#sbwrites

Summary: Eddie and Steve are best friends and he would never do anything to hurt him but god he’s in love with his girl. Inspired by:

Steve is a friend Yeah, I know, he's been a good friend of mine

Steve and Eddie had been best friends since that one night in the upside down, Steve had come back to save him and ever since they’ve been inseparable. They work together, they live together, they go shopping together, hell they even flirt with girls together. They’re worse than max and that Walkman of hers so that’s saying something.

But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define

Eddie knew something was up when Steve distanced himself a bit from him. They stopped going out together every weekend and Steve stopped flirting with girls with him and that was very unusual. Steve was always up to flirt with anyone, usually girls would brush him off but when they didn’t he’d get a real kick out of it. So when Eddie and Steve did eventually go out one Saturday night and Eddie noticed Steve not doing his usual rounds around the bar to flirt with any woman in sight he finally asked him what was up.

Steve’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine

It made total sense now. Steve was always loyal when he was in a relationship and now Eddie wanted to meet her. They met the next weekend, Steve decided to host a party at his and eddies shared apartment and he invited his girl. Eddie was polite per the request of Steve, his new girl was shy and quiet despite her metal look, the complete opposite of what Steve’s type usually was. She was Eddie’s exact type to a t. Eddie was fucked.

And she’s watching him with those eyes, And she’s loving him with body, I just know it

Eddie stood in the kitchen, as far away from Steve and his new girl as he could get without it looking like he was avoiding them. The way she was looking at Steve made Eddie jealous, she looked at him like he hung the moon and stars, why couldn’t she look at Eddie that way? A couple hours had passed and everyone was filtering out of the shared apartment, Eddie didn’t miss the way Steve and his girl quietly snuck into Steve’s room. After the last few people had left, Eddie sat on the balcony deciding to light up a cigarette and turn on the portable radio they kept out there trying to drown out Steve and his girl’s noises he could hear coming from Steve’s room.

You know, I wish that I had, Steve’s girl

Muse: Molly Kramer {Taylor Momsen, 29 yr old musician}

Connection  & Plot: Your muse came into the store I work at looking for something and i had no idea where it was, so we bonded over this impromptu scavenger hunt, and now you’re always out shopping for something just to see me

Here’s the summary and the warnings for you guys ;)

Summary: Eddie was fucked. He was in love with Steve’s new girl and he couldn’t stop thinking about either of them especially late at night when the apartment walls are paper thin. To eddies surprise they couldn’t stop thinking about him either…

Summary: you can feel that your end is near as you enter the upside down, but it’s gonna be okay. Because eddie is with you.

Warnings: angst? Death, a few kisses, eddie calls reader sweetheart, established relationship

A haze. That’s what you’ve been in since you all piled into the back of the stolen motor home. Your left hand squeezed eddies tightly as your right hand held tightly onto the shotgun you had strapped to your upper body.

The haze continues as you fall through the gate. Eddie had tried his best to steady you, to calm your fears as you walked through the upside down, he was still holding your hand, squeezing it from time to time.

An overwhelming feeling of impending doom crashed over you as you approached the trailer. You knew these were going to be some of your last steps, your last moments with Eddie, your last moments alive.

The feeling of impending doom follows you to the roof of the trailer and flies around you as you watch Eddie play what is going to be his last song on his guitar. Momentarily the feeling of doom stops as you and Eddie lock eyes. It makes sense, Eddie had always been your escape, your peace in this unpredictable world, your little piece of paradise in hawkings.

The momentary bliss stops as the bats swarm towards you. The feeling of impending doom takes over your body again as you begin to fight them off. “The end is near” you mutter to yourself as you jump off the roof of the trailer.

The haze returns as you and Eddie continue to fight the bats. Just as you feel relieved from killing a few, ten times more come to fill their place. You feel your arms begin to ache and your legs begin to shake. Your throat is dry and your cheeks are stained with tears filled with mascara and eyeliner as you look over at Eddie. Your eyes lock again as you both fall to the ground, the bats flee back to the house on the other side of town.

You manage to shuffle over to Eddie, your hands intertwining. “We’re gonna be okay sweetheart”eddie reassures you before placing a final kiss on your lips. As you lie next to each other you can’t help but think about all the things you hadn’t done. You didn’t play your favourite song whilst getting ready yesterday, you hadn’t appreciated the moments before this mess with eddie enough, you hadn’t told your mom you loved her that morning, you hadn’t told eddie that you loved him nearly enough as you should’ve. “I love you Eddie” you smile softly at him as tears continue to fall down your cheeks. “I love you too sweetheart” he smiles back, one of his big gummy smiles, the ones you fell in love with years ago.

Your pain begins to fade as you and Eddie continue to hold eye contact, softly smiling at each other. You never had imagined your last moments to be so peaceful, so filled with love. You had never imagined them to come so quickly. Yet here you were, hand in hand with eddie as you both died for this stupid god forsaken town. But it was gonna be okay.

Eddie was with you.

A/n: back to my roots with this! I have a similar idea in mind but with Dean Winchester if y’all wanna see that? This was also heavily inspired by I know the end by Phoebe Bridgers

Summary: knowing that cas was watching over you was comforting, since his death you still believed that he was watching over you.

Genre: fluff?, hurt?

The first time you had met cas you were underwhelmed to say the least. He didn’t have fluffy wings, or a halo and he was kind of an asshole. But soon you got to know him, he was sweet, kind of clueless sometimes but he would always come when you called. Maybe you abused this power a bit but it always made you feel better when you were on hunts, knowing if anything went sideways he’d be there, even if they didn’t, he still would.

The first time you had called cas was when you were on a solo hunt. Sam and Dean were busy on a bigger case and this was just supposed to be a “milk run” as Dean had said. So you went, and what a shit idea was that. “It’s just a ghost” Sam had said, yeah not just a ghost, multiple vengeful spirits. Cas had come the second you called him, he helped salt and burn the bones and patched you up after.

The second time you had been on a hunt with the boys again and they had gone out to a bar to celebrate. You had stayed back saying you were tired and needed rest, in reality your wounds were a thousand times worse than you had originally thought. So you sucked it up and called cas. “You need to be more careful y/n” cas had scolded you as he patched you up again and got you into bed.

The back and forth of calling him for help or to patch you up went on for years. Knowing he was watching over you was comforting, he was like a little speck of light in the dark. He was your best friend in the end.

The day he died almost killed you, and he wasn’t there to patch you up again. You, Dean and Sam had decided to give him a hunter’s funeral, after all he was, he wasn’t just an angel anymore. His funeral was beautiful, you believed the sunset that lit up the sky was him, then as the sky went black and the flames finally went out, you saw one star shining brighter than the others.

You had tried a few times since then to call him before you realised he wasn’t going to come. Although sometimes you could’ve sworn he was there, helping you on hunts. He was still watching over you, even in death.

{semi- public sex, nicknames (slut, baby, good girl), gender not described but reader is called good girl once}