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I could read vegaspete falling in love in a million different ways, different scenarios, different universes and still be kicking my feet and sobbing every time they hold hands
no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
I'm doing this for their own good.
canon: they died
fanfic: fUCK YOU
Thinking about what might’ve happened if Dustin and Eddie both made it through the trailer Gate; if the door held and none of the bats followed them.
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They get a momentary reprieve, dizzy with relief.
And Hawkins splits open.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie screams, and he throws himself over Dustin as the living room is rent apart, shields him from chunks of the ceiling and trailer roof raining down; after one final shudder, everything goes eerily still.
They breathe.
“Max,” Dustin gasps. Scrabbling out from underneath Eddie, he reaches for his walkie, desperate, “Lucas, do you copy? Lucas! Do you goddamn—”
There’s a click and then the horrible sound of Lucas sobbing—trying and failing to get words out.
Eddie’s stomach plummets.
Through the fear and horror, it dawns on him that he needs to step up to the plate—that he’s in charge—and he has to act now.
“We’ve gotta go,” he says, thinking fast. He pulls Dustin up with him, adds, “Leave the walkie here,” jerking his head up to the grotesquely expanded Gate, “so they’ll have it when they get back.”
He’s thankful beyond words that Steve left the keys in the RV.
It’s a tense, silent ride broken only by Dustin sharply saying, “Watch out,” whenever they get too close to a chasm in the road.
Eddie can hardly comprehend what he’s looking at. He remembers saying the shire is burning. Now it sounds like a prophecy fulfilled.
When they reach the Creel House, he drives up onto the grass until the RV is hidden as best he can manage amongst the bushes and thorns.
Erica’s running out of the house by the time they reach the front steps, a walkie in her hand; Eddie’s eyes land on her skinned knees, and his stomach drops all over again.
“Hey, are you hurt, are you hurt?” he babbles, already knowing the answer—but he means is there more than this? I’m here, I’ll help you, I’ll help you.
His hands land on her shoulders, squeezing tight, and Erica—this sharp-tongued, funny, kind kid—breaks down in tears.
“I called a-an ambulance,” she stutters out.
“Hey, you did great. Shh, you did great.” Eddie hugs her far too briefly, but there’s no time. He presses the keys to the RV into her hand. “It’s hidden, hey, see that bush down there? Lock yourself in, keep radioing for the others. Hey, look at me. It’s gonna be okay.”
She nods, eyes shining.
No-one should have to be this fucking brave, Eddie thinks.
Dustin follows him through the house, up the stairs, jumping over the cracks until—
Max in Lucas’s arms, her eyes closed, blood running down her cheeks.
Eddie’s breath catches in his throat, but he can’t falter now; he pushes back vivid images of Chrissy, of Patrick, and falls to his knees next to Lucas.
“Her—her bones,” Lucas gasps, “I shouldn’t have m-moved her but the ground—Jason, he…”
Eddie follows where Lucas’s eyes darts to, across the cavernous gap in the floor, sees the mangled remains of—
“Jesus.” Eddie swallows through a wave of nausea.
“I hurt—I hurt her,” Lucas whispers.
Eddie puts a hand on his back. “No, you—you did what you had to, man. You saved her, Sinclair, you hear me?” He places two fingers to Max’s throat. Waits. Exhales deeply. “Pulse is still… okay, okay.”
“What?” Lucas tries to check, too. His hand is shaking. “But I—I felt—”
“Trust me, she’s—”
A wail. Sirens, rapidly approaching.
Eddie’s gaze flickers over Lucas and Dustin: their eyes are glassy with horror. It’s not hit them yet, what’s about to happen, and that’s fine. That’s how it should be.
It’s Eddie’s job to know.
The paramedics arrive first.
Eddie moves back. Gives them space.
He doesn’t miss the way their faces pale as they spot him.
“She has a pulse,” he says calmly. “Broken limbs. And her eyes, um, I don’t know what exactly…”
More sirens.
“Eddie,” Dustin says suddenly. Sharp, urgent. “Eddie, what are you doing? You need to go.”
Eddie smiles sadly. Shakes his head.
Footsteps pounding up the stairs. At first it seems to take forever, and then it speeds up all at once; Eddie’s being pulled roughly until he’s standing, handcuffs cutting into his skin, and Dustin is screaming.
“They didn’t know anything,” Eddie finds himself saying. Lucas’s expression shatters; Dustin just looks furious. “I swear, they didn’t—”
“Eddie, stop.” Dustin sounds close to tears. “Stop, stop—” He grabs at Eddie’s arm, only to be pushed aside by an officer. “He didn’t do anything!”
“It’s okay,” Eddie says. He tries to catch Dustin’s eye, but he’s already being dragged out. “It’s okay.”
And it’s funny, just an hour ago and this would’ve been one of his worst fears realised. But now he barely feels it.
A hand clamps over his skull, pushes him into the police car.
The view out the window blurs as they speed away—black cut through with a burning red.
Eddie closes his eyes.
He wishes he could’ve…
He thinks of Steve, Robin, Nancy. Wants them to know he tried to protect their kids for as long as possible. Tried to buy them time. He did his best.
No, Eddie The Banished isn’t a hero, he thinks.
He simply did the only thing he could have done.
i have some old dps x reader type fanfics and i’d love to write new ones (i have entire story plots planned out for meeks and charlie, they just never made it past the first chapter or so), would anyone be interested in that kind of content?😭
I love reading stuff that isn't very well written, it's so entertaining when the plot kinda disappears, and guessing what was supposed to be said when typos and autocorrect mess up a sentence is so fun!
Do you ever just like : I hate reading. No false I hate books. I love reading (if it's fanfiction) !
Let's Talk Fanfiction:
I just like found this slightly cryptic and intriguing fanfic, like the plot is good and the vocabulary used is like total C1-C2 English level. But then again there are some weird mistakes considering the level of the vocabulary and stuff, like some basic grammar mistakes, and sentences with words in the wrong order. So I read it anyway and it's confusing af bc it's kinda hard to read. Just wondering how that even exists like usually there are fics with great grammar and a boring plot, the occasional fic with great grammar and great plot and of course fics with an amazing plot but the grammar is so bad that you seriously can't read it.
My favorite thing about reading fanfiction from a wide variety of fandoms is seeing the specific traits/writing styles each fandom has. It’s kinda like that fandom’s regional accent lmao.
But the overall style for a fandom is also a reflection of how young or old it is as a whole. Newer fandoms’ works feel like a baby bird just learning to fly, inconsistent and trying to find its rhythm. Older fandoms, on the other hand, have had time to cultivate a style and perfect its little syntactic quirks. Fandoms can even have those awkward middle stages too!
All in all, I just love picking apart writing details that are specific to certain fandoms. It brings me such joy seeing how different and similar they can be.
Ima live my corny ass tumblr name ig
It’s October and I haven’t seen a fic yet…