Hello! My name is Thérèse and I am an aspiring author just looking to share my stories and gain feedback as well as constructive criticism. In order to do so I have created many masterlists for characters I write for to spread my work as much as I possibly can. You can find them all below. I do take requests for the characters listed in these masterlists along with others that may not be listed. Thank you and happy reading!
AMERICAN HORROR STORY MASTERLIST
CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST
FRED HECHINGER MASTERLIST
GLADIATOR II MASTERLIST
HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST
IT MASTERLIST
IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA MASTERLIST
JACKASS MASTERLIST
MARVEL/AVENGERS MASTERLIST
SLASHERS/HORROR CHARACTERS MASTERLIST
SHAMELESS MASTERLIST
STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST
MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST
All of these masterlists will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being written.
Picture commissioned from lovely @furrysphinxthrone
Eddie Munson x Reader • 80s Zombie Apocalypse AU
based on this request/idea
WC: 2700
Warnings: some gore and violence obviously, but it’s also funny, think classic zombie slasher, eventual smut, MDNI
You thought getting called into work hungover after a second-year high school reunion was a bad day.
Try surviving a local zombie outbreak with Eddie Munson and his crew.
The phone rang many times before you picked up, whoever it was, they were insistent.
“Hello,” you said in the voice you normally use for ‘fuck’.
“Sorry to bother you so early darling…”
Not him again. Your boss. The clock was showing 11:15, the button broke in winter, so after daylight savings it was really 10:15.
“I’m fine.” You looked at the bucket by the bed, empty.
“So there’s a basketball game at Hawkins High tonight, a short drive from me, everyone hungry for hotdogs, good cash…”
The voice on the other side was almost apologetic.
“Why are you calling me now for the 6pm event?” The blood was pounding in your temples, you carefully sat up in the bed, and looked around — at least this is my house. Good.
“I might have eaten most of the stuff from the truck. You will need to restock. Get breakfast on me. Or lunch. Or a hotdog.” He laughed at his own joke. Son of a bitch.
“I’ll get ready and come by. As quick as I can.” That probably meant a few hours, taking last night’s second year high school reunion into account.
You peeked through the blinds at the sunny day outside, squinted, swallowed a pill and went to shower.
6pm In the neighboring town of Hawkins:
Eddie bent over the campaign notes — the map of the dungeon, the encounter tables, dialogue notes. The Hellfire Club was going to walk into the Lair of the Crimson Lich and they were going to suffer, cry and beg and Eddie was going to enjoy every second of it.
He was waiting for the party, reading through the notes again, chewing on the rubber of the pencil, when the door of the drama room slammed open so hard that the window rattled.
Erica Sinclair stood in the doorway, chest heaving, looking like she’d run the entire length of Hawkins without stopping.
Eddie lowered his notes slowly.
“I saw a boy,” she gasped, “eating a girl.”
Eddie stared at her.
She stared back.
He sat up, set his notes aside, and folded his hands on the table preparing to give a sex ed lecture.
“Erica,” he said, in his most patient voice. “What you witnessed is actually a completely natural, if deeply personal—”
“Shut the dumpster.” She looked like she wanted to throw up. “Not like that, you absolute creep, he was eating her brain—”
“Wha—”
“Her actual brain, Eddie—”
“Okay, I hear you—”
“There was so much blood—”
“ERICA.” He was on his feet now. “I hear you. Okay? I hear you.” He crossed to the window and looked out, half expecting to see nothing, half expecting her to be pranking him, because she was absolutely capable of it and he wouldn’t put it past her.
Eddie saw Jason Carver on the sidewalk across the street.
He saw Jason sucking the brain out of some cheerleader’s skull with enthusiasm. Her body flat on the sidewalk, his face covered in fresh blood and brain mass.
He dropped the curtain. Contents of his stomach tried to come up, then again. Eddie put his hand on the windowsill to steady himself.
“Okay,” he said, very quietly, to the wall. “Okay. That’s. Yeah.” He turned around.
Erica was watching him with wide eyes. She was twelve years old and he had no answers for her.
“Lock the door,” he said.
She already had.
They waited for the others.
Mike and Dustin didn’t show. Gareth didn’t show. Jeff didn’t show.
Eddie sat at the head of the table, looking at his campaign notes and listening to the sounds outside getting worse and trying to think. Erica sat across from him eating the last of his chips.
“We have to go,” she said, around a mouthful of Doritos.
“I know.”
“My parents don’t know where I am.”
“I know.”
“Eddie.”
“I know, Erica, I’m thinking—”
“Think faster.”
He looked at her. She looked at him. Outside, something fell over with a wet crash and neither of them looked toward the window.
“Okay,” he said. “There’s an emergency stand at the end of the corridor. We need to make it there, grab the fire extinguisher and run downstairs to the parking lot. Stay next to me.”
Erica sipped her soda and nodded.
Eddie peeked outside the door. The corridor was empty, freshly washed and quiet like always when everyone except the outcasts were at the basketball game.
Halfway through the hall they saw Mrs. Braun, the history teacher Eddie frequently clashed with. Her eyes were whitish, face pale grey and she moved slowly but with the determination of a tank. The sleeve of her pink blouse was ripped off, exposing a deep bite on her arm.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” Eddie froze mid-step, considering running or redirecting.
“Munson.” Erica pulled on his hand.
“Yes, that’s me. Why the fuck is it always me in the middle of the shitstorm?”
“Analyze this later.”
“Okay, I’ll run to grab the fire extinguisher while you go back to the room—”
“Absolutely not. I will distract her while you run. She seems slow and wears those stupid shoes.” Erica didn’t lose her cool, or at least pretended better than Eddie, whose brain was short-circuiting.
“Fine, just don’t get caught, okay, kid?”
Eddie sprinted toward the fire stand while Erica started making noise and moving frantically, trying to distract Mrs. Braun without attracting more zombies. Eddie was almost at the stand when Mrs. Braun lurched toward him clumsily — and he made a sound he will never tell anyone about.
Thankfully, whether it was a zombie characteristic or just a history teacher attribute, she was slow enough for him to pass her and reach the fire stand, where Eddie desperately jerked on the handle before reading — pull the ring. He got to the fire extinguisher just in time to blow a spray of foam in her eyes, then hit her head with the bottom of the container. She fell down hard and splayed on the linoleum either dead or knocked out.
Just as he breathed out and felt the droplets of sweat run down his back, at the other end of the corridor a zombie basketball player emerged.
“Run, Erica!”
She did, but jocks even in zombie form were quick and better oriented. Erica barely made it to Eddie as he was spraying the zombie. The door closed behind them with a heavy thud. Eddie had to sacrifice his belt to tie the handles. The way to the van was clear.
Eddie drove with both hands on the wheel. His jaw set, taking turns he didn’t need to take, avoiding a few scenes of former citizens feasting on brains. I will take her home, then sit in the van and panic. Erica froze in the passenger seat with her arms crossed and her eyes tracking everything with pure horror.
The Sinclair house looked untouched from the outside, which was either a good sign or the cruelest possible joke. The porch light was on. The door opened before they made it up the front path — Mrs. Sinclair saw them through the window and pulled Erica immediately.
“She’s okay,” Eddie said from the porch. “She came to D&D, she was safe the whole time, I brought her straight here—”
“Lucas.” Mrs. Sinclair looked at him clutching Erica. “Lucas went to the basketball game. He hasn’t come home.”
Eddie’s stomach dropped. Lucas was there with Mrs. Braun roaming around, with Jason and whoever else is infected with he has no idea what. His brain was zoning out of the scale of the disaster, just focusing on the next step — getting Lucas out of danger.
Mr. Sinclair appeared in the hallway with a shotgun. Eddie had no idea the Sinclairs even had a gun. Everything shifted into a horror movie mode — elongated shadows, disturbing sounds from the street, and eerie TV static.
“I’ll find him, I have a machete,” Eddie heard himself say.
Everyone looked at him. Eddie wasn’t famous for being a hero.
“I’ll find him,” he said again, trying not to look terrified. “And I’ll bring him back.”
Mr. Sinclair looked Eddie over.
“I knew you were a satanist,” he said.
Eddie opened his mouth.
“But,” Mr. Sinclair added, with the gravity of a man rapidly reassessing his priorities, “given the circumstances, that’s an advantage.”
“Bring my son home.”
Eddie closed his mouth.
“Yes, sir,” he had no time and no desire to argue…
Erica finally cracked and cried in her mom’s arms, looking like a child she was and not a little smart brat she played usually.
“Stay inside, they are slow and dumb.” Eddie instructed no one specifically.
“I’ll watch them,” Mr. Sinclair promised, grasping the gun with an unsteady hand.
Eddie turned back to the van, thinking how the hell he was going to get Lucas out of a gym full of zombies, and lit a cigarette.
You should have gone home.
That was the thought blinking in his head as the van rattled down the empty Hawkins streets. Most cars were trying to get out of the town. Smart. Lucky.
Eddie had nowhere to go except his trailer. The trailer had walls. The trailer had a lock. It theoretically had safety. Wayne should come back in the morning, like he could sort out any of this mess.
Instead he was driving toward Hawkins High with a machete on the passenger seat and exactly one plan, which was:
1. Find Lucas.
2. Don’t die.
3. Bring him back home.
The school came into view. The parking lot looked very dead. The asphalt was streaked dark here and there. Eddie could hear distant screaming echoing somewhere inside the school.
And right in the middle of the parking lot—
Are you kidding me?
You were sprinting between cars while three zombies stumbled after you.
Not screaming. Not crying. Just running with exhausted determination. You vaulted over the hood of a Honda.
One of the zombies grabbed at your jacket and missed by inches. His jaws clicked with an unnatural sound. Your blood ran cold.
Eddie slammed his foot on the gas.
The van roared forward.
“OH SHIT—”
THUMP.
The first zombie disappeared under the tires.
THUMP.
The second spun sideways hard enough to bounce off a parked car. You screamed and covered your face with your hands as the blood splashed on you.
The third turned just in time to get obliterated by the front bumper with a crunch Eddie would absolutely never get over.
You stopped, breathing hard, eyes wide.
Eddie leaned across the passenger seat and shoved the door open.
“GET IN!”
You did instantly, slamming the door behind you.
Eddie peeled away across the parking lot while more figures began emerging near the school entrance.
For about five seconds neither of you spoke.
Then:
“See the hot dog truck there?”
Eddie glanced at you.
“What?”
“It’s mine.” You wiped bloody hands on your apron. “High school basketball game, my boss told me. Great cash. For fuck’s sake.”
Eddie stared.
“You’re taking this weirdly well. We are basically in the Night of the Creeps zombie slasher.”
You shrugged. “I work in food service.”
“— never thought making hotdogs was dangerous.”
“In the end of the shift when crackheads try to steal the cash.”
Eddie opened his mouth and shut it back. He pulled up next to the truck. The side read: DOG DAYS with a smiling cartoon dachshund wearing sunglasses.
“I’m Eddie, by the way.”
“Yeah, I know. Heard your band.” You gave him your name casually, as if it was not on your badge.
“Wait — you went to see Corroded Coffin?” The boy lit up like he didn’t kill four zombies today.
“I went to get a drink. But you were fast. I mean good.”
“Basically the same. Thank you, for real. If the world collapses at least I will be remembered.” Eddie chuckled grasping at the straw of normalcy.
You smiled and disappeared into the truck. A minute later your head reappeared at the service window.
“How do you like it?”
“What?”
“Your hot dog.”
Eddie considered whether he even wanted to eat right now, but then — it might be the last hot dog in his life.
“Everything on it.”
“I’ll even make it double sausage.”
He had no plan and no strategy. Going through the main entrance was suicide. The fire ladder was next to the gym window — a good chance to assess what was going on inside, and possibly a way in through the roof or the window.
“Enjoy.” You interrupted his thoughts. He pulled closer to the window and grabbed a jumbo hot dog dripping with sauce, chips on the side and a can of Cherry Coke.
“Thanks. If this is my last meal, let it be.” Eddie chewed off a quarter of it in one bite.
“What do you mean last meal? Aren’t you driving the hell out of here?”
“I need to rescue a kid from the basketball game.”
You looked at him, questioning his sanity. You were in the high school parking lot, right next to the gym, potentially full of zombies. It was dark already and you swore you could smell the blood in the air.
“How do you know he’s even alive? It’s full of zombies.”
A flock of birds took off the wires making you both flinch. They cautiously approached the zombie bodies Eddie squashed. One of them was still moving.
“I don’t. I accidentally promised his mom and sister. There’s a ladder, I’ll take a peek.” Eddie didn’t sound sure. In fact, he looked lost and terrified.
“I’ll go with you.” You grabbed a crowbar from under the counter and climbed out of your truck without waiting for his response.
“You can’t risk it like that.” He let you in still. “You even know how to use it?”
“Want a demo?”
Eddie read your deadpan and didn’t press.
“Seriously, you barely know me, and you don’t know Lucas, and this is dangerous…”
“You just saved my life. I owe you one. Anyways I was just going to cover your back while you figure it out.”
“You made me a hotdog, we’re even.”
“If we survive, you follow me home and check if there are no zombies around, deal?”
You didn’t buckle up.
“Deal.”
“Drive to the ladder.”
“Bossy, I like that.” He smirked at you, but internally Eddie was grateful not to be alone on this mission.
A shape near the front entrance caught your eye.
“Wait.”
Eddie followed your stare.
A police cruiser sat crooked near the school steps. One of the doors hung open. A body lay beside it in a very unnatural pose. Police uniform. Not moving.
“He might have ammo,” you said quietly.
Eddie swallowed.
“Right. Cool. Awesome. We’re robbing a corpse now. A policeman’s corpse.”
“Welcome to survival.”
You crossed the parking lot carefully, scanning the exits of the building.
The policeman was definitely dead. Not turned, just dead. Eddie tried to look away from the bite marks and broken skull, but the metallic smell crept into his nose and mouth.
You crouched first, checking the holster.
“Got it.”
You pulled the handgun free with surprising confidence and started fiddling with it.
Eddie blinked.
“Have you done this before?”
“I watch a lot of action movies.” You checked the chamber. “Loaded.”
“Great. Fucking amazing…” Eddie groaned and reached for a cigarette.
A distant shriek echoed from somewhere inside the school. Both of you looked up.
The gym doors trembled.
Something slammed against them from the inside.
Eddie gripped the machete tighter. The fire ladder hung off the side just a few steps away.
Eddie took a breath.
“Okay,” he said. “Up we go.”
You cocked the handgun.
Eddie gave you an alarmed glance. “Please tell me you actually know how to use that.”
“Nope.”
“If I get out of this alive I swear I’ll stop dealing.”
You gave Eddie a side eye.
“Normally I would let the lady go first…”
He went up the ladder first as something inside the school began screaming.
Just here to say that people have to remember that I'm not going to have stories lined up for every single character in my masterlists. Those characters are there so people can see who I write for and request for them. If I don't have something listed then I most likely didn't get a request for them. I'm also backed up on requests which I'm trying my hardest to get done but writer's block is a bitch, plus this is just something I do for fun. So honestly I don't even have to do any of this shit. And people being rude to each other and myself in the comments make me want to stop doing it all together. The more I feel pressured the less I want to do it. It makes me feel like I'm in school again, always stressed out, and I don't want to feel like that, like I'm under pressure and my writing will affect my life in the long run. So PLEASE be respectful to each other and remember that we're online and can't read your face or body language so it's hard to tell what your tone is. I'm also trying to figure out how to fix the links in my masterlists so I most likely won't post until they're fixed.
God was not upset at Adam and Eve for consuming the fruit of knowledge, he was upset because it hadn't ripened yet. The plan was always to feed them the gift of knowledge, but the serpent tricked them into eating it too early, causing humans to be unable to understand the entirety of a subject.
just a reminder that this blog is run by someone who:
— is anti ICE & fascism
— is pro-choice & feminist
— supports trans & queer people
— hates generative AI & capitalism
— supports immigrants & people of color
— is pro-environmentalism & social justice
— supports palestine & all other territories unjustly suffering
people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets
UPCOMING OC FANFICTIONS ON WATTPAD (that I may turn into x readers on here)
Hello, all! I know, I know, I've still got requests to do. But! I've got ideas and I refuse to limit myself to only oneshots and such. So, I've got a list of multiple fics I plan on writing as if they were full novels.
Anyways, I'm in need of someone to make covers for these stories. Not one person for all, but if you are interested please comment the story you're interested in and I'll message you on here, giving details on the story. I plan on posting all of the finished covers on here with credits due, tagging you in it, as well as mentioning so over on Wattpad.
Below are the titles and character pairings:
Beat It - Rodrick Heffley x Fem!OC (Rated 16+)
Bubble Gum Pop It - Steddie x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Complete Opposites - Steven Adler x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Country Girl - Izzy Stradlin x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Eat - Bo Sinclair x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
The Giant Woman - Eddie Munson x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Heavy Metal Lover - Eddie Munson x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Immortals - The Fear Street Trilogy w/ Fem!OCs (Rated 18+)
It's Not My Time - Bill Denbrough x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Little Bird Of Mine - Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Little Miss - Mick Mars x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Meant To Be - W. Axl Rose x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Not Ready - Eddie Munson x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Pretty Darlin' - Steven Adler x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Rays Of Sunshine - Stranger Things w/ Fem!OC (Rated 16+)
Real Man - Trans-masc!Eddie Munson x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Shattered - Eddie Munson x Fem!OC (Rated 16+)
Something Old, Something New - Steve Harrington x Fem!OC (Rated 16+)
The Song Of Our Hearts - Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC (Rated 16+)
The Spotless Mind - Steve Harrington x Fem!OC (Rated 16+)
Surviving The Apocalypse - Guns N' Roses x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Take A Bite - Vampire!Guns N' Roses x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Triple Threat - Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, & Eddie Munson x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Try Again - Slash x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Welcome Home - Duff McKagan x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
You're A Creep - Patrick Hockstetter x Fem!OC (Rated 18+)
Additionally, here is a separate Stranger Things series that I would like only one artist for:
The Unexpected Dream Girl Series (Rated 18+)
I - Steve Harrington x Fem!OC
II - Eddie Munson x Fem!OC
III - Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC
IV - Robin Buckley x Fem!OC
V - Nancy Wheeler x Fem!OC
VI - Johnathan Byers x Fem!OC
I would love to see your guys' art and what you can come up with! <3
I started watching Stranger Things fairly recently, about two years ago I think. And while I haven't really grown up with the characters and the actors I still feel like I developed strong almost maternal feelings for The Party, specifically Dustin and Eleven/Jane. I really really love the show and how it showcased the outcasts, the nerds, and the freaks. Kids who are commonly forgotten in school, much like how I was. And lemme tell ya, I started bawling during Dustin's speech, when his mom was cheering along for him in the crowd. But I will say I'm a little disappointed? If that's the right word, about how we didn't really see Hopper's grieving for his daughter (in my opinion at least). I love all of these characters and their actors, and I honestly felt like part of a family while watching this show, and interacting with other fans of the show. It's all one big family of outcasts and I love it and all of you who are involved in this fandom. I'd love to hear and talk to some of you others on here if you're up for it!
Does anyone know how I can fix my main masterlist where all my different fandoms are linked? I can't seem to get it to where the links actually work for longer than a day at a time, if that makes any sense. If not, my main masterlist is pinned on my page. Please and thank you! :)
I'm planning on adding to it also, and if there's no way to fix it I'll probably just list all my characters and fandoms and just make it into one masterlist.
