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One boy's journey into becoming a maternity goddess~

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Briar yawned as he climbed up the lush mountain, it was so early the sun hadn't even come up yet. He wanted to watch the sunrise on the peak so he had to get up there in the dark. He stumbled here and there, scraping his knees and hands a bit, everything was slick with morning dew. It would all be worth it for the view, he reminded himself as he climbed.

Making his way around to the east side of the mountain peak, Briar found that the view was indeed phenomenal, but something strange caught his eye. A trail, leading up the mountain further. Curious, and still a ways off from dawn, he headed along the trail to see where it would take him.

He wasn't expecting much, maybe it was a game trail leading to a spring. After walking a ways he discovered there was a spring, but said spring was cutting through a small overgrown stone temple. It was empty, and a bit dark inside, but it fascinated him, and tearing away a few vines let in enough light. Checking his compass it appeared the entrance faced directly east, so it would make a good spot to watch the sunrise. Sitting at the entrance, Briar enjoyed watching the sun come up, feeling the warmth fall over him. After basking in it a bit longer, he thought it would be fun to look around this strange temple.

The morning light illuminated the place, revealing an altar and an idol made of stone. Though Briar didn't know what god it was specifically, it was clearly a fertility icon of some sort, a round wide woman with strange markings all over her body. He set a hand on the altar, ignoring the stinging scrapes on his hand, and leaned over to get a closer look at the idol, wondering what the markings symbolized.

YOU BRING BLOOD AND LIGHT TO CERASUS

"Ugh!" Briar hunched over, clutching his head. What the hell was that?

THE ROPE IS SPUN

"What? What?" His legs gave out, his head felt like it was splitting.

BLOOD AND POWER

POWER AND BLOOD

Briar blacked out.

"I told you!" The shorter elf laughed, pointing to Briar who lay unconscious on the stone floor.

The taller elf sneered, "Bow down, you fool."

The two elves bowed low before entering the temple, the taller one lifting Briar up and placing him on the altar. The light that touched the idol seemed to warp around it before reaching out to envelop his body. The two elves muttered a prayer to Cerasus as the energy flowing into the man on the altar was fully absorbed.

Without further ceremony the taller elf scooped Briar up once more, throwing him over his shoulder before they left.

Briar awoke much later, his head pounding, his body aching, and quickly realized he was not in the temple any longer. He was in a huge forest, massive trees looming overhead. This was no ordinary forest.

"You're awake. Good."

Briar stood up quickly, stumbling back at the sight of two elves. How had he ended up in their territory?

"I-I don't know how I got here, point me to the way out and I'll leave and not come back." He said, holding his hands up in a passive gesture.

The two elves scoffed, the shorter one grabbed his arm, "Come on, we'll guide you."

"Uh, thank you..."

The short one smiled, "Aislinn. The tall grumpy one is Naira."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Briar."

The trio walked for a ways as the day came to an end. As the sun began to set they entered an elven city. Making their way deeper into the city, Briar realized he hadn't eaten a single thing all day as his stomach growled at him. They arrived at a large marble temple, much more grand and modern than the small one he'd been in this morning. He tried to ask what they were doing here but was pulled along without explanation.

At the top of the stairs leading up to the temple an old elf waited, looking serious and if her tapping staff was any indication, a bit impatient. She gestured for Briar to stand still as she went about chanting something he didn't understand.

A glowing light shined from his middle, causing the other two elves to bow down before him. His body felt strange. He looked between them and the light and the old chanting elf, trying to figure out just what was going on, but not daring to speak. The light grew brighter before it began spreading like veins along his body.

Once it had completely crawled across all of his body the light subsided, leaving odd symbols all over him, just like the ones covering the idol this morning.

The old elf gave some orders to the other two in elvish before heading down the stairs.

"Can you please explain what's going on?" Briar asked, feeling like he might burst into tears if he didn't get answers.

Naira pointed to his middle where the light had come from, and then at the bright full moon peaking through the trees, "You summoned an old fertility goddess and now you must act as an idol yourself. Your body is going to start changing, but don't worry, it's a pleasant change. Just wait for the transformation to be completed."

"And what if I don't want to? What if I just leave?" It was a bad bluff, they knew he wouldn't survive in a magic forest for a day.

"Cerasus would probably kill you herself."

Before Briar could ask what that meant, he felt a throbbing deep inside him, he groaned as his body began to feel so hot. His belly started to fill out, though he didn't know how, it swelled and then so did the rest of him, his tight rump started to soften and hips widened, then his thighs thickened and his gut swelled out even more as all he could do was clutch it helplessly, then as if he wasn't round enough, two juicy breasts quickly replaced his pecs. He panted and moaned as he continued to grow bigger and wider, why did it feel so good? What was happening to him? He felt something throb between his legs, something that hadn't been there before. All he could do was moan and squirm.

His round belly dominated his form, the weight of it pulled on him, demanding that he hold it up with both arms, but it felt good, and he couldn't bring himself to feel ashamed at the display as he tore his clothes off eagerly. Those damn pants had no business squeezing his hips so tightly, and that awful shirt was cutting into his arms and sides like a vice, much easier just to take them off before they could cut off circulation.

"Ha! I told you some humans hate to wear undergarments, you owe me twenty shillings." Aislinn laughed, pointing to Briar's lack of underwear.

Naira rolled his eyes, "Focus on the task at hand. Looks like you match the icon, fat boy, let's get you inside."

With a swat on his ass, Naira steered the now plush human inside the temple. It was beautiful inside, much warmer and cleaner than the first one. Soon Briar had been scrubbed down and was wearing a thin revealing tunic that slit along the sides, revealing his thick legs and clinging just right to his fat belly and breasts, which he was still getting used to carrying around.

Waddling into a room belly first sent a thrill through Briar, and he took a moment to look over his softened body in the giant mirror.

"We're going to be your attendants, Lord Briar, please don't hesitate to make requests for anything you'd like. These welcome gifts are just to help you get settled in."

Briar blinked, looking over all the luxuries in the room, the huge bed, the cosmetics, the jewelry, several things he couldn't even identify. Surely these things weren't really for him, this must be some sort of joke. Just because he accidentally put his scraped up hand on that altar he was being turned into an idol?

He placed one foot on an ottoman and raised the front of his tunic. "Holy fuck... Are you guys seeing this?"

"A cute fatty showing off in the mirror? Yes." Aislinn snickered.

Briar pointed a finger at his nethers, "The cunt is new. That was not there before."

"Nonsense--"

Naira cut him off, "It's probably true, the priestess said it's rare for humans to have both."

"...Hm, I figured Cerasus picked you because you had both." The smaller elf shrugged, "Just the same, it's a blessing. You should get some rest, I'm sure we'll be very busy in the morning."

Without any further explanation the pair left him alone, and Briar was only able to sort of get his thoughts together before exhaustion caught up with him and he fell asleep.

In the morning Briar woke to a large breakfast in bed, and no longer riding the high of his transformation, felt embarrassed to be doted on like this. He was never the sort to have others do things for him, it was strange to sit around watching others open the curtains and bring him slippers.

He shuffled along on a little tour of the temple, finding that he quite enjoyed the two attendants and their odd humor. Aislinn handed him an orange potion to drink as they finished their tour.

"What's it do?" Briar peered at it.

"I wonder~" He winked.

Briar huffed, figuring that it wouldn't kill him or turn him into a frog, and put it back easily.

"Hmm," he licked his lips, "Tastes good. Will you tell me now?"

"I think it's more fun if you wait and see."

The pair led the human back to his room, where a strange item was standing proudly on his bed.

"What is that?" He asked, gesturing at the thing.

Naira grinned, "It's a gift, a specially made toy for your pleasure."

Briar laughed and picked it up, looking it over, he supposed it looked phallic, "Is... Is this what elves look like? Down there?"

"Is elven anatomy not widely known? I thought it was sought after in the broader world."

Briar was still studying the thick gift, it's ribbed shaft and shear length, along with a small symbol on the tip, "Ah, you know, I'm not sure. It's never come up. I know dragons look, erm, terrifying, but I'd never heard anything about elf sex." The human felt an odd stir in the pit of his belly, and suddenly he felt very warm, not unlike how he felt during his transformation last night.

Naira grabbed the dildo and pressed him onto his back on the bed, "Well, you're going to get acquainted today."

"Wh- What for?" His mind was going fuzzy, he couldn't seem to get his thoughts in order.

"You're a fertility icon now, Lord Briar."

"Yeah and? That thing's not gonna get me pregnant." Though it was tempting to stretch himself with.

Naira laughed and ran a finger over the symbol on the tip, making cum bead there as if summoned. Aislinn took a thigh in either hand and started kissing the soft flesh there, but not touching Briar's cunt at all, making him squirm.

"If you ask nicely," the taller elf purred, "I'll lube this toy up first."

Briar felt so hellishly hot, like his skin would melt off of him at any moment, "P-Please, hah, I... I'll do anything, I-I, oh gods, what did you give me?"

Aislinn sucked on the skin of his inner thigh, "Just a little something. You look like you're enjoying it." Then he said something in elvish to Naira, who pushed their human down before kissing him hard, grabbing at his soft tits, followed by Aislinn finally beginning to give his clit some attention, along with sliding two long fingers into his wetness to stretch him out.

His eyes rolled back, his clit was so unbearably sensitive but he was enjoying it, all he could do was squirm and buck helplessly as the two played with him, he was sure he would quickly lose count of orgasms. Naira made quick work of lubing up the dildo, but took his sweet time slowly working it into Briar's lips.

Once the thick toy was fully taken inside their idol, they let him sit up and catch his breath.

Aislinn grabbed a thin magical device, showing its display to Briar. It was a view into another place, a large room with a huge clear vat full of something.

"Oh," the realization dawned on him, "That's... That's way too much, I can't possibly take all that."

"Not all at once, but eventually it'll be emptied." Naira squeezed one of his rolls, "Don't worry, it stops before you're at your limit."

"How did you even do that? Is that the combined efforts of every elf alive or what?"

"It's the combined effort of the elite elves who donated their seed, maybe a bit less than a hundred people."

"Oh? And do you two count as elites or...?

The pair both looked like kids caught red handed, Aislinn smiled cheekily, "We don't count but we may have contributed as well... Don't tell anyone, alright?"

"I can't exactly leverage it for better treatment, you're already worshipping me, so- Hmmmn!"

Briar watched as his middle started swelling slowly with seed, it felt weird but not unpleasant. Naira kissed his throat before grabbing his stiff cock in hand, appraising it.

"Humans are weird looking." He mumbled, running his thumb over the tip.

"Ah, don't be a tease." Briar hissed.

He couldn't do much to suppress the noise he made when the elf finally swallowed him, Aislinn was happy to kiss him and rub his expanding middle. He was certain they were going to torment him with pleasure for the foreseeable future. They worked several orgasms out of him before he couldn't take anymore, the toy gushing hot cum the whole time, slowly filling him up.

Feeling rightly sweaty and boneless it only made sense for the trio to take a bath before bed. It wasn't until a few days later that Briar really took in how big he was now. He couldn't reach his arms around the entirety of his belly, it was weighing him down so suddenly that it hurt his back to attempt to get up. His attendants were practically offended by the thought of him attempting to do anything on his own and made sure to train him out of that. Their goddess didn't need to lift a finger, his only focus should be his brood.

It took a bit of time and a few potions, but before long their precious idol was dick dumb and content to only receive pleasure. Briar was convinced that he couldn't waste any energy overthinking, that all of his energy needed to go to his brood. He didn't need to worry about anything, everything was taken care of for him. Being a gravid broodmare was perfect for him, he loved growing so big and full with healthy elf pups, and eating such decadent food, and getting milked twice a day, and drowning in orgasms.

Elite elven pups required nothing less than the best, and their gestational time was a year and a half at least, leaving the fat goddess to grow heavier and wider to contain them all. He couldn't wait for the next litter, his pussy throbbed at the thought. This was what he needed, an endless influx of babies to carry.

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strangersteddierthings · 5 months

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Good People - Final Part

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

It is not often that Wayne is happy with the monotony of work. Tonight is one of those nights, if only because it allows him to think about where he went wrong speaking to Eddie. He had never meant to imply he thought Eddie was like Al; he'd meant the apple and tree comment to for Richard and Steve. However, he does acknowledge why Eddie drew the conclusion that Wayne might have thought Eddie would follow in Al's footsteps.

Wayne's being a hypocrite, applying the logic to one boy, but not the other. And even though he never, not once, thought that Eddie would become Al, he'll never be able to take that thought from Eddie's mind that he had. He can apologize until he's blue in the face, Eddie might even forgive him, but he's not sure Eddie will ever believe him. Not truly.

And how could Wayne expect him to?

No. That's a shame Wayne will take to the grave.

Next strike to Wayne's conscious; the misjudgment of Steve Harrington, and how it ties into the fact Eddie accused him of not trusting his judgement, and, moreover, Eddie being right. Wayne hadn't trusted in Eddie's trust of Steve.

He should have. It's been years since Eddie came home crying about a boy, but what father doesn't see their kid crying over their first heartbreak and doesn't grow protective? And with Eddie, it's even more terrifying. Getting mixed up with the wrong boy could mean bruised ribs, black eyes, or worse.

In a town like Hawkins, a boy would just have to claim Eddie made a sexual advance and his murder could (would) be justified.

Now add the manhunt and being suspected of murderer to that. Well, Wayne's scared for Eddie's life almost every minute of his day.

But it's no excuse. Or if it is, it's a poor one.

Wayne doesn't know the full story but he does know that Steve was with the group of people on Eddie's side; that he was there with the Henderson kid, the Buckley girl, and Nancy Wheeler, digging Eddie out of the rubble from the earthquake, getting him to the hospital as fast as they could.

Steve Harrington was part of the group that saved Eddie's life, and that should have meant more to begin with. Instead, Wayne's been waiting for a shoe to drop that very well isn't coming.

He's going to fix this.

He'll give Eddie his space to be angry with him, and he'll try again in a few days.

When Wayne gets home, around 6:30am, Eddie's van is gone. He's not surprised. He probably left shortly after Wayne did, not leaving sooner just to avoid him.

There is a note on Wayne's bed when he makes it there. Says he's at Steve, and instead of letting Wayne know when he'll return it just says the words 'be back' followed by a bunch of questions marks. He ends it with 'call if worried' and leaves a phone number that must be for the Harrington residence.

Another hurt Wayne can't blame on anyone but himself.

Wednesday passes. Wayne eats breakfast, goes grocery shopping, pretends to care about his shows before sleeping the afternoon away to prepare for another graveyard. Eddie has not returned when he wakes, and two short hours later, he's off to work.

Eddie's van remains gone.

Returns from work Thursday morning and repeats Wednesday. He replaces grocery shopping with laundry and cleaning out the leftovers for trash day tomorrow morning. Goes to work.

Friday morning he returns home. No Eddie. He waits for it to be a more appropriate time, a little before 10:00am to call the number Eddie left.

It rings, rings, rings, then, a voice he hasn't heard in years. Richard Harrington's voice sounds as cold as it always was as the answering machine recites, "You've reached the Harrington's. We are not available. Leave a message."

"This is Wayne Munson. I just wanted to make sure Eddie's- that's he's alright. Let him know that I called. Checked on him. He doesn't need to call back but I'd appreciate it."

He hangs up the phone, lump in his throat. He misses his boy, and he wants to make his right, but he can't force that. Eddie has to always want to make it okay between them.

He's usually off Fridays, but he asked to pick up a shift. He can't face Linda without having fixed this. He spends the morning and afternoon doing all the small fixes he'd been putting off. Anything to keep him busy. He goes to sleep at his usual time, and wakes up two hours before his shift like normal.

Check's his answering machine but if anyone called while he was asleep, they didn't leave a message. There's still no van when he heads to work.

The plant tells him to leave an hour early. He tries to argue to stay but he's just waved off, told to go get some sleep because he's been looking a little worse for the wear.

He gets back to Forest Hills around 5:40am and finds there is another car parked at his home. Not Eddie's van, but the sleek maroon BMW that belongs to Steve Harrington parked where the van usually is.

When he pulls into his spot, the headlights of his truck light up Steve, sitting on his steps, wrapped in a coat. It can't be more than 50℉ outside right now.

Steve stands as Wayne cuts the engine and climbs from his truck. He gets to the front of his truck and Steve speaks.

"Eddie's okay," Steve says, hands shoving deep into his pockets, "I tried to get him to call you back yesterday but, well, you know Eddie."

Wayne nods, because he does know Eddie. "I appreciate you tellin' me. But you coulda just called."

"I could have."

They look at each other for a moment, and just as Steve opens his mouth, probably to tell Wayne he's going to go, Wayne speaks first, "you wanna come inside and have a cup of coffee to warm up?"

Steve tilts his head slightly to the left before he says, "are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright," and then Steve steps away from the stairs so Wayne can climb them and let them into the trailer. Steve follows behind silently but with familiarity. He's spent so much of his time here since spring break- the shame crawls through Wayne again. He'd assumed, once upon a time, that Eddie and Steve spent more time here than at Steve's because why would Steve want the trailer park boy in his big fancy house? Now, though, he wonders if it's because this place felt more like a home, even with Wayne's cold shoulder.

Steve sits at their little kitchen table, a luxury they didn't have before because there was no room in the single wide, one bedroom they'd had before. The new double wide (with three bedrooms) offered them a bit more space for a dining area.

Wayne's still suspicious of the government's offer to replace their destroyed home, but he wasn't foolish enough to deny the offer when it was made to him by Jim Hopper (newly returned from the dead back then).

"How do you take your coffee?" Wayne asks, once the machine finishes filling the carafe.

"Oh, I can fix it-"

"Nonsense," Wayne waves him back to sitting, "just tell me."

"I like it with just enough milk to take the scalding heat out of it," Steve says, and while Wayne's not sure just how much that it, he tries anyway.

He sets a cup in front of Steve before taking a seat across from him. "I really do appreciate that you came to tell me Eddie's okay. I want to give him his space but...."

Steve sips his coffee before shooting his cup a small smile. Wayne must have got the ratio right. Then, he looks to Wayne and the smile drops, a more serious expression taking its place and he says, "Eddie wouldn't really tell me what your fight was about, other than, uh, me and that you... overheard some of what I said last time I was here. I don't, like, want to come between you and Eddie, but I'm not, I'm not going to let you scare me away. So, just tell me what I have to do to get Eddie to believe we're cool, and I'll do it. Anything, except for getting out of Eddie's life. 'Cause I won't."

"I would never ask you to do that," Wayne says. Steve squints at him, a look of suspicion now. Completely warranted, given what Steve has known of Wayne thus far. "I owe you an apology, Steve. For how I've been treatin' you."

Steve's eyes go wide, "Oh. What? Why?"

"You've been nothin' but good to Eddie. For Eddie. And I refused to see that. I made a judgment about you without knowin' anything but your name." Steve let's out a soft 'oh' at that, but Wayne plows on, "And that weren't fair, and it weren't right. I can't undo it, but I want you to know I regret it. I'm sorry."

"Okay," Steve says, after a moment. "I forgive you."

It's Wayne's turn to be surprised. He's a bit speechless. So much so, he takes a page right out of Eddie's book and asks, "are you sure?" which is a question he's never asked after having an apology accepted before, but one Eddie had asked a lot when he first came to live with Wayne, and they were learning to co-exist.

"Yeah. I get it."

He doesn't like that answer. Doesn't like the he contributed to the mind set that gave Steve that answer. "You're allowed to be mad at me for it."

"I think Eddie's mad enough for both of us."

It doesn't feel like closure. It doesn't feel like forgiveness, but Wayne doesn't know what to say. He can't just start sprouting all the bad things he thought about Steve; there's no reason Steve should have to listen to that. But without hearing it, Steve doesn't even know what he's forgiving Wayne for. "I'll be honest with ya, Steve. It feels like you shouldn't."

Steve frowns at him. "Why?"

Why? Why? For all the reasons Eddie yelled at him, and all the things Linda said, and all the agony he's felt these last few days. The guilt and the shame that still eat at him, even as Steve Harrington says he forgives him. "It's too easy."

Those three words have Steve leaning back against the chair. His eyes dance around Wayne's face before taking in the whole of him. Or, what Steve can see of him with from across the table. When Steve meets his eye again, Wayne sees recognition there. "If you can't forgive yourself, I get that. I do. I-I've spent most of my life as one big apology. And I'm not saying that I, like, don't still feel like- what I mean to say, is that, I forgive you. I'm not, like, gonna hold it against you that you were just trying to look out for Eddie, man. Like, two years ago your fears would have been justified, so."

"Don't make it right," Wayne argues, but he doesn't know why.

"No," Steve agrees, "but I'm forgiving you anyway. You think you're the first person to hear the name Steve Harrington and assume you know everything you need to know about me already?"

Steve's words sound like they could be confrontational, but his tone is light. Teasing? Wayne says, "no. Suppose I'm not."

"Every person I love has done that," Steve says, and the ease of which he says that has Wayne feeling some sort of way. Eddie's words echo in his mind 'you made me help him feel that way'. How many other people have made him feel like he's a bad person? "Even- even Eddie. He made a point, during spring break, to, uh, well, he didn't apologize for anything because there was nothing to apologize about, but he made a point to tell me I was very 'metal' and a 'cool dude' so.... I know my name comes with, like, a shadow or a curse or whatever. I think it will for as long as I live in Hawkins, but that's," Steve flaps his hand in the air, as if that fills in for the word he can't find, and it's a move so reminiscent of Eddie. "Anyway, if you aren't actually, like, ready to accept an apology, you shouldn't be making one."

Wayne sits in that for a moment. There's a lot more to Steve Harrington than he'd ever thought. So much he doesn't know, actually, but he thinks he's okay with learning more. This boy told Eddie he was half-way in love with him earlier this week, and while Wayne never heard Eddie say it back, he knew anyway. It's why he was so protective. "You're pretty wise for your age."

Steve grins and shakes his head. "Nah, that last part was all Robin. She says it all the time to me."

"Well, then you best stop apologizing when you ain't ready to accept the forgiveness," Wayne parrots back the words.

Steve throws his head back and laughs.

They finish their coffee with silence and small talk. Steve tells him about how he never thought he'd miss his job at the video store but working at Melvald's is making him long for the days when the biggest complaint was late fees. Apparently, there's so many more things to complain about in retail.

Wayne talks about working at the plant and how the tasks are repetitive and a bit labor intensive, but the graveyard pay is worth it. Steve asks him a few more questions about working at the plant that Wayne's happy to answer and the more Steve asks, the more Wayne becomes aware that Steve might be looking for a change of occupation. He makes a mental note to put in a good word to Floyd, just in case.

Steve leaves with the promise of returning with Eddie, as soon as possible. As he was heading to the door, Wayne asked why he showed up so early.

"Eddie can't stop me if he's not awake," was Steve's answer, a mischievous grin on his face.

Wayne watches from the porch as Steve backs out. Steve shoots him one last little wave with his fingers before heading away.

He goes back inside and washes the dishes. Even dries and puts them away, a feat usually done once a week; he and Eddie have no qualms with using dishes directly from the dish drainer. His only other chore for the day is leaving for work a bit early so he has time to stop at the gas station and fill up the truck.

Grabbing the remote from its spot on the coffee table, Wayne plops onto the couch to spend his day as mindlessly as possible with some TV.

He goes to sleep at his usual time and wakes up at 7:43pm according to his alarm clock; a little over two hours before his shift is to start. It's time for more coffee, he thinks as he dresses for work before heading to the kitchen.

He jerks to a stop when he sees Eddie and Steve sitting on the couch, leaned close and talking softly. He's not about to repeat a past mistake, so he makes his presence known. "Evenin' boys."

Eddie pops up from the couch quick as lightning, taking a few steps towards Wayne before stopping. "I don't like being mad at you."

Wayne nods, "I don't much like you bein' mad at me, either. For what it's worth, I am sorry."

Eddie closes the distance between them, then, and pulls Wayne into a tight hug. Wayne returns it instantly, how can he not? He hears Eddie say, softly, "it's worth an awful lot, you terrible old man."

They part, and Eddie speaks first, "but if you ever pull shit like this again, I won't be so quick to forgive."

"I won't," Wayne says, at the same time Steve says, "he won't."

Both Munsons look at Steve, who grins back at them.

"You think you know my uncle that well already, from one shared cup of coffee?" Eddie asks, sounding amused.

Steve shrugs, "no. I just, uh, plan to stick around, y'know. Kinda hoping there's no dude after me for him to be an angry dad about. I would appreciate it, though, Mr. Munson, if you'd skip the shovel talk bit of all this?"

Eddie sucks in a breath and Wayne's a bit shocked by what Steve's implied. What Steve's admitted, really, out loud in front of another person. Wayne wonders if any boy Eddie's ever liked before would have done that.

"What good's a shove talk when you've already told me you ain't goin' anywhere?" Wayne says, hoping his tone is as light and teasing as he wants it to be.

"Glad we're on the same page," Steve agrees, "but, uhh, do you want me to go? So you can have a real talk?"

"No," says Eddie.

"No," says Wayne, at the same time.

"Oh. Okay. Uh, in that case, you got anything to drink here besides coffee?"

Wayne nods and they all pile into the kitchen to get a beverage before settling in the living room. There will be time to talk later, Wayne realizes. He's going to apologize properly.

Later, though, when he'll really be ready to accept Eddie's forgiveness, because there's no doubt Eddie'll forgive him. So, he's going to sit in the living room and chat with his boys until he has to go to work.

By the time Friday comes around again, he'll be able to tell Linda she was right, everything's going to be okay one day, and maybe ask her on a date he's been putting off asking for since high school.

Done!! I hope the ending is sufficiently cheesy.

I'm so sorry if I missed you! There were a lot of people asking to be tagged haha

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#steddie #my fic #wayne munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne pov #was this resolved on a quicker timeline than makes sense for men in the 80s?#maybe. but i dont care because if i wanted realism i would be asking my dad about the gripes and grudges he holds against his dad #(he was a teenager in the 80s)#but i wanted soft munson family vibes so you are all welcome for that #also please know that eddies not magically over it.#it's been four days of steve pestering him and reminding him that wayne loves him and he loves wayne #sorta edited. if u see a mistake no you didnt #OH NO I FORGOT THE READ MORE IM SO SORRY. added now

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