#i want to examine your brain louis

[crazykuroneko]

Saw this snippet of TVL from IWTV reddit. Love how Lestat really tried to fullfil them, but I think he went too hard with "they have profound secrets in them that you wish to know" 😅

[heliza24]

The penultimate chapter of Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, nor clean the blood is live!

After Daniel's Parkinson's progresses, he finally becomes a vampire. And it's not a decision made out of spite ;)

"Daniel," Armand said. Daniel couldn't tell if he was speaking aloud or in his head. "Listen to me carefully. I need to know if you still want it. If you still wish to take the dark gift." "I promised I wouldn't ask again,” Daniel murmured. He had made that promise to Armand, but when? The many memories he had of Armand, foggy and confusing at the best of times, were merging into one long blur. He wanted to be good for Armand though. He didn't know if he was allowed to ask now. “Yes my love," Armand whispered. “But if you still want it you must ask me for it now." A little of Daniel's lucidity returned to him and he remembered that this was his last chance to ask, because he was dying. He concentrated, tried to pull his best words out of his struggling brain. He was a writer, and even if he was a dying one, he was going to do this right. It would be easier to tell Armand through his thoughts, to convey the desire as formless longing. But Daniel was going to use his words. "Yes," Daniel said, His throat felt like sandpaper. "I convinced myself I had grown out of it.  But it never stopped. I want it. Want you.” "But what if we are not together, sweet boy," Amand said, and then they were back in their apartment, not the one they shared now that Daniel had lived in for years, but the little place in Greenwich Armand had rented for them in the 70s. Daniel remembered that this was how the long-pile carpet, just short of shag, had felt on his toes. The bedspread was the same blue paisley. And the bowls they had made together, mended with fine lines of gold, were on the bedside table. Daniel wondered if he had also been transformed into his twenty-something self, but Amand was carrying him to the bed, and he felt too heavy and tired to examine his own hands to check. “If you were alone,” Armand was saying. "Would you be happy as a vampire? Would the drinking of the blood disgust you? Would you pine for the sun, spend your time grieving human food? Would you be content to watch your daughters die, and keep living?" He asked the last question quietly. It was why Daniel had turned down the gift from Louis, after all. "Why would I be alone?" Daniel asked, confusion rising in him, "Why have you brought us here?" Daniel looked around at the old apartment, panic at its unreality slowly seeping into his brain. "I need to know that you will not hate yourself if I do it,” Armand said. "You may come to hate me, and I will happily live with that hatred as long as I know that you do not hate your own vampiric nature. That you continue to live unburdened." He paused, stroked Daniel's cheek. "And I brought you here because it was the safest place I could think of. Our first home together.” Daniel squeezed his hand. “Maybe I'll regret it sometimes. But that doesn't make it wrong. There's no right or wrong with choices like this," Like deciding to take a new meds that promised side effects. Like deciding with his second wife to have a baby. “There's just hope. And I have it.” Armand's mouth was against Daniel's throat. His fangs hesitated behind uncertain lips. Daniel sighed. He knew what Armand needed from him in that moment. "I promise," he said, even though it was an impossible vow to make. "I won't hate myself."

[pynkhues]

Am I the only person alive who would find it (darkly) hilarious if Armand did erase the rest of the 70s interview memory at Louis’ request? I think we can all agree Armand has taken a lot of liberties with the truth and he’s a pretty seasoned manipulator but I’m just so amused with the idea that that was one of the only times he was telling the truth (mostly because of how hard Daniel was rolling his eyes over it and because of how insane it sounds.) it’s got that same energy as that one co-worker who’s always causing trouble who you finally call out, only to find this was the one time they weren’t responsible.

On a similar note, because of how Louis is portrayed (ie with a spotty or unreliable memory at times) and how Armand is portrayed (lying, sometimes directly and sometimes by omission) how do you think about the bits of story we get from the two of them re authenticity? I see lots of takes that just…sweep anything complex or unsavory under the proverbial ‘blame Armand’ rug or the ‘Louis’ brain is Swiss-cheese’ blanket as opposed to examining each action and element of the story through the lens of where each character is coming from in that moment. (For example, I’ve seen plenty of folks question if Louis’ memories of lestat can be trusted at all or if it’s all just Armand’s tinkering to make him look bad and just…it’s a tv show. From a practical standpoint they literally cannot rip up everything they’ve shown you. Rehashing memories can only be done some of the time or the audience gets frustrated. And from a story perspective, can’t we take Louis at his word at least some of the time until shown otherwise?)

(Side note and ironic given my ask but I wish we had half as much discourse about Louis as a capitalist and his understanding of the commodification of experiential human things such as art as we do about whether all his memories are unreliable re his romantic relationships. Thank you so much for including the gallery scene in your fic.)

Hahah, I don't think you'd be alone in finding it darkly hilarious if Louis had asked Armand to take the memory away. Hell, the ambiguity of that scene works because it's believable that Louis would ask - Louis really pendulums between heavy handed repression and unrestrained self-indulgence, and it seems like a dam burst for him that night when it came to Lestat. His name had been unuttered in their home for 23 years! And given Armand can read his mind and could clearly sense thoughts of Lestat in Paris, I imagine he's not been deliberately not thought about too. And suddenly a night with Daniel and it's all he can say! All he can think about! The pressure he's placed on the box he keeps Lestat in has loosened just enough to let it all come out!

To know Armand tried to contact Lestat, to feel his own weakness, to know Lestat might know not just his mental state but his crumbling resolve in terms of the promise he made him in Magnus' tower - - it's not hard to see him asking for Armand's help in repressing it all again.

And in terms of their authenticity in the telling of their stories - - I think it varies! I think Armand definitely and deliberately finds the truth malleable, but that doesn't mean I think he lies about everything. Like you said, he tends to prefer to omit than outright lie - like omitting Gabrielle in his recounting of 1800s Paris or the truth about San Francisco, or, I'm sure we'll discover in s3, Lestat being in Paris in the 40s.

I actually don't think he would've tampered with Louis' memories of Lestat at all though - I don't think he would've needed to. Louis is a really punishing character and Lestat's a volatile one, I don't think it would be all that hard for Louis to focus on Lestat's worse behaviour, or to allow his memory to re-write certain events with the most bad faith interpretations of Lestat's actions, thoughts or words as a means to keep him at an emotional distance. Memories aren't facts, even when we want them to be, and I think for Louis they're as malleable when he needs them to be as the truth is for Armand.

The result is that they enable each other's untruths, I think, which goes to the facade of their relationship. Louis can try and mould his memories into something that justifies his choices, and Armand can mould the truth in a way that makes their love story something more than it is, but that doesn't mean that it's entirely lies or entirely inauthentic. It's a version of a story that they've enabled in one another to perform a happiness neither of them feels, but neither knows an alternative to because Louis' grief struck, traumatised and clinically depressed and Armand has been groomed by a monster, has undealt with trauma of his own and an incapacity to be alone.

So yeah, I think a lot of it is true, it's just not a whole truth.

[allegra-writes]

"First word"

Lestat De Lioncourt x Louis De Pointe Du Lac & Claudia

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Warnings: None. Tooth rotting fluff.

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"Dada, daa-daa. Come on, ma petite, I know you can say it: daaa-daaa"

Louis halted his steps just outside the kitchen when he heard Lestat’s voice. He was well aware that his husband -and how crazy that was: The Vampire Lestat, international rockstar, his husband- was trying to win the 'Dada/Papa' competition ever since little Claudia had turned ten months old, so it wasn't very surprising to find him like that.

What it was, was beyond adorable.

Sneaking a little peek inside the kitchen he found a scene cute enough to melt his heart: His little baby girl, the prettiest baby he had ever laid eyes on sitting on her bright yellow high chair, as Lestat, domestic as he ever saw him with his long blonde hair tied back and a simple black t-shirt, fed her, or at least tried to, some mashed butternut squash, making little airplane motions with the spoon.

"Dada. Don't you want to say dada?"

Little Claudia took the spoon from his hands, splattering the orange goo around and giggling, babbling nonsense at her dad, big green eyes intent and focused. It was a little unsettling sometimes, that stare of hers way too smart, way too old for her age.

Lestat chuckled, 

"You know what, my little milkweed? I actually think that's exactly what I said to your papa the first time I saw him…"

"De doo doo?"

"Yes! Those were my exact words, I remember now!" He leaned in, confiding, "I was a mumbling, blushing, hot mess. You can't judge me, ma cherie, you see, he was just standing there, and I just… I thought he looked so beautiful, the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He still is." He took the spoon back from his daughter, scooping a little of the orange concoction, examining it carefully, "My brain turned to mush, just like this…" 

Of course, baby Claudia did not see, and continued to babble. 

"Da-de do do do…"

"Precisely! I was a vulgar Sting imitator. De do do do, de da da da, is all I want to say to you-ooh…"

Louis had to cover his mouth with his hand to stifle his laugh so as not to give away his presence. Lestat’s singing had to be on the top ten of his favorite things in the world, right under his daughter's giggles. 

"Do do do da da da" Repeated Claudia, lovely tiny frown of concentration on her lovely tiny 

face.

Lestat froze for a second, then jumped from his chair, arms high in the air.

"Yes! Yes, you said it! You just said it! Can you say it again, ma petite? Say it for Dada?"

"De da da da…" 

Louis couldn't contain himself anymore, bursting out laughing and through the door, 

"I don't think that counts, she's not calling you dada, she's just singing!"

Lestat stuck his nose up, offended.

"It's close enough!"

The brunet finally stepped into the kitchen, mouth already open to reply, when he was rudely interrupted.

"Papa!" Baby Claudia yelled excitedly, words loud and clear, "Papa doo doo de dadada!" 

Louis' hand flew to his mouth again, but for entirely different reasons as his eyes filled with tears of joy. 

Lestat gasped,

"You little traitor!" He accused, in mock outrage, but the massive smile that broke on his face belied his own happiness. 

As he picked little Claudia up and Louis wrapped his arms around the both of them, it was hard to feel like he had lost. 

Next part

[numinousmysteries]

Vanquish by Wisdom Hellish Wiles (5/9)

Started this 6 years ago after first seeing the trailer for season 11. Takes place immediately after MSII and ignores all of S11. On AO3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

@today-in-fic

East. William had to head east. He didn’t know exactly where, but he felt the direction tugging at him like the needle on a compass. After examining the bus schedule at the small station in town and counting up the cash and change in his wallet, he decided to take a local bus to Casper and then transfer to the Greyhound headed to St. Louis. He technically only had enough money for a ticket to Omaha, but that still left him with nearly 10 hours of time to think.

The local bus to Casper was nearly empty. William didn’t make eye contact with the driver, but the older man didn’t seem to care or even notice that a teenager was boarding alone in the middle of a school day. The driver pulled the door close and started driving away from the station before William even had a chance to sit down. 

He chose a seat toward the back and leaned his head against the cool glass of the window. Think . He commanded his brain to summon up something, anything, that could give him a clue how to find his parents but he didn’t see anything. Thoughts were racing through his mind so quickly that it almost seemed like he wasn’t thinking at all. He struggled to picture the red-haired woman he knew to be his mother, or the man on the beach, but their faces were blurred and distorted in his mind’s eye. 

As the bus pulled up to the next stop he considered getting off and turning around. Maybe this was a mistake and he should have gone with Monica. At least she had a plan and he could learn more before deciding if he wanted to be a part of it. But then he remembered looking into the eyes of the man on the beach, the man he knows is his father, and he felt more determined than ever that he had to find his parents.

Oddly, two men in suits and sunglasses board the bus at the next stop. William looks up nervously from his seat in the back and see them approach the driver. He looks down at his lap to try to seem inconspicuous.

“We have to hold you here for a moment. We’re doing a sweep for illegal border crossers,” said one of the suited men.

Border crossers? In Wyoming? William frowned to himself. That didn't make any sense. 

“Do what you gotta do,” said the driver, clearly apathetic to whatever was going on. 

The men started making their way down the aisle giving cursory glances to the handful of other passengers. William kept staring at his hands on his lap hoping to avoid their attention.

“Son,” the first man said as he approached William. He has a square jaw, buzzed short hair and was still wearing his sunglasses with mirrored lenses. “Do you have any identification?”

“Um, I have my learner’s permit?” William said hesitantly but made no move to retrieve it from his backpack. 

“William, you’re going to have to come with us,” said the second man, impatiently. 

“How do you know my name?” William felt his heart racing and he clutched his backpack closer to his chest as if it had any power to protect him.

“We don’t have time for this, William.” It was the second man again. He was taller than his companion and with slightly longer hair but the same suit and sunglasses. “It’s in your best interest to come with us.” 

William didn’t budge. He froze in place staring straight ahead at the seat in front of him when he felt hands on his arms pulling him up out of the seat. The first man lifted him up by the sleeves of his sweatshirts and dragged him up the aisle.

“Help!” William cried out, but the handful of other passengers avoided his eyes and the bus driver only gave him a shrug before the men pushed him down the stairs.

The driver closed the bus door behind him and started driving away. 

“What’s going on?” William felt his heart racing. The plan to work with Monica and his grandfather had all seemed manageable when he was sitting in her office discussing it, but this reality felt new and scary. 

"Your grandfather was very upset you didn’t show up to meet him today,” said the shorter man. “He sent us to come get you.”

“But how did you find me?”

The two men grinned at each other and William’s eyes flitted between them.

“You think a powerful man like your grandfather doesn’t have eyes everywhere?” said the taller man. “Now come on, they’re expecting you.” 

The two men grabbed William from either side and shoved him toward a black sedan waiting in the bust stop parking lot. He looked around to see if there was anyone he could cry out to for help, but the rest of the lot was abandoned. He ducked his head as the shorter man pushed him into the backseat while the taller man got into the driver’s seat. As the driver sat down his jacket opened up and William could see a holstered gun in his belt. 

He swallowed hard. This was really happening. Two armed men had kidnapped him and were taking him to meet his supposed grandfather so he could help him survive an alien invasion. If he weren’t so terrified in the moment he would have laughed because it all sounded so insane. Instead, he stared out the window as the car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. 

They drove in silence for more than an hour, headed east on Route 26 with nothing to see but empty fields and blue skies. 

“No gas stations in this state?” The driver said as he turned to the shorter man in the passenger seat. 

Not much of anything here , William wanted to respond but was still too paralyzed by terror to speak. 

“Might have to turn off the highway,” said the shorter man.

“No!” William called out from the backseat. “There’s a big service station in a few miles. I’ve been down this way with my parents before. I think so, anyway.”

“Want to be more specific?” asked the driver.

“Um, I don’t remember. But it’s coming up. Don’t get off the highway,” William said. He was only vaguely confident in this. He knew that he’d driven on this road with his parents before and there were gas stations sparsely spread out. He also knew he’d have a better chance of finding someone who could help him at a busy highway rest stop rather than a single-pump gas station in a rural Wyoming town.

“He doesn’t remember,” said the shorter man with a chuckle. “Kid’s supposed to be the savior of all mankind and he can’t give us solid directions.” 

“Well, we’ll take your word for it, kid,” said the driver. “Not like we have any better ideas.” 

William held his breath as the miles ticked by until finally he saw a large service station with a rest stop on the horizon.

“There you go,” said the driver who spotted it nearly at the same time. “Maybe he’s psychic after all.” 

They pulled up to a pump at the gas station and the driver got out to fill up the car. 

“Can I, um, go to the bathroom?”William asked. 

The shorter man in the passenger seat sighed and then said, “Fine, but I’m coming with you. And don’t try anything stupid.”

The rest stop wasn’t extensive, just a small coffee shop and a single-person bathroom. The shorter man peeked into the bathroom first and then, after finding no windows or other means of escape, pushed William inside.

“Be quick,” he said. “I’ll be right outside.” 

William walked in, locked the door behind him, and tried to come up with a plan. 

Growing up, his ability to see what others were thinking or subtly move objects with his mind would come and go. His “therapy” with Monica was all about learning to focus his power by tuning out all external stimuli. She also helped him unlock a new skill—how to subtly shift other people’s perception and create a new reality. He could use it to make himself appear to be someone else or even make himself, in the eyes of others at least, invisible.

He still hadn’t quite mastered this newest ability, but If there were a time he needed to do it, it was now.  Like water , he reminded himself, flow like water . Monica had a hippy-dippy way of speaking that could make him laugh but some of her sayings stuck with him. He took a deep inhale and closed his eyes, imagining the atoms of his physical body shifting into a fluid state. 

Then he opened the bathroom door. He stared straight at the shorter man sent to guard him but there was no look of recognition. Instead, the man looked puzzled. He swiveled his head from side to side, searching. 

It worked, William thought to himself. He wasn’t sure how long he could make this last so he took advantage of the moment and sprinted through the rest stop and back out into the parking lot. The driver was still filling up the car and didn’t even look up when the door to the service station swung open. 

He reached into his pocket for his phone but then realized contacting his family or anyone else could potentially put them in danger. There was also the chance he was being tracked by his phone. With that thought, he took the phone out of his pocket and tossed it across the lot. The sound of it hitting the pavement caught the attention of the driver at the car and he looked up but didn’t register William.

The lot was sparsely populated and William evaluated his options. Two semi trucks were parked around the other side of the building. He ducked in between them and concentrated on reorienting himself to sensory details, the feeling of the wind on his skin, the smell of gasoline from the pumps, just like Monica had taught him, to bring himself back into his own body.

“You lost?” he heard a voice and nearly jumped in shock. William spun around and saw a truck driver peering at him from the window in the cab. 

“I- I was on a field trip….with my school and I think the bus left without me,” he said.  

“Anyone you can call?” asked the driver.

“I don’t have my phone.” 

“Well, do you know where they were headed?”

“Um, South Carolina?” William heard the words as if someone else was speaking them. Where did that come from? he wondered.  

“Damn.” The driver whistled. “That’s a long drive. Well, I can take you as far as Chicago if that helps.” 

“That’d be a huge help, thanks, sir,” he said.

“No problem. Hop in.”

William climbed up to the passenger side of the cab.

“I’m Jake by the way,” said the driver.

“William,” he said. 

Jake started up the engine and turned the truck toward the highway. William glanced back at the parking lot and saw the two men who’d taken him from the bus standing in front of their car arguing. Neither paid any attention to the semi-truck driving away.

William tried focusing on the images in his mind of his birth mother. He didn’t know why, but he felt confident that he had to find her—and his biological father—to learn the truth.

[louisredsuit]

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⚰️ A fic with a coffin scene you love

I love grab the rings of saturn by verseau because it’s both extremely sexy and a great representation of lestat’s attitude towards louis’ firsts. in ep2, when louis said “he rushed me headlong through the encounter as if it were something to put behind us,” he was thinking of lestat starting him off with two fingers 😂

Also, because I can’t choose, Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart by @prouvaireafterdark is excellent! The coffin scene in EP4 is the most tender Loustat moment in the whole show, and they capture it beautifully. Also, the daddy kink moment is both funny and hot.

I love coffin sex — thank you to every author who bent the rules of space time so Lestat’s hips could have full range of motion.

🔬A fic that made you want to examine (affectionately) the author’s brain

there are too many of them, so I’m going with the underappreciated innamorato / furioso by firstaudrina. loustat hate sex is a very important genre to me, and I think this does such a good job of capturing their anger and resentment at each other. the line that makes me want inside the author’s head is: “Lestat chose everything in the townhouse, including Louis, except Claudia.”

[leguin]

🧠🔬 for the iwtv asks!

🧠 A fic that rewired something in your brain

go fetch god by bluebloodbruise - reading this right after the finale aired was truly an Experience. i don't think i've read any other louis/lestat fic that manages what this one does, which is to make plausible the idea that they could have a life together - that there's such a thing for a vampire as a little bit of personal change and growth that might even be more than just shifting to accommodate someone else. a very difficult idea to execute well, but this fic does it. it's beautifully written to boot, and a satisfying and engrossing read every time.

🔬A fic that made you want to examine (affectionately) the author’s brain

lead belly by i love you bug - a very fun little fic about louis, lestat, and the gabrielle of it all. insane from start to finish, and i mean that in the best way possible. also canon to me until the show starts bringing up gabrielle, and even then i will assume it still happened at some point:

“You know, my mother and I were very alike,” Lestat said, out of nowhere. There was a dreamy lilt to his voice, like he was lost in thought, like he wasn’t in the middle of a fuck already going down in Louis’ top fucks ever (all the list populated by Lestat).

[firegiftlouis]

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Thank you for the asks!

🩸(A fic with your fave blood drinking scene):

I have to go with Reciprocation by @iwtvdramacd18, ever since the blood drinking scene at the beginning of ep 5 rewired my brain chemistry (and I’m sure it did most of us 💕) I wanted a sort of sequel fic where Louis was the one getting drained like a very pretty capri sun, and Goat absolutely delivered!

Off the top of my head I can’t think of a coffin scene just yet, I might have to come back to that one 😞

🔬 (a scene that made you want to affectionately examine the author’s brain):

This one is much easier tbh 😂, basically the entire fic a potentiality for corruption left me wanting to find out exactly what was going on in @vampdf’s head and how I could get in on that because truly this fic is amazing from beginning to end.

Feel free to send me more asks from the game people, even if it’s the same emoji I can probably think of a couple of different fics for some of these! 😄

[weather-mood]

and 🧠🔬!!

🧠 A fic that rewired something in your brain

Every time @baberainbowao3 posts something I feel like my brain has been struck by lightning, melted, and fused into a new never-before-seen configuration by some of the things and phrases in those works of hers. Her recent oneshot the harrow, the tiller (Louis’s first night as a vampire) really rewired my brain and I’m still processing it, the elements of stream of consciousness, the immediacy of present tense (I write in mostly third tense and find present tense so tricky so I’m continually in awe of the way she writes it), the insanity and the pacing just… god. It really has to be experienced, it’s like a fever dream in the best possible way and really captures the feeling of blood high and transformation high that Louis is on.

🔬 A fic that made you want to examine (affectionately) the author's brain

I (lovingly) want to crawl inside the brain of @knifeeater. Over *gestures to everything* but also Alluvium in particular. The reimagining of somatic spaces and imagery in terms of geomorphology, the blurring of minds, the languid dreamlike pacing, and the gorgeous prose - it all makes me feel insane. I want their brain on a slab and under a microscope.

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#5

the way succession says that a tragedy is not a tragedy unless there’s love inside of it has forever altered my brain chemistry i think.

like logan was a boy with a brother and a sister and an uncle, and he was told “God loves you”, and what that meant was “God needs me to beat you with this stick”. and maybe love is beaten out of you, or maybe it’s beaten into you, but either way it leaves a mark. and maybe it’s a lesson. maybe you don’t ask for love, maybe you’re inflicted with it, and it only goes in one direction. and then logan had his kids, and so he said “i love you“ and what he meant was “i need to beat you with this stick”.

738 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#4

louis is going down as one of the characters of all time btw. there's something about characters who are so deeply repressed in every facet of their lives continuously fighting for happiness, yet ultimately they're unable to achieve that happiness because they've denied themselves for so long that they no longer know what they actually want vs what they've convinced themselves to chase.

and it's fascinating, because that's so clear in the way that louis conceptualizes happiness by fighting for the things previously denied to him; the spectre of his perceived failures as a human haunt him and preclude the possibility at any new lease on happiness in the future.

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#3

louis, lestat, and their single bed as a motif louis puts into his own story, but refuses to explore, is literally one of the sexiest parts of the show. it speaks volumes about a level of fulfillment and freedom that louis feels by being with lestat that he rarely explicitly comments on when he's relaying his story to daniel, which feels extremely relevant to his overall reluctance to examine the parts of his relationship with lestat that he really enjoyed.

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#2

i think it should be illegal to dye a man's hair if he's going gray like thats a crime. if he's got salt and pepper hair then we deserve to see it.

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My #1 post of 2022

beating the mental illness allegations by going to shower

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[ghostbustersreborn]

Chapter 5.

         ❙.     hours later, tara looked out her window having trouble falling back asleep.

what caught her attention was a police car pulling up to the firehouse.

"yep. that's it. i'm going down." tara decided.

she took out her IV, sprung out of bed and ran down the stairs.

little did she know, there was blood dripping down from where the IV once was..

she wasn't really thinking. she was too curious about the police car to worry about anything else.

janine came from out of the garage to go and tell egon about the police.

"tara, honey? you are so stubborn." janine said as she passed by her.

"so, i've been told." she replied.

"egon. the police are here to drop somebody off." she informed him. "also, tara is out of bed again."

tara huffed.

"please don't take me back upstairs, please don't take me back upstairs." she prayed.

egon came out. he sent her a 'i'm not mad, just disappointed look.' that parents always gave to their children.

he looked down at her bleeding hand, he sighed. he followed janine outside.

tara couldn't help but follow them to see who or what it was the police were dropping off.

"you a ghostbuster?" asked the police officer when egon stepped outside.

"yes." he confirmed.

"we picked up this guy." explainedthe cop. "now, we don't know what to do with him. bellevue doesn't want him." he continued. "i'm afraid to put him in lock-up and i know you guys are into this stuff, so i figured we'd check with you."

"alright." egon nodded.

they went over to the police truck to take a closer look at the man.

the man had brown hair, wore glasses and had on a straight jacket.

tara and the man locked eyes.

immediately, tara felt nauseous and her body throbbed.

she backed away from the man, adverting her gaze to the ground.

"are you the gatekeeper?" he asked.

egon took out his PKE meter, examining him with it

tara breathed heavily, her heart felt like it was about to be ripped out of her chest any second now.

"you'd better bring him inside." egon instructed the police officers.

egon turned away, beginning to walk back to the front door. janine rested a hand on egon and complimented him on helping the man.

tara took one last look at the man in the police truck before speed-walking over to the door with egon and janine.

*

now, inside. egon had the man hooked to a machine which tracked his brain waves.

tara sat slumped in a chair, with her aching head in her hands.

"you belong in bed, tara." egon told her.

"i know, i know!" she agreed. "but i'm bored and you know how i am!"

egon moved his attention back onto the man before him.

the man looked around in curiosity.

there on the screen was a dog that tara swore she'd seen in her nightmares before.

the dog on the screen followed the man's actions.

"what did you say your name was?" egon questioned.

"vinz clortho, keymaster of gozer." he answered.

"well, according to this, his name's louis tully." janine informed. "he lives on central park west."

egon took the notepad from janine, taking a look at it himself.

"do you want some, uh, coffee, mr.tully?" she offered.

tara lifted her head up, glancing at the possessed man.

"do i?" louis asked, looking to egon.

"yes, have some." egon told him.

he looked over to janine, repeating what egon said.

tara huffed, getting up from out of her chair.

louis turned to her and pointed. "the guard dog! she's the guard dog!" he exclaimed.

tara took a step back. "no, i'm not." she stammered.

"the guard dog. the guard dog." louis kept on saying.

egon looked at him with concern. janine was just confused.

he stood in front of him, blocking tara out of his line of sight.

he stopped chanting.

"vinz, you said before you were waiting for a sign." egon said as janine went to go make the coffee. "what sign are you waiting for?" he asked, taking a seat across from him.

"gozer the traveler. he will come in one of the pre-chosen forms and our guard dog will be made to come with us wether it likes it or not." clarified "vinz". "during the rectification of the vuldronaii, the traveler came as the large and moving torb. then, during the third reconciliation-|

tara, egon and janine both exchanged looks of confusion to one another as the guy went on and on about this gozer thing.

|of the last of the meketrex suppliants, they chose a new form for him and a guard dog. the guard dog is a human vessel used to kill whoever gets in their way."

"egon?" janine said after louis or vinz was done rambling.

"excuse me." egon got up from out of his chair and moved over to janine from behind the couch.

tara quickly followed.

"there's something very strange about that man." janine expressed.

"no, shit." tara swore. "he's possessed."

they looked over to the man sniffing a can of popcorn.

"listen, i'm usually very psychic, and i have a terrible feeling that something's awful gonna happen to you." she exchanged.

"well, what about me? i'm the one who's being called the guard dog." tara chimed in.

"i'm afraid you're gonna die." janine confessed, ignoring tara.

janine pulled egon into a hug. egon awkwardly hugged her back.

suddenly the phone went off.

"i'll get it." egon quickly said, speed walking over to the telephone.

he sat down on the couch with louis standing beside him.

"hello?" he answered.

"egon? it's peter." tara heard her father on the other end.

tara ran over to the couch and took a seat next to egon.

louis/vinz picked up the receiver of the phone handing it over to egon.

"thanks." egon said to him.

"i have some news from the world of gozer." venkman announced.

"what is it, peter?" he asked.

tara closed her eyes, breathing in and out. her head was spinning and she felt light headed.

"i'm here with dana barrett." peter started.

tara already knew where this was going. dana was possessed, she was the gatekeeper.

"it seems the goze has been putting some moves on my would-be girlfriend." he explained.

"how is she?" asked egon.

"i think we can get her a guest shot on wild kingdom." peter joked. "i just whacked her up with about 300 cc's of thorazine. she's gonna take a little nap now, but, uh... she says she's the gatekeeper."

tara brought her knees up to her chest, she rested her chin on her knees.

"does that make any sense to you?" he then asked.

"some." egon answered. "i just met the keymaster. he's here with me now."

tara patted egon on the arm, getting his attention. "can you tell him about the guard dog stuff?"

egon nodded. "oh and the keymaster keeps calling tara the guard dog."

"oh, wonderful." peter said sarcastically. "we have to get these two together."

if the keymaster caused her pain, she wondered how much pain she was going to be in with the gatekeeper and the keymaster combined?

"i think that would be extraordinarily dangerous." egon refused.

tara sighed of relief.

"okay, well, hold onto him. i'll be there in a little while." peter told him.

"good." egon said before hanging up.

"this is really scary." tara claimed. "i'm in so much pain and it seems like most of this pain is coming from him." she pointed over to the keymaster.

"let's get a scan." egon got up from the couch. "come here." he motioned for tara to get up.

tara did as she was told.

he took out an extra wired headpiece, he brought out a chair and got her to sit. he set the headpiece on, setting it up to have it hooked up to the computer monitor.

once, the computer booted up. there was squiggly lines going up and down on the screen.

"something's causing your brainwaves to go out of whack." egon explained.

"what does that mean?" tara asked, sounding worried.

"you were right. the keymaster most certainly has something to do with this." egon said looking over at the keymaster who was busy examining the coffee machine in curiosity.

egon turned to janine and went; "we have to find ray, i need him here immediately."

*

the next day came along and the weasel from the EPA came back. with backup this time.

when he walked in, tara inaudibly groaned.

"oh god it's you!" she cried.

behind him was a police officer and a construction worker?

a look of concern washed over her face.

"what the hell is going on?" she questioned.

"your father is in big big trouble." the weasel told her.

"for doing what?" tara asked.

the weasel ignored her.

"now, little girl let us through." he requested.

tara shook her head.

"excuse me? let us through." he asked again.

"no!" she cried.

"just because you're a little kid, that doesn't mean you can't get in trouble with the law." he threatened.

janine came into the garage, wondering what all the commotion was about. she ran over to tara's side, becoming protective of the girl.

"what do you want?" she spat.

"let us through." he seethed.

i've seen TV. you can't come in here without a warrant." janine stated.

"cease and desist all commerce order, seizure of premises and chattels, ban on the use of public utilities for non-licensed waste-handlers, and a federal entry and inspection order." the weasel read off.

he pushed past them, entering the main part of the building along with the two other men that came with him.

the girls ran down the stairs to the basement.

"egon!" taracried.

"what's wrong?" egon asked her, concern lined in his voice.

"i tried to stop them. he says they have a warrant." janine explained just as the men came down the stairs.

the two moved out of the way, standing next to egon with a hand on each of his arms.

"excuse me, this is private property." egon said, holding his hand out.

"shut this off. shut these all off." the weasel demanded. "i'm warning you!"

"what's your problem dude?" tara asked.

the weasel shot her a look before going on with his shpeel.

"turning off these machines would be extremely hazardous." egon stated.

"i'll tell you what's extremely hazardous." he spoke. "you're facing federal prosecution for at least a half a dozen environmental violations. now, either you shut off the beams or we turn them off for you." he threatened.

"this doesn't make any sense!" she cried.

"stay out of this sweetie, this is for the adults to discuss." the weasel said cockily.

tara glared him down. "i will kill you." she whispered.

"try to understand. this is a high-voltage laser-containment system. simply turning it off would be like dropping a bomb on the city." egon claimed, just as the door to the basement opened and down came an equally as confused peter.

tara made eye contact with him, a look of sadness printed on her face.

"don't patronize me!" walter cried. "i'm not grotesquely stupid."

"you are to me." tara mumbled.

"you better shut your mouth, little girl!" he snapped.

"at ease, officer. i'm peter venkman." peter introduced himself to the cop. "i think there's just been a slight misunderstanding, and i want to cooperate any way that i can."

"forget it, venkman!" weasel snapped. "you had your chance to cooperate, but you thought it'd be more fun to insult me." he walked over to him. "well, now it is my turn, wise-ass."

tara winced.

"he wants to shut down the protection grid, peter." egon revealed to him.

"you shut that thing down, and we're not going to be held responsible for whatever happens." peter declared.

"you'll be held responsible." the weasel cut him off.

"no, we won't." he corrected him.

"shut it off!" weasel ordered, going over to the machine.

tara ran over to the machine, holding her hands out.

"don't you dare!" she cried.

"get out of my way." he snapped, he went to go push her until venkman stepped in between him.

"don't you dare lay a hand on her!" peter clipped.

tara ran over to egon, wrapping her arms around him.

"don't shut it off, i'm warning you." he demanded, stepping aside from the machine.

"um, i... i've never seen anything like this before." admitted the man wearing the blue hard hat. "i don't know—"

"yeah, i'm not interested in your opinion." the weasel cut him off. "just shut it off."

the man went to go to extension cord until he was stopped by peter.

"my friend, don't be a jerk." peter patronized.

"step aside!" ordered the police officer, pushing him away from the man.

her brain felt like it was on fire. she closed her eyes, trying to breathe in and out.

she felt like she was going to have a panic attack.

"if he does that again you can shoot him." the weasel told the officer.

"you do your job, pencil-neck!" snapped the officer.

tears ran down tara's face.

"thank you, officer." peter thanked him.

"turn it off!" yelled the weasel.

tara shook her head vigorously.

"please, please don't." she begged, slowly dropping to her knees.

her body racked with sobs as the commotion went on around her.

egon kneeled down, holding her close to him.

"it's okay tara, it's going to be okay." he promised her.

"no, it's not! no, it's not! they're going to turn off the machine." she sobbed.

the lights turned off and an alarm sounded indicating the machine was off and every ghost was free to haunt the city.

tara let out a small scream as her entire body felt like it was on fire. sweat dripped down her face.

soon, her body went limp.

a look of panic washed over onto egon's face.

"tara's fainted!" egon yelled.

the rumbling got louder. a bright light emitted from the machine.

everyone scrambled up the stairs with an unconscious tara in egon's arms.

"clear the building!" he yelled.

just as they exited, an explosion had gone off. freeing every spirit that they had trapped in the last several weeks.

tara started to regain consciousness, expect she wasn't in total control of her body.

she slipped out of egon's arms.

"tara?" egon said, his voice full of concern.

"guard dog." keymaster said taking a step towards her.

another explosion went off distracting egon from tara and louis.

louis grabbed a hold of her, leaving the sight.

the ecto-1 pulled up, with winston and ray exiting the car.

ray and winston made their way through several different firefighters, before finding peter and egon in the midst of the chaos.

"what happened?!" ray asked.

"the storage facility blew. he shut off the protection grid." egon briefly explained.

ray scanned the area, he looked back over to egon and peter.

"where's tara?" he then asked.

egon and peter looked around.

"she was just here." egon answered.

he then put two and two together.

"he took her." he confirmed. "shit!" he cursed.

"who?" ray questioned.

"the keymaster." he responded.

they went to go run off to find them, until the little weasel freak yelled out "hold it! i want these men arrested!"

"captain, these men are in criminal violation of the environmental protection. and this explosion is a direct result to it." he claim.

"your mother-" egon went to go lunge at him before the boys as well as police officers stepped in to pull him back.

"hold it! hold it! hold it!" they all yelled.

*

[bayoubodycount]

For the IWTV asks: 🦇 🤡 ⚰️

Hi! Thanks for the questions!

Would I like the ability to read people's mind?

Yes, if I could make it only one person-my husband. My reason is because I'm extremely afflicted with ADHD and having even just myself in my brain is too overwhelming sometimes🤣

Favorite headcanon of your favorite character:

Hopefully I'm not spoiling here but- I'm insanely curious with regards to the hints from Sam combined with Lestat mentioning Akasha when he confesses  to Louis in the tower(2x8) he'd been reflecting on and examining his behavior/abuse during his dumpster era. It possibly lends to him having drank from Akasha (the very embodiment of poison and toxicity itself) and contributing(IN PART) to the drop, the DV, and the abuse. It honestly makes sense to me that her blood would have that kind of influence and hold on him..on anyone who drinks from her. 

They've(Sam and RJ) have mentioned sewing seeds in this show. Having some of Lestat's behavior/abuse linked to Akasha would indeed be a good way to depict how toxic she is. However, LET ME BE CLEAR..I do NOT want it used as the sole excuse for his behavior/abuse.

While I am certain book Lestat would be horrified at the show's DV, book fans know Lestat wouldn't do this. BUT given the very real abuse we should be seeing in season 3 that Lestat suffered by the hands of his father and brothers(and in her own way Gabrielle, by way of lack of intervention) it is very logical and realistic to assume Lestat's less desirable characteristics and tendencies do stem from his childhood traumas (plus a few post vampire-turning ones)and I would NOT want them simply excused by blaming Akasha, as it would leave no room for personal work and growth and provide zero character arc which is necessary for great storytelling. Okay, sorry for that rant, I'm done I swear🤣

How would you feel about having to sleep in a coffin? 

Just a coffin? Absolutely fine. But a coffin buried six feet underground? I'd go batshit insane from claustrophobia. Good thing for me, vampires hide their coffins in other places 🤣

[hotelroom-cuckchair]

ok ive spun this around enough in my brain that i think i have a decent theory on what it represents. tdlr my going theory is that the groan is a symbol that the truth is being obscured in some way (in s2 at least, this theory doesnt fit as well for s1, but. whatever)

& yes im aware that that statement is so broad it could mean literally anything. like yes we already KNOW that the narrative is being manipulated from the Text we dont need Subtext to be able to tell. but i think the specific instances where we hear the groan can bring some extra stuff into question

(things i tossed around the groan being related to, for posterity: armand, isolation, memory, lestat, food/life, alice, specifically unreliable memory)

so the big thing that got me thinking about this motif is s2e5 because the foley on that had the volume cranked up so high. you could TELL that bitch was groaning. but relistening to earlier episodes (s1 in particular) its hard to tell if its groaning or not sometimes. so the emphasis on it in s2e5 was absolutely deliberate, and seeing as that episode is all about memory and lies and manipulating the narrative, its not a hard connection to make

(wont go super in depth onto why i think the groan is related to this specifically but. looking at the above list im pretty confident saying it)

ANYWAY. there are some lines in particular that caught my eye as having the groan play around them, and by looking at those lines and goinng "hmm is the truth being told here" it opens up some interesting lines of discussion. gna break those down under a readmore

s2e1, 47:24 - Armand: Like everything we've done for the past 70 years.

ok but armand you HAVENT done everything together for the past 70 years have you. you wiped your boyfriends memory. is this armand just trying to convince himself that his marriage is not failing

s2e2, 12:49 - Daniel: Makes it more likely you'll rip a page in the item being examined.

the fact that some of the pages from claudia's diary were removed is still significant. the pages about bruce were torn, and (imo?) its left ambiguous whether louis or claudia did that. but the neatly cut out pages after lestat were unambiguously done by louis, and they were most likely done in an effort to forget that claudia hated him for sparing lestat. all this talk about pieces being deliberately removed from physical, objective evidence in order to tell a specific version of the story. hey i wonder if anything else has been tampered with by accident

s2e2, 33:34 - Armand: In a community as small as ours, such crossings of immortal paths is expected, perhaps more common than you would think.

this line refers to lestat being the founder of the theatre des vampires. not to be speculative but we DO know that lestat is alive still. i dont think that armand - wait hang on i have a better quote for thsi

s2e3, 20:37 - Louis: When he went to open the theater the next night, he was met by the lawyer, Pierre Roget I.

so this is DEFINITELY not the last time armand and lestat saw each other yeah. maybe ye olde paris really did go like that & lestat really did just nut and bolt. but theyve absolutely definitely met face to face since then. maybe in the 40s. maybe in the 70s. maybe later. who knows. but im CERTAIN armand knows more abt lestat than hes letting on

s2e4, 25:38 - Louis: I was an adequate photographer.

i mean. yeah he probably was. ngl this one still confuses me. just based on his reaction to it its fairly reasonable to assume that armand put the photos there. but whyyy did he. do that? hed GOTTA have known louis would get pissed if he found out. did he just want to rizz louis up to daniel that bad or. whats goin on here

s2e5, 05:07 - Louis: Someone half in love with an easeful death.

aka louis and daniel both. the paragraphs i could write about 'rest' 'no fear'

im normal. i promis

but the groan has gotta symbolise something right.

[catonthesideoftheroad]

Save Your Tears

Pairing: Louis Partridge x reader, a bit of Finn Wolfhard x reader towards the end

Type: angst sort of

Summary: it’s Millie’s birthday and reader sees her ex boyfriend Louis Partridge that was also invited.

Warnings: angst, cussing

Based Off: Save Your Tears by The Weeknd

I saw you dancing in a crowded room

You look so happy when I’m not with you

But then you saw me, caught you by surprise

A single teardrop falling from your eye

I walked into the venue that Millie, my co-star in Enola Holmes, held her birthday party at. Millie greeted me with a tight hug that I returned back to her after we pulled away I gave her the bag that had her birthday gift.

“Aw, y/n you really didn’t have too,” Millie assured as we walked to the gift table for her to put the bag on.

“Ugh, as if I would come to my best friends birthday party with no gift,” I said

“Thank you so much,” She said

“You haven’t even seen the gift yet!” I reminded

Millie just laughed causing me to smile, “Oh, have you met Finn?” She asked

I shook my head ‘no’

“You have to meet him, he reminds me of you so much it’s crazy,” Millie explained leading to Finn who was busy talking to other people. As soon as Millie showed up they all wished her a happy birthday and she introduced me to them.

“So, how’s your music going?” I asked with a genuine smile on my face

As he started talking someone next to the drink area caught my attention, Louis Partridge, who was already staring at me with a drink in his hand. My face started to heat up signaling that I was about to cry. I put a hand on Finn’s shoulder lightly as a way to guide somewhere else in the building he followed and continued our conversation.

You could’ve asked me why I broke your heart

You could’ve told me that you fell apart

But you walked past me like I wasn’t there

And pretended like you didn’t care

When it was time for Millie to open her presents everyone gathered around her around the area that had a bunch of couches and chairs. Louis towards the front where you see the couch that Millie was sitting on perfectly. She waved me over and I smiled as a way to let her know that I saw her. Millie patted the spot next to her as I neared her. I walked towards her as I felt a hand reach out slightly and touch my forearm lightly. When I look up in-front of me, all I see is the flashes of people taking pictures and recordings of Millie as I hand her the first gift to open.

So I made you think that I would always stay

I said somethings that I should never say

Yeah, I broke your heart like someone did mine

But now you won’t love me for a second time

As we laid in bed together, my head laying on his chest as we basked in the sunlight that made its way through his bedroom window. A comfortable silence rested over us, a moment of peace that felt unbreakable.

“I love you” Louis said

I hummed as a soft smile rested on my face. I looked up at him, “I love you too,”

We smiled at each other. “I won’t ever leave you,” Louis said

“Promise?” I asked reaching out my pinkie

“I promise,” he hooked his pink one around mine giving it a soft pec.

I laughed lightly. This moment was forever burned into my brain. Shortly after the breakup, I thought about all the time, not believing how stupid I could be to put all trust into one person.

Girl, take me back 'cause I wanna stay

Save your tears for another

I realize that I'm much too late

And you deserve someone better

Save your tears for another day

Save your tears for another day

After Millie had opened all of her gifts and was the ‘M’ necklace that I had gotten for her, the birthday party was coming to a close and a couple of people said their goodbyes to Millie before they headed out.

I talked to Millie at one of the now empty tables examining the mess that was rented by Millie’a parents for the party.

I ran a hand through my hair, “We should start cleaning up soon,” I suggested

Empty cups, plates and used silverware were scattered everywhere. Tore up wrapping paper and gift bags were sitting in the same area that Millie had opened all of her gifts at.

Millie nodded getting up as we noticed a few stragglers who still stood around. Louis walked up to us.

“Can I talk to you, y/n?” He asked

I looked at Millie hoping she would say would mention we were about to clean but she just waved me off as she went to grab a trash bag.

We walked out into the hall, “Y/n, I love you so much and seeing you tonight just reminded me of what I lost when we broke up,” He started

I looked at with bewildered look on my face, “What?” I scoffed

“I miss yo-“ he said before I cut him off

“No, I gave you a chance and you fucking ruined it! I loved you and you fucking blew it!”

He tried to say something

“I trusted you, while I was blocking everyone else out of my life I let you in because I trusted you to always be there for me. I trusted you to not leave me, especially when I needed you the most!” My voice broke towards the end, tears welling up in my eyes.

Louis took a step towards me reaching his arm out trying to comfort me, but I took a step back a slapped his arm away from me.

“Y/n, I’m trying here,” Louis said

“Then don’t. I don’t want you back, you made it clear that you can and will leave me when the road gets a little rocky and I don’t need anymore instability like that in my life,” a tear fell down my cheek and I reached my hand up to wipe it away quickly, not wanting to give Louis the satisfaction.

The door that separates Louis and I from the room that had Millie’a party opened as Finn poked his head out.

“Um, I heard yelling and just wanted to check that everything was okay,” Finn said

I put on a smile, “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

Finn nodded, looking past me and towards Louis, “Okay, well I was just leaving and wanted to say bye,”

“I’ll walk you out, yeah,” I said walking towards Finn

He nodded and reached a hand out towards me. I took it and we walked towards his car.

“Are you really okay or did you just say that?” Finn asked

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t think me saying ‘Yeah, I’m just yelling at my ex-boyfriend, don’t mind me.’ Would’ve exactly made you want to stay,” I laugh softly

“I pretty sure you could say almost anything and I would stay,” Finn assured me

I nodded, “I’ll hold you too that, okay,”

“If you ever want to talk to me about anything, you know you can,” Finn stopped as we approached his car

“Thank you, I think that Millie will highly appreciate the fact that she won’t have to be burdened with all of my problems,” I try to make a joke of the situation

He laughed at it, causing me to silently thank the Gods.

“You probably have to go now,” I said

“Yeah, we’ll talk soon, right?”

“Yes, of course.” I smile as Finn opens the drivers side door

“Goodnight y/n,”

“Goodnight Finn, drive safe,”

He starts his car and pulls off as I stand behind and wave him bye. I let go of a breath that I didn’t know I was holding. I go back into the building with a smile on my face.

“You have everything cleaned already?” I asked Millie

“Yeah, the staff told me the cleaning crew would come in later to do a deeper cleaning of the place,” She informed, “Louis left a couple of minutes ago.” She said

I nodded

“Do you wanna go up to my room?” She asked

“Yeah,” I said

She grabbed my hand and we went to the elevator, heading to her room to settle down for the night.

Save your tears for another day

Save your tears for another day

[memeadonna]

Anything for You, Baby

Hello everyone! This is a short little thirst story I wrote for @sendhelpimstupid featuring Sugar Baby Kirishima. The stunning art can be found here. Please visit her page and show her some love! 

This story is 18+. Minors DNI 

Warnings: Sugar Baby/Sugar Mommy Relationship, Premature Ejaculation, Cross-Dressing, Sub Kirishima, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Mild Choking, Scratching and Biting Mentioned, Vaginal Intercourse, I wrote this in like 3 hours sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes

Word Count: 2,562

Of all the things you were thankful for in life, people were always surprised when you mentioned Kirishima's expensive taste. Your entire relationship had started because he hadn't noticed how much money he'd been spending until one day he was overdrawn. He hadn't added up the totals of his expenses in his head, hadn't realized every time he swiped his card that money left his account. He liked the finer things in life, and how was he supposed to know that his bank account was meant to last him all of his first semester? His parents had told him "figure it out", so he couldn't even ask them for help. 

Being at a hero school was tough already – he could barely even enjoy the city nightlife since he was stuck at the dorms between classes doing homework. He didn't even have enough time to get a job outside of school hours. Maybe he wasn't cut out for university, let alone at a prestigious hero school. 

You had noticed Kirishima's state of panic, and when he confessed to everyone in the dorm that he was out of money, people (Bakugou and his other friends) had made fun of him. Uraraka and Iida had stepped in immediately, chastising them for mocking him. He tried to play it off as no big deal, that he'd figure it out, and the conversation shifted elsewhere. 

You'd been born into a wealthy family like Iida and Momo, and on top of that you'd had your own job throughout high school, so you'd saved up lots of money already.  "I could hire you," you told him after everyone had left for the night. "Pay you to do things for me." 

"I don't need your charity," he'd snapped back. "Did Bakugou put you up to this?" 

"I just thought I'd offer to help you since we're friends," you answered calmly, before getting up and heading to your dorm. That night you'd sat up late regretting ever asking him if he needed help. 

Early the next morning he was at your door. "What kind of things?" was the first thing he asked, as you rubbed your eyes and blinked up at him blearily. You made him repeat himself twice because the words didn't stick in your brain this early. 

"Clean my room, do my laundry," you'd finally told him, offering what you hoped was a kind smile. "Other things when I want them." The blush he gave you at those words more than made up for his harshness last night. 

You'd started slowly, of course. You gave him rewards for handing in assignments on time, taken him out to dinner when he got good grades, and little treats for random things. "Do I always need a reason, baby?" you'd asked him one night as he examined the concert tickets, you'd just given him. You'd been delighted to accept the ticket he gave back to you and had secretly smiled to yourself as Denki had whined and complained that Kirishima had promised to take him! But that was back when Kirishima was spending his money on everything. Now he was just spending it on himself. 

One day, half-joking, you'd gifted him a French Maid outfit to clean your room in. It was just a little too tight for him (he couldn't even do the zipper up!), but it was the creamy white stockings and cute little heels you were interested in. He tried his hardest to clean your room, but after the third time he rolled his ankle, he ended up with you in his lap, and let's just say that your relationship changed from there. 

You'd pushed him back into your bed and felt him up beneath the skirts and ruffles. You left a smattering of dark hickies over his neck and collarbones, moving down his body with clear intent. He was beet red, sitting up and panting as he watched you with wide eyes. Your hands slipped below his skirts and trailed up his legs, and you watched him squirm. "Aw," you teased, revelling in your victory. "What's wrong, does the baby like getting dressed up all cute and ravaged?" 

He stammered with a reply for a moment, but you dipped under his skirt and the breathy gasp he let out as you began to kiss up his thighs was more than worth it. A part of you wanted to pull back out and apply lipstick so you could leave more evidence of your kisses, but there was no way in hell you were going to back down now. You settled for more hickies and a few bites, and by the time you reached your prize, he was hard and throbbing. 

You were the only person with a dorm on your floor (luck of the draw), so you didn't dare tell him he should quiet down his moaning, especially not as you slid the lacy panties reverently down his thighs. 

It was clearly his first time, and he was squirming in your grip as you gave him a teasing lick. A part of you wanted to pull back and tease him some more, but this was too good to pass up. He threw an arm over his eyes and slipped his other hand into your hair. He arched his back as you raked your nails down his thighs, and let out the sweetest noise you'd ever heard, blowing his load directly in your face before you could even get him into your mouth. After you'd finished laughing and wiped his spunk off of your face, you'd given him the sweetest kiss on the cheek. He'd gone beet red as you laughed, and hadn't said no when you promised him a shopping spree because he was just so good for you. 

The sales lady at the lingered store had been surprisingly accommodating when you'd asked her if they carried up to a 3X. 

He'd been your sugar baby for all of first year, even after he got his own allowance from his parents. He'd been your boyfriend the rest of your university career (of course, you still liked to treat your spoiled baby), and a few years out of school he'd asked you to marry him, with that same sweet expression he always had when he told you he loved you. 

The world saw Red Riot as a strong, manly hero that took shit from nobody. They also saw him as hopelessly in love with you (or with Dynamight, depending on which magazine you read). He was a real Man's Man, always on the covers of fitness magazines or advertising sports drinks and protein powders. He advocated for always being chivalrous and brave, but that Manly Men also took the time to be vulnerable and compassionate. 

One thing that hadn't changed since your days in university was the fact that your Eijirou loved to be spoiled. Shopping sprees, private chefs, weekends away… his eyes always lit up no matter what you surprised him with. You were both similarly ranked in the charts, and both made a lot of money, but he secretly adored the fact that you had a bank account you filled up every month just for him. He'd buy whatever he wanted with it, whether it was designer clothes or handbags (for either of you), or any number of things (he particularly liked buying new gym equipment that the two of you most certainly didn't need). 

Today had been a hard day. You'd been overusing your quirk and your muscles were sore, not to mention you'd been working with one Lord Explosion Murder God which meant that you'd been ordered around all day.

When you got home, a note from your husband was laying on the counter. Eijirou would be home a little late, and you could order whatever for dinner. Grumbling to yourself, you refused to take yet another order from yet another person and reheated leftovers in the fridge. Take that, loving husband! 

You ate standing at the counter in your uniform, and after you'd put the dishes away you marched up to your bedroom, already peeling your costume off. You left it on the bathroom floor as you hopped into the shower, and just let the hot water scald your aching muscles. You used Eijirou's body wash because you missed his smell, and changed into your pyjamas while you combed your hair. 

You crawled under the covers and scrolled on your phone for a while, wishing your husband would just hurry up and come home already. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms, hear him tell you all about how he would protect you from the bad things in the world. 

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs woke you from a restless sleep, and you sat up in bed. How long were you asleep? Was that your Eiji? 

The door opened, and what greeted you took your breath away. Your husband stood in the doorway with a sheer robe, trimmed with red faux fur. It was tied with a ribbon around his waist and accentuated his hips beautifully. He was wearing red lacy thigh highs and nothing else beneath the robe. He completed the look with a set of Louis Vuitton stilettos, which you noticed in passing due to the stunning everything else the Adonis before you was showing off. 

"Hey," he purred. "Heard you had a rough day." He smirked at you as your eyes trailed up and down his body. "Can I make it better?" he took a few steps into the room, undoing the ribbon around his waist teasingly slowly. He opened the robe, letting it fall off his shoulders and rest at his elbows. He had filled out a lot since university, and he was a healthy 7'6 and twice as wide as you. He could lift you with one arm and toss you like a football if he wanted, but as he dropped his robe to the floor and elegantly clicked his way across the room towards you, he had no intention of tossing you around tonight. That thought made sparks dance around your core, and you felt your panties starting to soak. 

You sat up on your knees for a better look at him. He ran his hands over his body, shamelessly showing off for you. His dick stood proud and tall and was already leaking for you. You smiled at him as you slipped into your role. "Did you buy that to look pretty for me?" you asked ever so sweetly. "Sounds like you want a reward." 

He walked right up to the side of the bed with a breathy "Yes,". You leaned up for a kiss and enjoyed the feeling of him smiling against your lips as he took his time with you. 

His hands gently explored your curves, squeezing the plush of your thighs and the soft skin beneath your breasts, and as you pulled back to lick your lips at him, "Anything for you, Baby," felt like the most natural thing to say. 

He crawled into bed, careful not to kick you with his knife-shoes, and placed his wrists at the headboard. You attached the restraints with all the care in the world, and ran your hands over your baby's chest, admiring all of the scars that years of hero work had marked him with. "You're beautiful," you told him, leaning down for another kiss. 

You painted his chest with kisses and hickies, not caring if they'd be visible the next day. Let people stare. Let people know who your man belonged to. 

"I love these too," you ran your hand over his new stockings. "You know lace is my favourite." 

"Always the best for mommy," he purred back, pleased with himself as you explored his body. It had become familiar to you; you knew everywhere he was sensitive. You knew how to get him going, how to slow him down, and how to drive him wild. You shrugged off your own pyjamas and he let out a noise of approval, eyes taking in your curves. "You're stunning." He offered, looking absolutely awestruck. If his hands were free, they'd be all over you, but now was not his turn for control. 

You slid off your panties and tossed them off the bed, eyeing his body up with increasing lust, before suddenly straddling him and sinking down onto him with a small noise of discomfort. He let out a sharp noise of concern and pleasure, gasping. "You've gotta prep yourself!" He hissed, half-drunk on the tight squeeze. 

"Shut up," you answered, and picked up a brutal pace. He let out a strangled noise and arched up into your touch, gasping and whining and looking up at you with eyes clouded by lust as he gave harsh thrusts up into your welcoming body. His hands hardened and unhardened within their restraints, along with a line along his forehead. You wrapped your hands around his throat, and he tilted his head back to bare it to you. His moans crescendoed as you began to put pressure on him, canting your hips faster and faster. 

He was drunk off the lust singing in his veins and bent one of his knees to give you better leverage. You freed one of his hands from its restraint and it immediately flew to your hip to help you ride. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, and his breath came in desperate gasps. "Gonna cum!" he whined, blinking desperately up at you. "Please mommy! Please let me fucking cum I want to cum so bad!" he babbled, blinking his pretty crimson eyes up at you. 

You gently caressed his face and smiled down at him. You leaned in closer, giving him a deep kiss. "So do it," you growled. "Knock me up." 

His hips faltered and the absolute roar he let out at your challenge sent a pleased shiver through you. He ripped the other restraint right off of the bedframe (along with a chunk of the frame itself) and flipped you onto your back, all without pulling out of you. He kissed you ravenously, his hands squeezing every inch of you. He grabbed one of your tits in one hand as he reached his other down to play with your clit. He threw you over the edge, and as you came around him, his thrusts changed. They were sharp and purposeful as he poured everything he had into your body. 

"Mine," he growled out, sinking his fangs into the tender meat of your shoulder. He didn't dare move as the two of you came down from your highs but rolled the two of you back over so he didn't crush you. You laughed a little and cuddled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of a womb full of his cum and the delicious stretch of him inside of you, not to mention the feeling of utter safety that having his arms around you brought. "I love you." He purred, giving your forehead a kiss.  

"I love you too," you answered back, smiling up at him with tenderness. 

"Did you really mean it?" he traced his hands over your back, massaging your tender shoulders. "You want to start a family?" 

"Mhm," you nodded tiredly, before looking back up at him once again, echoing your earlier promise: "Anything for you, Baby." 

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The City of Lost Children (1995)

The City of Lost Children is a film with a distinct style of storytelling and equally unique visuals. It stands out among the rest. Although not every idea is fully developed, it's unforgettable.

Long ago, a scientist created Krank (Daniel Emilfork), an intelligent but evil man who cannot dream. Living on an abandoned oil rig with the long-gone scientist’s other creations, a dwarf named Martha (Mireille Mossé), six childish clones (Dominique Pinon) and a brain in a vat named Irvin (voiced by Jean-Louis Trintignant), Krank has strongarmed them into stealing children for him. From the children, he hopes to find a way to dream. After Krank’s minions kidnap Denree (Joseph Lucien), his older brother One (Ron Pearlman) teams up with a street urchin named Miette (Judith Vittet) to find the lost children.

The plot sounds awfully random but there's a logic woven through. It's just difficult to put into words. Part fairytale, part futuristic nightmare, The City of Lost Children is filled with characters so unique they pop off the screen. Miette is part of a gang of orphans working for the Octopus, a pair of conjoined twins (played by Geneviève Brunet and Odile Mallet) who share more than just a body. Their movements mimic, or complement each others’ in a way that suggests they share a mind too. The ones responsible for the kidnapping are members of the Cyclops Cult, whose followers ritually blind themselves and use cybernetic eyes to see. On their own, they’d stand out but in a tale where we frequently get to walk through children’s dreams and every character feels like it’s from a cross between Oliver Twist and Snow White with a side trip through Alice in Wonderland, you only question them once the end credits have finished and you’ve returned to the real world.

It’s hard to pick just one aspect of this surreal tale as “the best" but I’ve decided to settle upon the dreams we see Krank wander through. Through relatively simple special effects, The City of Lost Children gets the feel of them perfectly. The bizarre in-the-moment logic, the fleeting imagery, the simple but chilling turns that make you wake up unsettled from a nightmare are all there. So often, I see films try to show dreams and drop the ball. This French production (yes, you’ll need to turn on the subtitles) gets it right.

A few aspects of this picture by Marc Caro and Jean-Pierre Jeunet don’t quite work. The Cyclopses, for example, fit in this world but aren’t necessary and dropping them might’ve given us time to examine the key characters further. It’s also worth noting that a few special effects are dated (mostly close-up shots of CG insects). Aside from those criticisms, this is a bit of a demented masterpiece. I love how it interprets the theme of childhood innocence. The adults have either retained it, or seek it, while the kids have given up on it long ago. Some images shown are so vivid they cannot be forgotten once seen. This overshadows the difficulty you might have wrapping your mind around all the ideas the film presents.

After finishing The City of Lost Children, I immediately wanted to watch it again. It’s not that the story is life-altering, that the performances are that good, or that it all necessarily means something big. It’s that this work is so distinct one taste makes you crave more. The picture’s a tad overindulgent in the weirdness, but somehow, that also works in its favour. (Original French version on DVD, May 11, 2018)