It didn't matter how grim of vision he was. There was a beauty in that too. The beauty existed...simply because he still did.
-- As Above, So Below by @jo-harrington
Artwork by @dance-on-the-bones | twitter | commission them
this incredible piece was commissioned for me by @jo-harrington and I've not been the same since she showed me. thank you so much I love you, seeing myself with Kas!Eddie (created by one of my favorite artists!!) actually made me cry. 🖤
Lakeside Eddie commission (@fracturedarkness) inspired by the fic Hot & Cold by @somnambulic-thing from their Come As You Are universe
I spent a long time staring at this one. Not because I didn’t know what to paint, but because I wanted to do justice to the feeling somna’s fics leave behind. Landscapes aren’t something I tackle often, and that uncertainty followed me through every step of this piece. But some stories inspire you to reach beyond what feels comfortable.
"When you get to know people who are different from you, you begin to learn more about yourself. You change. You grow. I’m a better person now. I’m a better person because of them, because of my friends."
art by @digrupert
betaing by @ghostintheclawmachine
coming this fall! date to come
I'm so excited to finally announce my project for @steddiebbang 2026, and reveal the incredible team I'm going to get to work with!
DEMOLITION
Rated E
est. 30-40k
contemporary AU, demolition derbies, rivals to lovers, one-sided rivalry, plot with porn, a hint of Appalachian Eddie
warnings for minor-moderate racism, misogyny, and homophobia; some blood and threat of serious injuries
Eddie's been driving demolition derbies since he was sixteen, and has built himself up a reputation: not just the guy with the gimmick of wrecking and rebuilding and wrecking old hearses, but a damn good driver and a great show. The Roane County Fair Hawkins Crash is his new white whale: the past two years he's won the title of Mad Dog—audience favorite, best show, craziest driver—but he's just missed first. But he just knows this is his year.
He's prepared for most everything except for the sponsor's rich, spoiled asshole of a son to be participating. (He's even less prepared for Steve Harrington to be a good driver, a great fuck, and maybe even a genuinely likeable person.)
Rivals to lovers and dirt and rust and car crashes, and not every car crash is a sex allegory, but a lot of the car crashes are a sex allegory. The sex is definitely a car crash allegory.
Excerpt:
The sun's going down and the floodlights have been turned on, turning the soft golden hour light into something harsh and stark. Despite his helmet and mouth guard, Eddie can still taste dirt and iron between his teeth from the constant clods of mud kicked up by the tires. The arena is filled with the stench of exhaust and oil and gas, burnt rubber and the ozone sharpness of metal grinding against metal.
Beneath Eddie, Corroded Coffin wheezes and gutters, the hearse on its last legs. She can't take many more hits. She struggles to turn right, and the brakes grind, and the body is dented in enough that his left elbow constantly rubs against the quilt strapped to the driver's side door as makeshift padding.
Across the arena, Harrington's Chrysler Imperial has lost all of it's polish and shine, paint ground off, scraped through, coated in mud, though the light still catches on the sheen of lingering glitter. Eddie can't see his face at this distance, cast in shadow, even staring straight down the barrel. But he can hear the engine roar.
A head-on collision is stupid. It's a good way to trash your car and knock yourself out of the running. But.
Eddie's heart pounds and his blood sings and every fiber of his body screams at him to drive his car directly into, against, through, Harrington's, until mangled metal twists together and you can't tell where one body starts and another ends.
They're the last men standing. And a head-on hit always makes for a good show.
some art/oneshot fic for day 2 of dom eddie week with the prompt: mean dom <3
gross
rating: E, no archive warnings
word count: 19,708
pairing: steddie
basic tags: canon divergent s3, mean dom eddie, brat steve, degradation, dirty talk, (rival workplace colleagues to lovers???)
snippet under the cut !
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“Wow,” he smirks. “You feeling lightheaded, princess? Should I catch you if you swoon? All the blood in your body seems to have travelled, uh –”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Eddie closes his mouth. He leans his hip against the counter, waiting for Steve to make a move. Steve does, his mouth in a bitter line, his hands still fisted – he steps into Eddie’s space, breathing hard, his fists curled up at each side.
Eddie has just barely an inch over him. Just enough to stare him down. To try and make him feel small. He waits for whatever vitriol Steve has planned to throw his way – braces himself for Steve to shove at him, even –
“So are we doing this, then?”
Eddie narrows his eyes.
Okay. Fine. Skipping foreplay, sure.
“Doing what, Harrington?”
Irritation flickers across Steve’s features as he steps forward again, still breathing unevenly. Still red in the face.
“You’re really going to make me say it?” he whispers. “You need me to ask?”
“No,” Eddie grins, reaching up to tug at the red ascot tied around his stupid little sailor shirt. He leans in closer, hooking a finger into the waistband of his stupid little sailor shorts. His lips brush the shell of Steve’s ear as he speaks, voice pitched soft and low.
