#inscrutablemarauder

I am here for this!!! Natasha is one of the foreign language professors (Russian, of course), Clint is the archery instructor (let’s just pretend this college/university offers archery as an elective), and Sam teaches English, and they’re all three rooting for Steve and Bucky dating while being in a loving poly relationship of their own ;o;

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

well if it’s smut then there’s a ton of kink. like. way too much. no one should inject that much dirtybadwrong into their sex scenes but hello here i am. definitely au of some kind, even if it’s just a canon divergent fic. tons of emotion, vaguely poetic in the descriptions.

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

i don’t think i’ve ever really done a proper coffee shop au, now that i think about it.

Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

that’s such a great question omg. i really don’t know.

Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

omg i hope this is alright. i'm about to go to bed and i'm stupid tired so idk if it makes sense but enjoy?

Dean sighed and ran his fingers overMichael’s bare back in nonsense patterns. Swirls and dotted linesthat crossed smooth skin and left invisible paths in their wake. Itwas a reflex almost, just a compulsion for quiet times like this,when their bodies were cooling and sated.

Michael hummed in content and turnedhis head to look at Dean sidelong. His dark hair was a mess, adisaster as Michael was so fond of saying. The rest of him wasn’tbad, though. A little sticky, maybe, but they could fix that with ashower.

“Do you think about the future,Dean?” Michael’s eyes slipped shut for a few seconds, then openedagain slowly. After sex naps were a favorite for them both.

Dean shrugged and drew another loop inthe small of Michael’s back. “What would I think about?”

The soft patter of rain against thewindow filled their silence as the question hung in the air. Itwasn’t like they’d ever put words or labels to it. Why would theyhave? Both of them had entire cities they couldn’t go back tobecause of failed relationships. Labels didn’t make it more real,they both knew where and who they were, why they were with eachother. Saying labels made it more complicated was bullshit, acop-out. It was complicated from the first kiss.

After a couple quick zig-zags Deanflattened his hand out against Michael’s back, feeling it rise andfall to the rhythm of his breath. “I do think about the future. Ithink about getting back on the road, getting out of the countryeven. I fucking hate flying, but I’ll deal if I have to.”

Michael nodded, a small grin curlinghis lips. “I have some tips to make flying easier.”

Dean kissed his shoulder and chuckled.“Handjob in the bathroom, something like that?”

“You’d have to take me with you forthat.” Michael craned his head further to watch Dean plant fourmore kisses across his shoulder, dragging up toward his jaw.

The first crack of thunder came,nothing but a rumble from the distance. Dean felt heat build in hisstomach with the sound of it.

He kissed the shell of Michael’s ear,breathing against it and delighting in the shivers he felt againsthis own body. “Yeah, I would, wouldn’t I?”