#punk steve

Steve Harrington, who gave in to Robin's begging that he act as her weird art model for her senior year portfolio (the same one her teacher is encouraging her to bat out of the ballpark and enter into contests.) 

She's doing a whole thing on fashion, subcultures and sexuality using photos and collaged poetry, a project that has Steve trying on different outfits and posing in different places. 

"This might help me land a scholarship, Dingus." She hisses while she's got him bent over her bathtub, spraying parts of his hair blue with wash-out dye.

Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for each letter in that word, then tag some friends and give them a new word.

🖤 the wonderful @allsteddie gave me the word RAIN. Thank you for tagging me, Anna!! 💜

👑 all snippets are from my wip Your Garage Band King, which is a steddie fic with punk!Steve and lots of rivalry between those two.

R

"Relax, Eddie," he locks their hands together even stronger and pulls Eddie forward, not getting too close, but definitely closer than they've ever been.

A

And finally, Major Dick Douchebag. Eddie really wants him to be terrible. Because if he was so offended by a simple joke, it was probably because he is a shitty musician and felt called out on it. Oh, that would be so funny… But he isn't.

I

"I don't give a damn, Chris. And I doubt I'll genuinely enjoy his company." Eddie shrugs and she gives him an obviously uncertain stare, as if she knows something he doesn't.

N

"Never apologize for your personality," He shrugs, quickly analyzing Eddie from head to toe "even if you have a shitty one."

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?”

The best part is no-one around town recognises him like this so they treat him like any of the other freaks and Steve loves it. Finally free of making everyone around him happy, he can just be Steve. There's even rumours around town that Steve ran away, but his friends know the town is just too blind to see their golden boy like this.

So imagine Eddie's suprise when he's saved by Steve Harrington. Up against the wall for a split second he thinks one of his band has come to save him, but he knows those eyes, he loved those eyes for years in school. If Eddie thought he had a massive crush on jock! Steve, punk!Steve made him swoon.

Lucas.

His character arc of being tired of being bullied and trying to conform, only for him to find what “normal” looks like and is filled with a righteous rage about it? It brings him to a very punk outlook

I want him to discover punk throughout his high school experience

steve visits indiannapolis pretty much every weekend starting his junior year. he gets most of his wardrobe while thrifting there (with what little money he gets working a minimum wage job, because fuck his parents money) and shops around the record stores. eventually he befriends a couple of punks a few years older than him, and they invite him to go clubbing- which all leads to steve discovering bisexuality at a gay bar in indiana. he cries when he realizes he’s bi (and is comforted by a few lesbians and a drag queen). he buys a lot of bowie records after that.

he keeps in contact with some of the people he met and learns more about queer culture and punk culture. later he makes his own battle vest and shows it off at his favorite club, where everyone loves his little baby queer/punk vibe and basically adopts him. he learns about lace code and flagging, gets music recommendations and loads of pins/patches, and knows all the best clubs and thrift stores in Indianapolis.

flash forward to steve’s senior year, and eddie’s first repeat senior year. they don’t really know each other aside from name and reputation, even though they’re pretty similar (metal v punk). steve keeps mostly to himself and his group (jonathan, nancy, barb, robin and the kids) unless provoked, while eddie loves to taunt the masses and be the center of attention (plus the kids aren’t in hs yet so they’re not in hellfire, ergo don’t know eddie).

eddie hasn’t even seen harrington in years, only heard whispers about him going crazy or something. they had no classes together and he assumed steve ate lunch outside, so he really had no opportunity to see the other man. that is, until they both have English 12 last period and sit right next to each other.

eddie honestly doesn’t even recognize harrington at first, assumes it’s some random senior he’s never met until the teacher takes attendance and the guy next to him says ‘here’ when she asks if ‘steve harrington is present?’

eddie immediately turns to the brunet, gaping at the Steve Harrington who is smiling sheepishly back at him. he’s wearing a Misfits shirt under a leather jacket, fiddling with the chains around his neck and the rings on his hands. it’s very distracting. not to mention the practically skin-tight black jeans paired with combat boots, along with the multiple piercings and tattoos. eddie thinks he might pass out just from how good steve looks.

What am I doing anymore. What. Huh.