#the lost boys thorn

[17-08-66]

After max died (AND THE BOYS LIVED!) they adopted thorn and Marko taught him how to sew.

[takabinaryy]

Shopping

idea by me Caregivers- David , Paul , and Dwayne Flip- Marko Little- Michael their little ages- Marko is 4-5 while Michael is around 3-5 Yes the four vampires are still vampires while Michael is human Michael is 5'6 in this because I said so. Marko is a flip which is between being a Caregiver and Little , Incase some people don't know what a flip is in littlespace. if there's a different word for being both a little and caregiver don't be afraid to to tell me so! )

" Milk , grapes , crackers, chicken star shaped nuggets, yogurt, gold fish crackers, more beach Towels?"

David stopped reading off of the grocery list , only to turn his head to Marko and question the curly haired blonde. Just as the bleach blonde continues to push the cart down the pasta/sauces/spices aisle. Their little human Michael was on Dwayne's hip pointing at all the different pastas. While Paul was trying to convince the taller man that the angel hair pasta is the best. Michael was in his own little world not really listening to what was being said. Marko just gives David a playful smile and gets in front of the cart , stopping the other's pushing of said cart all together. Which makes David huff in annoyance at the other hyperactive blonde.

"We need more towels because we need them for the beach obviously. And your supposed to be the smart one"

" Mar watch your mouth. And we already have beach towels at him. I made the list for food not towels or any other objects"

" Yeah I know , However we need the towels so we can make a huge square on the sand. See it's smart so the carbs can't get us! "

David swears he's getting a headache by now even Dwayne rolls his eyes hearing the two talking about stupid towels. He hicks their little human up on his hip more holding him close. And just shakes his head at them , especially when they all know Marko is going to end up , getting said things at the end of their shopping trip . Paul who can of course hear them to , the second blonde looks over at them and just flat out laughs , honestly he's already getting the feeling that Marko is little right. The laugher slightly startles Michael a tiny bit snapping him out of his thoughts. Said laughing vampire just ruffles his hair as a sorry and walks over to David's side and shakes his head with a smile on his face.

"Now davey just let him get the towels , he's just going to annoy you more if you don't. Especially when you are really easy to annoy."

The bleached blonde just rolls his eyes and puts a few boxes of Kraft Mac & cheese in the cart and huffs out of annoyance. And walks further down more growling low at Paul , which makes the other laugh again. They all know David wouldn't hurt any of them , just like they wouldn't hurt each other. But yeah the wannabe "spike" was definitely getting a headache now, David turned his head to Marko who was walking along side him , next to the cart. Yeah he doesn't feel like being annoyed way more than usual during this whole shopping trip of theirs. Said switch grins like he's won a new prize at one of the dart games they have on the boardwalk at night sometimes. Now Marko being Marko keeps his grim up knowing full well that the other male has given up.

"So?"

"Yes idiot you can get them. Just don't get the whole damn shelf! "

And just like that Marko sprits down the aisle into , different ones looking for those stupid towels he so "definitely" needed to have. Yeah Paul is definitely the one who can go rangel him because David is so done with him and this shopping trip. Dwayne comes over setting down few cups of teriyaki noodle cups in the cart. Along with a few cans of star noodles Campbell's chicken soup because both Marko and Michael like it. And the angel hair pasta that Paul had originally wanted and bragged about oh don't think David didn't see that smug. Look on Dwayne's stupid face from watching Marko's little win. After a couple minutes Paul goes after thier second little to make sure he isn't causing any trouble or anything like that , Dwayne hums before he speaks once more.

" And yet you've known him longer than any of us have, you'd think you would have been unfazed with him always trying to anny you , amor. "

"Oh please shut it tall ass"

"You wouldn't like it if I did , you'd miss my talking more than you like hearing the other two speak. "

"Well Dwayne , if he's trying to annoy me out of all of us. I believe Mar is four if he thinks the crabs won't get him , if there's a towel laying there."

"Pff oh love you know he's going to get frustrated with the crabs, we all kno-"

"Crabbies! "

David looks at their human and can't help but smile, see this is why Dwayne had him for for today, he was told that Michael can have a few options before they started their shopping. One let of his daddies either carry him or hold his hand. Two sit in the cart as they walk around. Of course Mickey immediately made grabby hands at his bubby. Said Bubby just kisses his head with amusement written all over his face.

" yes moondust we'll be seeing lots of crabs next week, seeing how much your brother is obsessed with them not getting him"

" Come on let's go find our idiots David. "

Once the group was back together, towels in the cart and the rest of the shopping list items also in said cart. And of course Marko and Michael got one new stuffie each from Paul. Getting an eye roll from David and a dramatic laugh from Dwayne of course , said man helped the other put everything away in the car as Paul got the other two in the car. Instead of heading back to the cave they used to live in. Dwayne drives back to Max's old house, they basically took it as thier own when that jackass died. And Michael's mom , brother and grandpa had actually moved to Brooklyn New York for a fresh start. Lucy had of course had a conversation with vampires before they had left. Mostly aout keeping her son safe already knowing that her oldest belonged here with his boyfriends, of course they still keep in touch with each other.

After the car is parked in the driveway and said car is turned off. Both males in the front seats turn their heads to the back , now seeing Paul gently unbuckle Micheal and carry him out. Not before nodding his head to the other sleeping little in the car.

" One of ya gonna get Mar? Ya know he likes nappin with moondust here"

" Yeah , yeah I've got him"

David tells him as he gets out and opens the door to Marko's side , and just as Paul did carefully getting their little menace out. Following the other Caregiver inside the house, they both take the boy's shoes and jackets off before laying the two in bed with the new stuffies. Once both men make sure the babies are content in dreamland , both blondes head back outside to help their tall boyfriend with the groceries that are in the trunk.

[midnight-in-santa-carla]

My time has been a little short this month, so I’ve been finding studies a lot easier to dip in and out of when I’ve got a spare moment. Hopefully you like these from the video store scene - Max was actually really fun to draw, as was Thorn ☺️

Are there any other Lost Boys scenes you’d like to see studies from? Or maybe a different Kiefer character - Nelson (Flatliners), Ace (Stand By Me), or Doc (Young Guns)?

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[acutemushroom]

A thing I really love about Lost Boys lore is how hellhhounds aren't vampire ennemies but their protector. I was born in the 2000s, as such, I grew up with vampire medias from the 2010s where werewolf (and canine in generals) are their ennemies.

So, to me, it felt fresh. Seeing dogs being guardians to their vampire felt like a very fresh and novel concept in the genre to me (despite the movie being from '87 ^^').

Though, it makes me wonder... who is the lost boys's guardian ? Micheal and Sam have Nanook, Max has Thorn and them... ? Is it Thorn too and it's just the equivalent of teenagers sleeping anywhere but at their house ? Or is there a chihuahua or something hiding in their lair who really failed at its job since Marko died ?

[nemobeatrice]

TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT | DAY 4: Classic Horror (Pre-2000s) From top left to bottom right: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), Halloween (1978), Hellraiser (1987), The Omen (1976), The Lost Boys (1987), Beetlejuice (1988), Alien (1979), and Dracula (1931)

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

☆ll Day three of my lost boys head-canons ll☆

(Fair warning they're random & not in order)

Laddie & Star

• Star’s a run away

• she started out in some big city with her parents and 3 sisters and a little brother

• she’s the middle child, the one who doesn’t fit in with everyone and the one who never seemed to impress her parents enough

• she waited for the last day of junior year, got on a bus and went as far as her pocket money would take it

• she ran out by the time she was in Santa Carla

• her legal name isn’t Star either, it’s Ramona

• the boys getting laddie was an accident

• laddie was wandering around the board walk and got hurt, one drunk surf nazi + a switchblade= disaster

• anyways Paul came across him and panicked, he eats people sure but this is a little kid, he doesn’t want a little kid to die, so he gives him some blood

• none of the other boys were pleased a about having a 11 year old, they saw star on the board walk by herself every night for a week and basically used laddie as bait to get him a babysitter

• she actually didn’t mind it too much till she realized she had to kill people

• after the movies a few things happened

• star and Micheal took laddie home, a little house not far off from the Emerson’s

• his parents were worried sick

• after a long explanation (one that definitely was not the truth) they eventually let Star stay with them

• Laddie also makes Micheal go back into the vampire cave to get his teddy bear

•this one’s a little more far fetched but after everything happened they realized that Thorn was still at Max’s house

• no one else wanted him and laddie begged

• laddie gets him a nice collar and teaches him tricks

• for the next year or so laddie just fallows Micheal and star around constantly

• when Micheal and star move out he moves on to tagging along with the Frogs and Sam

• he becomes an honorary member of the awesome monster bashers

• laddie also has to get braces when he’s like 14 (call back to the original script <3)

• star calls him almost every week once she’s moved out, he tells her about his school day and how everyone’s doing

Ignore that this is 3 days late I forgor

[kymera220]

Watching Lost Boys for the fifty millionth time and I just now wondered, after Max and the boys were killed what the heck happened to Thorn?

[17-08-66]

[tomesntreasures]

Greetings, Bibliophiles!

Greetings fellow book lovers! My name is Deanna and I decided to create this page so I can share my love of books and fully immerse myself in the book reading community.

I have always loved to read. As a kid, I spent lots of time zipping through books like Wild Magic and Stephen King's The Eye of the Dragon. The time I have spent with books over the years has definitely made an impact on me as an individual. While I lost interest in reading for probably 20+ years, I have recently found my love of reading again and have no intentions of holding back!

I am a wife and mother of 2 and currently work in a hospital as a med/surg secretary. While I am not a fast reader I find that I have a lot of time on my hands throughout the day so I manage to consume quite a bit of content. I am a little OCD and have a bad habit of obsessing over the things I enjoy. You'll see as time goes on how this comes into play.

But for now, I thought my first blog should be a "getting to know you" post so you can learn a little more about me!

1) Favorite book of all time

My favorite book of all time (at present) is A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas. While I do have several other books that are on par or even rated higher, this is the one that I think back on often and still swoon over.

2) Favorite book five years ago

My favorite book from five or more years ago would probably be Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynn Jones. This book was beautifully whimsical and so very different from the movie that first piqued my interest. The content left out by the movie was some of my favorites from the gifts given to the journey undergone.

3) Favorite Duology/Trilogy/Series

My favorite series to date is probably The Boys of Chapel Crest by K G Reuss. This is a Dark Bully Asylum Romance and it captivated me. The pain the characters go through and the unification between them is heart wrenching. While I haven't yet finished this series, I have one more book that I'm holding off on until the last two books come out so I'm not trapped on a cliffhanger.

4) Last book you read

The last book I read was The Ever Queen by L J Andrews. I was initially hesitant about this series after starting the first book. The writing is a little foreign to me based solely on the accents and terminology used but the characters. But that's to be expected since it's Vikings and Pirates in the same setting.

5) Last book of poetry you read

Ummm... maybe Edgar Allen Poe's collective works? I'm not much of a poetry or classics reader. I like my fantasy and contemporary romances.

6) What book most influenced your life

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas. This book renewed my love of reading to the point of obsession. I couldn't be more grateful to her and to this book. I had been struggling with my OCD the past several years as well as using the friends I had RPd with and this book fell into my lap when I needed an outlet most.

7) Book that made you ugly cry

When Lies Unfold by R C Boldt made me sob. The ending. That’s all I will say.  

8) Book that made you laugh

Oh gosh, definitely Lights Out by Navessa Allen. I listened to this one on Audiobook and it was well worth it. Josh was so funny, I couldn't get over how goofy and adorable of a golden retriever he was.

9) Character you’d like to be for a day

Honestly, probably Wendy Darling from the Lost Girl series by T A Lawrence. While she goes through a great deal, I love the idea of being a mother to all those boys. To being the light in their darkness to give them something better to work towards. Even Hook. I just loved this series (can't hurt me with a good retelling).

10) Book so good you dreamt about it

I can't say I've dreamt about any of my books recently. And anything older than this past year I wouldn't be able to say as it's been so long. But there are several that I think about regularly:

A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas

Phantasma by Kaylie Smith

The Boys of Chapel Crest series by K G Reuss

When Lies Unfold by R C Boldt

Lights Out by Navessa Allen

The Empyrean series by Rebecca Yarros

11) Book you DNF

Ugh, I hate thinking about this. I've DNF'd two in the past year. Thankfully they're few and far between but the one that makes me angry at myself is Ours by A K Rose. I ordered the special editions of this complete 9 book series. I adored the first book. The second book I struggled through with the characters making some really stupid decisions and withholding information just for plot purposes. But I powered through! The third book, however, those same miscommunications and stupid decisions persisted and I could not get past chapter 5. I don't know if the rest of the series is any better but I'm still fuming that I spent so much money on a series that I DNF'd by the 3rd book. I have been rethinking my habits of buying series all in one go ever since.

12) Name a book you are excited to read

I am very excited to pick up Fairydale by Veronica Lancet. I've seen snippits about this book and everyone who talks about it is raving. It's definitely on my list to pick up next weekend when I go to the book store. If they don't have it I'll pick it up online. I want to read it that badly!

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I hope that you were able to learn a little bit more about me! I cannot wait to begin writing blogs and posting book reviews! Do not hesitate to give me book recommendations!

[themarginalthinker]

That Boy Ain't Right: Lost Boys edition:

-David has control issues. David needs to be either in control of his environment, or in control of himself and the people directly around him, which he's managed so far thanks to the Boys being willing to let him be the default leader of their pack. David is a good leader, mind you, but the stress of being one under the pressures of his environment (ie, Max's abuse and control, the Santa Carla territory being a place he doesn't really like, Max holding Michael and Thorn above his head) does get to him, meaning he wants to exert more control to feel safer, and it leads to things like what happened with bringing Michael to a feast hunt, scaring him off. Bad decisions made in desperation to regain lost control.

-Dwayne has codependency issues. Dwayne needs to feel useful and like he's helping, but moreover, he can't function well outside of a group. He doesnt show it outwardly, but he has a hard time without someone beside him to vet or vindicate his movements and ideas. Dwayne was the first in the pack to gain his mate, Thorn, and thus the pair didn't have any other examples of a healthier pairing. Combining that with the fact Dwayne's very introverted, his animal communication abilities, and Thorn's dog form, you have the ingredients for a really, really codependent relationship, that when torn apart by Max, sends Dwayne into an absolute spiral without that constant person at his shoulder to 'allow' or 'disallow' his actions and thoughts.

-Paul. Oh boysie, Paul. Where to even start. First off, it's funny to joke that he's a party boy with an endless supply of whatever gets you high (and yes, that includes a Lot of harder substances) but his substance use is abuse, with no alternatives to help cope with his sensory and psychological issues. Not like he can get a steady prescription of anti anxiety or antidepressants that will work, given the nature of their vampiric bodies. Paul is a man of very high peaks, and very low valleys, with little in between. The movie is mostly depicting him in a manic streak that can last for months, especially in the busy, active time of year for the Boardwalk, but he will drop, and drop like a brick through deep water once it's over. Paul also cannot stand something being in a grey area, meaning he also tends to see the world in blacks and whites. Something that feels good is something he wants to have always, and the moment it stops feeling good, he will do anything in his power to get it out of his sense range or just straight up destroy it.

-Marko. Ironically, for all that the fandom (and my writing partner and I!) headcanon Marko as being possibly the most outwardly aggressive member of the pack, Marko is actually not the one you may be in the most danger around. Marko came from, aside from Michael, the stablest home life of any of the Boys. His parents loved him a lot, he was an only child, and they didn't have many financial or emotional problems. Marko's issues lie more in things the world outside has done to him. A child of first generation immigrants, gay in the 70s and 80s, and it's a small (ha) thing, but Marko knows that he doesn't cut a very imposing figure. Marko has learned that the best offense is a good defense. He goes for the throat before the other person can even think about baring their fangs, so to speak. This unfortunately has led him to the restrictive view of himself as a weapon and incapable of real gentleness anymore.

[enquiringangel]

An update to my silly ‘the Lost Boys torment Max’ fic

[tiny-space-platypus]

A King and a Prince

Danny screamed.

He screamed and screamed, using his ghostly wail until his voice shattered and his throat was raw with the echoes of his own agony. He wailed even after the battle was won. After the last of the GIW had fallen, even after Vlad’s final, gasping breath had faded into silence. He wailed as Amity Park crumbled around him, as the last flickering lights of his home were swallowed by ruin.

It didn’t matter.

No one was left to hear him.

No one left to be farmed by his despair.

He had outlasted them all—the Guys in White, Vlad, even Pariah Dark himself. He had survived, clawing his way through blood and betrayal, only to realize, too late, that survival was the cruelest fate of all.

He had lost everything.

His home—reduced to rubble. His friends—gone and buried beneath the wreckage of the school. Their last standing ground from the GIW's control or maybe blissfully scattered to the winds. His family—torn apart, mom and dad dead by his hands. Not purposely but they had picked their side. Jazz dead by theirs attempting to protect him. Their laughter, the happy family they were, now just a ghost in his hollow chest. His city, his obsession, his afterlife—all ashes, all dust. And what had he gained? A crown of thorns, a throne he never wanted. The title of King Phantom, ruler of the dead, sovereign of a graveyard empire.

He built a council. He forged a government. He crafted a system that could run without him—because he could not rule, not when every decree tasted of blood, not when every whisper of his subjects sounded like the voices of the lost. Not when he was so lost.

So he vanished.

Not in triumph, not in secrecy—but in surrender. He would sleep. Finally really sleep. He would sleep for centuries, for millennia even, until the worlds forgot his name. Until the stars themselves burned cold. Until even the memory of his suffering was nothing more than a sigh in the dark. And maybe, just maybe, if he slept long enough… he would forget, too.

Fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Danny awoke to crying.

Not the wailing of the long-dead, nor the hollow sobs of forgotten spirits—but the raw, shuddering pleas of someone new. A voice too young, too broken, gasping between tears:

"Please—"

"Dad, I’m sorry—"

"B, you promised—"

Danny blinked slowly, his limbs heavy from his long sleep. His mind swam in fog, his body sluggish, as if moving through deep water. But the sound, a sound too familiar to ignore, pulled him forward, guiding him through the mist of his own exhaustion until he found the source—a boy.

A small, bloodied thing in a torn costume of green and red and gold, hunched over his own grave.

Danny’s chest ached.

Oh.

A newly dead. A child. One so much like him, once. Danny watched him for awhile. Days maybe? It had been such a long time since he had needed to keep track of time... He stepped closer, his voice soft as settling dust. "Hey."

The boy jerked upright, his masked face streaked with inky tears. "You—you can see me?"

Danny huffed a quiet laugh. "Oh, so he does talk."

The boy stared, trembling, his breath hitching. Danny knelt—not too close, not too far—and tilted his head. "My name’s Danny. What about you?"

The boy opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "My name? My name is… My name is…?" His voice cracked, panic rising like a tide. "My name—my name—?" He didn't remember. Not many ghostlings did.

"Hey, hey," Danny murmured, reaching out—not to touch, but to offer. With a thought, he summoned a little blob ghost, its form wobbly and bright, and placed it gently in the boy’s lap. The creature nuzzled against him, purring like a gooy contented cat. The boy’s hands stilled. Then, hesitantly, he began to pet it.

Danny smiled. "A name doesn’t have to be a name," he said softly. "It can be anything you’d like."

The boy swallowed. "...Robin," he whispered. "I’m Robin."

"Robin," Danny repeated, like it was something precious. "It’s good to meet you, kid."

A beat of silence. Then, small and scared:

"Am I dead?"

Danny’s core clenched. He let himself float just a little, settling cross-legged in the air, making himself smaller, lesser. "You are," he admitted gently. "I’m sorry, Robin."

The boy—Robin—choked on a sob. "Is that why Dad wouldn’t—why he didn’t—?" Danny didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Robin crumpled.

Without thinking, Danny reached out and gathered him close, tucking the boy against his chest the way Jazz had once held him so very long ago—after bad nights, after bad fights, after the world had been too much. "I know," he murmured, rocking him slightly. "I know. It sucks. It’s not fair. But you’re not alone, okay? Never alone." Robin shuddered, his tiny fists clutching Danny’s cloak of stars. Danny felt the threats forming, a soul bond. He had had one will Elle, with clockwork, with few others. A bond of trust.

Danny didn’t hesitate. He let his ecto unwind, warm and golden green and royal, and carefully, so carefully, began to mend the fractures in Robin’s soul. The pain, the fear, the jagged edges of a death too soon and too violent. The death of someone trying to be a hero—he took them into himself, replacing the hurt with quiet, with safety. Slowly, Robin’s breathing evened. His weight grew heavy against Danny’s shoulder.

Asleep.

Not that ghosts needed sleep. But children did. Danny exhaled, looking around the graveyard—at the other small, lost shades watching from the shadows. His chest tightened.

…He could help them.

Just for today. Just for now. He could make Gotham a little lighter. And maybe, just maybe, it would help Robin, too—to have something familiar.

Robin followed Phantom like a shadow—or, more accurately, like a small, determined firefly, darting after the king’s trailing cloak as he moved through Gotham’s gloom. Honestly the child was a little beacon of light. Bright like a little firefly.

At first, he simply watched.

Phantom moved like a whisper between worlds—guiding lost shades toward peace, nudging lingering spirits toward unfinished business, even coaxing the living, stubborn bleeding-hearted vigilantes, into just the right places at just the right times. They never knew they were being helped, of course. But Robin saw.

And slowly, he began to copy.

A nudge here—a whisper there. A flicker of movement to draw a grieving widow’s eye to a hidden letter. A gentle tug on a cape to steer a batarang just wide enough to avoid a fatal blow. Gotham, ever so slightly, began to brighten.

And so did Robin. So much brighter than the dead boy Danny had met. He had even taught the boy to change his form from his one in death to a Robin in life. He was so much brighter not covered in blood and debris..

Phantom watched, warmth curling in his core, as the boy—his little prince—blossomed. Robin laughed as he flew, spinning through the air like a fallen leaf caught in the wind. He chattered to the other ghosts, coaxing even the shyest shades out of their hiding spots. He guided lost souls with a patience that belied his age, his voice soft but steady—"It’s okay, you’re safe now"—and when they finally faded into peace, he turned to Phantom with stars in his eyes.

"Did you see! I did it on my own!"

Phantom ruffled his hair. "Yeah, kid. I saw."

And oh, the way Robin glowed.

He was happy here. Happy to help, happy to fly, happy to tuck himself under Phantom’s arm after a long night and murmur about all the things he’d seen, all the people he’d saved. Gotham was still dark. But now, there were pinpricks of light—like stars or tiny, stubborn sparks—where before there had been none. And at the center of them all, brighter than any ghost light, was Robin.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Dog Tags (4)

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> After you get discharged from the hospital, things start to change between you and Bucky.

Disclaimer: This is part four to parts one, two and three. Little angst, lot of fluff, Bucky and reader train together, found family moments between the team, Sam and Wanda being exhausted shippers, Bucky blushes, swearing. Not Proof Read.

By the time you were finally discharged from the hospital, Bucky was the one to bring you home.

“Bucky, I can carry my own bags.” You watched as he hauled your overnight over his shoulder before pushing the trunk of the car down. 

“You’ve only just been discharged from the hospital and I don’t exactly feel like calling them up, as your husband, and telling them you’ve busted a stitch.”

“My stitches healed ages ago.”

Bucky shook his head. “Not taking any chances.”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” you told him, though it didn’t hold as much bite as it used to.

Bucky turned around with you in the elevator before clicking the button for the compound apartments. 

“And you’re a thorn in my side, sweetheart.”

You just smiled to yourself as the doors closed in front of yourself and Bucky.

It was noticeable, the change, between yourself and Bucky. 

The rare good morning grunts, or more often; complete, yet heavy, silence. They had been swapped for smiles and genuine good mornings. The training and shift patterns were easier to assign, mission reports were completed with less dent marks in the paper, and the evening dinners were less awkward. 

Sam and Wanda had become hopeful. They all had. 

“They look happy, don’t they?” Sam asked aloud, already knowing Wanda was silently standing beside him. 

She smiled. “They really do.”

Down the hallway, you and Bucky were exiting the training room, laughing. The look in Bucky’s eyes – the light – had been rare to see in the last year. But when he was with you…

The light between both of you could blind any shadow. 

“Is it permanent?” Sam asked, something in his gut denying him true joy. 

Wanda smiled, hopefully. “I think so. Their connection runs deep. He helped her heal. She helped him. Nobody can end a connection like that.”

Sam nodded, turning his head to look back down the corridor where you and Bucky had just turned. He could only hope it would last. 

Bucky had been in love with you for a long time, even if he didn’t like it. Sam didn’t want him to hide it away. He deserved love. And so did you. 

Even when all you did was fight, you were each other's safe space. 

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Shut up.”

“Because one wrong hit and it all falls down.”

You were starting to regret agreeing to family games night at Kate’s apartment. It was yourself, Kate, Yelena, Clint and Bucky; all sat on the floor. 

“Careful, doll.”

“Shut up.”

You knew you’d taken a risky move with the jenga block, but if you’d chosen the one Clint had first been trying to ‘help’ you towards, you’d lose. 

“You know, this is a stupid game. We should play something else.” Yelena said. Her’s would be a different tune if she hadn’t lost the last round. 

Kate shushed her, “She’s gonna do it.”

Clint looked at his work partner. “This is a one for all game. Can’t be girls vs boys. We’re outnumbered.”

Yelena scoffed. “Bucky is like…ancient. He qualifies for two people, at least.”

You sniggered, trying to keep your focus on the wooden block. 

“You are a child.” Clint deadpanned before turning to Bucky. “They’re children.”

“Ah!” You pulled the brick free and held up your arms. “Done it!”

The tower remained standing for another minute before Clint took his go and the tower came falling down. 

Yelena just laughed, “Ha.”

You chuckled, pushing yourself to stand. “Okay, I’m getting another drink.”

“I’ll set up the next game.” Yelena called out before picking up the monopoly board. 

“I’ll come with you,” Bucky said as you stepped over his legs before helping him up.

As the pair of you walked into the kitchen, you could hear the other three stuck in an argument over who should be the banker. 

“Beer?”

Bucky held out his hand and you passed him the two in your hand. Popping off both caps, he threw the tops into the sink before handing you yours. 

You both clinked the necks of the bottles against each other’s. “You did good.”

“Would have been easier if I didn’t have this super annoying voice coming from across the table.”

Bucky smirked a little, narrowing his eyes. “Now where would the fun in that be?”

You just shook your head as you took a sip of your beer. You leaned against the sink as Bucky leaned adjacent to you. 

“So…”

“So?”

Bucky lowered the beer bottle from his lips and braced himself on the counter. “I’ve got a free day tomorrow if you want to…do something. With me.” 

You looked him over. “Why are you shy?”

You saw him blush a little as he looked away. “I’m not- I’m not shy.”

You smiled and Bucky felt like he needed to look away despite that being the last thing he wanted to do. 

“Bucky,” your voice was soft as you looked at him. “What is it?”

“I just…” Bucky’s question was on the tip of his tongue. But then he chickened out. “I was wondering if you wanted to train with me tomorrow?”

“You were nervous to ask me to train with you?”

Bucky nodded. “Last time I asked, you said no.”

You just stood back for a moment, your eyes fixed on him. “I’ll train with you.”

Bucky felt like his crush in a 40s dancehall had just finally agreed to dance with him. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “Don’t know who would train on their day off, but sure.” You smiled before grabbing the bowl of snacks on the kitchen counter. 

“We better get back in there before the bank has a hostage situation.”

Bucky chuckled, following you back into the living room. 

By the time the next afternoon rolled around, you and Bucky were beat. 

Bucky held his side. “I thought you were taking it easy after your injuries.”

You laughed, “I got a full clearance from the hospital four months ago. Good as new. Thought I’d go easy on you? Never.”

You almost had Bucky to his feet but he pulled a reverse on you. Somehow you found yourself trapped on your knees, your back against his chest. “Little too cocky, sweetheart. And who said I wanted you to go easy on me?”

Jabbing him in the ribs, he calculated your next move. You were rolled onto the mat together. As you had Bucky on his back, you felt him reach for your knife. Only, it wasn’t there. 

He felt a small pinch by his side. He looked down, a little breathless. “You remembered.”

A small chuckle left you. “I remember a lot of things about you, Barnes.”

You didn’t know what it was. Your words and their hidden meaning, the smile on his face as he was looking at you, the way his eyes flicked to your lips, or the fact that yours did the same with him. Maybe it was his hand, holding onto the side of your leg, his thumb mindlessly rubbing back and forth. Maybe it was the breathless exchange. Or maybe it was your constant reminder of him that fell forward from your t-shirt. 

Dangling between you both were Bucky’s dog tags. 

Pulling your attention away from the slow-swinging metal, Bucky spoke, “You’re still wearing them.”

Your gaze locked onto his. “Yeah…never take them off.”

Maybe it was the fact that Bucky was looking at you like…like he wanted to kiss you. Or the fact that you wanted him to. 

But something shifted. 

You cleared your throat and quickly moved yourself from Bucky’s body and stood up. “I, uh, I should…there’s somewhere I’ve gotta…” 

You couldn’t think straight. You just needed to get out of there, before you did something reckless. 

The rest was a blur. Gathering your things up, Bucky slowly standing up and trying to keep you calm. He was clueless and worried. And somewhere between it all, you’d pressed his dog tags into his palm and left. 

For the next month, things were…awkward, to say the least. 

“Has she told you anything?” Bucky asked, once again frustrated that you weren’t talking to him. 

It was bordering on week 5 of you ignoring him. 

And it. Was. Maddening. 

Wanda shook her head. “No, nothing.”

In saying you’d told her nothing, that was the truth. But deep down, Wanda already knew why. Whatever had happened between you and Bucky after that day…it had scared you. It had opened something up inside of you that you’d been forcing down for a long, long time. 

“I thought we were finally getting somewhere,” Bucky sighed as he sat down. 

“Maybe you should just try and talk to her.”

“How?” Bucky almost exclaimed.

“And we’re standing again,” Wanda whispered to herself as Bucky launched himself from the sofa and started pacing again. 

“Everytime I see her, she doesn’t look at me. If she sees me coming down the corridor, she takes a completely different exit. We got assigned a three day recon mission last week, she won’t take the mission.”

“She’ll take the mission, Bucky.”

He just shook his head. “She won’t. She hates me. Again. I don’t even…”

“She doesn’t hate you, Bucky. She never has.” Wanda told him. “Look, Y/n…she’s not someone who trusts easily. And she trusts you, Bucky. I know she does. Maybe even more than she even knows. Which also means, I know that it scares her.”

Wanda stood and laid a light hand on Bucky’s chest, a little over his heart. “Just talk to her. Find her. Make her sit down if you have to. Talk. It’s the only thing you can do.”

Bucky bowed his head and sighed. That was even if he could get you alone in a room for ten minutes. 

“We need to talk.”

You ducked your head as if a bullet had just been fired towards you. “Jesus- James.” You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. “You need to stop sneaking up on me. Make a noise or do something. How long have you been standing there?”

“Ten minutes. At least,” Bucky answered honestly before pushing himself from the wall. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t about to run off. And, from the way you’ve been punching that bag, I’d say you’re really pissed at someone.”

“Want me to give you three guesses?”

Bucky just hummed and continued to watch you as he stood a little closer. 

“What do you want, Bucky?”

“I want to talk.”

“What about?” You continued to hit the punching bag in front of you. 

“You know what.”

“No, I don’t.”

Bucky came and held the bag still and for a moment, you stood back. Breathless, sweaty and tired, you looked at him. 

“I know you’re not dumb, Y/n. You know what.”

You stepped away, untying the bandage from your hands. “Enlighten me.”

Bucky watched as you walked away from him. He could take a lifetime of you hating him, but not a lifetime of you ignoring him. 

“Aren’t you tired of this game?”

“What game?”

“This one. And the one we’ve been doing for the last few years. I thought we made up. I thought we were finally friends.”

You shook your head. “You don’t wanna be my friend, Bucky.”

“Yes, I do.” He stood in front of you before you could walk away. You finally looked at him. 

For the first time in over a month, you finally looked at him. And he knew it was still true. He could drown in your gaze for the rest of his life. 

“Or maybe I don’t.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What I do know, however, is that I want you to talk to me. I can take you hating me for the rest of your life, Y/n. But I can’t take you ignoring me. Pretending like we don’t exist.”

“We?”

“What happened here?” You knew what he meant. The training mats were less than eight feet away from you. “That day?”

You turned your gaze away from him, trying to run away from the conversation. “Nothing. Nothing happened.”

He let you pass but he still followed behind you. “Something happened.”

“Nothing happened, Bucky.”

“Y/n.” Bucky stopped walking. 

“Goodnight, James. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Y/n, wait!” 

Finally, you stopped in your tracks. Your back was still facing him, but you had stopped running. For the moment. 

Slowly, you turned around to face him. Your grip tightened on your bag. “What?”

Bucky stood looking at you. Breathless. Angry. Worried. Sad. Annoyed. Tired.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he muttered, almost to himself as he bowed his head and braced his hands on his hips. “I can’t.” He looked back up at you, a little more determined. “I like you, Y/n. I can deal with you hating me. I’d prefer it, actually, compared to you ignoring me. If I’m being completely honest, I more than like you. But since I’ve barely been able to keep you in the same room as me for the last month, I’m gonna keep that to myself until I know you’re not gonna run away from me.”

You didn’t know what to say, so Bucky continued. 

“Just…tell me what happened…please.” Bucky was ready to get on his knees and beg. 

Your words were caught in your throat. Stuck in place, burning underneath whilst freezing on top. So you did the only thing your body was allowing you to do. 

Move. 

You could have turned away. You could have ignored it all. 

But you stayed. 

Bucky watched as you dropped the bag from your shoulder and it landed with a loud thud on the ground. Then you were making your way over to him. 

Pulling him in by his dog tags, you placed your other hand by the back of his head and kissed him. 

It was safe to say Bucky hadn’t been expecting it. Dreamed of it a few times, but never expected it. 

It felt surreal. 

You felt his hand clasp your waist, his fingertips pressing lightly into your skin almost as if to check you were real. It wasn’t long before you felt one of his hands beside your face, trying to hold you closer as he kissed you right back. 

Eventually the kiss broke apart, but Bucky wasn’t ready to let you go. 

“That,” you eventually said. “That was what happened…what almost happened,” you corrected. 

Bucky felt lightheaded and unsteady on his feet but in the best way. 

“You should have stayed that day.”

You found the courage to finally look at him. 

You shook your head. “I…couldn’t. I know it’s bullshit but…it scared me. More than anything. I’ve been hiding that part of myself for so long I just…I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, just for future reference, this is the better answer.” 

You felt yourself chuckle a little once you saw the corner of Bucky’s mouth lift up. 

“I can take you hating me, doll. But I can’t take the silence. Even when we’re fighting, I still know you’re there. You still talk to me.”

That was when Bucky let you go. 

“What are you doing?”

From around his neck, he pulled the dog tags up and over his head. “Giving you these back.”

“But they’re yours.”

Bucky just laid them over your head and around you, holding them with a smile. “They’ve been yours since you stole them, doll.”

Holding them in your palm, you looked at them. 

“They haven’t been the only thing you’ve stolen from me.”

You looked back to Bucky, a softened smile on your face. And he was looking right back at you, the same stupid grin on his face that had been making your stomach fill with butterflies. 

“Promise me you won’t run away from me, again?”

You shrugged. “Like you said, this is the better answer.”

Bucky grinned, sharing a laugh with you as he cupped your face before kissing you again. 

He hadn’t been expecting for you to kiss him when you did, but he was certainly glad you had. Because it meant he could finally kiss you back. 

[nikkirouse123]

So, I have thought about this a few times and let me say, David should get Thorn.

Hear me out. In the comics David lives because antlers are not wood and they missed his heart (he doesn't die in the comics either, at least to my knowledge) what if he goes back and gets Thorn.

Imagine David going to Max's house because the cave isn't safe anymore and it has too many memories of the boys, and sees Thorn laying in the corner whining because he knows Max is gone. Cue sad boy with adorable dog cuddles. And after a good emotional break down David has one of those moments where he's holding Thorn’s face saying he's never going to leave Thorn alone. Leading to Thorn becoming David’s daytime protector and cute boy and his dog moments.

And if anyone wants to draw Thorn with a dog helmet sitting in the sidecar of David’s motorcycle David installed just for him. (Bonus points if thorn has the cute red bandana and leather doggy vest)

im literally crying because i just rewatched the lost bots trilogy and its never shown, mentioned or even hinted that anyone went back for Thorn

like.

LIKE.

someone needs to write or draw spmeone, loke the frog brothers, going back for thorn and he becomes their dog.

or i am literally goNNA GO CJRAZY

[daylighted]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤBABY ! READER.

meet baby . . . again, because she's not someone that you should be unfamiliar with, if you know the winchester boys ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ a hunt gone wrong leaves dean without a car, and a personified version if it in its place ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ resilient and reliable, loyal and loving, baby is more than happy with the shift in dynamic ㅤ — ㅤ so long as it keeps her alongside her favorite person in the world, dean.

LEATHER & LACE !! baby arrived into human society in nothing but a worn, faded black leather jacket and a pair of lacy panties, prompting shell-shocked dean to fork over his jeans in efforts to preserve the modesty that she could not care less about. the black jacket is the human translation of dean's car's black coat of paint, and the panties have no explanation beyond dean's petty-driven theory of a final nail in the coffin of the witch's curse.

NOT CALLED BABY FOR NOTHIN' !! the name was given to baby, first, as a show of affection and appreciation that dean had for the car he inherited. now that said car was a girl with her own identity, dean has stuck to calling her such due to her innocence when it came to existing as a human being. and, though he'd never admit it, the affection he felt lingered tenfold now that he'd come to terms with her existence.

BIRTHMARKS !! baby has two "birthmarks," or scarification marks that came with her shift from car to girl. pale skin knits together neatly in the form of two scratchy initial signatures over each clavicle: D.W. and S.W. dean's, on her left side, directly over the beat of her heart, and sam's, on the right, never far behind when it came to being at dean's side. it is not known for a fact if either winchester knows of the existence of these marks; though it's highly likely they know of some sort of mark existing there, with how often baby tends to casually undress.

LISTEN TO HER PURR !! of all things that the winchesters have encountered, a car turned girl is not a repeat offense that they've witnessed. every day, something new is uncovered about baby; how she reacts to things, how much fire one girl's mouth can spit, how many memories translated into her head from the leather of the seats. there is not often a moment of silence or peace, not with baby around, though the lapse from routine is a welcome one, with how hard the job they do can be at times.

SO THIS IS LOVE !! it is without a doubt that baby came into existence with a predetermined love and devotion to dean. whether it is another jab from the witch's curse, attempting to poke a thorn into the soft press of dean's side, or if the bond between a man and his first love, his car, exists as true thing. dean chooses to not think about either option, simply wanting to believe that baby picks him everytime on her own free will. he does not, in fact, think about why he wants her to be consenting and aware in her devotion, either.

POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE !! it is unknown if any special abilities or powers came in baby's human form, as the car information booklet that'd been collecting dust in her glovebox was now lost to the void. however, it is known that the leather jacket she came to fruition in seems to have bottomless pockets, holding things lost with time and forgotten, like sam's old toy soldiers, or a stuffie, wedged so deep under the seat for so long that neither of the winchesters remember it existing. perhaps the updated '67 chevy impala instruction manual is lost in the depths of those pockets, too.

—ㅤㅤㅤFOLLOW THE MAP !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the chronological timeline of baby!reader. full map, including pitstops, unraveled here ㅤ — ㅤdiscuss baby!reader nation here !! official join the roadtrip post coming soon.

live out your baby!reader dreams in the interactive version, only found on c.ai.

01. how baby!reader came to be. 02. someone's gotta tell sam. 03. he cuddled with her anyways. 04. the girl behind the wheel. 05. baby's first case! 06. not off the hook. 07. learning about reading and feelings with sam winchester. 08. baby does not, in fact, know how to drive.

—ㅤㅤㅤPITSTOPS !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the pinnacles of thoughts and headcanons about baby!reader. join the discussion in the link above !!

ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby does not take shit from no man! + sweet dean stuff or whatev ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby's thoughts on castiel. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ the one where baby calls dean on his shit. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ kiss it better! ㅤㅤㅤ✇ mary's revival. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ social anxiety HATES her! ㅤㅤㅤ✇ meet matilda, the witch who started it all. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby learns her abcs. sam is sick of the alphabet. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ dean is NOT raising a beige baby. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ how the lovebirds fall into love. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby beefs with someone's big black jacked up truck. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ loving each other & all their broken pieces. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ coping mechanisms.

notes. this took me 5k years and cost me my left leg. if it takes me 619238499 years to update this / keep it updated... mind ur business i have only one leg now and 5k less years to my lifespan </3 u can find all other discussion related stuff not listed here + all of this in the baby!reader tag on my blog <3 on the chance that i start slacking on keeping this up to date.

layout inspired by my pookie twin @deansbeer <3 !!! seriously don't know how u did this still bc my GOD.

tags. @titsout4jackles @honeyryewhiskey @ultravi0lence14 @figthoughts @theosaurous @stereotypicalbarbie @whyyouegg @eepwtf @rositaslabyrinth @rubyvhs @abox-of-rocks @sunsbaby @bluemerakis @jollyhunter @misatxox @angelblqde @bombarda-babe @unfortunate-brat @funkycoloured @chevroletdean @chiierful @cowboysandcigarettes @voidsuites @bitchykittenconnoisseur @beausling @soldiersgirl @dulcescorderitas @hyacinnths @blushpinkdoll @mccartneyqp @svbnra + all of the rest of baby!reader nation if u needed a central hub to catch up LMFAO.