Steve Harrington Headcanon - Blog Posts

I think is pretty obvious who is my fav character; Steve Harrington is in my mind 24/7, but I love him not just because of him but because of the concept of him.

It's easy to put anything you want in him. Like. All the interpretations people have about his parents? YES, good, make total sence. Why? Because we don't know anything about them, except for one or two things and that's just for what Steve had said.

Him knowing characters that barely interacted with him? It's not like we have seen a lot of him out side of the upside down problems.

More trauma than the series show? I mean, they already ignore the trauma he has endure through out all the seasons, what's some more.

Steve being a pretty decent guy even before canon contrary of what they want us to belive? It's not like they showed us a lot of bully qualities of him.

Like- yes, i know you can mold all the characters You like into what you want but how much until is a completely different character? Steve is very versatil, you can change A LOT about him, put as many headcanons as you want and still have a resemblence of what makes Steve Steve.

It's no surprise people love him, he can be a lot of things, anything you want and still make sense that is him.

Punk! Steve? YES.

Teacher! Steve? Give it to me.

Hairdresser! Steve? There is not enough of him.

Baker! Steve? I need more of him.

Athlete! Steve? Of course.

Rock Star! Steve? Yeah, why not.

Actor! Steve? He's been acting half his like, why don't make a profession out of it.

Single parent! Steve? There is a lot of ways to make it happened!

Gay! Steve? Comphet is a bitch.

Bisexual! Steve? Have you seen all his homoerotic scenes?

Trans! Steve? Either way you want him, that guy's gender is funky.

HoH! Steve / Deaf! Steve? That boy has more than enough head trauma to last a life.

007! Steve? Maybe he just doesn't remember his childhood, like El; maybe he was a failed experiment.

Just- do you catch what i'm trying to say?

Do i headcanon Steve with some of the same moles i have? Yes i do. Do i have a reason of why? No, not really.

I just think it’s pretty neat sharing the same moles as Steve, and because i also think it’s cool that:

Steve has two moles on his neck that kinda look like a vampire bite (Eddie goes absolutely feral about them. When he dressed up as a vampire for Hallowen he tells everyone that he did them).

Him thinking he has the usa minor in his arm for a while until Robin tells him it's missing two moles for it to be true (and saying that if it's really the usa minor 'it's a funny looking' one).

He has two moles in his right hand that, everytime someone of the Party is bored with a pen, they draw a smiley face with them (the two moles are the eyes and they just draw the mouth).

Steve has a pretty noticeable mole on his stomach, near his belly button.

Yeah, that’s it, i just love his moles.

A (comparatively) Brief Thought about Steve Harrington's Names

Lucky Stevie has full names in three different languages and they're all equally incriminating in different ways!

For context: Steve's parents meet just as the summer of '66 is ending, in a perfectly legitimate bar with absolutely no connection to organised crime in Chicago. They introduce themselves as Christopher (call me Chris, Christopher is shite) Harrington and Anita (but you, bello, can call me Tina) Martino. They are both lying.

See, America is it's own little world. Founded by desperate refugees and religious extremists, the USA is the New York of the western world - the perfect place to disappear, because no matter your sins, there's always someone weirder. And in this totally not shady bar in Chicago, these two strangers have a lot of sins.

Mr. Ciarán Ótis Marcin Ó'hArrachtáin is what some might call a terrorist. Those 'some' are, of course, all eejits who seem to be fecking delirah with the Brits treating the Irish Free State as a colony. But Ótis and Martyna didn't raise a spineless dosser, not on tales of the shite they saw in Nazi Poland. Ciarán wants to be just like his mama, so does the only thing he can at sweet sixteen and joins the IRA. It was a grand old time - until some spanner decided to start the boarder campaign, make some things go boom, then it all goes arseways and suddenly he's a wanted man. Now he's legged it all the way out to this bar in Chicago where he can find some mostly-legal work, set himself up as someone who doesn't need to check over his shoulder every five seconds - and maybe he can take a chance on this absolute ride of an Italian who's just walked in, Jaysus -

Sig.na Alessia Stefania "Pieterina" Serafini has made a name for herself as a mafiosa. Beloved, wild, ruthless granddaughter of Don Alessio - caporegime since nineteen and well on her way to consigliere - and, right now, in molti problemi with la Cosa Nostra. So much problemi that she's been effectively smuggled into the US, like that goddamn heroin shipment that started all these problemi... ah well. She just needs to lie low for a bit (a decade) with her American cousins on the less than legal side of Chicago before she can return to her cosca and the people she actually trusts not to stab her the moment she turns her back - and maybe she can have some fun with this bello, bello Irishman who's looking her way, dannazione -

So. Discussing the evolution Mr and Mrs Harrington's relationship is gonna have to wait (though I'd love to hear from you guys) - the important thing here is the family history.

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Tina's side: Alessia Stefania "Pietrina" Serafini.

Tina's father is Vincenzo Serafini and her grandfather is Alessio Serafini. Her first name is the feminine of her paternal grandfather's name. Steve's middle names are also from them.

(In case it wasn't obvious, the Serafini family are heavily involved in the Italian mafia - potentially involved in the Ciaculli massacre in '63 - and also have ties to the American mafia.)

Tina's mother is Pietra Tedesco and her grandmother is Stefania Tedesco. Her middle name - Stefania - and her son's first name - Stefano - are from her maternal grandmother. "Pietrina" is a diminutive nickname for Pietra - they're saying she's just like her mother, and since they figured this would be easy and natural enough for Steve to remember, his agreed Italian 'cover' surname is Di Pietro.

(Pietra is the feminine of her father's Petri Tedesco - which is itself the new name chosen by the German runaway Peter Thälmann. No relation to German Communist Party Leader Ernst Thälman, no sir, nothing to see here.)

So: Stefano Alessio Vincenzo Serafini - or, when he doesn't want to advertise the mafia part - Stefano Di Pietro.

Chris' side: Ciarán Ótis Marcin Ó'hArrachtáin.

Chris' father is Ótis Ó'hArrachtáin, and his paternal grandparents Steafán and Keira Ó'hArrachtáin. He gets his first name from the masculine of his grandmother's name, his middle name from his father, and gave Steve his grandfather's name.

(Steafán and Keira worked their asses off their whole life to put their kids through school, ennabling Ótis to work at the Irish embassy in Poland, where he managed to smuggle a handful of refugees past the Nazis to Britain, of which his future wife, Hannia Marcinkiewicz, was one.)

Chris' mother is Anita Marcinkiewicz. He gets his middle name from her surname. Steve gets his Irish 'cover' surname from that.

(Anita and her son are very similar as teenagers and young adults - the same heady cocktail of jaded rage and a naïve sense of justice, motivating spiky teens in parallel shitty situations to commit near-suicidal acts of heroism, with similar results. Just what did Anita do? Nothing you can prove, of course...)

(Yes, Anita Marcinkiewicz and Anita Martino - a wild coincidence that kicks of conversation for our young lovers in Chicago. Not in any way manipulated by an omnipotent fangirl who wants her OCs to have something neat to make slightly awkward but unexpectedly wholesome small talk about over a Guinness and a Negroni in a bar in Chicago). (This is why Chris calls his wife Tina all the time when anyone else would get shot if she's feeling anything less than saccharine.)

So: Steofán Ciarán Ótis Ó'hArrachtáin - or, when he'd rather avoid any connection to the wanted terrorist - Steofán Ó Máirtín.

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Of course, as half Irish and half Italian - or, well, 1/8 German, 2/8 Polish, 2/8 Irish and 3/8 Italian but who's counting. Aside from me -

The point is, he's Catholic as fuck. He can be non-practicing and still Catholic (bc fuckboi), he can lose his faith and still be Catholic (bc interdimensional hell monsters), he can be an atheist (bc Irish) and still be Catholic, ok - he is Italian and Irish, there's no cure.

So, yeah, he's definitely been christened. And sure, you can old give any old name to the government (fuck them anyways) as long as it suits your purposes. But your christening name is the one that God knows you by, okay, you don't want to lie to the priest and end up with the wrong name tag when you get to heaven (or if, I guess).

What I'm saying is the paperwork says Steven Otis Harrington, but some poor Father/Reverendo gets hit with Stefano Stiofán Alessio Ciarán Vincenzo Ótis Serafini Ó'hArrachtáin. Good fucking luck!

Idc what you mfs say. Steve Harrington would listen to Sex, Drugs, Etc by beach weather

dating : steve harrington hcs. ❀

(gender!neutral reader)

summary: an abundance of headcanons describing what it’s like to date everyone’s fav boy, steve harrington <3

word count: 300-500??

trigger warnings: i don’t think there are any?? please let me know if there is :)

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omg where to begin.

first off, he’s very inlove with you

like EXTREMELY

doesn’t care what he’s doing, as long as he’s doing it with you

definitely wants to marry you one day

spending lots of time together, especially during the hotter seasons when you go on walks on the beach or through your local park

omg speaking of beaches, when he saw you in your swimsuit his jaw dropped. he thought you looks amazing and definitely didn’t hide it

COMPLIMENTS, COMPLIMENTS, COMPLIMENTS.

he thinks you’re the best person to ever walk this earth, and he makes sure you know it

you know the dream he told nancy?? yeah - he makes sure to have it someday with you

watching random tv shows and reading books with each other

would drop anything the second you ask him for help, no matter how important

if you hurt yourself, no matter how much, he’ll be there to fix you up, “good as new”, as he’d say.

if you’re friends with robin thats a major plus

kisses. kisses everywhere. all the time. same as hugs and cuddles

he spends every minute of every hour of every day with you, no matter what

you can’t even pee without him checking on you

“y/n, are you ok?”

“steve, baby, i’m PEEING.”

“well, is it fun?”

“what. my pee?”

could just honestly spend the rest of his life looking and admiring you

a lot of people say that nancy would be salty, but i think otherwise. she’s moved on and so has he, so she’s happy for you both!

speaking of, steve would probably find it a bit strange that you and nancy would be friends because it’s his ex-girlfriend and his current partner getting along well, even though you and nancy don’t really get why

talking about you to everyone and everything (even things that cannot talk)

“hey, have you seen my partner today, they’re so-“

“attractive? yeah you’ve said, steve.”

overall, he’s the best boyfriend!! loves you so so so much and is husband material!!!!!

Cop!Steve Headcannons (NSFW Included)

Notes: a small gift for @rollergirlworld and her love for Cop!Steve, and our brief conversations of how he’d react in a relationship. I love him and enjoy.

Steve is not just a cop, but a Lieutenant, a high ranking officer of the law and just a step below a chief. Still this man craves power and when his lower ranking coworkers attempt to try their power over his things get nasty. He likes to talk with his fists and not his mouth. Occasionally he’ll be suspended from cases due to this issue, leading him to be stuck on desk duty, which then makes him a bit grumpy, but you will always make him feel better. He’ll walk through the door and instantly the smell of freshly prepared meals will greet his nose along with you, “Steve, your home.” You scamper over to him and throw yourself into his arms, he’ll wrap his own around your waist. Carding his rough fingers through your scalp and pressing kisses repeatedly to your temple. “Oh, baby.” He sighs resting his cheek atop your head. “I missed you.”

On nights he does spend working a rough case he comes home and spends times in your arms whilst you comfort him. Steve may have a tough outside, but inside he’s caring, and that goes for the people he wasn’t able to help. He thinks there’s something wrong with him, “You did everything you could, Honey.” You whisper between kisses to his forehead. “It’s gonna be okay. Your so strong and brave, you just gotta breathe.” He’ll cry for hours and sometimes until he falls asleep.

There are days where you and Steve spend time relaxing in bed, watching T.V. or laughing over a couple glasses of champagne. These were the gentle nights that made you really appreciate Steve, besides the good he manages to do in his line of work. The two of you share many nights of passion equal to the nights spent in sadness. Life has a healthy balance.

Steve spends a lot of time creating a set of rules for you to follow, as his wife, who is allowed to stay home, be work free, and hardly lift a finger he has high expectations. The house needs to be cleaned, clothes clean and folded, food prepared, but sometimes you forget things. Those nights Steve will come home already grumpy from a long day and find no dinner on the table, “You didn’t cook.”

You look up from the book your currently reading and gulp, “N-No.. I wasn’t feeling good, Stevie.” He grunts nodding his head and tossing aside his briefcase and removing his coat. He walks over towards the coach ditching his coat over the back of the small leather loveseat.

“You weren’t feeling good, huh?” His tone was gruff and a bit edged. You’d made him mad, “I work all day and sometimes night and you couldn’t make dinner before I got home?”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I-I was—”

“Was nothing, you get up right now and get in that kitchen. You have thirty minutes to come up with something, go.” He locked eyes with you and he watches as you scamper quickly into the kitchen.

If you refused to do so at this point, you’d end up over his knee receiving a spanking for such bratty behavior and then to service him in any way he saw fit. Whether that be cockwarming him all night and no release, word sucking him off until he felt he’d been relieved enough. Either way you’d be ruined by him and only him.