#i'm... sorry

[sybilhallward]

me: nah that relationship wasn't traumatic

also me: *shakes and almost cries remembering how they would call me their ghost*

[comingupwithjoshdun]

While they’re fighting in the Upside Down, Dustin dies in Eddie’s arms while Robin dies in Steve’s. 

Nancy and Steve carry Robin’s body back and that’s where they find out about Dustin. They can’t break yet though because they still have to fight. 

Steve dies in Eddie’s arms. 

Nancy and Eddie make it back, doing everything they can to help around town and that’s when the cops show up and arrest Eddie who spends the next how ever many years up to a lifetime in prison. 

The end. 

[mcgnificat-a]

        ❛ well,  I mean,  you know what they say,  right?  think like a proton:  always positive. ❜    maybe  ( just maybe )  she should leave the physics jokes to someone else.  maybe.  or she could just be irrationally pleased with herself instead.

          // @thirtnth​  liked for ellie nonsense.

[fae-glamour]

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[userautumn]

under the cut is an idea i had for a dark fic. it's not a full fic, basically just a really long concept. no one dies, but the ending is more realistic rather than happy. read at your own risk <3

so.

pre-relationship buck and eddie, and chris being out for family night at the movies when they're abducted by someone pretending to be their uber. at some point they're all drugged, and when buck wakes up, he's on the floor of some dark, cement basement and all he can hear is this hoarse, awful sobbing. it sounds like christopher, so he forces his eyes open and sees the worst thing he has ever seen in his life: eddie and christopher gagged and bound to two different chairs.

christopher is hysterical, of course, but eddie has gone completely blank. buck can see he's trying to keep his cool, actively trying to figure out how to get them out of this situation, even though he's rubbed his wrists bloody trying to get himself free. they must have been down here for hours, eddie's naked from the waist up, bruised to all hell, but the kidnapper had just waiting for buck to wake up before he launches into his villain monologue (he's a family annihilator. if you've seen criminal minds, you know what i mean). except his MO isn't to kill the family himself, because that would be too easy. instead he makes a "game" of it. the game specifically? russian roulette.

it's sick as fuck i know i'm deranged let me live, but GOD can you imagine how wretched and terrible that would be? buck threatens to just kill himself, because he's not playing with his best friend and his kid's lives like that, what the fuck is wrong with you, but then the kidnapper pulls out another gun and points it at his head. "you do what i say, or i kill all of you right now starting with the kid" (i'm so sorry chris this is making me sad lol). and with that, what choice does he have? buck plays the game. he points the revolver at eddie's head, doesn't even breathe as he pulls the trigger... and nothing happens. he -- they -- should feel relief but all they feel is terror because the risk toward christopher's life just got that much higher. buck doesn't think he'll ever forget the look on eddie's face when he pointed the gun at christopher: despair, and grief, and terror, tinged with just this bit of hatred. when the gun clicks, christopher safe for now, buck doubles over and throws up.

the game continues, each time the gun clicks out buck's hit with a horrible, terrible, awful mixture of relief and agony. he tries everything he can think of to just end this; begging, pleading, offering money, sex, something but the kidnapper doesn't budge. and then buck points the gun at eddie's head, fifth round. it clicks. and that's the moment they all realize who this next one's for.

ohmygoshthisisterribleimsosorry

the kidnapper is practically vibrating with glee, but buck and eddie meet each other's eyes across the room. they both... they both know how this ends. it's not going to be christopher. it was never going to be christopher. eddie knew when he woke up in this shitty basement that he was going to die down here, but it's okay. he'll be okay if it means he gets to die for his son. guys like the sick fuck who kidnapped them... all they want is the thrill of the kill, the anticipation. with eddie gone, the thrill will be gone, and maybe... just maybe buck will have a fighting chance of getting himself and christopher out. eddie watches buck, who's shaking and sobbing so badly it looks painful, but all he feels is peace. it's okay. his son and the man he loves - because he can admit that now, on the verge of death - are going to be okay. that's all he could ask for.

eddie can't say everything in that moment that he wants to say because they neither of them want the killer to catch on to the fact that buck is about to ruin his precious "game." so he just says, "evan," and hopes the enormous, earth-shattering depth of love he feels for that man shines through. his voice is muffled, of course; buck's name on his lips barely even intelligible, but buck must get it because he lets out this terrible, haunting noise that eddie knows is going to follow him straight down to hell.

the kidnapper gets antsy. he's ready for this last round, he's ready for the agony of the kill, and buck only has one second to get this right. not even a second, really. he knows what eddie is expecting of him, knows eddie is expecting him to put the bullet meant for christopher into eddie's own head. but buck... god help him, he can't do it. he can't. he feels like his brain is splitting apart atom by atom, but he knows he can't do that. and he knows, just as sure as he has breath in his lungs, that eddie and chris are going to walk out of here if it's the last thing he does. so buck has half a second, a MOMENT to get this right before it all goes to hell.

and he gets lucky.

he summons every ounce of calm, every ounce of stability, every bit of seal training he ever learned, turns on the kidnapper, and kills him between one breath and the next.

time unfolds in a series of disconnected moments after that. buck doesn't remember crossing the room, but suddenly he's got christopher (who's gone worryingly silent) tucked safe into his arms, and then eddie's got them both in his arms, and then buck is standing outside breathing the los angeles air.

as it turns out, they're not that far from the movie theater, in the basement of an abandoned factory in the warehouse district. they put as much distance between themselves and the factory as they can. at some point, they come across two young women on a date, who take one look at them and immediately launch into action. one of them lets eddie use her to phone to call athena and gives him her sweatshirt for him to cover up his bruises, and the other pulls blankets out of the back of her car and hands them to buck and chris. that's one of buck's clearest memories of the night.

he doesn't know what happens next. there are police lights. the smell of hospital stinging his nose. bobby's hand on the back of his neck holding him to his chest. giving a report at the police station. it's morning when they walk through eddie's front door. it doesn't seem right that they went through all that, yet somehow everything looks exactly the same as it did when they left, but life isn't like the movies. there's no montage at the end, no warm fuzzy feeling to carry with you out of the theater. time just keeps moving.

buck keeps losing time, he's pretty sure he's mentally fucked up beyond repair at this point, but maybe they all are. they take showers, one by one. when it's christopher's turn (who still hasn't spoken since the basement), he has to make sure he's holding one of their hands the whole time. and then once they're all clean, all that's left to do is sleep. the threat is long gone, but athena posts officers outside the house anyway. buck, eddie, and chris fall into eddie's bed with christopher in the middle, cuddled between the two of them, buck and eddie's arms and hands tangled up together above his head and across his waist.

and after the horrors of the night, it only takes seconds for them to fall into a restless sleep. alive, yes, but with so much healing to do.

+ obligatory trauma healing companion fic with lots of diaz-buckley family cuddles, fluffy robes and blankets, INTENSIVE therapy, and love confessions because i think we'd all need it after that.

[hughierogers]

rosatrice is out, vroska is IN!!!!!!!!

[herefortommo]

life imitates art