Canon Atypical

B. 30's. Just me and my random thirsty thots. Multifandom.Requests: OPEN

[canonatypical]

Requests Currently: Open Requests FAQs Discord Server

Stranger Things / Eddie Munson

blind spot* - read on ao3 (’86, Baby Series) glimpse of us* - read on ao3 (’86, Baby Series)   string free - read on ao3

Eddie Requests First Date - read on ao3 Bringing Eddie Lunch - read on ao3 Peaceful Bliss - read on ao3 (Eddie x Billy x GN!Reader) Snuffed Out - read on ao3

{ Character Visuals | Playlist}

*denotes smut

[lengthofropes]

…or Eddie Munson vs Joseph Quinn

[master-of-hellfire]

POV: Scrolling through Steve Harrington’s camera roll

[canonatypical]

Post the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as words.

Thank you for the tag, @leatherboundriot & @starlightsearches! <3 The last line I wrote is pretty short, so I'm actually going to do the whole paragraph.

"She's coming?!" It is the first thing Dustin says when Eddie informs him of your soon to be presence at tonight's campaign. "Hold on, I think I'm hearing things," he says with a shake of his head. "She's actually coming? To our campaign? Tonight??"

Pretty sure everyone's been tagged by now since I'm so late. lol But if you haven't taken part and you want to, consider this me tagging you!

[waxipola]

Hey, big boy💕

[universalfanfic]

being a writer with writer friends is just:

writer: *unhinged idea*

writer friend: *encourages unhinged idea*

writer:  😈 

writer friend:  😈 

[canonatypical]

Apologies for not being around hardly at all as of late. Currently adjusting to life with a sick pet so I'm hoping to be in a good routine soon. I see the requests some of you have sent and I promise to get to them soon. Thanks for being patient with me. ♥

[lakeshor]

I like the idea that post-every Upside Down encounter, the gang goes through a period of time where they have to consider whether or not their outfit is battle-proof. Nancy stops wearing heeled shoes, Steve always wears sturdy jeans, Dustin keeps his pack with him at all times, Eddie carries a knife hidden in one of his pockets and goes light on the accessories, Max always has her hair up and out of her face. It’s a super small detail, maybe not even something they notice about themselves or each other, but it’s a constant subconscious thought for them: today might be the day, gotta be ready.

[canonatypical]

Got sucked down a D&D rabbit hole the last two days. Really did not anticipate this game being so fun. Now I know why Eddie was like absolutely not when it came to postponing.

[honeytrap-graham]

great, another long haired metalhead to obsess over

[enstatia]

Highly requested portrait of Eddie Munson🖤

[isabellaofparma]

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

[ilya-rozanova]

STRANGER THINGS Chapter Two: Vecna’s Curse

[canonatypical]

hey! could you do something about eddie with a reader like regina george?

Hi, nonny, I would love to! I've touched on that a little here, but if you have a specific scenario in mind let me know! Or if you're fine with me writing whatever, I can do that too. :)

[canonatypical]

Hi, saw you were taking requests and if you still are, could I ask for a female reader asking Eddie to stop smoking? Mostly for his health but also because she can't stand the smell. They're still on the flirting with each other but no quite dating yet stage. Please and thank you!

It's impossible to miss, the strong, lingering scent of smoke that seems to cling so desperately to Eddie's clothes. It is overwhelming, assaulting your senses each and every time that he hugs you, choking out the scent of the cologne that he sprays in an attempt to mask the smell, to no avail.

Like the smoke that loiters, so too does the guilt that finds you in the moments that it becomes too much and causes you to push yourself away. He doesn't miss the way that your brows furrow or how your nose scrunches any time that he gets too close—which is why, despite wanting anything but, he does his best to distance himself now.

You hate it almost as much as you hate the smoke.

And he hates it because deep down he knows why.

But you've never asked and he's never offered...until today.

"Do you think," you start, albeit hesitantly, whilst the two of you walk along the gravel road that winds through the trailer park Eddie resides, "that you would—could—ever give up smoking?"

Eddie's head turns to look over to where you walk beside him and as the gravel crunches beneath his Reeboks, he takes a moment to consider. "Maybe. Yeah, no, maybe." He shrugs and nods his head like it really is no big deal. "I never really thought about it before now. Why, don't you like the smell, sweetheart?"

He's teasing you, you know, but it's now or never if you're going to be completely transparent with him.

"Yes, but..." You hesitate, eyes cast downward to watch the ground pass by beneath your feet.

"But," Eddie prompts with a light bump of his shoulder against your own to encourage you to continue.

"It's harmful, Eddie! Doesn't that worry you? Doesn't it bother you at all?"

He watches as you lift your head to look back over at him in the midst of your impassioned response. It's obvious, how serious this matter is to you, but just like always, he can't bring himself to be. "Smoking is the least harmful thing I do," he jokes, much to your dismay. "C'mon, it's like you don't even know me at all." He delivers another bump of his shoulder into yours but this time all that it does, is stop you dead in your tracks.

Eddie takes two more steps before he halts, pivoting to face you. It's plain as day by your tense posture alone that you're less than enthused. Dare he say you're even mad?

"This isn't funny," you say through gritted teeth. "Being concerned for your well being isn't a joke."

"Woahwoahwoah," he strings together quickly, his hands lifting up with palms facing outward in a sign of temporary submission. "Look," Eddie replies, huffing out a breath through his nose before continuing to speak, "I'm sorry. You know me. I joke when I'm uncomfortable, it's what I do."

He can see the way that the tension leaves your body, shoulders slumping slightly in the process. Eddie takes steps to close the distance between the two of you, his hands now moving to frame your face once he's close enough. "I'm sorry," he says again. "Does it really mean that much to you?"

Eddie can feel the all too slight nod that you give him, but the words that you utter after feel like a direct punch to the chest—if a punch to the chest could be considered a good thing. "You do."

Shit.

He'd never even considered the possibility of quitting. Hell, he'd only ever considered kicking anyone who tried to stop him directly to the curb. But here you are, caring about him—being concerned for him.

It's a strange feeling, to be cared for.

But he thinks he likes it, coming from you.

"Okay," he says softly with a quick nod. "Okay, if that's what you want."

[writeouswriter]

No, I didn't forget about those WIPs, time just moves differently for me. For you, it's been years; for me, it's just been a few seconds, maybe a minute

[dailyflicks]

STRANGER THINGS Season Three, Chapter One: Suzie, Do You Copy?