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 shell, a 30 yr old,Β she/theyΒ 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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Steve Harrington gets a job as a catalogue model for J.Crew in the 90s. His picture is in every magazine and every store, it's steady money, and going to quaint little places and pretending to be happy while wearing clothes he likes and looks good in is strangely therapeutic. Funny how that works out. All credit for this au goes to @bugmusings, hi!!!!!!
Decided itβs a whole heist plot where Steve realizes an ex lost their tape and goes on an odyssey to get it back so he doesnβt get outed. Embarasses himself admits the situation to several people. Finally gets his hands on it. Decides to watch it for fun
digital selfharm is real. do NOT check up on that ex-partner/ex-friend. do NOT reread those old messages/conversations that you know will hurt your feelings all over again or that will otherwise make you feel like shit. do NOT block evade to see if youβre being talked about. inhale. exhale. let it pass and youβll be better for it.
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Prompt: Plan or Coast | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | CW: None | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, And Is Doing So Far, Far From The Court of Public Opinion
Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.
The water is lapping at the shore, and Eddie digs his toes into the wet sand. He looks down, and can hardly believe his legs are his own. He didn't even know he could tan like this.
It's warm, and it's peaceful here on the beach. With the sounds of the ocean, and yeah, there's a few birds to grate on his nerves, but it's mostly nice. He's got all the fresh tropical fruit he could ever want to eat. He's got a hammock, his guitar, and his freedom.
So, why does he still feel caged? He hangs his head, resting his forehead on his knees.
Steve's late.Β
Two days late.
And with no way to contact him, or anyone from the outside world, all Eddie can do is worry.
On day four, he catastrophizes:
Steve's lost at sea.
Steve's been hurt.Β
Steve's been killed because the Upside Down has flared up again.Β
Steve's fine, but isn't coming, because he doesn't care anymore.Β
Eddie takes a deep breath. He knows none of those things are likely, and even if they were, he can manage on his own for a while. He's got fruit, and he's honestly gotten pretty good at fishing. Plus, it's not like he's used all of his stockpile from Steve's last drop.
The sun goes down, and he stands, brushing the sand off his shorts. Trudging back up into the bungalow.Β
On day six, he climbs a tree and just as he's about to climb down, he finally spots the familiar sailboat on the horizon, and breathes a sigh of relief.
Steve's coming.Β
It'll still be a couple hours, but he's almost here.Β
"Sorry it took so long," Steve says, stepping down off the deck.
Eddie's standing ankle-deep in the water, ready to help guide the boat in and get it anchored.Β
Once they do, Eddie knows he's vibrating with excitement.Β
He's here.
"Get lost?" Eddie asks, shoving his hands in his pockets, trying to not smother Steve before his feet are even in the sand.
"Not hardly," Steve says in a snit, and Eddie feels so much affection for this bitchy man.
Eddie smiles.
Steve will unload his supplies, stay a week or so, and then disappear for six months. Eddie's already dreading his departure, and the feeling that will overwhelm him as the sailboat gets further from the coast, smaller and smaller on the horizon, until he can't see it at all.
"Will you take me out on the boat?" Eddie asks.
Steve smiles, and if he resents having to step foot back onto the boat again so soon after dropping anchor, he sure doesn't say so. Just nods, and hops back up on the deck, reaching his hand down to help Eddie up.
"Permission to come aboard?" Eddie asks, his hand already in Steve's.
"Permission granted," Steve says, tugging him upwards.
Eddie loves to watch him sail, even if he'd deny it to his dying breath. Finding out Steve Harrington is a boat man was a shock. Though, it shouldn't have been. Prying out of him that he was a contender in many regattas on the Great Lakes amused Eddie to no end. He didn't even know what a regatta was until meeting Steve.
After watching him running rigging, then attaching the tiller, Steve finally hoists the sails.
They unload the boxes from below deck, Steve going up and down, and handing them to Eddie on the beach. Eddie runs them up to the bungalow, and then they do it all over again.
Only, this time it doesn't stop. Eddie's not sure how much shit Steve's brought him this time.
It's a lot.
He's not sure he has room for all this.Β
Then, his stomach swoops low with the realization that if Steve's stocking him up this good, that he's not coming back anytime soon.Β
And the dread sets in.Β
Steve's shirtless and shoeless, looking very at home on the beach. Soaking up the addictive warmth.Β
He's dripping after swimming in the crystal clear water, where he'd floated easily on his back before resurfacing, his chest hair damp and clinging to his skin, even darker than ever.Β
Now, Steve shakes out his hair, and it's the best pornography Eddie's seen, well, ever.Β
There's a stash of skin mags Steve's brought him in his nightstand. The bottom of the pile, women.Β
More recently? Men.
Eddie never said a word, but Steve got to know him better, obviously, even in these short visits, and adapted.Β
Steve Harrington is observant. That much Eddie knows.Β
Steve stretches his hands over his head, and it's obscene.Β
Eddie's only got so much self-control. So, he sits on his hands, pressing his lips firmly together.Β
He's only a man.Β
A week becomes two, and they sail around the island. Steve standing at the helm, in his tiny swim trunks and boat shoes. He looks like a Kennedy on Hyannis Port and Eddie definitely shouldn't find it as attractive as he does.Β
Steve's never looked richer than he does on a boat.Β
Dropping anchor, they jump in to swim.
It would be winter in Hawkins right now, so this must be a nice change of pace. A little break. A vacation.Β
Eddie's bun comes loose, and he shakes out his wet hair. It's long, even for him.Β
Treading water, he tries to put it back up again. Steve crowds close, and Eddie uses him for stability.Β
He's the only stability Eddie's had for years, honestly.Β
Bun fixed, he realizes how close he is to Steve's face, and swallows.Β
Steve moves in, the kiss telegraphed from a mile away.Β
Eddie doesn't meet him in the middle. Instead, he squeezes Steve's shoulders.Β
"I can't," Eddie chokes out, "When you leave, it'll kill me."Β
Steve smiles.Β
"What do you think all that extra shit was? I don't plan to go anywhere anytime soon."
The words register, and a second later he's being kissed. Hands clutching, holding him tight, like Steve plans to never let go.Β
If you want to write your own, or go see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!
Notes: True Love will always be a boy on his sailboat. First there was Pacey Witter. Now, Steve Harrington. The bar is set high, folks. β΅
They put Steve in boat shoes in the epilogue. What else was I supposed to do about that? LOL.
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Steveβs been independent since forever and wonβt ask for help and wonβt take it when itβs offered. Eddie finally breaks saying βYou act like you have to handle everything alone! Iβm right here, Steve. Let me in, man.β
They just shout until their throats are raw. Until Eddie slams his bedroom door and Steve walks out into the storm. But he comes back at 2am. Soaked to the bone, standing on Eddieβs trailer steps.
βCan I need you?β Steve whispers. βPlease. Is that allowed?β
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]
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 at the end of this month (a chapter a day)
"It's going to be okay, sweetie." Momma had helped her dress in her swim trunks and pink t-shirt for their celebratory beach day. Stevie had looked at herself in the mirror and wanted to cry. Because the last thing her Daddy had done before the divorce had been final was march her to the local barbershop and made the barber give her a 'proper boys cut' - and Stevie's hair had finally gotten long enough to do pretty curls!
"Are you gonna go swim, sweetie?"
Stevie looked over to where her mom lounged on a towel and shook her head.
"Don't wanna," Stevie said, then winced when Carol Perkins ran past her in a bright pink bikini and splashed into the lake.
"Okay."
Stevie sighed when Momma sat up and wrapped her in a hug, pressing a kiss to her hair.
"You don't have to see him again and I'm gonna make it right."
"I know," Stevie whispered, blinking back a couple of tears as Momma smoothed her hair - she'd tried to make it look cute but it was still too short.
"Hi."
Stevie blinked when a boy sat down down to her, blinking at his buzzed head and big, brown eyes.
"Hi," she whispered.
"I know you - you just moved in across from me," the boy continued. "I live with Mr. Wayne - he's my uncle."
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I need you young people to know it was almost never this hot when I was a child. Millennials and Gen Xers are all nostalgic and excited about summer because it was about ten to twenty degrees cooler to experience it back then!
I cannot express to you how FAST it has gone. I grew up in a world that does not exist now.
We're starting on the path to reverse it, globally. You might not know how much solar has EXPLODED in the last decade or two. It's gone from a side thing, a weirdo novelty that was just Not Viable... to whole countries investing in infrastructure.
but we have to keep fighting big oil and fascism everywhere we can in order to keep on this road to a new better less scorching burning earth.
But any time you wonder wtf the weather is doing- THIS IS NOT NORMAL, NO. THIS IS NOT WHAT IT WAS EVEN TWENTY YEARS AGO.
This is a small steddie smut-based event that takes place during the month of September. This event is open to writers and artists!
The event is co-run by @eternal-sunflowers and @novacorpsrecruit :)
We wanted to do something to celebrate four years of steddie, and thought, why not make it smutty? π₯
Each week, there are five prompts to choose from, loosely categorized as: theme, situation, experience, relationship, and a phrase. In your entry, you must include at least one of the prompts for that week.
This is an 18+ event. No minors allowed.
2026 Schedule Breakdown:
Week 1: September 1 - 6
Week 2: September 7 - 13
Week 3: September 14 - 20
Week 4: September 21 - 27
Catch-Up Days: September 28 - 30
What to Include When Posting:
In your Tumblr posts, please tag us @steddiesmutember and use the hashtag #steddiesmutember26 to be reblogged!
Though we know this is a smut event, please still use AO3's rating system in your post description: M (mature) or E (explicit).
Please include any relevant cw/tw in the description.
Once approved, you'll receive a comment on your Tumblr post with a π₯ emoji and your work will be added to the queue!
Writing and Art Stipulations:
All writing submissions must be a minimum of 300 words. There is no word count maximum. Have fun. :)
In terms of art, we're flexible! Traditional, digital, mixed media, graphics, collages, etc. Be creative and have fun. :)
Other Rules/Guidelines:
This is an 18+ event. No minors allowed.
Absolutely no AI generated works allowed. Don't make us upset.
Entries must be steddie focused.
Each work must include a minimum of one prompt. There is no limit to the amount of prompts you can combine into one work. Go forth and prosper, friends.
Feel free to add your submission to our AO3 collection!
All works must be posted between September 1 - 30 in order to be reblogged and/or added to the AO3 collection.
Do I have to follow the weekly schedule as written?
Short answer, no!
The weeks are broken up to give a general sort of guideline on what to create, but you are not confined to the week system. Please feel free to create for any of the prompts at any time!
Like a prompt from Week One and Week Three and want to combine them? Go right ahead!
Finish your Week Two prompt during Week Four? Go ahead and post it!
Want to write a Week Three prompt and post during Week One? Hell yeah, go ahead!
We want everyone to have fun creating smutty works about our fav guys. :D
Can I post my work elsewhere?
You can absolutely post your work to other platforms, too. We only have this Tumblr and the AO3 collection. If you want us to share it, just link it to us here :)
Do my works have to be stand alone pieces?
No! You can include works that are part of a series if you'd like. As long as they fulfill the prompt and follow the rules, you're good.
What are the catch-up days for?
Did we miss your work? Do you need a bit more time to finish? ;) Use this time for that!
This is also when we'll start assembling the master posts for the weeks/prompts.
2026 Prompts:
Week 1: jealous, first time, oral, friends with benefits, "This is mine."
Week 2: soft, closet, rimming, dating, "Lean back."
Week 3: angst, car sex, edging, secret, "You're soβ¦"
Week 4: comfort, quickie, overstimulation, hook up, "Made for meβ¦"
Any questions? Drop us an ask here, or message sun or mari! We look forward to seeing what you create. :D
