Picture This: Steve Taking Mike To The 5150 Tour In May 1986 Because No One Else Will Go With Him (Eddie's

Picture this: Steve taking Mike to the 5150 Tour in May 1986 because no one else will go with him (Eddie's still in his slow recovering process and Karen only trusts Steve to bring Mike back in one piece anyway), watching the concert and realizing exactly three things:

1. Eddie stole...everything from Van Halen, his style, his hair, his instrument, his goddamn name, even.

2. Eddie Van Halen's kind of hot.

3. Eddie Munson is kind of hot.

the way that's me when i'm playing lol

the hardest math of all is basic addition </3

+ steve playing dnd is all I want

Can i just say i LOVE how the fandom has just collectively decided to name Steve's dad Richard. Like, sure, there's a handful fics where he's called something else but in like 95 % it's Richard and it just fits so well, it's crazy.

(It's actually gotten to a point where, when I read a different name, I have to take a moment and understand that it's Steve's dad we're talking about)

(also what's gonna happen if he actually shows up in canon and has a different name??? then what??)

I want Eddie to come back just so he can annoy the fuck out of Ted Wheeler

Also so he can kiss Steve duh

hi, i finished a little story! it's on ao3, here's the link:

it's about steve knowing how to play the piano, eddie having a lot of feelings about it and nancy being fine with that <3

here's a little snippet:

They walk over to the door, Eddie behind Nancy, because Nancy is the strong one, no doubt, and Eddie’s heart starts nervously beating faster. He has accepted that that’s just how it’s gonna be from now on. Living in a constant state of being alert. Being a little scared. Always expecting the worst.

The door is slightly ajar and Nancy just pushes it open a little wider.

Wide enough for them to see the scene playing out in front of them.

The room isn’t actually all that dark, with the almost full moon shining through the huge windows and bathing the furniture in soft silver light.

The furniture and…and Steve.

Because Steve-

Look, of course Eddie knew they had a piano. He practically almost lives here with the amount of nights he stays over, he’s seen it countless times.

Eddie just didn’t know Steve could play.

It never even occurred to him, the idea of Steve I Live For Athletics Harrington actually sitting down and taking his time to learn how to play an instrument.

But now, it just…

He’s sitting there, playing the piano. And it’s the most beautiful thing Eddie’s ever seen. Because Steve’s completely lost in it. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t notice them, his upper body gently swaying back and forth with the flow of the music. His fingers move fast and sure, not a single trace of doubt or even flaw, the way he plays is…it’s perfection.