#i am also thinking abt straw house straw dog

[crystallineconflict]

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[sameteeth]

NOT to be found family on main BUT pls consider.. lucy adopting/parenting the lost boys after max gets killed

the boys all survive, albiet with injuries that take a while to heal bc they were all injured w Vampire Killing Intent. theyre all laying around in the hotel when lucy marches in, first aid kit in hand and sam being dragged reluctantly w her. micheal tags along too. lucy is horrified at the messy ass cave but doesnt clean bc she knows its not Her Space, its the boys and she respects their privacy/independence.

marko is doing the worst, since the boys could only give him rudimentary first aid before rushing off to attack micheal/the frog bros. he’s feverish and delirious and thinks lucy is his mom. she cradles his cheek and pets his hair as she patches up his chest (marko is trans and lucy is like Hell Yeah Another Trans Son). the stake missed his heart but his lungs are fucked now bc getting stabbed as a vamp is Not Great.

dwayne is next- he’s got a big scar on his back and nerve damage from the electrocution. maybe some cool lightening scars once he heals up. he has more trouble w memory now bc yknow. brain damage. lots of flashing can possibly trigger seizures for him, and he has issues with movement disorder type things- tics, uncontrollable shaking, etc.

paul is just absolutely covered in burns, and his hair is falling out in chunks bc his skin is peeling off. think acid burns? his skin gets a little melty and he’s got some bad scarring, esp in his face once he heals. he takes the longest to heal just because he can’t do much of anything without tearing his skin up bc its super delicate as it grows back. its a very frustrating process. hes normally a cheery dude but he kinda falls into a funk trying to recover.

david is similar to marko in his injuries. he’s got some lung issues afterwards but he mostly heals ok. he’s more guarded around lucy, and he heals quicker bc hes the lead vamp and has been around the longest/is stronger than his brothers.

other than marko who passes out after calling lucy mom and crying a little theyre all REALLY nervous around her, theyre all like dogs baring their teeth when they cant even stand up. but lucy just goes about her business and tries to help them. sam is scared shitless of the vamps but lucy is 100% fearless and has NO issue telling david off for trying to get up when he should be resting. she brings them animal blood (courtesy of the widow johnson) with straws stuck in it like caprisun and sits there holding an actual caprisun and drinking it with them. she plays pauls records when he asks but usually picks stuff she recognizes as opposed to newer music that sam and micheal like. dwayne finds it kinda nice, bc she likes groovier/more chill music rather than super harsh or fast music. micheal apologizes to david and david apologizes (sort of) to micheal. david is a very prideful dude after all, but he does genuinely feel bad for ruining the emerson’s house/lives because his crazy ass “dad” wanted a make-believe family.

and just bc i hate max- he turned david against his will after seeing him as a kid and thinking “hm id love to be a father but alas i am a vampire, guess i will stalk this abused child until he is adult-ish age and take him as my own!”. no one gave a shit when max took david since his family sucked. david was basically an impromptu parent for a ton of neighborhood kids and his siblings bc his parents were shit and didnt care about him- it was more of an image thing anyways. so he has all the Big Brother instincts but was forced to grow up too young and has trouble cutting loose bc of this. (ill get into this in a later post maybe?). anyways max took all the lost boys in against their wills/without their consent, which is why david doesnt ask micheal to join, he just gets him to drink the blood. which i always thought was fucked up anyways. david only knows vampires who were forced to turn (him and all the lost boys).

meanwhile star takes some time to recover away from the boys and regains her humanity a bit- she does love their little family, cobbled together out of a lot of desperation and a lot of love, but she needs some time away to think things over now that she knows it wasnt david who was holding her there, it was max. laddie is super worried about his big bros and goes completely nonverbal (normally he is semiverbal). star is worried about him and convinces lucy to take him to see the boys after the more gorey wounds have healed, bc although laddie has Seen Some Shit he is also a Literal Child and doesn’t deserve to be exposed to that. and now that he has a Genuine Adult who isnt a weird vampire looking after him, lucy can make sure he gets looked after and treated like a child. bc although the lost boys did their best, none of them are really Parents.

lucy backs off once the boys are more healed, but they end up spending a lot of time at the emerson’s anyways!! they help rebuild the house and clean up, since the plumbing got fuckin destroyed and the house is kind of missing a wall. grandpa is annoyed abt it but he puts the boys to work(at night ofc), since he’s crotchety but he’s also noticed that the missing/murdered people usually arent good people. paul loves to bake with lucy and dwayne loves to cook/try new recipes for people who will appreciate a fancy meal (hes secretly grandpas fav for the food only). paul also loves to bond w lucy over music and actually gets on well with sam- he’s got a slacker middle child vibe that sam warms up to eventually and they become super tight! marko and sam have a youngest-sibling rivalry (kind of) but it eventually fades from constant bickering into them tag-teaming whining at david or micheal or dwayne for whatever they want this time. micheal and dwayne vibe really well bc dwayne likes to spend quality time w people by sitting with them in silence, doing their own thing, and micheal enjoys just vibing w people since sam is loud and his mom always anxiously fills silence w chatter. nothing against her, but sometimes its a lot for micheal, so he enjoys just sitting with dwayne in silence for hours at a time.

marko realizes maybe 2 months after they recover that he called lucy mom and avoids the house for like a week out of embarrassment, but lucy just smiles and calls him her crafty animal son and pats his stupid mullet. he loves to bring her animals, especially birds since she has some experience keeping birds. they dont keep the wild animals but lucy does notice that more wildlife seems to come around the house now that the lost boys are visiting. sam and david have the funniest relationship bc sam is like “fuck you i fucking hate you” and david is like “my friends little brother foams like a rabid chihuahua when i come over pls help”. sam wont be rude to david bc lucy said be nice but he will also not Interact Unless Necessary so like. david will be like “hey! champ..! how was... school!” bc hes trying to be fucking nice but he hasnt interacted with childrne other than laddie in Years and sam will be like “good.” and they just fucking stare at each other while dwayne does ollies in the background until marko and paul roll in with scissors and bleach like “WHO WANTS A MAKEOVER MICHEAL ALREADY GOT ONE” and micheal is chasing them with tinfoil in his hair with a stuffed woodchuck in his hands ready to murder

[skeletonwoman]

1. A Christmas Argument

day one. phew. written like the day before i’m supposed to post it. with 0 others finished. i’m ready 3 die/ also this is abt stiles

“Pack it up, pack it in,” you rap, your imitation of the accent awful enough that the supernatural humans loading up the van are ready to rip their hair out. “Let me begin.”

“This really is a House of Pain,” Stiles surmises, his expression thoroughly disgusted as he watches you bounce from foot to foot and sing.

“Say it louder for the people in the back,” Malia murmurs before turning to him properly. “Truly, say it louder.”

He hesitates before turning to you. “This really is a House of Pain!”

The words are shouted, despite the four feet between the two of you and you freeze. Turning slowly, you stare at Stiles, silent.

The pack has come to a standstill somewhere between his shout and your blank look.

“Have a holly jolly Christmas!” You shout, the words barely carrying a tune and the group collectively winces and scowls at Stiles. You watch his cheeks flush. Get wrekt. “It’s the best time of the year. Now, I don’t know if there’ll be snow, but have a cup of cheer.”

“Great work, asshole,” Malia snaps and Stiles gapes, arms waving where his voice can’t quite speak.

“Who wants to ride with me?” You chirp, your voice sweet and quiet while you pause the song. It’s rude that they’re exchanging glances between one another but they do think you’re particularly dim.

“I will,” Lydia says, the words ripe with pity and infuriated disappointment.

“Me too,” Theo says after a long moment and a long glare at the group in general.

“I will as well,” Liam says, the words ripped from his lips and you keep your face even.

“That’ll be plenty, right? The rest of us can fit in the other car?” Scott announces the words, less of a question than a plea.

“Yeah, you’ll be fine,” you say, smiling. They won’t be fine, it’ll be a tough fit but they’ll somehow manage. Not your problem. “My group best set out then, hey? We don’t need to pack anything else up now.”

“No, we’re good.” Lydia sighs then crosses to your car and clambers into the drivers seat. Just as well. You can’t conduct your games from the controls.

“Ah but can dogs have chocolate?” You tease the two boys in the backseat, your voice coy and Theo groans.

“We aren’t dogs, we’re wolves,” Liam says, scowling but for the laughing crinkles around his eyes.

“Maybe just us humans should eat them, you know, for safety,” you add, offering Lydia a chocolate.

“A kiss from Y/N! My dream come true.” You laugh at her teasing before taking back the chocolate she’s struggling to unwrap. Opening it, you hold it before her mouth and snort at the image when she takes it.

“Reminds me of that post.”

“The one about the popcorn?”

“Where you’re the wild horse and the girl gently trying to feed it?” Liam crows from the backseat and you cackle with the group.

“Yes, exactly!”

Throwing back a couple bags of the candy you’d hidden in the car long before the singing and the deciding of who’s riding with who. You knew you’d be bribing your car-mates. Then, at the end of the trip the group would want to ride with you but also know you were out of treats so they’d hold back. Then you’d get the rest in the car and bring out the second stash of treats and surprise them all.

“No texting the others about all this fun and snacks, okay? We can’t put that on top of their already cramped quarters.” The words are an order and the two in the back nod sagely. “Any music requests?”

“Christmas songs…” Lydia says shyly and you gasp, beaming at her. “They’re… One of the best things about Christmas.”

You laugh as the rest of the group hurriedly extricates themselves from the cramped van. Under the arm of Theo, you beam as Stiles trips and smacks his head against the car door.

“You guys have a good time? I had a great time, Y/N brought snacks.” Liam grins cheerily and holds up a mostly eaten bag of skittles. You slurp your candy cane and try not to look too satisfied.

“It was fine,” Scott says before beginning directions for unloading the cars. Having already raced into the cabin space you’d picked your room. Or the room you’d be sharing with someone else. Lydia had the only room with one single bed so you assumed Malia would end up with you.

You’re smiling as you watch the group pick up their bags- bags you and your car companions already dealt with so you don’t need to help.

“Malia and I are going to share one of the double beds.” The pronouncement only surprises your group- Liam, Theo and Malia and you.

“Because we are a couple,” Malia adds and you frown but nod. That is true.

“Who am I sharing a room with then?” You whisper to Lydia who stands beside you and you hear a soft chuckle from Theo.

“Guess,” he murmurs and you feel your delicate sensibilities begin to fray. Literally already.

Stiles glares at you over the rim of his hot chocolate. You poke your tongue out at him. He scoffs loudly. You roll your eyes. He mouths something like yeah whatever or oh right. You snort and look away. He growls softly. You stick your nose in the air.

“You’re the worst!” He shouts and you whip around, nearly flinging the candy can in your hand at his head.

“Your attitude is the worst!” You shout back and the group sighs.

“You think you’re so-”

“Stop,” you snap savagely, gritting your teeth before rising. With as much dignity as you can muster, you lean down and press a kiss to Lydias cheek. “I am going to bed, I clearly need some rest and I want to be asleep before he gets in there.”

“Sleep well,” is the resounding chorus and you sigh, waving them off and avoiding Stiles’ eyes.

First, he practically slams the door. Then, he proceeds to throw his clothes about the room willy nilly and loud as he can- muttering and grunting. Then, he throws back the covers and leaps onto his bed so it creaks and groans.

And for the next five minutes proceeds to mutter and roll and twist and turn and flip himself right off the last straw and into a pool of your rage.

“Would you shut up?”

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He says and you can tell he was doing it on purpose.

“You were waiting for me to say something.” You snarl the words and he laughs, rolling over to face you with a big grin.

“You’re ridiculous, I wanted to prove it.”

“You’re a dick, and you prove it yourself every time you open your mouth.”

“Oooh, a little testy?”

“You have little testes.”

“You don’t know about my testes,” he says, his smile even wider than before.

“And I never want to, filthy.”

“You want to, you’re so in love with me that I make your emotions run wild. You’re like a little boy tugging on my pigtails.”

“You’re the little boy tugging in my pigtails! Always making snide remarks.”

“Well, I never. I’ve never been snide in my life.”

“Oh, screw you.”

“This here bed isn’t big enough for the both of us,” he says and you grit your teeth. This whisper argument isn’t going anywhere and you’re likely to leap over and smack him in the head in a minute.

“I’m going to sleep,” you declare, punctuating it by rolling away to face the wall.

“You can sleep but you can’t hide, you’re a big faker, constantly-”

Leaping up, you dive for him, hands extended like claws- only to end up rolled under him with his lips pressed firmly to yours.

Pulling back centimetres, his lips brush yours when he speaks.

“That was a surprise, wasn’t it?”

“It’s a Christmas miracle,” you snap snidely, “were you baiting me into climbing into your bed?”

You want to be very, very angry. You’re angry. But you want to be angrier. In truth, you’re angry and very in the mood for kissing the biggest donk head you know. So you want to be angrier. Since why would you want to kiss Stiles.

“Yes,” he says without preamble then presses another slow kiss to your lips. “I’ve-” kiss “been” kiss “waiting” kiss ”to” kiss “you” kiss.

“This is an incredibly inefficient way to speak,” you mumble and he laughs, his head ducking against your neck and the familiarity makes your toes curl.

“Now I have to start over,” he murmurs before his lips press to yours. Your fingers trace up his shoulders and as he’s about to pull away, your tongue slides over his lower lip and suddenly you’re making out.

And he doesn’t stop.

Not for a very long time.

cmon ella, u can do it!!