#punk steve harrington

[littleststarfighter]

Saw people drawing Punk steve and just had to jump on in there 🔥

[nerdnameddinkey]

apparently I'm a comic artist now :0

[liightsnow]

I see your punk Steve, and I raise you.. secret metal head Steve who doesn't really hide it but just constantly forgets to let people know his music taste

[tennant-the-tigger]

Punk Steve vs Eddie

Did I ever post my version of punk Steve on Tumblr? Eh well, here you go, you're welcome. Tat explanation below

Went with a lighter-looking punk? Soft Punk? Steve is a watercolor tattoo kinda guy.

Roses symbolise him being a lover boy.

Pink/blue octopus for being the protective mother of 7, looking after them and himself

Demogorgon tat cos it looks cool in this AU.

My Stranger Things Art | Steddie Fanart

[lostinadmiration]

[melonalemonade]

thinking about punk!steve again….

uncropped

[obligatedart]

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So, Punk!Steve seems to be going around

[Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with a baseball bat, oh yeah. Oh yeah, ye-eah]

[italiansteebie]

The first time Steve is exposed to subculture, it changes his life. The sneer his mother gives ins't surprising, but Steve can't help but be entranced by the glinting silver on this random man's body.

They're everywhere, in his nose, lips, and when he flicks his tongue out, Steve even catches sight of the shining jewelry in his tongue. And maybe Steve was already 13, practically grown up at this point, but he sees this man and thinks, that's who he wants to be when he grows up.

Unfortunately, that is not how things go.

His mother sees him studying the style of the delinquent in front of them and smacks his lightly on the head. "You have a reputation to uphold, Steven," She mutters through gritted teeth. So Steve hangs his head, and his dreams of looking like the colored haired boy he saw in the grocery store.

So years later, he's still adorned in polo shirts and light washed jeans. He's snuck in some goofy hair, but it's no where near what he'd want it to be ideally.

And here's the thing, he knew his family's reputation was important, but now that he's been denied from every college he applied to, including tech, and he's been lowered to serving ice cream in a sailor uniform, he wonders just how important the reputation was.

--

He can't help but wonder if he's going to die like this.

Covered in vomit and blood, in a sailor outfit on a dirty bathroom floor curled up to a lesbian, who he thinks maybe his soulmate. Platonically, of course.

"I've always wanted, like- colored hair. 'Nd piercings 'nd stuff. Y'know." Steve said, letting his head fall against Robin's shoulder. "Why haven't you?" Robin asked, resting her head on his. Steve shrugged, "Reputation, I guess. I think my parents would commit homicide."

Robin snorted, "If only they could see you now," she giggles. Steve shifts to retaliate, but can only laugh along with her. Steve nods, laughing harder when an angry looking Dustin and Erica barge into the bathroom.

--

They make it out alive.

Somehow. But they do.

And that's how they ended up here.

"Rob, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course it is! Look, Eddie is probably the only punk adjacent guy for miles, and he probably knows about all those records you think you hide in your closet."

"You've seen those?"

Robin shrugs, "When there's a box labeled 'do not open' in King Steve's closet, you take a look. It doesn't matter! I'm sure he knows who Iron Maiden is!"

The door swings open, "Of course I do."

Eddie Munson stands in front of them in all his glory.

"Told ya." Robin says, a light sneer on her face. Steve shoves her over, before looking back at Eddie, about to speak before he cuts him off. "I know Iron Maiden, what I don't know, is why King Steve is on my front porch with Robin from band. And why he's asking about Iron Maiden of all things." Eddie looks a bit like he want's to turn them away, but he steps back and opens the door wider, motioning for them to come in.

Once they're all milling about Eddie's tiny living room, Steve starts. "I know you've got this whole," Steve gestures at Eddie, "Metal head look going on and, well. I need some advice. Guidance, if you will." Robin nods along with him. "Yeah, a lot of guidance. He want's to get his nose pierced, but he only has polos."

Steve scoffs at this. "I have band shirts, Buckley. I'm just not allowed to wear them. But no more! I'm fully embracing this side of me."

Eddie watches, slightly amused, "So what do you need my help for?" He asks, eyebrow arching. "I need you to pierce my nose. Or at least tall me where to go," Steve rambles, shifting from foot to foot.

He watches as the metal head mulls this over. Eddie sighs, and shakes his head, Steve's shoulders dropping. "C'mon, Rob. He's not gonna do it, let's just go." He says quietly. "Woah, hey! I never said I wouldn't do it. I just don't uh- Why me?"

"You're the only person I thought could be helpful." Steve admits, watching as a smirk spreads across Eddie's face. "Alright then, big boy. Step into my office."

Steve follows Eddie into the bathroom, Robin hot on his heels, watching in some combination of awe and fear as Eddie pulls out. needle from the medicine cabinet. "Oh shit," Steve breathes. Eddie raises an eyebrow, but moves on. "Stay here while I get the jewelry."

"You okay, Steve? Oh my god, you're shaking." Robin frets, "Do you wanna back out? We don't have to do this." She says, grabbing Steve's hand. Steve swallows thickly, "I- I want to. I just. The needle is really freaking me out. I keep seeing that fucking syringe." Robin nods, rubbing Steve's shoulder, laying her head on his shoulder.

Eddie comes bounding back into the bathroom, "Hey- woah. Am I interrupting? No PDA in the trailer, please." He laughs. Steve and Robin jump away from each other, "Oh ew. He is so not my type," Robin groans.

"Whatever, let's do this Stevie. We're doing your septum, right?"

Steve tilts his head, and Eddie sighs "The one right here," Eddie places his hands on his own septum. "Oh, yeah. That one." Eddie nods, getting to work.

Eddie lies the needle up with Steve's nose, "Okay, breath in," Steve follows, "And breath out," Eddie instructs, and slides the needle through. In a fluid motion, Eddie slides the jewelry in, screwing on the ball and checking his work.

"Alright, we're all done, Steve-o." Eddie says, patting his cheek, before looking up at the boy. He looked a bit pale. "Steve?" He asked, before Steve promptly passed out, flopping to the floor in a boneless heap. "Oh, shit. Steve!" Robin cries, bending down. Eddie freezes for a second, "Oh shit. Okay. He probably just fainted, it happens sometimes. Lemme get him some water." He practically leaps through the trailer to grab some water.

He's back in the bathroom right as Steve comes to, "Scoops! I work for scoops, please!" He's shouting, there's tearing streaming down his face and Robin is there next to him, holding him close. "Shh, Steve. We're in the trailer, remember? Eddie's trailer? He pierced your nose." Robin soothes.

Eddie moves in closer, "yeah, I uh. I got you some water," he says, handing him the water. Steve grabs it with a shakey hand, "Thanks, Munson." He breathes, tears slowing. "Uh. Sorry. I had a long month. Y'know," Steve shrugs, and it leaves Eddie reeling. Was he just going to pretend this didn't just happen? The guy was still sitting on his bathroom floor. "Steve, seriously? Look, just sit here, I'm gonna go call someone to pick us up." Robin sighs, before making her way out of the small space.

"Are you okay," Eddie asks, sincerely, "No." Steve answers, voice cracking as he does so. "I was in that mall fire last month, and the hospital trip involved a lot of needles. I guess I didn't realize they still kind of freak me out." Eddie nodded in understanding. "I get that. I couldn't look at a blue chevy for the longest time cause it reminded me of my dad."

Steve sighed, "Thanks for doing this, Eddie. Hey, uh. How much do I owe you?" Eddie waved his hand, "It's all good, Harrington." He dismissed. Steve shook his head, "No way man, I gotta pay you back somehow." He insisted.

Eddie mulled it over, "take me to dinner?" He asked, before realizing what the fuck he just said, "I mean- fuck. Not- I didn't" He scrambled to his feet. Steve grabbed his hand, "Eddie, wait. It's fine."

"Fine? I asked you on a date. If you hadn't just passed out in my bathroom, I'm positive you would've decked me by now!" Eddie squealed. Steve shook his head, "I- I like both, Eddie. Y'know, boys and girls. And honestly. I'd love to go on a date with you," Steve said, smiling up at him.

"Steve! Joyce's here to pick us up since you died!" Robin called from the living room. Eddie helped Steve stand, and walked him to the living room. Steve leaned a little heavier into his side, "I'll call you when I'm a little less weak in the knees, okay?" Steve said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before following Robin outside.

"Thanks again, Eds!" Steve called once he was in the car.

Eddie couldn't wait for that phone call.

[steddieas-shegoes]

how about... punk!steve and eddie's brain short-circuiting at the new look (one eyebrow pierced, lip ring, pierced ears, one arm fully tattooed, and his back has several)? 👀 will designed all of them 🤗

Picturing Steve with tattoos and piercings almost did me in. It wasn't hard to do Eddie's POV here because, honestly, same. This was fun, and way different from anything else I've gotten to do! - Mickala ❤️

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Somehow, some way, Eddie fell in love with Steve Harrington.

No matter what everyone believes, it wasn’t during the whole Vecna thing, it wasn’t even during his recovery when he spent just about every waking moment with him.

It wasn’t after that when he ended up working with him and Robin at the grocery store.

It was when Steve got his first piercing.

Or at least that’s when he realized it.

Looking back, it was probably always there, he just didn’t quite let himself accept it or think about it.

But when Steve got his nose pierced. Jesus Christ.

The thoughts Eddie had were beyond sinful. Even he was worried about his soul after some of them.

It was only the beginning, though.

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Steve started getting tattoos.

Not just cute little ones that were hidden.

He got a half sleeve done as his first tattoo.

Robin had gone with him because he was nervous, and all Eddie could think was that he wished he could have been the one to go with him.

He imagined how Steve looked, if he’d cry, or if he’d just grit his teeth and tough it out, if he’d get all hazy (this was the way Eddie liked picturing him most, sue him), or if he would have to take a lot of breaks.

Robin gave him a knowing look as he stared at Steve through his explanation of the design that Will did for him.

She wouldn’t say anything, but he knew she wanted to.

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His ears were next.

Three piercings on one side, two on the other.

“For now,” Steve said, grinning at Eddie as he explained his plans for more.

Eddie was going to die.

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But it was the eyebrow ring/tongue ring combo that did him in.

That was what shut his brain off possibly permanently.

Steve was stocking the cereal aisle, humming to himself.

Eddie was pretty sure he was mopping the floor, but it was hard to say with how distracted he was at the way the light caught the ring on his tongue every time he stuck it out in concentration.

Which was a lot more often than stocking cereal probably called for.

Steve put a lot of thought into everything he did.

He was so busy staring at Steve, he didn’t notice Robin coming up behind him.

“You could just say something, you know,” she said at a very normal volume.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie yelled at a not-at-all normal volume.

Steve turned to them, tongue out from his deep concentration, brows raised to silently ask if everything was okay.

Was that…

“Robin. Does Steve have an undercut?”

“Yeah, I helped him with it last night. You like?”

“You want me dead, don’t you?”

She laughed as she started walking towards Steve, who was still staring at them, confused about the outburst.

“Just want you to do something about it!” She said back to him.

He gave Steve an awkward wave before continuing with his own task, frowning when he realized the huge puddle at his feet that hadn’t actually managed to be spread around.

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Steve had come over to smoke after work and Eddie was pretty sure he’d ruin it by doing something stupid soon.

Robin had said she had plans already, but threw Eddie a wink when she said it, so that was obviously a lie.

He was on his own.

At least he wasn’t as high as Steve was.

“I think I want my lip pierced,” Steve said suddenly, head rolling on the back of the couch to look over at Eddie.

“Oh.”

“Think it would look okay?”

“Yeah. Yep.”

Steve leaned his head on his shoulder.

Steve leaned his head on his shoulder.

“Do you not like the piercings? I get they’re a big change, I just figured out of everyone, you’d think they were cool. Not that I need your approval, or anyone’s, that’s kind of the point.”

“No, I do like them. I love them. I’m so glad you’re having fun with them, expressing yourself.”

He wasn’t lying, he just wasn’t telling the entire truth.

“Yeah?”

Eddie looked down and saw Steve blushing, trying to hide his face in Eddie’s shoulder.

What a sight.

It was enough to make Eddie lose sight of what he’d been working so hard to hide.

“Stevie, I love you, so of course I love your piercings.”

Steve’s head shot up too fast, bumping into Eddie’s jaw and making him yelp.

“Sorry, oh my God. I’m sorry. It’s just. What.”

“What?”

Eddie was looking at Steve, confused as to why Steve moved away from him so quickly.

“You said you loved me.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh.”

It took him months to say it, and now he ruined everything because he didn’t mean to say it this way.

Or at all.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Steve’s face fell, and he looked down at his lap. His hands curled against his thighs and he looked like he was physically pulling away further with every passing second.

“Yeah. I mean, I get it. Just one of those moments, huh?”

Eddie would never forgive himself for making Steve sound like that.

He had to fix it.

“Actually, no. I have a lot of those moments. Wanna know about them?”

“Uh, I guess.”

“Okay, well like today when I was mopping the floor. I was so distracted by how pretty you are, I missed the fact that the floor around me was just a giant puddle.” Eddie sighed. “And last week, when I had to swerve the van back into the lane on the way to work, it was because I was watching you trace your tattoos in the rearview mirror.”

“Really?”

“I’m obsessed with you, Stevie.”

That was maybe too honest, but it was worth it when Steve’s face lit up.

“Prove it.”

Eddie shivered.

If that’s what Steve wanted him to do, though, that’s what he’d do.

He leaned in slowly at first, then quickly shoved Steve back so he was laying down, Eddie hovering over him.

Steve licked his lips and that damn tongue ring was all it took for Eddie to close the distance between them.

It was messy, and desperate, and everything Eddie hoped it would be.

Steve’s lips were soft, slick, moving just right against his own.

Eddie let one hand cup Steve’s jaw, the other taking all his weight.

Until Steve’s hands tugged him down, making their hips and chest meet roughly.

Both of them moaned, but Eddie had to pull away for a breath, needed a moment to let his brain catch up to his body before he went too far too soon.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.

“Nothing at all. Just needed a second. You make me feel a little foggy,” Eddie smirked, placing a quick kiss to his nose, right over the piercing there.

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so. If you can handle me being a little bit dumb sometimes,” Eddie kissed his lip.

“I think I can handle it,” Steve laughed.

“So. A lip piercing?” Eddie nipped at his bottom lip.

“Yeah. Maybe tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

“What? Why?”

“Every piercing you get takes a year off my life, I swear.”

Steve leaned up, licked along Eddie’s bottom lip just to watch him squirm.

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna try my best to be.”

[kokoshka67]

Punk!Steve this, Spidey!Steve that, today I offer you SpiderPunk!Steve

[nerdnameddinkey]

backlogging some of my old steddie art since twitter went kaboom here's some self indulgent punk Steve stuff as a start

[nadiasna7]

And you're a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon Change on into the wolfman, howlin' at the moon, hooowww

About that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot It's always hot, you know it's frustration and heartache is what you got

Punk!Steve AU

[steveshairychest]

Punk Steve works as a professional piercer. He has quite a few piercings himself and his current customer is asking about every single one of them. Steve can tell he's nervous and just trying to distract himself so he plays along.

He tells the curly haired guy about how his tongue piercing had bled everywhere and stained his bedroom carpet, the he pierced his lip in the back-seat of his car before his job at an ice cream place, that his nipple piercings got caught in his best friend's hair while they were at a concert. The guy nods and laughs with him, his eyes never leaving Steve's face as he prepares the needle and jewellery. "I'm just going to mark it, okay? Hold still."

Steve leans in close, so close that he can hear the guy's breath hitch when he meets his gaze. He smirks and looks back down at his lips, they are red from where he was chewing on them when he first came in and nervously asked to get a piercing. Steve marks the right side of his bottom lip, steps back to look and then nods. "Looks good. See what you think while I finish setting up."

"Aw man, it's gonna look wicked." He runs a hand through long curls and smiles at his reflection. Steve smiles and turns back to his station. He's a bit cute.

"If it hurts, can you kiss it better?" He says while Steve literally has his lip in the clamp, needle ready in his other hand.

Steve shakes his head and wills the heat in his cheeks to disappear. "Oh, it's going to hurt. How 'bout I buy you lunch after for being such a brave boy, hmm?" Steve sticks the needle through his lip before he can say anything else. He doesn't flinch, just blinks away a few tears. Steve can feel his eyes watching his every move as he prepares to slip the jewellery in. "You're doing so good, just a little pinch and there you go. You did so well." He pats his knee and gives the guy some space to breathe, gives himself some god damn space to breathe because this guy is intense.

"Fuuckkkk, dude." He blinks back tears that make his big, beautiful eyes sparkle underneath the lights. "I nearly slapped you. That hurt." Steve glances down at the guy's ring clad fingers and swallows, willing certain thoughts away.

"You took it like a champ. Do you want a sticker?"

"Does it come with your phone number?"

Steve bites his lip, his teeth clinking agianst the ring in the middle of his bottom lip, and reaches for a pen. "I guess it can." He scribbles his number onto a sticky note and hands it over to the now beaming brunette, his lip is angry and red. "I finish at 3, if you want to get lunch."

Steve grabs a gold star sticker that says, 'You're amazing!' And sticks it to the guy's patch covered vest.

"I'm Steve, by the way."

"I know, it says so on your badge. I'm Eddie."

"I know." Steve holds up Eddie's consent form and shakes it.

"I'll see you at 3?" Steve asks after Eddie's paid. The lip piercing suits him, makes him even more radiant as he leans on the front desk and smiles up at Steve.

"It's a date. You're paying." He says with a wink and then he's out the door, leaving Steve alone to laugh and smile to himself like an idiot.

[mintcakeart]

came across this pic on pinterest and absolutely couldn’t resist Steddie-ifying it. Plus some punk Steve, as a treat.

[adelacreations]

There's something...off about Steve Harrington...don't you think?

Read How to Pretend my Ivy!Steve fic here

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[fantasticallyfruity4]

You know how people have started telling their kids “if you get lost go find a goth/punk person” bc (rightfully so) like this wild cultural shift has led to us being seen as safe, trustworthy responsible ppl?

Okay

Well

It got me thinking about punk Steve (again. Of corse) and this being a single dad! Eddie steddie meet cute.

I don’t know what’s funnier. Eddie telling little Max and Dustin that if they get lost they should look for someone who looks like him/his friends, someone goth/punk/metal. Or his kids doing it on their own volition. Bc the housewives with their little strollers always give their dad dirty looks and mean sneers in the grocery store but the people who look like their dad and his friends are always nice to him.

However it goes, one day Steve’s at the super market and he feels a small hand tug on the bottom of his battle jacket and a small voice say “excuse me mister?”

And he looks down and this little pippy long stockings kid is looking up at him with a wobbly lip and tears in her eyes and he’s like instantly on alarm and panicked.

“Hey friend, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Where’s your mom?”

“I got lost and I can’t find my daddy and my brother”

“Hey, that’s okay, we’ll find them together. Insta gonna be okay. What do they look like?”

“Uuuh. My daddy looks like you. But with more hair”. And Steve snorts a laugh because yup, that makes sense. Usually parents tell their kids to stay a million miles away from him at all times. Corse this kid is a punks baby. “What’s your bother look like? He got hair like you? What’s his name?”

“Dustin. He’s got brown hair and a big dumb hat”.

Steve snorts. “Think your funny?”

And the little girl giggles. Cool. Good. Mission accomplished.

“So we’re looking for dad and Dustin. Dustin’s got a big dumb hat and dads wearing a jacket like me, yeah?” And she nods. Cool. Okay that’s easy to find. “And what’s your name?” “I’m max”. “That’s a cool name max. I’m steve”

And so Steve and the little girl make a couple laps around the grocery store calling out for Dustin, and finally, finally, they hear panting and squeaking rubber and “max! Oh my god max! You scared the crap out of me!” And this- oh. This gorgeous metal head is running up to the girl and pulling her into his arms, mumbling a string of “don’t scare me like that again” and “I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry baby” and “I was worried sick”.

Sure enough there’s a little kid, bout the same height as max in a big dumb hat next to him.

Metal head dilf finally puts max down whose now hugging dustin who looks just as distraught at their dad was, and the metal head finally takes Steve in.

A glint catches in his eyes.

“You find this nice man to help you?” He asks. And she nods.

“Oh man, thank you so much I’m so sorry for the trouble” he apologizes. Steve just chuckles. “Hey it’s okay, I’m just glad we found you guys. Was getting worried for a few there. I’m Steve” Eddie takes the hand Steve extended. “I’m Eddie, I swear to god I don’t usually loose my kids” and steve laughs. “Hey, it happens to everyone, don’t sweat it. She’s okay, you’re okay, everything’s alright, yeah?”

“I still feel so horrible for the trouble. Is there anything I can do? Please let me atleats buy you a coffee”

Steve looks at his watch. He wishes he could. “I’ve gotta get to work, im really sorry, im already cutting it close since, you know” “oh, oh my god im so so sorry”

Listen. Listen. Steve’s no saint. And there is clearly a lack of a wedding band on this guys hand and 99% of the time if a kid is at a grocery store it’s with their mom. And some of those patches-

Steve’s gotta try.

“Hey, I really have to jet but um, here’s my number. Make good on that coffee some other time?”

“Yeah, yeah absolutely! Absolutely. Thank you, so much again. You’re a lifesaver Steve” Eddie smiles taking the small paper Steve just wrote his number on. (A cocktail napkin from a gay club in indie he just happened to have in his pocket, a god ordained way of making sure they were both on the same page.