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[dimitriorlov]

“Hey,” Dimitri said, pushing his hair back as he came up behind Francis, hoping that he had made enough noise that he wouldn’t startle his friend. “Are you ready?” They had agreed to spar a few days ago, while the holidays were still going on. He had waited until they were all back and settled to actually call in the plans. He placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I promise to go easy on you.” 

@stfrcnis​

[yagaymi]

@effabled | cont from x.

░░░░░░ ☾ “what do you mean, ‘if’?” he almost sneers, but it’s as if his face gives up halfway. “i’m not stuck with a country house for nothing. no,” he says, looking away, “it’s something else. i might as well replace my brain entirely.”

[strongindependentmen-blog]

“No.” Francis’s brow furrowed. “No,” he repeated. “No this isn’t right. How did I get that wrong? It’s so simple, and yet-” He gave an aggravated sigh and scrubbed at the paper with an eraser. “So obvious, I can’t believe it.” He drew in a different line, and seemed much more satisfied by it. “There, that’s better. Thought you were going to trick me, didn’t you? Well you didn’t.”

[strongindependentmen-blog]

@hereonbehalfofshield [x]

Francis was usually pretty good about having spacial awareness, but he was zoned out right now, lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t even realized he spoke aloud until someone responded. He jumped, spinning to face the voice and the one who owned it.

“A-Aunt--” his voice died in his throat, not finishing his confused question. He couldn’t call her that. She didn’t know him. The thought made his chest ache, but he attempted to force it down. “U-uhm, you look like-- someone I know,” he stated, hoping she bought it and didn’t question the fact that he’d almost called her Aunt Tasha.

[strongindependentmen-blog]

"That's dirty" either muse

That’s dirty || Accepting52- I’m not wearing any underwear.

Francis sat on the arm of the couch, Clint was on the couch watching tv. Francis wasn’t paying attention to the screen. He folded his arms over his chest. “Nobody did the laundry,” he complained. He was running out of clean clothes. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

[strongindependentmen-blog]

Fenrir carefully made and retained eye contact with the boy as he brought his beer bottle up to his lips, slowly licking them before taking a slow, deliberate sip of his beer, lips near obscene around the top of the glass bottle. He watched Francis with a smirk, licking his lips again.

Francis tried to look away, but something about the way Fenrir was taking a simple sip of his beer made it impossible to tear his eyes away. It wasn’t simple though, and he was almost certain that the stirring it caused in Francis was entirely what Fenrir had been going for.

“That beer must be good if you’re making out with it like that,” he commented, trying to sound casual.

[strongindependentmen-blog]

@thebuckstartshere [x]

It was far from the first time he’d casually flirted with Bucky. He felt comfortable doing so. Bucky always seemed to like his little flirts so he saw no reason to stop. Dinner was good, and they were currently doing his favorite pastime, making out with Bucky, and he couldn’t help make the joke. Of course, he didn’t actually expect it to work, so when Bucky reached back and pulled the shirt off, casually tossing it onto the floor, the heat rose almost immediately to his cheeks. He stared at the shirt on the floor for a moment, then back at Bucky, trying to keep his own joke going despite the pink tint to his cheeks.

“Uh-- yep, looks- looks better on the floor.” Goddamn how was it that Bucky was so toned? He tried, really tried, not to stare. It wasn’t like it was the first time he’d seen Bucky without a shirt. Hell, the first time they met, he’d caught the man with belt troubles and stopped to admire the view. Not that that made it any easier to stop staring now.