Hi! I'm Apple. I currently write for Stranger Things. The majority is Steddie, but I do branch out from time to time, and you'll probably also notice some Gareth-centric fics popping up from me these days.
Last updated: June 24th, 2025.
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My hashtag #thisapplepielife: short fics gathers nearly every fic I post on Tumblr in one place. Short is relative, of course, but I've ended up using it for anything that isn't a long fic or series. There's gotta be 150+ standalone fics in there by now. With a lot of them not on ao3 at this time.
Note: As of 1/20/25 some of my fic tags are broken in some way that doesn't include all my fics anymore. Until I find the problem, they do work if searched on my blog, instead of all of tumblr, so I changed the links. If I ever get it corrected, I'll swap them back.
I've written a little connected end of the world universe set post-apocalypse. All those fics can be found in the end of the word au tag.
I also run the event blog @corrodedcoffinfest - if you'd like more Corroded Coffin fan works in your life, come join us!
Author's Self-Rec Fic: Tuesday's Gone With the Wind - this is my favorite thing I've written. So, if you wanna know what I'd tell you to read? It's that one.
(Some of my work is rated E, so please be mindful of ratings.)
I found myself way overdue for an updated masterlist, as my original one looks like I've only written three fics. So, here we go:
I've currently got three long fics all complete and ready to read in full. Tuesday's Gone With the Wind is my personal favorite, Take the Money and Run is my most popular and All Across the Universe is my most recent!
Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, Complete
Steddie, E, 184K, 9/9 Chapters (Read on AO3)
Corroded Coffin's leased plane went down on June 13th, 1995 in the woods of Louisiana.
Ten people on board died.
Eddie Munson survived.
Before he survived, he really lived.
Take the Money and Run, Complete
Steddie, E, 144K, 22/22 Chapters (Read on AO3)
βRules. Like, thereβll be no eating in my car. Youβre not driving my car. No heavy metal,β Steve keeps listing, βyouβre not picking up women and fucking them in m-β
βI'll try to control myself,β Eddie interrupts with a quip, a smirk. Fucking girls in Steveβs car, or anywhere else for that matter, isnβt going to be an issue, unless something pretty fundamental shifts in him.
Steve continues, completely ignoring Eddie, βYouβll wipe your feet. Youβre not dragging dirt all over my car. No hitchhikers. No cutesy road games. No smoking in the car. Iβm not paying for all the gas.β
βAss, gas or grass, got it,β Eddie says, like he's taking this very seriously. He is not taking this seriously.
Or: Road trip!
All Across the Universe, Complete
Steddie, E, 135K, 16/16 Chapters (Read on AO3)
Steve Harrington knows this world isn't permanent. They never are.
He blinks into existence, brand new and disoriented. He might not know where he is, or when, but he knows he's searching for something, for someone, as he's called on and on, all across the universe.
He always finds him.
Eddie.
I've got four series so far, and they can be found below:
Wildflowers...and All the Rest, Complete
15/15, Various Ratings, 151K, (Read on AO3)
Wildflowers is a companion series to Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, but with a focus on Gareth. So, I'd recommend reading Tuesday's first, to get all the context needed for this series. But if you like Gareth, especially if you enjoyed the version of him I explored in Tuesday's, than this might be for you. (Steddie also features.) It's some of my favorite work of mine, to date.
Jagged Little Pill, Complete
2/2, M, 26K, (Read on AO3)
My first foray into writing for Stranger Things and Steddie! Set in the 90s. Eddie runs, and Steve and the kids decide to find him using El's powers.
First part from Steve's POV and the second is from Eddie's.
No Sign of (Goddamn, Motherfucking) Soulmates, Complete
2/2, E, 5K, (Read on AO3)
I actually got assigned the prompt "soulmates" on both of my Christmas and New Year's bingo cards. Instead of trying to double-up, I decided to just make them companion pieces.
First part from Steve's POV and the second is from Eddie's POV.
Naughty and Nice: The Adventures of Krampus & Santa, Complete
2/2, E, 5.2K, (Read on AO3)
I actually got assigned the prompts "Krampus" & "Santa" on my Christmas bingo card. So, this was the only logical path that I had to go down, lol.
My one shots that are a little bit longer than a 1000-ish word ficlet.
PS: I hit the max for links in a post, so if it says "also on ao3" just click the tumblr link, and it'll be linked to ao3 from there. Some I added to ao3 after the fact, and if they aren't linked in tumblr post, I prioritized leaving those links here.
Steddie:
No Loose Ends, E, 6.5k, ao3 or tumblr
Never Not Mine, E, 3.2k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Secret Santa, E, 6k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Permanent 99, E, 2.8k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Oh, He Wants, E, 4.6k, ao3 or tumblr
Ready For It, E, 2.5k, tumblr
Of Wolf and Man, E, 5.5k, ao3 or tumblr
Vigilante Shit, E, 7.7k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Men Are All Lining Up, to Put Me on a Pedestal, E, 8k, tumblr (also on ao3)
You, Me & A Christmas Tree, E, 1.7k, tumblr
we left our hearts on our sleeves (and the clothes all over the floor), E, 2k, tumblr (also on ao3)
A Stairway to Heaven, E, 4.6k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Sympathy for the Devil, E, 6.666k, tumblr (also on ao3)
i get stoned for survival (it helps with the healing), E, 9.4k, tumblr (also on ao3)
we went down swingin' (yes we did), E, 7.1k, tumblr (also on ao3)
i needed the shelter of someone's arms (and there you were), E, 3.6k, tumblr (also on ao3)
got a love like denim, E, 1.9k, tumblr (also on ao3)
King Steve, M, 9.9k, tumblr (also on ao3)
If You Only Believe, M, 4.9k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Let the Boy Be Merry, M, 3.3k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Yours For The Weekend, M, 8.3k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Gravity Always Wins, M, 6.4k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Despite All My Rage I'm Still Just a Rat In a Cage, M, 3.3k, tumblr (also on ao3)
What Happened, Happened, M, 1.5k, tumblr
Tip Your Driver, T, 4.1k, ao3 or tumblr
Different Lessons, T, 3.3k, ao3 or tumblr
I'm An Island, But You're An Ocean, T, 2.2k, tumblr
Can't Miss Us, T, 1.9k, tumblr
Bats in the Belfry, T, 2.4k, tumblr
Sometimes Dreams Change, T, 4,9k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Fool Me Twice, I'll Bring You Down, T, 3k, tumblr
Novel Movements, T, 2.7k, ao3 or tumblr
When I Think About Seventeen, T, 2.8k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Read the Coverage, T, 2.7k, tumblr (also on ao3)
he keeps on loving me (and i keep on wondering why), T, 3.5k, tumblr (also on ao3)
i want you to love me like my parrot does, honey, T, 3k, tumblr (also on ao3)
Not In His Nature, T, 3k, tumblr (also on ao3)
What Condition My Condition Was In, T, 2.8k, tumblr
Even Strokes, T, 5.4k, tumblr (also on ao3)
The Rush, T, 2.4k, tumblr
a charity case, T, 3.4k, tumblr
Born to Run, T, 2k, tumblr
he had a marvelous time ruining everything, T, 2.5k, tumblr
written all over his knuckles, T, 1.3k, tumblr
Others:
Broken Halos Never Mend, M, 7.4k, tumblr (also on ao3) (platonic stobin)
Firing on All Cylinders, T, 3k, tumblr (Jeff & Goodie, Corroded Coffin, Set in Tuesday's verse)
Save It For a Rainy Day, T, 1.9k, tumblr (Wayne, childhood Steddie)
Set Sail on Your Ocean Of Flavor, T, 2.5k, tumblr (Chrissy, Eddie, Steve, Robin)
You Hear That?, T, 3.8k, tumblr (Robin, Corroded Coffin, Pre-Steddie, The Party)
And I run the event @corrodedcoffinfest that is currently hosting pop-up events. If you'd like to join, please come on over there!
The current event is the Good Fortune pop-up scheduled for January 1st, 2025.
After writing Tuesday's, Gareth wormed his way into my brain. Since then, he's been featured quite often in my fics. Here are some of those things:
Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, E, 184k
Wildflowers...and all the Rest, E, 151k
Certified Freak, E, 18k
Damage, Lots of Damage, E, 14k
No Loose Ends, E, 6.5k
One Nap at a Time, T, 2k
Bang Dem Sticks, T, <1k
Rotten Little Shit, T, <1k
Corroded Coffin Fest
I've ran out of links so this is what cut, lol.
Gareth fanvid for a Corroded Coffin Fest pop-up event.
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a million reasons by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 2248 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: established steddie, band breakup, birthday party, marriage proposal, grieving a loss of a future that never was so the future that was meant to be could exist and other such dramatics
You're Gonna Kill Me (Kiss It Like That) by @eternal-sunflowers | Word Count: 4448 | Rating: E | CW: Smut | POV: Eddie | Pairing: established steve/eddie; background CC | Tags: famous cc; dom top steve; sub bottom eddie; pwp; anal fingering; sweat as lube (do not!); anal sex; degradation kink; praise kink; steve is a tease; possessive jealous steve (it's a scene!); soft dom steve; (slight) brat eddie; dirty talk; hair pulling; butt plugs; aftercare; steve has nipple piercings; deeply in love
Turning a Corner by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 888 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic | Pairing: Steddie | POV: Eddie | Tags: Canon Divergence Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort, End of the World, Survival, Just the Two of Us, The World is Bleak, But We're Together, Steve's Sick, And Eddie Has To Take Point
one in a million by @hullomoon | Word Count: 599 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie Munson | Relationships: Eddie Munson & Corroded Coffin | CW: None | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Autographs
Our June microfic challenge is still active, and don't forget that the 3rd Annual Corroded Coffin Fest is next month!
Modern AU where Eddie rides a little viral moment into a music career, becomes one of the biggest acts in music...and now he's being trolled online.
There is a guy across social media platforms who comments under everything Eddie posts with a little 'Eddie Munson Fun Fact.'
It's very annoying because these facts range between mundane to embarrassing, and they're all true. This is clearly someone who is from Hawkins and went to school with him but Eddie has no idea who it could be.
Their profile picture is a poorly made ice cream cone and all their non-Eddie related posts are about StarCourt Mall conspiracies.
He'll post a little thank you to the fans or give updates on show dates, and without fail, Ice Cream Guy is there like, Fun Fact: Eddie Munson is a three time senior.
Fun Fact: Eddie Munson fell off a cafeteria table into a trash can once.
Fun Fact: Eddie Munson is a String. Cheese. Hater.
This guy is trying to get him canceled by Big Cheese.
Eddie's label hates him but his fans like him so Eddie kinda just deals with it because the engagement is good.
And then Eddie comes out.
He lets the whole world know he likes men and Ice Cream Guy is the first to comment under the post like, Fun Fact: I knew it.
Followed by: Fun Fact: Eddie Munson has a crush on me.
Eddie comments back: Prove it
Ice Cream Guy replies: Fun Fact: Ask me on a date first, freak
Eddie replies: How would I know it's you if I don't know who you are??
Ice Cream Guy says: You'll know.
Eddie's fan eat this up. They start bringing ice cream to his shows. They start making ice cream themed fan merch. They're drawing NSFW fan art of Eddie with a sentient ice cream cone.
Nothing really comes from this interaction and hype died down until one day, Eddie posts a photo of him and Steve 'The Hair' Harrington with the caption, Fun Fact: He was right.
Happy 3rd Anniversary, Tuesday's Gone With the Wind!
It honestly seems like these versions of these characters have been with me forever at this point. There's a distinct Before Tuesday's and After Tuesday's when it comes to my fic writing for Steddie, and Stranger Things in general. πΈ
I wrote a whole love letter to them on the 1st anniversary of it being posted, so I won't do that all over again. My feelings remain unchanged.
To celebrate, here's the opening credit sequence to the documentary that all the interviews that ran through this fic were for. I don't think I've ever posted it here to Tumblr before.
I still miss these characters. I'm just grateful I get to swing by and say hi to them every now and again through different ficlets set in this universe.
And each time someone new finds Tuesday's, or someone comes back for a re-read, and leaves me a comment that brings these characters back to the forefront of my mind, it makes my whole day. Thank you to each and every one of you that has ever given this fic a chance. β€οΈ
Here's my collection of all the Steddie fics I've written that are set in the same post-apocalypse universe. (Last updated: 6/10/26)
General Series Tags: Canon Divergence Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort, End of the World, Just the Two of Us, The World is Bleak, But We're Together
Miles to Go | Prompt: Rest | Word Count: 387 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic, Minor Injury | POV: Eddie | Tags: Eddie's Injured, But They Gotta Keep Walking
The Sound of Silence | Prompt: Needing To Be Quiet | Word Count: 952 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic | POV: Steve | Tags: Gotta Be Quiet, Walking, Still Walking, Hand Signals
So Here Is Us | Prompt: Edge | Word Count: 509 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic, Pre-Existing Injury | POV: Steve | Tags: Eddie Needs Medical Attention, Steve Does What He Can
Would've, Could've, Should've | Prompt: Time | Word Count: 485 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Temporary Canon Character Death | POV: Steve | Tags: Post S4, Time Travel Fix-It or This is How the World Ends, Steve Damn Sure Never Should Have Danced Made a Deal With the Devil At Nineteen, Open (But Hopeful) Ending
Click, Click, Click | Prompt: Fairytale | Word Count: 734 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic | POV: Eddie | Tags: Finding Somewhere to Hunker Down
Turning a Corner | Prompt: Million | Word Count: 888 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic | POV: Eddie | Tags: Steve's Sick, And Eddie Has To Take Point
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Prompt: Million | Word Count: 888 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic | Pairing: Steddie | POV: Eddie | Tags: Canon Divergence Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort, End of the World, Survival, Just the Two of Us, The World is Bleak, But We're Together, Steve's Sick, And Eddie Has To Take Point
Set in my connected one-shot End of the World AU 'verse, but can be read standalone.
A million miles. That's how far Eddie thinks they've walked.Β
He tries to do the math in his head and quickly realizes they haven't. That's too far. Years. Decades of walking.
A million steps, though? Probably.Β
There's a bag strapped to Eddie's back, and a second to his front. It's too heavy, but Steve's not doing so well, so Eddie's carrying the heaviest load for a change. Eddie'd given him medicine, dosed out of the big book, but he's scared it's losing potency as it ages. There's no way to get more, or least nothing fresher, so they've got what they've got.
Eddie's the one that's always sick. Always weak. And it freaks him the fuck out that it's Steve right now.
"Two more miles," Steve says, walking like every step he takes is killing him. They probably are. Eddie knows Steve can't possibly know how far they are from anything. They don't even know where they are, not for sure.
"Two more miles," Eddie still agrees. Because he will always agree with anything Steve offers up. It's just the two of them. They gotta work together, not against each other.
And at this point, two miles, or ten, doesn't really matter.
A demobat is flapping towards them.
They can hear them coming now. With the world this quiet, this still, they are very hard to sneak up on, which is kind of awesome. But Eddie knows that goes both ways. They are also making a lot of noise, just walking along.Β
Eddie shrugs the bags off, both of them falling with thuds. Steve's bat in hand. He can do this. Has. But Steve generally takes the lead.Β
The bat swoops low, and Eddie drops his shoulder.
Swinging, he makes contact with the bat, and it squalls. Shrieking at the audacity of Eddie striking it, as if it hadn't intended to rip his flesh from his body again at first opportunity.Β
He hits it once. Twice, getting it to the ground. And then, he does the maneuver he's seen Steve do so many times, stepping on it, before ripping it in half.
Eddie looks over towards Steve. Wanting approval? Maybe. Wanting to make sure he's still okay? Definitely.
Steve is fine. Breathing a little heavy, but still upright as he coughs.
How they can still catch illnesses with no other humans around is beyond Eddie's comprehension. But Steve is sick. Pneumonia, maybe, with the way his lungs sound.
"Got him," Eddie says, smiling, and Steve nods, holding his thumb up.Β
They've gotta find somewhere for him to rest. Two miles have come and gone.
Eddie isn't exactly sure where they are, but everything is covered in lush foliage. Kudzu, Wayne's voice in his head provides.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Eddie picks up the backpacks. He doesn't have time to wallow in his feelings. They gotta keep moving. Keep searching. For what, he's not sure. But Steve says walk, and Eddie will walk.
There's a set of abandoned train cars up ahead, and Eddie figures that might be as good of a place as any to sleep for a while.
"Train?" Eddie asks, and Steve nods. Train.
Eddie pries open one of the doors, checking it out, and it's empty. Except for some huge sacks of rice. Excellent. He hoists their backpacks up into the train car, and then squats down, making a booster step for Steve with his hands.
Steve steps into it, and Eddie pushes him up into the car. Then, he pulls himself up afterwards. Shoving the door closed behind them, only leaving a crack for fresh air and a sliver of light.
The pallets of rice seem like a pretty good bed to Eddie, and he motions for Steve to climb up. He does.
Steve sighs, like the relief of being off his feet is overwhelming. Eddie knows how that feels.
"Want me to take off your boots?" Eddie asks. Taking off shoes is a luxury these days, and Steve looks around, like he's weighing the risks. Finally, he nods.
And Eddie heads over, unlacing Steve's boots carefully, and then gently sitting them down, right within reach in case they need to bail quickly.
"Ah," Steve says, smiling, stretching his toes. "Thanks."
Eddie stands at the end of the pallet, and cups one of Steve's feet between both of his hands, kneading his thumbs gently into the sole of his foot.
"You feeling any better?" Eddie asks. He has to feel better. Eddie can't do this without Steve.Β
"Now I am," Steve says, and Eddie isn't sure if he's just humoring Eddie or if he is actually turning a corner. Eddie hopes for the latter.
"That's good," Eddie says, and rubs Steve's tired, aching feet until Steve pats the bag of rice next to him. Eddie doesn't need to be told twice.
There's plenty of options, other pallets, but being anywhere other than side-by-side is unappealing. Eddie lays down, shoulder touching Steve's.
Steve coughs, but it sounds marginally better than it did yesterday or the day before that. Eddie'll take it. Baby steps. Moving forward is all they can do. When you're the only people in the world, as far as they can tell anyway, that's the only option.
Hell, maybe they'll even find someone else out there in the next million steps.
I think when Eddie is out of town, which happens with a degree of frequency given that he's a musician, Steve is sad, but fine. He has a routine. Running every morning, work, going to the local park and cafe on his off days.
He misses Eddie like a limb, but he knows how to be on his own.
If, for any reason, Steve has to be gone while Eddie is home, it's another story. Eddie is a feral, wilted chihuahua. He's showing up at everyone's house, lamenting about being left alone. He sleeps on the couch just to be dramatic. He sends Steve postcards every day, even if most of the trips are too short for any of them to actually reach him.
Steve has learned to brace himself when he opens the door, ready for Eddie to leap into his arms and, more than likely, lick his face.
Prompt: Mischief Night | Word Count: 6k | Rating: T | Tags: Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Corroded Coffin, Horror, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending (additional tags on AO3, please check them all.)
Full fic on AO3, snippet below:
October 30th, 1984
The woods are noisy tonight, and Eddie could not be happier about it.
A cold breeze whips through the trees, pulling out the last remaining leaves from creaky branches, and thereβs the occasional pop and snap of twigs as animals make their way through the dark. Gareth jumps every time which never stops being funny.Β
The best bit is that itβs not even Halloween yet. Tomorrow theyβll go deeper into the woods, further away from Eddieβs home in the trailer park, far enough that it feels dangerous. Theyβll bring the ouija board and some candles, and Eddie will bring weed, and theyβll spend Halloween the way they always do now theyβre older - trying to speak to the dead while stoned out of their gourds.Β
Tonight though is not about speaking to the dead, tonight is about being a nuisance. Something Eddie is pretty good at.
Theyβre never prepared, the four of them, always leaving it too late to come up with a good plan on who to terrorise, or getting too high or drunk to enact their vandalism. Last year ended early because Matt couldnβt hold his liquor; the year before they rolled up to school with a van full of toilet paper and cartons of eggs, only to find a dozen other kids with the same idea. This year has to be different. He needs to make a statement. Heβs a super-senior, getting beaten at his own game by a snot-nosed freshman would kill him.
Failing senior year was harder than he let on to his friends, harder than he let on to Wayne for that matter, but at least he has people. Doing it alone, walking into that shithole for the second time to the stares of students and teachers alike would have killed him. Heβd have dealt with it, would have strolled in, cock of the walk, being as loud and out there as he could be, but inside a piece of him would have crumbled. Heβs grateful for these assholes.
Jeff and Gareth are batting names of teachers back and forth, Matt keeps talking about some gnomes on the Schneiderβs lawn.
Eddie shoves a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. βZombie Boy, Senior, got those last year,β he says as he digs through his pockets looking for his lighter.
Jeff sighs. βYou shouldnβt call him that, man. His brother died.β
βAnd yet, he lived to tell the tale. Your point?β Eddie raises his eyebrows in a challenge, and Jeff shakes his head and grabs a beer. βThe far more interesting part of that story, gentlemen, is who is buried in the little Byersβ grave. Maybe we should go out to the cemetery tomorrow night and find out.β
Matt slaps him on the arm. βThatβs gross, man,βΒ
Eddie breathes out a long curl of cigarette smoke from the side of his mouth, and pulls out a barely cold beer from the backpack before passing it around. Jeff and Matt continue to argue about whose house they're going to cover in the cheapest one ply toilet paper they stole from school.
Jeff giggles,βLetβs piss in Harringtonβs pool,β which earns him an enthusiastic clap on the back from Matt.
Eddie rolls his eyes.
βYeah, I donβt really want to risk seeing Harrington banging Nancy Wheeler on his lawn chair, thanks. Iβll pass.β
βIβd love to see Nancy Wheelerβs tits,β Gareth sighs.Β
βWell youβre not seeing them tonight,β Eddie snaps, flicking him on the side of the head.Β
Cheez Balls and Ho Hos get passed around as Number of the Beast plays from the little cassette player Jeff swiped from home, the irregular speed of the worn out heads slowing and dragging the sound. It sounds like itβs possessed. Eddie loves it.
He knocks back another beer, content for his friends to argue among themselves. Itβs after eleven and theyβre going to have to drop Gareth off before midnight if he doesnβt want another tongue-lashing from Garethβs mom - once was enough - so heβs pretty much given up on getting up to any mischief.
βWe should go to the Kellerman house,β says Gareth.
The chatter stops immediately. Thereβs a sudden swirl of leaves, branches creaking as theyβre pushed and pulled by the wind. One of their flashlights flickers out.
Itβs not that itβs a bad idea, it is after all just a house. Mr Kellerman still lives there, alone now since his grandson disappeared in the very woods theyβre sitting in, and who knows where his wife went? Wayne isnβt a great one for gossiping but sometimes you canβt help but overhear things, which means Eddie gets to know about these things too. Mrs Kellerman just upped and disappeared a few weeks after Randy disappeared and well, it doesnβt exactly look good. But nothing ever came of it, and now the old geezer lives out in that creepy old house all on his own.
βWhen did you get so brave, Gareth the Great?β
Gareth smiles proudly. He still seems to be over the moon at being in with the older kids, even if theyβre nerds thereβs definitely a cachet to that, and thereβs also the added bonus of not being such an easy mark in the school hallways, not when Eddie the Freak is your friend. And damn, if Eddie isnβt just a little proud of him for making such a bold suggestion.Β
Matt and Jeff exchange nervous glances, which is disappointing, Eddie didnβt count on them being pussies.
βThe guy killed his family, man. You want to be his next victim?β asks Matt.
βI think itβs a great idea,β Eddie says, rubbing his cold hands together with glee. He swats at Matt with the back of his hand. βCome on, man, whereβs your sense of adventure?β
βI keep it here,β answers Matt, patting his jacket pocket, βright next to my sense of self preservation.β
But the thing is, itβs Mischief Night and tomorrow is Halloween and they are but simple teenage boys. And so, despite their reservations, they trek through the dark, howling woods, all the way to the Kellerman house.
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SO excited to announced my project, Project #071, for @steddiebbang, Love on the Menu!!!
Looking forrward to working with my lovely artist @thotpuppy and beta @sereinpetrichor
If you like unlikely roommates to friends to lovers, food as a love language, and classic rom-com tropes, this fic might be for you <3
Summary below the cut:
Things are finally looking up for Steve. Vecna is gone, Hawkins is free from the machinations of the Upside Down, and Steve has gotten accepted to the University of Chicago. Nothing could derail his new beginning.
Until Robin suggests that he ask Eddie Munson to be his roommate.
Eddie, who snores like a subwoofer.
Eddie, who leaves his dirty socks hither and yon across the apartment.
Eddie, who is apparently a culinary genius and likes to remind Steve of all the ways in which his cooking skills are inadequate.
But ... maybe Eddie can teach him a few things. Maybe they could even become friends ... or maybe something more?Β
