#eddie munson trailer

[shybunnie20]

Eddie's room, more screen-accurate this time! I think it's safe to say that my building skills have greatly improved since my first attempt over a year ago

★Munson Trailer

★My Masterlist

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 eddie munson #ts4 stranger things #sims 4 eddie munson #sims 4 stranger things #stranger things ts4 #the sims 4 build #ts4 build #sims 4 build #eddie munson trailer #munson trailer #forest hills #forest hills trailer park #sorry i'm late sweetheart #eddie munson ts4 #eddie munson sims 4 #the sims 4 #shybunnie20builds

[steddielations]

Was anyone done an analysis/breakdown of things in the Munson trailer yet 🥲

I haven’t seen anyone do a full analysis yet, but I can highlight a couple of my favorite bits:

pic courtesy of @thisisntmyrightera

It seems like Eddie has some kinda flyer about car parts, which fits well with the mechanic!Eddie headcannon here. Also, we’ve all seen the little blue box right next to his bed that pretty much clears him of all the virgin allegations 👀 And homeboy drinks Mello Yello which is like the equivalent of Mountain Dew which just suits him so well. Last thing for this pic, the booklet on the floor is a Heavy Metal magazine which google says is “known primarily for its blend of dark fantasy/science fiction and er*tica and steampunk comics” So there you go, definitely Eddie’s. I cant make out what’s in that little dish or the orange bottle or the black and red cards so if anyone else knows, feel free to chime in

Here in the corner you can make out a poster with Eddie’s band name Corroded Coffin and I guess we can assume he made it himself which is a nice thought, metalhead reject of society Eddie Munson decorating something to put on his wall

And lastly, Eddie and his Uncle have an odd surplus of cups and hats. like seriously. so much. I have no clue why, it’s probably just set dressings to make the place feel more homey/junky, but I’m definitely interested in anyone else’s theories because what’s up with this? Also the captains wheel? Lol

That’s about it for my highlights, basically Eddie’s kinda messy and he has a lot of random oddities and he clearly likes to express himself by plastering band posters on the walls. This look inside his trailer feels so personal and gives a lot more insight to his character so big thanks to averilina for sharing it with us! If anyone else has more to add, feel free (:

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #character analysis #eddie’s trailer #reference #st meta #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson trailer #mp

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

My favorite things in Eddie’s trailer

At least the things I’ve noticed in the little video we got and not obvious things like his guitar and handcuffs.

This picture of the “Tomb of Horrors” Dungeon Module. That module was awesome.

This alf costume (at least it looks like Alf but Alf came out late 86 so idk) that his uncle owns. That’s so random, I love it.

The Heavy Metal magazine issue Summer 1986. Here is a small look inside. Fap material

Because of the automotive magazine, totally headcanon that he fixes up his van on his own aka shirtless, sweaty Eddie during the summer, under his vehicle, being all dirty <3

Shower and bathtub smut possible

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson trailer #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4

[morganbritton132]

I want a fic where Steve gets kicked out or he moves out of his parents house, or something. Eddie insists that Steve comes and lives with him but fails to mention that he lives with his uncle. For some reason, they both decide to just not tell Wayne.

So Eddie is hiding a boy in his room and he thinks they’re killing it. Steve thinks they’re killing it too. Wayne knows the entire time.

#Steve’s car is likr parked at the entrance of the trailer park #also the fancy shampoo in the shower and the clean kitchen and the whisperer converdations through thin walls #also also the boy sleeping in Eddie’s bed #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson

[absentlurker]

the relief wayne feels when he finds out eddie and that steve boy are dating. not because eddie loves that boy so fuckin’ much and it was a struggle watching him live with the belief it was unrequited.

no.

it was a relief because eddie is 22 years old and wayne’s time to embarrass his boy to his boyfriend has finally come.

the absolute horror in eddie’s eyes when he whipped his head around when he heard the words, “so steve…have i ever told you about the time eddie had an complete meltdown after he brought a opossum in the house…”

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #WAYNE TIME TO SHINE IS HERE #all the shit eddie pulled as a child and this Wayne’s payback #he loves that boy but by god if he brought one for god damn critter in that trailer he was going to scream #Wayne munson

[yudol-skorbi]

soft and mushy...... just like mashed potatoes................

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #art #fanart #sketches #i hate drawing kisses this is unreasonably hard #sacrifices I make for those two #unimaginable #also starring #garfield mug from munson's trailer

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

September

He doesn’t talk to the Munsons much. (Doesn’t talk to anyone, really, aside from his mom and Robin and that one older woman who keeps renting and returning Gone With The Wind as an excuse to leave her house.) He keeps his head down and his nose clean, doesn’t care to make friends with the neighbors; just wants to get by.

One day Eddie approaches their door, waving a gas bill that got mixed up in their mail, and Steve greets him pleasantly enough.

“Stab anyone today?”

“Eat glass, Harrington.”

So it goes.

Steve watches the world pass and the weather turn, lets the hours bleed into weeks and squeezes his eyes shut against the flashbacks when they threaten to overwhelm.

Things with his mom are weird.

They don’t really speak, preferring to shrug their way past each other with careful, tight-lipped nods, and his mom takes these pills the doctor gave her that keep her perfectly pleasant and calm. Silent. Physically present but not really here.

And he can’t imagine how it feels to be her: Florence Harrington, ripped from the comforts of the upper crust and left to rot in a tin can seven miles across town. She spends most of her time letting out weary little sighs as she swans from room to room, drifting like a shade on the banks of the River Styx. (He can make that reference now because Robin won’t shut up about mythology. “It’s so gay, Steve. The Greeks were literally so gay.”)

Anyway.

Shit’s weird with the kids, too. He still drives them around — lets them loiter at Family Video when it’s slow; hangs around when they need a ride to the arcade or the movies or the skating rink; and he’s still on the hook for ‘ice cream. for. life,’ so…

It’s just not the same.

Like. Not to be dramatic, but who the fuck is Steve Harrington without the house and the pool and the free-for-all fridge? Just some kid with a car and a bat and a punchable face. And he can barely afford to keep the car now, anyway, so pretty soon they won’t need him for that, either. They’ll learn to drive; they’ll get their own jobs. Maybe Lucas builds enough muscle to take over as the party tank.

Maybe it’s better if he shelfs himself now before they realize he’s become obsolete.

“Oh, my god, you’re being pathetic,” he groans to himself. His voice is muffled where he’s lying face down on the couch. Ridiculous behavior, because everything is fine; Steve is fine. In the grand scheme of things where there are monsters and melted corpses and all kinds of crazy, horrible shit?

Yeah.

He’s being obnoxious. It’s a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon with just the right Autumn breeze going — gentle but cool; long sleeve polo weather; his favorite kind — and he’s sitting inside throwing himself a pity party.

Fucking absurd.

…Five more minutes.

Just five more minutes, then he’s getting off this couch.

He gets to a minute and a half when he hears the crunch of tires against the gravel, the clanging of a little bell from the handlebar of a bike, and then:

“STEVE!!!”

And that’ll be Dustin, trying to bang the door off the hinges and piss off the whole park at the same time. Kid’s nothing if not a multitasker. Steve lets another aggrieved groan loose into the couch cushion.

His mom’s out with the car; the lights are all off. Maybe he can just play dead ‘til Dustin leaves? He loves the kid, he really does, but his left ear is full of static, and he just wants to fucking sleep. Or sulk. Or both.

“STEVEN CHRISTOPHER, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE.”

Jeeeeesus Christ. “Okay, chill,” Steve grumbles as he hauls himself upright and throws open the front door. His limbs feel like lead; there’s drool on his chin. “Wake the whole goddamn neighborhood, why don’t you?”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Yeah, and half the people here work nights.”

“Oh-kayy,” Dustin drags out the word, “but you don’t.”

Ugh. Whatever. He’s not gonna be shamed by a toothless teenager for his depressing loser tendencies. “Did you need something?”

Steve scratches at his belly hair through his shirt, feels a muscle twinge in his shoulder and send a spark of nerve pain skittering up to the base of his skull.

Dustin either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that Steve’s body is falling apart where he stands, because he just rolls his eyes and says, “Uh, yeah. I need to know why you’re avoiding everyone? Mom’s tried to invite you to dinner six times now.”

“I was working.”

“All six times?” Dustin glares. Steve feels a little pinned by it, feels guilt seeping through the cracks as he fidgets with his bad ear. This kid’s gonna be the scariest lawyer some day. “She’s worried.”

Goddammit.

Guilt squeezes hard behind his ribs; he knows Dustin uses his mom as a mouthpiece for the feelings he can’t express. “I’m fine,” he sighs, letting his eyes and voice go soft. “Honest.”

Dustin holds firm, gaze fierce and fists clenched. “Bullshit,” he insists.

“Man, don’t—”

“Bull. Shit.”

Suddenly, their impromptu interrogation gets interrupted by a crashing drum fill, a shriek of electric guitar as Munson’s van squeals into the lot. He’s blasting some melodramatic metal shit about wizards or whatever; Steve doesn’t know. He only knows that the skitter of nerve pain he felt is ramping up to a fullblown migraine now because this guy has to listen to his racket at full fucking volume, apparently, and isn’t this all just “fucking great.”

—

part 5

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #trailer park steve au #steve can have a little depression as a treat #robin buckley #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #my writing #my fic

[sentient-trash]

Uhhhhhhh Steddie head over heels anamatic 👍

She’s a bit wonky she’s a bit off but it’s ok 🫶🫶

#sentient trash art #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things art #stranger things fanart #eddie #fanart #steddie doodles #steddie fanart #steve #I gave up at the end #I like the trailer drawing so much 🫶 #head over heels #Steddie head over heals

[eddiemunsonstrojans]

got fixated for 5 minutes and identified the magazine sitting on top of the pile on the munson coffee table

Popular Science Magazine, June 1979

i'm curious whether this would be wayne or eddie's. i lean wayne with a possible shared interest.

#eddie's trailer #eddie munson #wayne munson

[saramelaniemoon]

♡ next ♡

Wayne was always suspicious about girls that were around Eddie

They always have been taking advantage of his boy like weed discounts or making fun of him when he wasn't around. So every time he saw you in a trailer he was worried and tense.

Usually he had night shifts but even though he felt your presence at his home. For example there were flowers on a table, everything was much more cleaner than ever or he's been seeing home-made meals in a fridge. Both of you even talked a few times and you always made more food so he could have a portion. But still was cautious about you.

But one day everything changed.

He was sleeping on a couch and woke up because of argument in hushed voices.

- Eddie, we've talked about it.

- But baby I really don't wanna do this please.

In Wayne's mind there was an loud alarm about what you could make his boy do.

- Eddie, I really don't like to repeat myself.

- Ahh, okay okay.

Wayne opened his eyes and saw his boy putting on a hat on his head probably first time ever.

- See, you look so pretty and you're not gonna be sick babe - you said kissing Eddie's nose.

And since that day he started to warm to you because no one ever was worried about his kiddo and taking care of him besides Wayne.

Although he was kinda scared of your powers because it was impossible to convince Eddie to put a hat on. It wasn't metal enough for him and he always complains how stupid he looks with a hat on.

♡ next ♡

Call Wayne impressed.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fluff #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie headcanons #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson headcanon #stranger things headcanon #headcanon #toxic relationship #toxic relationships #trailer #uncle wayne #wayne munson #arguing #stranger things #bring eddie back #i love eddie so much #eddie imagine #eddie fanfic #eddie blurb #bring back eddie munson #eddie cult #eddie fluff #eddie's relationships #melanie's

[percygranate]

The Munson Trailer as seen on TV, thanks to an assistant on the set and because I am about to info dumb on a person that didn't ask for it about the position of Wayne’s bed. :) [info dump]

#percy speaks #stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie’s trailer

[plistommy]

Eddie Munson’s house (With some details!)

#I used so much time on this BLAHHH #Made this for fics and art etc !!!! #HOPE YOU GUYS FIND THIS USEFUL #I tried LOL #If I missed some then I did LOL didn’t wanna add ALL the details #Like posters etc #And I hope I didn’t put too much details #Because it does look bit funky #AND SOME OF THEM ARE PRETTY OBVIOUS #AHH #😭😭 #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things #wayne munson #munson house #munson trailer #fanfic #art #eddie munson fanfic #steddie #pic #show #reference #eddie munson trailer #eddie munson house

[unclewaynemunson]

One day, when Steve and Eddie are still in the early stages of dating, both a little overwhelmed but sure of each other and excited to see where it’s going, Steve brings Eddie flowers when he comes to the trailer park for a date night. It’s the first-month anniversary of their first kiss, and he doesn’t say as much, because he’s pretty sure Eddie doesn’t care about those dates like he does - and it’s not like a one-month anniversary is some kind of great accomplishment anyway - but he wants to do something special and he decides flowers will make anyone happy, if only for the gesture. He gets a bouquet with bold, dark shades; purple and dark red and some greenery with sharp edges and thorns, to give it a little bit of Eddie: sweet, but still badass.

When Steve gets to the trailer, Eddie opens the door with a wide smile on his face - but it instantly disappears and gets replaced with a kind of shocked surprise when he sees what Steve is holding in his hands.

‘Got you flowers,’ Steve says, stating the obvious and leaning in to kiss Eddie’s lips. But Eddie is still frozen in the doorway - his mouth doesn’t even move when Steve presses his lips against Eddie’s.

Steve pulls back and squints at Eddie, trying to figure out what’s going on with him. ‘You alright there?’ he asks.

‘You got me flowers,’ is the only thing Eddie says; his voice is trembling and his eyes are still wide, fixed on the bouquet in Steve’s hands.

‘Should I... not have?’ Steve asks. His palms are getting sweaty against the stems of the flowers, but it doesn’t look like Eddie is gonna be moving to take them from him anytime soon. Panic starts to crawl its way up in his stomach as he wonders if he’s made some kind of huge mistake.

 ‘I um... I’m sorry. This was stupid, wasn’t it? Is it weird? You know I’m only used to dating girls and they always used to love it when I -’

‘What the hell are we even doing?’ Eddie suddenly interrupts him in a shrill voice with a panicked edge to it.

‘What - what do you mean?’ Steve asks, still unable to make sense of what’s happening.

‘I’m not the kind of person you can bring flowers to! I’m - I live in a goddamn trailer, for fuck’s sake! I’m not like any of those girls you used to date, Steve, and if you -’ He glances around him frantically, then fixes his eyes back on Steve’s face, a scared look in them. ‘We don’t even own a fucking vase, Steve, we never - I never - Jesus, they’re really pretty but I’m not - they’re too beautiful for this fucking trailer, you shouldn’t -’

‘Hey, woah, take it easy, alright?’ Steve finally understands what’s going on, and it’s breaking his heart that Eddie believes he isn’t even worth a bunch of flowers. He gently drops the bouquet on the ground, freeing his hands to be able to place them on Eddie’s shoulders in an attempt to ground him.

‘Take a deep breath for me, okay?’

Eddie obeys, taking a shuddering breath while blinking tears away from his eyes.

‘I know you’re nothing like those girls,’ Steve says, softly. ‘And I don’t care. If anything, it’s why I like you so much more. That’s why I think you deserve flowers, even if you don’t have a vase. Trailers deserve flowers, too, you know.’

Steve can see the tension disappear from Eddie’s body as Eddie lets out a heavy sigh. Then, his boyfriend suddenly launches himself into Steve’s arms, colliding into him with a force that almost has Steve tumbling down the steps leading up to the trailer’s front door.

‘You’re too fucking good to be true, Stevie,’ he murmurs into his ear.

Steve can’t help but chuckle at that, holding Eddie as tight as he can. ‘What, ‘cause I brought you some flowers?’

He can feel in the crook of his neck how Eddie is nodding.

‘How about I get you a vase next time, so I can keep bringing you flowers?’

‘I love you.’

Steve freezes. A second later, Eddie lifts his head to look at him. His eyes are wide and shocked, probably mirroring the look in Steve’s own eyes.

‘Shit, sorry, that just - um - that just slipped out,’ Eddie stammers. ‘That was - that was probably way too early, wasn’t it? I wasn’t - I didn’t mean -’ 

‘I love you, too,’ Steve interrupts him.

And the enormous grin that breaks through on Eddie’s face makes Steve decide instantly that he’s gonna get Eddie some sunflowers on the one-month anniversary of their first “I love you.”

#idek what this is i just wanted more trailerpark!eddie content #bc i feel like we often have this kinda polished version of him in our minds #not like i live in a trailer park but i did get flowers while i don't even own a vase so i had to put them in a bucket and it made me think #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

[artiststarme]

Whenever Steve has a migraine, he seeks out Eddie. Eddie’s voice acts as the only white noise Steve’s head can tolerate on the bad days. And he’ll always drop everything to whisper soothing words to Steve for hours long past when he falls asleep.

He’ll talk about upcoming DnD campaigns, mumble about song lyrics, and go on long soliloquies about how Steve looks beautiful even if his brain is melting.

Eddie always has a sore throat the next day but that never stops him. (When Steve finds out about the sore throats, he stops mentioning the headaches but somehow Eddie still knows. He shows up with a face mask, some cough drops, and a smile.)

#Uncle Wayne splurges on blackout curtains for the trailer so Steve has a place he can always go to to feel safe #I hate migraines with a passion and Steve does too #should I write this into a full fic? #stranger things #steddie #headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU

part 1

“Are you lost?” Munson frowns, propping his shoulder against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. His rings glint against his jacket sleeve; he’s got new tattoos on his fingers.

Steve’s head fills with static fuzz for a second, and he stares like a mouth-breathing idiot before helpfully answering: “Um.”

“…Right. Well, this has been weird as shit, man, but, uh— pharmacy’s closed until my uncle leaves at sundown, so…” He lifts his hand to make a shooing motion, then pauses, assessing Steve with narrowed eyes. “What are you all dressed up like a good little school boy for, anyway? Didn’t you graduate last year?”

Oh, okay. Wow. (Like, yeah, he does kinda look like some goody two-shoes freshman with Robin’s forgotten backpack hiked up way too high under his armpits, but also fuck you, dude.) Steve squares his shoulders, plasters a falsely polite smile on his face and cocks his head to the side, all innocent, like he doesn’t know, like he’s just asking, man. “Sure did. Weren’t you supposed to do that, too?”

Munson glares at him like he’s imagining doing to him what Misty did to the rat. “I really don’t want to fight this early in the morning, man.”

“I’d love to see you try,” Steve snorts. “What, Munson? You gonna beat my ass? Think you can take me? Go ahead.”

He doesn’t know why he’s egging on a fight, but he’s suddenly itching for one. Feels the urge bubbling up beneath the surface. Hot under the collar. Probably this is the part where Tommy would hold him back and tell him it isn’t worth it, man, come on, but Tommy’s not around anymore.

A lot of people aren’t around anymore.

Nobody fights for fallen kings.

So Steve bows up with a sneer and a huff, and Munson does the same, and that’s… concerning. It gets a hell of a lot more concerning when he flashes a menacing grin and claps a hand to Steve’s shoulder; gets right up in his face, nose to nose, breath sharp with spearmint to cover the scent of weed.

From Wayne’s point of view they might almost look like friends.

Steve barely hears the thwck slice past his bad ear before he feels the cold press of a blade against his throat. Pocket knife, unpocketed. Munson’s smile widens, and Steve swallows hard, feels his pulse jump against the blade, the blood rushing to his cheeks. It shouldn’t be hot. (And it isn’t, because it shouldn’t be.)

“You want to try that again?”

Munson’s voice is deadly soft, a raspy whisper that makes Steve’s hair stand on end. His eyes are huge and dark. Intense. Kind of endless.

Kind of like Nancy’s when she’s staring down a loaded gun.

Steve blinks and licks the sweat off his upper lip, fingers trembling against frayed denim where he’s got his hands raised in surrender. “We’re c-cool, man. We’re cool. My mistake.”

Munson backs off with a pleased look on his face, snaps the knife shut and tucks it back into his pocket. Soft squeak of worn leather; casual shrug. “Cool. Glad we understand each other.”

Then he scruffs Steve under the chin — patronizing and quick, this humiliating little bullshit maneuver like ‘chin up, Steve-o’ before he hops down the steps and swings himself up into his van. The tires screech in the loose gravel, and Steve just stands there and stares. Gobsmacked. Pissed off.

A little stiff in his jeans.

When he looks down there’s a black cat brushing itself against his sneakers. “Misty?” he asks.

“M’row,” says the cat.

There’s a dead bird at her feet.

—

part 3

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my writing #my fic #trailer park steve au

[foxprism]

Hello gamers, finally posting again after three months lmao. Had another art block again and several bigger assignments for uni to do, what's new. But here's a new Steddie piece :>. Drew this for a fanfic of one of my favorite ao3 authors + tumblr mutual @wynnyfryd called "i don't know, you figure it out", which you can find on here under the tag #trailer park steve au and on ao3 (It's so good, if you like steddie you gotta read it)! Had a lot of fun planning Ed's tattoos here heh

#trailer park steve au #i don't know you figure it out #steddie #steddie fandom #steddie brainrot #steddie fanart #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie stranger things #stranger things #art #drawing #fanart #digital art #clip studio paint #csp #eddie munson fanart #steve harrington fanart #steddie fanfic #this fic is so good #just the blorbos being blorbos yk