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Chapters: 25/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s), Finney Blake & Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano & Gwen Blake, Ernesto Arellano & Robin Arellano Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore, Minor Ernesto Arellano/Gwen Blake, If You Squint - Freeform, Mild Smut

Chapter Summary:

Finn can’t turn away from Robin as he prepares to head out with Mustang. Once again, he feels torn in two directions—forced to choose between protecting his sister and protecting the guy he’s probably been in love with since he was thirteen. It’s like the universe is forcing him to cleave parts of himself off each time. It feels like this is going to keep happening until he’s got nothing left of himself to carve off.

Or, the gang splits up.

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #finney x robin #finney blake #robin arellano #tbp finney #tbp robin #the black phone #the black phone 2 #fix it fic #horror #ao3

Chapters: 24/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s), Finney Blake & Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano & Gwen Blake, Ernesto Arellano & Robin Arellano Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore, Minor Ernesto Arellano/Gwen Blake, If You Squint - Freeform

Chapter Summary:

Armando is waiting for them up on the stage, the giant white cross behind him glowing and casting the valleys of his face in inky shadow. It makes it hard for Robin to make out his expression. He remembers his tío, and it makes him edgy. What if the Grabber got a hold of him?

Or, shit gets real.

Story Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #finney tbp #robin tbp #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

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Chapters: 23/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s), Finney Blake & Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano & Gwen Blake, Ernesto Arellano & Robin Arellano Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary:

Finn hates this so much. How are they supposed to win? How is he supposed to keep Gwen and Robin safe? Something in him spasms like he’s been electrocuted. He squeezes Robin’s hand hard. “You can’t do anything like you did last night again.”

Or, Finn continues to be emotionally constipated.

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

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Chapters: 22/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s), Finney Blake & Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano & Gwen Blake, Ernesto Arellano & Robin Arellano Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary:

The four of them look at one another, at a loss for what to say. They hadn’t thought they’d need to come up with a convincing lie for why they’re here. They’d assumed being CITs was going to be enough of a cover.

Or, the gang has some explaining to do.

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #finney x robin #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

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Chapters: 21/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s), Finney Blake & Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano & Gwen Blake, Ernesto Arellano & Robin Arellano Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary:

Finn’s anger and fear whirl around one another inside of his gut. He wants to fight the Grabber. He wants to crash his fist through his stupid mask and into the face beneath. But there’s no one to fight. How do you fight a fucking ghost? That’s when the fear reasserts itself, demanding that he run.

Or, Finn, Robin, and the Grabber reunite.

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #finney x robin #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

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Chapters: 20/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary:

Robin puts a pillow down on the floor and pours a second circle of salt around it. He takes a stick of wood and holds it to the flame of one of the candles, letting the end catch and burn. He blows it out, and the tip glows, sending a coil of smoke into the air. It fills the room with something woody, rich, and sweet. He sets it down on a plate next to a bowl of corn kernels and a bowl of coffee beans. He steps into the circle and sits crossed-legged on the pillow.

Or, Operation Seance is a go!

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

Chapters: 19/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary:

There is still a lot more talking and a lot more crying, but eventually their mamá relents. Robin doesn’t feel any satisfaction in the victory. If something happens to him or Ernesto, their mamá will blame herself and he doesn’t think she will ever recover.

Or, the gang hits to road to Camp Alpine Lake

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

Chapters: 18/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary:

He knew that this was coming, but he still isn’t ready. He places his hand on the receiver; the hard black plastic is cold to the touch. He takes a deep breath and lifts it from the cradle. Hesitantly, he brings it to his ear. The line crackles and pops in a way he will always associate with being trapped in a dark basement full of ghosts.

Or, Finn picks up the phone

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #finney x robin #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

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Chapters: 17/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary: Robin shoots up and whirls around, his back to the open fridge. There is a shadow with him in the kitchen, tall and with a horrifyingly familiar posture. It stands just outside the sallow light cast by the open fridge door.

Or, Robin gets a late-night visitor.

Story Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #ao3

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Chapters: 16/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary: In anger, he swiped at the cards, sending them fluttering off his desk. He lowered his head down onto the smooth wood and willed the tears in his eyes to stay back. So much for being like his bisabulo. He thought bitterly.

Or, Robin also had a weird day.

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fix it fic #fic #ao3

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Chapters: 15/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary: He pulls out a joint and holds the twisted paper between his lips. He has to thumb the lighter several times before the flame ignites. He brings it to the paper, and it catches—a few quick drags, and then the warm ember at the tip brightens as he inhales deeply, the smoke rushing down his esophagus and blooming inside his chest. It crackles hotly there for a moment before he releases it in a smoky sigh. He waits for the weed to seep into his veins, green and comforting.

Or, Finn is bad at coping.

Story Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #finney x robin #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fic #fix it fic #ao3

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Chapters: 14/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore

Chapter Summary: Finn’s mind has been a twisted rats’ nest of worry, fear, and self-doubt. He wants to blame it on the increasing number of phantom phone calls he’s been getting, ringing out at him from walls and defunct phone booths alike. But it’s more than that. It’s Gwen’s dreams that have upgraded to sleepwalking. It’s Robin’s migraines and the things he says he sometimes sees when they torture him.

Or, tragedy strikes.

Story Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fic #ao3

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Chapters: 13/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry

Chapter Summary:

Fear freezes her insides. A man is standing in the yard across from her. He’s dressed all in black, with a top hat, and holding a bundle of black balloons. But it’s his face that terrifies her; it is covered with a bone-white mask with a wide rictus and wicked horns. He waves.

Or, both Gwen and Donna dream of ice.

Story Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fic #ao3

Chapters: 12/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry

Chapter Summary: When he gets to the Blake house, he crouches a little lower and creeps around the side to Finn’s room. He gets to Finn’s window just in time to see Finn finish lighting some candles on his dresser, only to then suddenly start blowing them out. Robin smiles, wide and fond. All those warm, thrilling feelings Finn inspires in him go nuclear, expanding and expanding until he thinks he might actually explode like a fission bomb because he can’t contain them all.

Or, Finn asks Robin out on a date.

Story Summary: Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #finney x robin #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fic #ao3

Chapters: 11/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry

Chapter Summary: Robin’s heard the stories of his abuela’s papá, the curandero who could heal the sick, see into the future, and speak with spirits. He’d probably think that was all Mexican superstition if he hadn’t lived through what he’d lived through, if he didn’t know Finn and Gwen Blake.

Or, abuelas always know best.

Story Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #robin arellano #finney blake #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fanfic #ao3

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Chapters: 10/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry

Chapter Summary: Robin is having a hard time wrapping his head around solving for voltage, current, and resistance. But, in his defense, Finn has become more of a hindrance as a tutor than a boon. It’s hard for Robin to focus on numbers when Finn looks so adorably excited. He keeps watching his lips as they move, pretty and pink. He’s distracted by the impulse to brush Finn’s hair from his forehead. He’s a little entranced by his voice, the way it’s deepened over the years, but then periodically cracks with his excitement.

Or, Finn and Robin come to a mutual understanding.

Story Summary: Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #finney x robin #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone 2 #horror #fic #ao3

Chapters: 9/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry

Chapter Summary: Robin doesn’t want Finn to see him like this. He’s been very careful about not allowing Finn around when he’s having a migraine. He’s been very specific about this particular point with his family. But this episode has been longer than any of the others, and it must have worried Finn.

Or, Robin has a migraine, and Finn wants to help.

Summary:

Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.

Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.

#rinney #robin x finney #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #horror #fanfic #ao3

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