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Right Here, Right Now // Steve Harrington

Right Here, Right Now

Steve Harrington X Henderson Sibling (tried to do gender neutral)

Warning(s): Swearing, that’s about it

A/N: So I finished watching Stranger Things and I had this idea in my head for about three days and thought I’d write for you cool people. My apologies this is kinda long (oops). Let me know if any of you want more Stranger Things stuff from me (I still have a couple Harry Potter requests that I’m struggling to find motivation to finish oops). Thank you for reading, I hope you like it (: P.S - There’s a bad joke in here that you’ll understand if you listen to this song. P.P.S - I have renamed this thing so many times jeez the louise.

Originally posted by bellamybalke

1984

I sat in the living room with mom, watching a re-run of M*A*S*H with mom.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” I heard Dustin curse to himself as he padded down the stairs.

I stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where Dustin was rummaging around, looking for something.

“What’cha lookin’ for, kid?” I asked, leaning on the counter, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

So frantic and stressed and he’s only thirteen. I didn’t know how interested he was in going to the school’s Snowball Dance, but, I’m happy he wants to go. I just wish he was less frantic about because honestly, he’s stressing me out. I’m almost eighteen and I haven’t been that stressed since I took my SAT’s.

“It’s in a paper bag, have you seen it? I put it on the counter and it’s gone!” Dustin said, throwing unopened envelopes to the floor.

I walk around the counter to pick them up and I hear Dustin run out the room, probably with his mystery bag.

-

I sat on the piano in the basement, squinting at my very hard to read sheet music. My book of sheet music was given to me for my twelfth birthday by mom, it’s from the sixties, and the print is absolutely tiny. I reached for my glasses case, which was on the coffee table and opened it. The case was empty.

“Aw, crap.” I whispered to myself.

I walked up the stairs to ask mom if she’d seen them, but, mom wasn’t there. I looked out the front window to see if mom’s car was there, and it wasn’t. I walked upstairs and towards Dustin’s room.

“Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“Did mom already leave for her-” I opened the door and saw Dustin stood in front of his mirror, frozen, with a can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray in his hands.

“Sure, come on in. The door wasn’t shut for a reason!” Dustin said sarcastically.

“What’cha doing?” I sat on his bed, still fascinated at his hair.

“Getting ready.” Dustin said, spraying, then smoothing down, over and over again.

“Have you seen my glasses? They aren’t in their case.”

“Did you fall asleep reading last night? ‘Cause they’re probably on your beside table.” Dustin said.

“Crap, I didn’t even think of that, thanks.”

“No problem, now, if you don’t mind, my ride is almost here.”

“I still don’t get why you go somebody to drive you when I could easily have taken you.” I stood up and walked out of the room.

“Well, you’re car isn’t the coolest ride.” Dustin said as I walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes at his lame diss towards my car. Sure, my car is ten years old, but, it runs and gets me where I need to be, and that’s all that matters.

I stood up and walked into my room. I heard the doorbell ring through the house, and before I turn my head, Dustin was already rushing down the stairs yelling, “I’LL GET IT!”

I found my glasses on top of my copy of The Great Gatsby, that was sitting on my bedside table. I put hem on and walked downstairs. I saw Dustin standing at the door, facing his chauffeur for the evening.

“Steve?” I said.

“Hi.” Steve said, leaning in the entrance.

I quickly took off my glasses and put them on the counter. I knew Steve had grown closer to Dustin, since going to the Upside-Down, but, I wasn’t expecting Steve to remain close to Dustin, considering he’s my age and five years older than Dustin. His devotion to helping out Dustin was admirable, and I’ve gotten to see his other side to him. Not King Steve; Ruler of Hawkins High School, but his real self. His caring and helpful side. I like that side, I just wish he didn’t hide under the many layers of stubbornness, bad friends and insensitive comments.

“Shit! I forgot to put on cologne! Gimme a sec.” Dustin said, rushing upstairs.

“So, you’re taking Dustin to the dance?” I said, attempting small-talk, badly.

“Yeah. He’s really pumped for it.” Steve replied.

“I know, right? So.. are you going inside with him?” I asked.

“No, I’m just… helping him out. He’s grown on me.”

“Well, that’s nice of you,” I took a few steps closer to him, “You know, you’ve also kinda grown on me, Steve.”

“That’s good. We’ve seen each other a lot lately” Steve smiled.

“So, what are you doing tonight? Besides driving my brother to a school dance?” I asked.

“I didn’t really have much plans. You?”

“Yeah, me neither. I was just gonna stay home… Wow, that’s sounds pathetic, doesn’t it?” I laughed at myself.

“Yeah, kinda does. You want to come with us? Then, after we drop off Dustin we can just be pathetic instead of lonely and pathetic.” Steve offered.

“Sure.” I said.

Just as a finished putting on my jacket and shoes, Dustin finally came back downstairs.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin asked me.

“I’m gonna come with you to drop you off.” I answered.

“Seriously?” Dustin whined.

“You can still have the front seat.” I offered.

Dustin’s face lit up, “Okay, she can stay.”

Steve, Dustin and I left the house and drove to Hawkins Middle School.

-

Steve pulled up the front of the school and I listened to him and Dustin’s little pep-talk from the backseat.

Dustin got out of the car and we both watched him go inside. I got out of the car and slid into the passenger seat. Steve began driving away.

“If you… look in the glove compartment, you’ll find my cassettes, if you want to put some music on.” Steve asked. I pulled down and three cassettes immediately feet to my feet. “Sorry, I have a lot.” Steve laughed.

I read aloud the titles of the tapes, “The Smiths, Tears For Fears, AC/DC, Queen, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath.” All of them were bands I’d heard and enjoyed before, but, one the next title is the one that stood out. “Best Mixtape Ever?”

Steve’s face almost lit up like a Christmas tree, “Yeah, I, uh, I made that a little while ago. It’s got some of the best songs on it. Trust me.”

“Alright, let’s give it a shot.” I put the tape in the cassette deck and it began.

I looked at Steve excitedly when I recognized the intro, “I love this song!”

The first song that played was Too Much Time On My Hands by Styx.

-

Steve took the long way back to my house and we listened the the entirety of the Best Mixtape Ever. And it was.

Steve pulled into my driveway and we entered the house. We kicked off our shoes hung up our jackets.

“My turn to show you my music collection, now.” I took his hand and lead him downstairs. I stopped in front of the shelf, full of records. “They aren’t your cool cassettes, but, we’ve got some gems here.”

Steve smiled and sat down the piano bench, a few feet away from where I was rummaging through to find my favourite records.

I pulled out about six and squeezed beside Steven on the piano bench. I handed Steve the records and he looked at them.

“Let’s see, we got Hall & Oates: Big Bam Boom, INXS: The Swing, Pink Floyd: The Wall, Queen: A Night At The Opera, The Beatles: Abbey Road, Journey: Frontiers…”

“This album’s my favourite.” I pulled The Wall by Pink Floyd record from him.

I played it on my record player and I sang along with it, on the piano bench, while Steve looked through more records on the shelf.

Another Brick In The Wall, Part Two played and Steve smiled at me.

“What?” I asked.

“I remember this playing at the Snowball when we went to Hawkins Middle School.”

“This song played there? Seems ironic.” I joked

“I know, right? You don’t remember that song playing and everyone screaming the lyrics at the teachers?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t go to the Snowball.” I admitted, “I haven’t even been to a school dance before. Or even danced with someone, for that matter.”

“Really?”

I nodded, “Yeah, that’s kind of embarrassing, I’ve never told anyone that before.”

“Don’t be embarrassed…” He pulled out a record by The Police, “No way, you have Synchronicity on vinyl!”

“I totally forgot that I had that!” I said.

“Best album ever, right?!”

I stood up and put it on the record player.

We listened to the first six songs and the seventh track and my favourite song by The Police came on; Every Breath You Take.

Steve stood up from the piano bench and held his hand out to me.

“What’cha doing?” I asked, trying to diffuse the… electricity in the room. It didn’t feel tense, it just felt like something would happen. He took my hands in his and pulled me to my feet.

“I’m gonna give your first slow dance.” Steve said.

“I don’t know how to dance.” I pulled my hands away.

“It’s easy.” Steve held my hands again and guided them up to his shoulders. He slid his hands down to my waist and pulled me closer.

“So… How exactly do I do this?” I asked, sounding too awkward for words.

“You just… Find the beat… Sway a little…” Steve looked into my eyes for a split second, and continued teaching, “And once you get good at that, you can use your feet.”

“Gotcha.” I joked.

There was no point in cancelling out the electricity in the room. The way Steve was looking me in the eyes, it was like he was feeling it, too, he was just letting it be.

“Look a you. You’re a great dancer.” Steve said.

“I’ve always wanted to know what it looked like when someone lies while slow dancing.” I joked.

Steve laughed, “I’m serious, you’re a natural.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

As the song finished, Steve’s face began moving closer to my face. His brown eyes were up closer than I’ve ever seen them. Steve smiled a little before leaning in to kiss me. His hands moved to my lower back and closed the small gap that was between us. I pulled away slowly and I smiled at him. He smiled back.

“I’m stuck with you, now, aren’t I?” I asked.

“I mean, if you’re cool with that…” Steve laughed lightly.

I’ve  Always Cared: Part 2

THIS IS FOR MY GIRL ANNA @queen-archeron whose birthday was yesterday!! She is is one of the best people I know and please check out her blog if you already haven’t cause she is amazing! I’M SO SORRY!!!! I know, I suck, this took me forever to write because I had to start over about 3 times. BUT I did find out how I want this entire fic to go and I think (or hope) you guys will like it ! This one is kinda short but only because I needed this to set some other stuff up. People you asked to be tagged @songbirdsbooks @aelin-firehearts-court @krm00623 @queen-archeron  


Her mouth dropped open. 

“What are you doing here?” Cassian and Nesta said simultaneously. She scowled at him and said before he could open his mouth again, “You know what? I don’t care, if you’re here the rest of your dog pack shouldn’t be far away. I’m leaving.”

She had to get away from him. Out of all the people Nesta could have seen tonight it had to be him. Well, she’d be damned if she let Cassian see her as a sad drunk. She didn’t need him to add more reasons to the list of why he doesn’t like her. Nesta moved to leave, but should have known he wouldn’t let her get away that easy though. 

Cassian grabbed her arm and brought her close to him, “I’m here looking for you.” he said with an almost panicked look in his eyes. 

“And why were you looking for me?” She said annoyed.

“I-We thought something happened to you! Nesta you haven’t been out of that house for more than a couple of minutes for the last four months, but you’ve been gone for hours today! You left no note, nothing to show us you were okay, you just …left.” Cassian said all in one breath. 

Nesta looked up at him wide eyed. “I-I didn’t realize anyone would have cared or noticed if I was gone, least of all you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cassian said looking…hurt? Crap, she didn’t mean to admit that last part but still, why did care all of a sudden? 

Nesta laughed dryly, he didn’t care but that doesn’t mean he was willing to admit it. Too bad she already knew. “Cass, it’s no secret that you’ve been avoiding me. So excuse me for being a bit confused on why you are acting worried about my well being after months of me locking myself away. You didn’t care about me then, so why do you care now?” She said bitterly. She was being childish and unfair, but she didn’t care. She was hurt, and drunk, and couldn’t help but voicing her thoughts. 

Cassian had a pained expression on his face. He opened his mouth, probably to come up with some bullshit explanation when Nesta just could not take it anymore. She pushed him out of her way and left the bar. This time, Cassian didn’t stop her. 


By some miracle Nesta remembered her way to Feyre’s town house and knocked on the door. Elain opened it, her smile fading when she saw Nesta’s expression. 

“I don’t want to talk about it” She said while gently pushing past her little sister. Elain had been staying at the town house for a while now, and always let her know when it was empty so Nesta would feel comfortable staying over. That morning Elain had sent her a note that said she had the house to herself for a week, and Nesta had been planning on staying with her over anyways. 

“I, uh, have a surprise for you.” Elain said with a sheepish smile. Nesta couldn’t tell if Elain was nervous about whether she would approve of her present, or if she was even in the mood to get one. So Nesta forced a smile and asked “What for? Its not my birthday is it?”

Elain laughed and said “No, no, I was out and well, you’ll understand once you see it.” Elain grabbed Nesta’s hand and led her to the room she uses when she stays over. Elain stopped in front of the door and turned to her sister. “We’ve had a rough couple months, and I need you to know that you deserve to feel happy again. I hope this will get you there a bit faster.” She said, and opened the door.

Nesta didn’t know what to think other than her mind felt completely clear for once. She stood staring at a grand piano with unfilled sheet music and pencils upon it. It was the sheet music that made her understand.  Nesta realized that Elain knew she was broken “Elain I haven’t written since-” Nesta began but was cut off.

“Before we moved into that cabin? I know. You told me then it was because you couldn’t write about how you felt because you would only become angrier. Nes I think you are way more than angry now. You don’t have to, but i think you should write about why you feel so…guilty.” Elain said while avoiding looking her sister in the eye. 

Nesta whipped her head to look at her sister. She had always been bad at putting her feelings into words. When she was a girl, Nesta’s father realized how  much she adored music, and taught her how to write her own. Nesta soon learned that she was fabulous at it. Whenever her thoughts would overwhelm her she just turned them in a song to help her sort through them. It was her favorite coping mechanism, but when they moved to that cabin all she felt was that anger. She tried to write about it, but she always ended up feeling worse. After so long, Nesta never thought she could ever write a song again. 

But Elain, Elain who loved to here Nesta sing when they were little apparently never doubted her. Nesta sometimes forgot how well her little sister could read her. Elain knew Nesta was filled with guilt and possibly more feelings she didn’t know how to deal with anymore.

“Just try Nes, I know it’s been a while but this used to help you, maybe it still can.” Elain explained and left Nesta alone in the room.

Nesta decided to listen to someone’s advice for once, and sat in front of the piano.She began to think of who she wanted to apologize to first. 

Favorite Male Characters

I was tagged by @feanoriel (sorry it took me forever!), @egobarriart, and @nixiegenesis! Thank you!

List your ten favorite characters from different fandoms and tag ten people!
1. MaedhrosAndMaglor (I cheated a little)
2. Fingon
3. Laurent of Vere
4. Fenris
5. Mahanon Lavellan (my first elf Inquisitor)
6. Dorian Pavus
7. Spock
8. Leonard McCoy
9. James T. Kirk
10. Talvryn (Yep, my OC is on here haha)

I am recovering from a child’s birthday party so I’m not tagging anyone tonight, but feel free to do it anyway if you’re interested! =)

HABOOSKI COMPILATION FOR @markiplier !!

Courtesy of episodes 5 & 6 of Evil Within 2. I hope you and everyone else who sees this gets a kick out of it!  This took forever to make but it was totally worth it; if it made me laugh even after all the work, I assume it’s good lmao.
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Even tho I still can’t manage holding my tablet’s pen, my mechanical pencil is slim and light enough to let me draw! Which is why I spent the last few days sketching traditionally - maybe this blog has been inactive long enough to allow me to post shitty pics of shitty pencil doodles too haha

Have a tiny self-indulgent gif while I try to remember how to hold my pen!

anonymous asked:

sorry, but do you have any tips for making poses/ full bodies? Whenever i try i end up giving up and crying. If you don't wanna answer that's okay too :)

why do I have a feeling that I know you…

I’m gonna sound like any other artist, but seriously, ref is kEY. Try studying it,(trace over it if you have to but please don’t post that) just do whatever to understand it. When you think you’ve got a hang of it, you can try sketching it without reference. (if it turns out disappointing than you can always go back) 

If it’s a more dynamic pose, try loosening lines and strokes, make them curved and don’t add sharp edges. 

it goes for stiller poses too: 

but yeah, that’s all I got :D Please don’t cry. You’ll improve if you put your heart into it >:D 

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TID Appreciation Week: Day Two (Favorite Ship) ⇢ Herongraystairs

❝ How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room. ❞

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I watch the bizaardvark episode with @thatsthat24 ​ in it. This was by far my favorite part.

Thomas sanders is one of my favorite person’s ever and I’m so happy for him.