charmed
e. munson x reader, 3k
summary: eddie comes home from a long day at work to discover wayne has a pretty surprise for him includes: established!eddie x reader, wayne being the sweetest paternal figure, mumblings of a found family, wayne manifesting a daughter in law by years end warnings: afab reader, non descript
a/n: writing from the boys perspective is always way more fun. i have so many thoughts about wayne and eddie's relationship.
Eddie had intended to be home earlier, a far cry earlier than the 9:30 that blinked hazily on his vans dashboard as he pulled in before the trailer. He was meant to be home hours ago, hoping to enjoy a Friday night the way that a young person ought to â out with the people he loved. Instead he sat in his driver's seat, covered in oil and grime and god knows what else from under the hood of some deadbeat richman from the other side of town. The apprentice had fucked the repair of a rather pricey car, one that was to be picked up first thing monday, and Eddie didnât have it in him to let the little guy drown under the barrage of abuse from an intimidating customer.Â
So he stayed back, and now he was paying the price. Dinner would have been long over by now, and it was unlikely that Wayne was still home at such an hour. He usually had the night shift on this pay cycle, but Eddie couldnât tell one from another these days. The lights were still on, his indication that heâd gotten his weeks wrong.Â
Worn leather boots beat against the gravel as he trekked towards the door, hand running through the curls that hung low on his forehead; wild, in desperate need of a trim. He was spent, body weary and limp from the extra strain. He wanted to call his friends, to call you, to ask for good company, but he knew even now he was too tired to go anywhere.Â
The door was unlocked, so he slipped into the warmth of the trailer with an involuntary shiver, eyes blinking tiredly to spot the figure propped up on the couch. Wayne. Beer in hand, chin shadowed with stubble; Eddieâs hero, if anyone were to ever ask. The old man was his favourite person, whether he knew it or not.Â
Wayne gave a gruff smile, tilting his chin up at his nephew. âLong day, boy?âÂ
âYeah.â Eddie breathed, voice more gravelly than heâd realised. âGot stuck back, sorry I didnât call.âÂ
Wayne shrugged. âI figured, though thereâs a surprise in your room fâyou.âÂ
A surprise? Eddie couldnât possibly guess what. âYouâre joking.âÂ
Wayne simply smiled in response, shaking his head. âYou go have a look ân tell me if Iâm joking. Just be quiet about it.âÂ
Eddie gave a quizzical sort of look, boots resounding against the floorboards as he moved towards the room, a quick mumble from Wayne catching his attention again.Â
âQuieter than that.âÂ
Eddie scoffed, his demeanour still playful despite his disbelief. He took more careful steps this time, readjusting the band wrapped clumsily around his bound tresses, trying to alleviate the steadily subsiding headache from two hours ago. Wayne had never been much of a secret keeper, nor was he one for dramatics. He was a pragmatic, realistic, nonfrivolous sort of man, which made that excitable little sparkle in his uncleâs eyes all the more amusing. Wayne didnât play tricks, but Eddie couldnât help but feel he was walking into one.Â
With a slow turn of his door handle, Eddie eased the gap open, his eyes scanning the silent dark until his gaze settled upon the mountain of blankets upon his bed. There, buried under three blankets of comfort, was you. It might have been hard to tell under any other circumstances, but even half asleep and exhausted out of his mind, Eddie knew he could recognise your silhouette anywhere. He softened instantaneously, body slackening slightly under the slow wave of adoration that overcame him. You were here to see him. Talk about a surprise, he hadnât expected to see you today, and now he felt his ribs pressing in tightly together, chest constricting with a glad sort of giddiness.Â
He was gentle in closing the door again, his smile bemused at his now grinning uncle. âAnd howâd my girl end up in there, hm?âÂ
He toed off his boots, movements suddenly precise and careful under the presence of your company. Even through the closed door, he had no desire to rouse you just yet. Not until he was ready, clean and showered and shed of all other obligations, able to dedicate himself to your company.Â
âShe came by at 5,â Wayne explained, turning down the quiet shout of the television set with a well worn remote, âthought youâd be home soon, wanted to surprise you. I told her she was welcome tâwait, thinkinâ youâd be round earlier. But yâwerenât, so we had some dinner.âÂ
Wayne paused, nudging his chin towards the fridge, which Eddie took to mean there was leftovers waiting for him inside. He began rustling through, finding what was left of a roast and vegetables wrapped up neatly in foil. It was a little more extravagant than he had expected, and Eddie chalked that up to your aid in the kitchen. He could see the container of biscuits on the counter, too, with little hearts and flowers piped onto the tops. Pinks and blues and reds and whites, this wasnât a house for sweets and softness, though Eddie welcomed your charms in any way he could get them. He sat at the table to feast, unbothered to even reheat the feast.Â
Wayne continued on. âThought she might go lookinâ for yâ, but we got aâtalking. Sheâs a real sweet thing, yâknow, made a real effort to chat. Even offered to sit down ân watch a game with me, thought I didnât have the heart tâput her through it. Ended up watchinâ some Antiques Roadshow thinkinâ sheâd like it better; you ever seen me watchinâ that before? I ainât never had much care, but we had good fun.â
âNo shit!â Eddie piped up, astounded by the softened edges of his Uncle. Youâd charmed him, he thought, with your curious questions and kind smiles. For Wayne to sit down and talk to anyone was a miracle, one that only an angel could perform. His Angel.Â
âWe got guessinâ and everythinâ.â Wayne added, wiping roughly at his smile. âSeemed tired, though, so I told her to crash in your room. Sheâs been out maybe half an hour.âÂ
Astounded was an understatement. Eddie had brought girls home before he met you, though none had bothered to exchange more than polite pleasantries with his Uncle. Heâd never been serious about them, so heâd never thought much of it, and then came you. Three months into this new connection, a relationship born of spring flowers and whisky nights and loud music and soft touches. Eddie had never been serious until now, until you, and now he couldnât picture being anything else but.Â
He was glowing, beaming from ear to ear. âSo you like her, then?â He was so hopeful in his question, a sincerity Wayne only ever saw reserved for the most heartfelt of Eddieâs dreamings.Â
âI do.â Wayne announced, washing down his contentment with another swig of his beer. âI hope yâre serious âbout her, sheâs real soft on you, and I think sheâs a good one. Seems to make you happy enough, you ainât mopinâ nearly so much these days.âÂ
Eddie rolled his eyes, groaning with faux annoyance, rolling foil into a tiny ball to toss across the room, missing Wayne by a good foot of space. âI donât mope.âÂ
âI donât mope my ass, kid, you mope plenty. Just not anymore.â He was laughing now, worn lines creasing at the corners of his eyes. âI said she should come back fâdinner another night, we can all eat together. She was tellinâ me âbout this story she was readinâ, and Iâll be damned if I donât know how it ends.âÂ
Eddie knew how this story ended; it ended with you. It began with you, too. It was all you, he couldnât see any other ending for him.Â
âYeah, that sounds good, old man.â He was doing his best to stomach the meal, but his words were caught around hastily eaten mouthfuls half chewed and uneasy to swallow. Heâd give himself heartburn if he wasnât careful, and it would have been worth it.Â
Eddie took a moment to pause, swallowing thickly, belching unceremoniously in a way he was glad you weren't there to witness. âI am serious, yâknow, about her. Real serious. I got a good feeling.âÂ
âYeah?â Wayne questioned, sinking back into the sofa.Â
âYeah. She could be the one; ainât that somethinâ? I always thought it was bull when people said you just know, butâŚâ he laughed with astonishment, âI think I just know.âÂ
âWell shit,â Wayne exclaimed, clearing his throat, âthatâs real good, Edâs. You just be good and treat her nice. Be a gentleman.âÂ
Eddie wasnât too sure he knew how to be a gentleman, but somehow, he knew you liked him all the same. He didnât need to be anything but himself around you, and that was a one in a billion kind of feeling,
He was quick in his cleaning, fumbling around the kitchen to pack away a still soaking plate, his mind skating over the plastic drying rack by the sink entirely. âIâm beinâ good, I swear.âÂ
âBullshit.â Wayne teased, shaking his head. He braced himself on his knees, slowly rising to his feet with a groan. âIâm goinâ to bed. Tell her sheâs welcome to stay whenever she likes, okay? Show her where the spare key is.âÂ
âI will.â Eddie nodded, barely able to fight his slow building excitement. He could feel himself getting restless, hands flexing just at the thought of holding you. âGânight, Wayne.âÂ
âGânight son.â He echoed back, disappearing into the quiet of his own room.Â
Eddie made sure to lock up on his way, switching off the tv and lights as his own sort of wind down ritual. Theyâd be on all night if he wasnât careful, and heâd spied the last bill long enough to have a mind for the electricity now. Besides, he needed to be calm when he woke you. Heâd half frightened you to death last time he came barrelling in.Â
Once again, he retreated towards his room, slipping into the dark like a shadow of the night, slowly shucking his way out of his overalls to kick to the side of the room. He didnât mind staining his sheets with oil, but not you; you were something worth caring for. He knew he should have showered, but the sweat on his skin could hardly deter him from the need he had to be close to you, to ease away the troubles of his way with the balm of your skin against his, your whispers ringing in his head.Â
He fumbled his way to the edge of the mattress, your sleeping body facing away from him to the back wall of the room. He peered a little closer into the darkness, a sliver of moonlight cascading across the bare curve of your shoulder, arm wrapped around something small, something fuzzyâŚ
âWell shit, Ted, whatâre you doing in here?â Eddie hadnât thought to consider where the ragdoll cat had scampered off to. Teddy had been adopted only a few weeks after Eddie came to live with Wayne, his Uncleâs way of easing the boy into this entirely new world together. Teddy had been his childhood companion, and by the way he was burrowed into the pudge of your stomach, purring louder than a car engine, Eddie could see youâd won him over too.Â
The cat barely stirred, rather giving him a grumbled sort of chirp at being disturbed, before wriggling his way further under the blankets. You, however, made the softest of whining noises that left Eddieâs heart near strangling in his chest. He lifted a ring clad hand to that moonlight shoulder, brushing callouses across the line of freckles that dusted your skin, watching as your eyes began to flutter open, head turning slightly to face him.Â
âEddie!â No one in the world had ever been so enthusiastic to see him before, not one. His name wasnât the kind to roll off the tongue, to be begged for or shouted out or held tenderly on someone's lips. Never before, but the way your mouth wrapped around the letters seemed to change the word entirely. Nothing had ever sounded so tender, so wanting, so pleased. You were always pleased to see him, a feeling he never had to doubt when he could see it so plainly reflected in your irises.Â
âHoney.â He cooed back, tugging up the corner of the bedsheets to slip beneath them, curving his body to fit the shape of your own, nudging his knee between your two just to feel your skin pressed against his own in every possible way. The hair on his body was just as wild as the hair on his head, but nothing felt like home to him more than the brush of your skin to the mess of his. âFancy seeing you here.âÂ
You exhaled a lengthy yawn, muffling the sound into his pillow with a hum. Your hair, once styled, now seemed mussed and flattened under the weight of your head. His bed linens were already tattooing precious creases into sleep warmed skin. You were too beautiful for him to even comprehend.Â
You turned in his arms, careful not to disrupt the grumbling cat beside you despite your eagerness. He felt arms press their way around him, your nose nuzzling at his chin. âWayne let me in. I hope thatâs okay.âÂ
Literally nothing else could have been more okay in his mind. It was perfect. This was perfect; coming home to you. âCome by anytime, baby. Iâm just sorry I wasnât back sooner. I made you wait.âÂ
You shook your head. âI didnât mind. Wayneâs really cool. He kept me company.â
âSo I heard.â His voice was edged with an air of amusement, his hand lifting to brush back the strands of hair falling across your face, leaving his palm to cup at the plush of your cheek, his eyes admiring even in the dark. âAntiques Roadshow?â
You let out a giggle. âWe panicked! I was trying to make a good impression, and he suggested it so I thought why not. Honestly it was pretty fun, I could totally watch another episode.âÂ
âMm.â His lips met the button of your nose dotingly, his voice slackening to a syrupy smoothness. âHeâs impressed, Iâm impressed; youâve got us Munson men wrapped around your pretty little finger. Even Teddyâs on your side.âÂ
âI do not!â You chided, helpless against his onslaught of affection. He left you preening and giddy, a little lightheaded when he loved on you like this, and Eddie never had any intention of stopping. âTeddy just wanted a cuddle.â
âHim and me both.â Eddie asserted, snaking his other arm beneath the arch of your waist, wrapping around the small of your back to tug you in further, his smile resoundingly bright at the way you hummed happily. âWeâre not too young to be asleep by 10, are we?âÂ
The way you eased into the very fabric of him, your bodies so close and so connected, wrapped tightly in the warmth of his room, was enough assurance to him that you were just as content here as he was. âNo. Iâm not leaving this spot. You just got home, and Iâm all sleepy, and Tedâs gonna get mad if we move.âÂ
Ted chirped an affirmative sound, leaving Eddie to rasp a laugh. âWell we canât make Teddy mad, can we. Gotta stay here all night with my girl.âÂ
You chuckled softly in turn, your voice quieting under the weight of exhaustion. âI was meant to keep you company, but Iâm so sleepy.â Another yawn parted your plush lips, leaving Eddie with no choice but to press his own to the corner once they came back together again.Â
âYou are keepinâ me company. Think Iâll sleep a bunch better with you keepinâ me warm. Iâll take you on a date tomorrow, hm? After a big sleep in?âÂ
âYouâre so sexy when you talk like that.â You mumbled, your lashes fluttering shut to rest against your cheeks. âIâd kiss you stupid if I could move.âÂ
Besotted was not a strong enough word for what Eddie felt in that moment, but he was overwhelmed with the urge to litter a smattering of kisses from the edge of your cheekbone to the corners of your forehead, each one softer than the last, lulling you into that sweet place of slumber you were already drifting towards.Â
âKiss me stupid tomorrow. Sleep, sweetheart.â You didnât need to be told twice. Within moments, Eddie watched the light in your flicker to a dim, pale glow, your breathing evening out to something unhurried. Peaceful. It didnât matter to him that he had only had those brief moments with you tonight. Five minutes with you was enough to chase away all the strife of a day otherwise written off in his mind. And that was what his life had been missing, after all. Someone who made going to sleep at 10pm look like the greatest moment of his life. He wanted to keep you to himself, a greedy kind of possessiveness stirring in his gut, for as long as he was able, knowing full well that less than twelve hours from now, Wayne would without a doubt be waiting to make you both breakfast on his morning off.Â
Like he said, you had all the Munson boys charmed.















