#Bones and all

[sullenserenequeen]

bones and all

[mysticvi]

New personality for the next week

the passenger x bones and all au

[zadeemae]

[lottiest]

“𝓦hat could I be?. . there is a light that I can see. . but only, it seems, when there’s darkness in me.”

₊˚⊹⋆ “you don’t think i’m a bad person?” ₊˚⊹⋆

₊˚⊹⋆ “all i think is that i love you.” ₊˚⊹⋆

[angelvalley818]

[chalamet-chalamet]

Bones and All (2022)

Directed by Luca Guadagnino

[thesunoficaruss]

big fan of romance horror. big fan of terrible people still being loved. big fan of bending morality and turning the grotesque into something beautiful.

[222col]

— AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?

fawn!reader x rafe cameron

summary: the camerons were new to town, but your father had sworn you away from rafe. only when your compulsions grow to hard to ignore during your father's service one sunday, do you finally meet the real rafe cameron

cw .ᐟ cannibalism, blood, gore, mentions of murder, religious themes, mentions of vomit

02. — AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?

he scared you more than anything ever had. more than your own compulsions, more than your own terrible acts. you'd been scared your whole life, of being caught, being discovered as you lived. but nothing could have prepared you for the fear you felt of him.

from the day you fed on him, unaware of the terror you were putting yourself in. a quiet girl forced to teach him the ways of eating, a lonely girl put into a position of want. but despite his desperate kisses, you were still unsure of his true desires.

rafe wanted an escape, a reason to be the way he was. you were giving him that. you were giving him an excuse to kill. if he could become like you, an eater, he could live with his want. he could learn to feel no guilt, though it was rare he ever did.

your true compulsions weren't to be learnt, impossible to be taught. to you, they were a birthright. a behaviour you could not unlearn or go without. you were unable to go hungry, couldn't live without feeding. it was more than an addiction, more than life itself. your life was ran by god, and your compulsions. like food and water.

it became an almost partnership. rafe did the dirty work, and you ate. in some ways, it worked. you fed without guilt of murder, like a child being given it's meal without work. he provided for you in that way, and asked your teaching in return.

you tried, to teach him. but how do you teach something that comes so natural? how do you teach a bird without wings to fly?

rafe was more committed than you. he ate, and ate, until he made himself sick. sometimes he couldn't even watch you, sometimes instinct kicked in and he'd puke at just the sight of you feeding. those days were hardest on you.

he let you continue your rituals, lay your wildflowers, bathe in the lake. started driving you out of town of a night, when the need became too strong. found victims worth killing, by his standards.

rafe never cried when he killed. but he sobbed every time he ate.

like a child, he sobbed. into your blood stained clothes, inhaling the scent of you and the blood of whom you just ate. clutching at the fabric around your body like he'd die if you let go of him.

you grew to like rafe. in those moments. when he was vulnerable. you laid in bed at night, after praying for forgiveness, dreaming of a life with him. thinking how it would look, without your compulsions, without his perversions.

within a few months, rafe's kill count had jumped from three to seven. the amount you were eating was increasing, only forcing your hunger to grow stronger between meals.

he could tell somehow, when you were. always knew to pick you up that night and drive you out of town. he was learning not only your compulsions, but you. how to be you, how to know you, how to love you.

the metallic smell lingers on your clothes, the white dress stained from the chest down. the droplets sticking to his mouth, cigarette between his teeth as he continues the drive back to town. the radio on low, the tension louder than anything else.

"am i making you feel sick?"

his heartbeat races at your question. he wants to lie. wants to make you feel better. he doesn't want you to tell him that you have to stop. he can't tell you the truth, you'll leave.

"no." he whispers, hand draping out the window as he flicks the ash from the cigarette. the lie creeps in the air, bites at you more than the cold wind. the scar on his shoulder peaks out below his tank, the constant reminder of who you are. how this started. what you could do. "you're not."

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

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[teenalien-xx]

˖ ࣪⊹౨ৎ i ended up awkward but sweet

[choupistickfaitdesbetises]

I will be rough with you in so many sweet ways...

[silvyysthings]

Lee ❤

[demadogs]

BONES AND ALL (2022) Dir. Luca Guadagnino

[chalamania420]

it don’t matter.

Timothée Chalamet for Rolling Stone Mangazine, December 2024 issue ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪.♡

📸: Aidan Zamiri

[zadeemae]

[janecampion]

Taylor Russell as Maren

BONES AND ALL

2022, dir. Luca Guadagnino