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because im a stupid little gay and just can’t seem to escape fantasy to save my life ,  thoughts on this :

- bonnie as a fae changeling  :    bonnie's dad died before she was born, and when "she" was born she was super sick and her mom was so sad and depressed that the fae gave her changeling bonnie who was healthy and strong .  the fae don't normally do favors for humans but bonnie's mom was always so kind and one of those 'treat the earth kindly' people and had left offerings to the fae since she was a kid just for fun that they decided to trade her... they tried to heal human bonnie back to health so maybe they could trade back but there was nothing they could do so they just let her keep the changeling and raise her instead .   it makes more sense why bonnie always felt disconnect from people... like she was there but not... part of their friends but also a stranger at the same time - fae’s “wings” are basically extremely large flower petals  ( icr the name, but i read a book when i was like 13 and the girl would tie them down so she could wear normal clothes and go out in public and they ached like real muscles and would bloom and shed / fall off like actual flower petals but they didn't start growing until a certain age so she grew up her entire life thinking she was just a normal human )  so That for bonnie -  bonnie’s aesthetic and vibe is very much light pinks / peach / gold / ivory, very much daytime and warm sunlight but the contrasting idea of her in moonlight feeling the most alive... having an owl as a sort of... not pet, not familiar, but companion... the “wings” she eventually gets being deep purple and black rose petals...

CASPER    DARLING  !

𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙇𝙔   𝙉𝙊𝙏   𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀.   a   laugh   bubbles   up   in   casper’s   chest   ——————   centuries   of   rot   rumble,   cold   and   calculating.   bonnie   is   good   where   he   is   not,   and   every   inch   of   her   screams   it   aloud.   she   aches   for   affection,   but   he   isn’t   the   one   to   give   it.   feeling   her   pulse   from   where   he   stands,   the   smell   of   rich   red   flowing   through   her   veins.   𝗛𝗢𝗪   𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗   𝗦𝗛𝗘   𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘?   (   like   strawberries?   the   springtime   growth   of   peaches?   )   he   smiles.   ❛❛            what   does   love   have   to   do   with   anything?   you   humans   and   your   need   to   make   everything   into   some   fairytale.            ❜❜   bitterness   doesn’t   coat   his   tongue,   but   amusement   does,   and   he   steps   forward.   𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗣,   𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗣,   𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗣.   (   tell   me,   are   you   afraid   of   my   fangs?   )   casper   folds   his   arms,   one   finger   tapping   his   upper   arm   as   his   eyes   narrow.   ❛❛            did   they   tell   you   that   love   is   the   only   thing   to   want   in   this   life?            ❜❜   princes   and   princesses,   kings   and   queens.   he   is   the   boogeyman,   the   one   that   sends   shivers.   𝙏𝙃𝙀   𝘽𝙄𝙂   𝘽𝘼𝘿.

what    is    life    for    then  ?                       what was her life for  ----     all this suffering    /    all the pain  ,    the loneliness  ,    the turmoil  ----    what is it all for  ,    if not love  ?                      (    you have seen centuries  ,    and so you have shied away from the light    /    you are the monster hidden in the dark    )                      YOU ARE KOSCHEI WAITING ON THE HILL                      it is the shortness of things  ,    that make them precious  ----    what is a hundred years to eternity  ?    i am a blink of your eyes  ,    a breath of your lungs  ,    a fleeting moment that will pass you by    /    a leaf blown in the wind  ,    stuck in your path  ,    i am here    &    then i am gone                      ❝    you don’t understand  ,    do you  ?    if  .  .  .     if we let ourselves believe in magic  ,     and love  ,    it makes life hurt a little less    ❞                      if he is a nightmare  ,    then she is a dream    /    the darkness of night    &    the brightness of day gazed into each other’s eyes    (    i wish i could show you  ,    she thinks to herself  ,    that there is more than all this pain    )                       OF COURSE I AM AFRAID                      her pulse jumps in her throat  ,    her jaw tightens  ,    she turns her back to him  ----    gasping for air                      ❝    no  ,    but it’s all that i do want  .    love  ----    love is what gives me meaning  ,    and if i lead my life  ----    if i would die for love  ,    then that’s my choice    ❞  

CASPER    DARLING  !

❛❛            it’s   a   god   -   awful   small   affair.            ❜❜

  ❝    well    i    don’t    think    so  ----     nothing is ever as small as you think it is  .    certainly not love    ❞  

prom  ,    senior year of high school  ,    bonnie keaton went alone  .    well  ----    she was supposed to go with friends  ,    who all showed up suddenly with dates  ,    and quickly seemed to forget that she was even there  .    she sat alone at one of the tables  ,    drowning in the lights     &    music for as long as she could stand it  .    nobody seemed to notice when she stood up and walked out the doors  .    she sat outside on the steps all night  ----    her shoes set to the side  ,    far enough away that all she could hear was the faint beat of the music on the other side of the school  ,    in her blue dress as the rain drizzled down on her  ,    tears sitting in the corners of her eyes  .

joshua buchanan was one year ahead of bonnie in high school    &    one year older  .    and from the first time he saw her he was in love  .    but he was the quiet type  ----    quieter than everyone else  ,    a loner  .    he was an orphan  ,    part of the system    &    struggling in school on top of everything else  .    she was his opposite in every way  ,    and even the thought of trying to talk to her made his stomach churn out of fear that she’d laugh in his face    (    he knew that in all practicality it was ridiculous  ----     bonnie had never turned away from someone  ,    she’d listen to anyone that had the mouth to speak to her  .    but he couldn’t help himself  .    he got butterflies at the mere thought that she was looking his way    )     once she’d smiled    &    waved at him after noticing that he was looking her way  ----    he got so overwhelmed that all he could do was speedily walk away and think about the moment for days  .

he’d tried to work up the courage a thousand times  .    at parties  ,    assemblies  ,    sporting events  ,    but he always wound up chickening out  .    and eventually he graduated  ,    and of course she was there  ----     being the year below him  .    their school was small  ,    in the middle of nowhere  ,    and she stood directly in front of him during the ceremony  .    every time she turned around she would smile at him  ,    and he tried to summon all the courage in him to just say hello  .    but then the ceremony ended  ,    and she walked out of the doors in a bubble of laughter with her friends  ,    and joshua moved to the outskirts of town to get a job with the railroad  .    he knew he’d lost his chance  ,    even though summer’s when he worked construction  ,    he would often end up in town  ,    he was sure bonnie keaton was already somewhere far off  .

he was still only 19  ,    yet he lived entirely on his own already  .    but something compelled him to get in his truck and drive into town one night  ,    he wasn’t sure what  ----    he had no idea it was the night of prom  .    and as he passed by the school he noticed the cars  ,    the bright lights  ,    the faint thud of music through his rolled down window  ,    and he slowly pulled into the parking lot out of curiosity  ----    trying to figure out what was going on  .    he told himself he’d only take a quick drive through  ,    see if he could catch a glimpse and figure out what event was taking place  ,    then he’d keep on his way and slowly circle back to his lonely little house  .

but something made him stop short  ----    as he rounded the corner to the back of the school  ,    he noticed a blonde head bowed solemnly  .    her shoulders were bare despite the cold night  ,    and the tulle of her blue dress was stained with dirt  ----    weighed down    &    damp from the slow but persistent drip of rain  .     and though he couldn’t see her face  ,    he knew  .    but instead of the normal nervousness that had plagued him throughout high school  ----    the hesitation that had stopped him from ever opening his mouth despite her kindness  ----    he found only a sense of worry  ,    sadness  ,    and a gentle sort of determination  .    if bonnie heard his truck  ,    she hadn’t bother looking up  .    he turned off the rumbling engine  ,    the rattling metal fading into silence  ,    opened up the creaking door  ,    and started walking towards her  .

  ❝ bonnie keaton  ,    i never did think blue was your color ❞  

she finally looked up  ,   jolted  ----   stunned  ,    and he knew right away that she must have been crying  .    the smile that had nervously sat on his mouth quickly faded into a frown  .    and for a moment they both stared at each other in silence  .    his hands tucked into his worn jeans pockets  ,    gray sweatshirt stained with grease  ,    heavy work boots that felt like dragging cement blocks when he was tired  .    he was no prince  ----    no knight in shining armor  ,    and he certainly didn’t have a white horse  .    but as bonnie looked at him  ,    she knew that none of that mattered  .    it didn’t matter what he wore  ,    or what he drove  ,    at that moment he was her prince climbing the tower  .

  ❝ i sure wish you’d told me that sooner ❞  

it was all she said  ,    and the sound of tears in her voice nearly brought him to his knees  .    but then she sniffled  ,    and laughed  ,    and wiped at her eyes  ,    and laughed even louder  ,    and joshua couldn’t help but laugh too  .    she looked down at her wet and dirty dress and her bare feet  ,    and kept laughing  .    and as she laughed she looked at him and felt happy for the first time in what felt like years  .    without a word he held out his hand to her  ----    no questions  ,    no mocking  ,    no pitiful gaze  ,    no looking at her like she was a kicked puppy  .    just that laugh  ,    and his rough hands  .    and though she could never bring herself to say it out loud  ,    at that moment  ,    she gave in to every daydream    &    fairytale she’d ever heard  .    he was the knight  ,    the prince  ,    the hero  ,    the fae come to whisk her away  .    and she would gladly go  .

she didn’t even bother grabbing her shoes  ,    and they practically ran across the pavement to jump in his truck  .    in a matter of seconds they were gone  .    she didn’t ask questions as they drove  ,    he could have taken her anywhere  ----    anywhere but those cold    &    lonely steps  ,    and she would be glad  .    and at the same time his heart was pounding out of his chest  ,    and he couldn’t help but smile  ----    but look over at her in wonder as she rolled her window down  .    as she leaned her arm against the frame and rested her head there  ,    the wind blowing her blonde curls out of a tightly worked bun  ,    her blue eyes watching the moonlight peeking out from behind gray clouds  .    he could have kept driving like that forever  ,    glancing over at her  ,    as the night wore on  .

but eventually he pulled over  ,    and bonnie sat up to gaze out at the small moon drenched meadow  .    the rain had stopped  ,    and for a long moment they sat there looking at one another  .    a hesitant laugh left him  ,    and he reached down to pull out a cd  ----    watching in the darkness as he pushed it into the player  .

  ❝  miss keaton  ,    i think you deserve one slow dance this evening  ,    don’t you  ?  ❞  

in that moment  ,    she could have burst into tears at the notion alone  .    they welled up in the corners of her eyes  ,    and her mouth pressed together tightly to stop any sound from escaping  ----    she could only sniffle  ,  nod  ,    and hold out her hand  .    he smiled  ,    and she thought it was brighter than any sunlight she’d ever seen  ,    and he kissed the back of her hand and pushed open his door  ----    gently guiding her out after him  .    he reached back in  ,    setting the song to its beginning  ,    and turning up the volume so that they could hear it through the trucks open doors  .

wordlessly  ,    he guided her out into the middle of the field  ,    kicking off his own shoes and sweater  ,    and gently putting his hand on her waist  .    and even though he’d never danced before  ,    much less slow danced  ,    it seemed easy with her  .    like he knew exactly what to do  ,    how to thread their fingers together  ----    how to spin her with a fit of laughter  ,    how to dip her and tease that he was going to drop her  ,    how to pull her close as the song grew quieter  .    how to wrap his arm around her when her head fell to his chest  ,    how to rest his head against hers  ,    and sway slowly  .    the moon lit them up perfectly  ,    and though the music was distant  ,    they heard it clear as day  .    and for those few minutes  ,    bonnie could let herself believe in anything  .

he drove her back home  .    and as she got out she kissed his cheek  ,    and thanked him without words  .    there wasn’t anything else either of them could say  .    he watched her walk up to the house  ,    his window rolled down  ,    catching her gaze each time she paused to glance back at him  .    she stood  ,    her hand on the door  ,    bottom lip caught between smiling teeth  .    he gave one last wave  ,    and she disappeared inside the dimly hit house  .

  ❝ goodnight  ,    bonnie keaton ❞  

spoken a second too late  ,    but somehow he knew she had heard him anyways  .    she sat with her back against the door  ,    sat on the floor  ,   listening to the rumble of that old truck as he drove away  .    her fists bunched into the gray sweater he had draped around her shoulders as they drove back  .    when she finally stood up  ,    she gazed out the window  ,    as if she would find him still parked there  ----     that smile on his face  ,    waiting to whisk her away to the moonlight  .    she snuck upstairs quietly  ,    to not wake her mother  ,    and fell asleep almost instantly  ----    still in her pale blue dress  .

i do think love exists  .    and magic  .    he has proven it to me

she would write almost 20 years later  ,    looking back at him as he slept peacefully in their bed  .    the wedding ring on his finger was silver in the moonlight  ,    and she smiled  .

bonnie  ,    especially in her youth was the the stereotypical     DREAM    GIRL     seen popularized mostly in 90′s  /  00′s media  .    in high school    (    16 - 18    )    she was very much the  ❝ popular girl ❞  while still being the incredibly kindhearted and accepting person that she is  ,    she was the person that everyone wanted to know and be friends with  ----    and was far from the   mean  girl   stereotype  .    she would gladly talk to  ,    and make friends with  ,    anyone who spoke to her  .    in a way this ended up ostracizing her from the other so - called popular people  ,    to bonnie it didn’t matter who you were or what you needed  ,    she was the girl everyone knew to call if they needed something     (    she’s lost track of how many times she’s been the sober friend to drive people home from parties  ,    just to make sure everyone is safe    )     this also started to push a sense of self - isolation  ,    sure  ----     she was always invited to the parties  ,     always came  ,    always volunteered for school events  ----    but she wasn’t a part of it in the way other people were  .    she never drank  ,    because she was afraid the one time she did would be the one time someone would insist on driving themselves home  ,    and she wouldn’t be able to help  .    she was a part of them  ,    but distant at the same time  .    at an incredibly young age she took a lot of responsibility on herself  ----     she was smart  ,    almost entirely straight A’s  ,    with a few brief B’s  ,    every year of school  .    she attended every home team sporting event  ,    every play  ,    every event that she could  ----    people always expected to see her  .    it was strange to not see bonnie keaton’s face cheering you on in the crowd  .   

in a way  ,    she stretched herself too thin  .    she was burnt out  ,    and her depression    &    self - isolation became more and more prevalent each year .     sure  ,    she was always there  ,    always smiling    /     but she was always quiet  .    she was the dream girl  ,    bright    &    happy  ,    dressed in vibrant    &    warm colors  ,    but she was alone too  .    she didn’t have any real friends  ----    anyone with a deep connection  ,    she was alone on a life raft in the middle of the ocean  .

the    ambient    noise    of    a    happy    summer    rose    around    them                      laughter  ----    children squealing  ,    the small ringing of bells each time a patron entered                    (    and farther off  ,    the sound of an old train moving down the tracks    /    the wheels whining    &    braying like a hound in the night  ,    winds whispering the tales of all the places it had seen    )                    the noise flooded the diner with each opening of the door  ,    and inside the chatter was just as loud  ----    friends meeting after work  ,    families gathering for their dinner out in town  ,    everyone a part of someone else    /    a stitch - worked town    /    moving pieces  ,    all part of the same puzzle                    ❝    are you sure you don’t want to order anything  ?    ❞  

her voice was soft  ,    and her smile came like a stroke of sunlight on still waters    /    it was sympathetic  ,    caring                    (    if you need someone to talk to  ,    bonnie keaton always has an ear to listen    )                     he seemed familiar  ,    in some odd way  ,    though she knew for sure he’d never been there before  ----    no  ,    not in their little town                    ❝    i can get you some water  ?    it’s gotten awful hot out there today    ❞  

@deadactor​  ,     𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

the    saccharine    taste    seemed    to    linger    on    her    tongue                       it lingered  ,    and lingered  ,    and lingered  ----    until it turned bitter    /    like rotted fruit  ,    sallow in the hot summer’s sun    /    a decay that had finally overwhelmed the sweetness  .    she thought the water would help  ,    but the heat stained it and turned it to fire slipping down her throat                      (    she’d ask for some ice  ,    but she didn’t want to bother poor busy miss mamie    )                      a shudder wracked down her spine  ,    face twisted into a vision of distaste                       ❝    i wouldn’t eat those  ,    if i were you    ❞                      her vision strayed  ,    a laugh  ----    quick smile  ,    warmer than a mother’s embrace                      ❝    what i mean to say is they’re spoiled  ,    or at least taste it  .    i’m sure the diner’s got something much better than some rotten old berries    ❞                      a breath  ,    using the heel of her sneaker to push herself off the rickety wooden fence post    /    gesturing slightly to the door                      ❝    my treat    ❞  

@nevermother​  ,     𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

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