#palm tree 🌴

[superblysubpar]

My dear. I had a dream where I was at a bar with friends and a very nondescript male friend was getting majorly territorial but trying to be nonchalant about it when someone was chatting me up super casually and my friends were all like 👀 uhhh!!! Helloooo!!! and...I'll spare you the details but it was giving MAJOR midnight city Steve so I immediately have inserted *that* picture into my brainwaves and now I'm ready to have a good day.

Thank you for your service and for listening.

💋

This is just a little blurb about midnight city!steve (modern!steve), you don't have to read Midnight City first for it to make sense, but can do so here. It was one of my first fics 💛

Steve fiddles with the cherry stem in his drink, jaw tense as he watches the bar.

"Jesus, who burnt your toast?"

Steve's brows furrow at the honey haired best friend sitting next to him who slurps something pink and sugary out of two lime green straws.

Robin’s blue eyes blink at him. She picks up one of the straws, she twirls it in his face, tone matter of fact. "It's a saying. People say that."

"No," Steve argues, his attention back on the bar, "They don't."

"Damn dude, who shit in your socks?" Eddie pokes at Steve's frown as he slides into the booth next to Robin.

Steve swats at the ring clad finger like a gnat as Robin snorts a laugh around her straws.

"I can't stand either of you."

Your head tilts back in a laugh. His jaw tenses.

Robin and Eddie let out a unison and drawn out, "Ohhhh."

"Aww Stevie's a little jealous. Cute." Eddie chuckles.

"So tall hunky model man shit in your socks and burnt your toast, huh?" Robin offers unhelpfully.

Tall hunky model man leans in and says something and you snort, hiding your face behind your hands as your body shakes with laughter.

The cherry stem snaps in half between Steve's fingers.

What the hell is so fucking funny?

"Steve, seriously," Robin begins, actually serious for once, "She's head over heels for you. You're being such a-"

Steve pushes out of the booth, and Robin speaks to the empty side, as Eddie gags on the brown liquid in his cup.

"Guy." She sighs.

"Fuck, this is disgusting. I hate whiskey. When will I learn." Eddie steals Robin's drink.

Meanwhile, you listen as Brody, a friend from college you've just ran into, tells you all about his daughters and the shenanigans they get into.

"But anyways, enough about my kids, Sarah says I need to re-learn normal conversation topics. What's new with you?"

You smile, patting his arm in assurance, "Please, I loved hearing about them. Nothing much I-"

Fingers scratch across your lower back and you turn, Steve stands next to you with a tense jaw.

"Hi," you smile, "There you are, this is-"

"Steve," his tone sharp, "The boyfriend."

He sticks his hand out politely, his manners not totally gone. Except the shake is a firm grip, dominating, before the hand finds its home on your lower back once more.

"Sorry, I've totally been monopolizing you, I gotta get back to my group too. It was so great seeing..." Brody goes in for the hug but falters when he sees the look on Steve's face, the way his fingers curl around your hip and pull you into his side. Brody does a sort of awkward wave instead and walks away.

"What the hell was that?" You laugh as Steve spins you to face him.

Your hands land on his chest as he swallows. Your eyes trace over the pout on his lips and the tense jaw dotted with stubble. The furrows forming between his brows.

Steve shrugs. "What are you talking about?"

"Steve," you mimic a man's voice, dropping yours to an amusing level, gruff, "The boyfriend."

Steve's lips twitch, but he shakes his head.

"I didn't-"

Your thumb swipes over his pout, fingers curling around his jaw so he'll look at you. Your warm smile melting him a little bit.

"Steve Harrington, were you a little jealous?"

His hands that had been fiddling with your belt loops slide around the curve of your waist, they drop to your ass, slipping into your back pockets and squeeze.

Your lip pulls between your teeth at the territorial grab. Your heart flutters in your chest as he hides his face in your neck, embarrassed and speaking softly against your skin. "I don't like how much he made you laugh."

His lips press a soft kiss to your throat, they linger, brushing over your skin as he speaks. "That's my laugh. My smile. My girl."

Your throat is dry at his words, thighs pressing together at the claim despite his ridiculous and unnecessary worry that you'd ever look at another man the same way as you do him.

Steve's breath is warm on the sensitive skin below your ear, driving a shiver up your spine when he presses a soft kiss there, waiting.

"Yours," you acknowledge as his tongue swipes over the spot, making your fingers curl in his shirt.

You've forgotten where you are, that you're not alone. And both of you freeze as a loud, unison call echoes across the fairly quiet bar.

"Get a room!"

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P a l m T r e e

[jttlpgroup]

Daniel 🛸 6011  

[supremegreens]

Mood ~ 💚

[xochloxo]

Summertime is nice and hot

And my life is sweet like vanilla is

[thinkingsmart]

Ethan Hill 🎯 18302 Life without love is .. like a tree without fruit. 💚🌴💚    https://ift.tt/yAOmlvI

[katieefiguress]

[daechwitatamic]

Jo, take me back. I hate it here. What have they done to our boy? His sweater vests will no longer fit. Who is our Tae without his themed sweater vests!?

🌴

IM HINNA THROW UP IM GINNA THROW UP IM GONNA THROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!’nnnn!!!!!!!

😭😭😭😭😭

[halloween-sweets]

[ladyy--lazarus]

[superblysubpar]

Girl, between that tongue and a visceral need for that nose to be nudging against me like that I can't even...

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I honest to god, cannot think about the kissing video or his tongue and his nose at the same time.

Like, kissing like that exists, or his nose and handsome profile exists. They cannot both be true. They cannot exist together at the same time in my brain, or I'll physically, actually, horribly, blow up.

[uuh-woah-lets-keep-the-feelings]

🌴✨🌴𝓤𝓱𝓱~🌴✨🌴𝔀𝓸𝓪𝓱~🌴✨🌴𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓼🌴✨🌴𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹🌴✨🌴𝓣𝓱𝓮🌴✨🌴𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼🌴✨🌴

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Michael 📡 8624   http://www.steveb29.com/2024/08/5459-michael.html

[momoksha]

sunrise through palm tree leaves~☀️🌴🍃 ~ (x)

[thinkingsmart]

17130 Jada 💕 @jadaincolor Peace is not the absence of trouble, but the presence of Christ. 🙏💫🙏  

[officialpenisenvy]

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