Thanks, Kiddo | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
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Word count: 1.1k (shorty but it’s cute)
Synopsis: Reader bumps into Wayne one night while going for a late-night cigarette, Wayne takes the time to thank reader for looking after Eddie
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader (romantic) Wayne Munson x reader (platonic)
Warning: smoking (cigarettes), slight illusion to sex, slight illusion to a shorter reader, Uncle Wayne being an absolute softy but that’s about it!
Authors note: Hiya lovelies!! I’m so glad you all enjoyed my last fic! I’m obsessed with the concept of Wayne being an absolute softy for Y/N but I swear I don’t see enough of it so I decided to write my own! Apologies, I’m high as fuck right now and can hardly string together comprehendible sentences but I still think this is a really cute concept so enjoy! Xx requests are currently open so feel free to drop whatever your little heart desires in there!
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The harsh summer wind blows through Forest Hills Trailer Park. You're lying next to Eddie, tossing and turning as the constant rattling of tin hits the side window making it next to impossible to fall back to sleep.
After a good twenty minutes of attempted shut-eye, you swing your legs over the side of Eddie’s bed quickly grabbing his Hellfire shirt that was disregarded in a rush only hours before, throwing it over your naked body and slipping on a pair of underwear, because of you and Eddie’s height difference, his shirts act like more of a dress than a shirt.
Looking at Eddie’s digital clock a harsh red light shines 2:48 am. You quickly make your way to the other side of the bed, trying your hardest to dodge all the disregarded nick knacks scattered aimlessly around the bedroom floor. Finally making it to Eddie’s bedside table.
You squint your eyes, trying your hardest to adjust to the dark lighting of the room, fumbling around until you land on a carton of cigarettes and a lighter, you take a quick glance at Eddie. His still fast asleep, dead to the world around him. Snatching the cigarettes and heading to his bedroom door, you giggle to yourself, Eddie didn’t love the idea of you smoking, always saying it wasn’t good for you and how you would end up coughing up your guts by the time you were thirty. It was always funny to you because he would go on these rants about your smoking habit with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, you knew he was just trying to keep you safe and healthy but the sight always made you smile.
After successfully exiting Eddie’s room you slowly close the door behind you, marking your way down the short hallway, through the living room and past the kitchenette finally making it to the front door. Trying your best to be quiet, the door opens with an ear-piercing squeak from the hinges. You cringe, stopping for a moment, waiting to hear if the noise had woken Eddie from his slumber. After a short second, you quickly slip out the door and run down the stairs, making your way to the communal trailer park bench.
It was a common occurrence, almost routine for you at this point to sit and have a smoke under the lamp on the bench every night. During the day, the bench was normally occupied by the trailer park kids playing cards or the other residents catching up and having a drink but at this hour in the morning, the bench sat lonely under a faint lamp post, lightly illuminating its surroundings.
As you approach your normal spot, you see a figure sitting on top of the bench with their feet on the seat smoking a cigarette. You slow your approach, not wanting to disrupt whoever was deep in thought.
Without warning the figure's head whips around making eye contact with you. You smile immediately recognising the person as Wayne. Quickly jogging over to meet him, you give a small wave “I thought you were at work”
He smiles, taking another puff of his cigarette “got let off early. What are you doing out here this late kiddo? it’s too dark for you to be out here alone”
You smile and take a seat next to him on the bench top “couldn’t sleep” you open the carton of cigarettes placing one on your lips “thought I could use some fresh air” you take your hand, cupping it around the end of your cigarette and lighting it.
“My boys giving you bad habits young lady” Wayne watches you, stubbing out his cigarette and grabbing another for himself. “It’s no good for you”
You laugh inhaling the chemicals “I swear, you and Eds are the same person in different bodies” Wayne smiles, looking down at his shoes. “How’s my boy going? I don’t see him too much nowadays, always either asleep or at bloody work” he chuckles bitterly.
“His going great Wayne, he passed that math test the other day! B+!, on the way to graduation this year, I can promise you that” you chirp, looking off into the night sky, admiring the stars.
There’s a long silence. You feel Wayne’s eyes on you. “Thank you Y/N” Wayne almost whispers.
“What are you thanking me for” you make eye contact with Wayne, a confused smile on your face.
“Thank you for looking after my boy. He's been dealt some tough cards you know? People aren’t the nicest, they can’t look past his hard exterior. They just see him as an outcast, a freak, he’s not treated the best, I mean he never has been but god” you swear you see tears form in the older Munson’s eyes. “You're so gentle with him. He needs gentle, he deserves gentle. At the end of the day, his just a kid. A kid that needs to be loved and looked after and there’s only so much I can do, I’m never home and I worried for so long, is he eating properly? is he getting his homework done? is he washing his clothes? Does he have enough money for gas? Is he safe? And then out of nowhere, you come along and cook him meals, help with his homework, do his washing, remind him about gas, keep him safe.” Wayne exhales with a big sigh “I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you for looking after my boy honey. He needs you, hell, I need you. I hope he tells you how grateful he is because god, I know that boy like the back of my hand and I know for a fact his in love.
You blush, trying your hardest not to let your tears drop “I love him too, more than anything” is all you are able to get out before tears start pooling from your eyes.
Wayne takes his arm, putting it around your shoulder and pulling you into the side of him.
“Your the best thing that ever happened to that boy” he whispers, placing a kiss on your hair.
You and Wayne sit there for a while, hugging each other, not a word needs to be said. You both are thinking the same thing.
You wake up in Wayne’s arms as he carries you bridal style back to his and Eddie’s trailer “go back to sleep kiddo, you have school tomorrow” he whispers as he walks up the stairs, opening the door with his elbow and walking you both inside. The last thing you remember is Wayne placing you on Eddie’s bed and pulling the covers over you. “Goodnight kiddo,” he says while giving you a kiss on the head and slowly leaving Eddie’s bedroom.
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