Iris & I are so happy to bring you ‘Strays’, by Julia Rose Lewis & James Miller. To be released on the 9th November 2017, this collaborative full-length poetry collection will be HVTN’s first book. In a series of found poems and response poems,the authors deconstruct and reinvent their source text, James Miller’s novel Lost Boys, which, in 2008, anticipated a dangerously paranoid society. A queer coming of age love story emerges. Sophie Essex, editor of Salò said:
Lewis and Miller deconstruct the obscurity of what it is we don’t know and take us – the reader and the motives of another – to an extreme. Together they concoct a cannibalistic stratiform of poetics; a work that is gloriously dense as it operates in the intervening space.
Straysis now available to pre-order! And each pre-order will receive a complimentary copy of HVTN 3.2, also to be released in November.
Oof the thirst is real my lovelies, and it ain’t for blood! I love doing romance and smut writing, and clearly I must have some talent in it cuz you guys are lovin’ it! Thank you to my co-author @imlostinsantacarla! Hope you guys enjoy this one
Lost Boys Catch Their Fem!S/O in the Act [¼]
CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Themes, Smut, Offensive Language
Paul
Paul and yourself were sprawled lazily upon your couch with a horror flick busily playing on your television in the background. The ominous cries of a girl being murdered filtered into the backdrop of the equation whilst the pair of your focuses was fervently purchased on the other. Your lips were molded together in a feverish battle for dominance, one that Paul was surely gaining the upper hand on. His tongue massaged yours, teeth nipping the appendage between his sharp teeth until he provoked a satisfied hum of appreciation from you. However, his hands remained tangled in your hair, cradling your head precisely where he currently wanted it the most.
Nevertheless, there was an edge of frustration building between you both, an intense stubbornness pulsating in the air, each of you far too prideful to give into the sexual tension that had ran astray the very moment that Paul had carried himself through your apartment door and seen you clad in an oversized band tee, leather booty shorts and a pair of knee high socks. The sight alone had been enough for him to almost bust a nut, yet he had to reign himself in; he was all too aware of your weak strategies that you always displayed when you wanted his attention. He had been a victim of them countless times before. Oh, it was deliberate! He was certain of it. You had precisely planned this out and he sure as hell was not going to allow himself to succumb to your sexually deviant ways. Paul was hell bent on getting back at you for the stiffy you had given him: And was not going to back down either. No, he was much too stubborn for that; and unfortunately, so were you.
Deliberately, you parted your mouth from his in a taunting stance, his face instinctively following, only for a chortle to push past your luscious lips and into his ears. Instead of diving back in like you commonly did, you turned your back rather childishly on him, pressing it into his front with the innocent appearance of gaining a comfortable spot. You had left your neck exposed though and his cool breath fanned over the expenditure of it, creating goosebumps to rise across your skin like the dead were in the movie on your TV. A satisfied simper tugged at the corner of your lips as his very own wandered over the soft skin of your pulse point, his tongue swirling around the area out of habit before he bit down and sucked the spot desperately, leaving a deep purple bruise in his wake. A tender moan floated from your mouth, fingers roving backwards into his wild blonde mane. Dammit! You couldn’t let him get the upper hand. So, you resorted for the cheapest tactic in your arsenal and ground your backside prominently into the bulge that had developed in his stained white jeans. This elicited a frustrated and pleased grunt from Paul, his pointy teeth latching onto the skin of your neck harder, almost breaking the skin. You yelped softly, brows furrowed in tender anguish. “Ow, you asshole!” You swatted the side of his head indignantly.
“Ow!” Paul grumbled, teeth nicking the sensitive spot once again, his own hand quick to capture your’s before you repeated the same sore action. “Asshole?” Paul scoffed into your ear threateningly, his arms wrapping instinctively around your middle and bringing you closer to him. “You’re practically dry humping me, Captain Horny! I can smell how wet you are.”
“Am not!” You exclaimed in protest to both of his obvious statements, your face swarming with substantial heat at being found out so soon.
“Oh yeah? Then what the hell were you doing then, hm?” You could hear the smug bastard’s grin in his ‘harmless’ inquiry, feeling it spread toothily across the bruises he had created on your flesh.
“Getting comfortable, dumbass.” You replied nonchalantly, eyes hyper fixated on the television screen before you, although it was only because you couldn’t turn your head to face Paul’s, you’d definitely crumble underneath his intimidating gaze of triumph.
“Yeah, okay, Bugs Bunny.” Paul quipped in conclusion with mock amusement, fingers smoothing against the fabric on your belly whilst his icy eyes followed yours and fixed themselves comfortably on the TV ahead.
For the remainder of the movie, Paul’s calloused nimble fingertips skimmed mockingly at the hem of your large top, the appendages seldomly touched your supple skin. The action created a crackling hot fire to ache inside the nether regions of your abdomen, your thighs instinctively brushing together to create much needed friction, which caused your backside to once again grind tenderly into Paul’s groin. A smug smile spread across your boyfriend’s countenance prior to him peppering breathy kisses into the side of your neck, tender nibbles cascading down the expenditure of it. “What do you think you’re doing, doll face?” He grunted into your ear desperately, the wet heat between your legs emitting a sweet scent that made his head spin. He was well aware of how seduced you were, yet his egotism only proved to spur on your motions in a whirlwind of stubbornness.
A flare of indignance erupted at the seams inside of your chest, blasting hot ash through your veins. In one swift motion, you had collected yourself into a seating position, back still directed towards Paul and his wild shit eating grin. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” You stated plainly, already on your feet as you stomped towards your bathroom in childish defeat. You could hear Paul snicker boisterously from the couch, you could practically envision his head tipped back all the way, that complacent expression plastered upon his dumb face.
“Awe, babe, Don’t be such a sore loser!” Paul called after you halfheartedly, victory dancing sensually in his eyes. Yet you continued onwards, entering your bathroom in a vigoring flurry of intense irritation. You slammed the door sharply behind you, the noise echoing throughout your apartment all while you pressed your back to the sturdy piece of wood before you let out a frustrated sigh of disappointment. Things really weren’t working out the way you had hoped them to.
With a tentative and unrushed pace, you peeled off your clothes, article by article. Your fingers wandered with purpose over the handle of the showers door and you slid it open effortlessly in one gliding motion. You fondled with the water fob, tinkering with it until a warm stream of water and steam cascaded from the spout. Your figure stepped carefully into the steaming shower, the placid jet of water greeting you in it’s scolding fingers as it wound through your hair and down your beautiful body. A content rush of air flowed from your mouth as the heat from the water distracted your mind temporarily from the pooling ache that throbbed inside of your core. You tipped your head back, eyes shutting peacefully as you blindly made a grab for the shampoo bottle, and as if by magic, your fingers wrapped around the thin bottle, squeezing a dollop mechanically into your free palm. You aggressively worked the product into your hair so that it lathered voluptuously, giving you a proper distraction. Though to no avail, as you washed the suds from your locks, your mind’s eye only held images of Paul. You nipped your lower lip in between your teeth harshly whilst you slapped on and worked the conditioner through the end strands of your hair. The actions were something you did so naturally, they proved to provide little aberration to your pitiful predicament. Yet you persevered, taking your sweet time whilst you washed the glossy elixir from your hair. If Paul wouldn’t give you what he wanted, you would punish him for being such a hard ass. You’d make him crumble somehow…
That cocky bastard still sat eagerly on your couch, understanding as he saw it, that he’d won the world. Yet he was nowhere near as sneaky as he perceived himself to be. The agitation of failure was muddled when your skin recalled the tender, taunting caresses of his calloused fingers, the sharp and pleasurable sensations caused by his pointed teeth. Even beneath the hot water, you felt chills teasing your flesh, creating unwanted goosebumps. Your nipples stiffened whilst your mind wandered to images of his mouth clasping over them, provoking a soft sigh of pleasure to hum past your lips whilst your thighs rubbed together more aggressively, attempting to create some friction to relieve the dull yet painful ache that palpated inside of you. The feeling haunted you whilst your fingers slid down your front, legs spreading slightly to accommodate your hand as you swirled your appendages harshly on your clit, a slick wetness having pooled down your thighs by now. A frustrated whimper pushed quietly from your mouth as you quickened your desperate pace. Yet nothing appeared to satisfy or curb the intense ache swelling in your lower abdomen. There was a lingering thought that if you waltzed out there right then, bare and wet as you were, Paul would be incapable of resisting you, sheathing himself deeply inside of you…
No! You weren’t going to just hand over the victory for him so hastily. Where had your unwavering stubbornness retreated to? That was right, if you couldn’t beat the smug bastard, then you had to join him in his damned little game. A devilish grin slithered itself onto your countenance as you pulled yourself from the stream of warm water. You turned to face the clear liquid bounding down you, the trickling streams of water gliding to your core, creating a delicious sensation you could not resist. Without much thought, your hand had placed itself around the handle of the detachable shower head and loudly pulled the head from it’s hook. Paul was determined to make you an utter mess. Fine, but you would give him a little show behind glass shower doors. Like a doll behind a case where he couldn’t touch. With ease you flicked the little gold painted lock to your sliding glass doors, looking at the misted doors with your own brand of smugness.
You slowly pressed your back against the cool tiles of your shower, ensuring that your front was on full display towards the door of the bathroom. You eagerly spread your legs, crouching slightly before you allowed the shower head to wander down your body sensually. Soon the powerful jet met your clit, pounding a large amount of water onto it. A desperate hitch of breath burst from your mouth, followed by a long wanton moan. The muscles in your legs shuddered, your head tipping back at the sensation of the water pulsating against your core. A string of hot curses flooded from your mouth, along with sweet delectable noises that only seemed to gain in volume whilst your back eagerly curled from the wall. Your knees began to shake, buckling nearly from the satisfying pleasure that built up within you. “F-fuck!” The whine that left your agape mouth echoed, a shrill pleading that was delicately carried through the shut door into the hallway, and brushed over Paul’s sensitive hearing still wedged tightly in your couch. The sound perked his entire body up, turning his head to which he glanced towards your room with a perplexed expression.
“Kitten?” He called almost inquisitively, leaning over the back of the sofa, his head cocked to the side. Once more he was met with precious moans that sent chills down his cold back, a low heat rumbling in his chest. “You little devil, doll.” Paul snickered, prompting himself to his feet and towards your bedroom. As he entered the room, your prevalent whimpers, begging for release were practically ringing in his ears at this point. Braggadocio lifted up his head and shoulders confidently as his hand slid over the doorknob to your bathroom and he turned the thing slowly before pushing the door open in one smooth swing, revealing a sight that almost made him come inside of his pants then and there. A heavy mist billowed out, steam weighing heavily with significant change in the air when he stepped in. The mirror was completely coated in thick, slippery perspiration, but those water splattered glass doors displayed his gorgeous prize. There you were tightly pressed against the tiled walls with that silver shower head shoved deep between your legs firing a brutal stream against your clit, sweet legs erratically quivering to match your trembling whimper. Water flowed perfectly down smooth curves, a shrill cry prying itself from your mouth whilst your half lidded orbs bore into his dauntingly, boasting a seductive glow to them. Paul stood there for a moment, hanging back whilst he kicked his feet forward nonchalantly. A low whistle curled from his perfect lips. “Look at you, kitten. You couldn’t wait for me could you?” His tone was dangerously low, pupils dilated fully as he stared at your mouth watering body like he wanted to take a bite out of it. The only response he was met with was another lewd sob, your eyes fluttering momentarily to the rear of your skull.
It was damn near impossible to subdue the wicked smirk that you boasted on full display in response to his conceited attitude, which anticipated his anxious approach with a devilish delight. He had been so thoroughly convinced that he had won, whilst his hands wrapped tightly around the handles of your shower door- and met with a solid clunk. The bewildered blonde blinked for a moment, his smirk wavering whilst he pulled again. Stuck in its place was the glass door. Your satisfied laugh chimed merrily over the loud water, pointing to shower head at the door, giving the glass in front where his face was a hasty spray before you situated the shower head once more at your core. “Who’s won now, you smarmy fucker,” you taunted, sticking your tongue out at him.
“Di-Did you seriously lock me out, babe?” he questioned irately, depressing his forehead to the glass to look at the handles. Locked?!?! How could they be locked? You really were a fucking bitch! “Unfair! That’s totally cheating!”
“Street rules baby, that means there are no rules. So, you get to watch,” you gleefully began, grazing your fingers over your plump breast, “while I… play… without you.” You cooed at him, batting your eyelashes innocently, though every pause granted a treasure-like moan. One hand held the showerhead in place now, pelting violently into your clit, which pushed another crowing moan while you squeezed your breast with the other hand, making good use of your thumb and pointed finger to twist your tender pink nipple teasingly at him.
Paul pathetically fumed beyond the glass, desperately pressing against the glass. He wouldn’t dare break the expensive panels, yet the temptation to do just so grew increasingly whilst he watched you writhe delectably before him. Witnessing the gushes of water running down your legs in torrential plumes, your legs made his gut ache painfully. “Enjoy that bratty little mouth of yours being open kitten,” he hissed with a vicious grin, leaning confidently against the door, “cuz when I get in there I’m gonna fuck your mouth until you choke on it.” He finished with definite finality, his eyes twinkling with utter determination.
Somehow his threats fell on deaf ears and excited you further, laughter pouring from you between luscious moans as he had issued a challenge you weren’t afraid to take head on. “An-And… if I cum before you get in here?" There was that mock innocence lacing your inquiry. You knew precisely what would happen to you, and Paul was on the verge of handing it over to you on a silver platter. You now boasted your own shit eating grin on your countenance.
"You better fuckin not!” He growled viciously through tightly gritted teeth.
Oh, that familiar snarl in his voice made you giggle, loving to challenge him. Just how far could he be pushed before he snapped? Let’s see. Beneath the unyielding barrage of water, you glided your other hand to the sopping lips of your already swollen pussy, watching his nails drag on the glass. "I bet you wish you could just reach out and touch me, huh?” You breathed in a hush tone, fingers working mercilessly on your clit, working you closer and closer to your much needed release. In one swift motion, you slipped them inward, plunged deep inside were two, then three fingers, squirming against the bud inside of you. The sensation almost caused your eyes to roll back to your skull as you worked furiously on yourself, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge. “Oh God!” You gasped, knees barely able to keep you up.
Now came the icing on the cake. You had begun to cry out his name, watching Paul almost double over, hunching his body forward. There was an inferno that had been lit inside of him, seeping rapidly into every corner of his being until he was melting at the sight of your delicious display. His own panting breaths were dragging out low, desperate grunts, seducing him to moan huskily. He felt the zipper of his pants burst, his throbbing erection aching tightly in a constrictive cage.
Your orgasm tore through your body, head tipped back whilst you screwed your eyelids shut tightly. Your limbs shook ferociously, your body almost collapsing onto the wet floor of your shower. “P-Paul!”
Paul’s name gonged mercilessly in his ears, echoing, before he grasped the handle harshly, tugging with deliberate strength and tearing the lock clean off with a single pull. On shaky limbs you snaked the showerhead back onto it’s hook, a well of pride bubbling in you triumphantly. Look who won after all? Water pelted onto your quivering body as you backed up into it. That predatory glare in his eyes caused you to snicker with glee, you were firmly pressed against the far wall, whilst he slid the door open slowly, licking his lips habitually. Even as he stepped foot into the shower, he disregarded the water that clung to his hair and clothes, in which clutched to his body. His entire figure caged you in between his arms and legs.
"You just had to fuckin’ push it, kitten,” he snarled, grasping your throat just beneath your chin in a firm, swift hold.
“How can I resist?” you teased, dragging your hands against Paul’s shirt that had stuck to his soaked skin. “I love seeing you so pent up.” You breathed your last statement abruptly, for him to hoist your legs around his waist with his free hand.
“Well, guess you got to see that,” he taunted with a boastful jeer of his own, trailing his fangs up the edge of your neck. “Now I get to play with you all I want,” he whispered deeply into your ear, teeth bared as an animalistic growl rumbled from his chest. In a haze, his mouth found yours, a brutal battle of teeth and tongues danced desperately, the previous choreography for dominance erased. Paul was in charge and you were more than happy to oblige. Yet somewhere along the way he’d fished his throbbing cock from his soaked white jeans and he sheathed it into you with a particular hard slam of his hips. Your cunt ached from your post orgasm, a heat pooling there once more. You tore his jacket from his body, hooking your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. His tongue fought to dominate your mouth, tearing off his mesh shirt and pressing his bare chest against your tits. The intrusion left you winded as he swallowed your cries happily, his hips already pounding into you at an unruly pace. His grunts were muffled between kisses, grasping your butt with his hips pressing you into the wall. Wild trails of bites and kisses covered your neck, the concoction of pain and pleasure making you scream wildly, your limbs already quaking.
Paul drank you in, savoring those perfect moans whilst he appreciated the feeling of your nails clawing deeply down his back. “Fuckin’ scream,” he commanded, licking under your ear. “Scream my name, I wanna fuckin’ hear you baby.”
And as if by magic, you cried out wantonly, his name praising your pretty little lips as he fucked you into starstruck oblivion. Your fingers wound harshly into his blonde wet mane, tugging on the strands right at the scalp as you whimpered desperately, incapable of doing much else. Stars lined the corners of your vision as he railed into you at an unforgiving pace. He could see your eyes slipping upwards into your head, your mouth agape in a cry that had rang silent and he could feel your tight cunt pulsate and squeeze around his cock. Taking advantage of your gasping mouth he dove his tongue eagerly, almost chuckling when your vulgar tongue clung to his own wildly. A powerful spurt of liquids seeping down both of your thighs as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. “That’s it, take my fucking cock, you little slut!” He grinned triumphantly at you before burying his face in the crook of your neck, hips faltering as he moaned profusely, his fingers digging profoundly into your hips until they were sure to leave bruises. With a euphoric groan, Paul’s hips faltered substantially before they stilled momentarily and he spilled over the edge and into you, his cool seed filling you up the brim. By now the hot water had begun to falter into lukewarm, trickling into cold territories leaving you trembling tightly against Paul’s equally chilled skin. Your breath came out in erratic pants against his shoulder whilst you rested your face against his neck. You grinned tiredly to yourself, victory had instilled itself into your lap at last! You had officially won.
“Fuck-” Paul panted, one hand blindly fumbling to the right to switch off the freezing water. He still had you plastered to the wall as he slowly pulled his soft cock out of you. A dopey grin laced his mouth as he watched his seed pool out from you, almost creating another bout of lust to radiate through him. Yet as he looked up at your half-lidded eyes, he saw just how fucked out you really were. He sniggered to himself, not bothering with a towel as he carried your limp form out of the bathroom and towards your bed. “Well, aren’t you spent.” He wise-cracked, staring down at your quaking form, his fingers smoothing down your thighs before he flopped into the free space beside you. His wet arms wound themselves around your waist and brought you close to his chest.
“Pff, says the guy who broke my shower door just to get in my pussy,” you taunted with a hint of tiredness in your response, flopping your arm over to slap him on the chest. Your voice crackled huskily into a snigger. Paul chuckled responsively, rolling onto his side and stretching out like a lazy, kingly lion sprawled out beside you comfortably.
“Tease all you want kitten,” he grinned fondly against your neck, nibbling at the deep purple blooms on the expenditure of it, whilst his fingers stroked your raw waist. “I still got what I wanted!”
“Just you wait,” you purred, kissing his grinning lips. “Next time I’m totally gonna beat you again.”
Paul snorted. “Pff yeah right,” he scoffed out a laugh, pulling you on top of him, your naked bodies intertwined perfectly. “Admit it, I totally won that babes.”
“Well then, I guess we’re gonna have to agree to disagree because I won!” You challenged, smiling up at him.
“Oh yeah,” he asked, flipping you on your back. “Well let’s say we have a rematch, huh? Final round, winner takes all!”
You pondered his offer, your pulsing lips still dripping out juices, back still raw from being rammed against the wall. You were exhausted, yet that taunting grin of his had lit up a fire inside you once again. A quick smirk spread across your mouth, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss until he had lowered his body on top of you. Oh yeah, this time you’d totally win.
“Challenge accepted.” you hummed against his mouth invitingly. That was more than enough motivation for Paul to pounce on you. One more round wouldn’t bug the shit out of your neighbors, now would it?
Quick announcement, I am working on a massive NSFW post that should be done some time tomorrow night (hopefully). Trust me, this is gonna be so worth it! Thanks for all your patience, guys!
So my phone let’s me make my own gifs and I just noticed something while watching Lost Boys last night when Max is kicking them out of his store
DAVID IS TRYING NOT TO LAUGH!
Look at that smug little shit trying to stifle a laugh, I’m absolutely dying here! I love that he’s just cracking up like “Uh, yeah, whatever you say Max.”
Hey guys I’m gonna be out and about today but before I go out to town I thought I leave you with some little Laddie Headcanons! A special thank you to my co-writer @imlostinsantacarla!
Laddie Headcanons
Unfortunately, Laddie was a part of a home in which a divorce was in the process of being filed. There was an immense amount of tension in the family dynamic whilst his father and mother sought to gain custody of him individually as they were in the midst of a messy breakup. The young child’s grandparents were aiding his father in filing for custody over him as his mother was hell bent on having sole custody without any visitation rights.
It’s well known that Laddie’s face was on a milk carton in the movie, with the word ‘MISSING’ written above it. This is just primarily speculation, of course. However, why else would two parents who didn’t care about their child put up missing person’s posters everywhere? It’s certainly obvious that his parents were deeply troubled and affected by their son going missing, in conjunction with being apprehensive over his safety as they had no idea where he was.
Whilst his father was attempting to gain custody of him with his grandparents’ help, Laddie’s mother lost him one night whilst on the BoardWalk too busy getting drunk at a bar, which is how and where the boys found him. He was all on his lonesome, wandering the BoardWalk terrified. The sight sincerely pulled on their heart strings. Seeing a little kid lost in the dead of night searching for his mother desperately just did not sit well with them.
Armed with the knowledge that their fellow sister Star was having second thoughts over their lifestyle, David immediately took the initiative to coax Laddie into drinking his blood and turning into one of them. This was not only to provide the child with a home, but also a strategy put in place to keep Star close and have her fully commit to their way of life as vampires. After all, girls love kids, don’t they? Surely her maternal or big sisterly instincts would kick in and provide her with the drive to become a caring figure for the young boy whilst solidifying her place in their group. She’d already agreed to the terms, there was no backing out now!
The other boys come to a conclusion of agreement that this is the best option as they cared about Star immensely, least enough to put up a fight when she was considering leaving, and they could not just let a poor boy stay out on the streets with nothing. There was a high likelihood of him getting kidnapped, murdered or something far, far worse whilst he was out there on his own. So they made the collective decision to take him under their wings and into their home, promising him that he would always remain safe with them.
Graciously, as if it were a match truly made in Heaven, Laddie and Star got on swell. The wee boy clung onto her desperately as she truly did remind him of his own mother and how she once was when she was with his dad. Star also bears a resemblance to his mother physically, ensuring that Laddie would bond with her much easier. The boys could not have been more happier and celebrated their success.
And thus it was settled! The boys took Laddie to the hotel and turned him, buttering him up a little in order over the next several to gain his trust and comfort.
“So, Laddie, you like it here?” David smirked at the young boy sat on the edge of the fountain in the hotel.
“Yeah it’s super cool!” He beamed enthusiastically, dangling his little legs off the edge and swinging them back and forth, they barely even hit the ground.
”Would you stay forever?“ David pressed further, blonde brow quirked up in intrigue.
”Can I?!“ Laddie exclaimed with an enormous grin plastered on his childish countenance.
”Hell yeah little dude! We even have a pretty, cool big sister for you!“ Paul interjected just as happily, patting the tiny guy on the shoulder.
"Really?!”
“Mhm,” Dwayne added, “and you can play every night.”
“And you can eat as much as you want without getting sick, dude!” Marko declared.
“So, Laddie, what do you say?” David asked, head cocked to the side as he watched the little runts eyes float from face to face.
He sits still for a moment… “Hell yeah!”
The guys cheered excitedly, Marko handing David some fancy looking bottle, who in turn passed it to Laddie. “All you gotta do now, is drink this.”
“It smells funny. What is it?”
“Old grape juice.”
All the while, when Laddie is missing, his mother is struck with excruciating bouts of grief and shame, and attempts to get herself into a better space. Overcoming the worry and guilt that she feels over losing her son through alcohol, drugs, whatever it was that had caused her to lose her son on the BoardWalk that night, is an incredible challenge. She felt she had let her son down as well as her previous marriage. It only spurs on Laddie’s father to find him and gain total custody of the boy.
Living with four rambunctious teenage boys is a handful in itself, so it’s not a wonder that Laddie swears like a sailor, a terrible habit he picked up from the boys. Yet his one sister attempted profusely to set a better example for him. David and Paul find it hilarious that Laddie has a filthy potty mouth, whereas Dwayne and Star aren’t a fan of his newfound language.
“Hey, watch your language, bud.” Dwayne states sternly, chocolate orbs glowering into Laddie’s smaller ones.
“Pussy!” Paul bursts out in between a false coughing fit.
Laddie truly adores reading comic books frequently. In fact, the Frog brothers knew Laddie far before they knew the Emerson’s, they just didn’t acknowledge the kid all that much since he was far younger than them. This was especially since they were far too engrossed in blabbering about vampires, their investment in their own stuff made it impossible for them to give an ounce of attention to him. In their eyes he was always just the little twerp that stood on his tiptoes at the counter in their parents store, sprinkling dollar bills on top of a fat stack of mad magazine, Batman, and secretly some horror comics stuffed underneath the other ones he’d picked out.
“ ’Scuse me, can I get these,“ Laddie inquired politely, his eyes peering up at the two brothers behind the counter arguing over what the best way to waste a vampire was.
“Uh, yeah sure kid, whatever.” Alan stated fervently, his eyes still plastered on his brother’s brooding gaze.
Edgar stuffed them into a plastic bag without sparing the kid a glance. “$15.75.”
“Okay.” Laddie stated in defeat before scooting over a wadded up ball of a $20 bill onto the counter before collecting his change and leaving with his head hung low.
Laddie is still a sucker for comics and wants new ones on a constant basis, it’s certainly something that aids him in passing the time at the hotel. Yet Paul’s adamant that he isn’t going to pay those dorks at the comic book store a single cent from his pocket. And David is a master at mental illusions, so there is one hell of a team to concoct a way to steal comic books. Neither Paul nor David feel any shame in it. David will create the illusion that Paul is walking by the store, only to actually be stealing a stack of comics to keep the poor kid happy.
Star and her inability to part with her human nature and high morals, is never too thrilled about the entire ordeal of stealing comics for Laddie. Laddie sees nothing wrong with it and only responds with utter enthusiasm at how awesome Paul is because Paul can do whatever he wants! This leads to Laddie following in the footsteps of the other boys, believing that he can both take and have whatever he wants, whenever he wants it no matter if there’s real life consequences involved because he can use his gifts (with training from David) to acquire all of his desires.
It’s also a common occurrence for Laddie to experience homesickness; after all, he misses his parents dearly because even though they weren’t the most astounding or perfection parents, they were still his parents. When this occurs, he’ll often seek out Dwayne or Star for comfort, sitting beside them, perched into their sides. They will attentively listen to him, reminding him of how much they themselves and the other boys love him and how they aren’t going anywhere. They all will be together forever. They’d even let him know that his parents and grandparents still love him too, even if he has a new family now.
Laddie unfortunately had to learn the hard way not to go to David about this specific predicament, because whenever he did, David would unintentionally guilt trip the kid about missing his parents. It wasn’t something he meant to do, it was just that David had never really had a home or a family that cared about him, his world before being a vampire was a dog eat dog world. You had to fend for yourself and choose your family. Even then he’d seen people get chewed out for trusting the wrong folks. So there’s a huge disconnection between the pair when it comes to familial things.
Whereas Marko and Paul will do things that will take Laddie’s mind right off of the down parts of being a missing child. They’ll happily play with him, get him his favorite food, read comics with him, steal said comics from the comic book store, maybe even let him help them tinker on their bikes, blast some gnarly music, you name it! They’re prepared to go all out in helping him feel happier where he is in the present and understand that he has a place with them.
Now, as for Laddie’s tantrums… well, every child has them. Usually they tend to be pretty humorous to Paul, Marko and David- that is until something happens to their precious stuff. To be fair he is an eight year old boy, of course he wants to mess with Paul’s Walkman or Marko’s bike keys! Paul nearly had an aneurysm when he saw Laddie accidentally ripped his mint condition 1965 Playboy Magazine.
”Dude who the fuck- my fuckin- WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!“
Laddie, who had been a bit spoilt from months of pampering from a group of enabling teenagers, showed minimal signs of remorse. ”They were ugly anyway, she hand on granny panties or something.“
Dwayne had to step in and hold Paul back from wringing the kids neck out like a wet dish towel! ”Dude, Paul he’s a kid"
“I will eat you, you little turd!”
Once again, David cracks up frequently until Laddie begins to delve into his stuff also. It all began when he wanted to go for a ride and David being the more lazy member of the group had turned him down, especially in a much firmer tone the second time around. So what did the little shit do? Hide all of their keys to their bikes.
“Dude, where are my fuckin’ keys,” Paul hissed, digging through the cave like a tornado went through the damn thing.
“Yours too?” Marko exclaimed his question, settling down the couch he had lifted onto the ground. “Mine vanished.”
David chuckled to himself, that was until he patted his pocket where his precious motorcycle keys had suddenly proved to be void of its contents. “Alright which one of you assholes stole my keys?!”
However that confrontation ignited an inferno of a tantrum from the small boy, who was so used to suddenly getting his way and now he was faced with the harsh reality of being told no. The boys should have really thought twice of enabling an eight year old boy! A fit from a kid can get ugly real quick, yet it’s a whole different story when that kid is an emotional half vampire that flips tables and screams at such a volume and octave that glass cracks. Star tends to primarily be a softer disciplinarian, she isn’t fond of the idea of yelling or smacking him, she’s much too gentle for that. Dwayne on the other hand, while preferring to approach things along the placid route, feels that sometimes it’s a necessary evil- while David just straight up thinks that a good smack on the mouth ought to settle him down.
Laddie is a thorn in their asses when he’s bored out of his mind, and the boys learned rather harshly and swiftly that having a little brother was not as fun as the Brady Bunch had it appear. This kid got into all their stuff, no matter how fool proof they made it, the kid always found a way! He would follow them excessively around the cave like a lost puppy, tell them the same story for HOURS on end, ask far too many questions that Marko would just blank the kid out with his music, only for Laddie to talk even louder! It was more than evident that the child had little concern over the fact that they were killers, he’d still happily pester them until they vamped out. In fact, he went out of his way to do that! The crazy little shit…
Laddie would climb on top of one of the many dust caked couches in the hotel right next to where David was reading and peek over his shoulder to get a noseful of whatever he was focused on. “Whatcha reading?” Laddie asked innocently, chin resting on the blonde vampires shoulder.
“….War and peace.” David grumbled irately.
“What’s that? It’s big! It looks boring! Why are the words so tiny? What’s it about? Who’s the hero? Who’s your favorite hero? Mine’s batman! Well, I like Iron Man too but Batman has all the gadgets and stuff, and I like his cape but I guess you don’t need a cape to be cool, but I like the cape anyway- I like Superman’s cuz it’s red, red’s my favorite color. What’s your favorite color? Well I mean red’s super cool- oh but black! Black is really cool, i guess you probably like black too huh? I mean you wear it all the time, but really maybe it’s cuz-” he had blabbered all of that out in one go without so much as a breath in between his sentences! And David selfishly wondered what the repercussions were on if he flew the kid onto a random cliff and left him there for several hours. He knew it probably couldn’t be good, but it was worth a try if he was ever going to catch a break and get this book finished! Not to mention the countless times that Paul’s thrown into the mix of things, David can’t stomach it and leaves the room because he can’t handle two obnoxious chatter boxes all at once. Star yelled at him once for hypnotizing Laddie to fall asleep because he wouldn’t stop talking about Batman and Robin.
It’s obvious that Laddie tends to ride with Dwayne, and it’s because Dwayne is capable of ensuring that Laddie stays in one piece. If the kid had his way and rode with Paul… let’s just say that Laddie would be smeared road kill! And frankly, none of the other vampires trust Paul with the kid. Last time he rode with Paul, he was nearly flung forward when he went off of a steep ramp. Star almost slapped the smirk straight off of Paul’s face! Even Marko thought it was a bad move of Paul’s. So, it was a collective decision - minus Paul’s whining and bitching, in conjunction with Laddie’s pouting - that Laddie rode with Dwayne from now on.
When the boys were killed off one by one, Laddie was the only one who was saddened by this, because he had formed genuine bonds with his older brothers and even though they weren’t perfect, they’d kept their word to him and kept him safe. He was going to miss Paul and Marko playing with him and teaching him cool stuff about bikes and rock n’ roll. He’d even miss David and the way the man got irritated whenever he flitted about him. But the one he was surely going to miss the most was obviously Dwayne. Dwayne was like the older brother that Laddie had dreamed of ever since he was a kid. Dwayne had taken him under his wing and ensured that no one messed with him. He listened to him whenever he was homesick and was always super patient with him and just all around compassionate. Out of all of the boys, Laddie related to him the most. And now he was gone. Though each boy held a special place in his heart. As he left the Emmerson residence, he didn’t have the stomach to look at their dead bodies as he sniffled on his way out, tears streaming down his face. Although they hadn’t been the best to Star and sometimes weren’t the kindest to him, he knew that they had loved the pair of them and deep down, Laddie would always love them.
After the entire ordeal, Laddie decided he’d set foot on finding his parents again and sadly left Star behind. She reminded him a lot of the boys and she would always have a special place in his heart. Before he left he hugged the life out of her, staining her gypsy purple skirt with his tears as he thanked her for loving him and taking such good care of him. He promised her that he’d never forget her and he hoped she never would forget him. Star was heartbroken but also knew that it was best for Laddie to return to his parents and live his life out normally. She hoped he’d grow up to be everything wonderful in life and she assured him that he would remain important and ever present in her gentle heart. A long way down the line they met each other again and embraced like close siblings that hadn’t seen each other in centuries. They were much older now and wiser.
But back to the present, Laddie stumbled upon his mother on the BoardWalk that night, as though it were a miracle. The woman looked strikingly similar to Star, she was the woman that he had remembered from earlier on in his childhood, and he was truly overcome with joy. He got to see his father again which made him happy also. Although his parents couldn’t work things out, they managed to come to a steady agreement that they would have equal joint custody of Laddie, which was something that made things easier on him to adjust back to ordinary life. However, whilst he was missing, his beloved grandparents passed away, never having lost hope in Laddie being alive and returning home someday. Laddie missed them dearly but he adjusted as best as he could to his brand new life. He was never really the same after being with the boys and Star and losing them all, his parents were aware of the change but Laddie never discussed what had happened to him, only responding in vague statements or exclamations.
Somehow though, he found a way to keep in touch with Star, Michael, Lucy, Sam and the Frog brothers. They were all connected through these twisted and sad chain of events, and his bonds with them only deepened as he got older. Even Though they had remained adrift in life, Star, Sam, Lucy and Michael showed up for Laddie’s graduation when he finally got through high school. Even still he remained in Santa Carla up until his graduation dinner out with the Emmersons, Star and even the Frog Brothers had shown up. Wandering for a moment on his own, his pace slowed until he came to a haunting stop.
Just beyond the tilt-a whirl, outside the arcade, he swore, parked on the boardwalk he could see a group of biker boys. As the 80s peeled away into the wild teenage rebellion of the 90s, their styles had altered. A blonde still sported a wild lion’s mane, another had messy curls grown out. The platinum blonde one was the first to alert the other three of Laddie’s gaze. The four grunge rockers sported bizarrely skeletal motorcycles, laughing with each other, now carrying mischievous smiles. Before he could even confirm the haunting visage of said familiar faces they vanished in a flurry of roaring engines. The last to leave looked at him with dark, haunting brown eyes. He could see under the guy’s leather jacket and torn up Nirvana t-shirt jagged scar tissue around each of his limbs faded into bronze skin. They just looked at each other for what felt like a lifetime, and a wave of chills trickled down his back. The raven haired biker smirked at him, no malice in his grin. Only a soft farewell, proud even. And then he was gone. Laddie managed to take a deep breath in, silently turning on his heel to return to Star and Michael at the diner. When he got home he was applying to a few out of city colleges, somewhere away from his past.
Me and one of my tumblr buddies were discussing alternate dimensions, and I said I wish I was in one where the boys were real. She said even if we knew about them, they might just eat us
I HOPE THE FUCK THEY DO, THAT WOULD BE AN AMAZING WAY TO DIE! TAKE ME FANG BABIES! I’M READY!
