Hi! I'm Apple. I currently write for Stranger Things. The majority is Steddie, but I do branch out from time to time. After I ran out of link space in my old masterlist, I let it fall about a year out of date. But now I've created sub-lists to sort everything out again.
Last updated: June 23th, 2026
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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 a couple hundred standalone fics in there by now. With a lot of them not on ao3 at this time.
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 currently have written three long fics that are 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!
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Don't want quite as big of a bite? Check out these chaptered fics.
[click here for my CHAPTERED fic masterpost]
Fics that are hooked together in a connected universe, even if they can often be read standalone.
[click here for my SERIES masterpost]
Single fics that aren't too long, nor too short. I guess they're just right?
[click here for my TEEN ONE-SHOT masterpost]
[click here for my MATURE/EXPLICIT ONE-SHOT masterpost]
All the short fics a heart could want! I've written a lot for different events. Steddie Micro Fic, Steddie Holiday Drabbles, Corroded Coffin Fest, etc. Find all those fics here:
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[click here for my other FICLETS & DRABBLES masterpost]
All the fics I've written that are set in the Tuesday's Gone With the Wind universe.
[click here for my TUESDAY'S 'VERSE masterpost]
If you know, you know. Introduced during Tuesday's, and now they have shown up all over the place in my writing.
[click here for my GARETH/DI masterpost]
All the other pairings that also need some love in the fandom! Some are rarer than others.
[click here for my RAREPAIRS masterpost]
Gen fics also need some love in the fandom! Wanna read about Platonic Stobin, Gareth & Steve? This is the place.
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Prompt: Knot | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steddie | Character Study, slice of life, making up for lost time
Eddie was thirteen the first time he visited a beach. Uncle Wayne drove him to Lake Michigan for a weekend, thinking the sun and waves would soften the anger in him, a sandy panacea for all the hurt his parents had caused him. Wayne had let him sit alone with a book for a couple of hours before dragging him into the water, splashing him while Eddie stood there and took it, stoney faced. Until Eddie had snapped and splashed back, harder, meaner, and Wayne had grabbed him and held him while he cried in the waters of Lake Michigan.
He has some money these days, so now he swims in oceans instead of lakes.
Even under an umbrella he feels the heat on his skin, warming his sore muscles, making him sleepy. He drops his book onto his lap, his eyes slipping closed until he hears screaming and he wakes in a panic. But it’s fine, just Gareth’s boys out in the water, climbing all over their dad so he can throw them up into the air letting them land with a splash into the gentle waves.
“Here,” Steve says, helping him up from the lounger, and out into the sun. He spreads a towel on the sand and Eddie lays down on his front as directed. He hears the pop of a lid as it’s flicked open, the sound of sunscreen being warmed between Steve’s palms, and then strong hands are on his shoulders, massaging and kneading.
Eddie rests his head on his arm so that he can watch his friends playing in the water. He’ll go for a swim later, when the beach is quieter, when he can take his shirt off and not have to deal with the stares and whispers of the beautiful people of California.
He closes his eyes, let’s himself drift under Steve’s touch, let’s the smell of artificial coconut and salty air soothe him. The waves pick up and the sound of them lapping on the shore reminds him of that day with Wayne. A day where he finally let go and let himself be seen. A day where the Munson doctrine was temporarily drowned in Lake Michigan while he cried into his uncle’s chest. He learned it was okay to be vulnerable, you just had to show your soft parts to the right people. People who wouldn’t use it against you. People like Wayne.
People like Steve.
It’s still new, this thing between them. So much time wasted, so many years they could have had together if they’d just taken notice, just been brave. “Better late than never,” Wayne had said to him. The thought of never makes him feel cold. Never would have been like living in a world where the sun never rises.
Steve’s hand runs over a painful knot in Eddie’s shoulder and he groans from the pressure. Using a cane helps his leg but hurts his shoulder; Steve knows that because he knows Eddie’s soft parts.
“I love you,” Eddie says, the sound of it smothered by a wave hitting the shore, but the pressure on his back pauses just for a moment, long enough to know he was heard.
They haven’t said it yet, it felt too early for declarations. They weren’t teenagers, they’ve been around the block. But so much time has been wasted.
He feels a soft kiss on his shoulder and he smiles.
This is a fanworks challenge/event that is all about Corroded Coffin. It will take place from July 1st thru July 31st.
This is our third year of having an full month-long event during the month of July. This year's theme is "I Love The 80s" and all prompts come from popular/common things you'd find in the decade our show took place. Feel free to take the prompt and interpret it in any way you feel inspired!
The calendar of prompts is located here:
GUIDELINES:
Ideas for works include: fic, art, gifsets, fanvids, moodboards, edits, playlists, or anything else you can think of to celebrate Corroded Coffin!
For all written word entries, there is a strict word count minimum/maximum of between 300-1000 words. I'll use wordcounter.net to check the word counts before reblogging, so please use that site yourself to double-check your entry before posting to make sure you've stuck to that exact range! (If you haven't, I'll have to message you to ask you to fix it before it'll be added to the event. So, doing it ahead of time is best for both of us! Thanks!)
You'll get a comment from this blog with a "🦇" when it's passed the wordcounter check and has been added to the queue.
Do one prompt, do them all. Hell, do them all twice! It's totally up to you. You can pick and choose what you're interested in. I'm not going to police how you interpret the prompt. Just use them as a jumping off point to be inspired by the boys of Corroded Coffin, and then share that inspiration with us! (Not everything has to be band related, we encourage you to explore other parts of their lives, too!)
Submissions can absolutely be connected to other prompts from the event, or even past works, but should still be able to stand alone each day.
Every morning a new prompt card will go up, reminding everyone of what that day's prompt will be.
All submissions should include any pairings featured, content rating and any content warnings (CW) and/or tags that you think are appropriate. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:
Prompt Day 4: Headbangers Ball | Word Count: 765 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): None | Tags: Someday they'll get a video on MTV if it kills them.
Also, please put any explicit material under a read more cut, because anything rated E that's not hidden under a cut will not be reblogged.
For the artists! Your art submission must be posted on the same day as the current prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. Your piece of art (or other creation) must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this event. Thank you!
All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. (Who I look forward to learning the name of from you all, time and time again!)
Please tag us here at @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your entries so we can reblog them! Didn't get reblogged, and I didn't contact you? Double-check that your @ tag is connected to this blog in your posted work! If it's not, I don't get notified that they've been posted. If it looks good on your end, just send this blog a DM and we'll figure it out!
Be respectful of your fellow participants and readers. We're all here to have fun and share the love of all parts of Corroded Coffin.
Definitely feel free to ask me any questions you may have. You can send a message/ask to this blog or reach out to @thisapplepielife.
Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EDT on the day of the prompt in order to not be missed for reblogging.
If posting on AO3, please feel free to use the collection associated with this event: Corroded Coffin Fest AO3 Collection after your submission has been reblogged by this account.
Most importantly, have fun!
PROMPTS:
JULY 1ST - "Just say no."
JULY 2ND - Crop Top
JULY 3RD - TV Tray
JULY 4TH - Headbangers Ball
JULY 5TH - Perm
JULY 6TH - Family Video
JULY 7TH - The California Raisins
JULY 8TH - "Where's the beef?"
JULY 9TH - Leg Warmers
JULY 10TH - Waterbed
JULY 11TH - Ashtray
JULY 12TH - Mullet
JULY 13TH - Atari
JULY 14TH - Garfield
JULY 15TH - "Calgon, take me away!"
JULY 16TH - Hypercolor
JULY 17TH - Answering Machine
JULY 18TH - Wood Paneling
JULY 19TH - Rattail
JULY 20TH - McNuggets
JULY 21ST - Ecto Cooler
JULY 22ND - "Clap on, clap off, The Clapper!"
JULY 23RD - Acid Wash
JULY 24TH - Cassette Tape
JULY 25TH - Smoking Section
JULY 26TH - Mohawk
JULY 27TH - Casey's Top 40 Countdown
JULY 28TH - ALF
JULY 29TH - "Double your pleasure, double your fun!"
JULY 30TH - Doc Martens
JULY 31ST - Phone Book
SPREADSHEET:
If you'd like a spreadsheet again this year to help you keep track of the prompts and your progress, here's the one for this event. It seemed to go over well last year, so I made another one for this year. If you'd like to use it yourself, just go to File>Make a Copy and you'll get a version you can edit in your own Google Sheets.
Thanks for everyone that's participated in any way during these Corroded Coffin events over the last year! ❤️🦇🖤
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“It’s digestible” is pertinent!! Okay, for those of you who haven’t researched Crisco for writing fic about gay sex in the mid-late 60s:
The first-edition of The Joy of Gay Sex, published in 1977, declared, “Vegetable shortening may be the best lubricant, since it is not only greasy but also digestible”[4] Such a statement perhaps gives new meaning to the companies boastful declarations that “Its digestible” and “Crisco has been making life in the kitchen more delicious for years.” Similarly, in the 1978 sex manual The Advocate Guide to Gay Health, Crisco even earned an entry in the book’s index. Discussions of the shortening’s use as an anal lubricant indicate its popularity, with statements such as: “The lubricant, typically the cultic Crisco, must be copious.”[5] In fact, Crisco was so synonomus with gay sex that discos and bars around the world took on the name, such as Crisco Disco in New York City, which was one of the premiere clubs during the 1970s and early 1980s. Other clubs or bathhouses, such as Club Z in Seattle, even featured murals with Crisco. Thus, Crisco was conversely also one of many things that led to the formation of gay identities during the 20th century.
from this essay: http://www.columbia.edu/~sf2220/TT2007/web-content/Pages/drew2.html
Love this post for so many reasons but most especially because this is from all the way back in 2012 and and yet not a single blog in this thread is deactivated
Love the gay history, but i just wanna correct that the “it’s digestible” in the gay stuff was a reference to crisco’s tagline it had been using since 1911, the actual meaning of its digestible is because it’s main competition came from “enhanced” lards which were rendered pig fat mixed with non food thickeners that literally did not digest and caused people to basically just shit out pig cream, since crisco was veggie based the body digested it along with the food
This post is the opposite of net zero information. Not only did I learn several new facts about gay history but also we rounded our way back to the original question of the tag line and the mini obelisks.
June Prompt: Pride | Word Count: 481 | Rating: T | CW: Mild Sexual Content | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Canon Divergence, The Upside Down is Gone, But In The Aftermath Steve Still Needs Something To Do
"It looks clean enough to me!" Eddie hollers, standing on the front porch, putting in his two cents.
Steve's been scrubbing his car with a sponge for an hour. Suds running down, which he then rinses off with the garden hose, before scrubbing some more. Their water bill's gonna be sky-high.
"It's not," Steve says, hand still moving in tight circles, soaping up the car.
"If you say so," Eddie says, sitting down on the porch swing. Swaying with the breeze. It smells like rain. That figures. Steve will scrub and shammy that car to gleaming, then get water spots from the rain.
"It's a point of pride for some of us, you know? Having a clean car," Steve answers, not looking back at Eddie.
It's more than a little pointed. Eddie's truck is still muddy from the last time he and the boys took it offroad, where they promptly got stuck and had to push it out. But Eddie doesn't mind. It's mud. It's fine. It's gonna rain eventually.
But that's not good enough for Steve.
No, he needs something he can fix, Eddie's pretty sure. Their lives had been in such upheaval for so long, that Eddie thinks Steve always needs something else to focus on now that the Upside Down is toast.
Even if it's all but washing the paint off that car.
When Steve finally finishes, stepping back, admiring his handiwork, Eddie leans over the porch railing.
"Hey. I forgot to tell you. Wayne's wondering if you could pick him up from the plant tonight?" Eddie asks, knowing full well he's lighting a fuse.
Steve's hands find his hips, disappointment all over his face. He'd never tell Wayne no, not ever, but he's obviously thinking of the dirt road he'd have to go down to get there. In his freshly washed car.
He looks pitiful.
Eddie puts him out of his misery.
"I'm just kidding."
"You're an asshole," Steve says, tossing the wet sponge towards Eddie, which Eddie ducks. It lands with a splat on the porch.
"I'm your asshole, though."
Steve sighs.
"I don't know why," he huffs, climbing the steps, and Eddie falls in behind him, right on his heels. Crowding close to Steve's back.
"No idea at all?" Eddie pesters, reaching around, cupping Steve through his jeans. Giving him a gentle squeeze. A promise for more, if Steve's game.
He is. He always is, even when Eddie's annoying the shit out of him, and Eddie cackles running off for the bedroom, certain Steve will give chase.
Eddie's sprawled on the bed, just in time to watch Steve tug his damp shirt over his head, tossing it away, before covering Eddie's body with his own. Kissing him. Lacing their fingers together, squeezing, his wedding ring pinching Eddie's skin.
It's non-legal, at least for now, and Eddie knows that's something else Steve would love to fix.
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'PRIDE' wc: 481 | rated: T | cw: N/A | Tags: Getting Together, Rain, Storms, Eddie is a wet cat, good thing Steve likes wet cats
Eddie's luck takes a classical bad turn, but that doesn't last for long.
There’s rain soaked through every molecule associated with Eddie as he stands on Steve Harrington’s doorstep. His van sits empty and dead ten minutes down the street, incapable of taking the blame due to the infirm of old age.
Steve hasn’t answered the door, because Eddie hasn’t knocked, or touched the doorbell, or yelled at the top of his lungs that he’s going to drown in this fucking downpour if somebody doesn’t save him.
He was on his way home from a job when his beautiful, guileless baby broke down. He’s not going back there for help. Around here, the only other person he knows is Steve, who is as distant as he is manfully polite when paying him for services rendered, and despite everything about himself, Eddie has always wanted to impress him.
Thunder cracks and the wind blows colder, and he shivers so hard his knuckles just barely brush the door, but the minuscule noise it makes breaks the ice. He swallows his pride and knocks loudly, like throwing authority into it will save his image.
It takes a few times, but eventually the door swings open. Warmth radiates like a magic barrier between them, separating their worlds. Steve looks him up and down while Eddie does the same back—the guy’s in sweatpants and a wrinkly t-shirt. His hair is sticking up. Eddie might swallow his tongue.
“C’mon,” Steve says, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling—Eddie stumbles across the threshold. “What happened to you?”
He sounds grossed out, maybe by the wet cold thing in his hand. Eddie tries not to feel like a sewer rat.
“Van broke down. It’s raining.”
Steve turns his face away to yawn like a snake unhinging its jaw, then grabs the front of Eddie’s vest and starts pulling layers off.
“I can do it myself?” Eddie asks, instead of says, because Steve’s so efficient he’s got him down to his t-shirt and jeans before his mouth catches up.
“Sucks to do it yourself,” Steve mutters, tugging at Eddie’s belt like the cuffs will just open. “What’s up with this?”
Eddie can only give in. It’s warm in here, and Steve’s looking real good while he’s being so handsy. He undoes his belt and Steve continues, getting him down to his shorts, then claps his hands on his shoulders.
“Hot shower?” he asks, already steering Eddie towards the stairs.
“Sure,” he agrees feebly. The place is empty, but it’s still way above his paygrade—he’s too naked to walk through Steve’s house.
“I gotta shower too,” Steve says. Eddie shrugs. “Maybe I could warm you up.”
Eddie doesn’t respond to the joke until Steve shuts the door behind them both. He must’ve caught Eddie looking, but he’s also turning on the water and pulling his shirt and sweats off, so clearly Eddie’s dreaming.
Steve steps into the water and holds out his hand, smiling.
Steddie, E, 144K, 22/22 Chapters (Read on AO3)
“Rules. Like, there’ll be no eating in my car. You’re not driving my car. No heavy metal,” Steve keeps listing, “you’re not picking up women and fucking them in m-”
“I'll try to control myself,” Eddie interrupts with a quip, a smirk. Fucking girls in Steve’s car, or anywhere else for that matter, isn’t going to be an issue, unless something pretty fundamental shifts in him.
Steve continues, completely ignoring Eddie, “You’ll wipe your feet. You’re not dragging dirt all over my car. No hitchhikers. No cutesy road games. No smoking in the car. I’m not paying for all the gas.”
“Ass, gas or grass, got it,” Eddie says, like he's taking this very seriously. He is not taking this seriously.
Or: Road trip!
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.
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.
Shipwrecked in the '80s (Still Adrift in the '90s), Complete
My 2025 Steddie Big Bang fic. Podfic by @hullomoon!
Steddie, E, 27K, 5/5 Chapters (Read on AO3)
In 1998, 72.5 million passengers passed through Chicago O'Hare International Airport.
One of them was Steve Harrington. In fact, a lot of them were Steve Harrington. Every Friday, just like clockwork, he strides off flight 303 from JFK to ORD, in his suit and tie, phone plastered to his ear.
Somewhere else in Chicago, Eddie Munson's life is pretty good. He lives with his best friend. He works nights at a bar he loves. No, it's not what he'd imagined his life was gonna be like at thirty-two, because Steve isn't here, and there was a time he couldn't ever imagine living his life without him.
But he has, and it's fine, everything's fine. Honest.
He's accepted it. Fortunately, the universe, and Gareth, have not.
After a chance sighting in that busy airport, Eddie has the chance to try and reconnect with Steve after nearly a decade apart.
I Might Take a Plane, I Might Take a Train (But If I Have to Walk, I'm Going Just The Same), Complete
Planes, Trains and Automobiles AU.
Steddie, M, 17K, 3/3 Chapters (Read on AO3)
Podfic by @hullomoon.
Steve Harrington just wants to get home to see Robin and the overgrown kids for Thanksgiving.
Eddie Munson, and the universe, have other plans.
Or: Planes, Trains and Automobiles AU
How to Lose Your Roommate in Six Weeks, Complete
Steddie, E, 23K, 7/7 Chapters (Read on AO3)
"You and me. Six weeks. No strings. Just fucking," Steve says, and it's not a question. He's already decided. Eddie just needs to get on board. This is happening.
"You've lost your goddamn mind," Eddie says, shaking his head as his voice gets too high, shrill.
Certified Freak, Complete
Gareth/Steve/Eddie, Steddie, Gareth/Di, E, 18K, 3/3 Chapters (Read on AO3)
"Is he really?" Eddie asks, clinging to the door frame, not coming any closer, but he keeps scenting the air like he isn't believing his nose.
Steve lulls his head, rolling his eyes at Eddie, "You can smell him, right? What do you think?"
"I think he's twenty-five," Eddie answers.
Or: Gareth's a late bloomer.
Part 1: You Oughta Know | 12,321 | M
Part 2: I'm Brave, But I'm Chicken Shit | 13,945 | M
Podfic by @hullomoon & @n0connections
Series: Name the Time, Name the Place
Set Between S2 & S3.
Part 1: A Stairway to Heaven | 4,666 | E | (ao3)
Part 2: This Surely Is A Dream | 5,469 | E
Series: Naughty and Nice: The Adventures of Krampus & Santa
Steve "Monsterfucker" Harrington/Krampus Eddie Munson.
Part 1: Same Time Next Year? | 2,400 | E | (ao3)
Part 2: Climb You Like a (Christmas) Tree (2,806 | E | (ao3)
Series: No Sign of (Goddamn, Motherfucking) Soulmates
Soulmates AU.
Part 1: You're a Fucking Dickhead | 1,892 | T | (tumblr)
Part 2: Goddamn, Fuck You, Motherfucker | 3,420 | E | (tumblr)
Series: Go For Gold
Olympic Swimmer AU.
Part 1: Go For Gold | 1,000 | T | (tumblr)
Part 2: Permanent 99 | 2,811 | E | (tumblr)
Part 3: This Outsider Reputation | 1,000 | T | (tumblr)
Series: End of the World AU
Post-Apocalyptic AU.
Part 1: Miles to Go | 387 | T
Part 2: The Sound of Silence | 952 | T
Part 3: So Here Is Us | 509 | T
Part 4: Would've, Could've, Should've | 485 | T
Part 5: Click, Click, Click | 734 | T
Part 6: Turning a Corner | 888 | T
It has its own masterlist right here as well.
Series: Wildflowers...and All the Rest
Set in Tuesday's Universe. Gareth-centric. (Steddie also featured.)
Part 1: Wildflowers | 6,625 | M
Part 2: You Don't Know How It Feels | 4,204 | M
Part 3: Time to Move On | 5,809 | M
Part 4: You Wreck Me | 9,057 | E
Part 5: It's Good to Be King | 10,146 | E
Part 6: Only a Broken Heart | 6,423 | M
Part 7: Honey Bee | 11,082 | E
Part 8: Don't Fade on Me | 15,725 | E
Part 9: Hard on Me | 5,428 | M
Part 10: Cabin Down Below | 7,134 | E
Part 11: To Find a Friend | 5,624 | M
Part 12: A Higher Place | 7,007 | M
Part 13: House in the Woods | 7,391 | E
Part 14: Crawling Back to You | 31,650 | E
Part 15: Wake Up Time | 18,716 | M
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