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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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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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One Hot Ticket

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,898

Summary: You win Metallica tickets on the radio and Eddie is the only person you want to take to the concert.

Author’s Note: Was this what I had planned for this weekend? Nope. Do I have a bookshop AU Eddie half done. Yep. Do I have two Bucky ideas ready to go. Yep. Did this thought invade my mind and take over. Yep. I just can’t get enough of kissing Eddie. I need to until forever. Thanks for sticking with me through all these little adventures and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you love🥰

Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fluff :)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @infinite-orangepeel thanks so much lovely 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“Hey Steve.”

“Hi babe, what’s up?”

“Not much. How’s work?” you ask.

“Ok. You know…work,” he shrugs.

“Yep. Is Eddie around?”

“Yea, he’s in the back,” Steve answers, motioning behind him.

“Thanks. I have something for him.”

You can feel Steve watching you as you move around the counter and head toward the back room. You knock lightly and wait to hear Eddie’s voice before you push open the door.

“Hey!” he says, brightening as soon as he sees you.

“Hi Eddie,” you smile.

“Did you come to see me?” he asks, pointing his finger at his chest.

“I did,” you tell him, walking closer with your hands behind your back. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” he questions, his surprise evident.

You nod with a smirk.

He studies you, his eyes dropping to your hidden hands.

“Do you have a Gremlin behind there or something?” he jokes.

“Not quite. Better.”

“Really? What could be better than a Gremlin?” he asks wryly.

“Oh I don’t know….” You sing as you move closer to him.

He’s seated on one of the chairs, his legs spread wide and his D n D book in his hand.

You stop when you’re between his legs and lean down close to his face, pulling the book from his fingers and placing it on the table. The atmosphere instantly changes, the small space between you now charged with tension.

You can hear his breath hitch as his eyes drift to your lips. You fight to keep your own eyes on his, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and kiss him. His head tilts to the side and his hand reaches out to touch you, the light brush of his fingers making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Without another word you whip your hands from behind your back and slide two tickets in front of his face.

His head jerks back and he stares at you before he looks at the tickets.

“No,” he whispers. “No FUCKING WAY!”

His voice gets louder the longer he looks at them and with shaky hands he takes them from your fingers and looks from the tickets to you several times before he let’s out a scream of happiness.

He starts dancing around the room, jumping up and down and shaking his head all around. His hair is wild and curly and his eyes are wide and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

Steve rushes into the back room, his head on a swivel as he looks between the two of you. Eddie rushes at him and grabs Steve’s shoulders, shaking him violently and screaming about Metallica.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve asks when he turns to you.

“I won Metallica tickets on the radio,” you say excitedly. “So Eddie and I are going this weekend.”

Eddie starts yelling again and fist pumping the air. He twirls his way back over to you and grabs you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning around.

“Eddie,” you mumble into his hair.

He loosens his hold on you and you slowly slide down his body, feeling every inch of him.

When he finally sets you back on your feet his eyes roam over your face, his cheeks slightly pink. You flatten your palms on his chest and pull on one of his curls.

He swallows hard, licking his dry lips and asking in a breathless whisper, “are you really taking me to see Metallica?”

“Of course,” you answer. “Who else would I want to take?”

Before Eddie can answer, Steve chimes in and pulls you both from the moment.

“Oh, I dunno…ME MAYBE! Remember me? Your best bud Steve?”

Both you and Eddie make a scrunched-up face of confusion.

“You don’t listen to Metallica,” you tell Steve.

“Yea,” Eddie adds. “It’ll be too loud for your tender ears.”

“My tender…I don’t…I like…I listen to plenty of music!” Steve stammers.

Eddie grabs you again and crushes you to his chest.

“This is the BEST!” he says, not loosening his grip until you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Are you excited for tonight?” Robin asks Eddie.

Eddie is leaning over the counter, his fingers tapping across the top and his leg bouncing.

“I cannot fucking wait,” he answers, singing lyrics to himself. “I still can’t believe she’s taking me.”

“I know. She called as soon as she won the tickets and sounded so excited to tell you,” Robin says with a smile. “Then we were talking about what songs they might play and what she’s gonna wear but I’m not any help with that part so…”

Eddie slowly turns his head toward Robin, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Why would it matter what she wears?” he asks as he straightens up.

“Because it’s a date,” Steve chimes as he walks by with a stack of video tapes.

Eddie’s head whips around so fast his face disappears behind a mass of curls before his terrified expression is revealed.

“A date…” he mumbles. “But…but…”

“What’s the problem Munson?” Steve asks with a mischievous grin.

“She never said it was a date!” Eddie squeaks. “Why is it a date? It can’t be a date!”

Robin shoots Steve a death glare and then carefully approaches Eddie, resting a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. Just go and have fun,” she tells Eddie.

“But what if I fuck this up?” Eddie asks, his eyes huge. “I mean…she’s perfect and I’m lucky she’s even my friend and if I do something stupid and then she hates me and then we can’t even be friends…”

He drops his head and digs his palms into his eyes, muttering to himself.

“Munson,” Steve says softly. “Come on, isn’t it obvious she likes you too? And why would you do anything stupid?”

“NO it’s not!” Eddie cries then shakes his head and throws his hands up.

“You’re a major butthead,” Robin whisper shouts to Steve before she elbows him. “FIX THIS BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR THE CONCERT!”

Eddie arrives at your house early and waits outside in the van, his music blaring. The porch light catches his eye and he turns to see you open the door.

You step outside and give him a wave.

“Jesus H Christ,” he whispers, staring as you approach.

With another curse he wills himself to move and hops out of the driver’s door to rush around the front of the van and greet you.

His eyes sweep down your body before he catches your knowing smile.

“Hey,” he says and it comes out breathless. “You…uh…you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you giggle, reaching for the door.

Eddie quickly recovers and grabs the handle to open it for you.

“I love the bandana,” you tell him once you’re buckled in and he’s pulling out of the driveway. “The whole look works.”

He looks down at himself then back up at you with blinking eyes.

“Yea, you know…this is my usual stuff. I always look like I’m going to a rock concert.”

He turns his face back to the road and winces at his awkwardness.

“I know,” you tell him. “I really like it.”

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly and he lets out an exhale.

By the time you arrive at the venue his palms are sweaty and slipping from the steering wheel and his heart is hammering against his rib cage.

“Are you ok?” you ask him as he helps you out of the van.

“Yea,” he says with a vigorous shake of his head. “I’m great. Never better actually. I can’t fucking believe we’re about to see Metallica live!”

You squeal in excitement and grab his hand. “COME ON!”

As you weave through the crowd and head toward the stage you hold tightly to Eddie’s hand, his rings digging into your skin.

“Is this close enough?” you ask him when you stop on a less crowded spot on the grass.

“Holy shit,” he says, taking it all in.

“I know!” you say in agreement, giving his hand a squeeze.

You talk and wait as the start of the concert approaches and the area around you fills with more and more people. The crowd presses in and you step closer to Eddie, your side pushed up against his. A big and tall guy with a kind smile accidentally bumps into you, apologizing freely.

“Aw man, sorry babe,” the man says gruffly. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him with a smile.

“Better watch your girl man, it can get crazy out here,” the man warns Eddie kindly before he saunters off.

You turn your face to Eddie and he grins at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you protectively into his side. You curl an arm around his waist and sneak the other between his leather jacket, resting your palm on his soft stomach.

When the lights on the stage go out and you hear the first chord of the guitar you and Eddie start screaming with the rest of the crowd.

Every song in the first set is amazing and your voice is hoarse from singing and screaming and your feet hurt from dancing around. Eddie never lets go of you the entire time and he always keeps you protected with his body.

When the first set is over Metallica leaves the stage for a short intermission and you and Eddie grab some beer and take a breather.

As you’re heading back to your spot you can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you look over to see him staring.

“What?” you ask.

His gaze settles on your face and he slides his hands around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice gravelly. “This has already been the best night of my life and it’s not even over yet.”

Without thinking he presses a quick kiss to your lips. He goes still and pulls away. He holds his hands up, his face pinched with worry as he starts to apologize.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he says. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. Shit, shit, shit. I knew I was gonna fuck this up and now you’re gonna…” he tries to keep rambling on, but you grab the sides of his leather jacket and drag his mouth back down to yours.

At first he’s too surprised to react but the moment you whisper his name against his lips, your tone pleading, he snakes his hands along your curves and slides one up your back, grabbing the back of your neck.

His other hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing along your jaw before he cradles your cheek and deepens the kiss. You cling to him, sighing into the kiss when his tongue parts your lips. Your fingers climb and delve into his hair, the strands like silk along your skin.

The stage lights brighten around you and you barely notice, your body pressed so close to his you can feel his heart beat against his chest.

When you break apart to breathe he can’t take his mouth off you, trailing kisses down your throat before he finds your lips again. His hands tremble slightly as they explore any part of your skin he can find.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips.

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