hi, all! i'm ajax, and welcome to my blog!
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- this blog will be multifandom, so if that bothers you, i would prefer for you to not interact. my brain bounces between interests a lot, although there are times when i focus solely on a specific one for a while.
- if you'd like to take a peek at my masterlist/tags, feel free! this post will be routinely updated as more gets created, so keep an eye on it if you'd like to better keep up with whatever appears on this blog!
- as mentioned in my rules post, i am a yumejin. dreaming holds a proper list of my f/os + sharing status. i will respect your boundaries as long as you respect mine.
- i am a non-binary queer adult, and as such, my works will often be heavily queer-focused.
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no clue where im truly going with this yet im pretty much throwing darts at a dart board and hoping smth sticks with the jumbled mess in my head but … wip of perhaps smth exploring dean’s sexuality……..
rattling in my cage because i wanna write for spn so bad but there’s a part of my brain that’s like noooo you must finish Everything Properly first . smth smth must consume it all and hold as much knowledge as possible
man all i want to do is just watch spn and not focus on the rest of the world around me but it feels like im never allowed to do that. theres always something thats being expected of me and its exhausting. why am i being expected to fix everything all of the time
this is probably so silly but man theres like. smth oddly comforting abt castiel. usually, i find characters that are so heavily connected to religion in some type of way to often feel off putting, mainly cause of my own personal experiences with religion, but…
cas feels so comforting. i even see parts of myself in him, parts i struggled with for so long when i was younger because i felt so guilty for having doubts, for ever considering going down a different thought process than my parents
Today, Dean discovers a pair of perfectly worn-in cowboy boots in his size at the thrift store. He decides then and there that he will be wearing these with every outfit for the foreseeable future.
✮ Most people would expect him to be impatient when teaching someone. That he’d get annoyed when they repeat a question or can’t seem to learn. And in most cases yeah he would be, but with you? Never
✮ You could ask him the same question four times and he’d still explain it to you kindly and throughly “yea’ nah sweetheart that’s not where ya put the oil, this is”
✮ Dean will be positioned behind you, his arms coming around you as with one hand points at what he’s talking about while the other is rested on your waist
✮ Radio station playing classical rock can be heard in the background as he explain
✮ Dean loooooves it when you ask questions about what he was explaining
✮ He will suddenly kiss you when you’re all focused because he just thought your concentrated expression was too adorable “ ‘is not my fault you’re all cute”
✮ Lastly will do a lil pop quiz asking you questions about everything he had taught you
sometimes i find myself feeling upset over watching dean explain away things john did to sam (like in bad boys, insisting it wasn’t john’s fault for him ending up where he did) before realizing ive done the Exact same thing many times before. it just became natural after a point, to take the blame away from whoever is hurting you, to insist that surely you had to have been in the wrong because why else would you have ended up in that situation
if there’s anything ill applaud the spn writing for, it is that. because it really does make it feel more… real. i feel it really brings more life to the characters, to what theyre put through
summary you unknowingly cling to dean in your sleep!
content gn!reader, unestablished relationship, only one bed! dean is very in love and would like to share a bed with you every night forever. heaps of soft cuddling and sleepiness! use of sweetheart and angel.
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Dean is hot under the covers, because he had the decency to sleep in sweats instead of just boxers, and your fingertips are soft where they graze his bicep. The touch sends his arm thrumming. He's only sharing this knotted mattress since you'd been so insistent about him not taking the couch.
"Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart. C'mon. We can share."
And he loves you. Moderately or too much, he isn't sure, but enough to unfurl a sweet, figgy maroon over his cheeks when you look at him and smile pearled. He simply wasn't going to let you shift all night on those old, stained cushions while he took the bed.
You've been snoring. His lashes are mussed and the motel is dark, but with a faint sliver of gaudy streetlight from the window he can make out the curve of your cheek and parted lips. Another gentle purr falls from them. He finds himself wanting to press deep into the sound.
It's endearing and lovely and you'd be embarrassed.
He's staring. Is he a creep? So much drowsy, besotted fuzz has roiled his mind, he can't consider it for very long, but decides that he isn't. How could this one and only pure, tender thing he feels make him creepy? Doesn't seem right at all.
Your knee bumps his upper thigh and lazily cascades down to his knee until they both meet. Dean can't breathe; doesn't let himself, has to remain very still, though resisting to indulge is asking a lot from somebody this fond of you.
He whispers your name, and everything is quiet besides your unconscious rustling of sheets.
You're gravitating to his body. Delicate fingers mold the slope of his shoulder and trail lazily up until they reach the honeyed hair at the back of his neck, his skin pricks tiny bumps. Green eyes wide and wider when your face comes to his, nose so close.
He'd like to peck a kiss there. You're sleep-soft and pretty.
"Angel," he murmurs, knowing you aren't listening, and settles his hand onto the plush of your waist with such bravery. Your breath fans the subtle dip of his cupid's bow.
If given the chance to slow this forever, Dean would. Doesn't protest when your arms cling and cross over his back, squeezing tight. You pull him towards the crook of your neck and he follows obediently, allowing himself to meld and sniff and sink.
In the morning, he stirs more refreshed than he's ever been, needles in his heart as he sits and slides from the blankets, and doesn't mention anything when you blink awake.
wrote this at two in the morning i offer a big apology if that is obvious <3
thinking a lot abt hauntedroses lore… i seriously need to sit down and properly write out stuff for them auysgdhshh
specifically thinking abt dean’s return from hell, and how ash would be so confused on how it happened, so confused on why bobby was suddenly calling them telling them to hurry to his place because he had a surprise waiting, being met with the fact of dean being back… ash would have a million and one questions but that doesnt stop him from hugging dean and holding on as tightly as he can, just in case this was some kind of fucked up dream
