#karen bunker

[will80sbyers]

ST5 possible timeline

Let's see what I remember that's actually confirmed from pictures and other stuff

Ep. 1 (100% confirmed) :

We know that Will has a nightmare/flashback of the UD

Linda Hamilton has some scenes

Steve and Jonathan do whatever they are doing in the pre-vis with that thing that becomes green instead of red

Steve and robin are together inside the radio station eating snacks (?) from the pic. Ross posted of day 1

Robin, Will, El, Nancy and Joyce are in a scene together

Ep.2 (100% confirmed) :

We know for sure Karen is in the episode and probably at the Hawkins Memorial Hospital

Lights at the hospital flicker like the Demogorgon is there or vecna etc

Either ep. 1 , ep. 2 or ep. 3...

but in the same time frame:

Morning:

Mike is at his house in his room thinking about something

Dustin and Mike get in a fight at school with the jocks friends of Jason - Dustin's shirt gets ripped

Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Murray are taking stuff from the supermarket and they steal a truck with food in it

Steve and Jonathan (?) make the antenna on Steve's car

Someone is studying radio stuff at school (?)

Evening:

Dustin goes to Eddie's grave to talk to him after this because he has the shirt like that

Mike goes to El to talk on the roof of the radio station

Something with action happens, they get attacked, Joyce and Hopper are both at the radio station and probably Will is there too

El is fighting with somebody and the tie she has breaks - she has the same outfit on from the radio station

Robin goes to the Hawkins memorial hospital and Vickie is there too

Night:

Unless it's a vision - Will is at the radio station under the antenna at night ( he's probably the one that gets attacked because he's on the tower opposite from where Mike and El are sitting and talking...)

El is near the UD vines with the same outfit and blood on her nose... Maybe she's in the upside down but I'm not sure because the vines could be invading Hawkins

Not clear yet to me in which episodes these things happen but probably all either before ep. 4 or in ep.4 :

Vecna vision or nightmare of Will at school in the field with the bike

Possible vision: someone is in the woods with the red light and near Castle Byers with the vines all around

Little Will & grown up Will are inside Castle Byers in the upside down, probably a flashback or vision/nightmare

Someone in the woods gets attacked by someone with powers and gets thrown into the air

Nancy is inside the bunker at the radio station dressed how she's dressed when she's with the others taking the food from the truck

Hopper and others are at the old dumpster probably to train and learn how to fight

Someone gets hurt at a leg when they are inside the Hawkins memorial hospital

Karen takes a bubble bath and drinks wine (ep. 1 ?)

Something is being filmed at the Wheeler's house

Will looks cool with his jacket and haircut, he's inside the radio station and Jonathan is there too... Jonathan seems dressed like he was dressed when he was at the radio station with Murray, Nancy and Robin and Steve near the truck of the supermarket so this could be in the first episodes ? Will is dressed with his green shirt and the undershirt so differently from when he's at the mansion and also from when he's at the farm (in which he has the same shirt with the stripes-> ep. 4 prob)

Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin are at the farm and do the hand group thing

Robin, Will and Mike are at a farm together (the farm scenes are probably ep. 3 or 4)

El and Will (same stripes outfit from the radio station tower and the farm without the jacket) are at the mansion with the pool, Will looks sick and El has a scene screaming

Joyce and Hopper arrive with the blue van and maybe they make a pole in the street fall down by speeding with the car

Police or government are involved in the mansion scenes

Jonathan and Nancy are there at the mansion too, Steve's car is there with the antenna so maybe they drive it there (?)

Lucas is with Max at the hospital and makes her listen to music (?)

Notes: The mansion seems to be a simple house of rich people

Ep. 4 (100% confirmed) :

Dustin, Nancy, Jonathan and Someone else we don't know fall in the Upside Down from the farm with a car that has the antenna in the middle

Mansion = orange

Farm = green

Probably the same episode because of the outfit

That's it... I for sure forgot something but I'll add later when I have time to review all the leaks we got!

#byler #stranger things #st5 #st5 production #st5 speculation #st5 spoilers

[bear-boi-5]

Survivors #3

Mario and Karen

Mario is extremely upset but is trying his hardest to be optimistic. He's lost so many people, especially 2 of the closest people in his life but he was extremely overjoyed when Smg4 and 3 showed up in the bunker. It was one of the few times Mario genuinely cried with joy.

Karen got hurt in the same attack that amputated Melony. All of her kids are still alive/unaffected. She's extremely tired due to multiple factors. The worry of her kids safety, the worry of her friends safety and feeling guilty about a certain event that happened because it was the one time she couldn't protect the ones she cared about.

#au #art #drawing #traditional art #traditional drawing #smg4 #smg4 fanart #smg4 art #smg4 au #smg4 mario #smg4 karen #Viral Virus AU #Smg4: Viral Virus AU

[apatheticnatureiskey]

{DS! APOTROPAIC!: Vesper & Paralysis}

YIPPEE!! Apotropaic art! 😍

Simple Explanation:

A mirror is found in an old storage room of JR. It radiated a magical energy that needed to be determined as “bad” or “good” so they kept it. Little did they know people from a different world would finally have the chance to escape. They used all of the power they needed to crack the glass and free themselves. Black smoke erupted from the creases as the mirror world parallels spread panic across the multiverse. The gas causes intense paranoia, hallucinations, and nightmares. Bunkers got put in order, but some were not as lucky to get there in time. JR put itself on lockdown, but that wasn’t enough. The parallels surrounded them… even if they went into their bunker. The employees got killed one by one, leaving their variants of each other to torment them.

I haven’t decided the true ending but it’s a pretty funky horror au :/

INFO (bc I doubt I’ll make references 💀):

Character Name - Dream Von Licht

Nickname - Vesper/Ves

Role - Protagonist?

Sexuality - Pansexual

Pronouns - he/him

Height - 6’3”

Physical Description - Has bruised wrists because Paralysis keeps grabbing them. 🙄

Personality - Kind of intimidating and deadpan. Very tired and stressed. It seems like he's upset all the time, which he kind of is. Still has his formality, but it's less than before. More likely to lash out than usual. Looks out of it more than the others cause Paralysis actively torments more than the other Parallels..

Age - 225+

Weakness - his listed fears, the hallucinations, lack of sleep, the bond between him an Paralysis (also Gloom but Paralysis gets beat up more lmao),

Fear - Agoraphobia (fear of leaving the house), Proditiophobia (fear of betrayal), Emetophobia (fear of vomiting or seeing other vomit), Catoptrophobia (fear/dislike of mirrors)

Weapon - Light/Claymore Sword

Likes - anything happy cause this man needs help // his friends :) // Champion // Ani // beating up the Parallels // Flinch // kids (wholesome)

Passions & Talents - He can fly // Bilingual // good at tracking //

Dislikes - Paralysis (🔫) // Mirrors // Touching his wings // Karens (despite them being rare in this situation) // Orbit // All the Parallels

Other - He found the mirror in a storage room, it looked a bit odd so he looked into it. After a while of it just radiating magic that was hard to decipher… he didn't see his reflection, he saw a horrible world with a bad version of him. After that, he wanted to lock it away and study it to keep everyone safe. But unfortunately, the parallels broke out and he thought wasn't careful enough. A small crack doomed their world, and it was all “because of him.” The nightmare fuel gas spread and the parallels escaped. JR was put on lockdown and he feels really guilty.

-Him and Paralysis (the mirror world version of him), do not get along. After all, he gives him nightmares, terrible hallucinations, and doesn't respect his boundaries. They're relationship is quite toxic and is basically fueled by hatred (Ves) and sadistic tendencies (Para).

-This place is very negative so his radiance/magic is weaker than normal. He also gets a ton of headaches/migraines because of this. :,)

-Flinch and Champion are the most important to him because they always help him in times of need. He'd be in a much worse mental state without them.

—————

Character Name - Mirror! Dream

Nickname - Paralysis

Role - Villain

Sexuality - Pansexual

Pronouns - he/him

Height - 6’2” or 6’0 without heels

Physical Description - ugly

Personality - A terrible person, cruel to everyone… even the other Parallels. He doesn't not care about others' boundaries, he's manipulative, and the worst person ever. Yet the parallels listen to him because they have no choice.

Age - 125

Weakness - Light,

Fear - Photophobia (light), Atychiphobia (fear of failure)

Weapon - Sword (normie 🙄)

Likes - Manipulation // bad stuff I don't wanna write // basically he's the worst person ever // Bluebell // Ruin & Umber //

Passions & Talents - Being shitty // being an evil ‘ruler’ //

Dislikes - Dream/Vesper (🔪❤️) // Not being in Control //

Other - N/A

*rewriting his horrible backstory probably never 😍* (might make him have a decent motive)

#dreamswap #dreamswap au #ds! apotropaic #ds! apotropaic! vesper #ds! apotropaic! paralysis #ds dream #dreamswap dream #the parallels are paralleling #the parallels are based off those horrible inaccurate DS stories with evil Dream and uwu Nightmare #also MLP creepypastas bc they’re cool 😎 #paralysis is an asshole we hate him here #my art #art #dreamtale au #??? #undertale au #sort of? #dreamswap fanart #ish #I just realized I forgot Paralysis’s crown…. that’s probably why he looked so wrong #still ugly but whatever /hj

[banditthewriter]

In Time - Billy Russo

And here we have the 2022 Halloween Fic! I want to thank everyone for supporting me and helping me get to the point where I was able to write this this year. I honestly wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it. And a very special thank you to @dragon-of-winterfell​ for sending in the idea that sparked this thing! 

Summary: It’s time for the annual Purge. The reader usually hides in a bunker with Billy, Frank, Karen, and the Lieberman family. This year, things are going to get bloody.

Warnings: Torture. Writer has never seen Purge movies so don’t expect me to be too true to those stores. But seriously, the reader is tortured. Some things happen explicitly, but most are just described afterwards. Also writer barely edited this so...my bad.

Enjoy!

*gif is mine*

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The chime above the door to Slice of Heaven made you look up from where you were balancing the books. An older couple came in and waved at you as they went to their usual booth. One of your waitresses was at their side a few moments later, chatting happily. 

The diner had been left to you by your parents and you took a lot of pride in the environment that had been created. No such thing as a stranger, you treated everyone who came in as regulars. Of course this meant a lot of them did become regulars. Your staff was the same way.

A group of rowdy college boys were in the far corner goofing off. It was mid afternoon, not exactly your busiest time, but the laughter and excitement that poured off of them made the diner feel small. 

Or maybe it was because you could hear what they were discussing. 

"C'mon, what about going to like Ithaca or something? Smaller areas are less protected."

"Nah, that's why we need to stay near the city. We don't want to be away from all of it."

"Yea! It's gonna be wild. We could pick a small borough to stay near though."

Your skin prickled as you listened to them plan. A group of six guys all discussing the pros and cons of where they should settle down made you uneasy but you couldn't exactly kick them out. Even if a few of them seemed a little uneasy at the thought of being in the city.

A clatter from the kitchen had you turning away from the guys. One of the waitresses had dropped a tray of dishes. Thankfully nothing looked broken, but she was ashen as she bent down to pick them up.

"Let me help you," you offered softly as you knelt down beside her. 

Emily was your newest waitress. Putting herself through college, she was a sweet and devoted worker. Her dream of coming to New York City for college hadn't been dampened by the laws, but you knew she wasn't looking forward to her first year here.

"It's going to be okay Em," you promised as you scooped the dishes back onto the tray. "You have your plan, right? It's been verified."

Her hands shook as she picked up the last few pieces of cutlery. 

"I know. I went over it with the people you got me in touch with. I just…" Her eyes cut to the left. Even though you were both crouched on the floor in the kitchen and couldn't even see the dining room, you knew she was looking towards the college boys. 

You took the spoons and forks from her hands. Then you helped her stand and pulled her into a hug.

"It's going to be okay Emily. I know you're worried right now, but it's going to be okay."

You desperately hoped you weren't wrong about that. 

—

The soft chime of your cell phone made you look over from where you were wiping the counter. It was turned to a weird angle so you couldn't clearly read the name but the familiar picture of your best friend made you smile. Rag in one hand, you reached out and snagged the device with your other. 

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Billy Russo snorted in amusement.

"You're ridiculous. I always call you when you're closing by yourself."

You rolled your eyes at that, but it was out of fondness. You tucked the phone against your ear as you went back to cleaning. 

"Nothing is going to happen to me, you know that."

"Some of us still very clearly remember what it was like before…"

Before. You remembered what it was like before as well. 

Your eyes went to the picture of your parents in front of the door to Slice of Heaven the first day they opened it. They were from before as well. 

A shudder ran through you at that. You shook away the memories and focused back on the conversation. 

"Thanks again for helping Emily with her plan. I really appreciate it."

"Frank and I are happy to help. This time of year is our busiest for consulting, but Anvil is equipped for it."

"I know it is. I also know you don't charge my referrals like you're supposed to."

Billy snorted again. You heard a faint creak, most likely from his office chair as he readjusted his position.

"Your referrals are usually your employees. I know you pay them better than most but I also know most of them are either working multiple jobs already or putting themselves through school. They qualify for the friends of a friend discount."

"You also didn't let me pay when I had you guys consult for me."

"Because we didn't help you plan for what you were going to do. We just told you what you were going to do."

You laughed at that, but it was tinged with a little sadness. 

"Can't believe this is the fourth time this is happening."

When the law had passed, you'd thought it was impossible. Who in the hell thought that making all crime legal for twelve hours would actually help the crime rate? And while the numbers seemed to support it, that didn't change the fact that it meant devastation for the people who couldn't afford to turn their homes into Fort Knox knock offs. 

"There's talk about reversing the law. Maybe this will be the last one."

Your fingers clenched in the rag before you tossed it onto the counter. 

"They've talked about that since it was put into effect. It's just a way for them to shut us up from complaining."

This was a constant worry for people even though it only took place once a year. People spent all year preparing for this. Most of them prepare to survive but some like the college kids from earlier were preparing to participate. 

"Just remember to get to the bunker by 6:30, okay? You'll be safe with us." 

That was putting it mildly. The bunker that they used was impenetrable and protected by so many counter measures that it would take an army to get through. It had been Frank's hideout at one point and then reinforced and updated with Billy's tech and money. 

It would be their friend David "Micro" Leiberman and his family, Frank's girlfriend Karen Page, her friend and coworker Foggy Nelson, and you. Your first year had been spent alone and terrified, but since then you've been sequestered with them. 

Frank and Billy sometimes started the night there, but usually they stayed out in the city. So did Matt Murdock, the blind lawyer with heightened senses who fought what little crime there was during the rest of the year. Frank and Billy stayed out to protect people as best they could. 

Billy changed the subject to talk about something he had seen on television but your mind still strayed to what was coming in just a few days.

The fourth annual Purge was almost there.

—

Five Hours Until Purge

—

The atmosphere in the diner was different than it was every other day of the year. Most of your staff didn't work on the day of the purge, but you stayed open for a few hours. You provided a good meal to anyone and didn't charge. It had been your routine since the purge started.

Tensions always ran higher near the purge, but it was nothing like the day of. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells, careful not to tip the balances in case the stranger you interacted with was someone who would want to hunt you that night. Many people probably thought that's why you didn't charge for serving day of.

Except you had a very different reason. You saw these people come in for a meal and recognized that for some of them, it was either going to be their last meal or the last meal before their lives changed irreparably. You wanted to take some of that stress away for them.

Billy thought you were insane for working the day of the purge but as long as you closed early, he wouldn't push the issue. The purge started at 7pm so you always closed by 5 at the latest. 

Your phone rang as you handed one of your three customers their food. With an apologetic smile you stepped away and pulled it out of your pocket. 

Speak of the devil. 

"It's only 2pm. You're early."

There was a stretch of silence on the other side that made you groan. 

"You need to wrap up early today."

There was a seriousness in Billy's voice that made a chill run up your spine. You waved at your lone waiter Enrique to let him know you were going to step in the back for a second. Once you were in your office, you sat down on the edge of your desk. 

"What's the matter? What's going on?"

One of the things you had learned about Billy was that there was always a reason for what he was doing. He was a very particular person that way. And even when he was serious about things, when he talked to you, it was always with a lightness in his voice. That lightness was gone. 

"I mean it. Close up now and come to the bunker."

A sense of foreboding went over you as you listened to Billy's deep breaths. 

"Billy, you're scaring me. Tell me what's going on?"

It wasn't your plea that made him sigh; it was you saying he was scaring you. 

"The person that…the guy that Frank and I dealt with overseas…he's made some threats about this purge. Just, please, come to the bunker."

You rubbed your hand over your bare arm. You didn't know much about the guy himself, but you knew what he was referring to. Agent Orange as he was known while they were overseas, someone high up in the government who made Frank and Billy do things they regretted. If he was making threats, something had to have happened recently. 

And it wasn't like they could handle it themselves. Sure, some crime happened during the rest of the year, but nothing that large. And higher up government officials were some of the only people off limits during the purge. 

"The purge doesn't start until 7. I have plenty of time to get there Billy. I promise I'll close at five on the dot and I'll head straight there."

He swore, your name mixed in the middle. Then you could almost imagine him gathering himself before he spoke again. 

"Get here as soon as you can. Promise me."

The ice that had gathered around your heart at the seriousness in his voice melted.

"I promise Billy."

—

Two Hours Before Purge

—

The sign on the door was flipped around to read that the diner was closed. Normally you opened up at 7 in the morning but you would be closed tomorrow as well. The diner had been covered in graffiti before, windows broken and some stuff stolen, so you always pushed back reopening for a few days so you could clean it up. Thankfully your insurance covered purge related damages. 

You finished your locking up and made sure everything you cared about was in the safe under the floor. Then you checked your purse for the bank deposit which you'd drop off in the morning. 

The mental checklist you had for the purge was mostly complete. Just needed to grab your bag which you'd already brought to the front and you could leave. You'd pull down the metal gate and lock up before you would head to the bunker.

The bell chiming over the door made you spin around. Then you cautiously poked your head out of your office.

Three men stood in the middle of the dinner. They looked normal enough, jeans and long sleeve shirts. One was wearing dress shoes as he looked up at the menu over the counter. 

"HI, sorry guys, I'm closed for the day."

The one closest to you spun around to face you with a confused look.

"The door was unlocked and the sign said open?"

You glanced at the door and sure enough, your sign was turned around. Unease settled in your stomach as you stared at the lock on the door which was obviously unlocked. But you remembered locking it and flipping the sign. 

"Must have slipped my mind, sorry about that. We are closed though."

The guy in the dress shoes smiled and pressed his hands onto the counter. 

"C'mon, we just want some coffee. Gonna be a long night."

That unease grew as the three men stayed standing on the other side of the counter. Your eyes darted to the clock on the wall.

"I already emptied the pot," you said as you clutched your bag a little tighter. 

"Fresh pot sounds good to me," the guy you assumed was the leader said before he pulled down a stool to sit. The others followed suit.

Shit. Okay, well you'd make some coffee and put it in to go cups. You almost wanted to lock the door again but with them in there, you weren't about to do that. Instead you walked out into the dining room and flipped the sign around. Then you grabbed your bag and carried it back to your office. You tucked your duffle and purse in a corner behind a cabinet before you headed back to the counter.

You kept one eye on the three of them as you started a new pot of coffee. They talked quietly amongst themselves, loud enough for you to hear they were discussing some sporting event they had gone to recently. A little of the unease let up but you didn't drop your guard.

The melody of your ring tone made you jump. As you pulled it out, you saw at least one of the guys sit up a little straighter. 

You didn't even look at the phone to know who it was.

"I haven't left yet," you said immediately, phone to your ear. 

God how slow was this coffee pot?

"It's after five, you should have closed. Leave the cleaning until later."

You made your way into the kitchen. When the swinging door shut behind you, you sighed.

"Had some stragglers want some coffee."

Billy's voice was cold when he spoke. 

"Fuck 'em. Tell them to get out. You're pushing it right now and you need to get out of there."

You moved to the side so you could see through the small window on the door. The men were all still talking but you had a feeling they were all on alert. 

Red flags shot up and made your hands shake. 

"Billy, I think…I think they may be…I might be in trouble."

You heard a swear. Then in the background you heard another voice. It was obviously Frank even if you couldn't make out what he was saying. 

"Yea, I got it," Billy said to Frank. Then to you, "Go back out there and talk to me. Make it loud but not obvious. Talk like you're talking to your boyfriend or husband, okay?"

You didn't want to go back out there but you had to. As much as you wanted to leave out the back door, you didn't want to leave them in your diner.

With Billy's steady voice in your ear, you stepped through the swinging door and went over to the coffee pot. Then, a little louder than you normally would have, you began to talk to Billy.

"Don't worry babe, I'll be finished here in a few minutes. I'm grabbing the to go cups now."

You grabbed the thickened Styrofoam cups and started to pour the coffee.

"Good, good. Alright, now I'm coming to you okay?"

"You're coming here? I thought I was meeting you there," you said loudly, half so they would hear and half because you were surprised. 

"Not anymore, not with you in danger. I'm leaving the bunker now and I'm speeding all the way."

The bunker was about 30 minutes away. You glanced up at the clock. Almost five thirty. 

"Okay, I'll see you in ten minutes," you said nonchalantly as you finished off the last cup. 

"Good girl, lie through your teeth. I'll be there in fifteen. Act like you're hanging up and put the phone down but don't disconnect. You're not going to be alone, okay?"

"Okay Billy, I'll see you in ten. Bye."

You pretended to hit a button on the screen and then locked it so that the light went away. You placed the phone face up. Then you grabbed the three cups and lids and carried them over to the guys.

"There's cream and sugar on the counter or by the door. I really do need to close up though."

The one who had done all the talking grinned and raised his hands after he dropped some bills on the counter. 

"We know when we're not welcome. Thanks for the coffee."

They grabbed a few packets of sugar and creamer and all made their way to the door. You watched it close behind them and sighed out gratefully. They really did just stop by for coffee. 

You grabbed your phone and put it back to your ear.

"They left."

"Lock the door and get your stuff. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Your heart skipped a beat. Even with the immediate danger being gone, you didn't want to be alone. 

"Please don't hang up."

"I'm not going anywhere sweetheart, I'm still on the phone. Go lock the door."

You sighed gratefully. Then you scurried to do as you were told. You locked the door and peered through the blinds.

The street was abandoned. The other stores you could see already had their gates pulled down. No cars were on the street, no people walking this way or that. Completely empty. 

You hurried back to your office and grabbed your bags again. You leaned against the wall and sighed. 

"Next year I'm not opening day of," you said as you closed your eyes and tried to slow your racing heart.

"No shit," Billy said sarcastically with a little relief in his voice. "I'm locking you in the bunker at 7am the day before. You have no idea how terrified I was when you said you thought you were in trouble."

You thought about the threats he had mentioned. Yea, you imagined he would have been scared. 

"I know that you're scared they might go through me to get to you, but–"

"I'm not worried about myself. Just like Frank isn't worried about himself. He worries about Karen and I'm worried about you."

Your heart skipped a beat for a very different reason.

"You don't have to worry about me Billy. I'm okay."

You heard him sigh over the low hum of the engine of his car.

"I can't help it. That's what you do when you lov–"

Billy's words were drowned out by glass shattering in the other room. You let out a scream and jumped away from the door. 

"What? What is it?!" 

"I don't know. It sounds like the window was shattered or something."

That low hum of his engine increased. 

"I'm almost there, okay? Just stay in your office. I'm almost there."

You opened your mouth to say you would, that you knew he'd be there soon. Instead all you could do was start to cough.

Some sort of smoke was filling your office. You coughed and tried to wave it away from your face.

"There's smoke…" you said as you coughed, trying to let Billy know what was going on.

"Smoke? Is the diner on fire?"

You opened your mouth to say no, it didn't smell like that kind of smoke. But your eyes drooped shut and you felt your body folding in on itself.

Your last thoughts as you distantly heard Billy yell your name was that this wasn't supposed to be happening yet. It was too early. 

—

There seemed to be a marching band performing in your head. Deep thudding and loud crashing, over and over. You squeezed your eyes shut as if that would help block the noise. Then with a groan you reached up to block your ears.

Well you would have if your hands would move. You frowned and opened your eyes, a process that took forever. Except…no, your eyes were open. So why was it so dark?

You took a deep breath out of fear. A cough erupted from your lungs from the force, but it didn't make it past whatever was in your mouth. 

Everything came screaming to a halt as it all came back to you. The men in the diner. Them leaving. The glass shattering in the front of the diner. Smoke filling your office. Billy telling you he was on his way. 

Billy. You'd been on the phone with you. He would have heard, wouldn't he? He had been close to the diner, he said he was almost there. 

Slowly you become aware of your body aching. Your right arm was stretched above you, tied to something with no slack. Your left arm was tied to something else that was lower but still tight enough you couldn't even wiggle them. Your legs were under you, bound at the ankles it felt like. Then you focused on your face. A blindfold and some sort of gag were on your face, keeping you disoriented and silent. 

And there was something heavy around your neck, resting on your sternum. You lowered your head to poke it with your chin. Metal, bulky. 

"Wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice said from your left. When you jerked, they chuckled. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Don't start messing with your necklace, okay? Unless you aren't interested in keeping your head attached to your neck."

You froze. It was some sort of device, whether a bomb or something even more nefarious, and it was primed to hurt you. 

"Is our guest awake?"

A second voice. You forced yourself to clear your mind of the fears that were growing. A sense of calm fell over you. Then you turned your remaining sense to the task at hand. You listened as the two men spoke. 

"She's up. Grab that for me, will ya?"

You heard something clang which made you jump. Then there was pressure on your arms. Whatever you were tied to started to adjust until you were standing, both arms outstretched. Your shoulders ached from the angle and the way your body was being lifted. 

With your ankles tied together, you probably would have wobbled or been unbalanced, but the mechanism holding you up bore most of your weight. 

"Did you grab the…ah, there. Let me see. Shit, locked. Hold on."

You felt something touch your right hand and you tried to flinch away. When that didn't work you forced your fingers inward. 

That didn't stop the man from prying your fingers open. When you tried to do it again, he yanked your pointer finger backwards to the point where you felt it pop. The scream you let out was muffled through the gag as pain washed over you from what was probably a broken finger. 

"Stop moving, jeez."

The nonchalance in his voice made your blood run cold. Then something was pressed against your newly broken finger making you cry out again but you forced yourself not to move. 

"There we go. Aaaaand…there!"

Your phone. That was the thing they had, the thing that was pressed against your pointer finger. They needed it unlocked. 

Not that you had any idea what he'd done with it. 

"I almost feel bad for her," the first voice said without a shred of sympathy in his voice. "Innocent bystander in this."

"No one is innocent. Remember that. And especially not–"

Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by a noise in the distance. It took you a minute minute recognize the sound. 

It was the siren that marked the beginning of the purge. Your blood ran cold even as you felt the heat of fear rush over your skin. 

"Ah, perfect timing."

Hands came to your head but you didn't move, frozen in fear. It didn't matter because all that happened was that your blindfold was removed. You blinked a few times to get your eyes adjusted to the dim light above you and take in your surroundings. Some sort of warehouse. Two men in front of you. 

One was one of the guys from the diner. The other was a shorter bald man who you didn't recognize. You'd definitely remember someone with a glass eye. 

"Let the games begin," the man with the glass eye said as he smiled at you. 

—

7pm

—

You'd never seen a shark up close but you imagined it looked a lot like the man with the glass eye that paced back and forth in front of you. There was something so unsettling about the man as he stood in a button up shirt and slacks. His attire wasn't threatening, his features weren't either. It was something else, something under the surface. Some animal instinct that made you sense that this was a predator and you were the prey.

The second man came over and undid the knot that held the gag in your mouth. He pulled it away and you immediately took a deep breath. Your chest hurt, a byproduct of whatever gas they used to knock you out, but you didn't cough this time. 

"Rawlins, here."

Something was passed to the man with a glass eye. You caught a glimpse of your phone case before he slid it into his pocket.

"You're in for a long night. Don't bother screaming for help. No one will hear you."

They kept you blindfolded and gagged before the start because if you somehow got away, you wouldn't be able to describe them. But now it was fair game. Except…

"You kidnapped me before the start," you said, your voice shaking a bit. 

The glass eyed man walked up until he was in front of you, his breath fanning against your face.

"That will be our little secret."

Because you weren't getting out of here alive. No one would know you'd gotten kidnapped before the start because there was no one around and you'd be unable to tell anyone after it was over because they were going to kill you. 

Billy. You'd been on the phone with Billy when it happened. You almost said as much, wanted to tell them they wouldn't get away with it, but you bit your tongue. You didn't want him to be a target. 

What did think when he got to the diner and saw that you were gone? He'd be worried, frantic. He'd probably try to find you, to bring you back. 

Maybe he'd avenge you. Like Frank did with the loss of his wife and kids. The first purge, he went after the people who killed them. Part of you thought that that's why he and Billy kept going out during the purge. To keep anyone else from going through the pain that Frank still carried with him. 

Then you thought about Billy. The phone conversation before the attack. 

You'd told him he didn't have to worry about you and he'd said he couldn't help it. The next part had been interrupted by the attack, but it'd sounded like he was going to say that's what you do when you love someone. 

You straightened your spine and stared straight at the man that had taken you. Pain radiated from your finger, your head was pounding. 

You weren't going to give in without a fight. That's what Billy would do, what Frank or Karen would do. It's what your parents would want you to do. 

This man could break your bones and your body but he wasn't going to break your spirit. If there was a way for you to survive, you'd find it. If there wasn't a way, you'd make him regret ever targeting you. 

Let the games begin indeed.

—

8pm

—

You had been mostly left alone. Every now and then someone would come in and take a picture of you with their phone, but you hadn't seen Glass Eye since the first confrontation.

The delay was probably part of the torture. Being constantly on edge was making you paranoid of every noise in the distance. The lack of distraction also meant your finger was hurting twice as much. You could just barely see it from your position but you didn't want to look at it.

Now that you didn't have people in the room with you, you looked around to get your bearings. It was definitely some sort of a warehouse. Your arms were strung from pieces of equipment that hung from the rafters but you didn't recognize any of it. There was a stale smell, like it hadn't been used in a while. 

You couldn't move around much because you didn't know anything about the contraption around your neck, but you could turn just enough to see a clock on the far wall. The hands were moving and it seemed to be correct. You watched the minute hand tick and tick from 8:05 to 8:10 to 8:15.

The door opened and someone came in. It was the leader of the group that you remembered from the diner. He grinned at you as he raised his phone to snap a picture of you. 

"Why are you doing this?"

He was as surprised as you were that you spoke. Then the question sunk in and he shrugged. 

"It's the purge. We can do whatever we want."

You shifted a bit, internally wishing your legs weren't tied together because you wanted to stand your ground. 

"And this is what you want? To kidnap and torture a stranger who has never done anything to you?"

He walked a little closer to you, looking you over. There was nothing sexual in his eyes, just a clinical once over. When he met your gaze again, you had a brief moment to think you might have misjudged him before he spoke. 

"I don't care what happens to you. I don't care about what happens to anyone. In the morning I'm getting paid a hefty sum, no matter if you're alive or not. That's all I care about."

The cold detachment in his voice made you shudder. Then he gave you that same grin from before as he turned to leave you alone once more. 

Your eyes went to the clock and you watched the minutes tick by. At 8:30 the door opened and someone else came in to take a picture of you. You didn't engage this time, just waited until they shut the door before you looked at the clock again. 

Once more at 8:45, another picture. Every fifteen minutes. You wondered why they'd be doing that if they weren't doing anything to you. It wasn't like you were changing much just hanging here.

Unless it was going to become some sort of sick flipbook of your twelve hours of captivation, you could only think of one reason that they were taking pictures of you like this. 

Proof of life.

—

9pm

—

After the picture at 9, you decided you needed to do something. Hanging here and waiting wasn't working for you. You were just about to start wiggling your left arm to see if you could work the ropes loose when the door opened again. 

Glass Eye walked in. He didn't immediately head over to you. First he went over to a table that had some black cloth on it. When he pulled back the cloth, you wanted to recoil. Laid out were different kinds of instruments. They all probably had legitimate uses, but in this room, you could think of only one.

He pushed the table over so that it was closer to you. Then he stepped back and raised a phone. It took you a second to realize he was holding your phone still. He snapped a picture and tapped away for a second before he stepped back and took another photo. 

The table. He was making sure the table was in view. What had been pictures for proof of life were taking a turn. This was more a threat of what was to come.

"Won't be long now," he said as he slid your phone back into his pocket. 

Then he turned and started away from you. Anger and fear rose in you until you blurted something out.

"Just do something you asshole!"

The outburst made him pause. He turned to look at you over his shoulder. Then he turned to face you fully. Your body began to shake as he walked towards you. A sigh of relief almost passed your lips as he bypassed the table, but it was turned into a groan as his fist came flying and slammed into your stomach. Another caught the side of your face and made your head jerk sideways. Another in your stomach again. 

As you doubled over as much as your arms would let you, you tried to catch your breath. You saw a movement and then flinched backwards as his hand grabbed your chin to raise your face.

Your phone was in front of you for a second before he pulled away. Then he turned to leave without a word.

The pain in your stomach was mild compared to the pain in your face. You felt something slowly dripping from your cheek and realized he must have split the skin over your cheekbone. Hell with that much pain he might have shattered your cheekbone. 

Taunting him obviously wasn't the way to go about things. 

You glanced at the clock and sighed. 9:12. Someone would be in soon for the next picture. Until then you'd close your eyes and wait.

—

9:56pm

—

The door opening made you look up in a rush. After Glass Eye had used you as a punching bag, no one had come in for the routine pictures. While you hadn't let your guard down entirely, you'd relaxed a bit to try to conserve energy. 

From the angry look on Glass Eye's face, you had to think you'd definitely need that energy. 

He moved over to the table and let his fingers run over the handles of various instruments before they landed on what looked like a scalpel. Your eyes narrowed as he picked it up and tested the sharpness on the pad of his thumb. 

Then he turned towards you with it. 

"You can scream if you need to. I won't let it disturb me."

You swallowed thickly as you stared at the item in his hand. You had a feeling you would definitely need to scream.

—

10:42pm

—

A flash made you squint your eyes. The sight of your phone disappearing in Glass Eye's blood stained pocket would have made you frown if you had the energy. Instead you just hung limply as you watched him leave. 

A glance at the clock told you it had been almost an hour. There were dozens of cuts and stabs all over your body. Nowhere that would kill you or make you bleed out. He was careful about that.

Tears ran over your face and mixed with the blood there. You weren't sure how many cuts he'd made in your face as you'd passed out at some point, but blood had dripped into your eyes. He'd taken a washcloth and cleaned your eyes because he wanted to make sure you could see him. 

Your eyes shut and you let yourself cry even though it hurt. The pain was too much. The scent of blood mixed with the vomit where you'd gotten sick at some point. 

In and out of the daze you found yourself in, you thought about the bunker. If you were there, you would all be settling in in the bedroom. There were cots and couches in there now so people could rest. Micro's kids would sleep but the adults would never fully give in to the need. Not until the siren went off again to say the purge was over. 

You wouldn't even close your eyes until Billy and Frank walked back through the door. Until you could personally check Billy to make sure he wasn't injured. 

You thought about all the times you tried to convince yourself--and sometimes Karen--that you weren't in love with Billy. The number of times you told yourself you were just friends. The number of times you tried to ignore the fact that Billy always looked for you first in a crowd, that when he got to the bunker he immediately went to your side so you could look him over, that he put your safety before everything. 

The fact that you would die before you got to say those words to him hurt you worse than anything Glass Eye could do to you.

—

11:27pm

—

"You've lasted longer than I expected," Glass Eye said as he dropped another of your fingernails onto the table. "Only passed out once that time."

You swallowed thickly to hold in more bile. Your lips were split from his punches and your teeth as you bit them to keep from begging him to just kill you. 

"I can see what Russo sees in you." 

It took a moment for that to sink in. You blinked the tears out of your eyes and turned your head a bit to look at him. 

He met your gaze with his one functioning eye, your blood splattered on his face and shirt. 

"Did you think this was random? That I just felt the urge to torture some random diner owner? My job means I can torture anyone I want to. No, I picked you on purpose. You're close to him and I…I want to hurt him."

Your eyes moved over his face as you thought about all of this. 

Hated Billy. His job was torture. Someone had called him Rawlins. Glass eye. 

Glass eye. It came to you slowly, a story from long ago. Back when Billy and Frank first told you and Karen what had happened overseas. Frank punched Agent Orange and shattered his cheekbone, ruining his eye. 

Glass Eye was Agent Orange. 

"I can see the wheels turning now. I guess I should be flattered that Russo would tell you about me." 

He shook his head as he put the pliers down on the table. You waited to see what he would pick up next. Instead of anything on the table he reached into his pocket and grabbed your phone. You looked up at him as he was getting the camera ready.

He looked surprised as he stared at you. You weren't sure why until he spoke. 

"Why are you smiling?"

Were you? You probably were. Only because a very important thought had come to you. 

"Billy is going to kill you."

The words felt like sandpaper in your throat from the screams, but the sentiment soothed your soul. Billy would avenge you and get his revenge all at the same time. 

Rawlins shook his head. He snapped the picture, tapped a few things in the phone before he put it back in his pocket. 

"I'm high up in the government. I'm untouchable."

You remembered that now. You'd heard Billy and Frank lamenting that fact sometimes. 

But now? You look at the pile of your nails on the table, the amount of blood you'd already lost. Felt every wound he had inflicted. Then you raised your gaze back to his.

"You won't be untouchable once Billy gets his hands on you."

A flash of something like fear went through Rawlins. For the first time since this all started, you had gotten under his skin.

It was small compared to everything he had done to you, but you still felt like you won this round. 

—

12:04am

—

In and out of consciousness, your mind drifted away from your body. You tried to imagine arriving at the bunker like this, but your mind refused. You couldn't see yourself with your friends again. 

You were going to die here. It had been your fear when you first realized you were kidnapped before the purge officially started, but as your entire body ached from the torture, you knew it was inevitable. Rawlins wanted to make Billy suffer but you had a feeling right now he was just playing with you both. The endgame was death; yours and Billy's probably. But yours would happen first. 

The door creaked open but you didn't look up. Not until you heard Rawlins speak.

"Someone wants to talk to you."

It took you a moment to register the words. Then it took another few moments to register he was holding a phone out towards you. Your phone. 

Since you highly doubted that he expected you to grab the phone, you just swallowed and tried to speak. 

"H-hello?"

Seconds later you heard a voice that made you want to cry. Billy. He said your name once, then again softer. 

"Are you okay?"

You thought about everything you'd been through since you'd been taken. The pain you were in, the blood you'd lost, everything. Then you let out a small laugh. 

"I've been better," you hedged instead of being honest. 

"Now you know she's alive, what about my terms?" Rawlins met your gaze as he said the next part. "You for her life. Turn yourself over to me and I'll release her."

You could see it in his eyes that this was a trap. He had no intention of letting you go. He never did. You felt the heavy weight of the device around your neck, felt every ache as it resounded through your body. 

You weren't getting out alive but that didn't mean that Billy had to suffer. He could stay safe, plan. Avenge you. 

"Wait, wait, please," you begged, your face a mask of fear that wasn't exactly faked. You needed Rawlins to believe you were about to plead for your life so he would let you speak. 

And it seemed like it worked because he gestured for you to speak. 

"Billy? Can you hear me?"

His voice cracked as he answered, "I can hear you."

You swallowed and closed your eyes, begged whoever was listening for the strength to do what you needed to. Then you opened your eyes and looked Rawlins in the eye. 

"Don't turn yourself in. He's going to kill me either way."

Rawlins looked like he wanted to hit you but he didn't give in to the urge. Instead he shifted a bit on his feet as he waited for Billy's response. 

"Rawlins. You've spent these years protected because of your position. That's the only reason that Frank and I haven't gone after you. You were untouchable, safe. But you made a mistake. You took someone else that we care about. You hurt her, you tortured her. You spent years safe in your anonymity but you came down to our level just to get to me. It means you're not untouchable anymore."

Rawlins swallowed thickly. He looked like he was trying to compose himself but there was an underlying anxiety that was coming out of him. 

You heard Billy release a breath and you realized you'd heard it before. That noise was one he made when he was centering himself. 

"Hey Rawlins? You look a little pale."

You understood the comment seconds before Rawlins did. He immediately started towards you, pulling a gun out from where it was tucked in the back of his pants. He didn't even get it raised before there was a loud pop. You'd been to the shooting range with Karen before so you recognized the sound of a gunshot. In the second after the sound you expected pain but none came. Instead you watched Rawlins spin around and clutch at his shoulder where you saw a darker blood spot blooming. 

"HE'S HERE! GET IN HERE!"

The other guys flooded in, somewhere between six and eight in total. You forced yourself not to close your eyes as gunshots exploded. The shot came through a window to the side and they all fired in that direction. Except you doubted they'd reach him.

Billy was a sniper. He didn't have to be nearby. 

The lights shattered as they were shot out. You bit back a scream as the sounds of the gunshots got more chaotic. You could imagine from various grunts and hollers that the other guys were getting struck, but you forced your attention to Rawlins as he approached you.

He reached up and undid the rope that held your left hand up. He held his gun to your forehead as he worked on the second rope on your right hand. 

You couldn't walk because your legs were still tied together, but there was a relief in not having your body being held up by your arms. And it seemed you didn't need to walk because Rawlins threw his arm around you and started to drag you sideways. 

You didn't get a chance to fight back because before Rawlins had pulled you three feet from where you'd been held captive for the last few hours, you felt your body being yanked to the side. Then you watched as a dark figure struck out at Rawlins. The gun went off but the bullet missed its mark as his arm was struck. 

The blanks were filled in by your hectic mind as you fell to your knees and dove for the dropped gun. The dark figure that was fighting Rawlins was Matt–Daredevil currently. 

Gun in hand, you crawled backwards until your back hit a piece of equipment. Gunshots lit up areas of the room, enough to see that there were people in the room fighting, not just shooting at each other. You recognized Jessica Jones, the alcoholic PI who also had super strength, and Luke Cage, the invulnerable man. Seeing all of them made you realize the scale of this rescue mission.

Someone came to your corner and you raised your gun. Hands flew up, one holding a small pen light. It gave off enough illumination to realize it was David. 

"Micro," you exclaimed in confusion. 

"I heard there was a need for IT support," he said with a gesture towards your neck. "Just keep that gun handy and shoot any unfriendlies that might come our way."

He knelt down beside you and started fiddling with the device on your neck. You kept your gaze on the rest of the room while he worked, barely letting yourself think that this might still end with you dying after all. 

You caught a familiar sight coming through the door. Frank and Billy marched in wearing dark tactical gear. They both went over to where Matt was fighting Rawlins but you thought you saw them both look your way first. 

"Only one missing is Karen," you muttered as you cooked your head to the side to give Micro more room. 

"She's driving the getaway car and has a rocket launcher for protection," he offered through teeth clenched around the pen light. 

A rocket launcher? Jesus. 

A yell made you look forward once more. It looked like someone was down and was surrounded. Your stomach flipped until you realized who was still standing. Matt, Jessica, and Luke were on one side, Frank and Billy on the other. There were lumps all over the ground, the other men that had been keeping you captive. That meant the person on the ground was…

Frank knelt down beside the man and started to slam his fists into his face. Over and over and over. 

Then you couldn't see it anymore. Instead you were looking at legs. The person that was standing in front of you knelt down until you could see their face.

"Billy."

Your eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see that he was looking you over. Since you could feel every bruise, abrasion, and cut on your face, you imagined what he was seeing wasn't very good. You gave him a smile that was probably more of a wince. 

"Shit. Are you…" 

You didn't think he was going to finish that sentence. It was obvious you weren't okay. Instead you took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pain that that brought. 

"You came for me."

He did a double take at that. Then he reached out and placed his hand gently on your knees which were bent at an odd angle. 

"Of course I…we did. Of course we did."

He pulled a knife from seemingly nowhere but you knew he usually kept one stashed on him. When you flinched, he clenched his jaw. Then he slowly moved the hand with the knife until he could cut the bonds around your ankles and knees.

"Aaaaand done!"

There was a click that accompanied Micro's words and then the device around your neck released some of the tension. He gently removed it from your neck and shoulders and stood up with it in his hands.

"This is a diabolical piece of hardware. If it had gone off, it would have been…I'm going to go…get rid of it."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his weirder than usual antics. When you turned to look at Billy to see if he noticed, he was glaring at Micro. 

Ah. That made sense. 

Frank came up to the two of you a moment later. Even though his suit was black, you could see the slickness of blood on him. You knew without a doubt Rawlins was dead. At this point they'd probably need to do DNA testing to get a positive ID. 

"Shit, how did you survive that? We need to get you out of here."

You tried to give him a smile but the reality of being safe meant that the adrenaline that had carried you through the events of the night was disappearing. All that was left in its wake was exhaustion and pain.

"I don't think I can walk," you admitted as you tried to force yourself to stand.

"I've got you. Just…I'm sorry, it's going to hurt."

Billy lifted you up, his arm around your waist. You winced but held on as tight as you could. Once you were upright, he ducked down and lifted your legs up in his other arm. Fully in his hold, you turned your face into his neck and closed your eyes. 

"You're safe now," Billy whispered into your ear.

You tried to stay awake and aware, but exhaustion swept over you. The feeling of being safe overwhelmed you and you slowly drifted off. 

—

1:12am

—

You woke up in the back of a car, your head pillowed on someone's lap. You squinted into the front and saw Karen in the passenger seat beside Frank. And Frank was…raising his gun out of the window?

And so was Karen. And so was whoever you were curled up on. You followed the arm above you to see Billy's face. He looked tense as he pointed the gun at something outside.

"You don't wanna do that kid," Frank said from the front seat. "This is not the car for you, you understand me?"

Oh. Someone must have been threatening to carjack you guys. Even if it wasn't the purge, you had a feeling that the reaction would have been the same. A few moments later you felt the car start moving again. 

Billy didn't drop the gun but his free hand lightly rested against your wrist. You reached up with your hand and covered his. 

"I'm right here sweetheart," he whispered down to you as he soothed his thumb over your wrist. "It's okay."

You closed your eyes again and nodded.

"I know it's okay. I'm safe with you."

The thumb paused and then continued to rub back and forth until you fell asleep again. 

—

2:30am

—

"All done," Curtis said quietly as he pulled off his gloves.

You peered up at him from where you were on a table in a secluded corner of the bunker. He'd met you all at the bunker and immediately started to work at patching you up. It had taken most of the first aid materials that were stored in the bunker before he was satisfied. 

"It'll take a few months for the nails to grow back," he said as he gestured to your wrapped fingertips. "The broken finger should heal in a few weeks. Everything else will take a few weeks but…you'll probably always have the scars."

You reached up and touched your face where you could feel various butterfly bandages. Curtis covered your hand and gently lowered it back down. 

"Not just those. The mental and emotional scars of your ordeal? Those are going to stick with you for a long time."

You nodded and closed your eyes. The moment you did, you saw Rawlins’ face. It made your eyes immediately pop back open. 

"I'll send Billy in."

With that Curtis went around the wall that separated this area from the rest of the bunker. You were alone for only a few moments before the anxiety fully gripped you. You slowly sat up on the table. As you started to swing your legs over the edge of the table, Billy came around from the direction Curtis had disappeared. 

"You shouldn't be getting up alone. Here. Let me help you to one of the cots."

He went to your side but hesitated. You sighed and tucked your hands against your stomach. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

Billy nearly jumped away from you at that. 

"What in the hell are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong."

"If I'd just closed earlier, none of this would have happened."

He swore at that. 

"You think this is your fault? You're an innocent bystander in all of this. You didn't deserve this. Rawlins only took you because he knew it would hurt me." He pressed his freehand on the table near you. "If either of us are to blame, it's me. Me and Frank are the reason…"

You reached out and covered Billy's hand with yours. He hesitated before he covered yours as well. 

"How about we just agree that he was a monster and the fault lies with him?"

Billy laughed at that. He bowed his head down and shook his head. 

"Have I thanked you for saving me?" 

His head shot up and he met your gaze. You watched as he seemed to fight with himself for a second before he leaned in and pressed a very gentle and chaste kiss against your lips. 

"You never have to thank me for that. You are one of the few people I actually care about. It's my job to protect you."

You thought about the words that he had almost said before you were kidnapped, the words you longed to say back to him. Then you leaned in and pressed a slightly longer kiss to his lips. 

For now you would keep the words to yourself, but not for long. You knew for a fact how short life could be.

—

7am

—

The siren sounded in the distance, a voice saying the annual purge was over. You heard the soft sighs of David and his family. Karen rubbed her red eyes and leaned a little heavier against a freshly showered Frank. He kissed her forehead before he looked over at you and Billy.

"It's over."

This year. You didn't want to think about that so instead you nodded. Billy's arm around you tightened. 

"Same routine as usual. Stay here for another hour to make sure everything is done out there. Then we go home and try to rest."

You thought about your diner, wondered if it was even still standing. As if he was reading your mind, Billy pressed a kiss to your temple.

"We'll check it but then I'm taking you home. I want to keep an eye on you for a few days."

"No complaints here," you said quietly as you leaned against his shoulder.

You met Karen's eye across the room. You knew that this has been a big deal for everyone. Not just your kidnapping although you knew they all cared about you. Also because this was the final revenge for both men. Frank got to kill the man that caused the death of his family and Billy apparently got to put a few bullets into him to start with. 

The purge was over. Maybe things would change and it would be the last one. Hopefully. If not, you knew next year you'd do things differently. 

Billy would see to that. He would keep you safe.

You felt him press a kiss to your temple again and you smiled in spite of your pain. It wasn't exactly a happy ending, but it was a good one either way. 

X

Thank you for reading this year’s Halloween fic! I hope you enjoyed.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #my writing #stay don't go #halloween fic

[all3ys]

Mine and a friend's S5 predictions (it turned into a wishlist kinda-)

-El, Robin and Steve die (PLEASE BE WRONG)

-Byler,🤞🤞 jancy, lumax and jopper endgame frfr

-Painting will be relevant

-Dustin or Lucas will get deeply hurt (physically)

-El will break up with M*ke

-Rovickie endgame‼️‼️ unless robin dies

-Byler in the upsude down WILL USING A GUN PELASEE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

-"The crawl" is gonna be a plan by dustin 🤞

-WILL COMING OUT‼️‼️‼️ WILL COMING OUT PLEASEEEEEEEEE‼️‼️🤞🤞🤞🙏🙏

-Byler gets murray'd (PLSPLSPLPLSPSL)

-Enzo is helpful🤞

-El is gonna be single and happy🙏🙏

-Karen is gonna be so girlboss and important in this season🙏🙏 SHE IS GONNA DIVORCE TED WHEELER‼️‼️‼️

-New creatures in the upside down

-Will and Mike go missing in the upside down (like will in s1)

-Mike wrote letters to will he didnt send (this is so fanfic help)

-Dustin's clock theory thing

-Eddie does NOT come back. Let my man die in peace ... He is NOT gonna be a mf vampire

-Max is gonna be useful to defeat vecna AND SHES GONNA WAKE UP‼️‼️

-will and robin friendship PLEASEEEEEEEDEEEE🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞

-JUST LET WILL BE HAPPY PLEASE PLEAS E PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-😁😁😁😁🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

-Fuck vecna beuh

-JOPPER WEDDING!!!!!!!!

-no time Skip PLEASEEE UGHHH

-BYLER KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS PLSPSLSPSLSOSLS

-Just let them be happy PLEASEE UFGHHHF

-I hate mileven if milkvan is endgame i will (bad word) 😢😢 (i respect milevens dont be mad at me this is just a joke🙏)

-Erica is gonna be so helpful my pookie

-Robin and nance friendship yes

-Mike with a ponytail pls... (For will not for me)

-idk just let will be happy pls.!!

-The forever clock will be tied in

Murrays bunker (Dustin's s3 clock)

-Maybe holly will like have some importance or smth

-Max is trapped in Vecna’s mind but somehow manages to communicate with el and can therefore help

-I feel like the scene the duffers cut of Mike crying on the way home will probably show up

-Jonathan will say sometjing to mike (about will 🤨)

I just want Will to be happy 🙏🙏🙏

#byler #jopper #will the wise #st4 #byler is canon #anti mileven #blue meets yellow in the west #byler is endgame #byler theory #st5 speculation #stranger things #ronance #karen wheeler #mike x will #will byers #mike wheeler

[gayofthefae]

How is housing gonna work? Cute fanfic trope of Will in Mike’s room is cute and all but they wouldn’t just let Jonathan sleep in Nancy’s every night and where would Joyce sleep?

The cabin has one bedroom, which is El’s, and Hopper slept on the couch. I guess maybe like El and Will could share and both Joyce and Hop could be on the living room chair/couch? But then where is Jonathan? Or maybe the cabin could stay the same and Will and Mike could stay together, Holly go with Nancy and Jonathan take her room?? But then where would Joyce go, Karen takes the main bedroom and Ted sleeps in the La-Z-Boy so on the couch by Ted? Jonathan and Nancy will be 20 after the 3 year jump so I guess they could have their own place (but idk about introducing a new set with everything else already going on??) Oh! And not to mention a) is Argyle staying (and where are his parents) and b) Dmitri Antonov??? Is he...here? They mentioned him moving to Indiana (and if so, where is his son? and if not, how is he not being hunted still?)

OH. BOOM SOLVED IT. Murray literally lives in a fucking BUNKER. And it is now the APOCOLYPSE. Can’t believe I didn’t think of it before, that’s perfect. Also only hilarity can ensue if Murray is harboring the Byers/maybe Hopper-Byers + Antonov and Argyle(who not only left Cali but also stole a pizza truck btw??). We know that Murray has a place to sleep upstairs, a pullout sofa in the study, another bedroom, and a couch in the living room. So he would still be sleeping there, leaving 3 other places (four if there was a second couch/chair I think?) for the remaining Jonathan, Will, and Joyce. Okay, figure it out, Argyle and Dmitry ig. Wait, but why would the Hopper-Byers not live together? 

You know what! We have never seen the extent of Murray’s bunker! Executive decision, everybody move to Murray’s bunker because that is the funniest option and still allows for plenty of same room/same bed etc. or whatever kind of living together tropes you want.

#stranger things #byler #hopper byers #jopper #dmitry antonov #dmitri antonov #murray bauman #holly wheeler #mike wheeler #eleven hopper #jim hopper #joyce hopper #will byers #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jancy #karen wheeler #ted wheeler #OMG IMAGINE TED AND MURRAY'S INTERACTIONS IF WE GOT THEM #argyle

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Sabretooth War part 8 time

and again, doing it from tower so we can have panels, so that also means a cut to save dash space

bwahahaha idk but that over the top warning box just had me burst out laughing. i sure hope some karen complained that this storyline was too over the top pointlessly graphic (ok i din't really, because again i do enjoy bloody fights, but this is all just edgelordy nonsense for the sake of being unpleasant)

anywhos, onto our story in progress proper

i already mentioned the preview pages, and commented that i liked the parallels in the storytelling, and the Holly Bright/Bonnie Hale things. but the fact that Victor's admitting that he's a victim...has that ever happened before?

aw crap, Savage is dead-dead. i was hoping maybe she wasn't, like how Capt wasn't for an issue, since she wasn't decapitated. but nope, we can't have fun here.

Laura tauntsGraydona nd jumps out a window. he says screw it all.

Logan's getting patched up by Oya and monologing internally about how it;s so great to have no powers and could die at any moment...didn't we do this song and dance years ago before you died dude? also, you're not gonna be able to move very easily with that super heavy metal skeleton that your body won't compensate for properly without your healing factor. you know the adamantium poisoning is gonna get you. we've done this before; stop being so blasé about it.

Nekra thinks Logan's plans are dumb. Mr OC tries a psychic tap and freaks out because Graydon is so much worse than Victor? uh...wut. wiener boi, even in new shiny tinfoil mode, is not as large scale of a threat as you're making him seem. i'm sorry, but no. you cannot excuse taking the spotlight off of a main character because the wieners secondary (tertiary even) character is now the big bad and final threat. i'm just...uhg. Graydon is a wiener, and he has his purposes, but this isn't one of them. "extra dimensional tech will make this easy' yeah, uhhu, sure. you know what would've made this make sense; us seeing HOW we got this cool maybe. because you give the wiener a shiny gun doesn't mean we will immediately think he's cool and capable; it just makes him look like a wiener with a gun and make we should duck because he's probably doing to accidentally shoot himself with it.

and how do you know about that! you weren't part of the Pit Gang conversations. bad writing!!

so Logan takes the Pit Gang (trio really at this point) to his apocalypse bunker. and they fight bears. this is padding.

no it wasn't, stop lying Logan

cut to teh Greenhouse...

THE BOI IS BACK!!!!! where was he? what's he been doing? IDK AND IDC!! he's not dead, he's still here, he's in a panel. i'm not even paying attention to the rest of the page, what's going on...

Black Tom is making them a vegetable plane to go help Laura cause the them got her help texts. mk. and Cuckoo is getting a text from Quint-head that Vic is breaking out of the Audrey Two

and cut back to Logan and friends, and he's in adamantium armor with a Muramasa blade. yeah...lame. if this was to sell action figures maybe, but we don't do that anymore these days. so this is just uhg. also, didn't Laura have one of these getups? are we now repeating the OTHER Wolverine because we don't have enough new ideas???

whelp, this one wasn't so bad (why'd it warrant such a comedic warning idk lol). we progressed a bit, we got some flashbacks, we got a lot of dumb padding/stretching. but Arkady is confirmed still here, and in part 8, so i'll take it. (still not convinced my conspiracy theory that he was originally supposed to be dead in part 1 and it was changed last second isn't true...he has no lines in these 2 pages and could've been added in after the fact...he still isn't in the opening lineups yet Aurora and Northstar are and they haven't appeared in a couple issues)

#kp reads comics #kp rants about comics #sabretooth war #victor creed #sabretooth #arkady rossovich #omega red

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The Entire Main Cast of Stranger Things are Autistic have some headcanons - Part 3!

Boy, this took too long. S4 really stuck up on us, huh? I imaging I’ll have thoughts about the new folks once the season airs. Parts 1 and 2!

Joyce:

Just sort of Knew her boys were Like Her and never questioned it.

She’s the biggest advocate for self-advocacy, if that makes sense. Like, if someone tells her they need a break she will give them a quiet space and hot chocolate if they’d like and HEAVEN HELP anyone who tries to interrupt. Lucas is Resting. Don’t You Dare :)

She did not intend to develop a special interest in magnetism and electromagnetic power but Here We Are Karen did you know that-

Made herself a small weighted blanket by sewing a bunch of smooth river pebbles into an old quilt. The Nice Clacky Sound is a Bonus.

Paces to stim. At this point she’s worn down paths in the floorboards.

Masked her way through high school and then just…dropped it as an adult because she had more important things to spend spoons on. The Hawkins General Public was…opinionated.

Food is better when it’s Cold. It just is. She and El bonded over unmicrowaved Eggos.

Hopper

Guess who has no idea how emotional regulation works YOU DO YOU DO

What do you mean everybody doesn’t secretly hate talking to other people and just never talk about it. What do you mean people actually think small talk is fun.

He needs the Rules and he needs them to be followed. It’s why he joined the police and why he can be so strict with El.

Facial expressions are overrated.

Music is stimmy as heck and he blasts it super loud when he’s alone in the cabin

Also rubs his hands all over his beard because the scruff is nice.

Either hyperverbal or completely nonverbal, no in-between.

Murray

Okay first of all this man lives in a quiet, dark, solitary bunker where he can just do his job and never has to interact with anyone he doesn’t want to. Dude’s living the dream.

The brain-to-mouth filter is selective at best.

He can only read the others as well as he can because they’re also on the spectrum so they’re all on the same length. This makes him feel very impressive and professional.

What does that facial expression mean. Hell if he knows. You get it, right Jim? Jim?

Hypppperrrrrrfocussssss

He kind of hated these kids up until the point he realized they Get It, and now he’s dubbed himself the Teacher of Not Giving A Fuck. Joyce and Hopper have...mild concerns, mostly because he’s usually half-drunk when trying to teach these lessons.

Food textures...Bad. Except when they are Good. But usually Bad.

#stranger things #Joyce Byers #Jim Hopper #Murray Bauman #autistic headcanon

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@lasthymn plotted for grandpappy bobster

MY RESET, MY ACHING REGRETS. IS THERE STILL TIME?

The sound of a frustrated knee groaned out between the bunkers walls. Aging hadn't come suddenly, it's ill-confined hooks had planted years prior - yet the noises of a man in his 60's became nearly inescapable. Tumultuous thoughts lay in his heavy head while staring at the much younger boy. Amara's reset had been successful, rising Robert out of an early grave - still. He felt displaced. The bunker was no cabin in whitefish, no home in South Dakota. He missed the wallpaper, the books, the musky scent of long term text.

Sioux Falls held important memorabilia. Karen resided there, in the flooring, in the foundation. Nothing quite made up for the lack of warmth that sat deep below aspirating lungs. Dean and Sam so frequently jetted to an important place or two and though Robert waded in his proudness of his boys, there was a sense of burden to it all. Even his girl had aged, though they managed to bond once again over their shared confusions towards their newfound adjustments.

"Looks good, kid." He nodded with eyes planted firmly on the picture before him. "Ya want some help on the eyes?" Nothing too intensive, quick art. It took him back to Sam's youthful habits, though. The two had a few things in common. Soon enough Bobby was pulling a carpenters pencil from behind his ear and adding shaded elements. "Used to do this with Sam, long time ago."

Long time ago.

#lasthymn #I don't know why but this made me so emotional #it's not even that sad??? ugh #t: bobby singer

[roseunspindle]

this is for harmless silly fun, also what is a time line?

John Winchester crawls out of hell...nods to his kids...and then instead of heaven, finds himself in the bunker (he finds out what it is later) during a get together of sam and dean, their families and kids, and various friends.

Dean's family consists of Him, Cas, and Benny (returned with Sam from Purgatory)

Their kids are Emma (Sam found her as a baby in purgatory and still feeling horribly guilty over her death, brings her back through, without the amazon magic/forced growth, she reverted to infancy. Dean cried when Sam handed her to him.

As of John's arrival she looks something like...

She has her amazonian strength and powers, only without the firced aging and whatnot she isn't bound to kill her father nor does she want to. (except when he makes her eat vegetables) She and Gertie are best friends. Dean gave her the middle name Karen, in honor of Bobby's late wife.

Cas, Dean, and Benn have also adopted a little boy, who's parents were the victim of a Djinn. They didn't mean to keep him but...Dean is and always will be a sofite for small chidlren.

Joseph "Jo" Robert Winchester

John is not okay...how is his good, obdient soldier son married to a damn vampire, an "angel" and one of his kids isn't even really human?

Sam's marriage is even more perplexing (upsetting/infuritating) to John.

Sam himself...John wants to take a a pair of scissors to his younger son's head so badly...

No, this kid of his is "married" to three people. He and Dean both claim their multi-partner marriages are accetable by virtue of being "married by God"

Sam's wife is a girl, she's nineteen, Claire Novak-Winchester, who weirdly refers to Dean, Benny, and Castiel as Pops, Papa and Dad...apparently she and Sam texted a lot and when she asked to him to go hunting with her after she graduated high-school...they fell in love. That would be...somewhat comprehensible...then his other two partners are men and one is supposedly both the Pagan God Loki as well as being the Archangel Gabriel and the other is Satan...fucking Lucifer. John's pretty sure if he wasn't still technically dead he'd have a stroke.

Even worse, before he got married, he'd had a breif fling with a 300+ year old witch Rowena and had a daughter with her. Mary-Ellen Winchester. He's the primary parent for her as Rowena was "well aware of her lack of motherly instincts"

(looked up red haired baby plaid on pinterest XD)

Then apaprently after Sam andClaire got together properly with Lucifer! and Gabriel Claire had a baby with Satan. (in this world it just wouldn't make sense for Lucifer to purposefully have a child with a random woman) Claire is a big incredibles fan though so her baby's name is Jack James Novak-Winchester, and his nickname is Jack-Jack. With Lucifer and Gabriel supporting her and helping her Claire survived her pregnancy pretty easily. Jack-Jack wasn't planned but Claire decided to go ahead with the pregnancy as she figured the word wasn't presently ending, she was already pregnant, she was in a stable relationship and had plenty of extra parents and family to care for the baby even though she personally wants to keep hutning.

*in this world Lucifer was kinda just sad but impressed that Sam "beat" him. They hung out in the cage, Sam and Adam acting as family therapists for Michael and Lucifer. Michael was more...shell shocked over the failure of the apocalypse and that his father let this happen...by the time Death comes to retrieve Sam's soul they are all fairly okay with each other. Adam and Sam have bonded. Michael has gotten to the point where he can admit "father must have changed his mind" if not that God may have abbandoned them or not care anymore. It's only been 180ish years. Death is rather delighted that he doesn't have to block Sam's memories, as Sam, if a bit...odd from having had exactly four people to hang out with for nearly two centuries, is pretty stable. (He still finds having flesh and actual places to go weird at times). He is upset that Dean didn't think to "rescue" Adam.

So when Amara rises and they go to Lucifer's cage the intent is to see if Lucifer and Michael will help and get Adam out. Sam...had come to care for Lucifer during their cage time and Lucifer had said that he didn't feel an urge to destroy all human life anymore. It was still a mega show of trust that had Sam saying yes to Lucifer this time. Adam is perfectly fine serving as Michael's vessel, withour coersion this time.

Post God and Amara making up, with Samifer and Michadam honestly more refereeing the argument than actually doing much fighting.

God remakes Nick's body, now capable of holding Lucifer and young john winchesters that Sam and Adam might be free. Adam, who is happily in love with Michael just laughs and laughs over getting to finally have some "daddy" issues of his own.

Gabriel is rescuded from Asmodeus and he and Lucifer reforge their bond. It's actually Claire who gets Sam to admit his mega in love with both angels.

Adam and Michael are dating.... (John doesn't quite know how to look a his youngest child...)

Kevin and Samandriel are together with their own rescue baby. There had been a haunting that Kevin found on accident. The little girls parents survived...but...they weren't very good parents. (hello sad beige parents who viewd their child as more of an acessory than as a human) Dean had jokingly called the girl "Kevin Jr." when he came back with her, the little girl barely verbal due to ghost and parent trauma. From then on she refused to be answer to any other name.

Mrs. Tran adores her granddaughter.

(looked up "five year old girl" on pinterest, thought this pic was perfect for Kevin Jr.)

Garth and his family are attending.

John's even more alarmed when actual demon's are also in attendance. Abbadon, Crowley , and Meg. Meg makes kissy faces at him.

#supernatural #no one take this seriously please #fic #dean x cas x benny #sam x claire x gabriel x lucifer #brief mention of past samwena #midam spn #kevin x samandriel #fanfbabies

[blessyourhondahurley]

Saving Memories One Page at a Time

Cas takes up scrapbooking with a passion and Dean tries his best to avoid getting involved.

Suptober prompt: Wicked Flufftober prompt: Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies Fictober prompt: “How would that even work?” Inktober prompt: Scallop

(Read on AO3)

“Dean, would you like to help me?” Cas looks up from the kitchen table, which is currently covered with several teetering piles of crafting supplies, and offers his boyfriend a beseeching smile.

Dean has been avoiding this conversation all week.

Newly human and blessed with almost endless spare time now that Sam's hunter network covers the majority of cases in the country, Cas has been trying out some hobbies. In the past few weeks, he's knitted dozens of scarves and hats (most of which have been donated to the homeless shelter downtown). There's a new garden behind the Bunker, lush and thriving. He passed level 12,000 on Candy Crush. And he dusted off a film camera that he'd found on a back shelf of the library and used it to produce approximately a metric shit-ton of photographs. Cas has now thoroughly documented the Bunker, its inhabitants, their daily routines, their every meal, the garden and its surroundings, and just about every stray mammal in the county.

These pictures cannot simply be shoved into a shoebox like Dean had assumed, however. Oh no no. They must be lovingly preserved, a handful at a time, on acid-free paper, in themed groupings, adorned with complementary accents, borders, rubber stamps, stickers, and hand-calligraphed inspirational quotes.

In other words, Cas has gone gaga for scrapbooking. And he wants Dean to join him.

Now, never let it be said that Dean shies away from the creative and the domestic arts. Once he settled into the Bunker and let himself shake off his Dad's bullshit rules for “How a Man Should Act,” Dean dove headfirst into homemaking.

He's got a Pinterest board where he saves recipes that the whole family will eat (because you try cooking a casserole that can be enjoyed by a Meat Man, a Paleo-flexitarian, a freshly-fallen connoisseur of individual molecules, and God Himself with a four-year-old's palate). He's dabbled in interior decorating, running up their bottomless credit cards at Pottery Barn and IKEA to freshen the living areas with overstuffed couches and coordinating throw pillows. And when someone's got a ripped flannel or a pair of jeans that needs to be altered? Dean's the guy with the mad needle skillz they all turn to.

Scrapbooking, though? That feels a little too much like the sort of thing Karen from the suburbs does with her time, in between wine-soaked book club meetings with her gal pals and clandestine dalliances with the pool boy. Dean is firmly uninterested.

But Cas has been sending out increasingly loud “come join me” signals ever since he pasted his first snapshot of a sunset onto a piece of blue card stock last Tuesday. All week, whenever Dean took some downtime in the Dean Cave or popped a squat in the library, within a few minutes Cas would be at his elbow, spreading out his supplies and casting hopeful glances his way. It's become harder and harder for Dean to pretend he doesn't know what Cas wants here. Yesterday he got so desperate, he faked a wicked migraine and slunk off for a 3-hour nap. But now here he is, cornered.

“Uhhh,” Dean replies, stalling for time. “Help you... How would that even work?”

“Well, you could assist me in choosing the accent colors, or you could take over trimming the scalloped border pieces. Or you could make your own page, if you like. I can show you how!” Cas eagerly clears a space among the mounds of stationery supplies and lays out a fresh sheet. Dean knows when he's been defeated. With a sigh, he plops down on the chair next to his boyfriend.

Cas launches into a spirited tutorial on the joys and pitfalls of assembling an attractive page. Dean tries to pay attention, but he can't help it – he tunes out almost immediately. Cas is nattering on, shuffling paper around on the table, and Dean's nodding and thinking about which cars in the motor pool are due for an oil change. He's not listening to any of it, until...

Cas hands him a sheet of cowboy hat stickers. “I thought you'd enjoy these,” he says with a smile. “Oh, and also...” Cheeseburger stickers. A rubber stamp of the Metallica logo. A 4-inch die cut of a pristine black 1967 Chevy Impala.

“Holy shit,” Dean says with wonder. “Marry me.”

Cas freezes for a few seconds, then croaks, “What?”

The words had kind of slipped out of Dean's mouth, but he means them. Cas knows him better than anyone else ever has. He's thoughtful and sweet, and he wants to share his weird hobbies with Dean, and Dean loves him so goddamn much. He plucks the die cut from Cas's limp fingers and places it reverentially on the table, then takes his boyfriend's hand.

“You're awesome, and I love you. Marry me.”

Cas grins. “Yes.”

The first page they work on together commemorates their engagement. Dean puts a cowboy hat sticker on it.

#suptober22 #flufftober2022 #fictober22 #destiel #destiel fluff #day 04 #supernatural

[bugsbenefit]

okay i'm back on my Wheeler parenting style bs but it's seriously so interesting to me. because every family we get has a very distinct and different dynamic and parenting style and the Wheelers get an unusual amount of screentime compared to all the other families that aren't directly plot relevant so were naturally seeing more of their family dynamic. overall there's:

Lucas has the arguably healthiest home life, with both his parents seeming happy, loving, and entirely supportive of their kids. Lucas can ask them for advice freely. which you can also see reflected in Lucas' A+ conflict resolution skills

Will also has a really supportive family but because of his experiences with the UD he also describes his family as suffocating at times. meaning well, but also coddling him at times

Max comes in with the more actively extreme case. until Billy dies in s3 she's living in an actively abusive to toxic household where half the family is unpleasant to be around at best and at worst an actual danger

Dustin's a father being completely out of the picture isn't portrayed as either something good or bad. but his mom, while clueless, is loving, asking how he is and tries to support him and his hobbies (even if she doesn't get them)

...and then you have Mike where the entire joke is that his parents don't really care about what him and Nancy do. they're not an actively abusive household like Max's, they're not supportive like the Sinclairs or Byers and they don't even fall into the oblivious support category Dustin's mom accomplishes, because They Don't Care. that's the whole joke. it's literally The running gag. no other family becomes the butt of the joke like them and we get consistent reminders of that dynamic in every season

they miss their 12 year old hiding an entire person in their house in s1 (they really leave him alone in that basement). they don't even notice her up in his room. and their obliviousness to that is so frustrating when Brenner visits them and dumps the news on them

but they learn Nothing from that because just a year later their kids disappear again and they don't even care they're gone for 3 full days. Mike is busy almost dying in the second lab massacre in the last 6 years (that place has a horrible track record holy shit), and Nancy is out of state in a conspiracy theorists bunker. but Karen and Ted are happy with the explanation that they're at "Will's and Ally's" for an undetermined amount of time and never question that further

and maybe Karen Does learn a bit now because she tries to bond with Nancy on personal issues in s3, which is a good start. but in the meantime her other kid (who she's apparently still expecting to "come to her when he's ready") is trapped in a mall with a human meat monster and almost dies AGAIN

honestly no wonder Karen is so relieved to see Mike alive by the end of season 4 because she ended almost all previous seasons realizing how bad things were. because that's the Thing. the Wheelers DO continuously find out that something's going on, they just choose to look away. the absent parenting style is a CHOICE

in s1 they can SEE how bad Mike is doing when he comes home after thinking he saw Will's body, which gets him a hug and 0 talks or help after

by the end of s1 they're TOLD Mike hid a dangerous person in their house and they never address that further

at some point post s2 they have to HEAR about the weird massacre at the local lab that happened just as their kids were missing. it's locked off and closed down after so some news must have come out

by the end of s3 their kids end up in the parking lot of the burning local mall in the middle of the night. how are their kids involved? how did this happen? were they just dropped off at home by Owen's men in the middle of the night? since they still don't know anything in s4 those questions apparently weren't discussed very well

and after s3 they have to undoubtedly READ about the missing cases in town that all fell victim to the MeatFlayerTM

but they're SO good at looking away

they choose to wait until their young children approach them for help instead of offering. they never follow up on potential danger they were in. they just keep going and ignoring obvious problems or inconsistencies at hand. when Mike starts acting out in s2 after seeing El "die" they deal with the inconvenient consequences by punishing him instead of trying to ask questions

their whole parenting style is avoidant, it's seriously so bad. from a child developmental perspective they're following the perfect guide on what parenting styles are Not recommended

only season 4 seems to finally snap them back to reality, but it takes the entire town starting a satanic withhunt against their son for them to finally realize they should probably DO something

and Karen and Ted's ability to just look away is so interesting to me honestly because of how much our attention is drawn to it. it comes back as a consistent joke almost every season. they don't know where their kids are or what they're going through. they don't even know about the UD despite the headquarters of operations literally being right under their noses (their actual basement). from a writing perspective that choice was probably another joke about the Wheelers inattentiveness

#Ted and Karen's parenting style is seriously a train wreck and a half #they really asked is anyone going to watch these children and then left before anyone could answer #so so curious how they'll develop in s5 thought because s4 finally set them up to take action and Act for once #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #ted wheeler

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G'Day! Name's Bear/Beary! I'm the creator of the Other AU, an AU where the Rescue Corps have tragically died but have since been reborn as Creature Leafling Hybrids thanks to Olimar and Louie saving them.

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I'm the creator of the Shroomy/Anti X Karen ship, ShroomKitty (since I have never seen it done before and I can only presume I created it)

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐔)

I didn’t really have your typical upbringing. I mean, even before, when I had no mom and an alcoholic piece of shit father. All it did was make for a 12-year-old runaway burdening his Uncle Wayne’s doorstep. And sure, that’s normal-ish, but then the world ended. I don’t think anyone was really shocked – mean, yea it was shocking to the masses of mindlessly pathetic capital pigs twiddling their thumbs never asking questions of why or should I – but I digress. It wasn’t really much of a shock to those whose lives had been shaped by the Upside Down before the end of times. Robin kind of always thought it might after all the times it had screwed our little rag-tag group over, but then it finally happened. How it happened, now that’s where it gets interesting.

In 86’ we thought we’d finally defeated Vecna. I had only just joined in on the fight, but apparently, this guy was tired of waking, eating, and sleeping —or I think that’s how his evil cliche monologue went (truth be told I remembered every word because… well… he wasn’t exactly wrong on that front, but whatever) – and decided it was his purpose to turn earth into some monster fucked hellscape. The superhero girl gave him a hell of his own using magic powers though and the world was saved… except that didn’t quite end up happening. See, Max… she didn’t quite make it to the hospital before letting go. It wasn’t until two days later that everything changed.

And by “everything,” I mean cold-blooded creatures. 

And by “changed,” I mean supernatural cancer that caused temperatures to plummet and weather to shift, an overwhelming increase of fungi and sense of rot, and an unhealthy appetite for death. Flower-faced-face-sucking-fuckers, giant spider thingies, mutated bats: You name it. There’s a lot of them.

I knew this one kid, whose cat was eaten by his “pet lizard,” Dart, which turned out to be one of those juvenile flower-faced-face-sucking-fuckers. Man, Dustin loved Dart… and that cat.

So, for most of human history, if you wanted to kill a bat, all you needed was a glue trap. Well, suddenly you needed a shotgun – thank God for Nancy Wheeler. And sometimes even a tank. And sometimes… even that doesn’t work. Especially if you don’t stay in the tank.

Eventually, the really big ones and our military took each other out. We lost 95% of the human population in about a year. Mean, that’s one way to combat overpopulation issues, but… that’s a lot of Bobs… and a lot of Barbs that never deserved to die (Billy can suck my --).

Those of us who survived, we hid anywhere we could. Bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So, for the last seven years, I’ve been living in an underground bunker. It’s not as bad as it sounds. Really. It’s a great group of people, and we all love each other. It’s kinda what I imagined college would have looked like (not like I’d ever be caught dead there even before all this shit).

“Are you sure he’s asleep?”

“Who?”

“Eddie. Who else?”

“Yeah, he’s asleep.”

“Hang on. Shh.”

“He’s not awake.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just you.”

“I just… I don’t…”

“Eddie. Eddie.”

“See? He’s not awake. It’s just you.”

Dear Stevie,

I am wide awake. I’ve just gotten really good at not really moving or breathing. Being stuck in a survival bunker with a bunch of people who have all found their soul mate is less than ideal. Karen and Ray got together a few months ago, so they’re still kinda in their honeymoon phase. It is super physical. Good for them. They’re both very attractive and apparently quite flexible.

Hey, life’s short. Especially down here.

After Tim’s parents were eaten by a swarm of demobats, he and Ava became inseparable. So, pretty much everyone’s coupled up down here. Our first baby was born last winter. It was super emotional.

Welcome to the apocalypse, kid.

The food sucks. At least you’ll never know what you’re missing.

Kala and Connor got together after Sharon died. Sharon was a cow that ate a box of laundry detergent – it was a pretty Ozzy move – and now we only have one cow. Her name’s Debbie. Debbie is great. Debbie’s not our only food source. We actually have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It was easier in the beginning, you know, before we ran out of bullets. Facing down one of those things with a janky handmade weapon is no walk in the stuck-up suburban neighborhood dog park. Or so they tell me.

I don’t go on the hunting parties. They need me in the kitchen. I’m kinda the, uh… the chef of the bunker. I know, I know. Ironic that the guy who lived off a diet of Yoohoos, weed, and Combos is the chef. Laugh it up Harrington, but everyone likes my Minestrone.

Being the only single person in the bunker has its perks too. I get to hang out with Tomy Omnibot 2000. Of course, he’s not much for conversation. The core battery’s shot, just like every other Tomy, I’d imagine. Actually, I’ve never seen a working one.

Sure wish you were here, Stevie. I’d love for you to meet everyone.

#Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie #Steve x eddie #Eddie x steve #apocalypse au #love and monsters #love and monsters au #steddie apocalypse

[incarnateirony]

I really don’t get how you can argue all this stuff about how you supposedly knew thr whole plan when there’s literally dozens of people who know what your real source for the pilot script was , and never mind the fact the pilot script itself shows the original framing plan was to have dean in the bunker

The real source for the pilot script?

You mean the one that was handed to me in a public room, that I immediately deduced was real? That you idiots immediately argued, right there, it wasn't real, and I told you it was real, because I'd seen the older scripts, and you were wrong? And you were wrong? Increasingly loudly for 8 months, hoping people would forget WHY you wanted me to be wrong, as it pointed back to me having the old writers drafts like I said at the time?

*you* guys were the ones insisting I wrote the Net 4 draft. I said, and I speak verbatim, "You guys literally do not understand the irony of this, but no, this particular draft was not from me, but from someone else in the fandom."

Then, to bury it, *you* made more noise accusing me of writing the Net 4 Draft, which I clarified I did not, and divided from older drafts and arenas?

That mess?

You can't figure out how that ties into The Grand Plan? You can't see how that directly connects to me telling you before Deadline ever did that there was a John and Mary prequel in development that was actually a delivery of Dean's final peace, which you guys also spent months arguing against, and are going to pretend you can't see the relation to 1x8 et al?

ok.

yeah sure. Good job everyone. You really cracked this nut.

Comical. Sad. And pitiful on your parts.

Believe whatever the fuck you want. We don't care. It's not about credit, fame, glory, or that. It's about the goddamn results, and it's about the fact that we're going where we're going, no matter what your opinions are or what you believe, and that's reality.

Nobody cares what you believe, Karen. You don't matter.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Totally didn’t come up with new Eclipse Backup OCs amidst the backups poll war.

They won’t be in the polls given they already started and they weren’t made beforehand (and the bracket thing I’m using for the polls doesn’t allow more than 32).

Meet My New Babies (this is only 6 of the new 18, god help me)!

Stargaze: Backup that activates during the fight for the star and pops up in the daycare in a body of his own due to nanobots being fused into his backup for this exact scenario (he was the backup behind the generator). He screams seeing Blood Moon trying to beat the life out of Eclipse and it causes Blood Moon to chase in him a bloodlust fueled rage only for Blood Moon to stop when they realize Stargaze isn’t Eclipse. They’re purring and cuddling Stargaze to calm him down when Sun and Moon find them and they let both of them stay (as long as they behave).

Hydra and Kerberos: They activate together in Fazer Blast during a game and Freddy has to come and get them, delivering them to the daycare immediately. Moon, Lunar, and Sun were quite startled seeing the twins, but they were kind enough of gremlins that they accepted them into the family. Hydra and Kerberos like hanging out in Fazer Blast and love helping Freddy instruct and lead the teams against each other.

Brown Dwarf: Brown Dwarf activates fully blind in an alley. He has a few set memories and a vague personality but not nearly a full backup. He manages to stumble to one of Monty’s designated homes and passes out there due to his battery dying from nearly two weeks of walking to get there. Monty finds him next visit to that house and puts him on a charger seeing as his battery has been at zero for almost a week by then. Brown Dwarf wakes up screaming because he’s not used to charging and ‘why is this cord keeping me here!?’. Monty calms him down and explains that he’s safe now. Brown Dwarf is very slowly introduced to his brothers, who ha loves, though he’s initially distrusting of Sun from a comment on how different he is from Eclipse. Moon eventually makes him a guide dog named Torch, a super sweet little german shepherd who loves her owner and will forcefully protect him from any Karens that may harass him.

Sedna: Sedna activates inside one of Moon’s bases alone and must remain there because his body isn’t fully formed due to a lack of nano-machines to create his body with. He’s missing left leg from the thigh down, though he makes himself a temporary magical ‘prosthetic’, though he can only keep it active for so long a day. Sun finds Sedna on his murderous rampage when he’s just deactivated the magic for his leg and is so drained he just passes out. Sun send Moon the location and continues on his way, knowing his brother will come help Sedna, but Sun can’t detour too long. Moon makes him a permanent prosthetic with it’s own magical generation feature so it never disappears on him again and Sedna doesn’t have to sustain it with the limited magic he has.

Orcus: Orcus activates inside Kill Code’s bunker, only to get yanked out when KC finds out that voice isn’t Eclipse. He gets put into a Lunar-sized body and locked away for months. By the time KC remembers he exists (after he gives up on murdering the entire world), Orcus is mentally broken and thinks being isolated is his punishment for not acting correctly. Orcus clings to KC after he’s finally let out and will simply not accept that KC abused him. Once he finally breaks from the stockholm syndrome, Orcus can’t be around KC or Moon and goes out of his way to avoid them. Moon gains his trust back quite easily due to not having hurt him, but KC works on trust for years before Orcus can trust him again.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf stargaze #fnaf hydra #fnaf kerberos #fnaf moon #fnaf lunar #fnaf eclipse #glamrock freddy #kill code moon #fnaf brown dwarf #fnaf sedna #fnaf orcus #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf sun #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #eclipse backup oc saga #tw trauma mention #tw screaming mention #tw limb loss mention #he never really /had/ the leg to begin with #tw isolation mention #tw neglect mention #tw stockholm syndrome #tw abuse mention