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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Guest Lecturer

Synopsis: One where YN get's swarmed by a bunch of Harry's fans, the aftermath turns out not to be that good

Ps. Not proof read.

PS.S. I have written something similar before but I like this one better. I might take down the previous one, or I might not. Hope you like this one.

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Harry couldn't be more proud of his Fiancé and baby mama than he is now.

She had just told him she's got the opportunity to take guest lecture at NYU by the University itself. It was in three week. Certainly a big step in career as she'd be teaching and introducing the research she has been doing on something Finance related-which he didn't understood even one bit, but he loved to listen her rant about it sometimes-she's doing among the folk at her University.

She found it very nerve wrecking to go and speak in front of a class of 300 plus post grad students at one of the best universities in the US if not in the world. She was done preparing for her lecture, she would be there for a week and taking lectures for just a day but it was making her nervous.

Harry being the best partner he is to her, he took her to New York two days before she even have to start her work, she just have to meet with the university board a day prior that's all she's got a day before.

It was her first time in New York. It was rather humbling for Harry because he did not get to vacation with his partner around the world whenever he wanted with her, he has to actually work along with her schedule and work related duties because he loves her and that's what good and supportive partners do. But he also wanted to take her to the Central Park because she has been wanting to go there. She was also planning to go to one of his MSG shows just for that, especially the Harryween show so it would match up with her off days.

It was a tiny of risk him being spotted by his fans there. Though he is expected to be in Canada for his shows there, that's in two and half weeks and he's got plenty of time with his love. But he was willing to take the rist if going to the tourist spots makes her happy, he's not afraid to be seen with her, he loves her, he's fathered her first child, he's marrying her soon, what's there to hide? Nor does she finds anything wrong with it.

"You look pretty baby," he cooed. She'd worn her favourite sun dress with pretty flowers printed on the white fabric, it was a bit fitted around her belly now especially that the bump was growing, she is four months and two weeks in already. Harry got her that dress, just because. He likes to get her many and random just because presents for some reason, it's not even surprising anymore if he gets her anything.

"I think I should change, it's too tight around my belly." She said smoothing her palm over he bump.

"What are you talking about? It's not tight," he said and it was true. When he got that dress it was bigger than her usual size but she did not bothered to get it altered bht it fits her perfect now, just accentuate her baby belly now.

"No, my arms look chubbier, I should wear something else." She pouted checking herself oit in the bathroom mirror.

"First of all, hey stop checking out my Missus like that and second, no your arms don't look chubby." He protested.

"But I've put on weight."

"And that's healthy, for you and for our little bean growing inside your womb." He walked up over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind he pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Let's go now yeah? What does the baby want for breakfast?"

"Baby wants some warm chocolaty pancakes." She said.

It was now a code word for all her cravings. And what the baby wants, the baby gets.

They walked to a restaurant down the street from their hotel which was right in between the central park and NYU. Harry went for a nice indulging smoothie bowl which was her second choice in case she changes her mind, he hand to share it with her by the end but she shared her pancakes with him too. One the way YN even got herself an iced Matcha latte. Not that she can't drink any coffee even though she is pregnant, she just can't surpass the limit of one cup when she's pregnant but she won't be able to sleep at night as coffee tends to hit late in her system and she needed to be fresh and well rested for the next day.

"Harry, it's so pretty here," she was swooned by the surroundings in the central park, the walk through conservatory garden was peaceful and calming, then they made their way to the Central Park Zoo.

"Baby you alright? You wanna go back?" He asked seeing her a little tired from all the walking.

"We can go get lunch after?" She said checking the time on her phone. It's been half past their usual lunch time and none of them noticed.

"Okay," he nodded but took her bag which had few of his things too as he did not felt the need to bring his own tote. They walked around a bit before they headed out but sat on one of the benches to rest, even Harry was a bit tired from walking that much.

"My feet hurt," she chuckled.

"Let's go back to hotel then," he suggested.

"No, I wanted to go to the empire state building." She pouted making a sad kitty face. "I want to go all the way on top."

"I don't know if we should do that today darling, we can go tomorrow after your meeting?"

"I want to go today Harry, I'll be tok stressed for the lecture the next day then," she whined, "please?"

"Can't say no to that face," he sighed in defeat. They went to the top of Empire State building by the time of dinner and head back to hotel to order room service. Least to say YN was pretty tired like Harry said she would be.

"You want me to give you foot massage baby?" He offered but she declined, "a back massage?"

Okay, she found it a bit embarrassing but she's had problems with her back from sitting at a desk for hours and also standing for hours and hours teaching, even a little bit of weight of her just showing baby bump managed to kill her back sometimes. She did not hesitate to take the back massages from him though, especially because where they always lead to next.

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Day three and YN was already feeling homesick. Her lectures went amazing today, she was proud of herself to talking in front of double the amount of students she's used to and get out of her comfort zone. She headed straight back to hotel all tired and feeling sick from the burrito she ate for lunch today.

"Hiya my babies," Harry greeted with a kiss on her lips and a hand on her bump. "How was your day?"

"Great!" She nodded, "I'm just tired," sighing she kept her bag on the bed, it was hard to breath all of a sudden so she tried not to panic. It was tale tell sign of her throwing up. She threw up to say the least. It was a total myth that morning sickness always happens in the morning, no you het any time of the day.

"Hey, it's okay." Harry cooed rubbing her back gently, trying to coax her to not cry, "it's okay baby." He fished for the tissue box when she finally sat down on the floor, a sweaty and coughing mess.

"I'll get you some water yeah?" With that he ran out and got her a bottle of water. "Did you eat anything for lunch?"

"Burrito. It came out though." She nodded taking the bottle from him and rinsing her mouth couple of time to get rid of the nasty flavour in on taste glands.

He chuckled, "well I was hoping we could go out for dinner tonight but we'll stay in."

To that she nodded in agreement. All she wants to do is get out of this damn suit into one of his hoodie and shorts and lie down. Sure she wasn't heavily pregnant just yet but she has been feeling way too tired per usual. She's gonna call in sick for next couple of days and stay in bed.

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"My friend wants to see me for lunch today," she shared with Harry, still lied in bed waiting for the room service breakfast to arrive. He had just gotten out of shower with just a towel around his waist.

"Yeah? You should go see them." He suggested.

"You said you wanted to go out." He reminded him.

"We go get dinner after," he shrugged, "I've got you all to myself, it's unfair for your friends to not be able spend time with you."

She chuckled because it is true, when they're both always together doing something or other that she hardly ever goes out with her friends. That's how she is really, she is well off on her own with Dorothea in her flat but since Harry, he's always at hers so it's just a bonus for her. YN doesn't like to go to crowded places it makes her feel sick, she feared especially now that she is pregnant.

YN has not seen her friend since they both graduated and she moved to New York for work, so she felt bad even thinking about turning her down.

"Is it Emily?" He asked putting on a pair of training shorts.

"Yeah, I haven't seen her since we graduated." YN nodded, "I think I should go see her. And we can go get dinner together then?"

"Mhmm, sounds like a great plan to me," he smiled and walked over to her to get his kiss. "How she is doing now?"

"She had a baby girl about six months ago," YN shared. "What are you going to do today?"

"Was going to go down to Sony office for some work, Tommy is in town." He shared.

"Ah, okay." YN nodded.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a little anxious to go out alone. Not that I'm not used to it but the new city is scaring me a little." She sighed, finally got out of bed. Got ready to go see her friend after breakfast. She wore one of Harry's Pleasing hoodie and her baggy jeans, wanting something less to carry on herself.

"Look at you with all your pregnancy glow!" Emily squealed seeing her best friend.

"Hey," YN chuckled and hugged her, "how is baby Alex?"

"She is with her mum today." Emily shared, "my girlfriend took her out today on a little mummy daughter date, that's how she puts it."

"That's cute!" YN said.

"You look very pregnant already, you sure you're mot having twins?" She asked.

"Oh no, god I couldn't handle it." YN shook her head. "I can't believe I'm gonna grow even more for next four months and I already can't handle the weight." And her doctor says she's gained the right amount of weight and baby is weighing perfect for their age in her belly, it was already killing her.

"What are you having, do you know yet?" Emily walked to her car and opened the door for her.

"Not yet, I think we're gonna wait to know." YN shared.

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YN had fun with Emily, they had a very girlie day. Went to get their hair and makeup done before lunch and watched a movie like they used to when both of them were in Uni. It was nostalgic in a sense that both of have grown so much. Both of them have or is having a child of their own now. It was wild to think how fast time flew by.

Emily still haven't met Harry so YN invited her and her girlfriend on dinner with them. Harry wanted to meet her friends too, but she only has one friend so he was pretty excited to meet her. They had dinner at this very cosy restaurant which was Harry's favourite.

"Look at her," Emily cooed seeing her daughter all bubbly and talking with YN, who had her in her arms. It was fun to have baby entertainment throughout their dinner. Baby Alex was smitten by Harry already as she did not leave YN's lap once who was sat next to him, stealing peas and bits carrots from his plate.

YN doesn't blame her, Harry is to be smitten worthy. But seeing him with Alex melted her heart. She knew he is going to be amazing dad to their baby already.

He's changed alot since they got to know they're having a baby, he's doubled up on his caring and patience side. The biggest change is that she let's her be little spoon every night just so he can feel the little bean. Put up with all her random mood swings even though he knows he doesn't have to, runs to stores in middle of night to get her anything she asks for.

This was all bare minimum he says, but the bare minimum is enough to make her fall for him even more. She just can't wait to marry him already.

Emily's girlfriend was talking about something, YN related to her so much because she is a professor too. They were having their dessert already. But Harry's phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

"I'm sorry about that," he pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket, "I have to take this, sorry." He handed Alex back to YN and stepped away. Girls got back to their conversation like nothing happened really.

"Hey, umm, I am really sorry guys but we all have to get out of here as there are a bunch of people and fans outside." Harry informed getting back to their table, "I just got a call from my manager. I think you should leave first and take Alex out safely." He suggested.

"Oh," Emily sounded, "yeah it's okay."

Harry asked for the bill and paid for it, before he had made sure YN's friends were out and in their car safely with their baby.

"Okay, we'll get out through the back yeah?" He asked.

"But your car is parked in the front?" YN pointed out. He couldn't get a cab at the back of the restaurant and leave his car where it was. He had to escort her out.

"Okay, let's go." He nodded and took her bag. "Hold my hand and stay behind, yeah? Just look down and don't entertain them."

"Mhmm," she nodded and followed him out.

Harry had his car brought up front there, Jeffery had sent his driver to pick them both up. He walked out with her behind him holding onto her hand. His fans were screaming his name, he was annoyed least to say.

He loves his fans, but god can they be annoying some times! He just wanted to have a nice evening with his Fiancé and her friends and not have to leave so abruptly like that.

YN was trying her best to keep up with Harry's pace through the crowd of screaming fans. Now some were even calling her names which she could careless to give a mind to, even Paparazzi asking Harry weird and inappropriate questions about himself and even her, when she felt a push behind her knee and she almost fell flat on her face but Harry being right in front on her prevented that but she fell on her knees. She winced tugging onto Harry's hand.

"Hey, it's alright love, get up, get up," Harry helped her up and dusted her pants for her. He kept her kept her in front of him now ss he opened the door for her and let her get in first and got in himself as the driver took off. "You alright baby?" He worried seeing a rip in her perfectly fine jeans.

"No, it hurts," she sighed trying to keep her breathing normal.

"Sir, can you please take us to the hospital?" Harry asked the driver who was already making a turn towards hospital. "It's okay, don't cry YN."

She felt a shooting pain in her lower tummy which scared the shit out of her making her let out a loud whine. "My stomach hurt Harry!" She managed to get it out.

"We're going to the hospital yeah? You're going to be fine baby. I'm sorry." He held her close to him, not knowing what to do himself as everything was happening so fast.

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Harry had called Jeffery over to the hospital until he could go see her and informed him about what happened. Doctors were almost done checking in on her they were just going to do an ultra sound to check if the baby is okay, they called in Harry to tell him what happened.

"Hello, Mr. Styles I am Dr. Aly." Doctor introduced herself, "you're fine Mrs. Styles now, we've given you some mild pain medication. It was just stress but we're going to do an ultra sound as you bled a little, it's to just make sure your baby is all okay, yeah?"

"Yeah, thank you." YN nodded.

"I'll be back in a few." Doctor left the room.

"Hey, I'm sorry baby." Harry sat next to her on the edge of her bed, holding onto her hands.

"Don't have to say sorry, Harry." She laced her fingers through his, "it's okay. I'm just a little worried for our baby."

"They're going to be fine." He assured her, "but I'm so sorry for what happened. I don't know how everyone knew we were there."

"It's not your fault Harry," she said.

"Your knees? Do they hurt?" He enquired.

"A little, they're bruised a bit." YN nodded.

"Glenn is coming over with a change of clothes for you, yeah?"

"Mhmm," she nodded, "can we go home after, please?"

"Anything you want baby," he agreed in a heartbeat, "did loose you balance or someone push you?"

"It's okay now Harry, we can just go home now." She shook her head not wanting to talk about it. Especially when she knew someone pushed her and he would be so furious about it.

"Just tell me so I can fix this yeah? I'm so worried about you now, you almost passed out on me baby in the car. You shouldn't be treated this way, I'm not going to be with you all the time I need to make sure you're fine. Even our baby. Okay? Did someone push you?" He voice was calm and low as he spoke to her, trying to coax out the information out of her. She just nodded.

"Yes."

"Oh god," he let out a heavy sigh, "I will do something about it. I love you." He leaned down to press a kiss on her mouth.

"I love you." She mumbled against his lips and wrap her arms around his neck.

After making sure to the baby was completely healthy, Harry took YN back to their hotel so they can pack up and leave the next morning. He did all the work whilst he made her lie down and take rest. She was given an all good to travel back home but she had to take as much rest as she could for next couple of days after.

Harry didn't know how it was going to work, they were moving into their new flat. She'd taken up all the responsibilities to take care of everything, guide and help workers set up the empty flat as both of planned as Harry finished up with his tour. But he wasn't going to tour now, especially after this. He'd already told Jeffery to cancel every show and some tickets were already being refunded. He was disgusted by the behaviour of people who claim to love him towards person he loves so much, who's going to be mother his first born, who he's promised to marry and spend rest of his day with.

He wouldn't want to miss the last half of being with his love through the time their bubba comes home finally.

The very next day, he had to have a meeting with his label manager and talk about the incident. Though he wasn't going to talk to about it as it would open up his love to more and more criticism. He had no other choice. But before that he took her back home and they went to see her doctor who was helping them from the very start of them finding out.

"Harry, you don't have to do that." YN said, watching him type out a tweet on his phone. Though she was glad he was with her now and not having to go on tour, she had that right to not want him to leave her when she's carrying his child, especially for the last three month and half.

"I have to baby," he sighed, "if not for you and me, then I have to do it for our bubba. They're gonna grow up, we can't keep them inside all of the time. We're going to take them out with us, to the park, to school, on trips with us. I can't."

"Harry Bubba isn't even born yet, we can worry about that later?" She suggested.

"I wish, but later would be too late baby. Our bubba doesn't deserve that. You don't deserve what happened. Somebody pushed you!" He stressed the last sentence more. "Lemme do this, yeah?"

She just nodded and picked up her phone to see what he tweets, he'd be busy posting the same on Instagram so she can be sneaky and read it.

Harry_Styles Truly heartbroken and upset at what happened in New York. I never imagined I'd be asking for some privacy like this, on social media. We nearly lost our unborn baby that day. My Fiancé was really injured. I sadly want to announce the North American tour will be cancelled until further announcement, all tickets will be refunded. You can find more information on the website. H.

Replies:

Harrysbigtoe omg! I'm so sorry Harry. It's so disgusting what happened. I hope your girlfriend and baby is fine now. All the love!

Adoreyourry wait! Harry has a girlfriend? He's engaged? So she is his Fiancé? Who is also pregnant? With his child? He's going to be a father? WHAT THE FUCK!

harrys2ndnipple to the people who were present in that night in front of the people and hurt his partner, I hope you fall your bed tonight and break three bones, I hope your pillow is burning hot and you wake up with a nightmare every night you go to bed. You can fuck off, with kindness.

KyleRoberts She's the one who took a guest lecture at NYU. She's an amazing person and an even more amazing professor, I don't get why everyone is hating on her so much. Y'all don't even know her name, so shut the fuck up!

Mazethecorn for real mate! She's my professor at my Uni and she is such a sweetheart and warm person. Y'all better stop calling my professor names or you'll have to fight a Maze with Guns and grenades.

Harryslover y'all are disgusting, eat shit and go to touch some grass.

Harrystats in your face disgusting bitches. He didn't say love this time. He doesn't love y'all anymore for hurting his partner and their unborn baby. Fuck you!

On top were only good and supportive tweets. But she expected him to post a whole rant about it but he kept short and sweet. He posted the same on Instagram, with Dorothea right by his side, peeping into his phone as if to help him write a statement to the people who've hurt her human mummy and human sibling like that. But she walked back towards YN and rested her head on her bump after climbing into her lap, the cat somehow knew she is pregnant.

"Papa is angry, isn't he?" She talked to Dorothea, seeing Harry's practically red face.

"I'm not angry baby, just upset." He corrected her getting into bed with her. He was going to rest his hand on her but his hand was smacked away by Dorothea.

"Hey, that's my baby in there." He whined and rested his hand on YN's bump again this time he got lucky. "She knows, doesn't she?"

"I bet, she never purrs this loud." YN nodded running her fingers through her cats fur.

"Mhmm," he nodded. "We can move to our new home next week, or when you're feeling better yeah? How do you wanna decorate the nursery?"

"We should made a Pinterest board." She suggested.

"I love that." He agreed in a heartbeat.

"Harry, you know? I'm so happy you're not going on tour anymore, does that make me selfish?" She shared.

"Of course not baby," he cooed, "I never want you two alone anymore now. You're not selfish for wanting me to stay, yeah?"

"Mhmm." She nods and kisses him, "I love you."

"I love you more." He smiled, "and our bubba."

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see-arcane · 3 months

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It's February and the Harkers are going to be Extra.

Friend, 'Extra' is where they start.

Every Valentine card manufacturer, florist, and chocolatier in Exeter send personalized gift baskets to the Harkers' home on February 15th, thanking the couple for their contribution to their gains. Not because the Harkers needed to bother with their venues--they grow their own holy flora, they make their own confectionary treats, and they've long since mastered the art of achingly tender letters and card creation--but because all the other over-the-top ribald and romantic antics they get up to in broad daylight is fantastic for business.

So much so that certain surly paramours and spouses across the city thought they must be hired actors. But no. That's just how the Harkers are. And post-Dracula? They're even worse (better). They can't go an hour without becoming a live portrayal of a pulp romance cover. Every kiss is a breathing exercise because they keep forgetting to come up for air. There are bridal carries from both of them. Heartfelt gifts delivered to one or the other, something to unwrap each day until the lovesplosion of Valentine's Day like a sappy advent calendar.

Mina Harker makes her preliminary move on February 12th. Lets herself into her husband's office, locks the door, pulls the blinds, and does not leave until three hours later.

Jonathan Harker makes his preliminary move on February 13th. The kind of move that involves many a dropped monocle, teacup, and jaw from onlookers. Fans are utilized to little effect.

February 14th as celebrated by the Harkers is custom-crafted by Eros himself and words cannot do it justice. Everyone else's February 14th, as a defense mechanism, is harried in its tide of frantic Valentine acts among others trying to match at least a fraction of the Harkers' romantic miasma.

And all seems fine afterward.

...Up until Exeter is forced to behold the Harkers on their anniversary.

#so yeah maybe possibly the Harkers enjoy February a bit #jonathan harker #mina harker #holiest love #valentine's day #dracula

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mjanelupinblack · 5 months

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I don’t understand but I luv u (minghao x reader) PT1 ✨

Summary:

Where you are eternally in love with Minghao but your friendship with Mingyu prevents you from doing anything to have him.

Where a deep hole pierces your heart and there’s no way to fill it except for the touch of another lonely soul.

Pairings: Minghao x Reader / Mingyu x Reader (for now, this will get messy)

"Was it so difficult to stay quiet?" Mingyu complains, having run out of paper balls to throw. He's annoyed because, if it weren't for Hansol's suggestion, they could have left school ten minutes ago.

Mingyu is right, at least for the rest of my classmates who yawn and stretch in their seats, their school supplies put away, eager to go home. For me, those ten lost minutes are a free ticket to dream without restraint. Mingyu realizes this when I nod absentmindedly in response to his comment, completely unaware of what he said, as I'm more focused on the pristine strands of Minghao's golden hair. In the sapphire streaks that peek out amidst his straight hair, like a cascade of freshly cut lupines, fresh and ready to be arranged into a bouquet.

Minghao fixes a mischievous strand of hair and sighs, reclining in his seat with crossed arms. He appears attentive to Hansol's contributions until a wet paper ball hits his neck, and my heart skips a beat as he touches the spot.

He turns to smile at Mingyu, who doesn't respond to his friendly gesture. From that moment on, the world never returns to its course.

Mingyu and Minghao are friends. Not as close as to laugh together until their stomachs hurt or as loyal as to offer to catch a bullet with their chests for each other, but they exchange a word or two when necessary. They met at the beginning of high school, long before I entered the school to disrupt the already established dynamics of that classroom. It's not necessary to look closely to realize that they are very different, like the front and back of a coin, designed with their own peculiarities and destined never to meet. The sun and the moon. Heat and coolness. Mingyu's skin is chocolaty and melts with the warmth of his temperament. I've never touched Minghao's skin, but I imagine it shares the color and qualities of porcelain, like grabbing a snowball in your hands and trying to melt it with your body heat, but the snow is colder and ends up freezing your skin. Perhaps that's why interacting with Mingyu flows so naturally, like water, while just the sight of Minghao makes my teeth chatter and sends me seeking refuge by the fire.

I like his ethereal aura, like a dragonfly impossible to catch because his soul is free, and the wind supports it. So, all that's left is to watch him fly. Watch him touch the sky. Watch when I leave the classroom to go to the bathroom and casually pass by the practice room. I see him stretch his body like a dancer from those fairy tales. He seems even more flexible than them. Because Minghao is not from this world, but the world could be his.

"Are you coming?" Mingyu asks while Hao engages in a heated conversation with Wonwoo about why Tottenham Hotspur doesn't need Harry Kane to win.

Mingyu knows the answer to his question.

"Are you still afraid to share space with Minghao?" he insists. "He's human. Flesh and bone. He doesn't bite, unless..."

He mocks me. He refuses to let go of my infatuation with Hao, so he makes jokes, falls silent when they're not funny, and eventually changes the subject to avoid poking at the wound. He teases me about the blush on my cheeks. It's intense, like two freshly picked apples from a tree. He also teases me about my racing heart and my limited ability to take it out of my chest and carry it like an accessory in my hand.

For him, using his heart on his sleeve is so easy.

III

Gyu shares a peach with me that had been waiting its turn in his backpack among all the fruits. Flavors burst in our stomachs, like two hungry fugitives who devour and can't do anything else. Both of us have juices running down the corners of our mouths; juices that we absorb with our tongues and wipe away with the back of our hands. We end up with sticky fingers. He cleans one hand on his pants and offers me his earbud with the other to start our Friday afternoon ritual. I don't particularly like the song he plays, but I refrain from making comments as I gaze at the vastness of the sky. Not a single cloud disturbs its majesty. Only the seagulls do, gliding far away from our bench.

My eyes are tired. And my mind even more so because, every time I close my eyes, they replay the stretched silhouette of Minghao, as if trying to touch the ceiling with the tips of his fingers. His form seems to be carved on my eyelids. Engraved in every nook and cranny, despite the darkness. This time, I don't close my eyes, but the image presents itself to me almost as involuntarily as when I replay it in my head. Maybe because he is there this time, in reality. And from his lips, my name slips out with a sweetness like that of the peach I just nibbled.

"Wonu told me we're neighbors," he spits out what I've been hiding so easily, as if counting on with his fingers. "I wanted to offer to walk you home. To make it safer."

"Ha! Safer?" Mingyu asks. "She's a black belt in Jiujitsu."

Minghao seems surprised. Behind the clear glass of his glasses, he opens his eyes wide, as if asking me if it's true. An admiration I always longed to receive and that hurts even more deeply when it comes from him.

How much more interesting would it be if that were true, if I had already achieved the black belt a long time ago. How much more interesting would it be if I soared through the air and stretched myself like a fairy made of plastic bones. If I did things faster, if I didn't mind taking my time. If his kind gaze didn't terrify me and if words flowed like a river when he stood in fronto of me like a mountain.

Yes, we're neighbors. Yes, I would love for you to accompany me, and no, I'm not a black belt in Jiujitsu, but I would like to be one in another, more interesting life.

"We'll walk together after class," Mingyu replies because I'm frozen. He peels a mandarin without paying more attention to the matter. He didn't expect a different outcome. "Thanks for the offer."

Hao says goodbye. My mouth closes in an empty smile, licks the air, loses all its meaning after Hao leaves, and Mingyu changes the song to a more melodious one.

He seems at peace. Mingyu is the solace of silence; someone who speaks for you when your tongue is tied. He is the sigh of relief after smelling a vanilla-scented candle when you thought your lungs couldn't stretch any further.

He feels comfortable.

And Minghao walks down the street without a drop of tranquility to ease my thirst.

We head to the arcade; a playground for kids, a step into the casino for young adults. There are machines that make noise, scream, and cry with something akin to fun. Fun and joy go hand in hand, but I'm not sure they're the same thing. As we enter, we find Wonu sitting in a flight simulator. He shoots innocent civilians who will respawn as soon as he drops the game and start playing Just Dance.

"Yah! We told you to wait for us at the entrance," Mingyu complains, grabbing the monstrous headphones surrounding Wonwoo's head and shouting right into his ears.

"Yah!" Wonu imitates him. He tries to save the game, but the civilians escape like cockroaches and a tank breaks one of his airplane’s wings. "I waited at the entrance for twenty minutes!"

Wonu tries to be aggressive, but his shouts don't even tickle Mingyu's ears.

"Well, we arrived five minutes late!"

A woman looks at them as a librarian would. She asks for silence with a furrowed brow, even though they're in the palace of teenage chaos. In fact, that's the bait. With her disdainful humor, she makes Gyu look her in the eyes, his eyes wandering on the curves of her mature body. I wonder if I look equally exposed, equally filled with lust when I watch Minghao's slender body stretch. Or maybe I put on the same long face as Wonu, humiliated and disappointed when Gyu leaves us to talk to the stranger.

"It's just you and me," I say, trying to cheer him up. "How about Just Dance?"

"She could literally kidnap him."

"Maybe Mario Kart?"

"How old do you think she is? Do you even think they let her in here?"

"We can play bowling, basketball..."

He condemns me with a murderous look. One that was originally created for Mingyu, the guy who breaks his heart in every chance he gets. Wonu notices his terrible way of confusing emotions; of always directing them to the wrong people, and his gaze softens.

"I feel like punching a wall."

"Well then, Street Fighter it is!"

We never talk about Wonwoo's feelings. Not because we don't try, but because every time we think about it, a strange phenomenon occurs; his face tenses up as if he can feel our thoughts like a cold breeze. When emotions are too strong, it's better to keep them locked up. To refuse to open the Pandora's box unless the other person approaches, pulling their demons by the tail. Otherwise, they often reject the help and mistake it for condescension.

Stubborn. That's a word that fits both of them like a glove.

We go from Street Fighter to Just Dance. I let Wonu be aggressive in the first one, winning without soul. After all, he'll be too distracted to beat me in Just Dance, and if the tiebreaker game is about physical skill, my body will be more activated than his, with adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

As expected, I win. Much to my chagrin, the third game is not about physical but mental skill. The claw machine stands before me like a monster.

"The first one to get a plushie wins."

"I don't have money to play this."

"I'll pay, are you scared?"

In fact, I'm scared. Not scared of losing per se; what I fear are the emotions that torment me after each failure. I know Wonu fears the same thing. Maybe that's why we can compete against each other. Because the loser limits himself to buy the ice cream and the rest of the ride proceeds in silence. No jokes. No teasing or stirring what doesn't need to be touched.

"You go first."

Wonwoo almost wins on his first try. I try and try, but the teddy bear, the caterpillar, and the penguin slip away from the claw. Half an hour goes by without either of us getting close to winning.

"I need to go to the restroom," Wonwoo announces.

"Don't cheat!" I shout as he leaves.

"How can I cheat from there?!"

I try to take a break. Then I realize how difficult it is to soothe a hungry spirit. I try to find logical combinations, intelligent ways to cheat, but nothing works. I end up leaning against the plushie machine, watching Gyu from a safe distance; the woman he spent the last hour with looks much younger under the new light. Different from the initial stupor. My friend is helping her redirect the bowling ball towards the pins, but there seems to be much more behind that innocent gesture.

I imagine myself being held the same way; firmly, embraced by strong and affectionate arms. I get lost in a daydream where my friend laughs in my ear, tickling my neck with his breath. I would never dare to flirt with Mingyu, but my chest begins to feel bland. I think Gyu has spent enough time with this girl whom he will never see again once he gets bored. Two hours earlier, he had his fingers in my mouth, feeding me tangerine slices as if I were a little bird in need of care. She will find something better. But what do I have?

"You should align the hook with that puppy's ear," a calm voice says.

"That's what I'm trying to do," I reply. "Do you mean this one?"

Minghao shakes his head. He approaches and taps the glass three times.

"This one here."

I'm still wearing my school uniform, sweating the same sweat I've been dripping for hours. In contrast, Minghao wears tight-fitting pants that cling to his skin. His scent is so strong that I hope the particles find their way into my body and imprint it forever.

I speak before thinking, and I realize that's the only thing that allowed my voice to remain steady.

Next step, Hao inserts a coin. His hair falls loose over his ears. He manipulates the claw machine and it obeys him as if he was God himself. The claw drops, rests on the puppy's hairy ear, and rises again. His once empty hands now hand me the plushie.

"Thank you," I manage to respond. I appreciate my upbringing's politeness.

"It's nothing. I saw you both struggling to get it."

"Yes... We were having a little competition, actually."

"For the plushie?"

I have a feeling that it finally happened. It happened, and I responded with the wrong thing because going to an arcade and having a competition to win a plushie from the claw machine is such a childish thing to do when you're seventeen. I reply with a yes; it was a competition for the plushie, and I hug the puppy as if Minghao were about to snatch it from my hands. As if it were a test, and I had failed.

"Then you won."

"No, he'll know you got it."

"I'll leave right away. And I won't say anything to him."

God sets the rules. He determines what's right and wrong, what should be said, and what should remain hidden. Now, he's playing the Devil's game, taking the same things he said were wrong and making them right.

"Were you expecting someone?" I ask, aware of the gradual but sure crumbling of my morality.

My question seems to be the equivalent of his statement. It bothers him because no one dares to ask questions to a God who doesn't have time to give answers.

"My partner."

"A man?"

Hao nods.

"Actually, it's just my date."

He glances at his watch and makes a gesture indicating it's time to go. Before his departure, I can already see him disappear; become transparent and revealing that everything was a projection of my most cherished desire until then: to have a conversation with him.

But the plushie remains heavy in my arms. And it looks at me with the vital gaze of a living creature.

When Wonwoo arrives, I hand him the puppy.

"I won," it hurts to say that. It's a lie, and I think my friend notices it.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen the8 #minghao fluff #highschool au #seventeen imagines

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sandbees · 1 year

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Miscellaneous

Yuu Eats Lilia’s Cooking to Assert Dominance

15 Things the First Years Have Done

Other Shenanigans the First Years Did

The Time Yuu Became Popular in Their School

Riddle’s Therapy Session

Yuu Becomes a Card Collector (Level Up!)

PARKOUR! (Add on)

Yuu Being Petty

First Years Play Uno

April Fools! (1st Post) (2nd Post) (Ask 1) (Ask 2)

Words of Affirmation

FNAF AU (Original Post (and added on by Zozobegone)

Twisted Wonderland but in Disneyworld

Yuu Proposes

Incorrect Quotes (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

DreamSMP Script (Actual Casting!)

Can Your Pet

S’mores

Snowman

Uh-Oh, Spaghetti-Os

Magic Crystal

Cosplayer! Yuu

Fallout

Yuu Sleepwalking

Gem Hybrid! Yuu (Original Post (original idea from twsty-lav) (Ask 1) (Ask 2) (Ask 3) (Ask 4)

Curvy! Yuu gets Bullied

Winx Club AU! (Original Ask)

Fairy Tail! Yuu (Celestial Spirit User! Yuu) (Grand Magic Games) (Erza! Yuu)

Eldritch Horror! Grim

Shapeshifter! Yuu (Original Ask)

Happy Tree Friends! Yuu (Original Ask)

Easter Eggs!

Final Fantasy! Yuu

Yuu in Mario Cart (Dorm Leaders)

Yuu's Mom Almost Kills Them

Disgaea! Yuu

Weirdcore! Yuu

South Park! Yuu (Original Post) (Ask 1)

Chocolatier! Yuu

Demigod! Yuu

Who Made Me Princess x Twisted Wonderland

Mario! Yuu (Original Ask) (Ask 2)

Pokemon AU (Original Ask) (Ask 2) (Ask 3) (Ask 4)

Kakeguri! Yuu (Original Ask) (Ask 2)

Yuu is Eliza's Descendant

Yuu's Mom is Lady Dimitrescu

Harry Potter AU (Ask 1)

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Shes underwater again - Send me a situation along with a character and i’ll write a lil blurb (e.g sirius black x shy! fem! reader on their first date)

fred weasley x wife!reader(wolfstar daughter???) announcing that their having a baby to the family?

Announcement

Fred Weasley x wife! reader

Summary: Fred and y/n tell their family they are expecting

Warning: pregnancy, mentions of sex and food, established relationship

A/n: 1.6k words, yes yes yes i love writting wolfstars daughter dating freddie it’s just so perfect 💛

Navigation | Fred Weasley Masterlist | Celebration

“Don’t look so nervous” you peer up at your husband “They’re going to be thrilled” you try to reassure him

He looks down at you “I know my mum and dad will be it’s your parents I’m worried about…and Harry…and James” he swallows hard “Not Lily…your aunties though...at least they aren’t coming...merlin I can’t believe I haven’t told Georgie yet” he was starting to stress out

You look at him in amusement “Freddie calm down...” you tilt your head “You know we’re married right?” you check

“Last time I checked yeah” he holds up your hand with the ring, giving it a kiss “Why?” he asks a little confused

You smile cupping his cheeks “Because you’re acting like we’re teenagers and about to tell them we’re together for the first time” you laugh sweetly at him

“This is different, sure that was nerve racking, terrifying even and your dad chasing me around the house as a dog is something I still have nightmares about” you both giggle at the memory “…even getting married it was only implied…” he goes on

“Implied?” you look at him strangely

He nods “Yes now they’re gonna know we did it at least once” you take a moment before you realise

“Oh merlin” you burst out laughing “Really? That’s what’s got your knickers in a twist? Them knowing we’ve definitely done it?”

“My knickers are not…shut up” he goes a little red “It’s just we’ve only been married a year and we’re young…” he sees your pout “Oh love” he puts his hand over your stomach softly “I just mean they might be a little…you know”

“My uncle James and aunt Lily where the same age as us, and technically my dads were 18 when I was born”

“They were?” Fred says clearly not doing the math “Wait…your older than Harry but they got you…i’m being silly here aren’t I”

You nod “I was adopted when I was 3” you say slowly watching it click

His eyes widen nodding “Oh yeah…sorry I’m just a bit spacey” he motions around his head

“Will a kiss help?” you pose

That makes him smile “Worth a try, right?” he looks at you cheekily, lifting you up and onto the dining table causing you to squeal before he captures your lips

As Fred’s kisses slowly make their way down your jaw to your neck your heads shoot to the door as you hear your father “My eyes! My eyes!” Sirius exclaims covering his eyes dramatically to which Remus just gives an apologetic look

“Sorry we didn’t hear you come in” Fred laughs nervously stepping back but helps you down from the table, hand subconsciously moving to protect your stomach

“I understand your newlyweds…” Sirius starts pointing at the two of you as he walks by “…but don’t go making me a grandfather yet” he chuckles following Remus who seems more interested in stealing a bit of the chocolaty dessert than yours and Freds slighty nervous expressions

You and he share a look “Well this is off to a marvellous start love” he bends down to whisper in your ear “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go put on my running shoes” he tries to walk away but you pull him back giggling

“Freddie”

Soon everyone arrived and was seated. Sirius at the head of one end and Arthur at the other with Molly and Remus sitting around on the right of their partners. James, Lily and Harry sat on the same side as Remus while you and Fred sat opposite with Molly, leaving an empty seat next to your husband for George who had already called ahead to start because was running a tad late

“Would you like to do it now?” Fred whispers to your hand a squeeze “We can tell Georgie together later”

“You sure?” you ask with a small smile

He gives you a nod and quick kiss to the cheek “I’ll get the gifts” he whispers to you before standing up “Everyone my gorgeous wife and I have a little announcement...love” he gestures for you to speak while he moves to go grab the little bags and place them in front of the couples and Harry

You stand up, everyone ready to listen but Molly and Lily looked very interested, eyes flicking from Fred to you to your stomach, which they had noticed your hand moving to hold ever since they arrived “First, thank you for coming over for dinner” everyone smiles “The last year for us has been so amazing and everyone here has...been just the…the” you get a little emotional so when Fred re-joins your said he takes over

“I think what my darling wife is trying to say is we love all of you and we’d like to give you a little something” he gestures to the bags before wrapping his arm around your waist, his other hand moving over yours on your stomach

“Pup you shouldn’t have” Remus says looking at the bag, you knew he hated gifts but you were sure he was going to love this one

Sirius hits him playfully “Shh it’s a present” he says smiling although you and Fred weren’t sure if it would stay that way, out of everyone his reaction was the one you were on the fence about

“Aww thank you dear” Molly says smiling up at you while Arthur just gives you a warm smile and nod

You smile at them but can’t help giggling as you hear your uncle James say ‘I’m a dear’ to Harry who sniggers

“Open them” you prompt, bitting your lip in anticipation

You and Fred watch as they dig into the gifts, Lily and James pulling out their sweaters that say great auntie red and great uncle prongs, both of their faces lighting up. Harry opening his which says from godbrother to godfather, his eyes widening in shock before a soft smile appears. Molly and Arthur pulling out a tiny jumper that says my grandmother makes the best sweaters, the sight making her squeal while Arthur just smiles in a happy shock. Finally your fathers open theirs, Remus getting one jumper with grandpa moony on it and another with grandpa pads, while Sirius had a little baby onesie which read marauders grandchild

Lily is the first to speak “Your?” she looks between the two of you, her and James beaming and hugging into one another as you nod

“Aww I’m going to be a ooooo” Molly says excitedly “Arthur look oh my...” she starts but is too worked up to finish beginning to happy cry, bouncing up and down on her seat as she’s finally going to be a grandmother

You and Fred hug each other tighter before warily looking down to see your parents’ reactions, Remus has a smile on his face mouthing ‘your?’ smiling wider as you mouth ‘yes’ while Sirius just stares at his “I don’t get it…” he looks up chuckling nervously

“Of course he doesn’t” Lily shakes her head while James and Harry let out laughs

“Dad read the writing” you nod to the clothing, leaning into Fred for extra support

He looks at you then the clothing reading it out slowly “Marauders grandchild…I…” he gives it a second to sink in before his eyes shoot to your stomach then the bit of clothing then back at you and Fred “Your pregnant pup?” he asks in complete astonishment

Harry chuckles “Looks like your pups having a their own pup…” James barks out a laugh at his sons statement before he and Harry see the look on Sirius’ face “Sorry” Harry says cringing “I’ll just give my godfather title back then shall I?” he says jokingly

You were about to turn back to your father when George walked in “Hey everyone! Ooo pressies” he rubs his hands together “What did I miss?” he says smiling away looking at you and Fred

James’ looks at Harrys jumper then at Fred “Wait George isn’t godfather” he says confused, sure you and Harry were like siblings but George was Fred’s literal twin

George’s eyes widen “I’m not a what!” he exclaims before he looks down at your stomach “Hold up...Imma be an uncle!” he says joyfully moving to push his own twin out of the way to give you a hug

Fred just chuckles “Love you too Georgie” he says moving over to grab Georges’ gift, holding it out towards him as he returns to your side

George opens it reading the jumper before looking up at you and Fred, poking his cheek with his tongue “I’m gonna kill you both…” he says light heartedly shaking his head “But since your pregnant I’m going kill you twice” he looks at you then to his twin

“What does it say?” Harrys says interested, the entire room laughing as Georges holds up his jumper which reads worlds greatest godmother

The laughter is cut off by Sirius “Wait can we just circle back to me please” he looks around the room “I just got used to reaching my fullest dilf potential, I can’t be a grilf…g-dilf…a grandpa. I’m too young and beautiful” he whines pouting to which you giggle glad that he isn’t angry just panicky about feeling old at the grand age of thirty-nine

Remus turns to his husband “Okay one, we...we are too young and beautiful” he reminds him making the rest of you giggle “Two” he turns to you and Fred “This is so great” he beams “You need anything we are here, food in the middle of the night, painting the room, building stuff, clothes we still have all your old stuff” he assures you making yours and Fred’s hearts soar “And finally three…” he turns back to Sirius “…fullest dilf potential, really love?” he starts laughing

“It’s a sirius issue” Sirius tries to say with a straight face before cracking, he then turns to you “Congrats pup really, I’m a bit shocked but I am happy…although be ready for your da to buy another bike or something, midlife crisis and all that” you smile and giggle while he turns to Fred “You work fast, take my statement earlier to heart did ya?” he teases your husband making him go a bit red

“What is a dilf?” Molly asks completely innocent

“Oh merlin…” Fred presses his hand to his face before pointing at your godbrother “Harry don’t you dare answer that question”

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley and you #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley fanfiction #dad fred weasley #wolfstar parents #wolfstar daughter #husband fred weasley #Jilly

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Two Hearts one Soul

Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo with the prompt: #G49 — "When he lifted his head, she barely recognised him for the bruises." Read on: AO3 Harry felt possibly scandalous, as he was sneaking up the little winding gravel road that led to the Burrow. It was eleven pm on a warm July night and the moon and stars were lighting his way on this clear, cloudless evening.

It was quiet, except for some crickets and his footsteps on the gravel no sounds disturbed the evening silence. Bathing in nature's beauty he relished the nightly atmosphere bestowed on him. Feeling confident under the moon's silvery gown he paced up his steps, now skipping up the little shallow hill toward tonight's goal. The little rustical six-storied wizarding cottage known as the Burrow.

But he wasn’t here for the architecture, if you could even name it that, he was here for something else, someone else. A flame in the dark, his burning light, the love of his life, Ginny.

After a few more minutes he finally arrived at the old building, now simply brandishing his wand, and out of thin air a tall wooden ladder appeared, leaning against the window frame on the third floor.

He climbed up his conjured walkway, trying not to make any more noise than necessary, it was at the end of the day in the middle of the night, and the last thing he wanted, was to wake up her entirely Weasley Clan. Not that he didn’t like them, quite the opposite, he loved them, they were his second family in all but blood, but tonight he was only here for one of them, for her alone.

He finally reached the last step, his eyes now on the same height as the window, he knew she was waiting in there, as it had been her idea for him to come here tonight in the first place.

So he raised his right hand, trying to still keep his balance as he knocked on the thin glass window, three times, just as they had agreed on, not that it was of any importance, no one else would knock on a third-floor window in the middle of the night in a safe quiet little neighborhood.

He waited for a second, trying to keep still, even holding his breath so as to not sway too much on the flimsy wooden ladder.

Suddenly the window opened, catching Harry off guard as he stared into the chocolaty dark brown eyes of Ginny who was now sticking her freckled flushed face out of the window, kissing him on the lips sweetly before he could form a single thought in his head.

It was like a million fireworks went off at once, the whole world seemingly coming to a standstill around just the two of them, and Harry felt like he could levitate.

Only that he couldn’t, quite the opposite, he wasn’t levitating, he was falling… …HE WAS FALLING. And before he could think about it anymore he heard a muffled scream as he forcefully crashed into a tall rose bush Feeling the little thorns scrape at his skin he roughly landed on the wet cool dirt, the bush luckily feathering the worst of the fall.

“Harry! Are you alright?” He heard Ginny’s voice so full of worry, somewhere in the back of his head.

He groaned, lifting himself up to his knees, his ears ringing, everything hurt, but in a way, he knew none of the injuries were overly serious, he had gotten off lucky.

He felt tender hands grasp at his shoulders, pulling him up. So he lifted his head and looked into his girlfriend's worried eyes, they were wide open as she checked him over it seemed she barely recognised him for the bruises on his face.

“Harry, did you break something, where does it hurt, oh baby I am so sorry!” The words stumbled from Ginny’s mouth as she seemed plagued by guilt and worry.

But Harry didn’t want to worry her, if he wasn’t such a fool, he wouldn't have fallen in the first place, so he forced himself to his feet, pulling a gasping Ginny flush against his body, before simply kissing her deeply, all the pain in his body subsiding, becoming a mere afterthought, an anecdote buried under the mass of their blossoming love.

Ginny quickly melted into him, after her surprise had yielded to burning passion, she kissed him back with such force, he felt like an electrical current of pure light was flowing through them, connecting them, their magic dancing through each other's hearts as it harmonised their bodies, entangling their souls. They were one.

And as time stood still, neither of them noticed how the rose buds around them opened, blossoming into fire-red roses, growing under their light, spurred by their magic.

After they finally pulled apart, no scratch, no bruise, and no injury was left on Harry’s radiating body, mended through their unyielding love, where their magic had connected at once.

He knew their love would prevail over their pain, always and forever.

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry x ginny #fluff #ginny lovers #the burrow #romance

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drarryspecificrecs · 1 year

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The Best Cup Noodle by @deliciousblizzardshark [T, 4k] (food) Cup noodles | (travel) Attending an American university

Both Feet in the Grape by Enchanted_Jae [T, 1k] (food) Wine grape-stomping | (travel) Italian countryside vineyard

Chicken Parmi and a Lager by @captateur [T, 3k] (food) Chef/Pub Owner!Harry & Draco | (travel) Australia

Chocolate Cocks and How to Make Them by @drarryruinedme7 [E, 9k] (food) Edible sex toys, chocolate factory owner!Draco | (travel) Switzerland

Contentious Confections by tigersilver [M, 17k] (food) Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans | (travel) Worldwide

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muffindaddystyles · 2 years

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Harry’s an asshole considering the genre of creature he’s and Y/N’s a sweetheart (continuous one shots)

Word Count: 1.2k.

Authors Note: These will be short for the sanity of my mental health. I’m trying to write after 6months of hell. Please, do appreciate my effort by reblogging and leaving feedbacks.

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Blaring shriek whistles away with a celestial energy as the bullet train passes by in it’s full speed. Y/N pules indolently. Her joints feels lit on fire. Her head spinning and her vision blurry from her cry-session before. Her soul senseless to the happenings that’s taking behind her back in that shady corner of the tube’s stairs.

A man crying for help. Choking onto breath as his skin takes a colour of darkness. Eyeballs rolling back to prominent just the whites in them. Y/N’s ears perks up at the eerie scratching noise of nails raking down the grubby wall but her brain ignores it, makes it fly over her head.

She feels the same. Flying over the gates of heaven, candy clouds and glittery rainbows invades her all around.

“Sleep little baby.”

“The little baby doesn’t want to sleep.”

“The jumbie will eat him.”

Y/N sing-songs the lullaby her mother used to hum to her. It used to creep her in her childhood. The thought of a demon named Jumbie breaking into her home and eating her alive used to have her pants wet. But, now as she giggles the lullaby out. Capering and swaying from one feet to another all while hanging at the edge of the platform. It feels calm, numbing to her feelings and chaos whirling inside her.

Her sweet voice that of a siren bounces against the murky floors of the tube catching the attention of a creature that had their eyes already fixated on the human while they siphoned a soul that was meant for hell.

“The soucouyant will suck his blood and the witch—-“ Y/N’s intoxicated eyes shutter opens wide awake, her neck put at a weird angle and her arms stuck above her hip while she screams at the top of her lungs from the fear of getting her skull cracked against the metal frame of speedy passing train - but - there’s someone whose burning grip on her arm keeps her safe from falling and both giving her a heart-attack by not letting her move away from her death itself.

From her clumsiness and stupidness she was about to come under the train.

“You fucking twat!” Y/N squeaks out a hiss when a furious crotchety voice boomed almost quaking the walls on their spot, “Dumb fucking humans.” That just confuses Y/N more but just like any other thing, this also flies over her head and all she does when the adrenalin of dying pacifies down in her veins is that she grins up at whoever just shouted at her.

That grin flatters. The man in his twenties. Tall enough for her to look like a pea infront of him. With sensual pastoral eyes. Cinnamon chocolaty curls. Handsome, clean-shaved face and a jaw carved out of white stone is burning her alive with his intense angry glare.

Harry’s outraged with annoyance that because of this girl he had to let a foul soul slip from his hand.

He did an Angels work by protecting her. What a dumb fucking donkey he’s to be rescuing a human. He grumps to himself. Regretting to go out his way. His demon-ly ways.

He was unable to resist. When his eyes caught a girl in sheer white frock, dancing and signing her heart out - his rotten fingers slipped away from around the corrupt man’s throat. When her black leather jacket fell first on the train tracks his instincts were quick to leap in and pull her back but make her lick the taste of her own stupid medicine cruelly.

Why’s he feeling awful under her soft gaze!? What the fucks wrong with you? You fucking dog of Lucifer!?!?!?!!!!

Harry’s screaming internally at himself. Her bright soft aura almost fooled him to think she was an Angel. The pinks of her eyes making her seem high on the heavens water.

His grip tightens, rather protectively than to hurt her to get his revenge out of annoyance and he glowers his own hand as if to scold it.

“Youuu fuckin’ twattt!” Y/N giggles hysterically mimicking his northern accent with all of the dramatics and twists of mouth, “Oi what was that for!?” Y/N huffs stumbling backwards as Harry flicks her on forehead. He actually wanted to convert her into a mouse so she would be running around this awfully nasty train tube, slipping onto the gutter murk and trying to save herself from getting squished under human boots, for that she looks like a person who’s a clean freak.

Harry turns away from her with an irate roll of his mean eyes and Y/N gasps grumpily, “Oi!” She hiccups a bubble of whatever alcoholic drink she chugged down. Trying to grasp onto his bicep. He’s too bulk for her small hands.

His voice low and monotone as he brushes her off easily, without a remorse, “Don’t you’ve a home to go to you little rat.” His thumbs twitches in his fist not bearing her cold velvet touch on his skin. His lips thins into exasperation. Vexed sigh gurgling within depths of his chest when Y/N leans all over him practically melting into his back, her cheek cutely squished against his sharp shoulder blade as she hugs his arm for life.

What in the clingy fucking fuck.

“Nooooo…” She baubles out sadly. Her pout wavering and her chin wobbling with tears popping and glistening on her waterline.

“Shoo away you rat.” Harry all but ignores her act shrugging his arm to get rid of her instead she wraps herself more securely around him, where she’s just his other skin.

He groans stomping his custom Gucci shoes harshly against the floor. Thumbing at his eyes crudely and tugging at his own curls madly, before snapping his fingers and vanishing into thin air.

Going invisible while being there, inches away from her.

Y/N blinks her eyes inhumanely possible. Taking a 360 of her space and seeing just a couple sitting far off at the bench, her heart shrinks down to her stomach.

Her knees weakens, the heat from her cheeks drains to reveal paleness and Harry smirks, having his lil fun in getting her shit her pants but his own plan blows at him when she flops on her knees drunkenly and starts to cry, with loud shaky sobs and big fat tears.

“Where did you gooooaaaaa!!?” A string of saliva attaches from her bottom lip to her upper one as she opens her mouth wide enough to stuff two Big Macs while she whined and cried, she’s a proper misery party. Her eyes swollen and wet, shut brutally tight that even the tears are finding their way to slip out.

“Can you please shut up?” Harry pops out of blue making himself visible again and she yips out in surprise finding him shadowing over her face mere threads away. A stinging smack echoes in the air, her hand comes in contact to his cheek and if he hadn’t asked the Lucifer to stone him to death he will now after getting slapped by a girl who’s a fucking mortal.

Out of her fright and flight mode her hand flew to land against his cheek and to compensate that, her short length arms instantly weaved around his neck, Harry’s dead heart almost revives to life upon his first humanly hug after centuries of blankness.

“I’m so sorry—- please don’t leave me…” She weeps into his neck in sheer panic and fright, twisting the collar of his black shirt.

Harry just keeps his arms to himself. Shutting his eyelids into defeat and irritation.

“What a fucking torture of a human you’re, little rat.”

He’s about to count his days on the same watch Lucifer gifted him.

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Guilty as charged

For @drarrymicrofic prompt "Guilty"! 🤫 Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading 🥰

Harry watched Draco running from the kitchen to the living room and to the kitchen again, opening all the cupboards with an angry face. Harry bit his toast without really paying attention to his husband when he suddenly felt his toast flying away, magic flooding the room.

"Have you eaten all my chocolate from Switzerland without asking me?" Draco asked angrily.

"Guilty." Harry smiled sheepishly. "Not my fault if you let them gather mold in the cupboard!"

"They are expensive chocolates from one of the best chocolatiers in the world! I’m not going to eat them in one go!"

"Well," Harry waved his hand to Accio his toast back, putting it down on his plate and getting up. "They weren't that good anyway."

He kissed Draco's lips, leaving his husband shocked by this statement and promising himself to book a weekend to Switzerland soon or he would be dead in a few hours.

#drarry #drarry microfic #nelweensfic #so domestic #no one can touch draco's food #drarrymicrofic

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Interview – A Midsummer Night’s Dream director Eleanor Rhode talks technology and Wonka star Mathew Baynton

Aiming to take the chill off this winter is the RSC’s new production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Ahead of the opening this week, director Eleanor Rhode spoke to Gill Oliver about her take on the Dream and what it’s like working with Wonka star Mathew Baynton.

TECHNOLOGY combined with centuries-old stage illusions are making one of the Bard’s most captivating comedies even more magical.

The RSC’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, which opened on Tuesday for an eight-week run, features Ghosts and Wonka star Mathew Baynton as Bottom.

Fresh from his roles as a murderous doctor in the Agatha Christie TV series Murder Is Easy, and an evil chocolatier in hit movie Wonka, Baynton has long been a hero to parents and kids everywhere thanks to his leading role in five series of hugely successful kids’ comedy TV sketch show Horrible Histories and later, its spin-off ‘Bill’, a panto-style take on Shakespeare’s early life.

Also in the cast are Nicholas Armfield as Demetrius, Sirine Saba as Titania and Rosie Sheehy as Puck.

The equally prestigious creative team line-up includes composer Will Gregory (one half of electronic music duo Goldfrapp), set designer Lucy Osborne and illusion direction and designer John Bulleid, feted for his work on Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and the RSC’s The Magician’s Elephant.

Weaving all these star-studded strands together is director Eleanor Rhode, who describes Baynton as “an absolute genius” and the whole cast as “amazing”.

Ms Rhode made her directorial debut for the RSC in 2019 with a radical re-telling of King John – a production that was cut short due to Covid.

Now back to take on Midsummer’s Night Dream she’s happy to be back in Stratford.

“The company is wonderful, and everyone is working together brilliantly so it’s very exciting to be back up here - it’s a lovely place to work," she said.

She brings a fresh and confident vision to Shakespeare’s popular tale of four young lovers who, faced with the prospect of unhappy marriage flee the court of Athens and stumble into an enchanted forest.

Nearby, a group of amateur actors rehearse a play to celebrate an upcoming royal wedding and when the mortals cross paths with a warring fairy King and Queen, chaos erupts as the real and fairy worlds collide.

Ms Rhode explained: “The thing that’s always interested me more than a literal forest is leaning into the dream of a Midsummer’s Night Dream, so this is very much a dream space.

“The most exciting thing is finding that crossover between contemporary technology and stage illusions and stage tricks that are hundreds of years old, so expect to see a lot of those things combined.”

By the RSC’s standards the production is a short run but there are upsides to this.

“It means some of the people who would love to come and work up here but can’t commit to a year away from the other projects they’re doing, can come, have a really lovely time and be up here for 10-weeks - we wouldn’t necessarily be able to get them for longer, so that’s enormously gratifying,” she pointed out.

After this run, Ms Rhode, who has a decade's experience of directing, will spend time in developmental workshops before overseeing her second audio play for release on Audible.

She enjoys working in other mediums such as audio, and is excited by the potential that comes with the “pollination of ideas between lots of different disciplines”.

But unlike the RSC, the theatre industry overall tends to be extremely traditional and not geared-up for sweeping change.

She explained: “In terms of creating experiences which are live but also digital at the same time and which have a really broad reach in terms of the audiences, you’re engaging with people who aren’t traditional theatre goers and really broadening the scope of what live story telling can be.

“There’s a whole heap of possibilities and the lovely thing is that a lot of the technology is already there - the technology isn’t the thing - it’s actually the ability to craft brilliant storytelling entwined with the technology that’s sometimes quite scary.”

As for this production of Midsummer Night’s Dream, no one should worry about technology or stage illusions over-shadowing or interfering with the intimacy of live performance.

“You shouldn’t notice the technology and it shouldn’t feel like a standalone thing, in the same way that stage illusions shouldn’t – everything is entwined with the story,” she said.

“My hope is that it’s something the audience don’t really think about, they just enjoy it.”

She added: “This production is already looking beautiful but it should also be very surprising and, hopefully, keep the audience on their toes with all the amazing magic that’s going on in the show.

“Regardless of that, strip away all the technological and magical surprises and the play is the thing.

“It’s a brilliant show with brilliant actors in it - that’s the key thing."

#stratford herald #eleanor rhode #mathew baynton #mat baynton #a midsummer night's dream #a midsummer nights dream #midsummer night's dream #amnd #rsc #royal shakespeare company #was debating putting his name in the tags but he got a mention in the title and in the interview so #also #did the interviewer not do their research? “murderous doctor”?? i think they've gotten a little bit confused #anyway a lovely read and i had to pay for this loool. getting rid of this free month trial asap #rj: interview #rj: a midsummer night's dream #rj: 2024

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What I think the Slashers smell like

If you think the whole entire list is gonna be of pleasant smells, turn back now, because I know the majority of these mfs are gnarly. Anyway, let's get into it

Michael Myers

Blood (most of these guys are gonna smell like blood, letting you know now, because of course they do)

Probably also smells like car oil due to the suits he gets from killing mechanics

Vaguely smells like dog from getting his meals

Also has a slight stale and musty scent

OG Michael Myers probably also wore a smidge of cologne

Old Man Myers has that, well ... old man smell

Jason Voorhees

I know DAMN well this mf REEKS

He's literally a decaying corpse, of COURSE he smells bad

Also he smells like blood, but like I said, that's a given

If you really lock in, you'll notice an earthy smell

I'm thinking pine, mud, and lake water

Freddy Krueger

Burnt flesh and blood

Probably also smells like sweat from living in that warm af boiler room

Cigarettes, too

He also strikes me as the type to wear axe body spray 💀

Ghostface

One of the few that actually makes an effort to smell decent

Wears a very nice cologne/perfume depending on how they're feeling

You know that scent that hits you when you walk into a Bath and Body works? That's them.

Also probably smells a little bit like weed

Let's not forget the blood

Harry Warden

Blood, coal dust, and sweat for the most part

Also has a very faint chocolaty smell from emptying out those candy boxes to put hearts in

Doesn't get involved with scented candles or cologne or whatever for Valentine's Day for very obvious reasons

Leatherface

Mostly sweat and blood

Also smells like cooked meat for obvious reasons

Chainsaw fuel, definitely

Has a farmy smell, too, like dirt and fertilizer

Charles "Chucky" Lee Ray

Doll!Chucky would smell like plastic and blood. That's it.

Human!Chucky would also smell like blood, but he'd have other scents tossed in there

Cigarettes

Whatever food Tiff makes (mostly Swedish meatballs)

Candles

Tiffany Valentine

Also one that makes an effort to smell nice

Blood scent is still there, but she tries her best to get it out, so it's faint

Mostly smells like perfume and a whole skin care routine

The smell of her cooking sticks with her

Probably also smells like incense and scented candles

#slashers #horror movies #michael myers #halloween movies #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #ghostface #scream movies #harry warden #my bloody valentine #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #chucky #child's play

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Timothée Chalamet and Taylor Russell Will Eat You Alive: How ‘Bones and All’ Became the Year’s Sexiest Cannibal Love Story

By Nick Vivarelli Photographs by Jason Hetherington

Timothée Chalamet has been on a wilder world tour than most rock stars.

Between shooting “Dune: Part Two” in Budapest and “Wonka” in London and the cannibal romance “Bones and All” in Ohio, he’s hardly had time to sleep in his own bed. “We did the ‘French Dispatch’ premiere in Cannes,” he says about the debut of the Wes Anderson comedy in the south of France two summers ago, where he walked the red carpet in a silver suit. “And then I was immediately doing the vocal and dance training at Leavesden” — to take on the role of Roald Dahl’s Willy Wonka — “which was wonderful, because I went from playing a disenfranchised cannibal on the outskirts of American society in the ’80s to a gifted young chocolatier and now a space prophet.”

On this afternoon, 26-year-old Chalamet is taking a break from inhabiting the dangerous planet Arrakis in “Dune: Part Two” to attend the London premiere of “Bones and All.” The drama, which premiered to a 10-minute standing ovation at the Venice Film Festival in early September reteams Chalamet with Luca Guadagnino, the Italian director who turned him into a movie star with 2017’s Sundance darling “Call Me by Your Name.” That gay romance, in which Chalamet plays Elio, an American teenager who falls in love with an older man, not only made Chalamet, then 22, the second-youngest best actor Oscar nominee in history, it gave peach emojis a whole new reason for existing.

If “Bones and All” could be just as culturally relevant, Hollywood would breathe a sigh of relief — because the world of indie cinema could use a jolt. Some 20 years ago, a generation of movie lovers funded art-house theaters by supporting “Boogie Nights,” “Memento” and “The Virgin Suicides.” Now, the 2022 equivalent of storytelling like that is HBO’s “Euphoria.” Post-pandemic box office numbers are sharply down, particularly for smaller movies, which is why United Artists Releasing has given “Bones and All” a Nov. 18 theatrical release: It’s the same window in which almost all installments of the “Twilight” saga dropped, setting multiplexes on fire as teen girls showed up in droves for Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson.

When I meet Chalamet in a hotel room in London, the young actor offers to pour me a glass of sparkling water as we sit down for a conversation with Guadagnino and Chalamet’s co-star, Taylor Russell. Hollywood has had a deficit of movie stars lately, particularly in the 20-something age bracket. Chalamet’s superstar appeal has always been in his “soft boy” aesthetic (which was famously parodied in a hilarious “Saturday Night Live” skit by Chloe Fineman). His fans like that he’s approachable, but he can also turn it up like royalty on a carpet — as he did at the Venice premiere of “Bones and All” in a red jumpsuit with a bare back that created a commotion on the Lido. Chalamet was showered with more cheers than even Harry Styles, who touched down in Italy at the start of awards season for “Don’t Worry Darling.” (Despite speculation on Twitter, Styles didn’t spit on Chris Pine.)

At Venice, Chalamet made headlines when he proclaimed that it’s “tough to be alive” in the age of social media, adding, “I think societal collapse is in the air.” When asked to elaborate on this assertion in London, he backpedals: “I think what I was saying was really, ‘What would it be like to grow up now?’” he says. “I guess I’m still growing up. Especially in the context of my career, I’m still growing. But I think Taylor and my generation was really the level-one social media — Vine, MySpace. And I think now it’s just more ingrained. But I’m definitely not the authority on the subject. And, equally, it could be a great space to find your people.”

I’d taken my 14-year-old daughter with me to the premiere of “Bones and All,” and we watched the screaming hysteria around Chalamet. When the movie premiered six weeks later in Milan, hundreds of Chalamet’s devotees — his followers are known as the “Chalamaniacs” — swarmed the venue, forcing police to close down the red carpet due to safety concerns. Such fandom harks back to the early days of Leo, Matt, George and Brad.

“Venice — that was fun,” Chalamet says, though “fame,” to people of his generation, is a dirty word, and Chalamet clearly wants to be seen as a regular guy (for instance, he continued to ride the subway in New York after “Call Me by Your Name” premiered). “I enjoy those moments,” he says, “and have a lot of gratitude for them. And I definitely never want to be expectant about it.” Abruptly switching subjects, he adds, “And, I must say, I get very excited about the lens we made this movie through — that there’s a fable and a metaphor at the heart of it, not some massive corporate interest.”

An arty New York City kid at heart, Chalamet chooses his own looks, including the black leather Celine jacket he wears at our photo shoot. As for his thoughts on cinema, he has a soft spot for indie films. “Those are the kind of projects that I grew up loving,” he says. “Even just on the music side, those are the kind of artists that inspire me — not because there’s a beat per minute that places well in the Top 40, but because they’re just putting their artistic ethos on something.”

Chalamet knows a little something about music. At the famed LaGuardia High School, he had the rap moniker Lil Timmy Tim. An uncovered video of him rapping about statistics class while wearing a backward baseball cap has been watched 10 million times on YouTube. Soon, he’ll be returning to those roots (sort of) by channeling a young Bob Dylan in “Going Electric,” a biopic directed by James Mangold.

Although there have been starts and stops with “Going Electric” since it was first announced two years ago, Chalamet confirms that he’s still attached. “I haven’t stopped preparing, which has been one of the greatest gifts for me,” he says. “It’s been a wonderful experience getting to dive into that world, whether we get to make it or not. But without giving anything away — because I don’t want to beat anyone to the punch, and obviously things have to come together officially — the winds that are blowing are blowing in a very positive direction.”

Before that, fans will get a taste of Chalamet’s musical gifts in “Wonka,” which is set to open in theaters around Christmas 2023. Chalamet trained hard for the movie’s seven musical numbers. “That was something I was very excited to jump into right away,” he says. Director Paul King “built a literal dance studio in one of the lots at Leavesden in London at Warner Bros.,” he adds.

The actor’s career blossomed after “Call Me by Your Name,” with two dramas directed by Greta Gerwig — “Lady Bird” and “Little Women.” And then he landed the lead as Paul Atreides in the “Dune” franchise, his biggest hit to date.

“Dune: Part Two,” which he’s filming now, reunites him with “Little Women” co-star Florence Pugh. “We were joking on set that we keep doing these movies, and we end up together even though we should be ending up with different people,” he says. “Florence is really special. She’s an incredible actor. She was incredible in ‘Dune’ — seriously incredible. She brought a gravitas to the role. And I can’t believe my good fortune at this young age … between Taylor Russell in ‘Bones and All’ and Zendaya in ‘Dune.’ And Austin Butler’s in that movie too.”

Zendaya will have a larger role in the second “Dune,” reprising her part as the warrior Chani. “She hasn’t wrapped yet,” he says, “and it’s amazing. She’s bringing exactly what she brought to the first one — which was incredible — but in greater abundance. And she’s really become a sister. I’m so grateful to count her as a partner and a sister and a friend” — he looks over at Guadagnino — “and also to share stories about how amazing it is to work with Luca, because we worked with him back to back on wildly different projects.” He’s referencing the fact that Zendaya collaborated with Guadagnino on “Challengers,” a romantic comedy set in the tennis world, which is in postproduction.

“He saw the movie,” Guadagnino teases, goading Chalamet to comment.

Chalamet hesitates, not wanting to give away anything about the film. “Loved it,” he finally says. His smile lights up the room.

If we’re being honest, this Oscar season has been a bit boring. Between the period pieces and the dramas made from memoirs, most directors aren’t cutting too deep. So perhaps we shouldn’t count out a love story about two cannibals who eat their way through the back roads of America.

The conventional wisdom is that blood and guts is too much for most Academy voters, but Guadagnino is here to tell you that’s not always the case. “In the history of the Oscars, cannibalism has been a gigantic plus,” he says. He then lists the five Academy Awards handed to the greatest flesh-eating masterpiece of all time, “The Silence of the Lambs.” “There’s a very tough novel, the talented script and Sir Anthony Hopkins as the unforgettable cannibal.” He cites the film’s director, Jonathan Demme, as a strong influence on his own career.

“I’m not comparing myself or us to that masterpiece,” he says. (OK, maybe he is, just a little.) “But that was a love story like ‘Bones and All.’ It was a fun, twisted love story between a cannibal psychoanalyst and a very stern woman who wants to save herself by saving this other girl from the lair of a serial killer.”

If you’re raising your eyebrows at someone describing “Silence of the Lambs” as “fun,” you haven’t met Guadagnino. The tall, chatty Italian director has spent his entire life obsessing over Dario Argento’s horror classic “Suspiria.” Following “Call Me by Your Name,” Guadagnino directed an elegant remake, in which flesh is ripped and heads explode.

Now, he’s reunited with Chalamet on “Bones and All, which is not quite the next “Silence of the Lambs” but more along the lines of Terrence Malick’s “Badlands” or Baz Luhrmann’s “Romeo + Juliet.” In “Bones,” Chalamet and Russell play Lee and Maren, teenage misfits in the 1980s, who find each other in a roadside convenience store as they’re both drifting across the Midwest. As they travel together, they feed on strangers they meet along the way.

But just don’t compare cannibals to vampires with this crew. “I love the ‘Twilight’ movies so much,” says Russell, who broke out in 2019 with a heart-wrenching performance in Trey Edward Shults’ family drama “Waves” and now could have a shot at some awards-season gold playing Maren. “But this is different. They both deal with blood and people who are not normal, but ‘Twilight’ has vampires and this movie has cannibals.”

For many years, Guadagnino — the director of “The Protagonists,” “I Am Love” and “A Bigger Splash” (all starring his muse, Tilda Swinton) — was either detested or ignored within Italy’s insular film milieu, and the feeling was mutual. So it’s not surprising that the first time I met him, in 2009, he told me his goal was to become “a Hollywood insider.” Surely, “Call Me by Your Name” brought him a step closer to that dream. And now his association with Chalamet has potentially clinched the deal.

When asked how “Bones and All” made it to the big screen, Guadagnino says, “The honest, direct and completely unapologetic answer is Timothée.”

Chalamet was in Rome doing reshoots for the first “Dune,” stuck in Europe during the pandemic, when Guadagnino sent him the “Bones and All” screenplay. They talked at length, and the actor realized that this could be the first project in which he might have a hand in shaping his character.

“It excited me, because it felt like it was very different than the first project we had done together,” Chalamet says. “It excited me, too, because I felt the bones of Lee — no pun intended — were there, but there was a lack of direction.” Guadagnino encouraged Chalamet to fill out the character by working with the screenwriter, David Kajganich, an experience he’d never had before.

“When Luca said I should get on the phone with David, and that process started, I was seriously warming to the idea that — without sounding pretentious — we would be going to the middle of America with Luca to shoot his first American film.” He adds, “And because a couple projects I’d done were of such a size, I felt like I really wanted the challenge of going back in a more ‘indie environment.’” He uses his fingers as quotation marks.

Kajganich, with whom Guadagnino collaborated on “Suspiria,” had originally adapted the YA novel “Bones & All” by Camille DeAngelis for “The Devil All the Time” director Antonio Campos. When Campos backed out, the writer asked Guadagnino to read it.

“When Lee shows up on the page,” says Guadagnino, “I found Timmy.”

Despite having a big star attached, the cannibal romancer was not an easy sell to investors. Guadagnino and Chalamet, both producers on the film, didn’t want a studio on board, so they sought out Italian financiers. The fact that they and all the other actors were willing to defer their fees “really helped with investors,” says producer Francesco Melzi d’Eril.

Once the $35 million film was completed, it was immediately snapped up, sight unseen, by MGM.

Taylor Russell could see her character clearly when she first read the script for “Bones and All.” “What struck me about her initially is that she’s this kind of creature who feels like there’s something off with her, like a picture frame that’s slanted,” Russell says. “And I wanted to work through that exercise of ‘If there is something inherently wrong with me, is there a way to break through that?’”

Guadagnino told Russell and Chalamet that they had to sink their teeth into the role of real cannibals. “The intention was always that we were hopefully doing justice to the reality of these people’s lives,” says Russell.

Guadagnino calls “Bones” “a fairy tale.” “It’s about two young people — a girl, in particular — roaming this world of darkness and dealing with the challenges within and without, finding love in the gaze of one another and trying to overcome impossibility.”

Still, the outcast lovers feast on human body parts, a butchery the film does not shy away from. Guadagnino says quickly that he and his editor, Marco Costa, made a point of cutting away from gratuitous gore. He was not interested in shock value but rather an intensity of desire.

Russell and Chalamet, for their part, wanted to explore the emotional relationship more than the cannibalism. But, Russell says, they also “talked about eating somebody, eating anything, using your body, your hands, your mouth — it’s so tactile, so physical, that, in some ways, it’s simple.”

Guadagnino and his team thought about the consequences of a precarious life led roaming through cornfields and along back roads in the 1980s Midwest, “dealing with violence and the unexpected.”

“We came up with a lot of very subtle ideas about wearing the fatigue of being an eater on their faces and bodies — like scars in unpredictable places because of the reactions of the victims, who wounded them.”

One of Chalamet’s first lines in the film is “If you weigh 140 pounds wet, you got to have an attitude — a big attitude.” Asked whether he lost weight for the role, Chalamet answers, “Yeah,” without elaborating on how many pounds he’d dropped. Then he says, “That look that Maren and Lee have, I think it feeds the fablelike quality of the story, and of people that are living in extremes. As opposed to what the reality would be, perhaps: If you were consistently devouring entire human bodies, it would probably leave you with a bigger figure than they have.”

Chalamet worked with costume designer Giulia Piersanti on Lee’s look, riffing off the grunge aesthetic of 1980s punk rock. “Lee would want to express himself through his clothes,” Chalamet says. To help with this mix of big attitude and skinny body, they decided to dye his hair with sun-bleached streaks of pinkish reds, chop off some curls on the sides, and give Lee tattoos on his arms and hand.

Of course, everyone wants to know if Chalamet and Guadagnino are planning a sequel to “Call Me by Your Name.” Guadagnino floated the idea almost as soon as he debuted the original at Sundance, while he was doing press with Chalamet and Armie Hammer, who played Chalamet’s older lover, Oliver. But the project’s chances of making it to the screen have dwindled in the wake of allegations against Hammer in early 2021 for being physically and emotionally abusive to women, including suggesting that he eat their flesh. (Despite speculation in the tabloids, these cannibal exchanges had nothing to do with the inspiration for “Bones and All.”)

“I would love to make a second and third and fourth chapter of all my movies,” Guadagnino says. “Why? Because I truly love the actors I work with, so I want to repeat the joy of doing what we did together.”

However, when it comes to “Call Me by Your Name,” Guadagnino says, “there is no hypothesis, so there is no movie. It’s a wish and a desire, and I have not made up my mind about what would be the story.” When asked if the film could still include Hammer’s character, he says, “Yeah, of course.” Then he presents another potential storyline for a sequel — following Mafalda, the housekeeper, played by Vanda Capriolo, who resides in Elio’s family’s summer home. “Which is divine,” he says. “I would be very interested in seeing what is the life of Mafalda when she’s not around the family.”

After our group conversation, I meet with Guadagnino again in a bare, neon-lit room that seems better suited to a police interrogation than an interview. He is walking on crutches, one leg in a short fracture boot, due to his tripping on the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures stage after presenting a Visionary Award to Tilda Swinton in L.A. a few days earlier.

On the red carpet, before the Academy Museum ceremony, Guadagnino teased “Challengers,” his first U.S. studio film, which is being produced for MGM by Amy Pascal. To get Guadagnino on board, Pascal had sent him the “Challengers” script and pushed him to read it that same afternoon. She called him every half hour “until I surrendered and I read it.”

So does Guadagnino finally feel he has become a Hollywood insider?

“No,” he says, “not yet. But I can fall from the stage of the Academy Museum and be helped by many Hollywood insiders.” Among those who came to his aid were Adrien Brody, Alicia Vikander and his longtime agent, Bryan Lourd. “That was a good feeling. A lot of Hollywood insiders love me very much.”

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