#boissss

[cant-believe-im-not-better]

Some fluff of them ghoul bois. I'm a sucker for duos with crazy height differences lol.

Based of a fan fic I read. Can't remember the name. I can look up if anyone is actually interested.

I love it when idiots fall in love 🤧

[we-cool-beans]

These bois :0

Random Headcannon: the rare few times Max actually makes an effort to think through things he sits on Sam’s shoulders to do so.

[socky-senpai]

smiles~ (Newsies - the Disney broadway musical)

please Reblog!! i’d appreciate it <3

[dadforplaid]

bois

[penisg]

Listen mate, Can I have a Bryce x Tyler again?

Of course you can mate, its a good ship.

Bryce belongs to @dvmbrat

Tyler belongs to me

[parker-stanheight]

Wagwan, Thanks for 700 followers ❣️

[byeshield]

Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving.

he's not terribly surprised to find sam wilson breaking into his apartment on a hot early afternoon, though he makes sure to lift his head and indeed check that the intruder's friendly before proceeding to plop back down, fuzzy face shoving right into a soft pillow as he initially half-grunts, half-whines in response, throwing a blanket quickly over himself to block out the world. he's only in a pair of briefs, and since he's been up all night running gear checks, scouring black-market intelligence boards, and wrapping up off-the-grid operations under the radar, he'd certainly like the peace of sleeping through the day, which has been his usual fucked up sleeping schedule for weeks now-- but he prefers the solitude of working through the small hours, except for the fact that it does make keeping consistent communication with others incredibly complicated. communication isn't something he finds terribly necessary these days anyway; yes, he loves his friends, and they love him, and they are honestly the closest thing to a real family he has left in this century, however, the act of him handing sam the shield and allowing them to go out and do their own thing basically speaks to the deep faith that he has in their ability. he knows that they're okay out there, and though he generally misses them during the long hours spent staring at a glowing laptop screen or sharpening knives, it's nothing urgent enough to make him pick up the phone and ruin their focus.

apparently, sam doesn't seem to agree with that thought process at all, judging by the loud rustle of fabric that follows.

steve groan-whines some more when he hears, and then feels the blinding light of the curtains being ripped open, more sunlight flooding into the room until the heat starts to bake the mattress, and steve wishes he could just completely hide his big bulky self under the covers and never come out again. he could, and he absolutely would if left to his own devices, but he feels sam hovering, because for whatever reason, his buddy's been worried about him losing his mind in this empty place. it does take a bit of reminding from time to time that someone actually does have to worry about him, or well, they don't have to, but steve still should probably remind himself that loved ones will do that sorta thing when you disappear into your own head for too long. eventually, he pops an eye open and peers up at sam through a mess of blankets. "m'tired, sam," he says roughly, like that should explain everything about his current state, and his lips nearly push into the silliest pout for a man of his size (and his age.) but, finally, he does end up propping himself up on a bulging muscular arm with a great big yawn, ash blond locks in complete disarray just like his beard which he'll need to get to trimming soon enough if he doesn't want to start looking like an animal, though he decides that can wait until much later. "i thought you were tracking down those flagsmashers in munich with buck." @her0eswelcome

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