hi, I'm π¨πππ‘π‘, she/her, 30s, bisexual, brazilian, writer. || chronic illnesses/disabilities || deep love for music || steddie brainrot || fashion & movies too
IβmΒ shelley (call me shell/shellsie if you want!), a 30 yr old,Β she/herΒ fromΒ Brazil. You can find me as shelleyminxΒ on AO3 just like here on tumblr. Iβm aΒ writerΒ and I just started publishing my works! By now itβs just Stranger Things (mostly Steddie and Henderhop), but I might post my writings of other fandoms too.
I reblog lots of random things related to my tastes. Iβm a total nerd for vintage culture, music, high fashion, cinema and podcasts (tho I mostly listen to Brazilian ones). If you know me from my rpc days, currently I only play 1x1 and I'm closed for plots. Recently I made a sideblog for my Djo posts (I keep my album reviews and stuff here, there is for silliness), which is @mrsmountebank!
There is nsfw on this blog (fanfiction, language, photography, gore), I will try to tag accordingly since I also post content for all ages. I live withΒ epilepsyΒ and I talk about it here sometimes. Themes likeΒ grief, and depression also appear, but I always tag those.
under the cut you will find all my masterlists and links (fics, hcs, character analysis, etc). Welcome to my internet corner! Feel free to follow and interact (β Β β Λβ Β β Β³β Λβ )π
my writing:
(from 3k to 15k words)
Red With Love
Obviously, there was only one bed. A round bed. And red walls, red carpets, a red mini fridge, a fucking red heart-shaped tub. Because if it wasn't bad enough to have his (almost) brand new break right as a snowstorm seems to be on the way, Eddie had to get stuck in a love hotel with no one other than Steve Harrington.
Word Count: 9,1k | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | Tags: enemies to lovers (but only in Eddie's mind), dry humping, post-canon (but Eddie lives), set in 1996
β₯οΈ obs: this was written for the Steddie Winter Exchange for my lovely giftee!! The hotel, Tropical Inn, is inspired by famous real life love hotels and resorts of the Poconos Mountains in Pennsylvania, such as Penn Hills Resorts, Cove Haven and Pocono Gardens Lodge. The original post has some pictures of the inspirations.
In My Peripheral Vision
It's the spring of 1989 and Steve is finally moving on from them, having his fairytale wedding. And Eddie, who's been stuck on his own failing marriage, watches from afar, collecting memories of their days together like old trinkets, trying not to get too close.
Word Count: 10k | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | CW: a LOT of internalized homophobia; brief mention of parental abuse; unplanned pregnancy; miscarriage; cheating
This December, I'll Remember
After a decade avoiding his dearest friends, Eddie finally shows up to their yearly holiday reunion. As he reconnects with those people and sees the adults they've become, he faces his own truths and regains some memories his mind swept under the rug.
And he learns that remembering can change everything.
Word Count: 6012 | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, little mentions of other couples. | CW: past drug addiction and alcoholism, brief mentions of hallucinations, sound hallucinations and intrusive suicidal thoughts, mentions of vomiting |
π obs: written for Corroded Coffin Fest pop up event "If We Make It Through December", songs used as inspo: This December by Ricky Montgomery and A Long December by Counting Crows.
(from 500k to 3k words)
Corroded Coffin Fest
14 standalone oneshots, 11 being steddie, 3 centered only on platonic relationships, lots of Corroded Coffin interactions.
3 of my entries below:
kiss me under the bleachers
Prompt Day 28: Never Been Kissed | WC: 997 | Rating: G | CW: bullying | POV: Eddie | reader's pick!
Because of a valentine's day prank that went too far, Eddie looks for a place to hide and ends up at Steve's hiding spot. Something begins that day.
better change your tune
Prompt Day 14: Poetic justice | WC: 995 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Eddie | my personal pick!
Making mixtapes for his friends ends up becoming some sort of therapy for Eddie during his recovery. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't figure Steve Harrington's music tastes right.
so different when I'm on the stage tonight
Prompt Day 22: Friday Night Lights | WC: 998 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Eddie | Wayne-is-everything-to-me-pick!
Wayne is getting married, Corroded Coffin plays a gig at the reception and Eddie has a surprise in store for him.
master list of my entries below:
Corroded Coffin Fest 2025 entries
steddie bingo (round three)
How I Reappear
Prompts: Guitar; "Forever?" "Why not?"; Music | WC: 1,8k | Rating: G | CW: grief, parent death | POV: Eddie | (inspired by My Chemical Romance songs)
drabbles:
Rebel Without a Cause
Word Count: 100 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington |
Steve dresses as James Dean for Halloween and Eddie is only human.
wrapped around you (requested)
Pairing(s): Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler | Rating: G | POV: Robin | CW: slight period-typical homophobia, internalized guilt
Robin can pretend all she wants, but there is a certain someone she'd love to ask for prom. If she could, how would she do it?
works in progress
(links for each wip tag, with snippets, hcs, random thoughts and all things related!)
π Jesus Christ (That's a Pretty Face) | Steddie, Steve is wrongly presumed dead and wakes up on a morgue while Mortician!Eddie is working. Set in 2009, Explicit, angst, religious themes and catholic guilt, hurt/comfort.
π I Will be Your Garage Band King (temporary title) | Steddie + open relationship Jancy (casual Jargyle/Ronance shenanigans) + Buckingham | 90s AU, Punk!Steve, Am I a Bet? trope, Mature or Explicit (not sure yet)
π Something Vengeful, Something Blue | Henderhop, side Steddie | modern AU, Jane/El centric, flower shop/tattoo shop rivalry, rate T, coming of age, found family, romantic comedy.
π Someday I Suppose | Steddie | 90s sitcom au | 5 times Eddie almost finds the one he got away + 1 time he finally does. | Songfic | Rated T or M, I'm not sure.
on hiatus:
π No Title We Nameless Like Freak | steddie, sound tech Steve meets Corroded Coffin, set in 1989, Explicit, coming of age, CC before making it big. (being rewritten)
π High Top Sneakers (temporary title) | Buckingham + side steddie, set on a indie rock festival camp, Mature, coming of age, comedy.
things to know me:
tags:
I ramble a lot in tags
here's my personal tag
I participate in a lot of tag games
Stranger Things Headcanons
not a fan account but I post a lot of Djo things (impressions, opinions, freakouts etc), so here's a tag!
Last but never least:
There are ships I don't like or engage in, but that doesn't mean I can't follow or befriend people who like or produce content for them! However... I don't engage with any Harry Potter related content. I have pretty much every tag and term related to it blocked. And though I won't go on your chat or ask box telling you what to like, I won't refrain myself from posting my opinions regarding the franchise and the author on my blog. I'm totally anti generative AI, don't follow me if you post anything made with it. I'm against censorship, tags and filters are our best friends.
I think that's it for now!! π my ask is always open, I love meeting people and sharing the silliness of life! π
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Okay I know I said these would max out at 1000 words but this one really took me on a ride. Thank you for the prompt, @novacorpsrecruit.
Divider from @diviniyae
Ship(s): Henderhop, henderbros (just a little for flavor)
El isnβt a child, and sometimes Dustin feels like the only person in their friend group who gets that.
She could probably blow up a car with her damn mind, she survived in the woods for months without them, she has tastes and opinions and feelings and theyβre all normal and valid. Sometimes he wants to, and has, slapped Mike right in the side of the dead for talking to her like sheβs slow.
So El isn't a child, but there are gaps in her knowledge that make it painfully clear that she didnβt have anything nearing a normal childhood.
βMer Maid?β
βYeah, itβs a story, you know, like Cinderella, only she has a fish tale.β Could he explain it better? Sure, but then he wouldnβt get to see that adorable little head tilt thing she does when she doesnβt understand things.
βCinderella, the one with the slippers? And the pumpkin?β She perks up the way she does any time she already knows something. The euphoria of knowledge, Dustinβs favorite feeling. Well, maybe his second favorite feeling, now.
βExactly, but this one is like, a half fish half woman, and she falls in love with a human on the shore and has to make a deal with a sea witch to get legs. I used to think they were just a story, but now that weβve confirmed the existence of other dimensions, the existence of para-human cryptids seems much more feasibleββ
He goes on, excited by the potential for scientific discovery all around him. El is one of the few people, the only person, really, who loves to listen. Lucas, Will, and Mike will go on and on with him about certain things. Radios, DnD, alternate dimensions, but they run out of steam quickly on the other stuff.
El is more like him than he thinks other people realize, thirsty for knowledge, and knowledge. Sheβs a genius in her own right, taking in the world through a lens he canβt understand. Sheβll say something so simple, but it will completely change the way he sees the world.
They spend the rest of the day like that, lounging in his living room, fending off his momβs attempts to feed them both. The topics change, but Dustin keeps that conversation in the back of his mind.
β---
βWhy do I have to be the one to take you? And why canβt we just go to the library, you know, in town?β Steve gripes, grabbing random books off the shelf, flipping through them, and then putting them back in the wrong place. Dustin chooses to ignore that, lest he lose sight of the mission.
βBecause we need to make a purchase, and there are no bookstores in Hawkins, ergo, a bookstore in Halsey.β Dustin rolls his eyes. Theyβve already had this conversation twice, and itβs not like Steve said no, so he should just drop it.
Steve mumbles under his breath, something about a history of stealing from the library that doesnβt dignify a response, especially when he finds what heβs looking for.Β
βFound it!β He explains, pulling the large tomb out from the middle shelf, flipping through it leisurely. βThumbalina, The Princess and the Pea, The Wild Swan, The Little Mermaid! Perfect, okay, I got what we need.β
Steve leans over his shoulder, looking down at the book. βFairy tales, seriously? You made me drive all the way out here for some kidβs stories?β
Dustin scoffs, Steve doesn't get it. βFirst of all, these are classics. Second of all, fuck off. And third and most important of all, these are for El.β
Steve was the only person Dustin had told outright that he was in love with El. It wasnβt that he was embarrassed. Why would he be embarrassed for falling for a literal superhero, especially one as pretty and kind and funny and unique and, well, everything as El? It was just awkward, given her history with Mike, even if heβs pretty sure at least Will has caught on to whatβs going on.
But Dustin needed Steve because he's his mentor, and Steve had been the one to tell him to always jump on any opportunity to buy a girl something she mentioned not having in casual conversation, so here he is.
Steve makes that annoying face he gets sometimes when he's feeling especially sappy about something, but thankfully doesn't say anything about it. He just gives him one of those little noogies with the flat of his palm and walks him to check out.
β---
Dustin bikes over to the Byers/Hopper house as soon as Steve drops him off. Heβs on a mission.
Jonathan opens the door with a look like he definitely knows what and who Dustin is here for and finds it very amusing, but itβs Jonathan, so he doesnβt say anything about it, not that Dustin was waiting around to be let in. He happily pushed past him and into the living room, tossing hellos to Will and Joyce as he went.
He does actually wait at Elβs door after he knocks. Max put him through the wringer the one and only time he dared to barge into her room unannounced. It made for an effective lesson.
βDustin,β El said in that way that meant βItβs good to see you.β
Dustin smiled back, lifting up the shiny purple gift bag heβd nicked from the hall closet before heading over. βI come bearing gifts, mβlady.β El giggles, and Dustin feels like he might explode.
They settle on the floor, backs pressed against the bed frame. El takes the bag, gently peeling back the thrice reused tissue paper and pulling out the book.
Andersonβs Fairy Tales.
El runs her finger delicately along the illustrated color, carefully taking in the details of the nice, painted cover heβd spent an extra 50 cents on. El deserves a nice copy, not the boring green fabric ones.
βIt's a collection of fairy tales, like we were talking about last week. Look.β He opens the book, showing her the table of contents and pointing to the eighth one down.
βThe Little Mermaid,β she reads, slow but sure. Itβs kind of amazing how quickly she learned to read given the circumstances.
βYeah, I figured we could read them together if you wanted. We could take turns reading them out loud, see which ones are the best.βΒ
Dustin wouldnβt describe himself as shy. Despite the years of bullying and weird looks and exclusion, he knows exactly who he is and is proud of it. Heβs going to change the world, unlike the mouth breathers who shoved his head in the toilet, but El has already changed the world, and he wants more than anything to be someone who makes all those sacrifices worthwhile.Β
βSo, do you like it?β He asks, because thatβs what it really all boils down to. He wants her to like the gift he gave her.
El stares at the book, turning the pages slowly and stopping any time thereβs an illustration to examine it closely. Dustin doesnβt push for an answer, not with her, he knows sheβll answer in her own time.
βIt is perfect. Thank you, Dustin,β She says, looking him right in the eyes.
Dustin was already ready to jump for joy, mind spinning with all the different ways they could share the book. They could go story by story, or pick the ones they wanted to read, maybe one person could read while the other drew a picture based on the story and then compare it to the one in the book orβ
The press of soft lips on his cheek is feather light and quick, like a butterfly landing on a flower.
His mind stops, eyes going big in his head. El just kissed his cheek. What the hell? Did he die?
El giggles, that mischievous look she gets when she knows exactly what sheβs just done, making Dustinβs heart melt even further. He blinks at her, making her giggle even more. She grabs the book and puts it into his hand, resting her head on his shoulder.
βWill you read the first one?β She asks sweetly. Too sweetly, the little imp.
But what can Dustin do but oblige her? He clears his throat and starts reading. βOnce upon a timeβ¦β
Rules: For each word assigned, share one sentence or excerpt from your WIP(s) that contains that word. Then tag some friends to keep the game going!
I was tagged by the awesome @offbeatrinkydink and my words are: GRIND, REWARD, INCIDENT, THIGH, & GREEN, all the snippets are from my WIP Jesus Christ (That's A Pretty Face)
GRIND
"We're too far away from the edge to fall off," Steve rests a hand besides Eddie's head for stability, but aside from that, he doesn't move. Neither of them do, it's almost like they're afraid of ending up grinding on each other.
REWARD
[...] a couple of tears escape from Steve's eyes as Eddie thrusts, eyelids almost shut, face sweating. There's something rewarding in seeing him come undone like this.
INCIDENT
Maybe then, Eddie will see the incident as one of the thousands of weird medical things that can happen to a body. Most importantly, maybe he can stop seeing Steve as a body, a corpse, and see the conscious and very alive person inside.
THIGH
[...] he's not alone. Worse than that, he's all over Steve Harrington, of all people. Being a messy sleeper is not his own fault. He kicks covers, turns around dozens of times in his sleep, so it's not exactly surprising that he's thrown the blanket over Steve, or that he has a leg flexed over the dude's frame like he's a freaking body pillow. Or that his boner is inconveniently pressed against Harrington's thigh.
GREEN
It's not even pretty, with wall paint peeling off the corners and stains on the kitchen window curtains that would have his mother squeaking. Eddie's blue covers have a hand sewn random green patch on the very corner, as if it was ripped and he fixed it himself.
no pressure tagging: @psychotic-nonsense, @vthx, @yesdangerpls, @bitemebat @butwhatisit @queenofshenanigans with the words: TREE, BEAUTIFUL, LOWER, JEANS, VIDEO
Rules: For each word assigned, share one sentence or excerpt from your WIP(s) that contains that word. Then tag some friends to keep the game going!
I was tagged by the lovely @hbyrde36 and my words are: STRIP, DECOR, CLOSE, POISON, & LOUNGE
All the snippets are from my SBB fic, You've Got Mail!
STRIP
"And while I was totally ready to go home and strip him all over, I think I needed that moment to breathe and to just enjoy the moment."
DECOR
"When I was being cautious you were screaming about how I should live life and be spontaneous and now that I'm finally letting my guard down you're worrying about his home decor or whatever?"
CLOSE
"I simply say yes because his nipples are staring at me through his shirt and I'm close to dropping to my knees and begging him to let me give just a little lick and
β¦ I think you're right about the "me needing to have sex" thing."
POISON
"There is one major difference, however: though The Clock Killer likes to poison his victims with hallucinogens before assaulting them, he always sticks around to make sure they are really dead."
LOUNGE
"It was a lounge with loveseats and little tables for two, decorated a lot like the top floor, but it felt way more exclusive and romantic. They even had a band playing! MARVIN GAYE!!!"
no pressure tagging: @machtaholic, @emeraldzephyr, @eriquin, @svalinnside, @eternal-sunflowers with the words: CRACK, PERHAPS, PROMISE, KNUCKLES, JEALOUSY
this was written for @corrodedcoffinfest I Love The 80s
I'm never alone (I'm alone all the time)
Prompt Day 26: Mohawk | Word Count: 998 | Rating: G | CW: grieving, language, slight drug use, drinking | POV: Jeff | Pairing(s): Jeff & Lucas Sinclair, Corroded Coffin & Lucas, Mike, Dustin, Will | Tags: canon compliant, set in between s4 and s5, they miss Eddie, a bit of a character study on Lucas Sinclair
Summary:
It almost feels like it used to when they smoked for the first times with Eddie, back when Gareth would almost cough his lungs out. Now, Mike is the one who coughs and then blushes. Till 86, smoking together was a Corroded Coffin thing, but it was kind of an unspoken agreement that at any point the youngsters would be deemed old enough to barge in if they wanted to. Now, even if they weren't old enough, whatever hell resides in this city has been eating them alive too much for them to give a fuck.
What's a little marijuana anyway?
Or: Jeff could use a day with his friends, even if he knows it will be a little empty. So he reaches out.
reat it on ao3
Jeff is gonna get a mohawk. He's decided. Does he know how to do it? Hell no. But he has the right person for the job, the one guy whose hair had become practically a school monument, a guy that definitely spends many minutes in front of the mirror each morning, despite being devastated by the earthquake (or whatever may have really happened in Hawkins, Jeff is never sure) and by the heaviness of grieving and carrying a broken heart around.
Lucas Sinclair.
Because yes, while the social structure of the Hawkins High student body had been pretty shaken since they were all quarantined last year, it isn't completely shattered. And the other jocks can say whatever they want, but scoring the championship decisive point in '86 threw Sinclair right up the social ladder, even if he doesn't seem as interested in it now as he once had been.
He doesn't even notice, but people stop to see him walk by. And his hair is fantastic. Maybe not as flawless as it was before the disaster, but still. The guy has style and, most importantly, Jeff trusts him. He's heard Sinclair talk about how he learned how to cut and take care of it from his dad and the only barber in town who knew how to handle afro hair was injured badly last year, bless his soul.
Plus, Jeff could use a day with his friends.
"Dude, I'm not sure if I can do that," Lucas sighs, eyeing the drawing Jeff just handed him. He couldn't find a reference picture, so that's what he's left with.
"I want it just like yours, but, hm," Jeff tries again "with this shape. I think you can do it, man. If it doesn't work we'll just buzz it out."
Lucas lifts his brows, then stares, then studies the drawing again. Then he smiles.
"Ok, let's do it."
They didn't need the whole club there for it, but Jeff clung to the excuse to reunite. Not that he thought they'd all actually go, but he had to try. Hellfire had been dissolved without Eddie. Jeff misses them, sue him.
So they all reunite in Jeff's house. Gareth, Doug, Mike, Lucas, even Dustin and their friend Will. Jeff places a chair in the garage for him to sit and the others accommodate themselves on the beach chairs Jeff's used to take to the lake or on the floor. It's weird at first. It feels almost wrong to be joyful now that their friend is gone. But then Gareth shoves Mike to the side after a joke Jeff didn't really hear and they all laugh. Even Dustin laughs a little, very small, nothing like the way he used to laugh, but it's something.
Jeff puts on his most prized possession, the I Against I Vinyl, by Bad Brains. He has no idea how Reefer Rick got it for him, but boy, how he's happy to have it. Lucas chews his gum obnoxiously loud while cutting Jeff's hair and Mike clearly enjoys the music.
"So, what do you think?" Lucas asks, handing Jeff a mirror.
"Woah, fuck!" Jeff answers "it looks so fucking cool!"
"Dude!" Doug starts, equally excited "I never thought I'd say that, but you're giving real rock legend."
"Fuck off, Douglas!" Jeff laughs.
"We should bleach the ends, it'd look so metal!" Mike suggests.
"Or so punk," Gareth corrects, faking disgust.
"Whatever," Mike rolls eyes like he always does when any of them starts picking up on his and Jeff's punk tendencies "I was so right about getting a red mohawk. It'd look fucking awesome."
"Oh my God, Mike. Not you with the red mohawk again," Lucas sighs "don't count on my help you, man."
"Why not?"
"Do I look like I know how to handle that white boy hair of yours?!"
"You should ask Mrs. Byers," Dustin jokes, a slight smile on the corner of his lips. Will laughs loud, ooks at Dustin with the fondness of someone who misses his friend's laughter.
"Oh yeah, she'd nail it."
After sweeping the floor, Jeff suggests they find somewhere to hang out. Honestly, there are not many places that doesn't feel haunted by Eddie's absence. Still, they agree on driving to the old junkyard.
"What?" Jeff asks when they all shoot him startled looks.
"It's just impressive that while we're in a shortage of many types of foods, you still have weed." Doug states, then laughs.
"Well, Rick apparently has better relations than the mayor. You want it or not?"
They share a few beers and the two joints Jeff has. It almost feels like it used to when they smoked for the first times with Eddie, back when Gareth would almost cough his lungs out. Now, Mike is the one who coughs and then blushes. Till 86, smoking together was a Corroded Coffin thing, but it was kind of an unspoken agreement that at any point the youngsters would be deemed old enough to barge in if they wanted to. Now, even if they weren't old enough, whatever hell resides in this city has been eating them alive too much for them to give a fuck.
What's a little marijuana anyway?
It is, of course, a little empty. They joke and talk and break random shit, but it's like they're not running in full capacity anymore. In a way, they never will. Not since death took away one of the gears that made them work as a group.
Later, Jeff drives Lucas back home with Doug. Lucas was always his favorite amidst the four. He'd always believe that people would stop picking at them if he succeeded in basketball, or that his girlfriend was gonna take him back. Jeff wonders if he's still is an optimist at heart and prays that if there's any God above, they keep him like that.
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i'm gonna do a WIP game even though i never finished those liminal prompts last time don't be mad at me
help me work on my WIPs!
rules: for every ask i get, i have to write 500 words, and i will share a 200 words snippet. this is required of me by law and if i don't complete it i will be sent to the gallows + the burning pit etc. send in a request for any of the WIPs below, you can do more than 1 but please no more than 2 <3
WIPs you can request snippets of:
α―β boatfic (title TBD): after richard harrington kicks the bucket, steve blows up his life and hides in a houseboat in maine. eddie finds him.
α―β never made it to graceland, chapter 9: after steve's disappearance, a snowstorm, and a brush with hypothermia, steve and eddie reunite.
α―β ziggy plays guitar, final chapter: steve watches eddie find small ways to help his group and to make everyone more comfortable -- most of all, eddie makes him feel.
tagging some friends to please kick my ass but i welcome anons and other friends as well <3 @kkpwnall @fastcardotmp3 @judasofsuburbia @yourbestclothes @monkleya @fragilecapric0rnn @figthefruitfaeth @butchhorse @sangrientojoe (i know 95% of you aren't into steddie anymore but perhaps you are still into meeee<3)
Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and Iβll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple!
I was tagged by by the ever lovely @arcanemoody; thanks so much, buddy!!! ππ€π
I meant to get this up yesterday, but better late than never! Keeping things nice and simple as I return this round, so the options are the two fics I'd really like to focus on for the foreseeable future:
ποΈ- you wanna feel how it feels Ch. 7 - Steddie bodyswap fic
π - Crush Confessions Ch. 2
Tags and a snippet from the next Steddie bodyswap chapter below the cut:
As soon as Mr. Munson was out of earshot, Eddieβs playful demeanor dropped, his grip on Steve tightening.
βShit, man, don't leave me hanging here, the suspense is killing me,β Eddie's foot started to tap, his fingers fiddling with rings that weren't there. All the usual signs that said he really was nervous. βSoβ¦what'd my uncle say to you?β
Fortunately, Steve could put his mind at ease.Β
βNothing, really,β he shrugged. βAll he told me was toβ¦I donβt know, keep being myself? Not, like, change for anybody else. You know, just typical kinda dad stuff.β
Not that Steve was totally sure what the usual dad advice looked like, not really. He couldnβt remember his dad ever really being encouraging in the way Mr. Munson had just been.Β
βBut I told him not to worry about it. Youβre always justβ¦authentically you, yeah? Itβs not like youβre gonna wake up one day and decide to change to impress or, like, please anybody else, so.βΒ
To his surprise, Eddie blushed, turning Steveβs cheeks bright pink.
βMeddling old man,β he muttered lowly.Β
βNah, man, no way. Honestly, I thought it wasβ¦pretty cool of him. My dad would probably do a back flip if only I would change, you know?β
Eddie turned sad, doe eyes on himβcould they even get that big when Steve was the one in there?βlooking like Steve had kicked a puppy in front of him.
βChrist, sweetheart, everything I hear about your dadβthe guy sounds like such a dickhead, man.β
I am no pressure tagging @nancywheelesbian @tinytalkingtina @machtaholic @literatiruinedme @hbyrde36 @apomaro-mellow @fuctacles @yesdangerpls @clownifornian @allsteddie @onirislanding @shelleyminx @queenie-ofthe-void @emeraldzephyr @battythejester and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!
I'm down to two WIPs, and also currently on vacation. ππ΄βοΈ
When I come back, I'll focus on wrapping up Coverage (one chapter to go, baby!!), and after that I'd like to concentrate on the Life Debt AU and also get back into short form writing some more.
Regular WIP Weekend will resume three weeks from now. Until then ...
Send me a word and an emoji (π₯ or βοΈ). If that word is in the WIP, I'll share the snippet. If not, I'll write three new sentences.
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The way people do not realize that Caleb's dad did his hair. His dad liked it. Caleb liked it. That's really the only thing that mattered. You know what. . .I'm going to say it. I like Lucas's hair in s4 and s5.
Seriously, it's been a hectic July. It's one of the busiest times of year for my job, so writing has been a struggle recently. Luckily, we are winding down with a lot of the high-stakes projects I've been assigned to, so that means more time and energy for writing!
Easing back into WIP Weekend with an All-SBB weekend! Send me an ask with your favorite Stranger Things GIF for a snippet of my SBB project!
To get you started, here's a snippet of what I've been working on...
"Steve?"
Steve tilted his head toward the quiet call of his name, cracking an eye open to see Eddie standing in the doorway of the little room where the toilet was. He was backlit by the bathroom sconces, Steve hissing at the stabbing pain that felt like it traveled through his eye into his brain, tilting his head back down to press his eyes into his forearms. He heard the soft click of the light switch and heard the shuffle of fabric as Eddie returned to the doorway.
"Are youβ¦is everything okay, Steve?" Eddie questioned softly, reaching out as if to touch him but second-guessing and pulling back.
"Migraine," Steve bit out as he felt another wave of nausea hit him, groaning and trying not to gag. He didn't want to puke in front of Eddie, in front of anyone. The act made him anxious enough anyway, his body breaking out in a cold sweat as his heart rate skyrocketed. "Edβ¦out. G'na puke."
all the rights that come with marriage you should be able to have without marriage btw. you should be able to designate a person who can visit you in the hospital regardless of your relationship to that person.
Time for all the words!!!! (Literally this is what keeps me writing lol)
Reminder of the Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and Iβll write 3-9 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! No limits to the amount of emojis you can request.
[theyβre all Steddie fics lol]
πͺ - Modern AU where Eddieβs record label wants him to βclean upβ his image a bit and brings in one Steve Harrington do perform said βmakeoverβ LOL - this one is at the epilogue, folks!
π¦ - silverfox!Steve x younger!Eddie (shy, homebody Steve with a more confident Eddie)
π§ - Modern #steddie AU where Steve is a YT-er who does baking tutorials, but with a GoPro strapped to his chest so all the viewer hears is Steveβs voice and all they see is Steveβs hands as he works. Heβs got MILLIONS of followers. Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin is one of them. Eddie creates an anonymous account to follow/subscribe.
π - Methods of Keeping You Clean (Steddie Big Bang 2026 ) [I can finally share snippets for this!!!!]
π³οΈββ§οΈ - Stevie Week fic! Because I love challenging myself Iβm writing a seven chapter fic using some of the theΒ @stevieweekΒ prompts to post in August (a chapter a day)
Steve felt himself blush at the feel of Eddie's hand on his - he felt like a teenager again going on his first date.
"Is this weird for you?" Eddie asked after a moment.
"A little," Steve admitted. "Like I said, it's been a while."
"So, we let it be a little awkward while we work through it," Eddie replied. "Because I already know I want a second date."
"You do?" Steve asked.
"Yeah," Eddie said. "Like I said, I watched you for a while before I even talked to you - not in a creepy way, promise."
"I believe you," Steve replied with a chuckle.
"So please believe me when I say I will definitely want to go out again," Eddie said.
Steve nodded, blushing when Eddie gently squeezed his hand before clearing their lunch trash off the picnic table.
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happy disability pride month and once again, FUCK lazy subtitles. fuck the [speaks foreign language] instead of actually transcribing the words, fuck shortening sentences and changing whats been said for no reason, fuck censoring swearing in captions but not in audio and fuck anyone who says youre being 'too sensitive' for being upset about a lack of accessibility
