Rainy Day 🌧️

wait, but wasn’t Joseph portraying a real person in the warfare movie?? that’s not just a character…😭/lh

They would fuck so nasty

Y/n: Would you die for me?

Eddie: Without question.

Y/n: Then suffer! *playfully chokes him.*

Robin: Jesus Christ!! What the hell is wrong with you two! Steve do something!

Steve: Wait hold on. This is doing something for me.

Punk Steve being a badass drummer and sweetheart, inspired by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation 's Batter Up fic 🙂‍↕️🤲❤️

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

Steve: I win.

Eddie: I have you pinned to the wall.

Steve: I know.

Eddie:

🎬 horror is life 🎬

“You want to kiss me?” Steve asked breathlessly, eyes bright and wide with wonder.

Eddie Munson stood in front of him, on his doorstep, drenched by the rain relentlessly pouring outside. The man was thinking to himself how he hated being soaked to his bones but he loved watching as Steve’s eyes lit up like shooting stars at the idea of them sharing a kiss.

“Nah, Steve. I only drove 20mins in a thunderstorm to tell you that I wanted to kiss you.”

Steve tilted his head back and laughed that wonderful singsong melody he always did when he found something funny. It made Eddie’s heart palpitate.

“Then what’re you waiting for, hmm?” Steve prompted, putting his hands on his hips and cocking his head to the side.

Eddie smirked, moving in a bit closer to decrease the gap between them.

“Nothing.”

He grabbed the back of Steve’s neck and wrapped an arm around the man’s tiny waist, dragging him out into the rain with him. Their lips melted together and moved as fluidly as the drops of water that fell from the sky. An explosion of emotions all at once came flooding over them both. It came out in a mess of arms tangling in a seemingly everlasting embrace and gentle gasps for air that made them sound so desperate for each other. They were, to put it lightly.

Steve was the one to break the kiss first. If only for a moment just to tell Eddie:

“I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Have you, Harrington? Or are you just yankin’ my chain?” Eddie laughed.

Steve smiled and shook his head at Eddie’s sarcasm, leaning in for another taste of cigarettes and the obvious mints Eddie must’ve chewed on before knocking at his door. Arguably not the best flavor mixture but who the hell cares. He was finally kissing the man of his dreams. The person he’d never imagined would even ask him for one in the first place. He wasn’t just going to deny it no matter what. Even if they both got sick out here in the rain, it’d all be worth it because Eddie Munson wanted to kiss Steve and, man, did that feel fucking fantastic.

Eddie: What happened to 'hello'?

it’s 11:02pm and I can’t stop thinking about how Eddie will lay on top of Steve if he’s ever having a panic attack because his weight helps to calm Steve down so much that sometimes he even falls asleep. Or Steve will lay on top of Eddie and listen to the sound of his heart beating to soothe his own aches and pains.