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momotonescreaming · 4 months

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Part One (You are Here) | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

“So.” Jeff starts, voice rising over the Dio cassette Eddie put on, volume down low for once. It makes good background noise. Filling the space of Eddie’s bedroom. Not that it’s not full already.

“Okay so we’re doing this?” Eddie asks, turning around from where he was sorting through the pile of stuff on top of his dresser, stray D20 in hand. He flings himself onto his bed, bouncing on the mattress. He’s looking at Jeff with a shit-eating grin, although it’s not unkind.

“Doing what?” he replies, frowning, turning from where he’s sat at the small desk by the door. There’s not a lot of space, not a lot of wiggle room, so Jeff is immediately faced with Eddie staring at him knowingly from the mattress. They’ve known each other since middle school, since Eddie moved into town, and he can tell with just a glance that Eddie is seeing straight through him.

It’s only fair, he concedes, he saw straight through Eddie.

“This thing you can’t stop thinking about, but haven’t told anyone. That thing?” Eddie starts, resting his head in his hands. It almost looks like he’s going to start kicking his feet like a girl in a sleepover. The kind of scenes you see in movies. All cliche and shit. “We’re talking about it?”

“Yeah.” Jeff sighs. Takes a deep breath. He looks over at Eddie, watches as his best friend raises an eyebrow, smiles, silently prompts him along.

“You know your horrific crush on Steve Harrington?” he eventually starts, fingers absently tapping at the wood of the chair he’s claimed. He can feel it swirling in his chest. The words, the feelings, all the stuff he had been running through his mind. Eddie won’t be mean about it, of course he won’t, but there’s going to be gentle ribbing and he’s really not sure if he’s ready for it. Maybe with just the two of them it'll be okay. Eddie gets it, after all, maybe better than anyone.

Eddie just snorts. “I’m aware, yes.”

“And how I teased you for being into the preppiest jock in Hawkins?” He adds, resisting the urge to tap his foot, bounce his knee, run his socked foot along the carpeted floor.

“Also, yes.”

“Well.” Jeff says, and he grimaces. Leaves the sentence there. He doesn’t need to finish it just yet, Eddie will pick up the pieces. Slot them into place.

He sees the exact second Eddie gets it. Watches his eyes light up as it clicks. The glee on his face is evident, the bastard. It's fucking radiating out of him, leaking out through his pores.

“No,” Eddie gasps, scrambling to sit up on his bed, inching towards Jeff. He's gripping the sheets, the tan floral fabric strained between his fingers. “No fucking way. You have a crush?”

He just nods, humming in affirmation.

“Well who is it?” Eddie asks, bouncing in place. He's giddy, fidgeting and not quite staying still. “C’mon, tell me. Are they more attainable than Steve Harrington, at least?”

“On one hand they're more attainable,” Jeff starts, gesturing with his hands. “Because, y'know, straight.”

Eddie hums, nodding, eyes wide. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he was an incorrigible gossip at heart. Always wanting to know things about people. Listening when Wayne talks about the guys from the plant, picking up rumours from people who bought from him, slowly learning what's happening in the trailer park. Who was sleeping with who, who doesn't do their job, who was moving in.

So when Jeff hinted he had a crush? Eddie was all over it. He was also his best friend, so that helped.

“But on the other hand they're less attainable,” Jeff says, taking a deep breath. Bracing himself for whatever dramatic reaction Eddie was going to spout. “Because it's Chrissy Cunningham.”

His traitorous heart leaps in his chest the second he says her name. A smile threatens to creep across his face. Chrissy Cunningham. Out of all the cheerleaders, she was the one who stood out. She was cute, and kind, with a smile that lit up the room. The curl of her bangs that framed her face, the way she matches her eyeshadow to her scrunchie. Jeff couldn’t stop staring at her. Couldn’t stop noticing things about her.

Eddie looks positively giddy, bouncing on the worn springs of his mattress, grinning like the devil himself. Wide eyes and bared teeth, ringed fingers gripping his sheets even tighter. He’s electric, he’s vibrating out of his skin. If he were wearing his wallet chain, Jeff would hear him jingling.

“Yes!” He exclaims, hair swinging around his face as he moves. Not unlike he’s headbanging. “Jeffery! Jefferson! Join me in Hell!”

Jeff can’t help but concede a laugh, ducking his head, almost pressing his chin to his chest. Hiding a smile, almost shy. It’s kind of nice, having it out in the open now. Having Eddie welcome him into the world of crushes on the most popular kids in school.

“The fucking karma is so juicy right now Jeffington, oh my god! Eat shit!” Eddie adds, excitedly tapping his feet. He bounces back onto his bed, patting a spare spot of mattress beside him. “But I’m just too excited, Jesus Christ, you get it now!”

“I fucking get it now,” Jeff laughs, getting up off the chair and flopping onto the bed beside Eddie. Feeling the worn sheets beneath his back, looking up at the yellowed ceiling of the trailer. “There’s no way in Hell anything is going to happen, I know this, but fuck, she’s the cutest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, says you and half of Hawkins High,” Eddie replies, laughing, looking over at Jeff, crossing his legs underneath him.

“Like you’re one to judge, ‘Mr I have a crush on Steve Harrington,’ the most popular guy in school. Even him stopping throwing those parties didn't make people hate him.” Jeff laughs, gently shoving at Eddie, moving him towards the edge of the bed. “You call him an asshole and then turn around and daydream about his laugh, or his eyes, or his hair.”

“Listen,” He retorts, splaying his hands out when he talks. “I am but a humble homosexual, and even I can’t deny the fact that that preppy, douchey, jock is a fucking smokeshow.”

“What?” Jeff laughs. “You want him to slap your ass and hook up with you in the locker room? Woo you with all his dumb jock shit?”

“Literally, yes,” Eddie laughs, flopping down onto his bed now next to Jeff, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a grin as Jeff snorts. Locks eyes with his best friend, and lets his gaze soften a bit. “But tell me about Chrissy, how did this happen?”

Jeff sighs, and is only a little embarrassed at how wistful it sounds. His stomach swoops, organs melting into something soft and gooey as he paints her in his minds eye. As he pictures her.

“I just,” He starts, and then stops. Sighs again. “I always noticed Chrissy, always thought she was pretty — because y’know, cheerleader, it's a given — but I didn’t think much further than that.”

“Until?” Eddie asks, drawing out the word. He nudges Jeff's leg with a socked foot.

“Until I held open a door for her one time,” he sighs, giving into Eddie's prompting. “And she giggled, and thanked me, and it sort of hit me just how much I wanted to kiss her.”

Eddie fucking yelps, grabbing and shoving at Jeff's shoulder. He laughs along with him, his energy infectious. Let's himself move along with the motions, shoving back at Eddie, bedsprings creaking underneath the pair of them. A part of him absently wonders how much of this Wayne can hear. Raising Eddie, he's probably used to it — the noise. The energy. “Jeff, you sly dog!”

“I didn't actually kiss her,” Jeff laughs. “I just thought about it.”

“Oh I bet you thought about it,” Eddie teases, wiggling his eyebrows, continuing to grip and shove at Jeff's arm.

“Oh shut up,” Jeff laughs. “Like you're one to judge.”

“Oh, I'm not judging,” he replies, stopping his shoving so they're just resting on his bed together. Hair splayed out across the mattress, fingers absently picking at his sheets. “You remember the things I've said to you about Steve.”

“I do, yes.”

“But,” Eddie says, rolling over onto his side, propping himself up and looking down at Jeff. “We’re not talking about how much I’ve talked about wanting to suck Steve’s dick right now.”

Jeff snorts.

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Jeff exhales, the air leaving his lungs softly, as he lets himself melt a little further into Eddie’s mattress. It’s easy, here with Eddie. His best friend, whom he knows everything about and knows everything about him in return. “I see Jason hold her hand as they walk through the halls, and hold her books for her. One time I saw them at a movie date together at The Hawk when I was out with my parents, and I want that.”

Eddie makes a noise, low and soft, as he looks over at Jeff.

“I’ll never get it, not with her, but oh man,” he adds. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I get it.” Eddie adds, voice still soft and low. “I know I talk about how hot Steve is, but I saw him and that Wheeler chick in the halls. How he’d swing her round and kiss her.”

It sort of hits him, just then, just how much Eddie wants this as well. Wants soft kisses, and romantic gestures. Intimate dates and someone happy to see him. But he can’t be seen wanting things he’ll never get. It hurts too much.

“When we get out of Hawkins,” Jeff says simply. “We’ll get this. We’ll find people who find our metal music and shitty garage band endearing. You’ll find someone who wants to kiss you in the halls.”

Eddie snorts, but he’s smiling sort of bittersweetly while he does it. “And you’ll bag yourself a cheerleader.”

Jeff smacks Eddie’s side, waving his arm out half-heartedly. They stay like that, sitting in the silence, chilling on Eddie’s bed together. It’s nice.

“So we agree we’re not telling Gareth about this?” Jeff says, propping himself up to look at Eddie.

“Oh we’re absolutely not telling Gareth about this. '' Eddie replies automatically. “He’ll be so annoying about it.”

“One day he’ll get a crush on a prep,” Jeff replies, smiling. “And then we’ll tell him.”

“The Corroded Coffin curse?” Eddie laughs. “Getting a crush on a prep?”

“Definitely,” he replies. “First you, now me. Frank’s next, and then Gareth is going to eat his words about those hot metal chicks he definitely has a crush on.”

“Who are definitely real, and absolutely not just models in magazines he jerks off too,” Eddie laughs, and it’s nice. Sharing this. Sharing this with someone who gets it. It’s not just that their crushes are preps, or jocks. It’s that their crushes are popular, and hot, and people who are never going to look at them twice.

Jeff laughs, an exhale of air, and nudges his foot against Eddie’s.

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

#stranger things #eddie munson #jeff stranger things #corroded coffin #momo.txt #i got a bunch of work emails from a guy named jeff cunningham #and this happened #thanks jeff #i had fun!#jeff/chrissy is cute as hell #even if its only a crush rn #eddie calls steve an asshole and a douche in this but its set pre season 4 #eddie is still drowning in his unfounded biases against steve #my Writing #Teenage Dream

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werewolf-w1tch · 3 months

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she property on my hate till i [ ]

#is this anything lmao #i wanted to just get silly for once #i had fun!#there is no secret meaning btw i was just trying to encapsulate The Vibes #got a lil bit of mixed media got some colors #very big departure from my usual stuff #i enjoyed it a lot #the property of hate #tpoh #tpoh fanart #tpoh rgb #he's there but he sure doesn't want to be lmaooo #get put in a situation idiot #my art

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gamergirl-niffler · 2 months

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I don't like playing all those online games... Because I know I will keep dying 10000000000000000000000000 times before I learn how to play, WHICH is annoying!

I played Fortnite alone till it got boring, and I tried to play My Hero Ultra Rumble... I quickly dropped it (MY RECORD OF SURVIVING WAS 1 min 30s! WOHO!)

All of this until few days ago that @doumadono convinced me to install and play My Hero Ultra Rumble with her...

IT WAS A NIGHTMARE ONLINE XD

We did AMAZING with CPUs tho xD

But I need to say, despite loosing all the time and doing amazing against the computer… I had LOTS OF FUN! Like A LOT A LOT!

This set was one of the best!

I don't know what else to say but omg! @doumadono thank you! For the fun, laugh and jokes! I ALREADY CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE!

#my hero ultra rumble #Funny #I had fun!#I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN

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shrimploverart · 9 months

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And last but not least, the 5th and last batch of artfight attacks!! character owners:

@anarchamp

@dragonita-arts @apollysabyss ~BeraniBear

~Teleport

@passsionfish ~MyXoMoP

~Jgde @lollyholly99 ~Lizz_Merr

~KAIIX

#art fight #art fight 2023 #my art #furry #furry art #i had fun!

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michax-forever · 10 months

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Streber for your soul 💚

#spooky month #michax art #Streber #streber spooky month #spooky month fanart #he was lovely to draw #I had fun!

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dan-is-watching · 3 days

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Art trade with @tumbleweedsthesecond!!! They're kinda cute together and I had fun drawing them!

I had a lot of fun and love to do more art trades!

#clone high #abe lincoln clone high #cleo clone high #lincleo #abe x cleo #art trade #i had fun!

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theragamuffininitiative · 1 month

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So @ablatheringblatherskite tagged me to describe my WIPs badly

@saxifrage-wreath @cogentranting @rj-anderson @melliabee @freenarnian @please-dont-pet-the-okapi if you want to be a little unhinged about your writing

#i think you all actually write things i'm trying harder to pay attention #anyways #tag game #aster friend #my wips #some of these are so far removed from the source material but also so accurate still lol #i had fun!

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howulu · 2 years

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sxf volume 10 extra page

#spy x family #mine #i saw this and haddd to color it its so cute #i had fun!#anya forger #loid forger #yor briar #yuri briar #loid #yor #anya #manga coloring

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thevikingwoman · 5 months

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 918 | Read on Ao3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Meryta Khatin x Emmanellain de Fortemps | start of HW | fluff/romance Rating: Gen (overall explicit). Morning after, Fortemps thoughts

Reprieve - part 3

“Ahem.”

Meryta opens her eyes slowly, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She’s pleasantly warm, snuggled beneath heavy blankets, against a soft warm body.

Ah.

Heat rises in her cheeks; she really did follow him back last night. She wills it away. It was lovely and enjoyable, and she has nothing to be ashamed of.

Now she’s in Emmanellain’s bed though, in this big house full of tall windows and thick carpets and perhaps she doesn’t quite know what everyone will think of her.

It’s not like she bedded a noble before, and she only had thoughts for Emmnellain’s eager sweetness and not his station last night. Truthfully, it’s hard to wrap her head around what that means – maybe it means nothing at all – but she doesn’t really understand how Ishgard functions. Haurchefant only spoke of a refuge from the situation in Ul’dah, and very little of the politics of Ishgard; save its isolationism. He probably did not have in mind that she would bed his brother.

“Excuse me!”

Someone is interrupting her thoughts, the same voice that woke her. Meryta sticks her head out of the blankets; Honoroit is at the foot of the bed, his face a perfectly polite mask.

Perhaps it’s not the first time he’s found someone in his Lords bed, but that doesn’t help with the embarrassment. Perhaps it’s normal for servants and retainers to barge into their liege’s rooms, but at home such a thing would be unthinkable, no-one would dare to disturb a khan, even if there were only a tent wall between them and the world. She curbs the need to hide under the blankets.

“Can you pass me my shirt, please,” she says instead. It is tossed aside in the middle of the room, on top of the scattered flowers. Her pants, at least, should be next to the bed.

Honoroit finds her shirt without directions, and wordlessly hands it to her.

“My lord Emmanellain. The Count except you for breakfast. Anon.” Honoroit speaks a little louder, steadfast averting his eyes from her.

Emmanellain finally stirs, reaching for her, mumbling into the pillow. He tightens the grip around her, and she shakes his shoulder, pulling the blanket down from his face.

“My Lord –,” Honoroit begins again.

“Pray wait outside, Honoroit.”

“Please do hurry, Emmanellain. Or I shall return with a bucket of water.”

The youngster gives a short bow, and leaves, closing the door firmly with a pleading look to Meryta. She moves out from the blankets, free to find the rest of her clothes, but Emmanellain’s hand reaches for her.

“Meryta. Must you leave. It is still so very early.”

His hand wanders over her arm and across her belly, the caress pleasant and enticing. She forces herself to move.

“Your father and Honoroit are waiting. I should go, Emmanellain.”

She leans over and kisses him just once more. As she leaves, her tail flicks across his chest and pulls the blankets off him. He’s quick, quicker than she thought, and manages to catch it, giving a slight tug. She lets out a small yelp as it elicits a sheer bolt of want from her.

As tempting as it is to stay, she does not want to keep him from his duties, and she does not want to be the cause of further ire from his father. Meryta appreciates the Count’s kindness more than she can ever hope to repay, but it is evident his kindness does not always extend to his youngest son.

Emmanellain lets go with a huff, and sits up, rubbing his eyes. She shimmies on her pants, before she can change her mind.

“I’ll see you later,” she says, and slips out the door. She’s certainly not going to join him for breakfast with his father and most likely Atoriel too. She does not want the eldest brother’s stern gaze on her, nor witness his disdain for Emmanellain right now.

Meryta takes a moment to orient herself in the hallway, jacket over her arm and work boots in her hand. She does not want the risk of running into anyone else from the household – or pray forbid, Alphinaud – but she realizes that she does not know quite how to get back to her own room. Why does the manor have to be so large, with the same plush carpet in every direction?

A hand reaches for her arm and stops her before she can hurry down the hall to look for a familiar portrait or decoration. Honoroit has an anxious look on his face.

“Mistress Khatin. Please do let my Lord down gently.”

She frowns and doesn’t know how to reply. She had not thought of engaging with him again, or needing to let him down in any way. She will see him here, of course, but she had expected no more than a night of shared enjoyment.

She wouldn’t say no though. Not after last night. Meryta doesn’t know how lordlings work but he seems to romance where he can, throwing his affections towards people who cross his path without second thoughts. Mayhap Honoroit’s concern is not unwarranted, she wonders how often those affections are returned. They must be though, as he certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

She flushes and turns her thoughts back to the present, nodding silently at Honoriot. Satisfied, the boy disappears before she can ask him for directions. Meryta sighs, and goes left.

She’ll be gentle with Emmanellain – and hopefully he will be with her.

#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv fanfic #final fantasy 14 fanfic #emmanellain de fortemps #meryta khatin #wol x emmanellain #writing about meryta #the last bit!#I wanted to get to this scene #I had fun!#viking writes #published 11/27/2023

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vaporvipermedia · 11 months

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Kei’s Relationships

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Wanted to go more in depth with Kei’s Relationship with some of the main cast. This is just a few by the way! If you’re curious about Kei’s relationship with other main cast characters my ask box is always free!

First up is…

Ramshackle-

Grim:

At first, Kei found Grim to be slightly annoying. His tendency to get in trouble and tiresome attitude really got on her nerves. These two would bicker at each other everyday whenever they couldn’t come to an agreement on something.

But overtime, Kei started to tolerate Grim and learned more about his personality. Most importantly, Grim’s love for attention. She would often sneak in some head rubs and chin scratches when he gets all huffy. He would be caught off guard all the time and say that Kei was wasting his time with this affection. But of course, he actually enjoyed it.

Their bickering turned playful and the moments between them became more pleasant. They also began to partner up with each other during investigations. Even if Grim still has his moments, Kei is happy to have a friend like him.

Heartslabyul-

Ace:

Ah yes, Ace…Kei’s second pain to deal with. He was put off by his behavior on day one. From Ace making fun of him for having zero knowledge on the Great Seven, ditching Kei and Grim when they were meant to clean all the windows in the school. Yeah, let's just say they had a rough start with one another.

Even after adapting to his behavior, Kei still can’t help but find his mischievous side tiresome. But after all of those hardships, she started to treat Ace differently. From

“Oh you got in trouble again? Of course you did, and I’m not helping you either” to “I can’t believe you…Fine! I’ll help you out just this one time.”(She then continued to get Ace out of different situations)

Although Ace still teases Kei, he’s still loyal towards her and tries to help her out whenever she’s in a messy situation.

Deuce:

The person Kei tolerates most. She always found Deuce’s drive to be an honors student admirable. Kei didn’t mind if he was a slow learner, she sees how much effort he puts into his school work.

Anytime Deuce finds himself struggling on a subject, Kei takes time out of his day to help him out. Which makes Deuce feel a little bit bad, thinking that he’s wasting his time. But, Kei doesn’t mind at all! Often studying with Deuce and helping out whenever he could. From sending online sites to review on to writing important words as well their information on index cards, Kei does everything in his power as a way of helping out a friend.

Despite the fact that Deuce has a long way to go before he betters himself fully, he’s still appreciative towards Kei’s help and will make sure that no one disrespects her after all she did for his studies.

Pomefiore-

Vil:

It’s safe to say that Kei is Vil’s Guinea pig when it comes to makeup and outfits. As it turns out Vil himself started this relationship when he first met Kei in the school halls. He was struggling to find someone new to use his new skincare brand on.

Everyone in Pomefiore had their own collection of his products on hand so Vil needed someone new and willing for his test run. Lo and behold, he happened to bump into the prefect himself. But when taking a closer look at him, Vil saw how smooth Kei’s skin looked. As if he had his own routine he practiced daily. When asking what type of products he used, Kei just responded with “I don’t really use any. I have no money in this world to buy cleanser, so just I just sticked with splashing water on my face-“

Vil then grabbed Kei's wrist and dragged him to Pomefiore for an emergency facial cleansing. After that disastrous moment, Vil decided to teach Kei how to use his facial products and makeup properly. Inviting him daily to his dorm to make sure if he improved or not.

He was too traumatized by Kei's confession, doing everything to assure that his teachings stick inside Kei's head. Vil decided to declare Kei an honorary member because of how much he welcomed him over. He did it to check on his progress and so Rook could shut up about making him part of the dorm. Killing two birds with one stone.

Their relationship did eventually did switch from master and student to makeover mutuals months later. Doing each other’s makeup and fixing any visible mistakes. Vil has gotten over that “traumatic” moment ever since Kei improved for the better.

But he’ll never forget it for the rest of his life.

Ever…

Rook:

Oh boy I bet yall were just waiting for this one.

Kei at first didn’t like Rook. She thought he was just weird and too over the top for her to like. But, in later chapters his behavior started to be more tolerable towards Kei and she even accepted her given nickname “Chercheur de vérité.”

The more Kei looked at Rook’s eccentric nature and his obsession with beauty the more she became curious of him. Actively trying to go seek him out to learn about his personality. Rook even found this behavior to be quite intriguing for him. Usually, people tend to stay away from him, finding his behavior creepy and suspicious. But to see someone trying to come to him with such curiosity made Rook quite fond of the detective. Eventually inviting Kei into personal spots of his like studying in the forest behind Pomefiore or taking a stroll in the Botanical Garden.

Kei during these hangouts would just sit there intently listening to Rook’s outlandish stories that she wanted to believe were fake but couldn’t shake off the feeling of truth from each tale. Along with Rook consuming small parts of Kei’s personal history he was so greedy to learn more of her interests. Waiting for the day she could finally be vulnerable with him.

With their hangout sessions becoming more frequent, Kei started to look forward to their interactions together. Often finding himself thinking about Rook during his regular routine. From enjoying the way he laughs to wishing to hear more of his voice, Kei finally came to the realization…

Kei: I…I actually want to be with him. It was just out of interest before. Why is it different now? I think I have gone insane.

Grim: You think!?

When they met up inside the forest surrounding the sports field behind the school, Rook was bracing his bow while having idle chat with Kei.

Rook: Chercheur de vérité having these moments with you are quite enjoyable. It’s as if the Great Seven themselves bestowed you upon me to brighten up my day. Oh how poetic that scenario sounds! But enough of my ramblings. I’m interested in hearing more about your interest mademoiselle-

Kei: I want you.

Rook: Pardon?😀

Kei completely threw Rook off so much that he dropped his bow right out of his hands. He didn’t expect him to be so forward about his feelings. Rook had feelings for Kei as well but he thought that was going to confess first. He had a whole confession scene in his head for the past few months even telling Vil his plans on wooing Kei’s heart. He couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Not only by the suddenness of the confession but also how easily Kei shut down his original plan.

Once he calmed down, Rook cupped Kei’s hand, giving it a small peck saying “I want you more” to the already flustered prefect. Who knew that a detective could woo such an enigmatic hunter.

TL;DR

Two bitches fell in love because their fucking whimsy and pulled each other with their autistic rizz.

Epel:

Now if I were to describe Epel and Kei’s dynamic, it would be a rebellious nephew who likes hanging out with his cool uncle that lets him do whatever he wants. On any occasion Rook isn’t available to watch Epel, Vil puts Kei up to the task to keep an eye on him.

Big mistake on his part because these two had the most unforgettable moments together. Epel would always pretend to be annoyed about it in front of Vil, making him believe it was some kind of punishment for him. But drops that whole act as soon as they’re both away from Pomefiore. They made the most of their time together, from apple carving to browsing Sam's shop for unique trinkets. They not only find each other amusing, also relate to each other when it comes to being reliable to others. Having conversations about how they wish they could do more for their family and friends instead of being “useless” as they put it. Promising that they’ll work on their struggles together for others and themselves.

It’s safe to say that Epel is Kei’s favorite out of the first year group. She doesn’t want Ace & Deuce to know ever since she stated she doesn’t pick favorites before. They would never let her live that down.

Diasomnia:

Malleus:

It’s honestly so funny thinking about how Kei and Malleus met. This man has literally appeared out of nowhere multiple times in the middle of the night outside of Ramshackle, talks all mysterious and vague like an old scholar, then just disappears with a bunch of firefly-like lights surrounding him. And what is Kei’s response to this?

Kei: Hm. Yeah not surprised anymore.

And he just lets him come back every time he wants to talk. It was largely just them hurling their hyperfixations at each other to the point where they learned a lot from each chat. Kei now understands the distinction between Gargoyles and Grotesques and is more versed about Gothic architecture. Malleus has a better understanding of human psychology, often psycho analyzing his fellow dorm leaders. Much to their distaste. (They probably assume he has mind-reading abilities now.)

Even after knowing his real name, Kei still calls Malleus, Tsunotarou much to Sebek’s dismay. It’s just what he’s used to. If a funny magic man can call him “Child of Man” a simple little human can name him “Tsunotarou.”

With how much they bonded in the later chapters, it's no surprise that they're both in the same club. They'll most likely be present anywhere there's a Gargoyle. Whether it’s late at night or in the afternoon. Photographing the statues and themselves. Malleus puts them in his bedside table drawer for the sake of memory. It makes him happy that he has a friend who isn't intimidated by him and actually asks him to hangout. He’d be devastated if Kei were to, oh I don’t know…leave Twisted Wonderland and find his way back home. Yeah that’d be crazy right?

…Right?

In conclusion these two neurodivergent besties should not be separated. Malleus will raise hell if that is the case.

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