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race car driver steve and pit crew eddie

flirting during pit stops. always seems like it’s going to lead somewhere but never does. eventually, as he’s heading to the track, steve tells eddie he’ll take him out *when* he wins. not if.

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“she handles fine”

“can’t say the same thing about me”

“yeah?”

“hm”

“i think i could handle you”

“you say that to all the crew?”

“just the pretty ones”

—

“all oiled up and ready to go?”

“always for you harrington.

.. oh you mean the car”

“yeah, munson—the car. i already make enough pit stops as is.”

—

“we have a problem.”

“what? why what’s wrong??”

“you didn’t say anything about my outfit”

“…

turn around for me.

it makes your rear view look, *fantastic*”

“call my ass ‘my rear view’ again-“

“HEY! you ASKED THIS TIME”

“YEAH. *THIS TIME*”

—

“that engine isn’t the only thing i’m good at revving up.”

“…is that- are you-“

*shrug*

“UGH. i hate that that worked. that was TERRIBLE.”

“:)”

see, when steve finally gets the guts to actually commit to being serious, to genuinely asking eddie out afterwards, win or not, it goes a little something like this…

“Racers, please make your way to the start line.”

“Eddie?” He walks over as Steve pushes his helmet over his head, flattening his coiffed hair.

“Yeah?”

“After this race, when I win,” Oh, oh, is this going where he thinks it’s going? Is this Steve finally taking a chance on this grease rat? Surely n- “Would you let me take you out for dinner…?”

Eddie blinks at him, staring at his honey-brown eyes boring into him, from the tiny opening in his helmet.

“Yes,” his brain seems to reboot and gather enough coherence to spit out an answer, “Yeah, yes, please.” He can tell Steve smiles at him from the way the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I’d like that.”

“Cool,” Steve snaps his chin strap and tightens it. As he goes to slip on his gloves, Eddie walks up to him. He grabs onto the strap and tightens it himself just to make sure.

“Good luck,” he says, gripping Steve’s shoulder for a moment.

“Don’t need it, but thanks,” playfully snarky, he bends and gets into the car. Eddie laughs at the antics and backs up further into the pit, matching Steve’s cute little wave before he drives away.

For the first time in a long time, Eddie couldn’t care less about winning. He can’t wait for this to be over; the real prize is a long-awaited date.

But, until then, it’s game time.

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Watching the screen in the pit till the racers turn the corner and come into view. Eddie keeps a close eye on his car—Steve’s kept good pacing most of the leg, leading a few laps, too. He’s due back for a stop soon, but until he can get out of the way of the other racers, they’re too packed for him to make any sort of maneuver. When those cars get like that, Eddie feels like he’s on the edge of a freefall. Not actually, because nothing ever happens, but it feels like something will. Every time.

Besides the scars and a dusty jumpsuit somewhere, that’s the only thing that sticks around from Eddie’s crash. Because that’s what it was, a crash. And a bad one. A side hit that jerked him into another, airborne before rolling, and rolling, and rolling. Getting pulled out, dazed and bleeding, while flames and sirens roared in his ears.

And although there’s more protection and safety precautions now, it still doesn’t make that night any better.

Steve makes another lap. He’s still boxed in close—extremely close. It’s a recipe for disaster, and they all know it.

Eddie’s eyes dart to the pack of cars crossing into his field of vision, and he sees it, someone side hits someone. Someone jerks–and clips 86.

It happens in slow motion. Like becoming untethered—realizing, yeah, you’re in freefall. The world feels like it’s moving at 1/8th the pace. Steve flies over the other drivers and into the catch fences.

Eddie barely registers he’s already moving into the pit track.

86 spins out, absolutely streded to the barebones. Slowing only to get hit again and into the run-off.

“STEVE!” Eddie’s out, running full speed to the remaining inners of the car. Static and ringing fills his ears. He can feel the way his heart is threating to fucking beat out of his goddamn chest. A mantra of “nononononono. not again. not to him,” screaming in his head.

For a speedway packed with people and maxed out speakers, it’s eerily quiet to him. Everything falling away, feeling sureal, like this is some fucked up nightmare—till he gets his hand on the smoking car. Noise comes rushing back all at once, too loud.

“STEVE!” voice gone hoarse, he yells out into the metal. He can see his vision blurring with tears, fear creeping onto him a tenfold. Eddie ducks down and looks into the smashed up window.

“I’m here!” It’s muffled, but at least he can see the dark tracksuit as the source. Eddie frantically reaches for Steve’s hand, and when he gets it clasped in his own, he tugs.

“I’m okay.” A feeble attempt to reassure him, he’ll believe those words from Steve Harrington when he sees it for himself.

Steve coughs as he puts his other hand on the edge of the door and tries to reef himself out. And Eddie tries to help out the best he can. About halfway out, Steve shifts and lets go.

Logically—well, not logically actually, Eddie’s acting on pure adrenaline at this point, all logic out the window—Steve’s just getting his hands under him rather than over, more leverage that way. But Eddie needs. to. get. him. out. of the car that’s currently on fucking fire.

As soon as Steve starts moving again, Eddie’s already wrapped his arms around his chest and is pulling him the rest of the way out. He kneels in front of him and tries to unclasp the strap. Hands so shaky, he can barely get his fingers to push down before gloved hands push them away. While he attempts to help Steve yank his helmet off, it’s feeble. That golden hair flops out, and the helmet gets tossed to the side; Eddie roams his hands over Steve’s face, looking for any visible damage.

Suddenly, warm hands circle his wrists, and Steve makes him meet his eyes.

The world comes bursting back in.

“-ddie? Hey? I’m okay. I’m okay. I promise, I’m okay-“

His face is wet. He’s practically in Steve’s lap, too. One of those hands drop his wrist and cup the back of head.

“Eddie. I’m okay,” Steve says. God, the sound that punches it’s way out of his chest sounds inhuman even in his ears.

There, a few feet away from the pile of rubble, Eddie engulfs Steve in his arms, tucking his face into the neck of old leather. He can feel Steve finally let go of him to give the cameras and the crew that surrounds them, a one handed thumbs up.

Eddie can’t help let out a soft laugh with Steve at the collective sigh of relief. He gets that arm wrapped back around him, giving him a tight squeeze. Steve ducks his face over to talk into his ear, “I’m okay. I’ll have a hell of a bruise no doubt, but I promise I’m okay.”

“Fucking better be,” Eddie mutters as he pulls away, hastily wiping his face. Steve huffs at him.

“Are *you* okay?”

“You did not just ask me that.” Eddie pushes himself off the man, offering Steve his hands and hoisting him up, too. He tests his footing, and it's shaky–something is definitely hurting.

“Eddie…” The fucker has the audacity to turn those sad down-turned puppy eyes on him. Steve knows how bad his wreak was, and it fits him too, to care more about Eddie than himself.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m standing, aren’t I?” Steve gestures a bit, Medic in his ear asking him to follow her. Because they’re still in the middle of the run-off, the game paused till Steve gets the okay, and they continue without him anyway.

“Does that sound reassuring to you?” Eddie crosses his arms.

“Hey-“ Steve shrugs, “-couldn’t miss our date, right?”

And, honest to god, Eddie would throttle him right now. But he can’t.

So, he does the next best thing.

Eddie Munson, pit crew of 86 and crash survivor, crosses the couple steps between him and Steve Harrington, current 86 racer and, hopefully, his boyfriend, and kisses him.

“I’m holding you to that.”

Steve smiles wide and pivots with his hand out for Eddie to take. And Eddie does.

They start following the Medic, but Steve turns around and flashes his goofy grin again, giving everyone in the stadium a thumbs-up.

Eddie laughs as the crowd roars.

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THE VOID 2016・dir. Jeremy Gillespie & Steven Kostanski

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holly to mike in season 5:

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31 Days of Horror Marathon 2024 ↪ Day 26: Beyond the Black Rainbow (2010) dir. Panos Cosmatos

[REVIEW]

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What are you afraid of, Theo? - Of knowing what I really want.

Julie Harris & Claire Bloom as Eleanor Lance and Theodora in THE HAUNTING (1963) dir. Robert Wise

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This work was created for the Steddie Big Bang of 2024. I chose @wormdebut's FIREBALL, and have thoroughly enjoyed coming up with illustrations for all 4 chapters! This is just one of many, so keep an eye on this space, because I'll be adding in the rest of the pieces as each chapter comes out over the next two weeks.

Please go read wormdebut's story, I'm so excited for you all to see what she has come up with!

Story Summary: Eddie Munson, front man of wildly popular metal act Corroded Coffin is flabbergasted when he's contacted by the legal team for a very well-known DJ. The anonymous, masked, TeeVee is the biggest name in EDM right now. He stays hidden under a kitschy helmet, and according to people in the industry, it takes signing mountains of NDAs to even get near him. And now, apparently, he wants Eddie involved in his latest project. Fireball follows the story of Eddie Munson, a pretty boy he meets in a bar, and the massive secrets the pretty boy keeps hidden under his fabulously styled hair.

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by MysteriousMidnight

Eddie Munson is dead. As a Reaper, he harvests the souls of those destined to die.

Everything goes according to plan until he and his fellow Reaper, Chrissy, get called to Hawkins, Indiana. There, he meets Steve Harrington and his nerdy band of friends. Eddie quickly gets swept into their world - and, inevitably, swept off his feet by the kind-hearted Steve, who makes Eddie feel alive for the first time since he died.

Reality crashes back down around him when he discovers that the assignment that brought him to Hawkins is none other than the boy he’s fallen in love with.

When tragedy strikes, Eddie is forced to make a painful decision - let Steve die, as fate demands, or save him and risk eternal damnation.

Project #063 of the Steddie Big Bang 2024

Words: 4740, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Erica Sinclair, Maxine “Max” Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Joyce Byers, Jim “Chief” Hopper, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Wayne Munson

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Most of it’s the same except Eddie and Chrissy weren’t in Hawkins for any of it, Eddie is a Grim Reaper, Chrissy is a Grim Reaper, platonic hellcheer, Platonic Stobin, background buckingham, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Minor Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Eddie dies twice but I swear he’s okay, Afterlife, Still Working that 9-5 Grind After Death, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy endings guaranteed I swear, Eventual Smut, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Tags will update once I actually write the smut and know what else happens heh

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Having been raised by a respectable alpha like Wayne, I think Eddie would at least try to insist he should mate with Steve before giving him a pup.

It’s the proper thing to do and having a child out of wedlock would cause a whole scandal in the town.

…But knowing Eddie is completely whipped and can’t say no to his beautiful omega, he’d just break the pregnancy news to Wayne with custom pawpaw gifts as bribery instead.

“Boy, I know damn well that I taught you better than to knock someone up without a bite on their neck first. Are you out of your mind? We might be trailer, but we ain’t trash!”

Eddie just silently whips out a bag full of stuff for first time grandparents, including framed ultrasounds, a ‘world’s greatest pawpaw’ t-shirt, and shiny new mug.

Wayne takes it all in for a moment before cracking a smile- a real, genuine, delighted smile, and pulling his nephew into a tight hug.

“So when’s my grandpup coming?”

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There's two things a knight should serve

His heart on a silver platter to the maiden that never loved him back

Cunt.

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Artwork from Stephen Andrade's "Pin-Up Ghouls" exhibit is available online from Gallery 1988. 11x17 giclee prints are $35, while the original acrylic art is $850-950 each.

Pieces are inspired by Bride of Frankenstein, Carrie, Clash of the Titans, Ghostbusters, Return to Oz, Trick 'r Treat, Us, What We Do in the Shadows, and The Witches.

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Rubber's Lover (1996) Shozin Fukui

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"The Craft became a foundational film for me and my friends, signifying a form of teenage rebellion we had never seen before. At an age that finally allowed for more independence, seeing such a queerly coded film in the cinema was also a newfound opportunity to continue building horror film rituals in dark theatres, without parents, turning candy consumption and communal viewing into a sacred practice of feral autonomy."

"What resonates with me still is The Craft’s depiction of how the occult can function as a source of queer and feminist curiosity amongst teen girls. The film’s slumber party séance is a crucial moment of rebellion for the angsty witches keen on revolting against the restraints of Catholic girlhood. When the coven’s only Black girl, Rochelle Zimmerman levitates during a game of Light as a Feather, the whole coven is responsible for this otherworldly feat. And when Nancy compares the game’s premise to fingerbanging, a match has been struck for me." ✰

TJ MIKELOGAN's HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT day 22: LGBT+ horror — THE CRAFT (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming

+ my all-time favourite movies

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JENNIFER'S BODY (2009), dir. Karyn Kusama

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READY OR NOT 2019 | dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

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