Wont You Please Come Around (cause I Want To Spend Forever With You)

won’t you please come around (cause I want to spend forever with you)

Happy holidays @bonkaiqueen​ from @fuckitimfangirling​!

I’ve wanted to do a second soulmate AU for a while and I was really excited to receive my prompt - especially bc it gave me some wiggle room to go pretty dark and reinvent the universe a bit. So thank you for providing this delicious prompt and feeding my muse. I’ll post parts 2 and 3 before Christmas and I’ll be sure to tag you first!

Warnings: Dark. Deals with sleep disorders, and has some creepy sexual vibes bc it relies heavily on parasomnias and nightmare mythology. Mild medical horror. Slight underage, as Bonnie experiences vivid hallucinatory nocturnal emissions as a teen. Canon-typical violence, emotional manipulation and abuse, cat and mouse games. Part 1 is anachronistic and sequential sections without a year change are the same year as the previously noted year. You’ll see. Some plot points and characteristics are pulled from the books, others are just an overhaul of some of the show’s mythos.

1987

Kai grunts in aggravation when his bed dips down in the middle of the night, waking him from a deep, dreamless sleep. He recognizes the smell of Josette’s cleanser and briefly considers kicking his sister out of his bed - literally - when her hand slips into his and her cracked voice calls his name.

She sounds like she’s been crying and Kai can’t decide if he wants to deal with her whining now or in the morning. They haven’t slept in the same room, let alone the same bed, in years, too old to seek comfort in body heat and nearness. It doesn’t help that Kai once sleep-siphoned her to near death in the throes of a nightmare once when they were five and has been ordained no contact ever since.

So this? This is strange and Kai figures he’d rather deal with an weepy Jo now than a weepy and angry Jo during breakfast.

Squeezing her hand back, he sighs and pulls her into a hug. It’s too hot to be comfortable, but his sister likes this kind of affectionate shit and she’ll probably quit bitching faster if he’s nice.

“S'wrong?” he slurs. Jo is quiet for a beat. Irritated, Kai pinches her side to prompt her. Shoving his hand away, Jo sighs.

“I dreamt with my soulmate tonight,” she finally replies, her voice breaking on the word soulmate.

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She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

I May Not Be Your Cup of Tea, but I'll Be Your Glass of Eggnog

Happy holidays @brawohania from @frostedgemstones22!

Bonnie Bennett was single and this was a problem.

She had been free woman, ever since her ex Enzo had left her. Not only had he packed up without many words and texted her about it later, but he’d left her for an woman for sure old enough to be his mother.

Wasn’t the idea that men couldn’t help but trade in for the newer model? Somehow it was more insulting to Bonnie that he had traded in for an older model. The shitty part was she might have married him if he stayed, if he just let this affection die. Bonnie would have hitched herself to an utter asshole.

Okay, so calling him an asshole was sort of mean. He had been a good boyfriend. Not a great one, but a good/okay/decent-enough one. It wasn’t Bonnie’s fault that he preferred women with minivans, elaborate Pinterest boards, and matching workout suits from Juicy Couture instead of bikes, textbooks, and ripped jeans from Urban Outfitters. In the long run, it was probably good she and him had split ways. It still stung, but only when she thought hard about it.

She didn’t dislike being single. This was not the issue at hand. Bonnie wasn’t the type that always needed a boyfriend. She was, more often than not, single. She was confident enough to live and exist alone, or without a romantic partner, and only truly missed Enzo when someone invited her to watch a scary movie or a couple’s date night.

The problem was that, for months now, she’d been getting out of awkward social invitations at her work place by citing a mysterious boyfriend with strange work hours, thus the only time she could see him was conveniently when Susan in HR wanted to grab a beer and talk about feelings.

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Drag them, Bree.

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