, every night this week that they’ve put on a show. And two afternoons.

You suppose, in hindsight, that you could have been a bit more subtle. Are you staring at him?? Maybe. But not for the reason he thinks.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to gawk. And you’re not shocking, for the record.” You shift around before taking a step closer. “It’s… PETER, right? I’m (Name).”

“Oh, that right? (Name)?” He spits a couple of apple seeds into the grass. “I don’t care. Y’ been talkin’ t’ Wendy, ‘ave y’? Wot’re y’ lingerin’ round ‘ere f’r? Y’ keep comin’ t’ shows. Even people wot like our acts ain’t that faithful. Wot’s y’r problem?”

Part of you wonders if you should just come out and say it. That’s like tearing a bandage off a painful wound, right? Get it over with? At least if you do that, he can’t accuse you of beating around the bush.

So you take a deep breath. “I… I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s my problem. I… well… not ― not that I’d call it a problem, per se, but…” That’s what he’s asking, isn’t it? Why you keep coming to shows? You might as well be honest.

Of course, that does get his attention. He clearly wasn’t expecting that response, and perks up with eyes wide toward you. After a moment of surprise, his expression turns angry. Or, at least, incredibly irritated. “Oi, ‘avin’ a go at me? Ain’t funny. Wendy put y’ up t’ playin’ some joke on me, ‘uh?”

“W… what??” He thinks you telling him that you’re attracted to him is his sister playing a trick on him? You’re almost insulted that he thinks you’d let yourself be used like that. “No, she has nothing to do with… well, perhaps, she kept encouraging me to talk to you, but… but I think that’s only because she knew I had feelings for you.”

He rolls his eyes, and takes another bite from his apple half. More seeds find their way into the grass. He’s so… crude. “Y’ don’t fuckin’ know me, ‘ow can y’ ‘ave feelin’s f’r me? Go find a wood t’ get lost in.”

You frown, then step closer. “I’m being honest with you. It’s not something I can explain, but… I find you very handsome, and I… I came over today to finally ask if you’d like to go with me.”

“Go with y’? Go where with y’?”

“I mean… out? I don’t know where exactly… dinner, or a play, or dancing, or just a stroll…” You shrug. “We can do whatever you’d like.”

This time when he spits out another couple of seeds, he sputters, sounding almost like he’s choking. To wit, after spitting them out, he coughs a few times. “Wot, like a… wot d’they call it… courtin’ me?! Pfff… didn’t know Wendy would ask y’ t’ go this far. ‘M almost sorry f’r y’.”

Alright, you’re starting to get a little disheartened. “If you don’t want to go with me, you can just say so. I’ve got feelings; you could let me down gently.”

“The devil y’ goin’ on about?” With the final bite of his apple taken, he tosses the core down onto the ground and looks back at you. Then, he blinks a few times. “… Ah, fuck. Tell me this is a joke.”

“It’s not,” you mumble, rubbing self-consciously at your arm. “I don’t know why you assumed that, but it’s not. Genuinely, I can’t get you out of my head, and I’d like to get to know you better. Wendy was only talking to me because she noticed I was paying attention to you.”

He raises his hands, spread out as if to stop you from talking. “Wait, wait. So, y’re tellin’ me… y’ actually wanna be seen out in public with me?”

“That’s… strangely specific. But, yes, that’s what courting you would mean. Unless you wouldn’t be comfortable with that.” You shrug. “You’re allowed to say no to me, but I do like you. Sincerely. No tricks. I find you handsome and interesting.”

Peter squints at you, head tilted, like he’s searching for any little sign of a lie. After a long moment, he blows a breath out his nose, and pushes himself off the crate he’s been sitting on. It’s almost like he thinks if he reminds you how much shorter he is than you, you’ll reconsider. “Alright, (Name). Come back after t’morrow night’s show, ‘n’ we’ll take a walk ‘r somethin’.”

With that, he turns to walk off. “Don’t worry, y’ll ‘ave enough’a me after that!”

Somehow, you don’t think you will. Just this short interaction has left you wanting more.

How much more, you wonder, will you want after spending an evening with him?

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Peter #reader insert #romantic #fluff #first meeting #drama #Peter causin the drama all by his damn self XD #we love him tho #one hell of a queue

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request headcanons for Peter and/or Dagger with a wealthy female s/o who will spoil the living daylights out of them given the opportunity purely out of love? I hope that’s alright; the boys deserve love.

they sure do deserve love!! and to be spoiled <3

He sort of feels almost… guilty having her spoil him like this? The rest of his life has hammered into him that he’s not worthy of any effort or investment, so he’s just not prepared for someone to suddenly put all this time and money and love into him. It makes him feel self-conscious, especially since he knows he can’t do as much for her as she can for him.

Gently brings up the idea that, if she’s okay with it, maybe she could also help the troupe out a little? Nothing big or anything, just… perhaps a bit of extra money for repairs or replacements of things that have worn out, or to make sure they have enough food to go around. He loves that she wants to heap all of this on him, but he also wants the best for his family. So, once in a while, he’ll ask her if, instead of something for just him, she might do something for his whole family. (Of course, he blushes the whole time he’s asking.)

She always gets lots of kisses whenever she gives him a gift!! However big or small it is, that’s his most prominent way of thanking her. He… practically doesn’t know how else to thank her for everything she does for him!

In return, although he knows it isn’t much, his usual gift for her is a tiny wood carving. He’s good with knives, and he likes to work with his hands if he doesn’t have anything else to do. So he’ll find a piece of wood nearby wherever the circus is settled at any given time, and he whittles it into something he knows she’ll like. Her favorite animal, or the shape of a cute piece of candy, or an angel… something like that. It’s the least he can do for everything she does for him. If he has anything to say about it, she’ll eventually have a small army of these things!

God, he gets so damn embarrassed about it! His face gets red and the first couple of times he… actually thinks she’s making fun of him, giving him gifts and things. Who else would waste all that crap on someone like him? Just her. He doesn’t really get it, so his default reaction is to assume it’s a form of mocking and get upset. Sigh, he’s got a ways to go with it.

… Still. Once he figures out that she’s not trying to poke fun at him or be patronizing or anything, he switches to acting quite shy about accepting anything. When he does, he tries to split it with his sister and/or the rest of his family if that’s at all feasible. If it’s not, he slips it into a place to keep it safe before going on a hunt for something equal to give or do for his S/O. She’s being nice to him, so, he has to try and be nice back, right? Anyway, she deserves it, so he’s gonna grumble until he finds the perfect reciprocation.

Honestly, under everything else, he’s a very simple man. Big gestures of love and extravagant gifts are nice, but those things aren’t why he’s with (Name). If she can avoid calling attention to him, he’ll murmur a genuine, loving thank you in her ear.

Sincerely he wants to return the favor, and yet, he really, truly doesn’t know what to do for her. He can’t give her the same gifts or experiences she can give him. So, as far as he’s concerned, the best thing he can give her is a perfect date. (Even if nothing’s perfect, he tries.) Whatever he knows she likes, whether it’s dinner or dancing or a play, he makes sure to give her the greatest damn night doing it that she’s ever had. He can’t give her the things other men could. What he can give her are the best of his good parts, so… he wants to do that.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Dagger #Peter #headcanons #romantic #fluff #UGHHH my boys <3 #one hell of a queue

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request any of the Noah’s Ark Circus crew with an s/o who studies psychology and will happily teach them if asked?

aaaaa babies!! <3

Eh, wot’s that? Explain t’ ‘er exac’ly wot they do, yeah? Then she’ll decide if she’s int’rested. Really, it’s not likely she’d have much interest in actually learning about psychology once she finds out what it is. Of course, she absolutely appreciates what her S/O does and thinks it’s useful. It’s just… she doesn’t want to understand how her own mind works, and she doesn’t want to psychoanalyze her family. If she has problems, she’ll sort them out. For someone like her, too much knowledge of psychology would shift her world view a bit too much. As long as they’re okay with her gently saying she’ll leave the psychology to them, all’s good.

‘Uh? Well… damn, that’s pret’y fascinatin’! Maybe it’ll ‘elp ‘im understand other people better? He likes the concept of it in theory. It seems like understanding how people’s minds work would be a good thing; it might allow him to better comfort his family and his S/O and all that. Though… eh… more than anything, learning about psychology causes him to overthink things. He trips over his words more, he second guesses himself more, so he decides after a bit that he’s content just doing things the way he usually does. However, he couldn’t be prouder of his S/O!

‘Oly… so, wait, that’s what they do f’r a livin’?! Sign Freckles up t’ learn ‘bout it, at leas’ for a li’l while! Unlike some of their family, Freckles can put a disconnect between learning about psychology and applying it to their daily life. They simply think learning how people’s minds work, in general, is appealing to them. They find something incredible in it, and they don’t feel as if they have to take what they’ve learned and try to pick apart their friends and family. Learning about it is enough for them. It does go without saying that (Name) is just as wonderful to them as ever!

Ah, so, that’s th’ secret tae ‘ow well they seem t’ understand ev’ryone, is it? ‘E supposes that ain’t so bad. There are worse professions, in his opinion, and it seems like his S/O is doing their best to help people using their knowledge. That’s something he finds admirable, especially because he doesn’t think he’s all that good at helping people himself. He gently declines to ask them to teach him anything, because he already knows what’s going on inside his own head; it’s not like he could do anything with the knowledge, anyway. But if they talk about it, he will listen, because he adores them and their work.

Eh? ‘E guesses that’s all well ‘n’ good… ain’t like there’s anythin’ wrong with it, right? They definitely got ‘is respect, at leas’. He doesn’t really have any strong feelings about it one way or the other, but if nothing else, he likes that his S/O is doing something that can help others. He knows they’re a kind, caring person, so this is just another example of that. While he doesn’t usually seek out any information about psychology on his own, he’ll absolutely listen to them talk… and probably ask questions. There’s no doubt he has a deep appreciation for his darling’s work.

Oi, they got nothin’ better t’ do than get inside other people’s ‘eads ‘n’ shite? Wot good’s that gonna do ‘im? He thinks it’s all too sophisticated for him, and not only that, he doesn’t see the point in it. In his opinion, all it’s going to do is confuse the hell out of him, so why bother? He’s just fine with his S/O continuing this line of work; he’s pretty convinced he couldn’t stop them if he tried. And, hey, they’re trying to help people. Kinder than he would have been, most likely. Although they shouldn’t expect him to prompt them to talk about it on his own, he’ll listen if they wanna prattle on to him. There are worse subjects for them to talk about.

(Oh, it’s sort of like they know what’s going on in people’s heads, isn’t it?) He supposes it is, Emily. (Haha, you should let them get inside your head, Snake!) He’s not quite sure how to feel about it. This isn’t the worst career he’s seen someone have, certainly. It’s actually rather nice that they try to help people using their knowledge. And… he can’t pretend he isn’t curious. All things considered, it’s one of the more interesting things to learn about, and it might teach him something about himself. He’s actually got a bit of a scholarly head on his shoulders. He and his S/O have passed many nights just lying with each other, him asking questions about psychology and them answering. It’s… peaceful and enlightening.

‘Uh, well, that ain’t a thing she woulda pegged ‘em f’r studyin’ ‘bout ‘n’ all. Not that she’d know wot someone who does that stuff looks like, ‘course! She could think of a million worse things for someone to do for a job, and at least they’re not doing anything overly risky or cruel. It’s a fascinating thing to think about, anyway. She might not directly ask her S/O to teach her anything with regard to psychology, but she does ask frequent questions. She might even teasingly ask if they’d be willing to help with her brother’s anger issues. Ironically (Name)’s own mind is deeply interesting to her, even when she does understand them as a person. She’ll never not be fascinated with them regardless of whether she has anything to learn from them or not.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Beast #Dagger #Doll/Freckles #Joker #Jumbo #Peter #Snake #Wendy #reaction #romantic #fluff #my babiesssssss #one hell of a queue

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Can I request “I Choose” by Alessia Cara for Jumbo or Snake? They deserve all the love.

yessss absolutely!! they do ;w;

I've done at least one songfic for Jumbo before so I did Snake this time around!

🎶 Songfic Meme 🎶

DISCLAIMER: This is a (mini) songfic to the song “I Choose” by Alessia Cara! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

All of my life, I thought I was right looking for something new stuck in my ways, like old-fashioned days but all the roads led me to you the house that you live in don’t make it a home but feeling lonely don’t mean you’re alone people in life, they will come and they’ll leave but if I had a choice I know where I would be

Aside from the few memories SNAKE has of his parents, he’s gone through life looking forward.

He’s trudged along, trying to keep his head down, and searching desperately for something that will make him feel whole. In his mind, what good would it do to dwell on his memories from his life before? It’s behind him. He’ll never find his parents again, he’ll never see them, and… it’s his past.

So he has to keep going, not looking back. Sometimes even now, with the good life he has and the family he’s surrounded by, the ones who want him… sometimes he still keeps looking, even though he’s sure he’s happy now.

It hurts, to still have this deep aching in his chest despite knowing that he isn’t alone anymore. He has his family in the circus… and he has you. Someone who wants to be with him, sleep beside him, kiss him. He never thought he would have something like that.

Despite that thing that feels like a hole inside of him, he can’t imagine wanting to ever leave any of you. Not for something else, not for any reason. He’s weaved in and out of the crowds, among so many people; you all are the only ones who’ve stayed with him.

So he wants to stay with you, too.

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you

It happens often when he looks at you, wandering among the tents after a show. You’re a bright spot in his entire life. Your smile could cut through even the darkest night and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve something like that.

There are so many times that Snake is afraid that you’ll be ripped away from him, the same way his mother was ripped away from him. It’s happened before, and that memory makes him acutely aware that it could happen again. It could happen to anyone he’s come to love. It’s not fair, but it’s a hard truth that he has to acknowledge.

When he looks at you, he’s reminded of just how fiercely he’s ready to fight so that he doesn’t have to lose you. You, or any of his family. Despite that he doesn’t like fighting, if he has to do it to keep you with him, he will.

It doesn’t matter if bad things happen. There are lots of bad things that could happen. So what? He can’t just sit in his tent for his entire life, terrified of losing you. He’d miss out on everything good that could happen.

Every day, every moment, he gathers his strength and he chooses to be with you.

now I found the strength to make a change and look at the magic I found no matter the name or where you came from ‘cause no one has much figured out the house that you live in don’t make it a home but feeling lonely don’t mean you're alone I finally found where I feel I belong and I know you’ll be there with wide open arms

You twine your fingers with his and laugh, “You look like you’re thinking hard about something, sweetheart! Penny for your thoughts?”

He doesn’t even think his thoughts are worth that much. His face turns pink anyway, prompting him to hide against your neck. All his memories run wild, from the wonder of what his parents named him to the abuse he’s been through to every single incredible thing he’s experienced since finding you.

The whole circus could vanish tomorrow, and as long as he still had you and his family, it wouldn’t even matter. You would all be alright if you had each other. He knows he’d be alright if he had you and his family.

Everyone accepts him here. You do. His family does. If all those material things burned to the ground, he’d still have you, no matter how scary it would be. He’s safe inside your embrace. No matter what happens.

“I’m happy,” he finally murmurs, “that I’m not alone. That I have you. … Says Webster.”

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you I choose you

He doesn’t think anyone could pay him enough to let go of you. It’s simply frustrating that he doesn’t feel like he can express the depth of his love for you, or his family. He’s stuck because of how he was treated before, unable to speak on his own.

He wonders: does that even affect the weight of his words? Just because he uses his snakes to speak, does that water down what he’s saying? Because at least he’s trying to say it. He wants you to know just how fully he loves you, how secure and important you make him feel. He wants to be able to say it himself.

It’s not something he can do yet. With your support and his family’s support, he thinks he will one day.

For now, maybe this is enough. Maybe the cling of his embrace is what expresses it better than the things he could ever say.

For what it’s worth, you seem content with that answer as you give him a squeeze. “I’m glad you’re not alone, too.” Your voice is soft, caring. He could crawl inside your voice and sleep there forever. “You deserve lots of love, my darling. I’ll never let you be alone ever again. Alright?”

… Ah. It is very alright.

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light through the lows and the highs I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you

Who cares how bad things get? Snake has a family. He has your hand to hold his, even and especially when he feels unsteady.

Who cares about all the people passing by, staring at the scene as you hold him and kiss his cheek? They don’t know a damn thing about him, or about you.

Who cares if life is shaky from one moment to the next? All of you have something constant, when the rest of the world isn’t, something to hold onto.

He doesn’t want to ever let you go. He doesn’t want to lose you.

So he holds to you as tight as he’s ever held to anything.

He thinks he’s going to wake up and choose to be with you, every day for the rest of his life, regardless of what that life will look like.

He loves his family. He loves you.

There isn’t any great or terrible thing in the world that can touch that.

oh, I choose you I choose you.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Snake #songfic #reader insert #romantic #fluff #OH MY HEART???? d a n g this hit different XD #one hell of a queue

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hi there! I'm the lady behind a fair chunk of the Peter requests. May I please request "I feel like I can tell you anything" with a side of "you know what I love about you?" for Peter? I love your blog by the way. And don't feel like you need to rush yourself. Take as long as you need.

thank you so much for sending all the requests, I've loved them all!!

and thank you so much for the support, you're very sweet <3 <3 <3

things that you want to hear.

Your affection for PETER occasionally hits you at the strangest times.

Case in point, all the things you adore about him bubble to the surface currently, as you’re watching him work on a new routine with Wendy. Your feelings are all over you about him; the way he takes charge, his determination to perfect the performance, even his sour attitude is something that strikes up a warmth in your chest.

It must be something he notices ― the lovestruck expression you’re looking at him with while he practices. When he and Wendy decide to take a break, he’s over next to you, stretching out over the crate you’re perched on. “Oi, precious, wot’s with the starry eyes over ‘ere? Y’ look almos’ like y’re gonna jump over the moon ‘r somethin’.”

“What do you mean?” you chuckle. You stretch out next to him, rolling over so you can be face to face. “I’m just looking at you, handsome.”

He rolls his eyes. “’Course. Damn, wot was I thinkin’?”

You bite down on another laugh and reach over to trace your finger over his chest. “No, I’m serious, you horrible man. You know what I love about you?”

“Absolutely nothin’?” he snorts. Even so, he reaches toward you, lazily splaying his arm over your waist. You can feel in the slow, less than energetic movement of it that he must be incredibly tired already. Despite the fact that he apparently thinks you’re having a go at him, he still wants some attention.

Well, it’s your turn to roll your eyes. Does he really not believe he possesses a single redeeming quality? You don’t understand the way he thinks sometimes. “Don’t say things like that. There’s plenty about you that I love. And I was going to tell you all about it, if you didn’t immediately launch into some negativity.”

One eyebrow raises at you. It’s as if he thinks that there being one thing to love about him is strange enough, and more than one is an impossibility. “That right? In that case, y’ oughta talk faster. Go on, then, list it off, I won’t interrupt again.”

What a liar. You think he’d physically die if he had to not interrupt you while you’re talking about your love for him.

Regardless, you decide to call his bluff and press on. “There are a lot of things, you know. Maybe most people don’t see everything that I see, but you shouldn’t sell yourself short. I mean―” You’re quick to move past that based on the look he aims at you, probably thinking that was meant to poke fun at his height. “― I feel like I can tell you anything. You know?”

Your fingertip traces heart shapes on his chest. “You’ll be honest with me. Brutally so, sometimes. You’ll always tell me the truth, even if I may not want to hear it. If I come to you complaining about something that happened, I can trust you to tell me, ‘That wasn’t y’r fault, c’mere so I can give y’ a kiss ‘n’ make y’ feel bet’er’ or ‘That was all y’, sweet’eart, but ev’ryone fucks up sometimes so gimme a kiss anyway’.”

Peter huffs, though he’s got the barest hint of a smile on his face. “Oi, I don’t think I like y’ mimickin’ me. It’s way too fuckin’ accurate.”

You laugh and lean over for a kiss. “The point is, I like that about you. I love that even when I’m the one who did something wrong, you tell me that I did something wrong… but you don’t harp on it. You don’t… stop loving me.”

“Why would I stop lovin’ y’? Obviously y’ know wot I’m gonna say, ‘cause y’ said it y’rself ― ev’ryone fucks up.” He returns your kiss eagerly. All his exhaustion is forgotten, evidently, just so he can come alive in your embrace. “… Glad y’ told me this, at leas’. Gives me the chance t’ tell y’ somethin’.”

You tilt your head. “What’s that?”

His arm squeezes around your waist. It’s rough and reassuring all at the same time. “I ain’t never gonna stop lovin’ y’, precious. There’s things I’d leave people f’r, but I know y’ ain’t gonna do any’a that shite. So there ain’t nothin’ y’ could do that’d make me stop lovin’ y’. Got that?”

For all his faults, all his bad attitude and distrust in the rest of society… Peter seems to have a lot of faith in you. That’s one more thing you love about him.

So you lean in for another kiss. “… Got it, love.”

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Peter #reader insert #romantic #fluff #UGHHHHH he deserves it <3 #one hell of a queue

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May I request "there's my beautiful bride!" or "I'm the luckiest man alive." for Beast and/or Wendy? These two deserve some attention and I hope this is a nice way to give them that.

they sure do, I love these girls!! <3

(if you listen real close, you can hear me being hilariously bisexual in the background XD)

things that you want to hear.

It still sort of blows your mind that you’re married to someone now.

BEAST may not be many people’s idea of a ‘traditional’ wife, but she’s yours. There’s no way you could ever want anyone else when you have her. What do anyone else’s opinions have to do with your relationship, anyway? They don’t matter.

Of course, you think they matter to her. Sometimes you see her looking in the mirror, touching parts of herself that people have expressed judgment about. (Her leg and chest, most notably. People on the street look at her like she’s this person without class who’s missing parts. You don’t think it could possibly infuriate you more, and there’s nothing you can say directly that will ever make it better.)

It makes you sad; that other people feel she’s not fit to be a wife, when all being someones’s wife requires is to be a woman who marries someone. Who cares what else is true about her?

She has a good heart. She’s a good person. She’s a good wife, because she’s yours.

One such night when you come home from work, you venture upstairs. What you find in the bedroom is Beast in front of the full-length mirror, wearing an outfit that, while very much her style, is a little revealing as far as the masses are concerned.

It doesn’t bother you, so why the hell should it bother anyone else? It’s nobody else’s business to be looking at how your wife is dressed. You have to wonder if that’s why she doesn’t often leave the house, especially without you, unless she’s working at the circus ― because people pay attention to how different she is in every way.

God. That must drive her insane, having people look at her all the time and notice every little detail about her that isn’t ‘normal’. It kind of pisses you off.

What else can you really do, except come up behind her and circle your arms around her waist? “There’s my beautiful bride!” you hum, pressing your lips to her neck. “Look at you; you’re a vision.”

Although she startles, it’s not really a bad reaction. She seems to flinch at first no matter how affectionate you’re being, likely a side effect of a lifetime’s worth of abuse. “… Eh? Where at?”

“Right here.” You chuckle softly and lean closer so you can kiss her on the lips. No way are you going to let her feel bad about herself when you’re right here to reassure her. “Is it my imagination, or are you even more gorgeous than when I left this morning? Ah, someone’s going to steal you away from me.”

She scoffs, though she shifts her arms down so she can set her hands over top of yours. It looks like she’s slightly more relaxed now, thank goodness. And she’s stopped paying any mind to the image in the mirror in favor of paying attention to you. “Oi… y’ talk too much. Silly thing.”

You tilt your head. “I could try to say better things whilst talking a bit less. What about a simple ‘I love you’? Have I told you that today?”

“Mhm, when y’ left earlier.” She nuzzles against you. “Come off that, would y’? Y’re gonna get me all used t’ bein’ told that.”

You arms give her a little squeeze. “Oh, how terrible. I love you.”

Her eyes drift closed. “Aaaah… I love y’, too.”

“And,” you continue, “I’m so happy you’re my wife.”

She’s quiet for a moment, then she lets out this tiny breath of a laugh. “… There’s worse things t’ be, I s’pose.”

There are times when you can’t really believe that another person hasn’t swept WENDY off her feet. She’s all yours, for as long as she wants to be.

How? You truly wonder in some moments. People may not be perfect, but Wendy is such a wonderful person. She’s got a playful beauty about her, and she’s kindhearted, and she’s so much more intelligent than anyone gives her credit for. (Except perhaps her brother. If anyone knows better than you how smart she is, it’s Peter.)

When you’re lying awake in the early hours of the morning, in bed next to her, it strikes you that this is your life. You’re fortunate enough to have someone like her as your partner, to have the rest of her family as friends. They’ve pretty well accepted you.

You probably won’t be able to get back to sleep for a while, so instead of doing anything productive, you start to card your fingers through Wendy’s hair. Watching her sleep makes you feel peaceful… she doesn’t get enough sleep, you know. It’s nice to look at her relaxed for once.

After a few minutes, you regret it a little when her eyes start to flutter open. She blinks at you and offers a groggy groan. “Mhn… wot’s goin’ on, (Name)…? Can’t sleep? C’mere…”

Always so selfless. What did you do to deserve a woman like her? Whatever it was, you wish you’d done it sooner so you’d met her years ago.

“Nothing’s going on, sweetheart. I’m just looking at you… and thinking,” you add with a chuckle.

She laughs sleepily, reaching to grab at your waist regardless. “Thinkin’? ‘Ope y’ ain’t thinkin’ too ‘ard… liable t’ pull somethin’…” All the other things you love about her, and she’s also got a sense of humor even while half asleep. “Wot y’ thinkin’ ‘bout, darlin’?”

Your fingers make another pass through her hair. You adore that she usually takes it down to sleep… it’s like a side of her only you (well, and Peter) get to see. “I’m the luckiest man alive. For starters.”

“Yeah? ‘Ow do y’ figure?”

You move a little closer and press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Well, I’ve got you. Isn’t that all I need to think of myself as the luckiest man alive? Honestly, even some of the lucky dead men might be jealous.”

She laughs, slightly more lucidly, leaning into the contact. “Mhh… y’re either full’a it ‘r dreamin’. ‘N’ I ain’t willin’ enough t’ find out which, considerin’ wot time it is. Guess I should jus’ feel ‘appy y’re spoilin’ me, sayin’ things like that.”

“It’s the truth.” You continue stroking her hair before wrapping your unoccupied arm around her. “I love you very much, Wendy. Sometimes I’m not sure you know how much.”

She nestles herself in against you ― making you second-guess yourself. Maybe she does know how much you love her. There’s no question she loves you, but she apparently feels the need to reiterate it. “Love y’ more’n that. I don’t care ‘ow much y’ love me, I love y’ more.”

She drifts back to sleep in your arms shortly after, and you think there’s really no way you can argue with her.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Beast #Wendy #reader insert #romantic #fluff #domestic #UGHHHHH MY GIRLS!!! <3 #one hell of a queue

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I request a songfic with "Love Story" by Taylor Swift for Dagger, Peter (unless I already requested for them), or Finny?

I did a minific of it for Peter, but since I did a couple songfics for Dagger I decided to make this Finny's, I haven't done one for him in a while!

also my HEART-

DISCLAIMER: This is a songfic to the song “Love Story (Taylor's Version)” by Taylor Swift! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I’m standing there on a balcony, in summer air see the lights, see the party, the ball gowns see you make your way through the crowd and say, “Hello” little did I know

that you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles and my daddy said, “Stay away from Juliet” and I was crying on the staircase begging you, “Please don’t go”

You think you’ve started to get tired of parties and ballrooms.

Not that there’s anything wrong with all of that, but… it does get exhausting sometimes. Most of the time you’d rather be out in the garden, among the flowers, not walking around pretending to enjoy talking to people who couldn’t care less about you.

That’s all it is, isn’t it? A big show of status and wealth and power. Nobody really cares about anyone else at these events.

As you look out over the garden from your balcony, you wish violently that your parents would stop making you attend. It’s not too long before you’re dragged off, in your pretty new dress, downstairs to go socialize. It would be fine to socialize, you think… if any of these people were interested in making actual conversation with you.

You’ve managed to slip away from most everyone else, and are standing at the entryway which leads to the garden. The ballroom full of chattering people and clinking champagne glasses is to your back. The place you love most is right in front of you, yet you can’t step outside.

You resign yourself to the thought. When you turn around, you nearly run into a boy who looks to be about your age. He’s handsome in this slight, unpolished way, with blonde hair and eyes somewhere between blue and green. Eyes which are focused out the entryway, staring wide at the garden.

As soon as he notices he’s evidently blocking you from returning to the ball, he quickly straightens up. His face goes pink, and he shakes his head. “O-oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss… I… I was just lookin’.”

“No, that’s… fine.” You’re almost stunned. He’s not dressed like a guest; he looks like a servant. How did he make it this far without anyone stopping him and trying to return him to his master. “I’m (Name) (Surname). That’s my garden out there. Well… my parents’. What’s your name?”

He beams, seemingly happy you haven’t outright rejected him. “Most people call me FINNY! I hate t’ overstep boundaries and all, but… could we… could we go out there?”

Before you can reply with an enthusiastic yes, suddenly your father steps into view. His look towards Finny is sharp, judgmental, and you can read it clear as day. “Your master is looking for you, boy. Your place is with him, not with my daughter.”

“Father,” you start, but you’re quieted immediately with a raised hand. Just like that, Finny is gone, giving you a rushed bow and turning to disappear in the crowd.

Although you can’t explain it, something in your heart feels as if you’ve missed a huge opportunity. Shortly after your father forces you to dance with his business partner’s son, you’ve decided to flee the party entirely.

You’re sitting on the stone bench in the garden, crying over something you can’t even describe, when someone sits down next to you. “Miss…? I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?”

and I said

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run you’ll be the prince, and I’ll be the princess it’s a love story, baby, just say yes”

You look over only to see Finny sitting there beside you. Those eyes of his… does he ever look anything less than in complete wonder? He’s so precious. And he came out here to see you, even after your father’s warning.

You could fall for someone like Finny.

“No… you didn’t. But I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Regardless, your hand is sliding over to rest on top of his. “I… I don’t want you to leave. But if everyone sees us together… my father…”

With the gentlest touch anyone has ever used toward you, Finny lifts his other hand and thumbs your tears away. Although it isn’t a perfect gesture, it doesn’t work flawlessly, it’s the intent behind it that gets to you. And the way he touches you. Like he thinks he has to be careful or he might break you.

Like you’re worth taking care with. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he murmurs. “Are you… I mean, you ain’t alright, but…”

Something about his concern hits you in a strange place, deep inside your chest. You raise your hand, the one that isn’t twined in his, and set it over the one he has on your cheek.

“Finny… would you be able to come back here tomorrow? Tomorrow night. If you come to the garden here and make sure you aren’t seen… I want to be with you.”

so I sneak out to the garden to see you we keep quiet, ‘cause we’re dead if they knew so close your eyes escape this town for a little while, oh, oh

‘cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter and my daddy said, “Stay away from Juliet” but you were everything to me I was begging you, “Please don’t go”

The next day, you’re not sure what you were expecting.

You didn’t expect him to take you seriously ― for him to be waiting for you, hidden behind one of the flowering bushes closer to the back of the garden. At least he’s smart in that he didn’t pick a spot where someone might find him. If the gardener has noticed him, she’s kept her mouth shut.

It’s liberating when you tumble into the bush with him. You land on his lap, and in an instant the two of you are holding hands over each other’s mouths so you don’t burst out laughing. If your parents found you here, if they found Finny… oh, the possibilities are terrible and endless.

Why did he still come, knowing that he was risking?

You don’t know how long you stay with him like this. You lie there in his lap, head on his thigh, talking about anything and everything. He’s the gardener of the estate he works for, so it makes sense that he was so enamored of the garden you have here. It seems, when you speak about it, he understands better than anyone how trapped you feel inside your life.

He understands when you kiss him so hard the two of you are left gasping.

You don’t understand when, after several months of meeting this way, your father snaps at Finny again after the two of you are found out. It’s incomprehensible to you that, upon finding out you’re finally happy, your family would want to keep this man away from you.

But there it stands. Finny hurries off the estate, even as you try to weakly cling to his hand and plead him not to leave, once your father has physically pushed him.

and I said

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run you’ll be the prince, and I’ll be the princess it’s a love story, baby, just say yes”

Romeo, save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel this love is difficult, but it’s real don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess it’s a love story, baby, just say yes

The next time you see Finny, it’s because you’ve managed to sneak off to the Phantomhive estate. You meet him in this garden, and it’s magnificent.

You get to hold him again. You get to hug him and kiss him and run your fingers through his hair that you swear is infused with a drop of sunshine. And you can’t help but cry in his arms, sobbing about how you wish the world was just you and him. That you can’t believe your father would keep you from someone you love.

Finny’s eyes go wide when you say that. Did he even know that you were in love with him…? For everything you shared, it occurs to you that he didn’t realize it.

“My father says I can’t be in love with you,” you sigh against Finny’s neck. “Because you’re a servant. But if I can’t be, then how did it happen? I love you more than anything. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”

He holds you, and you remember him telling you that he has to be mindful of his strength. (He was hurt very, very horribly when he was young. It scarred him in more ways than one, the biggest of which being that he’s been left with a strength he can’t always properly control despite his best attempts. Even then, he has never hurt you.)

His hand strokes your back, up and down, in a comforting rhythm. “It’ll be alright, sweet thing. We’ll get outta it fine, I promise.”

I got tired of waiting wondering if you were ever coming around my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said

“Romeo, save me, I’ve been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you, but you never come is this in my head? I don’t know what to think”

That’s the last thing he said to you before you don’t hear from him for several months.

Part of you wishes he would have given you some kind of explanation. What are you supposed to think? Even when you visit the Phantomhive estate, you don’t see him. You look in the garden, and you don’t see him.

You’ve stopped going out nearly entirely. If you won’t see the person who’s made you feel more alive than you ever have, then what’s the point?

You begin to think he’s bored of you. That he got scared by your family. Or that maybe he thinks he isn’t ‘good enough’. You’ve heard stories of romances like that between nobility and servants. Perhaps your relationship with Finny is one more that pays the price the rest of the world has demanded.

Then you run into him, whilst out on the street. Regardless of the fact that you don’t understand how you can run into someone who’s been avoiding you in broad daylight, you practically throw yourself in front of him. You have to talk to him.

“Where have you been?” Your voice trembles when you look at him. It’s barely above a whisper, and you have to thank God you aren’t in a crowded place. “Finny, I… I’ve missed you so much. Please tell me what’s going on. I can’t take it anymore… did I… did I do something wrong? Did I make you feel―”

With very little hesitation, Finny reaches to take your hand in one of his. “No! God, no, darlin’, you… you didn’t do nothin’ wrong! No… I jus’… I didn’t… I didn’t want you t’… get in trouble ‘cause of me. Your father was so cross with me, I didn’t… want him t’… get angry with you, too.”

You squeeze his hand. “… I wish you would have simply gotten me in trouble. It would have been a better fate than being without you.”

he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said

“Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone I love you, and that’s all I really know I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress it’s a love story, baby, just say yes”

Finny gives you a smile, then before you know what’s happening, he’s down on the ground. On one knee, with one hand still holding yours. “(Name), darlin’… I’m so sorry. About all this. I wanted everythin’ t’ be perfect when I asked you, so… I needed some time.”

Wait. No. Is he… is he doing what you think he’s doing?”

“I love you with all my heart. Ain’t nothin’ else in my head or my heart, but love for you.” His other hand reaches into his pocket. When it comes back out, it’s holding an unadorned, plain golden band. “I never knew my heart was still locked away, till I met you an’ it was… suddenly beatin’ on the sides of my chest tryin’ t’ get t’ yours. I set myself free once already, (Name), but… you set me free again.”

His smile only gets wider, more hopeful. “Go ask your father if you can marry me now. I think I’ll have his blessin’.”

There are tears in your eyes, and you can feel your heart pounding like Finny has done the same thing he’s said you did for him: set you free. “But… but how…?”

“Well… Lord Phantomhive mighta had somethin’ t’ do with it.” His smile turns shy, his face flushing pink. “What… what do you say, love? Will you marry me?”

The day you met him wasn’t the best day of your life. That day is today. You wouldn’t trade the day you met him for anything, though, because it made this day possible.

You don’t give him a verbal answer.

However, you think a kiss will tell him everything he needs to know.

‘cause we were both young when I first saw you.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Finny #Finnian #songfic #reader insert #romantic #drama #fluff #angst #WE GETTIN ALL THE FEELS IN HERE BABIES #one hell of a queue

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Hi! Can I get an audio of Peter helping a hypermobile fem s/o with her knee problems? I hope this is fine.

yeah, this is totally fine! I hope I did ok with it~

sound effects from https://freesfx.co.uk/

transcript below the cut!

AUDIO START

(sighs)

“C’mon now, precious. I know y’ don’t like it, but y’ got’a do it. … C’mon! Y’ want y’r knees t’ get even worse?”

(scoffs)

“C’mon…”

(groans, takes a breath)

“Eh, fine. Wot if… wot if I give y’ a ‘and? Will y’ do it f’r me? … Alright, c’mon. Ah, lemme see the paper again.”

[paper rustling/crinkling]

“Okay. Let’s do this one first. Ready? One… two… three… four… five… ah, wh…?!”

(stammers)

“Wot the ‘ell did y’ stop f’r?! … No, y’ ain’t done! Paper says y’re s’posed t’ do it TEN times. Ten’s more’n five. Naaah… it says ten with each knee. Aaaah, that’s right. I know wot I’m talkin’ ‘bout. C’mon. Gimme five more on that one. Six… seven… eight… nine… ten. See, there? Wasn’t so ‘ard, was it? Mmmmnh… oh… ah, come on. C’mere.”

(kisses three times)

“I know it ‘urts, precious. But y’ got’a do it ‘r it’ll ‘urt worse. I know it’s a pain in the arse… but we don’t want it t’ be more’n a pain in the arse. Okay? Mmh…”

(kisses twice, takes a breath, sighs)

“… Alright. Hm. Gimme ten with the other knee now. C’mon. I ain’t gonna let y’ get off with jus’ doin’ one.”

END AUDIO

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Peter #audio #romantic #fluff #hurt/comfort #idk does this count as hurt/comfort?? I'm counting it lol #he tries!! #one hell of a queue

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May I please request “Sneakin’ Around” from SVTFOE for Dagger or Peter? Also, where do you ask for shitposts?

man, SVTFOE is on my list of things to watch... and this song is so cute, pls ;w;

I don't really take requests for shitposts, I just kinda do em on my own from funny quotes I've heard/seen or whatever my brain makes up! but you can submit your own using the submit button if you'd like! :D

DISCLAIMER: This is a songfic to the song “Sneakin' Around” from Star vs. the Forces of Evil! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

When the sun has set and the night has come we’ll creep out the garden and go have some fun ‘cause all I wanna do is sneak around Mewni with you

You can only meet with DAGGER when it finally gets dark out.

As soon as night has fallen, nobody is paying you or him any attention. It’s so much easier to be together when people aren’t looking. When your family and his aren’t looking; although, you’re pretty certain by now that they wouldn’t have a problem with this. It’s your family, and the rest of society, that have a problem with you and Dagger.

The world seems far away when you run into his arms. They’re so secure, circling around you eagerly. He’s been waiting for you, too. Right here is your safe place, your hideaway from the rest of the world, here in his arms.

“I missed you, handsome,” you murmur, pressing into his lips with a kiss. You scarcely get the chance to breathe before you’re begging for another one. “Mh… what will we do tonight?”

He returns your kiss with equal ardor, like he can’t get enough of you. What consequence is a lack of breath when kissing the one you love? “Ain’t no way y’ missed me more’n I missed y’. We can do anythin’ y’ want, right, long as no one sees us?”

Of course, perhaps you’ve got a small problem with becoming addicted to the thrill of it all.

and all I want to see is you sneaking around next to me I don’t care if it’s wrong or right I’d do anything for one more night

“And as long as we’re together.” That’s an important caveat. If you didn’t have him, what would be the point of sneaking around in the first place? You wouldn’t want to do it with anyone but him.

You guide him toward the garden gates, hoisting yourself up onto it. It’s all too easy to pull him up as well. He follows your movements better than if you could move him like a puppet on strings. It’s like he knows what you want him to do before you can form the words to ask.

“I’ll always be here,” he smiles as he drops down over the gates with you. He kisses you again, holding your hands tightly. “Y’re batty if y’ think y’ can get rid’a me now.”

You chuckle and lead him along under the half-moonlight. “And you’re batty if you think I’m ever letting go of you. Come on. There’s nothing that would make me happier than taking a walk around town, looking over to see you by my side.”

“Yeah?” The grin in his voice is evident even if you’re not looking at him. “We pro’ly shouldn’t be doin’ all this… but…”

“Do you think I care?” You stop nearby a building, so you can duck into the alleyway and kiss his neck. “If this is wrong, I’m afraid of what people think is right.”

dawn breaks, our night fades away someday we’ll get to stay we’ll get to stay no more sneaking around one day we’ll have our day we’ll have our day

By the time you’ve dragged Dagger through the streets, ducking into every alley and taking the long way back to his fairground, he looks so tired. It’s a happy kind of tired, though, where you know deeply that he wouldn’t have wanted to pass the time any other way.

It’s beginning to get light again, and the sun will be ready to rise once you’ve gotten yourself back home. You can’t stay, and your time with him now is coming to a close.

You know the next night will come and go exactly the same way. Even so, you don’t want to leave him. You never want to leave him, because you love him so.

You do let yourself linger by his tent for as long a moment as you dare. You let your hands roam over his body one last time, and you kiss him one last time, and you pray that someday soon, everyone will be able to accept this wonderful relationship you have with him. You dream of the day you don’t have to worry about being disowned for wanting to marry him, the day he won’t have to worry about feeling like he isn’t good enough for you.

The day when, finally, neither of you have to fear being mocked or abused because you’re in love.

You curl your hands against his chest, fingers fidgeting with the bow at his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Will you miss me?”

“Y’ know wot my answer’s gonna be,” he laughs. He gives you another squeeze anyway, resting his cheek on top of your head. “Wish I didn’t ‘afta let y’ go. Wish we didn’t ‘afta…”

“I know. I wish that, too.” You mirror the gesture, arms tight around his middle. “I love you so much, Dagger. One day, we’re going to pass the whole night like this… and we’re going to be standing here, just like we are now… and I’m going to stay here with you.”

He hums. “One day, yeah? I can’t wait f’r that day t’ come.”

You smile and tilt your head up at him. “That day will be ours. Just ours. Nobody else’s. Promise me you’ll keep sneaking round with me till then?”

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m nothin’ if I ain’t a patient man.”

The two of you are quiet for a moment, then he sighs against your hair. “God, I’ll miss y’ with my w’ole ‘eart.”

You’ll miss him just the same.

As you head off back toward home, you keep the prayer in your heart that ‘one day’ will come sooner rather than later.

have our day have our day.

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Dagger #reader insert #songfic #romantic #fluff #drama #UGHHHH he deserves so much love <3 #one hell of a queue