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remember this time when no pride flags were around? and now we have all of these beautiful people spreading love and positivity🏳️‍🌈

I need a Lauren Jauregui in my life.

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Steve Harrington x Reader Fluff

Request: Hey, I just had to break things off with my toxic partner and I’m feeling really angry and upset. Can I please have a good Steve fic to comfort me about this?

First of all, I just want to commend you for breaking away from that kind of relationship. I don’t know your circumstances, but I have been in toxic relationships as well. I had to do a lot of mental and physical adjusting after my last one. They’re never easy to end or move on from, but it does get better. I hope you enjoy this.


Steve! No!” Y/N shouted desperately at Steve as he turned the dial away from Africa by Toto.

“What?” Steve shouted over Heart and Soul by Huey Lewis & the News, “I can’t hear you!” He had a huge shit-eating grin on his face with a lit cigarette hanging on his lips, while he held the wheel with one hand and batted both of Y/N’s away from the radio with the other. Y/N managed to turn the dial back to where it had originally been, but the second she thought she was victorious, Steve turned it right back to Huey Lewis.

“Steve! You know I love that song!”

“This song? Me too. I love Huey Lewis,” Steve let his sunglasses slide down his nose as he turned to look at Y/N and wiggled his eyebrows and bobbed his head at her just to get her riled up even more than she already was. Y/N’s hair flew in all directions due to the fact that all of Steve’s windows were rolled down as they drove along back roads. She kept trying to get to the radio while also trying to keep her vision clear of her hair. After a good four to five times of changing it back and forth, Y/N sat back in her seat with a huff, arms crossed, glaring at Steve.

“Alright, let’s make a deal. I can’t handle that look anymore,” Steve smirked jokingly. “I’ll turn it back to Toto…if I get a kiss,”

“A kiss?” She raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“A big ol’ smooch. Right here,” He pointed to his pursed lips. Y/N sighed as if he just asked her to climb a mountain.

“Fine,” Y/N leaned over the middle console, plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, tossed it out of the window, then gave Steve the kiss of his life. When she pulled away, lips pulled in wide grin.

“Now keep your eyes on the road, Evel Knievel,” She snatched Steve’s sunglasses, quickly putting them on herself, then turned the radio back to her station. 

Y/N squealed in giddiness that the song was still on, her body moving to the song on instinct.

I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become!” Y/N sang obnoxiously along with the song, completely breaking the harmonies of the singers.

“This song is so cheesy!” Steve shouted over the music, laughing nonetheless at how much Y/N was enjoying herself. Y/N drummed on the dashboard, making Steve laugh even harder. She reached an arm out of the window, basking in the fresh air and warm sun.

“But it makes me so happy!” Y/N laughed over the chorus, then sang the tail of it just to annoy Steve. Every time this song came on the radio, she made him listen to it.

I bless the rains down in Aaaaafrica
Gonna take some time to do the things we never haaaaaaaad ooh oooooh

As the instrumental took over, Y/N turned to Steve. The pure look of adoration and love that washed over his face made Y/N’s heart pound.

Y/N grabbed Steve’s hand and gave the top an affectionate kiss, then held it on her thigh, rubbing her thumb over the top of his hand.

Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you


that god forsaken song makes me so happy even if i am in the worst mood of my life. i hope this, too, gave you some kind of joy.