Hey there @blueberrypancakesworld I got a request for you! It’s about the boys and Michael mainly David and Michael having a fight and being very loud which Lucy overheard this and is 100% done with it so she pulls a shotgun and shoots it to the sky above them, tells Michael and David to come over to her and then grabs their ears and twisted them and in a very calm tone of voice she threatens them to stop fighting and saids that “if I wanted to shoot you two I would have done so!” And walk away from them leaving Paul and Marko hugging each other out of fear, Dwayne being in shock realizing that she was very serious about shooting them and David and Michael agreeing to never fight never again! 
Silent evening
warning : use of a gun, implied use of weed and alcohol
info : So after months (sorry for the wait) the cute idea is finally finished and Lucy is just a power woman. I hope you like it and have fun reading :)
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Loud noises could be heard in the house of the family who not only had to share it as humans but also with the vampires who had taken up residence in the dark attic to be closer to their new friends, family and loved ones.
But it was in this very house that a scene of loud noise was playing out, threatening to jolt Grandfather out of his sleep, which for once had not been led here by Grass and Whsikey.
A fact that reassured his daughter Lucy, who merely placed her hand lightly on her old father's upper body and looked outside with a warning glance.
The sun had already set and she knew that the boys wanted to go out to the beach with Michael without the motorcycles flying, but her son wanted to take the safe route so as not to attract any more attention from outside.
The police already had enough to do with the kids turning up on the beach, so they didn't need another reason. But when she heard the shouting from outside again, the mother of the two boys had had enough.
She told her youngest to go to bed with Star and Laddie, trusting that the two of them would pass the time with him easily. She had taken them both into her heart, a daughter she didn't have and a shy but very loving little boy.
But at some point, she had reached her limits and she stroked her father's head once more before she went to the wall and took the doorbell from the wall to open the door as quietly as possible in contrast to the loud shouting and went into the garden. She saw exactly how Dwayne stood leaning against a tree watching the whole thing.
Marko and Paul held on to each other so as not to fall over with laughter, imitating their two friends over and over again, while David flew around willy-nilly and had one or two bitten cigarettes lying on the floor with rage.
Her son Michael, on the other hand, looked as if he would explode and strike any second. But the screaming and shouting only got louder and Lucy had had enough. Grasping the trigger of the gun, she aimed it over their heads and pulled the trigger.
A shot that was loud, louder than the screaming and a shot that made everyone outside flinch on this early evening. ,,Come here," she said sharply and gave her son and his friend a warning look. Michael almost ran to her while David threw away his cigarette again and landed in front of her.
They both looked like two little boys who had broken a vase again, but they had to. Letting them wait a moment, she grabbed one of their ears and twisted and pulled it, hearing the sounds of pain before pulling them closer.
,,If I wanted to shoot you two I would have done so!" she shouted louder than either of them ever could before leaving her charges in the garden, knowing that she first needed a soothing cup of tea and an even more soothing book with Max on the sofa.
Dwayne had hidden behind the tree, Marko and Paul had stopped laughing as they clung to each other. ,,Shall we… well, just stay here and play a game?" Michael asked the group and he had never heard such a quick ,,Yes" before the group of boys went into the room and spent the night playing Ludo and Uno. A quiet night in which Lucy finally had her rest and Grandpa could sleep peacefully.
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Really sad with the way Max has been misinterpreted for forever really…. Like yall really saw this dorky video shop owner and were like “evil” the older I get the more I understand him and he’s actually so funny it makes it even sadder how the fandom interprets him.
He’s trying to turn Lucy the good old fashioned charmer way. He’s taking her on nice dates and slowly trying to broach the topic - playing the long game etc.
But you see— his boys, who have decided they’re a gang about 30 years ago and who he couldn’t control for 70 said noooooo and just had to terrorize her son and try to go about it too fast.
He’s not even particularly mad by the end he’s just
“Damn I forgot they get like this… my bad looks like we’re going to have to go the traumatic route, whoopsies✨✨”
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My hot take of the day is that although Max is the mastermind of what happened in The Lost Boys, he isn’t some abusive figure who manipulates, abuses and brainwashes the boys like the fandom thinks he is and that the boys are just innocent pawns who don’t know any better and are forced to partake in his plan. I think people came to that conclusion just because he told them they’re not allowed in the store and was mean about it but people fail to realize that
1. The boys bring unwanted attention and Max’s entire thing is that he wants to be perceived as a normal person and not have his cover blown
2. If you were a parent and your bad ass kids who constantly cause trouble came to your job you’d tell them to leave too
My main point is that The Boys are assholes, Max is an asshole, they’re all assholes and it’s fine. You don’t have to turn the boys into brainless little abused puppets who are being mind controlled, abused and manipulated by Max to try to justify what they did. Like I’m pretty sure when they weren’t ordered by Max to kill all those people they killed before meeting the Emersons, like the security guard or when David wanted Star to kill Michael (before it was known that she was the son of the woman Max wanted to be their mother), or Michael’s hazing ritual in general.
Like no one’s going to fault you for loving them as the assholes that they are. You don’t have to turn them into “uwu poor wittle babies” , it’s okay to love them as assholes.
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I got to thinking about Lucy as TLB mom and dhchfjgjf
Lucy: I don't care who bit who first, you guys have got to stop biting each other!
**Marko, with his maw over Paul's hand like a snake. Paul gnawing on Marko's forearm. David biting Dwaynes leg, Dwayne biting David's ass** : 👀 🧛♂️🧛♂️🧛♂️🧛♂️
Lucy: Guys, no Weed until you finish your dinner
TLB: Aww 🥺
Some guy they duct taped to a dining room chair: wait what?
Lucy: David, you have got to start taking off your dirty boots before you get into this house 🤦♀️
David: Lucy, I am 4x your age, you don't get to tell me what to do...
Lucy: ...David, you will stop tracking mud into this house, or I will rain down a hellfire upon you that you cannot begin to fathom.
David: 😶
Michael and Sam: David, shes seriou-
David: gtg
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Homes and hotels
He had nightmares about that night. He heard the screams of his brother still, and the angry growls of the vampires. He still had nightmares about the what ifs. He and his friends could have been killed, or maybe if they had been lucky, they could have managed to kill all the vampires. Maybe they could all have survived, on the condition that they had to be turned into a vampire as well. But none of that happened. No one died. Well, except for Max, that is. But still, as he thought about it, it could have been a lot worse.
He was okay. Mom was okay, even if she was still recovering from a nasty break up with the head vampire. His Grandpa was okay, still happily going out with the widow. And Michael was okay. His relationship with Star had watered a little after the whole affair, but things were looking up for them.
Yeah, Sam sighed as he got out of the bathroom. Things could have been way worse. Max was dead, Michael was human again. Things were almost like before. Almost, because now they sometimes had random immortal visitors bugging them. Lucy didn't mind. She had come to like the boys and adored doting on them. Michael didn't mind, beginning to see them as friends. Sam, however, did mind. He didn't like vampires before, and he definitely didn't like them now.
This morning, he didn't think about vampires, however. He thought about how he finally had gotten access to a TV and that he was home alone this very morning. Mom had worked a lot, and since Sam had helped rebuild the house, she had decided that this was a proper - yet expensive - thank you for all the work he had done. So, Sam got dressed, styled his hair, sprayed on some hairspray, and practically jumped down the stairs, happy to finally enjoy the wonderful world of MTV once again.
He ran into the kitchen. He quickly grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal, and quickly splashed some milk on top of it. He searched for a spoon, but when he couldn't find any, he settled for a fork. He ran to the couch, jumping over the back and landed-
"What the hell man?!"
Sam jumped up, dropping his cereal. The couch wasn't empty. Instead, a very grouchy, very tired, very familiar vampire lay on the couch.
"You?! What are you doing here?" Sam demanded, grabbing his fork of the ground, pointing it at the vampire.
"Sleeping?" Paul said sheepishly, chuckling at the fork Sam was holding. "You know that won't work right?"
"Shut up, I still got the stakes in my room!"
"Good for you kid."
"Why are you here?" Sam demanded.
"Like I said, I was sleeping!"
"This ain't a hotel, bud! Get back to the cave!"
"I can't." Paul shrugged.
"Why not? Are they mad at you?"
Paul chuckled. "No?"
"Then why don't you go? This isn't even your house? Come on, man, a couple of weeks ago you were ready and happy to kill me!"
"People change?"
"Yeah, right," Sam sighed, cleaning up the spilt cereal. As he cleaned the final bit of milk of the ground he shook his head when he saw Paul rolling a joint. "Absolutely not."
He quickly grabbed it, throwing it out with the cereal - causing Paul to whine.
"Not fair! That shit is expensive!"
"Yeah, well, we don't smoke here."
"Fine," Paul sighed, getting ready to roll another one. He was about to light it when Sam turned around, ready to grab it once again.
"No smoking! If you want to smoke you go outside!"
"I can't!"
Sam stopped, realising that Paul was right. The sun was up.
"Well, the least you can do is move so I can watch some tee-"
Sam sighed, realising that the loud snores were not faked. The vampire had fallen asleep again
"He's bloody impossible," mumbled Sam as he made sure all of the curtains were closed. "Rude ass vampire. Yeah, join a gang, Mike! It will be fun!" He sat down on the couch, folding Paul up so his spot was free. Paul's head lay not at his feet, but he just continued sleeping.
"Not like all of those weird undead friends of yours will use our house as a hotel when they bloody live in one!" Sam continued as he reached for the remote controller, turning the TV on.
"Your couch is better!" Paul mumbled.
"Go back to sleep."
"I thought you wanted me to go?" Paul moved to sit more comfortably.
Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. "Why, why am I the one with a family that walks right into the arms of a bunch of vampires?"
"Cause your tasty?"
"What?!" Sam shrieked, jumping off the couch, causing Paul to burst out in laughter.
"Nothing."
"I remind you, I still have those stakes!"
Sam sighed as he realised Paul had once again fallen asleep. As he finally turned the telly on, turning the channel to mtv, he noticed an empty bottle of liquor laying next to the couch.
"Great." He mumbled. "With my luck, I'll be dealing with a hungover vampire later."
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