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eddiemunsonisveryhot · 2 years

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Metallica, are you fucking kidding me ?! (Part 2 )

Summary: your uncle , Kirk Hammett was apart of the band Metallica. The exact same band your boyfriend Eddie was obsessed with. Sol you had him meet the whole band

Warnings : none just fluff and a very exited Eddie

this is part 2 I hope you enjoy it as much as the first part . Re-blogs and feedback is appreciated . Thank you for the support <3

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“Are you ready to play master of puppets ?” Eddie nodded and grabbed his guitar pick , making his hands more comfortable . When you took out your camera to record their little performance Gareth and Jeff are gonna totally freak out when they see this !

They all started playing master of puppets and Eddie absolutely crushed it . He played every single cord perfectly . You couldn’t help but admire him as he concentrated on his guitar . Once they finished playing you stoped recording and placed the video camera back into your bag, exited to see everyone’s reactions when they see it .

Eddie looked up at everyone and smiled in disbelief “that was so fucking awesome!” James chucked at Eddie’s comment and put down his guitar “ hey you know we have 3 extra tickets for our next show , it’s all access . You can have it if you want for you and some friends” James offered but Eddie just stood there not believing that this was actually happening . After a split second he looked back up at James and started nodding “ James your actually the best !” he smiled . “Is that a yes ?”

“YES!” Eddie shouted immediately and James passed him the tickets “Thank you so much James I appreciate it a lot” He then turns to look at you a massive grin on his face “we could take Gareth with us !” His face was so exited that he looked like a toddler who was just given a puppy . It was so sweet , you didn’t think you could fall in love more with this man but this cute little moment definitely made you fall even more head over heels for him . After a lovely time with the band Metallica ; talking about how you and Eddie met and some funny stories of what happened when they went on tour .You and Eddie had to leave , it was incredibly fun though . Your boyfriend got to see one of his favourite bands and he got to meet your uncle at the same time , you was definitely bringing Eddie back next time you came to visit .

You both said goodbye to everyone and you gave your uncle a hug before you both left and once you got into the van Eddie gave you a big hug “that was the best day ever ! Thank you so much baby” he gently kissed your forehead witch made your cheeks rosy red kind of colour .

“ I love you so much Eddie”

“I love you too darling”

A while after you finally made your way back to Gareth’s house you saw that there garage door was open and loud music was playing “oh shit” Eddie sighed “ I forgot we was practicing today” once he pulled up he was immediately yelled at by Jeff “Dude what the hell you was supposed to be 2 hours ago !”

“I’m sorry” he held up his hands in defence “but I’m sure what I was doing was much more important” Eddie grins taking out his guitar and your video camera . “Something more important than practise ? We have a gig on Tuesday and I feel like your not taking this seriously anymore Eddie ” Gareth stated clearly annoyed. Eddie sighed “ I’m really sorry Gareth but I have been really busy .And you know how we said it was cool that Y/n has the same last name as Kirk Hammett… well she told a few days ago that Kirk was her uncle-“. “Dude ! Are you kidding me that’s so fucking cool !” Gareth interrupted. “Yeah I was as shocked as you are and then the next day she said that she told Kirk about me and he said that he wanted to meet me soIfinallygottomeetmetallicaandweplayedmusicandevensignedmyguitarandthenhegavemeaallacsesspasstohisnextshowanditwassocool!” Eddie said all in one breath getting excited again just thinking about it

“Okay Eddie calm down take a breath” Jeff laughed . Eddie took a breath and looked back at Jeff and Gareth repeating what he said but calmer this time “ …so I finally got to meet Metallica and we played music together and they even signed my guitar and it was so cool !”

You heard Eddie talking to his friends about the day and you giggled . You have known Eddie for what seemed like forever , it was extremely cheesy but you didn’t know you could love someone so much . You walked up to the boys and saw them absolutely freaking out of the video you took of Eddie playing with the group .

“Y/n your Kirk’s niece?! Your so lucky !”jeff said looking at you for a split second and then back at the video . “Yep he’s my uncle”

The next few days flew by . You and Eddie spent most of your time in bed watching movies and tv programs. He even met your parents but that’s another story for another time.

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I hope you enjoyed this . I’m sorry it took so long to come out but I tried by best . Any feedback or re blogs are appreciated !

If you have any requests for some fics please message me and I will keep you updated and tag you in the post . Thank you <3

I have a new fic that I am currently writing , I’m not sure when it will be finished but it will hopefully 🤞be done soon , in the meen time I will be writing some small fics , some head-cannons and hopefully some asks .

Thank you all so much for the support. I love you all so much <3

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riality-check · 8 months

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The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.

"You're not going."

"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"

"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."

"Steve-"

"And if you throw up in my car-"

"Oh my God-"

"I'll kill you."

Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.

"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.

He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.

"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.

"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.

"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.

He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.

(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)

"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.

"You baited me into it."

"I did no such thing."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"

Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."

"Sorry dude."

"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."

Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.

"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"

"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."

"All I'm saying-"

"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."

Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.

"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.

"Five more minutes," Anna tries.

"Nope. Clean up and roll out."

"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.

"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"

Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"

"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.

"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."

Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.

Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.

Success by all metrics, really.

Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.

They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.

He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.

The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.

At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:

Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.

-Eddie

Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-

Hang on.

He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-

No way. No way in hell.

It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-

"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.

Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.

Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.

"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."

Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.

"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."

Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.

"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"

Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.

"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."

At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.

Because what the fuck is happening right now?

His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.

Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.

Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.

When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.

"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.

"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.

The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.

And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.

Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.

Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.

Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.

He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.

Sweet Jesus.

"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"

The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.

Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.

Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"

"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"

"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.

"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."

"How do you even-"

"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"

Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."

"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."

"Well, I have it now."

"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.

"He left me his number on the seat."

"Text him."

"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."

Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."

"Have you looked at him?"

"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."

"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."

"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.

"Text-"

Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"

"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.

"I bought them."

She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."

Steve stares. She stares right back.

He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.

With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:

I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.

Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?

Part 3!!

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