#clingy boone

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Clingy!Boone HCs

➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ A/N » Does this count as clingy? Or is it just physically affectionate?

Boone isn’t a very talkative person, however, when I’m private, he can be incredibly touchy.

He’ll hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder, while he relaxes into your touch, relishing the moments he has with you before you both have to go fight in the final war at Hoover Dam.

He’ll ask to go with you whenever you have to leave for a quest, and he’ll argue all the reasons that he should until you finally relent and allow him to tag along. He can’t imagine his life when he’s not beside you.

He always tugs your hand to pull you behind a rock, blocking you both from view as a group of legionaries march past, unaware of the two of you lurking. He’ll keep hold of your hand king after they’re all gone, loving the warm feeling it gives him before he, unwillingly, lets it go.

Whenever the two of you are dressing up to hit the town in Vegas, he’ll offer to zip up your dress or tie your tie just so he can stand a little closer to you before he walks you to the casinos.

He always jumps at the opportunity to kiss the crown of your head.

He’s always watching out for you. He’s sizing up anyone who comes near and will always be quick to step in front of you if anyone ever tried anything.

He’ll rest his hand on the small of your back and gently guide you through the crowds of people on the Strip to ensure you and him don’t separate or get lost from one another.

He’ll wrap an arm around you as you sleep, holding you close against his chest as he breathes in your scent.

He feels this strong ache in his chest whenever you two are apart.

He won’t ever admit it, but he loves when you let him lay in your lap. He calms him down so quickly and he’ll almost always fall asleep.

He likes to trace his fingers along your arms and shoulders whenever the two of you are sitting silently together.

He loves following you around. It doesn’t matter where you’re going, he’s just happy to be able to come along. He loves being around you and especially loves guarding you against anything the wasteland conjures.

He doesn’t want to have to leave you during the night when you’re in Novac, so he’ll ask if you want to sit up in the dinosaur with him instead. You could fall asleep on all the blankets you took up there, or talk his ear off, but as long as you’re there with him he’ll be happy.

Boone is so scared of losing you, so he always tries to be there. At every turn, in any setting, he wants to be by your side. You won’t have to suffer the same fate as so many in the Mojave, he’ll make sure of it.

[sporkberries]

Me and the courier i pulled by having a dead wife

[kangals]

stellina but a cat or butters but a dog?

oh stellina cat 100%. a stellina cat would just be a loud, fluffy cat who likes to get into all your shit and cause problems but it is actually super placid. a butters dog would act nice but then randomly chomp the shit out of your hands for no reason when it felt you wronged it.

[brainddeadd]

Hello! Could you do a Tyler Owen’s x f reader where they finished a tornado wrangling that day that was a little too much of a close call (and she has like trauma or smth) and so when they get back to the motel they have a campfire and she gets really drunk and clingy with Tyler and she spills on the story. Fluffy w/ lil angst.

also if you do write it, can you tag me :)

Tyler Owens x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, tornado 🌪 shit, alcohol, past trauma, angst, friends to something more

For @lizzielovesmovies

Tyler watches as you stumble over to the Wranglers who are all sprawled out around the campfire they've got going. You've got a beer Boone handed you in one hand as you plop on the floor, just a little too close to the fire for Tyler's liking.

Wandering over, Tyler's approaches slowly, hoping not to spook you the way Dani did earlier. Lily notices his approach from her place in front of you, nudging your foot in an effort to settle you. Turning, your eyes widen and a goofy grins spreads across your face.

"Tyyyyy-" oh shit you're drunk.

Tyler sits next to you on the floor, letting you lean into him, and it takes him by surprise when he realises that you're shaking.

"Shit, you cold?" He feels you shake your head, and his heart sinks in his chest. So you're scared. That's worse. A lot worse.

He lets you sit in silence for a moment before he feels your body shaking against his and your chest heaving.

"Shit, baby, talk to me," his arms curl around you, a gentle tug pulling you into his chest. A sob claws its way from your chest, and he feels his constrict.

"Baby, talk to me." Turning in his arms, you curl into his chest, your face hidden from him, but he can feel the tears marking his shirt.

He holds you for some time, letting you cry, until he feels your body still against his. Gently, he stands, Boone helping keep him steady as his arms hold you close.

He climbs the stairs to his motel room slowly, wincing as the metal creaks under his weight.

Once he reaches the room, he's careful as he places you on the bed, his hands moving your hair from your face, heart breaking at the lingering tears wetting your face.

The sun is shining when you wake in the morning, head pounding and mouth dry. Sitting up slowly, you're startled when you see Tyler sleeping in the chair just off to the side.

Gasping, you jump up, body shaking as the cold air hits. Tyler twitches in his sleep, and you try to pull the door open, but the hinges squeak, and Tyler turns his head to face you, a frown taking over his features.

"Baby, where are you going?" His voice is groggy and deep, and he scrubs his hand over his face.

"I-"

"Don't go, please," his voice is uncharacteristically quiet, "we don't have to- I won't ask- we-"

"People died." Your voice is so quiet he almost doesn't hear you. Almost. The pain in your words makes him flinch.

"Baby-"

"They died, and I couldn't do anything to help them." Whispering, you move closer to him, and he reaches out for you. "I couldn't save them."

Gently, he takes your hand and pulls you closer to him, your body between his legs.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," his hand strokes the back of your thigh gently. "There's nothing you could have done, baby. Tornadoes are wild and unfair."

[weirdocat83]

Because I’m still fixated on return of Mount hua sect:

Fic Idea!

I’ve seen a lot of people do “Tang Bo reincarnates too” fanfics (which, I love y’all. Plz keep writing) but I haven’t seen one where he’s there from the beginning. Canon rewrite style.

Like, imagine Chung Myung reincarnates as per canon but a few minutes after realizing (and getting information) Tang Bo, freshly reincarnated and just as confused overhears Chung Myung getting information and they figure out that they reincarnated together! So they make their way to Mount hua and canon events occur but this time there’s someone helping Chung Myung in his shenanigans and that changes things just a little.

Chung Myung having someone on his level to rely on would be a HUGE boon to him while doing things (plus having someone to yell at him for doing stupid shit in secret [*cough* using his literal life force and almost dying *cough*].) Someone to join in his suffering not only when the past becomes a bit too much but also when he feels the unfairness of what happened to Mount Hua and himself. Someone who acknowledges with him all the people that died in the war that didn’t get remembered and how unfair it is that the current generation of Mount Hua is weak because there was nobody to teach them how to be strong or how to manage things. Someone to talk to when things get rough, you know?

But also just the hilarity of both of them being gremlins from the beginning. I mean, Chung Myung has said it himself, Tang Bo is a bit of a crazy bastard. Which is rich coming from him, but also that kinda shows how crazy Tang Bo is. It’d be interesting to see them causing trouble, especially if they’re clingy because ✨trauma✨. It’d be funny if anyone from/allied with mount hua just has the general knowledge that if you see one, the other isn’t far behind. Tang Bo will walk down the streets for shopping but Chung Myung is probably on the roofs of said stores watching. Or if Chung Myung is out in the forest training Tang Bo is either on standby to make sure he’s ok or training himself within earshot but not close enough to be seen. This may go on to the point that if they are forced to separate for some reason or another it feels really weird and unnatural for everyone involved, not just them.

Also the whole tang clan confrontation would be 1000x funnier. Because Tang Bo is no longer really related to them he gets a lot of questions about his name (unless he changes it for secrecy?). Tang Bo watching from the sidelines as his dagger techniques getting used by his family to fight mount hua. Tang Bo, horrified and laughing in the background as Chung Myung is proposed to by his descendant because that man is 82 even if he looks like a teenager. Also Tang Bo seeing what his family has become over time.

Idk I have thoughts because the funny poison man lives rent free in my brain.

[padawansuggest]

Writing that fic I made a post about like at least a year ago where Dooku and Obi-Wan are both deaged at the exact same time and Dooku is back to normal while Obi-Wan is in his Melida|Daan era and both feral and clingy (he WOULD likely be clinging to Dooku more than Cody but they told him they’re not gonna let him be alone with Dooku yet so Cody who’s been absolutely doting on him since it all started is the next best option) and a few things happened in this fic that I didn’t expect but I’m obsessed with 1: three clone ocs got caught in the deaging blast with Obi (Crys is an OC right? He’s sorta one of those placement OCs like Helix, right? So it counts. Maybe we should call that FC for fan character… idk) and so Waxer and Boil only avoided babying Obi by boon of them having three cadets to adopt Right There lol. And 2: Obi tried to stand up (and I think I made this cause I was like ‘he needs to have trouble running or he’s gonna dart off and they’ll have to chase her feral ass’ lmao) and Cody panicked and noticed his leg is mega swollen around the ankle and Obi likely can’t walk on it and he asks if he has other injuries and Obi-Wan sorta just gets really quiet for a moment and lists off a few but HE ENDED THE LIST WITH ‘it’s sorta painful to sit’ CODY IS NOW IN PROTECTIVE MANDALORIAN BUIR MODE HES ABOUT TO BEAT AOMEONES ASS OH GOD

And. Yeah. It was what. What you might think (No don’t make me write those words out I won’t even write it in the fic okay I’m skirting all my triggers like a figure skater deal with it) and so. Yeah. There are about to be a lot of people angry with Qui-Gon Jinn very soon.

Normally. I like to forgive and forget. He’s an asshole but that little boy was attached to him by the time he was 20 okay they were very much parent and child by that point and I move on from that much like Obi does, but unfortunately, the last memories Obi will have of Qui will be him cutting his braid and taking his saber and that’s Not Right and Dooku even says so and that it’s horrible that his Padawan, his SON did that to his grandbaby he is. In fact. Pissed. And will be having words with his ghost soon.

Anyways. Cody is about to murder someone and I feel like the shock of realizing what Qui did to Obi-Wan is gonna fuck Anakin up and drive him closer to Dooku and the Jedi who knew Qui around that time instead of further towards Palpatine so they can do some damage control.

[melsie-sims2]

One Sim down and 19 more to go before Nadine fulfills her lifetime want.

She was pretty happy with her choice too. Boone didn't seem like a clingy guy or the type to ask too much of her. He could run his diner. She'd run her bar.

They could have fun together sometimes, and just leave it at that.

[void-ink-studios]

Some Notes on Luna

I'm sleepy but vibin, so here's a few notes on the kiddo introduced in the last chapter, Luna, before I head to bed.

Their design is based on moths, two in particular. Their color comes from the Mint Moth, while their wing design, name, and general fluff factor come from Luna Moths.

Luna is a strange little hybrid, so they inherited some powers from both, but also doesn't have either of their dad's full arsenal.

From Scarab, they can fly, have heightened senses and mobility, and a degree of shapeshifting. However, their secondary set of arms are much smaller and less dexterous than their primary, their teeth aren't nearly as vicious as Scarab's, and their shell is notably weaker. They also can't really just put their limbs back in place the way Scarab can, although this is less of an issue due to how their limbs are put together.

From Prismo, they have quite the innate talent for magic (not quite Prismo's wish magic), and a degree of fluidity with their physical form (their limbs float in pieces, so things like blades kinda just... slip through the gaps). They don't have the same dominion over the Time Room as either of their dads, but the walls do listen to them. They can't dive in and out of them like Prismo, unfortunately. Their magic can't rewrite reality, so no rogue universes running around, but when they get older, they can grant powerful boons to those they favor.

Luna's a clingy kid. They get very upset when Scarab has to leave for Auditor duties and refuses to let go of them when he comes back. They cling to Prismo all the time as well, which the Wishmaster absolutely loves. They hang onto Prismo's back. They tried to do the same to Scarab, but that hurts his shoulders a lot, so they accept clinging to his chest. This earned them the nicknames "little spider" or "little tick".

They ask questions. A lot of questions. It's a lot of "why" and "how" whenever something mildly intriguing enters the Time Room. Both their dads are happy to answer questions, although Prismo sometimes gives them nonsense answers for the laughs, much to Scarab's annoyance.

They have tried, repeatedly, to sneak out to follow Scarab on his "adventures" but both dads have caught them in the act. Scarab has to remind them quite a bit that his job is dangerous, especially for a little moth like them.

That's what I got for now, so enjoy until the next chapter!

[pamsimmerstories]

they are so back together

beautiful things - benson boone

previous || next

♫ For a while there, it was rough

But lately, I've been doin' better

Than the last four cold Decembers

I recall

And I see my family every month

I found a girl my parents love

She'll come and stay the night

And I think I might have it all

And I thank God every day

For the girl He sent my way

But I know the things He gives me

He can take away

And I hold you every night

And that's a feeling I wanna get used to

But there's no man as terrified

As the man who stands to lose you

Oh, I hope I don't lose you

Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take These beautiful things that I've got

Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take These beautiful things that I've got ♫

-

[avery]: freya, i love you. i always have. i’m sorry i was so stupid and i never said it before...

[freya]: it’s okay

[avery]: no, freya. it’s not okay. you deserved better. i’m so so sorry. i love you. i won’t stop saying that now

[freya]: just promise to never run again. we’ll need to talk when you’re dealing with something. no running.

[avery]: i’m sorry i made you feel so insecure to be with me

[freya]: it’s okay now

[avery]: look at me, freya

[freya]: what?

[avery]: i love you :)

[freya]: you said it, three times now.

[avery]: did i say you should get used to it? because i have years of lost time to say it.

[freya]: you’re being silly right now

[avery]: *grins* i have to get used to the clingy avery now.

[freya]: i guess i can deal with that. will you invite me in or...?

[avery]: of course... i just can’t promise to do anything other than sleep. i’m still very sore.

[freya]: geez! i wouldn’t ask you for that the way you’re right now. i just think we still have things to talk.

[avery]: thank god! because i really can’t.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Darling mutual of mine please please give me more about the first two snippets, like I'm wondering why the sect leader visited Shen Yuan, is it in any of your already mentioned works in progress? (Actually about the tea that the original Shen used to detect qi deviations, if it was drunk by the sect leader would he have any reaction because of the sword thing? Sorry I'm rambling)

And it was with those practice sheets strewn across his table that he reluctantly welcomed his Zhangmen-shixiong into his bamboo house. The man had had his familiar kicked dog eyes in full force when he'd gone to check who was knocking at his door, and he had been weak to it. He hadn't shown it, of course. No, he'd looked the sect leader up and down with a critical eye before snapping his fan open. Covering the bottom half of his face to hide the put upon downturn of his lips, before he'd welcomed the man in, instructing him to sit down whilst he made tea. A more minor but no less helpful boon of the muscle memory of the original Shen Qingqiu was how to prepare tea the ancient Chinese way.  Taking his time searching through the sachets he landed on a particularly sweet tea that had the unusual properties of becoming unnaturally sour when exposed to turbulent atmospheric qi. Shen Qingqiu suspected the original had used it to help detect when he was entering into a qi deviation.

So, I'll answer your questions segment by segment!

The sect leader visited SQQ bc of the fact that someone complained to him that Shen Qingqiu had a cool code language and wouldn't tell anyone about it and how it's totally unfair that just him (the sect leader) and SQQ get to know it! And so he went to investigate because of [redacted reasons explained later in the wip ;)]!!

Also the tea thing; so Yuan *thinks* it's to detect qi deviations and that is part of it, but also turbulent atmospheric qi makes it *super* bitter and it just so happens to be the tea OG!SQQ used every time the sect leader weaselled his way into having sit-down tea time with SQQ, so poor YQY always thought SQQ gave him tea that started sweet but turned super nasty the longer it seeps but it's literally just OG!SQQ projecting so much resentment at him that it turns his tea bitter! And hm, I hadn't considered it but yeah I bet the tea would also turn sour because of the whole sword issue and SQQ would just never notice because of the above explanation!! He's too busy causing literal psychic damage to the tea to notice!

And the provided context for this snippet is a au wherein Shen YUAN was the past life of Shen JIU and only a few small things were kept in his mind during the life cycle change like him having memories of two older brothers and a baby sister and english. (joke abt language teachers being a traumatic experience inserted here) And so little Shen Jiu teaches baby Yue Qi about this secret language only *he* can read, write and speak. And it's their code from then on.

Well, due to the system and the qi deviation that let it slip in, Shen JIU's memories and Shen YUAN's full past life memories were returned so for Shen YUAN it feels like transmigration but it's not. And to keep up his english skills for reasons explain a bit earlier on than the provided snippet he uses sheets of paper to keep his writing skills in tip top shape a rather intense argument is going to break out between SQQ and YQY over the contents of the sheet!

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It was a testament to how well the sect leader hid his clingy muddle-mouthed side that people had thought Shen Qingqiu was acting irrational. Or spoilt for that matter. It was more like Shen Qingqiu was being bought with all these wonderfully expensive trinkets to either keep quiet about how much of a fool the sect leader was behind closed doors or about whatever had made the sect leader so foolish in the first place. Whatever it was must have been earth shattering for him to keep it up after the peak lord had lost most of his memories - maybe he feared that would be one thing Shen Qingqiu wouldn't forget, vindictive as his memories had seemed to make him. Or perhaps that had been one thing his shixiong had remembered, they were the only two in the room when the Qing Jing peak lord had arisen after his qi deviation after all.

And this second section!!

Ah, Liushen my beloved.

@vveirdnobdy and I are working on a liushen prompt list (sorry for the tag bestie) between ourselves atm and this is for the prompt 'bad habits' and since many of my ideas for the prompts revolve around my favourite liushen concept of courting and fan-returns it only felt right to have that be the focus of this prompt! But this particularly extract is from Liu Qingge's pov reminiscing on how SQQ has been really bitchy lately and comes to the (incorrect) conclusion it's because SQQ keeps having to have meetings with YQY bc he's accidentally intercepting covert correspondence.

What is actually happening is that SQQ is leaving little notes in his fans for his faithful shidi to find that are either confessing his feelings or flirting with LQG, but he's so dedicated to protecting the sanctity of their sect tactician's privacy he's never opened them and keeps returning them unopened. This leads to SQQ realising he's working against a brick wall but determined to push through anyway- leaving him very annoyed and then leads to LQG's above (incorrect) realisation.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

How The FNV Companions (+Yes Man and The King) Act When They're Jealous

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic

Boone doesn't get jealous often, but he makes it painfully obvious when he does. He'll deny it, but you can tell something's off by the way he stands straighter and looms over you more. He'll change his posture to make himself seem more intimidating and larger in general. Sometimes he'll even snake an arm around your waist, pull you into his chest, and just breathe into your ear, all while watching whoever it was that made him feel this way to begin with. It usually does the trick in warding people off.

Arcade gets jealous fast. You can tell almost immediately when he is. He'll try to distract you with little tasks to get you away from whoever it is that's making him feel that way. He gets especially upset when someone starts looking at you suggestively. He finds it to be incredibly disrespectful, but he's also just trying his hardest to justify feeling so strongly about it. A lot of the time, he'll just grab your arm and pull you away from situations like that, but other times, he'll just stand there with his arms crossed and huff.

Raul tends to get more insecure than jealous. He's worried that you'll find someone who's human or younger than he is and leave him. He gets especially jealous when people start touching you, platonically or not, although, the only way you'll know if he's jealous or not is when he says something sarcastically that holds little hints about how he's feeling.

You'll know Cass is jealous when she throws her arm around your shoulders or your waist. She gets really possessive and tries to make it as clear as possible that you're dating her. If the person starts to outright flirt with you or do something that crosses all sorts of lines then she'd start sending small threats their way to alleviate the situation.

Veronica doesn't really get jealous, she's more defensive if anything. If she thinks someone crossing a line or boundary of any kind she'll be quick to step in and put an end to it, but other than that, she won't do anything.

Yes Man gets jealous way more often than you'd think. He can do all the things that other person can? Why didn't you just go to him?? He'll be ridiculously passive about it the entire time, saying small things that undermine the other person's capabilities in whatever you asked of them, then he'll be really clingy for about a week after.

The King also isn't prone to jealousy too often, but when he is, he makes a show of it. He'll make out with you right then and there if he feels the need to and all the other King members would cheer him on. He's not at all scared of pda and would gladly show you off if that's what it took to get others off of you.

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@blissfullyapillow : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Diavolo

-> [ Despite his title and what one might expect of it, Diavolo is quite pleasant and friendly! ] It truly does not matter how formal or reserved you might initially come off, because he’s still going to approach you with enthusiasm. That said, he might come off as a bit… overbearing and overwhelming at first. And probably not what you’d expect from the future king of the Devildom. In any case, he is not at all daunted if it takes a while to get to know you, either. He eventually got close to Lucifer, after all, and you come off as far nicer and sweeter than him (despite your RBF).

-> [ He is a very good balance of empathetic and rational. ] Diavolo is kind, fair, and compassionate - willing to see things from the perspective of others, willing to put effort into making things better for others. But he is also very level-headed and wise, which is a boon to his current position. As his partner, you get the best of this balance of his; he is happy to comfort you and reassure you if needed, but he can also give you thoughtful and tempered advice if you’re feeling lost or frustrated. He is truly a great sounding board - perhaps a bit biased since he’s fond of you, but he will be tactfully honest when he needs to be.

-> [ Arrogant at times, perhaps - but definitely not lazy, rude, or unambitious. ] Meaning he generally doesn’t embody traits you tend to dislike in others. His arrogance only rears its head at times; typically when he feels the need to show off or make use of his title. It isn’t often, though. He’s definitely confident and self-secure; but he has enough humbleness on a day-to-day basis that it’s not irritating or frustrating for you. On a similar note, he truly adores your different sides - he loves the you that is intelligent, passionate, and resilient; he also loves the you who is clingy, goofs off, and gets emotional.

-> [ He makes an attempt to participate in your hobbies with you. ] Diavolo feels that sharing hobbies and interests is a good way to connect and bond. Video games are so interesting to him, but he really struggles when it comes to figuring them out. You’re pretty patient, though, so you’re happy to show him the ropes if he seems interested in whatever you’re playing. He probably doesn’t read terribly often, but enjoys picking up a book here and there in his downtime. He’d love it if you gave him book recommendations, and he’ll keep an eye out on books that might suit your preferred genres.

-> [ Diavolo often plans out very romantic dates. ] Seriously, more often than not he pulls out all the stops, simply because he has the means to do so. The perks of being the heir to the Devildom… In any case, casual dates aren’t really a thing with him, unless you count going out and grabbing some coffee together or sitting down for a quick tea in the afternoons. Fancy restaurants, stargazing in the gardens with snacks and wine, day trips out of the city.. If you ever want a calm, cozy indoor date, you should probably drop him a hint. Or even plan a night in with him - he’d love it, and he effortlessly makes it just as sweet and romantic as any other date with you.

-> [ He often tends to be busy as the future king of the Devildom, but he makes spending time with you a major priority outside of work. ] It is extremely important that he has time for you in his life - because there’s no point in entertaining a relationship if he’s not going to be there for you. Of course, you’re sensible enough to know that his work tends to eat up a fair amount of his time and energy. But you can’t help but appreciate when he does prioritize you, when he makes sure to spend the time with you truly focusing on you.

-> [ Definitely a bit goofy, and also has his moments where he’s unintentionally funny. ] Diavolo is such a pleasant guy that half the time he laughs right along with you even if he’s not quite sure what you’re laughing at. Might be a bit confused when he finds out it was just some funny noise that set you into a fit of giggles, but hey, who is he to judge? There’s nothing wrong with embracing joy and laughter whenever you can. He does have a solid sense of humor, though, and does enjoy sending silly texts back and forth with you, emojis and stickers and all.

-> [ Diavolo is your biggest fan and supporter! ] Honestly, what kind of partner would he be if he didn’t support you? But he’s almost overbearingly vocal about how he’s so proud of you (and it honestly makes you melt). Strongly encourages you to pursue any of your interests or passions - and if he can help in any way at all, you can count on it. Not that you want to take advantage of his resources and connections, but he insists. Consider it a gift, from him to you, for putting up with him. For him, it’s rewarding enough to see you indulge in your passions and to live life the way you want.

[pisspope]

cat ive got couple coming right up

🐶💕(this one esp)💚💤🌟💋🛡

and the last but not least✅whos the housewife of the household (aka does all the cooking and cleaning and will look stunning in a backless apron)

speak i listen 🎤🎤🎤

oh for u mae? anything

🐶: If you and your f/o were to get a pet, what would it be?

Okay so in canonverse we have two rats that are retirees from a marleyan science experiment. one of ems got a piece of ear missing and the other is mostly blind but zeke likes to set them on his shoulders while he reads the paper. Sees them as kindred spirits (Beast being used for science experiments and all), also jokes about them having the same amount of time left (rats only live about two years). Which... jeez zeke. Hilarious but jeez.

In modern aus we have a kid named Xavier and until she's able to speak we call her our pet but otherwise?? Too busy. Might get a cat in our later years though.

💕: Who’s the clingier one in the relationship?

it's zeke he's soooooo whiny. like once ur his person u r His Person and he will not let you forget it for a second. gets out of work or some activity early and is calling you up like "why aren't you homeeeeee I wanna watch tvvvvvv". Not physically clingy but verbally and emotionally clingy. Sends u a text and then sends "🥺" every five minutes until you respond.

💚: Who gets jealous?

BOTH. we both act like we're hot shit but also secretly think the other person is settling. I keep it on the dl then get a little buzzed and say "do u like [person] better than me be honest 👉👈🥺" and he has to reassure me that no, now and forever everyone but me can suck eggs. zeke will get fake jealous because I think it's sexy ("saw u waving at the mailman today. fucking tart." then we [redacted][redacted][redacted]), but also gets actually jealous specifically when I talk about my thing for older men. Def have a come-to-ymir moment in the idol au after I flirt too much with label director Zachary if u catch my drift.

💤: Do you sleep together? If so, describe your sleeping positions and patterns (E.g. who steals the blankets, are either of you insomniacs, etc.)

So we do sleep in the same bed but,,,,,, our sleep schedules are insanely fucked. Like it's been known to happen on occasion that I go to bed before midnight and he doesn't wake up at 4 AM to eat a cheese stick and crash on the couch watching markiplier but it's rare. actually a boon in aus where we have a kid or two because one of us is usually up at any point during the day or night to answer inane requests. both sleep in fetal position backs to each other asses touching bc if I see his bits or he sees mine it's on sight ://// horn dogs :///

🌟: Who’s the tease in the relationship?

Me :) although he stone faces his way through it in public. second we're home though teehee I'm in danger (affectionate). 100% a pants wearer so the second I walk out of the bathroom in a skirt he knows I'm gonna be flirty and obnoxious all fucking day. eyes rolling into the back of his head but he secretly enjoys it.

💋: Where are your favorite places to kiss your f/o/where are their favorite places to kiss you?

I like to smooch him right underneath his jaw where his beard is sparse so I can kiss and then pull at the longer stubble so he yelps. also kissing his stomach and pulling at his chest hairs, a little mean and a little sweet at the same time.

hes an inner thigh kisser and biter no doubt in my damn mind. also likes pressing kisses to the lips down there idk idk idk

🛡: Who’s the more protective one?

hmm see this is a tough call because it's kind of neither? we're pretty independent of one another so we end up holding our own a lot. I do have a tendency to just lay down and take it when someone's mean though so if zekes in the room when that happens? oh I pity whoever spoke ill of me. but this is only if I'm in the room and its more of him defending me because I didn't stick up for myself, like if someone were to talk shit and I weren't there? He'd probably just shrug it off or even chuckle and agree. So yeah. Cake is not winning a chivalry contest any time soon.

✅️: Who does the housework?

Trick question because Zeke does the chores to the best of his ability in a little "May the Forks Be With You" Star Wars apron but his best is my half-assed. so he does the chores and I thank him soooo much then while he sleeps or does work I pick up the detail work. type to glass clean all the windows but not dust all the surfaces ynow. neither of us can cook tho :/ zeke boils hot dogs and expects a compliment for using the stove

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Hihi! I dunno if you take requests but I've been thinking about this for the last like 3 hours.

How would 141 or Kortac react to them getting in a argument with their s/o that got to the point they were gonna walk out for air and their s/o panics.

S/o has been in relationships where they had to beg for their partner to stay. So they subconsciously panic and get on their knees. Saying/yelling the words from the song "beautiful things" by Benson Boone while their on their knees practically sobbing

I love Angst lol sorry

- Marshmellow ❤️

noo i love the angst ! i got a bit carried away.

based on “beautiful things” by Benson Boone

- italics indicate song lyrics

Price had always tried to be a levelheaded man. He certainly needed a certain degree of patience for his status as Captain, but he hated bringing his work attitude home. Unfortunately, this also meant he could get worked up sometimes. He was always fighting somebody and he hated fighting with you the most. There were sometimes it got too heated and he needed to walk out to get air.

It wasn’t you, more so him. It’s hard to entirely drop the role of needing to be in power and he would never forgive himself if he even raised his voice at you. But heading briskly to the door he sees the look in your eyes and the damage is done. “Sweetheart..” he started, wanting to backtrack immediately.

He didn’t care who was at fault it wasn’t worth losing your happiness. As he started to walk to you he didn’t anticipate you surfing forward and kneeling in front of him. Your hands clasped like you were praying for him to stay while you weeped. “I didn’t mean it. I don’t want to lose you! I didn’t- I-“ you gasped for air, Price’s heavy hands interrupting you by falling on your shoulders.

“In and out,” he instructed your breathing. As you shakily steadied yourself Price slid the palm of his calloused hand and tilted your head up. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? I would never leave you like that.” Your lower lip quivered as you spoke, “I know the things the world gives me it can take away. I'm up at night thinkin' I just might lose it all. Lose you.” The next words from Price’s mouth were instantaneous. “Never.”

Unlike Price, Soap is pretty impulsive. If something riles him up he’s running, either towards or away from it. This also included you. Soap wasn’t entirely aware of the pattern of behavior, all he knew is that when his fuse was lit he needed to get going. Sometimes he’d leave for quick runs or go to the gym, but tonight he’d gone on a drive.

It was supposed to be short but he’d stopped in a parking lot near the sea and watched the waves crash from his car. Time truly fell away from him and when he noticed he sped home. Soap stepped through the door, glancing around but you weren’t there. He could faintly hear your sniffles from the bedroom and his heart sank.

Soap pressed opened the door and slowly walked to the bed where you turned over. Desperation filled your eyes and Soap swore his heart couldn’t take anymore with how you flung yourself into his arms. “Lad/Lass…” His large arms encircled your frame as he pulled you tightly against him.

“So fuckin’ sorry time just…” “Don’t leave,” you whispered against him. “I need you, oh God, please stay.” Soap scooped you up against him, wordlessly crawling into bed. He didn’t bother to kick his shoes off only caring that you were comfortable in his arms. “Nowhere to be but here, with you.” Soap muttered and kissed your forehead. “It’s okay.”

Gaz was a hothead, but being a laidback person he could typically control his emotions rather than his emotions controlling him. There were still a few hot buttons though that if pressed could make him fired up. He would never take it out on you, knowing your history of relationships, but it also slips his mind sometimes.

Gaz is a clingy guy, but he forgets exactly why you can be clingy after fights rather than him needing to calm down. Don’t get me wrong if he could be there with open arms to comfort you, he would, but his brain moves a million miles a minute after arguing. It isn’t mentally possible for him to keep his composure that long. So he blows off steam by going outside and smoking a cig.

Not a healthy habit, but better than running off to god knows where. This was one of those instances though. Gaz wanted to give you both time to chill out, but he hadn’t caught your heartbroken look when he went to the bedroom to look for his pack of cigarettes. Tossing clothes to the side and grabbing his bag made it seem like he was leaving. Gaz was so in his head he didn’t see you at the doorway until he heard a small sob.

His head instinctively whipped around to see you, cradling your hand together like it was the only thing keeping you together. “Oh darling.” The two words broke the floodgates, tears pouring down your cheeks. “No no, hey hey, I won’t go smoke,” but the words fell on deaf ears. “Don't take this please. This beautiful thing that we’ve got, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me here! I can’t do it!”

Gaz instantly picked you up and headed to the bed to sit on the side. He knew where this was coming from and it filled him with indescribable rage to the people who made you feel like this in the past. “I would never treat you like that. They were fools.” He gritted out before kissing your forehead. “You’re safe. You’re safe here.”

Ghost knew of your past relationship issues. Before you’d even told him he knew that something had happened previously. He tried to remind himself of this when he was in arguments with you, but sometimes he needed to calm down. He needed to remind himself you weren’t against him.

After experiencing so many issues of people ‘naturally’ siding against him, it’s hard to know that you aren’t those people. Deep down he knows, but he also knows as his hand reaches the cool knob he needs a breather. That was until he felt your hand tug at the back of his jacket. Ghost turned around, eyes widening when you dropped to your knees before him.

If it was anyone else he would have thought it was pathetic, but seeing your hands bunch the jeans on his knees had his heart breaking. “Please please, I’m sorry. I was wrong, I found my mind, I'm feelin' sane. Please stay, I need you.” He doesn’t know what else to do besides kneeling in front of you and tugging you to his chest. “Not going anywhere, love.” And when you curl into him, tears staining his jacket, he knows he needs you as much as you need him.

[harveybwabbitficrebolgs29]

Submas Dragon Shifter au: How he acts when his rut is near.

Mature themes ahead, MINORS DNI

Reshiram! Emmet:

[Afab/Drag king! reader.]

{His rut starts mid to late winter.]

*Emmet gets very hot, and not in a attractive sense. I mean his body give off heat like a furnace and it can get to the point where plastic can start melting if he's nearby! He takes ice baths, hoards fans; keeps the AC cranked up to the highest setting! and it's still not enough to cool Emmet down! Luckily for Y/n (cos thanks to Emmet's boon) they're mostly immune to his temperature rise. He also gets very snappy due to his hormones being wonky!

*Gets veeeery clingy and lays the PDA on thick, when he and Y/n are out in public there will be holding hands hugs from behind, or Emmet will have them sit on his lap while he kisses their neck.

*Leaves hickeys everywhere! He wants people to know Y/n is his and only his to love, This little shit smirks as he watches Y/n fumble and stammer trying to explain the marks to their coworkers.

*Senses are jacked up. He will get a stiffy if Y/n so much as pokes him, he can also smell if their aroused or ovulating... So, good luck! He'd melt an iron door to get to them.

*Gets jealous, very protective, and competitive. Emmet won't care if it's his own brother. Anyone who even thinks they've got a chance with his Y/n is getting their ass charred!

*Veeery horny! as his rut gets closer, Emmet can't control his urges he'll start jacking off almost every ten minutes, but if Y/n is around he'll hug them while rutting against one of their legs crying and begging to be fucked.

{When his rut does come Emmet takes Y/n far out into mountains. (Him and Ingo have a cabin out there.) so they can be alone.]

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Zekrom! Ingo:

{Fem/ Bi reader!}

{His rut starts Early to mid Summer.]

*Ingo gets more...Animated when his rut is approaching his excitement is also coupled with a light static field, he will unintentionally shock people or Pokémon; or overload anything electric. He tends to stay home during this time as he doesn't want to fry the trains or cause a station-wide black out. (Luckily thanks to his boon Y/n is immune to his static charge.) Ingo also tends to over heat during this time, he has the AC in his room running high and shoves ice-packs down his pants and in his shirt in an attempt to cool down.  

*Gets clingy and handsy, Usually Ingo tends to shy away from PDA aside from hand-holding or a shy kiss on the cheek. But with him currently thinking with his other head, He's dropped all reservations, he pulls Y/n into tight hugs, kisses her neck or have her sit on his lap, he doesn't care who sees he want's Y/n close to him as possible.

*Ingo is also obsessed with marking Y/n up with hickeys, he's rather proud when he sees Y/n all marked up and flustered, trying to explain what happened to her neck.

*Senses are jacked: He gets hard very easily if Y/n’s hand accidentally brushes against his arm, Than all rationality is thrown out the window! and if it smells like she's turned on or ovulating, oh you better believe Ingo will break through a brick wall to get to her.

*Also gets very Jealous, protective and competitive. He doesn't care who it is, anyone who even looks like their going to try their luck with Y/n, is asking for a zapping! Not even Emmet is safe! 

Very horny: Same as his brother, the closer his rut gets. The more Ingo can't control his urges and he will start wanking it to try and quench his thirst, but the second he smells or sees Y/n, Ingo is on her in a second begging her to fuck him.

{When his rut finally comes Ingo will take Y/n out of Nimbasa city, and head out to the twin's cabin in the mountains for two weeks, until his rut is over.]

[kujakumai]

cleaned up old WIP, 2800 words, AU where Yami Bakura succeeds in switching hosts in DK and Mokuba makes friends with an evil ghost. Not going to be continued but it literally would not leave my brain alone until I finished it.

Things were not going according to plan.

The plan was to take control of a soulless puppet, an easy vessel incapable of interfering with his ends. He had the vessel, had accomplished that much, but he was not expecting the pharaoh and his little friends to succeed and convince Pegasus to give everyone their souls back. So now not only was there a second person in this body he had to keep suppressed, but now he was stuck impersonating a child, smiling through an awkward reunion and then placed onto a helicopter next to a gangly high school student who was watching him like a hawk.

The spirit-that-was-no-longer-Yami-Bakura knew that he was supposed to be Mokuba, but he did not remember the tall one's name. K-something. He had a stupid jacket and hardly took his eyes off him the entire ride, as if he thought his little brother was going to disappear in a puff of smoke when he wasn't looking. Annoying. Infuriating. Luckily it did not seem he wanted to talk, or at least accepted silence. No one expects recent kidnapping victims to say much, which was a boon. A little dazed, a little quiet, a little off, and no one really found it unusual.

They dropped off the pharaoh and his friends, and finally landed at a gaudy and ostentatious house so large it took him a second to realize it was a home at all, an absurd monument to decadence with grounds full of ugly topiaries. Wealth, then. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. He could work with this. The rich kid in the stupid coat quietly held his hand the entire walk up the driveway, until they entered a foyer just as gilded and obscene as the outside had been.

No, things were not going to plan, and playing grade-schooler was awkward and an insult to his dignity, and he was farther away from the other millennium items as he ever had been. He would have to grit his teeth through it until he could figure out the next step. In the meantime, perhaps, enjoy some amenities.

Richie rich sighed, relaxed his shoulders the moment they got inside. He looked at who he thought was his little brother and gave him a small, exhausted but genuine smile. He struggled with what to say next.

"Mokuba," he said, "I have to check on a few things in my office. See what kind of damage they did. Do you want to come with me?"

"No." Finally, a chance to be out of this idiot's sight.

This answer seemed to surprise him, a twitch of skepticism. "Will you be okay by yourself?"

He nodded. Keep answers short, when you're impersonating.

His face betrayed more skepticism, concern, and the tiniest hint of disappointment. As if rich kid himself was the one who was scared to be alone in his own house. He accepted the answer, though, to the spirit's relief.

Rich kid bent down and pulled him into a tight hug and ruffled his hair. "We'll get something special for dinner, okay? And ice cream."

"I do like ice cream." This was true. Ryou Bakura almost never bought ice cream, and when he did it was the stupid healthy kind that everyone knew shouldn't even really qualify as ice cream, which was another reason he was a terrible host. That and the fact that he was startlingly pale and had the upper body strength of a limp noodle and the personality of skim milk. This would be better, even if he had to deal with the abrupt drop in height.

Rich kid headed off towards the staircase with another tired but trying-to-be-reassuring smile, and it was then that the spirit of the ring felt an annoyance in the back of his brain. A presence. A scratching, biting, flailing presence, screeching mad, which he had been suppressing for a while now but finally broke through.

get out get out get out get out give it back its MINE get out

The host, awake. What a bother. More rambunctious than Bakura, then? No matter. He could handle a child.

that was MY hug and MY headpat and MY big brother and you can't have them he's been gone for ages and they're mine not yours get out get out get out

The spirit pushed back, ignored him. Shush. He had planned to hold this body alone, and he did not intend to go back to sharing. If you're good, I might let you have it back for a little while later.

shut up go away go away go away go AWAY

And then Mokuba Kaiba did something, something the spirit was not accustomed to or expecting at all, something which Ryou Bakura had never been willing or able to do. He shoved, violently, and the spirit of the ring was ripped out of control with some amount of panic.

"SETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Why you insolent little--

Seto Kaiba was not aware of the mental turf war happening over his little brothers body. What he did see was his brother scream his name and fall down, and the whole room echoed with a metal clatter as his briefcase fell on the floor and he ran towards him.

--

The ring had been discarded unceremoniously to a side table, and not-Bakura-and-not-Mokuba-either had no choice but to wait and observe, as a pediatrician on a sudden housecall shined lights in the boy's eyes and rich kid, who the spirit had since gleaned was named Seto Kaiba, looked on in worry.

"You said you heard a voice?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-huh. I think it lives in the necklace."

"You got that thing at Pegasus's house?" Kaiba asked, in disbelief.

"I don't remember. I was just wearing it when I woke up."

"What did the voice say?" the doctor continued, professionally ignoring any talk about magic necklaces.

"Not a lot. It was kind of mean."

"I see." She turned to Kaiba. "He's fine, physically. You might want a psychologist." and Seto Kaiba made what could politely be referred to as A Face. This was not what he wanted to hear, this was news that worried and annoyed him in equal measure, and to some degree was news he had half-expected.

"He's had a rough few months. I'll look into it." and she was dismissed, and Mokuba hopped down from the counter.

"Can we order pizza?" he asked, with big pleading eyes.

Kaiba watched him with dry amusement. "Mokuba, you can have anything you want from any restaurant in a forty mile radius."

"And I want pizza. Real pizza, from somewhere that doesn't also serve caviar."

"Cheap pizza?"

He nodded very seriously. "The grossest greasiest cheapest."

"I can do that. Anything else you want?"

Mokuba's eyes lit up, and soon he was dragging Kaiba by the hand towards somewhere else in the house. "I got to this really hard level in my game I can't get past and I wanted to see if you could beat it, and I found this really cool video I wanted to show you, and I got a really good report card you never saw, and--" and months worth of pent up requests were tumbling out rapid fire, and Kaiba was smiling with affection and some amount of relief.

Loud and clingy, then, was the normal and expected behavior. The spirit of the ring made note of this, as he lie abandoned.

--

The ring was still sitting on a side table, in Mokuba's bedroom, apparently because no one knew what to with it or thought it mattered much. This was a problem. The spirit couldn't do anything without a host, and now everyone was suspicious, these stupid rich people worried too much and paid too much attention.

He was forced to sit there all night, pondering about how he was going to get out of this mess, when at one or two in the morning he observed Mokuba wake up, and rub his eyes, and hop out of bed. He did not turn the light on, but he did check the time, and reach under his bed to retrieve what appeared to be a small backpack. He took it with him as he moved quietly towards the door, and the spirit saw his chance.

Hey, kid. He was near enough to speak into his head. Maybe this wasn't a dead end.

"You!" Mokuba stopped in his tracks and looked right at the ring.

Yes, me. This could be salvaged, he thought, concocting a plan. This was a child. Play friendly ghost and imaginary friend. Surely it would not be hard to weasel himself into the good graces of a sixth grader.

Mokuba glared at the ring with suspicion. "I don't think Seto believed me when I said you could talk, but I knew it." He picked it up delicately by the string to examine.

Where on earth are you going at this time of night?

Mokuba was the current host, technically, so there was a connection, and 11 year olds are not particularly used to or adept at hiding their own thoughts, especially inside their own heads. The answer, if not in words but in abstract concept, was provided instantly as it bubbled to mind. He was going to the kitchen, as he did once or twice a week, not their personal kitchen but the house staff kitchen, where he would move a chair to stand on the counter to reach the very back of the highest shelf of the third cupboard to the left, which was where one of the cleaning staff kept a pile of chocolate so he could cheat on his diet without his wife knowing, a fact Mokuba knew through surreptitious eavesdropping. Mokuba's end was to steal just enough of it that he wouldn't be noticed, and add it to a stash of snacks and other shiny trinkets currently hidden in the bottom of a pile of legos in his closet.

...You steal food to hide in your closet? Why would a child who lived in a three-story mansion need to steal?

Mokuba was only mildly perturbed by the fact that someone had just read his mind. He was mainly curious, now. "Our dad didn't like junk food, so I always took stuff to keep around." he explained, "I guess I don't really have to anymore, 'cuz Seto will let me have whatever I want, but--" he faltered, unable to finish or give a reason.

There wasn't a reason, and Mokuba knew that. There was no need to sneak or stash or steal anymore, but he kept doing it, irrationally, for reasons that confused him, a complicated swirl of things a child could not name or understand but were very easy for the spirit to read. Fear; compulsion; habit; the illusion of safety; the sense that your life was precarious, unstable; a need to exert control over your surroundings. It was not the food or the stealing that mattered, but of the hiding, of having something they could not take away from him.

Mokuba didn't understand any of that, because he was 11 and 11 year olds don't understand why they do anything. He just knew he liked sweets and hated people telling him what to do and that having bags of chips and other people’s lost jewelry at the bottom of an old toybox made him feel better.

Can I come with you?

"No! You tried to take control of me!"

Yes, but you kicked me out, and you'd probably be able to do it again, so I would be stupid to try. I also like chocolate, you see, and it's very boring to be stuck here on your desk.

"Can you even eat? You're a necklace."

I can when I borrow a body.

"You tried to take over me so you could eat chocolate? I'm not stupid enough to believe that."

That and other things. I can't do very much at all, while stuck in the ring. No food, no sunshine, no running around. It's no fun to be without a body, which is why I am occasionally driven to steal one. Terribly sorry about that. he added, in his most pathetic-sounding tone, Please? I don't have anyone else to talk to.

Mokuba was hesitant, but clearly found the fact of his existence too interesting to ignore. "Fine." He picked up the ring and dropped it unceremoniously into his backpack, which had a dragon on it.

Not trust yet, but tolerance and curiosity. One step at a time.

You shouldn't go barefoot, you know. Socks will be quieter if you're trying not to get caught.

"I didn't ask you."

So Mokuba descended down the stairwell, in the dead quiet and dark of the Kaiba Mansion, with no flashlight because he knew it well enough to navigate blindfolded. The place was decadent in the ugly way rich people's houses were, luxury but without taste, soft carpets and gilded banisters.

Mokuba had not quite realized yet how to think at the ring, so he spoke in a low whisper. "What are you, anyway?"

A ghost. So much more complicated than that, but simple words were suitable for children.

"How'd you end up a ghost in a necklace?"

I died, and then someone put me in a necklace.

"That's not an answer." he followed up, "Do all dead people become ghosts?"

No. Just sometimes, maybe, if the way they died was especially violent or gruesome or terrible.

Mokuba frowned. He had caught on remarkably quickly to guarding his own head, but the spirit could tell he didn't like this answer.

This was delicate, but he risked a push. Was there someone you had in mind?

Mokuba said nothing. He reached the staff kitchen on the lowest floor, and opened the door, slow and careful. He was deciding whether to say anything, as he climbed up as quietly as he could and reached far into the back of the cupboard, scrabbling.

"Our dad killed himself last year. Jumped out a window." He finally said, hopping down with his spoils. He said this the same way one might dolefully report the milk had gone bad. Unfortunate but boring.

You don't sound very sad.

"Nah, he sucked. And he never liked me." he said, "Seto was really really upset though. He was pretending not to be, but I could tell." Now there were feelings there, big and weird and sad and clinging ones. For reasons the spirit could not discern, the simple phrase ‘Seto was upset’ carried with it more weight, a thousand million times more weight, than news of a father's tragic death by defenestration. "I hope he's not a ghost. I don't wanna see him again."

Probably not.

Mokuba sat down cross-legged on the kitchen floor, unwrapped candy in silver foil. "You really can't do anything from in the necklace? Like, ghost stuff? Make things float or anything?"

No. It is a bit like being trapped in a very small box.

Mokuba mulled this over for a little while. "If you wanted to borrow a body to do fun stuff, you could have just asked."

Really?

He nodded. "Not being able to eat chocolate sounds lame. It'd be mean to just leave you like that." He put one chocolate into his mouth and dumped the rest in the backpack, where they covered the ring unceremoniously. More indignities. "Not in front of my brother, though. And you have to give it back whenever I say so."

...I could agree to such a compromise. Your candy haul is impressive, by the way.

"Thanks!" He grinned, emanating genuine pride. No one had ever complimented him for stealing before.

Tragic, the work of great thieves. How the very best of it can never be bragged about, the most impressive of skills gone unnoticed by nature, how the very success of a perfect crime relies on keeping your mouth shut about it. An unappreciated art, where even mastery gains you no respect.

You don't care that this poor man has to go out and buy twice as much food to make up for what you steal?

"No, he's a jerk. One time when I was six they confiscated my gameboy, so I went to steal it back and he caught me and told my dad and I got in huge trouble. So every day for a week I snuck down here and moved his keys to a different place so he couldn't find them. They were all so mad at him for losing them all the time, and he thought he was crazy."

Why was your gameboy confiscated?

"Don't remember. I think I bit someone at school." he shrugged, "They probably deserved it, though."

Mokuba Kaiba. he said, I think you and I are going to be excellent friends.

"Okay. Do ghosts watch cartoons?"