#wayne munson

[pedroschka]

1976

1986

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[shanesholender]

Wayne gets home at 6:40am as per usual. What he finds is… Not so usual. Eddie is curled up asleep in his armchair, and the sofa is occupied by someone Wayne's pretty sure he's never met before. He looks young, maybe Eddie's age, but what's most glaringly obvious is that the kid's been put through the fuckin' ringer.

His left eye and the circle of skin around it is a stark purple-red, swollen enough that Wayne clicks his teeth in sympathy. There's a cut on his chin, just under his lip. It's been cleaned and butterfly bandaged (Eddie's work, he's sure) but it sure doesn't look comfortable. Nor does the way he's propped up almost vertical by the couch cushions. He remembers doing the same for Eddie when he showed up on his doorstep with a broken rib courtesy of one Al Munson almost a decade back.

So, yeah. The kid looks like he's been tossed in front of a bus. Or smacked around by an asshole without a conscience. And he's fast asleep in Wayne's living room with Eddie apparently playing both nurse and guardian.

A gentle beeping tears his eyes away from the couch and towards his nephew, who is currently scrambling to turn off the little alarm on his watch. He sees him do a full-body jerk when he spots Wayne's figure, jumpy as he's always been, before he smacks a hand to his chest in relief and flops his entire body backwards, dramatic as he's always been.

"Jesus Christ, Wayne," he whispers with a large dose of attitude, "are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Are you?" Wayne murmurs back, nodding in the direction of the occupied sofa. "Who's the kid and why's he look like roadkill?"

aka Eddie ends up babysitting a concussed and drugged-up post s3 Steve Harrington and Wayne comes home to a confusing sight

(p.s. Eddie's watch alarm went off bc he's waking Steve up every 2 hours to make sure his brain hasn't disintegrated into mush)

[the-inspector-jones]

Steve, upon falling in love with Eddie, almost immediately becomes Wayne's emergency contact. It's not that Wayne doesn't trust Eddie. He does. He's a great kid, an excellent person. He just also has a tendency to...not be where you need him. And that's fine most of the time. Kid gets stuff done, always helps pay the rent, does his chores all that.

But. Wayne's not getting any younger and he's still working despite Steve's attempts to get him to hang up the old toolbelt. He's probably right but Wayne isn't ready. Can't imagine all that empty time.

And his Harrington boy? He's there every weekend, checking fixtures and changing lightbulbs. Cooking meals to store in Wayne's freezer even though he insists he's got enough food in there to last him through the apocalypse. He mother hen's over Eddie too, making sure he sleeps enough, eats a vegetable or two. So it feels like the right choice to just switch over the name on all his forms.

When he asks Steve, though, the boy's face goes ashen. He has to sit down. He tears up and won't look at Wayne. Eddie sees him, sighs, and comes to the rescue, standing between Steve's legs and pulling his head against his chest. Embracing him hard, making soothing noises.

Wayne waits silently for a moment then apologizes. He's screwed up somewhere and he feels pretty bad about it.

"Oh, no," Eddie laughs when he sees Wayne's face. "This is a happy freak out. Steve's not used to having family. Sometimes it takes him a moment when he remembers."

And suddenly, Wayne has to stand up and take a moment outside. Smoke half a cigarette with his boot kicked up against the side of the trailer. Wouldn't do to make the boys see him cry, too.

So. Yeah. Steve is his emergency contact. But both his sons always show up when anything happens.

[novacorpsrecruit]

Eddie Munson is in heaven.

Or as close to heaven as he’ll ever be allowed.

Steve’s sleeping body pressed against his chest, his head tucked underneath Eddie’s chin. His hair slightly tickled Eddie’s nostrils that brings a sleepy smile to his face.

Heaven might as well be a full sized mattress in the trailer and Steve’s his angel. Thank god Eddie finally had the guts to kiss Steve last night or he’d never experience this.

Eddie gently ran his hand up and down Steve’s bare back, allowing himself to drift back to sleep. It’s too early —

“Ed!”

Eddie’s eyes shot open.

“Ed!” Wayne called again, a hard warning knock on his door. Steve stirred awake on his chest. “Wake up, boy!”

“Whutsgoin’on?” Steve murmured, rubbing his face against Eddie’s chest.

The door swung open, jolting both the boys awake.

Wayne leaned against the door frame annoyed.

“Boy we got the pancake feed,” Wayne said. “Told you ‘bout it yesterday. Get dressed we gotta go.”

He pulled the door shut, leaving the two boys in silence.

The door reopened.

“Bring your friend, too,” Wayne nodded towards Steve. “Need all the help we can get.”

“Hi,” Steve said sheepishly. “I’m Steve.”

“Wayne,” Wayne replied as a matter of fact. “Now hurry up, before we have to deal with a bunch of hungry vets ‘nd wives waitin’ for their sausage to cook.”

Wayne shut the door again, leaving the boys once more.

“So — uh — that’s my uncle,” Eddie said breaking the silence.

“Uh-huh.”

“We’re volunteering at the VFW this morning,” Eddie explained. “Pancake feed. The — uh — hungry vets thing isn’t a joke. They get pretty passionate about free breakfasts.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, his fingers curled tight around the comforter. “And you’re … okay?”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Okay?”

“With him knowing,” Steve said. “About me?”

Eddie let out a soft laugh, kissing the top of Steve’s head. “Once he figures who you are, he’s gonna say ‘about damn time’ he’s been hearing me whine about you for weeks.”

Steve pushed himself up, looking down at Eddie with a mischievous grin. “Weeks?”

“Months,” Eddie corrected. “And I hate to leave you, but I really got to go help Wayne.”

Steve’s grin softened into a pout. “You don’t want me to come?”

“You want to come with?” Eddie asked. “We’re just cooking breakfast.”

“I’d love to,” Steve said. “I enjoy spending time with you.”

Eddie grinned, leaning forward to kiss the pout off Steve’s lips. “Then let’s go flip some pancakes.”

A few minutes later, they left the trailer to hop in Wayne’s car. Steve’s wearing yesterday’s clothes and Eddie’s in his least offensive t-shirt and jeans.

Wayne leaned over Eddie in the bench seat to look at Steve. “You the Harrington boy? The one from spring break?”

“Yes sir,” Steve agreed cautiously. He knows his last name carried some weight, but it was a burden to carry. Steve was afraid of what Wayne might associate with his name.

Wayne broke out into a grin, leaning back into his seat. “‘Bout damn time, Eds.”

[morganbritton132]

Eddie and Steve have been dating for three months when Eddie introduces Steve to Wayne. Afterwards, Steve is just like, "Oh, wow. Wow. Oh god, he hates me. He hates me, doesn't he?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Eddie asks. "He shook your hand and invited you to stay for dinner."

"Yeah, god. It's so obvious. He hates me," Steve stresses. "Do you think he's going to make you break up with me? He hated me so much. Geez."

"Steve, he doesn't-"

"I've dated a lot of girls, Eddie. That's how dads act when they hate you," He swears. "Fuck, I gotta get out of here. Eddie, I have to go."

"Steve, calm down," Eddie starts. "He doesn't - don't go out the - yep, out the window. There you go. Okay...Bye. Love you!"

Eddie waits two full minutes before he walks out of his bedroom back into the rest of the house and asks, "What the hell, Wayne? You hate my boyfriend?"

"I never said that," Wayne scoffs. "I like the kid. Said he was good for ya. Does that sound like I hate 'em?"

"No," Eddie breaths out. "No, I knew he was making no sense. God, Steve is so weird. I love him, you know?"

"Told him that I loved him," He continues, grinning from behind his hair. "Told him when he was climbing out the window."

"He say it back?"

"No, I don't think he's realized what I said yet. When do you think-"

There's an insistent knock at the door.

Wayne grabs his keys to leave, "Probably about now, I bet."

[givethisratacookie]

I need a steddie fic that revolves around Wayne Munson giving Steve a shovel talk only to in the process (or over time) realize Steve’s a hurt soul who never had parent figures that gave a damn about him. I need Steve who uses excessive manners and is trying so hard to prove himself. I need Steve who is scared shitless that Wayne will hurt him. I need Steve who finally breaks and Wayne who realizes this poor kid needs love and proceeds to bring him in.

Bonus points if Wayne absolutely hates Steve at first because he remembers Steve bullied Eddie for years when they were younger.

Bonus points if Wayne absolutely accuses Steve of using Eddie for drugs.

Bonus points if Wayne comes home to Steve and Eddie hanging out and immediately interrogates Steve.

“What’re you doing slummin’ it up trailer trash,?Harrington? I thought you and your family was too damn good for people like us?” Because Steve used to call Eddie trailer trash and Wayne remembers his boy crying over it.

Ughhh bonus points if Steve eventually moves in with the Munson’s because his parents are awful but Steve genuinely begs to pay rent because he doesn’t want to put any more strain on them.

[allsteddie]

Steve Harrington moving to Forest Hills and becoming besties with Wayne.

Steve Harrington and Wayne having dinner at least once a week and talking about Eddie.

Wayne telling Steve so many funny stories about Eddie that he ends up crying.

Steve and Wayne spending the Holidays together because they now only have each other.

[starshideurfics]

#waynewednesday

Wayne is 26 when his kid brother becomes a father. When he holds Eddie for the first time and promises to do better by him than he managed for Al.

At 32, he steps in to keep Eddie from breaking to pieces after Liz died. Only for Al to get territorial and send him away.

He’s 37 when Eddie shows up on his doorstep with his things shoved in a black trash bag, now Al’s got his third strike. It takes nearly a whole year for Eddie to get comfortable, only for it all to be undone two years later when Al makes parole and acts like nothing changed.

When Eddie’s 17, Wayne finally gets his boy back. It means he’s there to hold him as he rages and cries his heart out over being held back. There to tell him that sticking it out and really trying is what matters, even if he needs more time.

Wayne cries his own eyes out two years later when he nearly loses Eddie for good.

Later that year, his close eye on Eddie even closer as he heals, Wayne sees just how close the Harrington boy has gotten. Sees how protective Steve is of Eddie. How he looks at him like he’s precious.

He sees how Eddie reaches for him like he knows he’ll be there.

He sees that Steve always is.

Wayne is 50 when he spots one of Eddie’s rings on Steve’s finger. When he asks, Eddie mumbles, “We made it as official as we can.”

They hug and Wayne tells him how happy he is for them. “You chose well,” he says softly against his hair.

At 55, Wayne’s knees hurt and his back hurts, his body tired after years at the plant. But it doesn’t bother him. He still gets down on the floor to play with his granddaughter, the adoption paperwork finally complete now Rosie’s three.

She’s gonna keep him young, he can tell.