#winterdvst

[ofbctrayals]

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry // for any of my bois !

sam → frank: i guess i have a ringtone i can set for you now? 

sam → frank: don’t chase a music career. i enjoyed the song, though

sam → frank: might join you if you’re drinking at the bar

[ohangcl]

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?” // from king !

“ what makes you think i want something ? ” a grin spread on her lips as she leaned forward slightly, batting her eyelashes at him and letting a twinkle settle in her eyes. she looked innocent, an angel - she was anything but. “ tell you what, ” she leaned back, her demeanor changing, “ i’ll leave what you owe me open, and then when i come to claim it, i’ll tell you. ”

[bruisedbrcken]

*cracks knuckles* ♨️☀️ ☾

♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth

     there’s a silence that settles between the two as they stand under the shower head. hot water runs down leo’s back and his eyes slips shut for a moment before he blinks them back open against the water. he’s covered in blood, more than he thought possible but this shootout was ugly. he can still hear the bullets firing, the yells from people injured, and people hitting the floor. despite being in the thick off it- leo came out okay. there’s some close grazes, his lip is split from getting in a fist fight once his bullets ran out but apart from that-      he’s pulled from his thoughts feeling a cloth run over his skin. he almost jumps away from it before remembering he’s home, he’s safe, he’s with hayden. his body tenses for a fraction of a second before he sighs in relief and lets it all go. he leans forward resting his forehead against his husband’s, dark eyes watching the mixture of blood and water swirl around the drain. 

☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

      leo manages to stand up next to the bed before he’s being grabbed and hauled back in. he has a meeting in fifteen minutes and already caved to the first plea from hayden to stay in bed a bit longer. strong arms wrap around his middle and pull him back, his feet coming off the floor and his back hitting a familiar warm chest. he tries to wiggles away but leo’s not entirely down to leave the bed to begin with and it’s not long before he has been wrestled and pinned down onto the mattress.     there’s a mixture of laughter and smiles coming from his husband- and fuck, leonardo is in awe. soon to be three years since they said i do and leo is still so madly in love with hayden that moments like this still occur. he knows he’s going to be late to the meeting- he might miss it entirely- but hayden’s bright grin, sleep ruffled hair and close proximity has leo wanting to stay here for eternity.      ❝ okay! fine! five more minutes! ❞ he reaches up, hand cupping the side of hayden’s neck and pulling him down so their lips can meet. he hums into the kiss pulling his husband closer before a breathy laugh mixes in between. ❝ fuck it- ❞ he cave entirely and with his free hand reaches down for the sheets and pulls them over their heads- blocking out the world outside. 

[cfignis-blog1]

❛  so we’re late, but not too late this time ❜

the winter solider #001 sentence starters !

“you know-” they’re quick to jump on this one, never one to let hayden off easy. “we wouldn’t be late at all if you didn’t spend so much time in front of the mirror. you don’t even look any different, you know. that hair is still a mess, you’re not wearing makeup. what do you even do in there?” old news to them. alecto’s been having this disagreement with hayden since they were children. they’re not actually mad at their brother, just light fun at this point. being late was just a huge pet peeve of theirs.