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cassiabaggins · 3 months

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Too Bitter, Too Sweet (part one)

A chance encounter gives you a once in a lifetime opportunity: the chance to reunite with your first love, Leon Kennedy.

Fluff and Angst

Words: 4k

Warnings: none. Just Leon being awkward. NO SMUT

(April is an oc, she is VERY briefly mentioned because I couldn't resist)

Reblogs and comments appreciated! Cross-posted on ao3.

You can hardly believe what you're seeing. He's older, with longer hair and a hardened look, but you'd recognize him anywhere. Leon Kennedy, your first love and college boyfriend.

You're approaching him before you can think about it.

“Leon?”

He freezes, startling a little like no one has called his name in forever, and turns to stare at you. There is no spark of recognition in those baby blue eyes.

“Uh, hi?”

“It's me, Leon. Y/N. From college? We… were close.”

Close is an understatement. The two of you had dated for almost a year, but he doesn't seem to recognize you or remember. You suppose you can't blame him. It's been nearly ten years and you've both changed quite a bit.

A beat. Another.

Then his eyes widen and a soft, shy little smile blooms across his face. “Y/N,” he murmurs, then laughs, running a hand over his hair. “Wow. Hi! You look… different.”

You giggle. Oh Leon. He's really not changed at all. “Different?” You ask.

“It's a good different!” He hurries to say.

“It's good to see you again,” you tell him.

He nods vigorously, his hair falling into his eyes. “You, too.”

He looks around the area, as if trying to figure out what you're doing here. “What are you doing in D.C.?”

You adjust the strap of your purse. “I'm here for work,” you explain.

Leon puts his hands in his pockets. “Work, huh? You passed the bar, then? That's amazing.”

You feel your cheeks warming. “How'd you know I was a lawyer?”

“Because that's what you were studying in college,” he replies. “It wasn't that long ago. You think I forgot? Besides, how many different jobs are there to be done in a courthouse?”

You laugh softly, and Leon grins, clearly pleased that he made you laugh. His smile is exactly the same as you remember it, slightly lopsided, sweet, and genuine. It makes you remember easier times and how he used to kiss you. You shouldn't be thinking about him like that… it's been almost ten years, there's no way he doesn't have a girlfriend.

“Are you still in law enforcement?” You blurt, desperate to distract yourself.

Leon shifts in place, and you think his smile falters slightly.

“Something like that,” he says ambiguously.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It's hard to explain,” he replies, scratching the back of his head. “Uhm… it's government stuff.”

He's clearly uncomfortable, so you stop pushing.

“Do you like it?”

“The people I work with are great,” he says.

Not exactly an answer.

“Well, that’s good,” you say, adjusting your grip on your purse. Leon opens his mouth to reply, but is interrupted by the sound of a jaunty ringtone.

“Shit,” he mumbles, quickly pulling a cellphone out of his jacket pocket. He frowns when he sees the caller I.D. “Uh, one sec, I have to take this.”

He steps away to answer the phone, and you watch him for a bit, wondering if you should leave. But you can’t bring yourself to. You’ve only just met him again, and just like in college, he fascinates you. But this time, a little over a decade later, there’s so much more to him. Not just physically, though he’s certainly bulked up a bit over the years, but there’s a darkness and mystery to him that excites you. Besides, what woman hasn’t fantasized about reconnecting with the one that got away?

You’re shaken out of your thoughts by Leon approaching you again. He looks apologetic. “I have to run,” he says. “I’m sorry. But it was really nice to see you again!”

You don’t want him to leave! You want to keep talking to him! You want to know if he’s happy, if he’s got a wife or a girlfriend, if he still likes listening to metal, if chocolate icecream is still his go to flavor.

But he’s already walking away.

“Leon, wait!” you call. “Before you go!”

He turns and you reach into your purse and pull out one of your business cards. He takes it with his left hand and peers at it. There's no ring on his finger.

“What’s this for?” he asks

“Just in case you need legal advice,” you joke. “Or if you just want to catch up.”

He smiles and fishes his wallet out of his pocket. You catch a glimpse of some sort of badge as he tucks the card carefully inside. “I’ll do that,” he says, and then he's gone.

You settle into your temporary office and log into your computer to begin going through case files. It's humdrum work, but necessary for the success of your client's appeal. But, not five minutes into this, your work phone starts ringing.

Expecting either your boss or a paralegal, you pick it up and introduce yourself by name.

“Uh, whoa,” says the person on the other end. “That was fancy and professional.”

You'd know that voice anywhere.

“Leon?”

He laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, hi. How're you doing?”

You lean back in your seat and twirl the phone cord around your finger, a bashful smile spreading across your face. “Well, not much has changed in the last 20 minutes, to be honest. But it's nice to hear your voice again.”

You can hear the smile in his voice when he replies. “You, too. I hope I'm not interrupting something.”

“You're not,” you assure him. “Although I'm not technically supposed to take personal calls on this line.”

“Yeah, I figured that,” he replies. “But this is the only way I could really contact you.”

“Oh yeah?” You bite your bottom lip, trying to fight a smile. “And what was so urgent that you just had to call me?”

There's rustling on the other end, Leon must be switching the phone to his other ear. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, like he's nervous. Your heartbeat speeds up in anticipation.

“Well,” he says. “I was just thinking how nice it was to talk to you again. I was hoping we could do that again. Soon. Maybe over coffee?”

It takes all your willpower not to squeal like a teenager. But you're a professional.

You clear your throat and try to act nonchalant. “Coffee sounds nice.”

“Great!” Leon sounds thrilled. “It's a date!”

“A date?” you tease.

“Uh… I mean… only if you want it to be,” he hurries to clarify. “You still have your maiden name on your business card and I didn’t see a ring, so I assumed— fuck, do you have a boyfriend?”

He meant a date date. You feel a thrill of excitement.

“No,” you say quickly, “no boyfriend. No fiance or husband either… I’m single.”

“Oh, good,” he says, and you almost laugh at how relieved he sounds. “I don’t have any of those either.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend or husband?”

“No wife or girlfriend, either.”

Oh, so he’s got jokes now. You giggle again. God, when was the last time a man had you laughing like this?

“I'm only in D.C. for the summer,” You explain. “Just until the case is over. I don't know many places to get coffee.”

“Well, you're in luck,” he says. “Because I do! I know the perfect place!”

The coffeeshop he recommends is a tiny, hole-in-the-wall place with the best espresso you've had in years. You and Leon plan for only an hour at most, but stay there chatting for nearly two. He even walks you to your car, and as you drive away, watching him wave goodbye in the rearview mirror, you realize that you had done most of the talking. At first, you want to shrivel up and die from embarrassment. Everyone always says that you talk too much, and there you went, yammering away…

But Leon had asked me out again, the other half of your brain pipes up. And he never disliked you talking in the past!

Emboldened by this realization, and determined to eek more information out of Leon next time, you continue on your way.

And so, one coffee date turns into two, then three. Reconnecting with Leon is… it's just amazing. He's older now, hardened by life in a way you can't quite fathom, but he's still so handsome and sweet and attentive. You can forgive his slightly awkward mannerisms and weird schedule and how cagey he is about his job. The first point is nothing new, of course, it's part of what charmed you in the first place, all those years ago. The weird schedule you chalk up to his job, and if it really is government stuff, you can understand why he's so secretive.

Of course, he can't stop you from daydreaming about what his job is, and your imagination thinks up all sorts of dashing occupations. Secret Service, CIA, FBI, Homeland Security… It's fun to imagine him as the dashing hero, leaping in to save the President himself from an assassination or single-handedly stopping a foreign spy organization. He probably looks hot as hell in a fancy suit, sunglasses, and an earpiece.

Coffee dates are nice and all, but you find yourself wanting more. You hint at it a fee times, Leon is oblivious as ever, so you ask him directly.

“We should get dinner,” you say, pausing by your car. Leon has walked you out to it, just like he always does after your coffee dates. “Somewhere romantic.”

You raise your eyebrows at him expectantly. He's quiet for a second, staring back.

“I thought you liked coffee?” He asks, looking like he thinks he's seriously misjudged the situation. You just laugh, putting your hand on his arm.

“I do!” You assure him. “But I also like pasta and wine.”

Leon looks relieved. “Oh. Well, I do know a good Italian place!”

You beam. “Yeah? Is it nice?”

“Very,” he assures you. “Very hard to get into, but I can pull some strings.” He winks. “Perks of the job.”

You aren't sure if he's joking or not, but you like the idea of it, at least.

“Exciting,” you giggle, leaning close to him. “Should we go this weekend?”

Leon's face falls. “I can't do this weekend,” he admits.

“That's okay!” You're quick to reassure him. “We can do next! Or the one after.”

“No, next weekend is perfect,” he says, looking relieved. “I'll have to make a reservation, but I'll call you, okay?”

You let out an excited squeal and throw your arms around Leon's neck, kissing him before you can think.

This is the first time you've kissed since— well, since you broke up the first time. You almost pull away, but Leon cups the back of your neck and kisses back.

He's a better kisser than he used to be, that's for sure, and the whole thing leaves you breathless and weak-kneed.

He grins at your dazed expression, licking his lips and looking very pleased with himself.

“Next weekend, then?”

You reach up to wipe away a smear of your lipstick off the corner of his mouth.

“Next weekend,” you agree.

Leon promises to pick you up at 7 PM on Friday night. The two of you text back and forth almost nonstop as the night approaches, exchanging phone calls whenever possible. You're so excited that you even pick out your outfit days in advance.

Then, one day, the communication from Leon just… stops.

It's a day before your date, so you try not to worry too much. Something probably came up. But you find yourself checking your phone almost obsessively. No reply.

You push down your worry and get yourself ready for the date. You choose your favorite set of lingerie to wear under your little black dress, just in case, and probably spend way too long on your makeup.

Nonetheless, you're ready a good hour before he's scheduled to pick you up. You wait nervously for an hour, pacing your hotel room, then snap a picture of yourself to send to him. No answer. By 7:20 PM you're furious with him. By 7:45, you're in tears.

At 8 PM, you're pissed AND crying and a knock sounds at your door. You tear it open, ready to give Leon a piece of your mind, but stop in your tracks.

Leon looks like shit. He's wearing a rumpled suit and his hair is a mess. Deep shadows show under his eyes, a bruise is forming on the left side of his jaw, and his chin is covered in three day old stubble.

He thrusts a bouquet of flowers into your arms.

All your anger drains out of you, all at once, replaced with concern.

“What *happened*?!” You blurt. Leon flushes.

“I'm sorry,” he says. His voice sounds hoarse, like he's been yelling for twelve hours straight. “It was a work thing.”

He scratches the back of his head and the movement raises his rumpled shirt, allowing you to see the ugly yellow-purple of a bruise on his hip.

“A work thing?” You prompt.

He winces. “I can't… tell you.”

What the hell?

“What do you mean you can't tell me?”

“I mean I can't tell you!” He snaps, his eyes darkening for a second. “Okay?”

You can't help but flinch and Leon's shoulders slump when he catches it. “I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I just… can't.”

You wonder if he can't or won't… but you don't press it.

“You want to come in?” You ask softly.

“I thought we had a dinner reservation?” He asked, glancing at his watch.

“We did,” you say. “But you're an hour late. We missed it.”

Leon, somehow, looks even more forlorn at those words. “I'm sorry,” he says again. “I was in a different timezone, I didn't reset my watch and—”

“Leon.” You interrupt the beginnings of a spiral with a firm voice. “It's fine.”

You step back from the door and wave him inside. “Come on. I want to put these flowers in water.”

Leon shuffles in after you. He stands there, in the tiny entryway, and looks around your hotel room, shoving his hands in his pockets. You don't really have a vase for the flowers, come to think of it. Fancy hotels like this come with all sorts of amenities, but vases are not one of them. You waver for a moment, before grabbing the complimentary ice bucket and filling it with water from the bathroom sink.

Leon watches silently as you arrange the flowers, before speaking up.

“I should have brought a vase, too,” he says. “Sorry. I didn't think—”

You smile at him. “Hey, don't worry. It seems like you have a lot on your mind.”

He cracks a wry smile. “You're telling me.”

With the tension leaking away, you lean forward and smell a rose.

“Are they still your favorite?” He asks.

“I'm sorry?”

Leon gestures toward the bouquet. “Pink roses. Are they still your favorite flower?”

Honestly, pink roses haven't been your favorite flower since college… but the fact that Leon remembered that they were immediately bumps them up to number one once more.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

And Leon beams.

You don’t notice him approach you until his hand smooths down your back. You turn to look up at him, taking in his tired eyes and apologetic expression. You wonder again what his job is, and then wonder if you really want to know. Maybe ignorance is bliss.

“I’m sorry for missing our date,” he says softly. “Let me make it up to you.”

“We could try again tomorrow,” you murmur, turning fully to face him. “Or next week, if that doesn’t work out.”

“Sure,” he replies, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head. “But I was thinking of doing something a little more… immediate.”

He bends to kiss you, tender and slow, and you let yourself lean into it. Leon always kisses you like you’re the most delicate, precious thing in existence, he touches you like he’s afraid you’ll break, and you know he means it. You know that you matter to him.

You’re breathing heavily when the two of you finally part. Leon pulls back slowly, his eyes searching your face, looking a little shy but also a little proud of himself. He licks his lips, glances past you at the bed, then meets your eyes again.

“Wanna move this over there?” he asks, gesturing toward it with his head. Your heart skips a beat with anticipation.

“Sounds good,” you breathe.

That night, you fall asleep in Leon’s arms, well and truly satisfied in a way you haven’t been in a long time. He’s clearly more experienced and more confident than the boy you slept with in college, but he’s still him. Still adoring, still attentive, still a little shy.

He pretty much lets you take the lead the whole night and while he doesn’t say it outright, you get the impression that he just wants to be taken care of. If you notice tears in his eyes at the end, you don’t comment on it and neither does he.

He drops off soon after you finish, lying on his back like a soldier. You watch him for a few minutes, admiring the curve of his jaw and the slope of his nose, the dimple in his chin and the moles on his neck. There’s a scar on his cheek that you didn’t notice before, a thin white line nearly hidden by his stubble. You wonder how he got it. Probably doing something heroic, knowing him. You fall asleep entertaining little fantasies of Leon being a hero and saving the day.

You're awoken by Leon stirring in the bed next to you. You don't worry too much. You're a light sleeper after all.

You puff your pillow and get comfy again. Behind you, Leon stirs again, a soft groan escaping him.

You roll over, a little concerned. He has his arm slung over his face, but you can see a frown on his lips. He's breathing heavily, but you don't want to wake him up if you don't have to. He looked so exhausted when he came here earlier. It's probably nothing. You close your eyes again, but another soft groan from Leon has you opening them again.

You push up on one elbow, a little frown on your face. He's probably dreaming about something, but you can't tell if it's good or bad. His arm drops off his face, his fingers balling in the sheets.

“No…” He mumbles. “Please…”

A nightmare, then. You sit up fully and reach for him, but before you can touch him, Leon flings out his arm, inadvertently smacking your hand away, and cries, “Ashley, no!”

Ashley? Who the hell is that?

You shake your head. Now is not the time for that, not with Leon in the midst of a night terror.

You reach out again, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a harsh shake.

“Leon!”

He doesn't wake right away, his head tossing side to side and his face screwed up.

You try again.

“Leon! Wake up!”

Leon jerks upright and the world spins sideways, your back hitting the bed with a thump and all the air rushing out of you. A weight presses down on you, arms pinned above your head.

You glimpse Leon above you and faintly register that the force across your neck and shoulders is his forearm. He doesn't seem to see you, even though his blue eyes are wide with terror.

“Leon?” You croak out.

“Fuck,” he gasps, suddenly seeing you. “Shit. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You're able to catch your breath again as Leon scrambles off you and through the ringing in your ears you hear him stumbling around the room. You sit up just as the bathroom door slams closed.

Behind it, you hear retching.

You don't know what to do. You sit shell-shocked in the bed, surrounded by rumpled blankets and pillows and stare at the thin strip of light shining from beneath the bathroom door. You rub your hand over your sore clavicle.

What on earth was that? Why would Leon react like that after being woken up from a nightmare? And who the hell is Ashley? It was like Leon didn't even see you when he woke up, like he was stuck somewhere else, living through something horrible. What has he gone through in these ten years you've been apart? Does it have anything to do with his beat up appearance earlier? With the scars you noticed on his body? Did this Ashley have something to do with it?

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You're torn out of your that's by Leon's cellphone, vibrating on the bedside table. Jesus Christ, who calls at— you check the alarm clock next to the bed— 4 AM?

You untangle yourself from the covers and pick up the phone. Should you answer it? Leon doesn't seem to be coming out anytime soon and it seems urgent enough that the caller is attempting to reach him in the middle of the night.

You lick your lips nervously and flip open the phone, raising it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Where's Leon?” The voice on the other end demands. It's female. “Who are you?”

You want to ask the same thing, but you're the one answering a phone that isn't yours. You introduce yourself and the woman on the other end blows out a sigh.

“Oh,” she says bluntly. She clearly knows who you are even if Leon has never mentioned her to you. “Well, can you give Leon the phone? It's urgent.

She doesn't have to sound so annoyed!

“Sure,” you say, sliding off the bed. “Who should I say is calling?”

“April.”

Not the mysterious Ashley, then. That makes you feel marginally better for some reason.

You pad over to the bathroom and knock on the door.

“Leon? Your phone rang.”

“...Let it go to voicemail,” he mumbles hoarsely from the other side. Oops.

“I already picked up for you,” you reply sheepishly, feeling for all the world like you've made a massive blunder. “It's someone named April?”

“Goddammit,” he mumbles, and the door swings open. In the harsh fluorescent lights he looks like a fucking mess, far worse than he did earlier than night. You can clearly see the bruises, cuts, and scars on his naked torso. His hair is rumpled, his hairline beaded with sweat. He barely meets your eyes, just takes the phone ever so gently from your hand and raises it to his ear.

“Hey, April…” He says tiredly.

You can't hear what she says in reply but you don't want to leave Leon alone, either. He looks like he's about to fall apart for God's sake. You lean against the doorframe and study him.

You can't stand the way he's hunched in on himself like he's trying to make himself look smaller than he is and the exhausted, defeated tone in his voice makes your heart ache.

“Okay,” he whispers into the phone. “Okay. I'll be there.”

You're pulled out of your contemplation as he snaps the cellphone shut, looking up into his eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

He grunts noncommittally. “I gotta go.”

Go? At 4 AM? Where?!

“What?!”

Leon scoots past you cautiously, not even meeting your eyes.

“Work,” he mumbles.

You turn, staring at his back incredulously as he pulls on his pants and shirt. “What do you mean work?” You challenge.

“Something came up.”

He doesn't turn toward you so you're left staring at the stiff line of his shoulders as he buttons up his shirt.

Some random woman calls him in the middle of the night and he's immediately running at her beck and call? Something like jealousy rears its ugly head.

“Who's April?” You ask, not liking the nasty tone in your voice.

Leon doesn't react. “A friend,” he says vaguely, pulling on his suit jacket.

“A friend calling at 4 AM about work,” you say disbelievingly. “Right.”

That gets a reaction. Leon turns to face you fully and the defeated look on his face immediately tosses all your jealousy and anger out the window. He looks like a kicked puppy.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I wish I didn't have to go.”

You cross the room and pull him into a hug, resting your head on his chest. Leon clings to you, nuzzling his face into your hair, and rocks you side to side. The two of you stand like that for a few minutes, then Leon lets out a long, exhausted sigh.

“I have to go,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “I'll call you as soon as I can and I'll make it up to you, I promise. Anything you want, I'll do it for you.”

You tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “I want you to be careful.”

He nods. “I can do that.”

“And I want you to take me out on a proper date when you're back,” you add, smiling a little to show you're not too serious. But Leon nods determinedly. “Got it. One proper date, coming up. It'll be awesome.”

He cups your face in his hands and ducks his head to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

“See you soon,” he promises, then he's gone.

You watch him walk down the hall, away from you, and can't help but feel like he's walking out of your life, too.

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sublimeperfectionland · 7 years

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New Moon of the Dark Kingdom Chapter Ninety Seven - The Victoria Plot

Zoisite and Kunzite have found true love, but when some old friends, a vengeful god, and a pair of evil twins are gunning for the Shitennou all at once, life is not going to be easy

[Scene: The Hen Tie park theater. Gurio Umino and Eleanor Heltry are watching the last few minutes of the movie 'Back to the Future'. Or trying to, because the person sitting in front of Eleanor is talking on his cellphone.]

Umino: Could you keep it down? We are trying watch the movie.

[The guy stands up and turns to reveal 6'3" of pure muscle]

Guy: Did you say something, Pipsqueak?

Umino: Errr...no?

Guy: That's what I thought.

[He goes back to talking on his phone until El boots him in the back on the head]

El: Yes, he said 'Shut up, Jackass!'

[The man turns and stands and El jumps to her feet, getting in his face and snarling under her breath]

Guy: Damn. You're lucky you're cute. [Turns off his phone and sits down. El and Umino watch the rest of the movie then file out into the park then head toward the nearby Gelato stand.]

Umino: Will you allow me to buy you a gelato?

El: [scans board in the far distance] Lemon Oreo.

Umino: So...um... [pulls up the sleeve of his coat to read his wrist] What did you think of the movie?

El: I liked it. That was a good movie.

Umino: Oh, um... [checks his forearm] ...what did you like best about it?

El: I liked the fact that the father character was a social awkward creep, but he managed to find love anyway.

[Umino's jaw drops]

Umino: Are you sure you're real, and not some robot girlfriend prototype from Japan?

El: Are you saying I act like a robot?

Umino: No...I...um...it's just you're too perfect...I mean for me... I mean..not for me...I mean...You're tall and you're beautiful and you stand up to bullies and you design lasers... and...I... um..I better stop talking before I get myself into more trouble...

[El chuckles under her breath as Umino orders. A cone with Lemon Oreo for her, and Chocolate Caramel with Gummi Worms for him.]

Umino: Um...[looks at his arm]...how is your gelato.

El: It's really good. Want to try some? [hold out the cone to him]

Umino: [red in the face] You'd let me lick your icecream?

El: How else are you going to taste it?

Umino: Don't you think that's a little gross?

El: [rolls her eyes] Honestly. What is the difference between this? [licks Umino's gelato] And this? [tries to kiss him on the lips]

Umino: WHOA! [backs away and tries to keep from fainting] I AM NOT READY FOR THAT.

El: What? It's just a kiss. I told you we aren't getting any farther than that.

Umino: Wow, you are like the creepiest girl I've ever met.

El: Is that bad?

Umino: Not to me. But I'm starting to realize what Naru meant when she complained about me all these years.

El: [grins] You really like her, don't you?

Umino: Yes, but I like you more.

El: [frowns] Don't say that. You don't have to like some creepy girl you barely know just because she asked you out on a date.

[Umino goes silent and eats his gelato, lost in thought]

El: So what did you think of the movie?

Umino: I couldn't get into it.

El: What! That was a classic feel good comedy! Lighthearted and fun. Nearly perfect. I give it five stars!

Umino: There were too many anachronisms and it just ruined it for me.

El: We just watched a movie about ordinary flesh and blood mortal humans folding and tearing their way through the interdimensional temporal fabric of the universe by driving an automobile, and you are hung up on things like what year Johnny B. Goode came out?

Umino: Um...that is a very oddly specific description of time travel...But in answer to your question, yes. Time travel, is impossible, so it doesn't bother me since it is complete fantasy, unlike the set pieces, which are real and easily researched.

El: Oh, really? Time travel is impossible? You seem oddly sure of yourself.

Umino: If time travel were possible, someone would have done it already.

El: How do you know they haven't?

Umino: Because if they did people would be going back and changing things constantly introducing paradoxes and everything would go haywire. For example, if I could travel back in time, what's to stop me from rewriting the Harry Potter series before J. K. Rowling and becoming a billionaire?

El: First of all, you can't travel through time because you would need to convert all your matter to energy, which you can't do, not without dying. Second of all, time travel requires godlike power, which you do not possess. And thirdly, if you did possess godlike power, I can't believe you'd waste it just to steal a bunch of children's stories away from their rightful creator.

Umino: [sweatdrops] I didn't say I'd do it. I was just throwing that out as an example.

El: Ok, what would you do?

Umino: I'd travel back to save the Great Library at Alexandria.

El: [chuckles] Now that would be a wasted trip.

Umino: Why?

El: Even if you figure out when exactly it burned, one lone teenager, unfamiliar with the landscape and language verses an entire army? It's just going to burn down anyway. People had been setting fire to the place for centuries. Arson was written into its destiny.

Umino: Destiny?

El: Destiny is like the gravity of time...(how do I put this into simple terms)...[sees a stream trickling nearby] Think of time like a river. It flows and ebbs but it doesn't not change it's course, since the river has carved itself into rock and soil.

Umino: The Butterfly Effect-

El: A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil starts a hurricane in Texas? That is complete and utter nonsense. Time is a force of the universe, and forces of the universe are never fragile. You stand at a river and throw in a rock. The river swallows the rock and ripples a little. Maybe. But the rock just sinks like it was never there. You push in a boulder. Maybe you can see the boulder, but the river rushes around it, so its still the same river, but with a boulder in it. If you want to change the river you really have to do something major. Something the river just can't correct. But even then, you can't control the river, so more than likely, you and everything you care about will be swept away. Especially since its is against the laws of physics to be two places at once so you can't travel within your own lifetime. That is why the few beings who are capable of time travel simply don't bother.

Umino: You seem to have thought about this a lot.

El: I...write a lot of science fiction.

Umino: I'd like to read one some your stories.

El: No you wouldn't. My stories are not nice.

Umino: Oh. I still would like to read them. You have some interesting ideas.

El: Since we are speaking in purely hypothetical fantasy, if you could go back in time, and assassinate one person, who would you kill?

Umino: Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany.

El: [smiles] I'm impressed. Most people would say Hitler.

Umino: Without Kaiser Wilhelm II setting the stage for him by orchestrating the horrors of WWI, Adolf Hitler probably would have probably spent his life painting landscapes in jail. I would have said his Grandmother, Queen Victoria of England, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt a woman. Not even hypothetically.

El: But suppose you could. Suppose, you had a chance to make the world a better place by killing Queen Victoria and preventing her legacy of terror...

Umino: Um... I ...

El: Now imagine Queen Victoria is your great-great-great-grandmother.

[Umino looks at her and sees her face is deadly serious]

El: Imagine that stepping outside your timeline to stop her reign of evil will erase you and your brother completely out of existence.

#new moon of the dark kingdom

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lildashofsweetness · 8 years

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A Kind Gesture - Benny x Reader

Author’s Note: I know it has been a very long time since I have written anything. The year has been long and difficult, and my inspiration severely lacked. I took advantage of it when it suddenly sprang forth and wrote this Benny fic for ya’ll. I have a lot of goodies coming up, so keep an eye out!

Summary: After a long hunt, the reader returns home to find her favorite vampire in bad shape.

Word Count: 3252. I’m not even sorry.

Warnings: Fluff. So much FLUFF. It’s so fluffy you are gonna die. (I hope not. Please don’t.)

Tagging: @rowdyhooliganism @kazchester-fanfiction @bkwrm523 @beriala @devsfan55 @vintagevalentinexx @witty-ass-username-here @oriona75 @kittenofdoomage @icecream-and-gadreel @sarkina @ariannalikescake

Sliding sluggishly in the driver’s seat, you dropped your head back against the headrest. You let out a quiet sigh and wiped the sweat from your forehead, staring lazily at the small farmhouse in front of you where you had just spent the entire afternoon in a stake out. When you had heard of suspicious monster activity two states away with the victims being left with their throats ripped open and their blood completely drained from their bodies, you immediately snagged the job. With monster activity being strangely scarce as of late, you didn’t expect the hunt to take more than a couple of days, and had your stuff packed and were on the road within an hour.

Much to your displeasure, your monster was a vampire and he proved to be a little difficult to track than you had anticipated, and required forty-eight hours of surveillance in the town where the report of deaths was coming from. You finally found your guy and followed him to his hideout a couple miles from the town, and waited for the perfect opportunity. The job itself was easy, over with the swift strike of your machete. The cleanup was the worst part but you managed to clean up the mess and burn the body in record time. Taking a moment to unwind from the excitement and allow your adrenaline to ease, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath – only to be disturbed by the ringing of your cellphone.

You popped an eye open and glanced down at your phone, your lips curling into a smile when you saw who was calling. Eagerly, you picked up the phone and answered it, and you immediately heard a familiar Southern drawl. “Hey, shug.”

“Benny,” you murmured softly.

“Mm, isn’t that just the sweetest sound to grace my ears. I’m calling to check up on you. How’s the hunt going?”

“I just finished, actually. I’m about to head out.”

“Does this mean you will be back soon?” You didn’t miss the hint of hope in his tone. Not that you could blame him; you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms after a long hunt.

“I’m hoping. I should be back by ten tonight.”

“That’s a long drive, cher. Are you sure you don’t want to rest at a hotel?”

“I’ll be fine.” You shifted the phone to your other ear and fished out your keys from your pocket. “A little food and some coffee, and I will be good to go. I rather be home as soon as possible.”

You heard him hum on the other end. “

I have no complaints. What would I give right now to see that pretty face of yours. You be careful, you hear me? I don’t want to hear you fell asleep at the wheel and weaved off the road, and come drag your tired butt home.”

“I hear you,” you said with a grin, “I will be careful, I promise.”

“Alright, darlin’. I will see you when you get back.”

“I look forward to it,” you said softly, and hung up.

Suddenly rejuvenated, and eager to see your Cajun, you started the car and eased onto the road. A quick meal of a greasy burger and fries and a pit stop for coffee later, and you were on your way back to the bunker. Between driving, tirelessly tracking, and long endured interrogations that got you nowhere, you were ready to put the week and a half long hunt behind you. Exhausted and sore from the hours confined in your car scouting your target, you looked forward to sleep in your own bed and not some crappy motel mattress, wrapped in the arms of your boyfriend. The thought brought a smile to your face, and you ever so slightly pushed down on the accelerator just a tad.

It was nearing ten o’clock when you pulled up to the familiar sight of the bunker. Grabbing your bag, you made your way inside, the sweet sound of the bunker door loudly closing behind you a relief to your ears. You had ascended to the last step of the staircase when Sam and Dean emerged from the bunker, each pulling you in a bear hug. “Welcome back, kiddo,” Dean warmly greeted.

“We’re glad you’re back,” Sam said with a smile.

“And in one piece,” you added playfully, “That is an accomplishment in itself.” Dean laughed. “That’s a miracle for any hunter. So tell us, was it a vamp like we thought?”

“Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “An amateur at the most but it made the job easier.”

“Well, that’s one monster that bites the dust.”

A rather large, and messy, pile on the library table caught your attention. You nodded at the mess, asking, “What’s going on there?”

Sam looked behind him before answering sheepishly. “Just typical lore stuff. Something to keep us busy during this hunting drought.”

Your eyebrows shot up in sincere shock. “Dean is reading?”

“Hey, I read,” the older brother defended, mocking offense.

“Dirty magazines do not count as reading.” You snickered as Dean grumbled, refusing to answer. “If you don’t mind I’m going to crash. I’m beat and I miss my bed.”

They nodded in understanding, sympathy shining in Sam’s eyes. “Of course,” he said, “We’ll catch up in the morning.”

“And then you can tell us all about your hunt,” Dean added.

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed.

Exchanging hugs one last time, you bid your goodnight and dragged yourself to your room. With a sigh of relief, you tossed your bag aside, not caring at the moment where it landed. The first thing you thought to do was to get comfortable. You thought back to your hunt and shivered. It was hardly a pleasantry for you to hunt vampires; all you could think about was your own vampire waiting for you to return, and slicing his own kinds head off made you queasy. In a way, it felt like you were doing that to him, and you couldn’t fathom anything like that happening to him. But, the boys had been occupied at the time with their own hunt, and it wasn’t wise for Benny to do it himself, and you had been on a long hunting break and were dying to hunt something. Thank goodness it was all over now.

A bouquet of red flowers laying on your bed caught your attention. As you approached, you found your favorite pajama set – a tank top and sleep shorts – folded neatly in the center, and right next to it were your favorite flowers: red roses. Your heart fluttered at the sight. Picking up the bouquet, you breathed in the sweet scene, a wide smile tugging at your lips. You knew exactly who these were from.

Benny, that romantic Cajun. It was almost a ritual to come back from a hunt and find flowers waiting for you. He never failed to greet you in a way that made you giddy with joy, despite your state of exhaustion. Tonight was no different.

At that moment, you felt a pair of brawny arms wrap around your waist, followed by a tender kiss on your temple. “Welcome home, darlin’.”

“Mm, Benny…” You sighed softly, turning your head to press a light kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, cupping the back of your head and deepened the kiss. The kiss was soft. There was no rush as he savored your touch, your absence having been hard on him just as it has been hard on you. Your lips moved together like a rhythmic dance, like you’ve been doing this your whole life, the sweet taste of your vampire overwhelming your senses, and you were certain him as well. Only when the need for air became great you pulled away.

Benny nuzzled your neck and pressed a kiss just below your ear, humming contently. “Now isn’t this a slice of heaven. I’ve missed you, cher.”

Laying the flowers back on the bed, you turned around in his arms, but stopped when you saw his face. He looked pale, the familiar light in his baby blue eyes you loved so much dim. So wrapped up in his embrace, you didn’t notice the slight tremble in his hands that laid sprawled on your back, but now you definitely noticed. Something was wrong. “Benny,” you began hesitantly, concern thick in your voice. “Are you okay?”

He frowned, his eyes crinkling. “Of course I am. Why do you ask?”

“You don’t exactly look like yourself.” You brought your hand up to his face as you tried to assess the problem, but nothing came to mind. You have never seen him like this before.

Benny chuckled and covered your hand with his large one, squeezing it gently. “There is no need to worry. I’m just a little peckish is all,” he reassured you, but as you felt the severe tremble of his fingers above your hand, you knew that wasn’t it.

You removed your hand from his face and directed him to the bed. “Sit down.” Amusement twinkled in his eyes. “Now darlin’, there is nothing wrong.” He complied nonetheless, and as he turned there was a slight stumble in his step. Had your hinter instincts not reacted and grabbed his arm, carefully guiding him to sit on the bed, he would have collapsed.

“Benny,” you breathed.

“I’m fine,” he grunted.

“I’m fine my butt,” was your sarcastic reply, light irritation in your tone. The moment he raised those eyes to your face, you felt your annoyance faded. Sighing, you knelt in front of him and took his hands in your own. “What’s going on, Benny?”

Benny’s lips twitched slightly. “Nothing gets passed you. Call me a fool for trying.” He sighed. “Alright, darlin’. I’ll talk. Promise you won’t get too mad at ol Benny?”

You managed to smile. "It depends on what stupid thing you did this time."

"It's more of what I didn't do, I'm afraid.” At your confused look, he continued. "It would seem I ran out of my supply of good of AB a few days ago. My truck isn't working so I haven't been able to go on a supply run Dean's been working on it but I was hoping he would be done by the time the affects kicked in. I was wrong."

"Do the boys know about this?" You asked. Benny shook his head.

"No, and I'm not sure if I could have asked. Asking for donated blood isn’t exactly courteous."

"Oh, Benny." You pressed a kiss on the back of his hands. "You should have said something."

Benny smiled a little. "Far be it from me to be a bother, darlin'. I'm not the one to readily ask for help."

"No. You wait until much later." You shook your head at him when he offered one of his charming smiles. Without another word, you stood up and retrieved your phone and car keys. Benny frowned as he watched.

"What are you doing?"

"As you tell me, I can't have you wasting away on me. I'm going to get my vampire some donated blood."

"Now, wait just a second--"

You covered his mouth with your fingers, silencing him. "You are possibly the most selfless and thoughtful man I have ever known, but you're too stubborn. You're hungry, Benny, and I'm not going to allow you to starve. You do so much for me, for us. Let me do this for you. Please."

Adoration sparkled in Benny’s eyes. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your palm. “What did I do to deserve such a remarkable lady? If this is something you want to do, darlin’, then I won’t stop you. I can’t say I am completely opposed to it.”

“Good,” you murmured, a grin slowly coming to your lips “Because you don’t have a choice anyway.”

It was Benny’s turn to grin. Leaving a lingering kiss on his lips, you promised you would be back soon, and hurried out of the room. The trip had to be quick. If Benny was already suffering from hunger, then he really had gone some time without food. The thought worried you and you hastened your steps. You were approaching the staircase when you heard Dean calling for you. Turning, you saw him exiting the library, heavy confusion written on his face. “What’s going on? I thought you went to bed.”

“Plans have changed. I’m getting Benny some food supplies.”

The older Winchester frowned. “You mean donated blood?” You nodded. “He’s out?”

“He’s been out.” Dean’s demeanor changed from confusion to concern when the realization dawned on him. “Why didn’t he say anything?”

“Stubbornness, mostly. I think maybe he didn’t want to inconvenience you. He was hoping his truck would be fixed before going hungry.”

“Crap.” Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “That truck has been one heck of a monster to fix. You go, I’ll keep an eye on him.”

You smiled gratefully. “Thanks Dean.”

The supply run took little time. It didn’t take you even thirty minutes before you were on the road again, the cooler sitting next to you in the passenger seat. You sent a quick text to Benny informing him you were on your way back and drove as fast as you could without going over the speed limit. As soon as you pulled up to the bunker you wasted no time grabbing your stuff and hurrying inside. “Benny?” you called as you ascended down the staircase. “Benny, I’m back.”

Your phone buzzed, alerting you had a text from the Cajun, letting you know he was in the kitchen. Quickly, you made your way to the bunker’s kitchen, and found him lazily lounging at the table, smirking when he saw you. “Well, aren’t you a sight, all disheveled and lookin’ sweet as honey.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. On the inside, though, you couldn’t help but internally laugh at his trifles. “Really?”

Benny shrugged but the twinkle in his eyes said otherwise. “I only speak the truth, shug.” You shook your head at him and approached the table, placing the cooler down with a ‘thud’. His eyebrows rose in curiosity. “That sure sounded heavy. What did you do, rob the whole bank?”

You snorted. “Hah. Yeah, well…”

“Hold on a minute.” Benny frowned, leaning forward. “You didn’t…did you?” “Only a few.”

“How much is a few?”

You mumbled an incoherent answer. Benny cupped his ear. “What was that? I didn’t catch that.”

Instead of answering, you quietly opened the lid to the cooler and pushed it closer to him.

“You did what now?”

“It wasn’t as bad as last time, I swear.”

Benny chuckled. “Last time you got caught and had to play the insanity card.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “I think I did rather well.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I was there.” His playful demeanor changed, and he grew serious. “But really, don’t think I am ungrateful. I am one blessed man but five is a little…” He trailed off, unsure how to continue.

“That’s why I went to more than one bank.”

Benny looked up, the twinkle returning to his eyes. Only this time pride reflected in those baby blue irises. “Did you really?” When you hummed in response, his smile grew. “That’s my girl.” Rising from his seat, he pulled you in a tight embrace. “Thank you,” he murmured, “This sure does mean a lot to me.”

“I wasn’t going to let you starve,” you mumbled in his chest. After a moment of taking advantage of basking in his warm embrace, you forced yourself pull away. “You should eat. I’m going to take a shower.” You knew your vampire all too well that drinking blood in front of you was still an uncertainty for him, and preferred to eat away from your eyes.

Rather reluctantly, Benny slowly removed his arms from your waist. “I will join you in a moment,” he promised.

“Take your time,” you told him, and with a kiss to his cheek, you left the room. The shower was heavenly. There was nothing like warm water soothing away the sore aches in your body. After nearly two weeks od cold showers, hard mattresses, and frequently waking up in the middle of the night, it felt so good to feel warm water cascade down your body. After washing yourself thoroughly, you took the liberty to pamper yourself with your favorite scented lotion and threw on the pajamas that Benny had kindly set out for you. Satisfied and feeling a lot better, you emerged from the bathroom and into you your room in a billow of steam, smiling when you found Benny waiting for you. He drew you closer and pulled you in his warm embrace, wrapping his brawny arms around you tightly. You responded by wrapping her own arms around his back, burying your face in his chest. You breathed in his musky scent and sighed contently.

“Have I told you lately how amazing you are?”

“Mm, no. But I wouldn’t mind hearing it.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed. “You, darlin’, are one fine, strong, and determined woman. Why you care so much about an old vampire like me, I will never no, but I ain’t questioning it either.”

You lifted your head, looking up at him lovingly. “I couldn’t have you starving on me, not when I just got back,” you teased, “I love you, Benny. It’s why I did it. You don’t even have to ask. I’m not sure I could handle losing you or seeing you suffer.”

“Hey there now, I’m not going anywhere,” Benny soothed tenderly, “You will have to tie me up and carry me in a sack to leave you. This vampire isn’t leaving your side. And that’s a promise.”

“Good, because hunting vampires wrecks havoc on my nerves as it is. I keep thinking about you. I keep thinking about what if—“

Benny shushed you, running one hand down your back while the other stroked your hair. “That’s not going to happen. I have had my experience, and it’s no desire of mine to draw attention from hunters. What you’re doing is the right thing. You’re saving people, cher. That is what matters, and I couldn’t be more proud.”

“Really?” you whispered.

“Really.” Benny smiled down at you. “Now, I don’t want you worrying about any of that, because its just not going to happen. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that is going to take me away from you. You hear me?”

You nodded. “I hear you.” Bringing your hand to his cheek, you stroked his skin with your thumb, gazing deeply in his eyes. “I love you.”

Benny looked at you with so much love you felt as if your heart would burst from your chest. “I love you too, darlin’. My heart may not physically beat but it beats for you. Always.”

Unbidden tears welled in your eyes, touched by his words. You leaned forward, and Benny met you half-way, your lips pressing together in a slow, tender kiss, pouring all your love into it. Benny responded eagerly, cupping your chin and deepened the kiss. Not once as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed did he dare to pull away, and in that moment you knew without a doubt, you were always home in the arms of Benny Lafitte.

#benny lafitte #benny lafitte fanfiction #benny x reader #fanfic #supernatural #benny lafitte x reader #supernatural fanfiction #SPN

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ninatodita · 6 years

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1. Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid. Being in the present 2. What was your favorite musical group when you were a kid? probably the black eyed peas or smth 3. When was the first time that you had alcohol? like 10 4. What is your worst dating experience? a guy showed me a picture of himself on a motorcycle as a way to “impress” me. i got like second hand embarrassment 5. What is the craziest thing you have ever done? if i ever told my mom that i smoked cigarettes in my room when i was younger she would hit me. so probably that 6. Name one thing that not many people know about you. i’m scared my ass is starting to sag 7. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? being quietly powerful 8. Do you have any phobias? heights 9. Name three countries you would like to visit. greece, peru, and india 10. If your house was on fire and you could grab only 3 things before leaving, what would they be? id, credit card, a sweater for later 11. Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets? ya 12. Do you believe in the paranormal? ya 13. What would be your dream job? having a desk in an office and i just do paperwork and input data in a computer. i get an hour for lunch and there’s parking right outside the building.

14. If you could have 3 wishes granted, what would they be? money, the desire to work out, and better natural eyebrows/ eyelashes

15. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to? i like my first name but i would drop my dad’s last name and take my great-grandmas 16. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? new orleans 17. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left. eat, cry, listen to haydn 18. What crazy activities do you dream of trying someday? adopting a baby

19. If you could go on a road trip with any person (dead or alive), who would you choose and where would you go? i would choose prince and we would go where ever he would want to go 20. Any tattoos or pierced body parts? piercings on my face 21. What’s your favorite color? like that 70s mustard color and pastel purple 22. What is your favorite flower? plumeria 23. What is on your bedside table? lamp, glasses case, hand lotion, mouth guard, sleep mask, headphones, vicks, and 2 stuffed animals 24. What was your best Halloween costume for Halloween? dressed up as lydia from beetlejuice 25. If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be? gene belcher 26. Are you a morning or night person? neither 27. Name a singer whose voice you can’t stand. iggy azealia or however u spell that bitchs name

28. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do? trapeze 29. What do you remember about your high school prom? my pretty dress and how there was no food 30. What’s your favorite holiday? halloween 31. Have you ever been mentioned in a newspaper? yes actually 32. Have you ever gone skinny dipping or streaking? no 33. What body part do you get caught staring at? asses and boobs ..the usual 34. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? boringly, the latter 35. What is your most treasured possession? my car 36. Adult Beverage of choice? cider 37. What is your favorite food? pasta the way i make it tho 38. Can you fake any accents? thick irish but only for like 30 secs 39. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? their ugly ass faces 40. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? eat ass..im sorry im not brave enough 41. If you had to live under the sea what kind of an animal would you be? starfish 42. Most hated chore on the household chore list? buying groceries 43. In life who has had the most influence on you? my grandma 44. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do? 45. If you could be one kind of beer which one would you be and why? i dont know beer 46. What extremely difficult life situation have you overcome and how did you do it? uhhh pass 47. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? i didnt wear underwear one time and then wore a dress like a fucking moron. it was windy...etc 48. If you could choose, how would you want to die? laying in bed with clean sheets 49. If you could change the world what would you do? lmao 50. Name 1 thing you love about being an adult i take better care of myself now than when i was younger obv 51. Which would you rather have, $50,000 or true love? my instinct is to go for the money 52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason? no not always 53. What song always makes you happy when you hear it? heart love -albert ayler 54. Who’s the funniest person you know? my old coworker 55. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? the voicemail at my dentist office 56. How big is your bed? its literally 2 military cots pushed together and held in place with 2 mattress toppers 57. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone? a painting of a dog gnawing at the cork of a wine bottle 58. What’s the first thing you thought about this morning? will i be forced to do errands with others 59. Are you afraid of the dark? sometimes 60. 3 things you cannot live without? this list is making me realize how boring i am. i cant think of anything besides the obvious: credit card, headphones, clean underwear etc 61. Favorite song? if i cant have you -etta james and harvey fuqua 62. Are you a giver or a taker? a lil bit a both 63. Virgin or not? no 64. Are you very sarcastic? sometimes 65. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? pfft no i slide those mf right off 66. Which you favorite icecream flavor? coffee 67. What was the last drink you drank? water 68. Do you prefer hugs or kisses? uhh by who? in general, none. 69. Have you ever gone cow-tipping? no im not a total loser 70. Do you like to sing in the shower? always 71. What’s your favorite midnight snack? captain crunch cereal 72. Whats your favorite movie? the first thing that came to mind was waynes world 73. Have you ever gambled at a casino? no and i never will 74. Have you thrown up in a car? no? 75. Do you scream on roller coasters? no 76. When did you go to your first funeral? 7 yrs old 77. Where did you go on your first airplane ride? 6 yrs old 78. Whats your favorite season? fall 79. Who was your imaginary friend? no one 80. Date someone older or younger? older 81. If you don’t know the words to a song do you improvise? usually 82. What turns you on about the opposite sex? chris hemsworth & winston duke 83. What turns you off about the opposite sex? arrogance and lack of self reflection 84. What scares you the most and why? dying and knowing im dead cuz its scary yo 85. What do you do in your free time? lay in bed and waste time 86. Name 3 things in nature you find most beautiful? birds chirping early in the morning, fog, and when sunlight peaks through thick canopies in the rainforest 87. Tell me about something you really regret? oh god so many little things 88. Tell me about your favorite book, magazine or comic? calvin and hobbes is nostalgic 89. Something or someone you miss the most from childhood? does myself count 90. Your best friend dies, what would you do? mourn 91. What is your zodiac sign? cancer 92. Name a couple of T.V. shows you watch a lot? the office, jane the virgin, the nanny, living single 93. Name a movie or movies you can watch over and over? beverly hills cop, zodiac, contagion, the princess and the frog 94. Would you ever go skinny dipping? if the water is warm 95. Have you been told you can sing well more than once? no lol 96. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? ballerinas were sitting on the banister and then one jumped on my back and tried to murder me 97. What were you doing the last time you really had a good laugh? teaching kids origami 98. What is your happiest childhood memory? the summer in mexico 99. If you could take a one month trip anywhere and money was not a consideration, where would you go? new york 100. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be? consistency

#my therapist said i need to get to know myself better

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