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Happy spoopy season
Rapunzel costume designs for Tangled by Claire Keane
"It may not be high art but everyone's having too much fun to care" Cinematic Universe
The Mummy (1999) and The Mummy Returns
Men in Black
Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
Kingsman: The Secret Service and Kingsman: The Golden Circle
Pacific Rim
The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Feel free to add your own. Please note this is not just "any" fun blockbuster, it's a certain subset where it's a bit of a romp, everyone in the cast is having fun and it's just a joy to watch.
A Knight's Tale
ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
FETCH ME NEIL
HAPPY BIG TWENTY NEIL
Steve finds Eddie on a crawl to the Upside Down. But something's clearly not right with him... For one, where's all the blood and wounds?
For for @steddielovemonth day 25 prompt: bandana
In case you're wondering why I need to go and lie down now. This was the base I was starting from. Jesus fucking Christ I am a goddamn wizard
Dustin is almost sure Steve and Eddie are flirting.
From his spot close to the buffet table, he watches his two brother figures talk to each other on the other side of the room. They are too close; so close their feet are almost touching. They also keep smiling dopily all the time, leaning in to whisper something in each other’s ear and giggling, and Eddie is always touching Steve’s shoulder or arm, brushing strands of hair out of his face. It looks a lot like they’re flirting.
Dustin is still trying to figure out what’s happening with those two when Lucas joins him.
“What are you doing standing here like an idiot?” he asks.
“I’m observing something important and trying to figure out if I’m imagining things or not.” Dustin ignores the way Lucas rolls his eyes at him. “Are Steve and Eddie flirting over there? I swear to God, Eddie just brushed Steve’s hair out of his face for the third time in the span of five minutes.”
Lucas snorts. “What gave them away? The fact that they were holding hands when they got here tonight, or the fact that they’ve been dating for the past four months?”
“They are what?”
you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.
“So I’m supposed to hit the thing now, right?” Steve says with a furrowing brow as he scans down his character sheet. He was usually better at math than English back in school, but now even the numbers on this page are doing little flips around.
“Yes, Steve, that is the object of this fight: to win.” Dustin’s eye roll is almost more pronounced than his attitude.
Steve jabs his pencil toward him and is about to remind him to watch his tone, again, but Eddie’s voice starts before he does.
“Give him a break, alright? It’s his first time,” His voice is firm, but not unkind, and Dustin surprisingly listens. Steve reminds himself that this is Eddie’s domain, and the dungeon master himself flashes him an encouraging smile. “Go ahead, dude, what’re are you thinkin’?”
“You didn’t give us a break our first time,” Lucas grumbles.
“You little gremlins have years of experience on our esteemed guest here, didn’t think I needed to.”
Mike huffs loudly, “Don’t tell me you’re going easy on him just because you’re dating now, because that’s cheating!”
Eddie’s head snaps toward Mike. The sass from his face drops into fear.
“Wheeler.” He slowly raises a crooked finger, “You dare accuse your,” A hand goes over his heart, “beloved game master of such a heinous crime as cheating?”
Gareth groans. “Now you’ve done it.”
“The integrity of this table—my integrity!—at stake here and judged by a child,” The dramatics are in full swing, as are his arms that wildly slam against his chest as if he’s been shot. His head drops and his expression sneers at Mike. “I didn’t realize you’d so quickly forgotten who exactly caused the last near-TPK of this group.”
Steve doesn’t know what the hell a tee-pee-kay is, but judging by the boos now resounding around the table, it seemed very serious. Even Dustin is giving Mike the stink eye.
“I’ll still never forgive what you did to Bastian.”
“Oh come on, he was remembered as a hero!”
“You FED him to the ENEMY!”
“That wasn’t my fault, the soldiers tricked me and the dragon’s AC was—!”
“SILENCE!”
The room stiffens. Dustin and Mike shamefully retreat into their seats once more as Eddie narrows his eyes in their direction.
Steve blinks. Blinks harder. Looks anywhere he can that isn’t directly at his boyfriend. He shifts in his seat as memories of a certain moment in Reefer Rick’s boat shack flood his mind.
No, no, he will not be thinking about that in front of the kids.
“Good. Now, if I recall correctly…” Eddie turns to Steve with the sweetest smile reserved only for him, like he didn’t just command the entire room into shutting the hell up, “Steve’s initiative is higher than both of yours and it is still his turn. Go ahead, sweetheart.”
The jock’s face burns bright red all the way to his ears. His brain racks itself to try and think of something—does he attack? Does he roll? What’s his weapon again?
“Well um. I guess—”
But all he can do is stare right back at Eddie’s brown doe eyes that are still trained on his own.
“Uh…”
Jeff shakes his head. “Great job, man, you broke him.”
Eddie, who has at least five nicknames for everyone he knows, doesn't actually have many himself. Well, besides the fact that everyone calls him Eddie when his name is definitely Edward.
And at some point, it starts to really annoy Steve, who has always just been Steve until Eddie shows up. Or at worst, Harrington. His name is just Steve, too. Not Steven or Stephan — and not, as Dustin insists, Stephanie. His birth certificate just says 'Steve Harrington'. No middle name to soften the single syllable. Painstaking efficiency from his father, he supposed, though he's never bothered to ask.
So, yeah, it annoys him at first that Eddie calls him anything but his name. King Steve. Stevie. Steveo. Pet shop boy (illogical). Big boy (just straight up untrue). Sweetheart (confusing and disarming).
So he starts trying to give Eddie nicknames back. In retaliation, or whatever. He very quickly realizes his mistake.
Because Eddie beams and fucking blushes no matter what Steve calls him.
"You know, I ran away too."
Eddie's head perks up at that. Walking through this godforsaken place, danger at every turn, and somehow, as usual, Steve's got his full attention.
"What?"
"Well, yunno, you said you just—I mean you're upset, at yourself, for running away." Steve's words are jumbled, and his brow furrows like he's trying to figure out where he's going with this as they spill out. "I've run away from so much of my life, it's kind of insane."
Eddie bites back a scoff, settling for crossing his arms instead. "What, you ran away from some interdimensional monster breaking your friend's body, too? Whole town on a manhunt for you?"
"No, not that, dude, Jesus," Steve shakes his head. Eddie feels a little bad, hoping Steve picked up on the bitter ends of a self deprecating joke and not a half-assed insult. He wouldn't blame him though, with the reputation he's had all these years. Steve shrugs towards the older boy, seemingly unfazed. Or maybe just used to it. "Just…with life, you know. I mean, I ran away from everything."
There's an unpacked sack of regret sitting heavy on his words that Eddie picks up on instantly, and his own closed off shoulders drop. He sounds, admittedly, small. The way each and every member of Hellfire did before they found a place to belong for keeps.
"What, um," Eddie purses his lips, "What kind of stuff?"
Steve sucks in a breath. "School. My parents. My dad, mainly. My shitty friends, just…everything. Even Nance." There's a silence, but Eddie doesn't speak. He sees the rest of the thought on the tip of the boy's tongue and doesn't dare take it away from him. "I guess mostly myself? Maybe that sounds dumb."
"It's not dumb." His tone is firm.
Steve looks over at Eddie curiously. Eddie's eyes meet his, as if to say keep going. So he does.
"I dunno. I just. I was always so focused on what everybody else saw me as. Of this made-up royalty I'm supposed to be, the prom king who's got everything he wants in the palm of his hand, and if I didn't keep that up, then what was I?"
It's just them and the fucked up trees. Yeah, these trees are definitely fucking listening.
"And then that was toast, because it's all bullshit that doesn't matter. So I stopped caring about it, which I should have done a long time ago, and then just…I dunno, there's not much left besides that. And that's depressing as shit, so," His chuckle is humorless, "Easier to just pretend it's not happening than to look at yourself in the mirror sometimes, I guess."
And that, Eddie decides, is the moment that the entire facade of this bullshit King Steve routine fully disappeared. The moment he realized that Steve was exactly like everyone else. Like him, even.
There was no royalty or freakazoid here. No Harrington or Munson. There was Steve, and there was Eddie.
And Steve was more than bullshit by his standards.
Eddie stops, abruptly, prompting Steve to nearly trip over a branch and do the same. His eyebrow raises as he watches the metalhead search the ground for something. "What're you doing, man?"
Without looking up, he responds, "Looking for a stick. Like a normal one?"
"Uh…"
"Ah! This'll do." Eddie grabs himself a broken branch with the least amount of disgusting sludge on it. He starts walking towards Steve, who takes a step back.
"Whoa, what are you—"
"Kneel."
Steve coughs, "I'm sorry?"
"I said, your royal nothingness, to kneel," There's a grin on his lips. It's wild, and looks much better on him than the trembling lips and fear stuck in his eyes these past couple days. It's…cute. So as weird as it is, Steve does as he says. The small squish under his knees is a sound he hopes to one day forget with a large amount of therapy.
"Steve Harrington," Eddie starts, holding the stick outright, "King of Hawkins High. I bequeath you this opportunity—nay, this demand."
"Demand?"
"Yes, this demand, of your humble, devoted subjects"—he bows, dramatically, flipping his hair down then back up and of course smacking Steve in the face with it (and it is strangely very soft)— "to rid yourself of your birthright."
"What is happening."
Eddie lowers the branch over his left shoulder. "Rescind your crown."
Steve blinks, trying to recall if he's ever even heard someone use that word, and then realizes what the hell he's getting at. "How do I…do that, exactly?"
"Simply say it, and it will be done." Eddie grins and waggles the rotting wood around for good measure. "Power of the stick, dude."
"Okay. I, um, rescind my crown?"
Eddie throws his whole body upwards, "With conviction!"
"I rescind my crown!" Steve all but shouts. He's smiling now, laughing at the absurdity, and how it actually makes him feel better. Eddie is too, and the boy returns the grotesque stick beside Steve's head.
"And you denounce your status as perpetuator of bullshit?"
Steve snorts, "God, please."
Eddie nods. The stick moves to just above the other shoulder. "Then I hereby absolve thyself of your royal nature. With it, all avenues of douchebaggery are sealed. You are now…"
Eddie drops the so-called magic stick and reaches out a hand towards him. It's such a simple gesture. Literally just a handshake waiting for him. But Steve looks at his hand, then up at Eddie and his unforgiving grin, and a warmth like no other bubbles up behind his ribs. He takes Eddie's hand and gets slowly pulled up to his feet.
"One of us. The freaks."
Steve doesn't think he's ever seen any eyes as deeply brown as Eddie's. They're eye-level once more, and it's like everything's changed in the span of a few minutes. He doesn't even register that he's staring until Eddie's tilting his head towards him, once again intruding his personal space.
"Earth to Harrington, you still with me?"
Steve smiles, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm with you."
Steddie right? But steddie where Steve is like, "yeah I'm bisexual (or just in general queer), and yeah I want to do romantical and sexual things to one of my best friends Eddie Munson.* But does he tell anyone this? No. It's just a fact that he's accepted.
This leads to, Eddie going on multiple failed dates or having relationships crash and burn and he's lamenting to Steve.
He's just been broken up with by the 4th guy in like 2 months, and he's kind of going crazy.
"babe" but platonic "dude" but romantic
Give this flailing drama queen a 20ft wingspan and he’s knocking everything over, taking out everyone’s ankles
Them <3
Same.
That's down bad for you.