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Final Part of Bad News First, Eddie.

[Steve - Part 1] [Wayne - Part 2] [Eddie - Part 3.1] [Ao3]

Whew! I don’t think I’ve written this much in such a short amount of time ever in my life. The boys deserve a soft ending, I think. Enjoy!

It goes like this. While Eddie’s been lost in his own mind, his body living. Sort of.

Top secret government assisted living, kinda living. For a secret government hospital one would think the place would be fancier or something but it’s just a regular looking hospital.

Eddie’s in therapy, both for his body and mind.

He learns that the voice he heard when Eleven helped pull him from the depths of his mind was Mike Wheeler of all people, and he sounds different because he’s nineteen and in college. Mike mocks him on graduating before Eddie. He regrets it when Eddie gets him into a headlock.

He gets to meet Eleven, outside of his mind. And he starts calling her El. Part of him can’t stop thinking about Eleven as the entity he thought was going to lead him to the great beyond.

She is just a person. Sorta.

Dustin had told him there was a girl with superpowers and Eddie is glad she’s real. Not that he thought Dustin would lie about this (actually, he might have thought Dustin was lying just to give him some weird version of a pep talk. Everything said before going through Watergate was suspect if he’s honest).

When he’s finally well enough to be able to leave, Doctor Owens tells him their plan.

They’re gonna convince Wayne to fly to Tennessee. Eddie, El, and Mike Wheeler are gonna be flown there, too. There’s a place for them to stay, to meet up with his uncle in private.

They’ll stay there a month. Doctor Owens knows a doctor who can do Eddie’s final evaluations before he can really go home.

That’s the real kicker.

Hawkins fucking sucks. Small town, narrow views, non-conformity gets you called a Freak in the same way his Dad used to call him a fag. Like he said, fucking sucks.

But it’s also the sanctuary he escaped to when he was eleven years old. It’s the place where his uncle built a home for him.

So, back to Hawkins first. He can always go somewhere else later. Maybe a coastal city. See the ocean.

Eddie hasn’t been afraid of a reaction from his uncle since that day in the hospital parking lot after he caught Eddie making out with another guy. He’s got that same fear inside now, though, knowing that when El opens that door, he’ll see the family he feels like he abandoned. It’s not fair to himself to think that, his therapist would say, but he’s allowed to have crazy thoughts right now. He’s come back from being (not)dead and gets to see Wayne again for the first time. Knowing his feelings are justified doesn’t make them fade, though, so he’s not surprised his voice shakes when the door finally opens. “Hey Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne takes less than two seconds to reach Eddie, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. “I love you so much, you little bastard. Don’t you ever, ever do this to me again.”

It’s all Eddie can do to remain upright and hug him back, clinging to his shirt like he’s eleven years old again.

Wayne gives him an overview of what he’s missed after the Upside Down came into their world (he heard that part from El and Mike, against the better wishes of Doctor Owens). Learns that Wayne and Steve live in Steve’s childhood home because his parents just gifted it to him, apparently. That Wayne is only part time at the plant now due to an accident he had, and how that sparked his current living conditions.

Learns that Steve and Wayne became close because, unbelievably, Steve Harrington goes to his grave in the cemetery and cleans off graffiti on the regular.

Eddie feels a little hot under the collar because his brain reminds him of a fact he’d heard once; that the author of Frankenstein lost her virginity on her mother’s grave and a little voice in the back of his head whispers that it’d be hot for him to do the same thing with Steve on his own grave.

He has to scamper to the bathroom to scold himself in the mirror because he cannot be having these kinds of thoughts about Steve while talking to his uncle!

Wayne asks him, the night before their flight, “what’s something you want to do, once everything is settled and life starts to feel normal again?”

“I wanna go on a vacation. Like, a real, bona fide, family vacation.”

“Where you wanna go?”

“Think I’d like to see the ocean.”

Wayne smiles softly. “Alright. When you feel ready for it, we’ll go.”

“Just give him a chance, Eddie,” Wayne says randomly, as they wait to board their flight to Indianapolis.

“Give him a chance? As if I’d waste it,” Eddie feels breathless at just the thought. It’s certainly not helping that stupid crush he’s been harboring for years, knowing how Steve’s been treating his uncle. It was one thing to watch Steve defend Jeff that one time in high school; it’s an entirely different ball game knowing he’s watched over his uncle with care and devotion for years. “He took care of you when I couldn’t. He cares. I don’t think there’s a chance I wouldn’t give him.”

“How long have you had a thing for Steve?”

Eddie’s brain screeches to a halt because he was didn’t think anything he’d just said would give him away. He can’t even think of a reply good enough to throw his uncle off his trail. “That’s not- why would you think- when have I ever!?”

“You think I wouldn’t know this about you?” Wayne chuckles.

No. No, Eddie thinks, of course you could take one look at me and know. His uncle had been able to know everything about him so effortlessly. But Eddie doesn’t have to answer, so he won’t. “So, we’ll be living with Steve Harrington? Will he… be okay with me being there?”

“Yeah. Steve and I had each other when we needed it. Now I need you, so Steve won’t mind at all,“ Wayne sounds so sure, so convinced, that Eddie is too.

Eddie smiles, pulling a strand of his hair to hide his face behind as he imagines getting to eat at the same dinner table as Steve fucking Harrington. He doesn’t even mind that Wayne gives him a look at says ‘you are being so obvious right now’ because he is. He knows he is. He’s allowed to be. Wayne’s not going to mock him for his crush.

On the drive from Indianapolis to Hawkins, Wayne tells him the lie he told Steve. Apparently, Steve thinks Eddie’s dad is coming to stay for a while. The mere thought of that sets Eddie on edge, even though he knows Wyatt Munson’s still in prison. Will be for a long time, with the list of shit they got him for.

They roll into Hawkins shortly after, and while Eddie may have not been in Hawkins the last five years, and he’s willing to admit that things might have changed things up since they did have to rebuild a lot of the town, he’s certain that Steve’s house is on the other side of it. “This isn’t the way to the Harrington house.”

“Steve won’t be there. He comes here when he’s overwhelmed,“ Wayne says. It’s still pretty jarring to hear Wayne talk about Steve like this. Like he knows him. Which, he does, obviously, because they’ve gotten to know each other.

Still mind blowing to think about.

“The cemetery?” is what comes out of his mouth, though.

Wayne knows what’s he’s really meaning to ask, though, because he shrugs and says, “we both come talk to you. Steve always starts with the bad news, you know. I think you should start with good news. Just this once.” The car is slowing down, and Wayne is pointing out the front windshield, to a figure crouched down near a lone headstone. “Ah. See, there he is.”

Steve. He’s too far away for Eddie to be sure sure but if anyone is still wearing bright polo shirts tucked into light wash jeans this far after leaving high school, it’d be Steve Harrington. Eddie’s not even sure the car is fully stopped when he all but falls out of it.

He doesn’t run to greet Steve, because that’s a bit dramatic, but he’s not too proud to admit he might be power walking. He slows down when he gets closer, coming to a full stop just close enough to hear Steve talking to his grave. Talking to him.

"Bad news, Eds. I’m too much of a coward to meet your old man. Afraid of what he’ll sound like. Because I want him to sound like you so fucking bad it hurts. So instead of being home, I’m hiding here.”

“Well, I’ve some bad news for you, too, Stevie. I got my voice from my mom,” Eddie says, and almost instantly cringes because Wayne literally just told him to start with good news and he didn’t. Eddie doesn’t have much time to soak in his embarrassment, though, because Steve whips around so fast that Eddie’s dizzy from the movement.

Steve looks older but it’s in the way people who have seen more than their fair share of Hell look older, and less about actual aging. His eyes are wide and stunned. Eddie watches as his jaw moves but no words come out. He looks like he’s seen a ghost which… ok, that’s fair.

“Umm,” Eddie says, a little worried he’s broken him when Steve doesn’t even seem to be blinking as he stares at Eddie. “Good news, Steve. I, uh, I lived. Kinda. El kinda pulled me back to the surface of my mind, or whatever, and Owens did a good job at patchin’ up the goods here,” he gestures to his whole body with a sweeping motion of his hand and wishes that a gate to the Upside Down would open beneath his feet and suck him back to Hell because could he be any more embarrassing?

“A-are you,” he watches as Steve swallows and takes a deep breath. He’s still not sure Steve has blinked yet. “real?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, taking a few steps closer, “yeah, I’m real. I’m here and alive and real.”

Steve launches himself forward then, meeting him halfway. It’s so goddamn surreal be witness to how tenderly Steve actually reaches out to him, though, such a contrast to the flurry of movement he’d been just a second ago. Eddie stays still as Steve lifts shaking hands to cup his face with, pushing against his cheeks as if to test whether or not Eddie is solid. Those hands slide down, along his neck, across his shoulders, down his arms where Steve seems to need to pause and collect himself again, hands wrapped loosely around his arms just below his elbows while Steve shuts his eyes and a low, broken sound pulls itself from his throat before his eyes open again, wet with tears, and he releases Eddie just long enough to throw his arms around his neck and pull him into a hug almost as crushing as the one he shared with his uncle.

It’s overwhelming in this moment. To see how much he means to Steve and not fully understand how he came to mean anything to him at all.

Doesn’t stop him from wrapping his own arms around Steve’s waist, though.

It goes like this.

He gets his own room at Harrington’s house. Wayne has his own room, too. How strange it is, to not have his uncle sleeping the day away on the couch because the trailer had one room and he’d given it to Eddie.

They adjust to living together so seamlessly. Like they were always meant to be family.

They have dinner together. Real homecooked meals. Which isn’t a novelty for Wayne and Steve anymore, but Eddie’s memory ends five years ago, when his dinners consisted of microwavable meals or left over snacks from lunch. Wayne cooks on the days when Steve works, and Eddie helps. Gets to be taught how to cook.

For a while, Eddie is afraid to leave the house. Even knowing that Jason Carver bit the dust the same day he was supposed to also doesn’t help. He only goes places with Wayne and Steve, and even then, the double takes people send his way are enough to make him want to shrink into himself.

However, no one says anything to him. He’s vaguely aware that everyone here lived through some sort of miniature apocalypse and maybe that’s the kind of thing that has to happen to make a small town in Indiana change.

He and Steve dance around each other. He can feel it. There is something here, between them, that neither fully acknowledges.

He tries to talk to Wayne about it, but he won’t give him much to go on.

“I won’t be the one to say anything about what Steve thinks of you. That’s gotta come from Steve. I will say this. He’s waiting for you to bring it up first.”

“Why does it have to be me?”

“He’s had five years to gather his thoughts and emotions,” Wayne levels him with a Look, “you gotta have the time to figure yourself out, too.”

Well, fuck.

Steve waits until it’s almost summer break for the kids (they’re not really kids anymore, though, but Eddie’s adjusting to that still) to ask if he’s ready to face them. “It’ll be a lot to handle,” Steve says as he sits next to Eddie on their couch (their couch. He can’t believe that’s a truth in his life right now). “Eleven and Mike haven’t told anyone yet, but they want to. It wasn’t just Wayne and I that grieved for you.”

“I know,” Eddie says, “I know. I’m good. I’m alive and here and I want them to know about it.”

Steve nods slowly, not fully focused on Eddie. Eddie’s come to know that means he’s thinking, so Eddie waits for him to speak. “Would you prefer to meet with everyone… one at a time?”

“What’s the other option?”

“Well, I always host a barbeque when they all come back. Could tell everyone all at once. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”

Eddie crooks a smile because he’s a bit mischievous and his mind instantly plays a scene where he walks into a backyard full of all the people he’s come to care for, and who care for him, and he’s trying to best to be casual about it in this fantasy. “Yeah. Let’s do the barbeque thing.”

“Bad news, Stevie,” Eddie whispers as he leans against the wall next his closed door, trying not to hyperventilate. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Steve reaches out and takes one of Eddie’s hands in his own, linking their fingers like it’s a casual thing they do all the time when it’s most certainly not. “Good news, Eds. You don’t have to. We didn’t tell anyone you’re here. You can stay in your room until they’re gone, and we’ll figure out another way to tell them.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and thinks he might be crushing all the bones in Steve’s hand with how hard he’s clenching it. “What if they’re mad at me?”

Steve understands the real question Eddie is asking, the one he doesn’t know how to phrase. “You were dead, Eds, and no one out in that yard is going to be 'mad’ about any time they’d spent grieving over you. There’s gonna be a lot of tears, man, like a lot. Maybe even some shouting. None of it done in anger.”

“How’re you sure?”

Steve lifts his unoccupied hand and cups Eddie’s check. Steve’s eyes are watery and his voice is a bit choked, but he says, “because I was there. I saw them through their grief. Everyone in the backyard either loves you already, or they will.”

It’s so fucking intimate, how close they are, how tenderly Steve touches him. Wayne had said he’d need to take the first step, so he blames Wayne when he blurts out, “what about everyone in this room? They love me, too?”

Steve’s eyes go wide in surprise before his whole face lights up in a way Eddie has never seen before. It makes Steve look younger, less haunted, and then Steve whispers, “of course I love you,” like there is no other answer Steve could have given.

Eddie grabs a handful as Steve’s polo shirt and pulls him close enough to kiss.

Butterflies and fireworks erupt within Eddie. Kissing Steve is so much better than he’s ever let himself imagine. They’re still holding hands and Steve’s still got his other hand resting so softly on his cheek and Steve’s lips are kinda chapped but fuck does the briefest touch of their lips together make Eddie lose all his breath.

It’s not deep, or all consuming. There’s not even an exchange of tongue. Steve kisses him softly, gently, pulls back to pepper little kisses all over Eddie’s face that has him blushing more than he’s ever done in his life, and Steve places one, two, three more kisses to his lips before pulling back to look at Eddie like he’s the answer to every prayer Steve’s ever had. It makes his knees weak.

“I think,” Eddie pauses to lick his lips, “I think I’ll be brave enough to do it if you’re holding my hand.”

“Just try and pry yourself away, Munson,” Steve teases. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Steve was right about the tears and shouting. He was also right that no one is mad at him.

Dustin hugs him so hard they fall over in the yard and Eddie finds himself part of a dog pile that starts with crying that turns into laughter that leads back into crying, everyone grabbing at him and him grabbing back.

It’s emotional. It’s overwhelming. It’s the best fucking day of Eddie Munson’s life.

Doctor Owens reaches out towards the end of summer to let him know they’re issuing him a new social security card. Eddie asks if he’s allowed to change him name. Owens says yes.

“Bad news first, Eddie,” Eddie says to himself as he kneels in front of his own headstone. “You’ve become so boring and normal, no one vandalizes your grave anymore. Good news, though. Means I can do it myself.”

Before him is his headstone, a thick red line painted through his death date. Another more carefully applied line is struck through his middle name. Above it he’s painted in block letters 'Wayne’.

“Eddie, come on! This road trip’s gonna start without you,” Steve calls from where he’s leaning against the side of Wayne’s pickup.

Eddie is satisfied with his work, so he abandons the paint and returns to the pickup. He slides across the bench seat, one leg pretzeled under himself to be out of the way of the gear shift. Steve follows in after, shutting the door and reaching for Eddie’s hand automatically.

He’s got Wayne to his left, Steve to his right, and the first family vacation he’s ever taken in his life ahead of him.

Good news, Eddie Wayne Munson. Maybe everyday going forward can be the best fucking day of your life.

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