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igotanidea · 1 year

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Goddess : multifandom imagine

MINORS DNI!

Suggestive content but nothing explicit. Just a touch starved and shy yet craving intimaty f!s/o

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„You’re shaking.” he whispered watching her trembling figure next to him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about… “ she mumbled, her gaze focused on the floor, then on the wall, then back on the floor. Anywhere but on him.

“Don’t you now?” he grabbed her chin making her look straight into his eyes “Talk to me, baby. What’s going on?”

“I…..” she stuttered not able to form a full sentence.

“Yes?” that knowing smirk on his face was not helpful at all.

“I need you….. I…..I need your touch…..”

“Like this?” he cupped her cheek gently and brushed a thumb over it. Poor girl immediately closed her eyes, becoming red, her blushing turning him on.

“No…. I mean, yes, but…..”

“Like this….?” he continued, his other hand traveling up her leg, skimming her thigh and resting on her hip, playing with the hem of her shirt. “Tell me…..” he whispered in her ear, making her breath heavy.

“Please……” she whimpered desperately. She wanted more. So much more.

“I need your words, honey. What exactly do you need?”

This was inhumane. He knew precisely how he was affecting her, making her hot, wet and needy. A mess in his arms even if he barely did anything. That bastard was aware of how touch starved and shy with physical intimacy she was and was using it only to his advantage.

“Please…..” she tried again, almost at the verge of tears “please, kiss me….”

“All right, sweetie.” he pulled her closer by the waist, placing that aching for his touch figure in his lap and captured her lips in his, kissing her gently, slowly, passionately, one hand in her hair, the other on the small of her back. Safe and secure in his embrace. So perfect against his chest. So perfect in his loving grip. Genuine smile formed on his face when her hands sneaked up his arms and shoulders and locked on his neck pulling him closer, like he was her air, her anchor, her everything. She was so needy and so afraid to admit it. A sign of troubled past and previous bad relationships. “Do you like it?” he moved to suck on her neck making her moan and arch her back to him.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop. Please……”

“Don’t worry babygirl. I still got a lot I want to teach you about pleasure.” He carefully changed position, so now she was underneath him. He had no intention of hurting her. Ever. Only showing his love for that blushing beauty who was his. “Just tell me if it’s too much and if you want to stop, all right?”

“Mhm…...” she muttered, her mind consumed by the view of his strong, toned body hovering over hers, moaning when he took off his shirt. All his attention was focused on her as he slowly started to peel her tank top, leaving her bare and exposed to him. “Please…..”

“I love you…..” he panted not able to control himself anymore “Let me please you…..” and with such words he began his mission to worship her and her body.

His goddess.

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 9 months

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Imagine awakening to find a heaviness on you and as you move you discover that there is a set of arms on either side of you and the same with legs tangled in yours. Through the fogginess of sleep, your memories dwindle back in for you to remember that you had a nightmare earlier in the night and decided to climb into Dean and Castiel’s bed because they’ve done the same with you on cases.

They didn’t complain, only shifted and adjusted to you being in the middle. You in a T-shirt and sleep shorts while they’re both wearing boxer briefs.

You took a slow deep breath as what you realize is Castiel’s arm tightens on you and a kiss pressed into your hair.

“Sleep, Y/N,” the Angel whispers.

A smile drew your lips up as you slowly turned towards him, adjusting Dean’s arm to remain around you and return your other leg under his. The octopus cuddler, you’ve deemed him (not that he would ever admit he liked the idea). You nuzzle into the Angel’s bare chest wrapping an arm around his torso enjoying his celestial warmth and inhaled his natural scent, the air during a lightning storm which you enjoy watching them, so long as it’s safe.

The lull of his heartbeat soothing and relaxing you in his arm.

Dean suddenly grunts and shifts closer throwing his arm around Cas and you. You grin into his chest trying not to laugh at Dean’s sleepy actions.

The Angel rubs his cheek into your hair. “Sleep, little one,” he gently spoke.

Who wouldn’t want to cuddle with an Angel to the Lord to watch over you or be protected by one of the best Hunters ever?

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #deancas #casdean #reader #self ship prompt #self insert #destiel x reader #supernatural imagine #elle em bee #nightmare #bad dream #Drabble #cuddle #octopus cuddler

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xmalereader · 2 years

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Lord Morpheus X Male Reader X Winchester Brothers

|| Masterlist ||

Authors Note: ITS FINISHED 😩 Took my sometime to complete it but here is the supernatural and sandman crossover that I said I was going to write! I hope you enjoy it because I sure did!

Summary: Sam and Dean are struggling with saving a child’s life who had fallen into a coma, causing Reader to look into it and help the brothers out, only to find out that this situation is needed by Dreams help, the only one who can know and help the child.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of Matthew, Sam and Dean being chaotic, past trauma, mentions of death, gault the dream, mentions of the Corinthian, Jack is god, Dean never dies and Lives a happy life, Johanna Constantine, Reader is a mage, judgmental dream.

Word count: 5k

It was snowing in London, winter had arrived and the streets were full of snow. Not many people went out due to the cold weather, remaining indoors and away from the harsh cold winds. Y/n had flown from the states to London in order to help an old friend out. A necromancer that only asked for his help whenever it came towards certain artifacts or creatures that needed to be dealt with. He was the only one who’d come to help that old friend of his, the two splitting up the pay and having enough to fly back home after his work was done.

“Men of letters.” He hears Johanna scoff, tossing some things aside in her office as she rummaged through the mess. Y/n had grown used to her dirty office and the amount of stuff that she kept was ridiculous but he had no way of judging her.

“What about them?” It’s been a few years since he was claimed as a men of letters, working with the Winchester brothers on hunting down such vile creatures that hurt others, sometimes allowing them to live if they deserved it. After Jack took over as god the amount of supernatural disasters have died down, focusing on clearing up the world and making changes. The kid was busy with his own duties but still made time to visit the brothers every once a while, remembering that they took care of him and raised him together.

Johanna Constantine chuckles, on her hands and knees as she looks underneath her desk, shoving books aside along with other material. Y/n rolls his eyes at her messy stare again. “I met one of them a few years back—never wanted to kill someone so bad.” She grunts, pulling a book out and smiling in victory. “Anyways, I didn’t trust them at all but I can say that I trust you now.” The necromancer stands from the floor, dusting the book in her hands as she hands it to him. “Your reward.”

Y/n takes the book in his hand, smiling softly as he reads the tile and checks the inside pages. The book was in good condition and he won it over after his job with Johanna. “Thank you, Constantine. I’ll let the boys know that you miss them.”

“Please—tell that to either of the two and I will kill you.” She threatens, pointing a finger at him. Not wanting to admit that she too, cared for the boys. “Run along now, before your flight takes off without you.” She ushered him out of her office and towards the front door of her flat. Y/n laughs under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief as he tucks the book in his own bag, keeping it secured.

“If you ever need my help again, don’t be afraid to call.” Y/n reminds her, giving her a quick wave and leaving her flat before she decides to change her mind and take the book back. When he steps out of the building he takes notice of the snow falling, extending his hand out as the small flakes land on the palm of his hand, quickly melting in his warm hands. He smiles softly to himself, stepping into the empty streets, street lights on as they guided him down the dark streets. Y/n’s flight back home was a private one, having enough to afford the flight in order to return back home to the Winchesters. He had invited the brothers to join him but Dean still had a fear for flying and Sam couldn’t leave his brother behind, the two were a package deal and if neither could him then they’ll have to stay. Y/n didn’t mind their decision and understood why they would stay behind, after everything they’ve been through they deserved a break, finally.

Y/n continued to do his own work, helping out necromancer or any other magic user that asked for his help. He couldn’t refuse their pleading and would jump into the task, getting things done and getting paid enough to afford his living and some food too. If he was generous he’d sometimes finish the task for free without any charge, not really needing the money.

When he reaches the bus stop he’s quick to check the time, making sure that he didn’t miss it since he was alone, waiting. He lets out a breath, pulling his coat tight against his body, trying to escape the cold and find some warmth in his own clothes. His gaze is focused on the falling snow that he doesn’t hear the sound of flapping wings.

“I found you.”

Y/n is startled at the cheerful voice, looking over his shoulder to see Jack Kline sitting on the bench, arms crossed over his chest as he shivers from the cold. Y/n chuckles and slips his coat off, sacrificing his only coat in order to keep the god warm. He steps over and placed his coat over Jacks shoulders, smiling at him from underneath his scarf. “What brings you here, Jack? Shouldn’t you be back in heaven managing work?” He questions, raising a brow.

Jack sniffles, slipping his arms through the coat sleeves and adjusting. “Actually, I wanted to check up on you—you see, while you were gone both Sam and Dean were struggling with a hunt—I would jump in and help but I’ve been busy so, I wanted to see if you’d like a ride back to the brothers? Perhaps help them?”

Y/n stares at him with a shocked expression not knowing what to say. He’s seems the brothers deal with many hunts before, good and bad, nothing ever stopped them from finishing the job and never gave up. But, with Jack appearing and asking for his help caused him to worry, afraid that it was something they aren’t able to finish.

“Is it bad? Are either of them hurt?” He’s quick to question, thinking of any possible way that they’d be hurt or in trouble.

“Don’t worry, it’s not bad just—difficult to solve.” Jack shrugs his shoulders, reaching out to take his hand into his own, giving a shy smile. “Let me take you home.” He offers again.

Y/n sighs in defeat, how could he refuse him? Before, Jack took the title of god he was the one who helped the poor kid with his abilities, become his only close friend and someone he could trust and talk too. Jack always approached him when it came towards human life, asking about the way humans function and what he can do to be like them. The kid was still new to everything and to suddenly become god must be weighing him down a little.

“Of course.” Y/n says with a faint smile.

In a blink of an eye he’s standing outside the bunker, back in Kansas. It wasn’t snowing there yet but the night was still cold, harsh winds blowing the two. Jack had returned his coat back to him, wrapping it around him as he gives a cheerful smile. “Take care of them, please? They’re all I have.” Jack cared deeply for the brothers, the two raised him and taught him everything. He sees them more as parents then brothers, loving them deeply and caring for them too.

“I will.” Y/n promises, giving Jack one last smile before the god disappears. He shivers from the wind, standing alone in the empty street as he makes his way inside the bunker, unlocking the door and pushing it open. He’s greeted by the warm air, sighing in relief as his tense shoulders relax. Once he closed the door behind him he’s quick to remove the scarf and coat, opening the second door that stood in his way and into the bunker where he stands on top of the stairs, looking down at the two brothers who sat on the table, surrounded by books and open computers.

“Hello boys.” He calls out, getting their attention. Sam is the first to sit up from his seat, smiling at his presence. “Welcome back!” He greets in return as Y/n walks down the steps, setting his coat and bag on the empty chair next to Dean. “It’s good to be back—actually I have to make a quick call.” He reminds himself that he’s to cancel his private flight and to pay the pilot too.

“So, what you do in London?” Dean is the first to ask, shutting the book in front of him and tossing it on the table.

“The usual.” Y/n responds, texting away in his phone and sending a message to his private pilot instead and sending the money through before turning to face Dean, smiling at him. “Johanna says Hi.” Both Sam and Dean had only met Johanna a couple of times, usually by coincidence but her and Dean got along very well.

“Did she gets me anything?” Dean grins, wiggling his brows as he holds his hands out, expecting a gift from the necromancer but instead is handed a dollar from Y/n. “Mm, nope.” He pops the P, smirking at Dean. “But, I did get something for Sam.”

This gets the youngest brothers attention. “You got me something?” He’s confused but also surprised by this gesture. Y/n unzips his bag and pulls out the book that Johanna gave him as part of the reward. He hands Sam the large book as he explains. “Johanna found another book by the men of letters during her own time. As you know she despises them—expect us, of course.” He chuckles. “She wanted me to take it and thought you’d like it.”

Sam holds the book in his hands, flipping through the pages that are full of records and information about the groups previous hunting and research. “Wow, thank you.”

“Nerd.” Dean mumbled out, pocketing the dollar as he focused back on his own reading. Sam rolled his own eyes, attention back to the book that he was given. Y/n hums in satisfaction and glanced at their work, raising a brow at what they were researching. “What’s all this about?” He takes one of the books, reading through the open pages and looking up at the two brothers.

Dean is the first to speak up. “We got a call from an old friend, telling us that one of his kids was having strange dreams—probably nightmares. We thought it was something normal since everyone dreams until the Kid fell into a coma.” The older Winchester sighs deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Before she fell in a coma she told her parents that she kept seeing a lady with butterfly wings and an hour glass that slowly counted the hours.”

Y/n tilts his head, confused but also intrigued. “How long had this child been in a coma?”

“About a month.” Sam cuts in. “She wasn’t sick or showed any signs of being put in a coma. The kid was perfectly healthy and the next day she’s in a coma.”

“They think it’s a Baku,” Dean shows him another open book of an animal like creature. “That can’t be right, a Baku protects the dreamers and leaves once the evil is gone. No, that can’t be it.” He mumbled, reading the passage and frowning at the research. “No, this is something else it’s not a Baku it has to be something else.”

“Well, what else could it be?”

Y/n thinks and asks himself what else it could be that is causing the child to fall into a coma. His eyes widen, coma, that’s it! He scrambled to take Sam’s laptop without asking, getting a surprised ‘hey’ from him as he types away. “Is it possible that she has the sleepy sickness?”

“The what?”

“The sleepy sickness, it happened back in 1926. Hundreds of children including men and women fell into a deep sleep, never waking up. Not a single doctor or nurses could wake them up.” He explains, shaking the brothers the Research he pulled up online.

“Do you know what caused the sickness.” Sam asks, interested but still confused.

Y/n sets the laptop down, frowning deeply. “Yes.” He knows what caused the sickness and realization brings a deep worry in him. “I need to contact someone—if I even can.”

“Whoa, slow down.” Dean placed his hands on his shoulders, stopping him from going anywhere. “Who do you need, Sam and I can help.”

“Yeah, we promised this friend that will help his daughter.”

Y/n sighs to himself. “It’s complicated.”

“Come on, y/n. It’s us—“ Dean gestured to himself and Sam. “What isn’t ever complicated that we can’t understand.”

Dean was right, both brothers have seen and been through everything and knowing about something new wouldn’t change their perspective about everything. The two were always up for a challenge and knowing about this issue that they suddenly had a hard time handling.

Y/n looks at the two brothers, nodding at them as he sits down, gesturing to the empty seats that the two brothers take, sitting down and ready to listen.

“Rodrick Burgess was a magic user back in 1926, using his books and spells to try and summon death. Rumor says that he didn’t capture death but instead something far more evil and dangerous—people claimed that he captured the devil himself, keeping it locked away in his basement and being granted immortality.” He explains to the brothers. “Burgess was known and famous for the capture of the devil, but not everyone knew that his words and stories were all lies. He never captured the devil nor death, instead he captured something far more different and powerful.”

“What did he capture?” Sam asks.

Y/n glanced at him, grinning a little. “A dream.”

“A dream?” Dean raised a brow, not buying it.

“Well, not exactly a dream, but The dream—Dream of the Endless, Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, The Sandman.” Y/n takes notice of Deans expression changing into a surprised one before laughing. “The sandman? Seriously.” He wasn’t believing him.

“Yes Dean, the sandman. Rodrick Burgess captured Lord Morpheus for a hundred years and during that time the sleepy sickness came to be in the twenties, because of Burgess greed and foolish acts he endangered humanity causing the death of many innocent lives. Without Dreams humanity can crumble.” His soft eyes harden, sharply turning to Sam. “Sam when you first started hunting with your father and Dean you had nightmares constantly, right?”

Sam swallows nervously. “Yes.”

“And did they ever go away?”

“I—not really no.”

“That’s because Morpheus wasn’t released until recently, returning back to his realm after a hundred years. Your nightmares remained—tell me, what did this nightmare look like?” Y/n leans forward, elbows on the table as he propped his chin on his hand, eyeing Sam as the poor brother grows uncomfortable.

“I don’t know.” He’s quick to say.

“Did he wear sunglasses? Perhaps wore a tailored white suit who came up to the victims and threatened them with a knife. What color were their eyes?”

Sam’s eyes widen at the memory of the nightmare, shocked that Y/n knew exactly how they looked liked. “He didn’t have eyes he had—“

“Mouth as eyes.” The two day in unison, shocking the younger brother. “How did you know that?”

“Because I met him, his name was Corinthian. A very troublesome nightmare.” Y/n remembers the Corinthian, pesky little nightmare who brought terror to many dreamers but he couldn’t do anything to stop the nightmare. He was Morpheus greatest creation and who knew if the Corinthian will ever be created again after the disaster and trouble he caused.

“Look, If you want my help with this child then I have to find Morpheus or get his attention somehow.” He stands from his seat and collects the books around him, hoping to use them to find a way to summon Morpheus. “Out of curiosity, did you see or feel anything when you saw this child?” He hopes to find something that’ll get his attention and help them faster.

“Nothing really, room showed nothing unusual. Parents were doing fine.” Said Dean, shrugging his shoulders at the younger man. “There was a crow though.”

“A Raven.” Sam corrected Dean. “Same thing.” Dean shot back but Sam glares at his own brothers. “No it’s not—“

“A raven you say?” Y/n cuts in, earning a nod from both brothers. This causes a smile to grow on his face, dropping the books and collecting his coat. “Drive me there.” He demands the two brothers, not giving them time to protest as he makes his way to the garage where he finds the impala and quickly jumps into the back. Both brothers quickly get some warm clothes on and start up the impala, Dean driving them out of the garage and onto the road, driving them to their friends house.

It was mid afternoon and the streets were empty, humans working and doing their own things while they continued on with their hunt. The ride their took a few minutes, giving Y/n the time to think about his next step. It’s been awhile since he’s last spoken or seen Morpheus, the dream lord far too busy handling his realm and duties. After Y/n heard about the Burgess stories he grew curious to know more, leaving the Winchesters brothers on their own, parting ways and finding his way to London. Finding out that the stories and rumors told were semi-true as an Endless stayed trapped in the old man’s basement.

Y/n had found a way to slither inside the manor, taking a job and sneaking into the basement where he finds Dream of the endless, locked away in a glass globe with no clothes on, exposed to the guards that watched over him every night and day. That same night that he found Dream was the same night that he freed him, knowing that the endless wouldn’t hurt him unless given a good reason. After Dream was given his freedom again he had disappeared from his life only to show up again in less than a day to ask for his help on finding his tools and repairing his kingdom.

During their time together they grew close, changing dreams perspective of humans and how not everyone was considered cruel. He stuck by Dreams side until it was his time to return back to the Winchesters.

“Will I see you again?” Morpheus was the one to ask him.

“Perhaps in my dreams.” Was his only response before the two went their separate ways.

It’s been months now since they’ve last spoken and Y/n had seen Morpheus in his dreams, perhaps the endless was far too busy to pay him a visit but hopefully he’s able to see him now that a friend is in trouble. When they arrive to the house, impala parked on the side of the road as Y/n steps out, followed by the two brothers as he looks at his surroundings.

“What are you looking for, exactly?” Dean asks, slipping his hands in the pockets of his coat and leaning against the car as he watched him. Sam does the same, crossing his leg over the other and leans over to whisper to Dean. “Sure he hasn’t gone crazy?” Dean snorts.

“For a raven.” Y/n answers, eyes casting from the trees to the roof of the house, stepping closer as he squints his eyes to see a familiar black raven perched in front of a window hiding behind a tree. “Matthew?” He calls out.

The ravens head perks up at the sound of his name, head turning and tilting.

“Matthew!” He calls out again, waving his hand at the raven. The creature doesn’t think twice as he flies away from the window and towards Y/n, landing in the white wooden fence. “Well, well, I didn’t think I’d see you again, mage.” The raven ruffled his feathers while Y/n chuckles at Matthews words. “Mage?” He questions.

“What? I don’t know what else to call a magic user let alone a cool one that actually knows how to use magic, unlike Constantine.” Matthews voice is full of dislike towards the name, still not having a liking towards Johanna after the struggle they had with regaining Morpheus’ sand.

Y/n rolls his eyes at the raven. “I’ll accept mage, for now.” He challenged the raven to find him a suitable name the next time they meet. “Anyways, I’m here to speak with Morpheus, is he to see by any chance?” His eyes gaze into the ravens dark eyes, hoping to find a trace of the dream lord.

As Matthew concentrated on seeking Morpheus both Winchester brothers watched with wide eyes while Dean opened and closed his mouth when he heard the raven speak with Y/n. “Are we going to ignore the talking raven?!” He exclaims, startling Matthew as he shakes his head. “I can feel him in my head—still not use to it.” He caws at Y/n, glancing at the two brothers. “They with you? If not then I made a huge mistake and the boss won’t be to happy.”

“They are with me.” Y/n reassured the raven not wanting him to get into any trouble. Matthew caws again. “Good, don’t want to be in any trouble…again.” Even though Morpheus had grown to like his new companion it still didn’t mean that he couldn’t get into an trouble and get away with it.

“It’s alright, if Morpheus is too busy then I understand i won’t bother him anymore.” Y/n gives the raven a faint smile, not wanting to pressure Matthew into focusing his boss to see him.

“I’ll never be to busy to see you.”

The familiar deep and soothing voice gets his attention, turning around to see Lord Morpheus himself standing only a few feet away from him. His hands inside his black coat and with a rare faint smile on his face, one that he’s only seen once. “Morpheus.” Y/n says his name like a prayer.

“Y/n.” Morpheus says back, letting the familiar name slip from his lips as the two finally reunite after some time apart. “You called for my help.”

“I did.” He turns to the two brothers, clearing his throat as he introduced them. “This is Sam and Dean Winchester, family and close friends of mine.”

“Yes, I know who they are.” Morpheus narrows his eyes at them. “I’ve read their stories and dreams various times, one of my dreams has a liking towards that one.” His main focus is on Dean who squirms in place. “I’m sorry, but did you say Dream?”

Morpheus doesn’t respond, stoic face coming back again as he eyes the brother up and down. His intimidating gaze frightening him even more until they shift to the older one, Sam Winchester. Morpheus had also read his dreams, gaze softening, the dream lord had seen his dreams and nightmares, mainly nightmares and couldn’t help but grow a little disappointed at the taller man. He was shown his true nightmares by the Corinthian for years, hoping to encourage Sam into confronting them in his real life but he never did. In the end he continued to fear, taking up years of courage to finally face them.

“What kind of help were you seeking?” Morpheus ignores the brothers and focused back on Y/n, ready to help him in any way possible. “There is a child who I need to look into.” Y/n starts. “She fell into a coma a few days ago but before she did she mentioned a dream she was having—a women with the wings of a butterfly.”

Morpheus huffs out a faint chuckle, turning to face the house where the child lies in bed, sleeping. Matthew had flown to his side, landing on his shoulder after gaining the trust of the dream lord and granted permission to do so. “Gault.” He simply says.

“Your nightmare?”

“Not anymore, I have turned her into a dream for it is something that she wished, wanting a new change.”

“Wait, what exactly this dream doing to the kid?” Sam is the first to ask, getting the dream lords attention. “Gault has the ability to shift into any form, taking the shape of what the dreamer desires most. She brings them good dreams.” Morpheus sighs. “Gault reports me the dreams that she gives the child and she is happy and at peace within the dreaming.”

“I thought dreamers couldn’t enter the dreaming and that only powerful beings and your creations were welcomed.” Y/n is confused by this. Yes, he had the chance to visit the dreaming a few times due to Morpheus permission but why was this child granted permission? Did this child hold something special inside of them that caught the dream lords attention?

Morpheus agrees with Y/n. “My creations and whoever else I welcome is allowed into the dreaming but this is something different, something out of my control.” He explains.

“Is there a way that we can wake her up?” Asked Dean, standing next to Y/n as the three spoke to the dream lord.

Morpheus sighs deeply, gaze turning to Matthew who only lowered his head, getting the message that the child is never to wake up. “No.” Morpheus says. “The child cannot be woken up nor will she ever be woken up.”

“Why not?”

“Because, the child’s time is up.” Another soft voice cuts in as Death stands behind her brother, giving them all a sad smile.

“Who are you?” Dean glares at death, having no idea that he’s staring down death herself.

Death laughs at the Winchester brothers. “You two are slippery and always escaping my grasp, I’m surprised you’ve made it this far.” She points out, raising even more questions between the brothers until Y/n leans over to whisper to the two. “This is Death, Morpheus oldest sister.”

“This is death?!” Shouted Dean, earning an embarrassed blush from the mage who avoids his gaze while death smiles. “Yes I am, now. Again, you two are slippery—always cheating me. You aren’t using anything to stop me are you?”

“Would the god of heaven count?” Y/n asks, curious to know. At the mention of heaven the sudden memory of Jack come to the brothers, wondering if it’s Jack that’s preventing them from dying and escaping death everyday, could Jack even do that?

“God himself?” Death thinks, “I’ve only met him once when I was allowed to visit the Silver city. Heard rumors the a new god had taken over the city and I can help it but say that this new god is a lot better than the last.”

“That’s our Jack.” Dean says with pride, smiling proudly as he nudged Y/n while the mage rolled his eyes. “I doubt Jack would break the rules for you two, perhaps it’s pure coincidence that you escape Death everyday.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Their conversation is broken when Matthew caws, flying on the sky as he circled the small crowd. Morpheus looks up at his raven and frowns, lowering his head to focus his gaze on Y/n who understood his expression. “I’m guessing it’s almost time.” He whispers.

“Time? No—isn’t their a way?” Sam understanding the meaning of time and knows why this was all happening. “She’s just a kid—her parents are in there and waiting.” He pleads, eyes full of desperation as he looks at the two Endless siblings.

“I’m sorry Sam, but there is nothing that can be done.” Death tells him, giving him small pat in his arm, comforting him and letting him know that this was her duty and she couldn’t change it.

“The child won’t be alone, Death will be with her and she is in the dreaming where she enjoys her last moments in a world that she creates.” Morpheus lets the brothers know that the child won’t die in vein. “She will be at peace, I’m sorry that I couldn’t help.” He directs his last sentence to Y/n who already knew about their duties. They had no control over it and could not break the rules for a child who’s time was approaching. “It’s not your fault, it’s understandable.” He reassured morpheus.

Death gives them all one last smile before sighing to herself, approaching the house and entering the home, welcoming herself inside as she continues with her own duties. Morpheus had seen his sisters work and knew that she’d bring the child to a much better realm with far better peace. When his sister disappeared into the home he turns back to Y/n, giving him a small nod. “I apologize that I wasn’t much help.”

“Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your fault. These things happen, it was her time and you gave her the best dreams as a farewell.” Y/n smiles at Morpheus. “I’m proud of you, Morpheus. For making a change.” He knew that the dream lord was adjusting to changes in himself and his realm, improving his methods and providing new dreams and nightmares.

Y/n stands next to his side, shoulder to shoulder as they stared at the house, waiting for death to finish up. “You never did visit my dreams.” He suddenly blurts out, pulling a laugh from the lord. “I owe you an apology, my duties kept me busy but I’ll make sure to visit tonight.”

“Promise?”

Morpheus leans forward, pressing his forehead against the mages. “Always.”

#male reader #lord morpheus x male reader #lord morpheus x reader #the sandman x male reader #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless x male reader #lord of dreams #dream x male reader #dream of the endless #tom sturridge x reader #tom sturridge #dc imagines #crossover #sam winchester x male reader #dean winchester x male reader #supernatural x male reader

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mrcowboydeanwinchester · 1 year

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amara brings back mary. but imagine if she brought mary back and mary came back wrong. imagine mary comes back into being with the body of the woman about to burn on the ceiling but no memory of the six years before that. she doesn't remember sam. she doesn't remember dean. she remembers marrying john and sneaking out hunting and being 23 years old. and she looks at dean and she asks who are you and he says i'm your son and she says no. i haven't got a son. what does dean do then. what does mary do. she has a family she does not know, who remember a tragedy she has forgotten

#but imagine it comes back to her in flashes #she dreams of burning #she stands in the kitchen and hovers her hand over the stove and imagines how it felt #she gets visceral memories from the scent of pie. she remembers feeling the strongest love she's ever felt #she remembers a tiny smiling child #and then it's gone again. and there's a grown man in front of her #telling her he is her son #jesus CHRIST #mary winchester #dean and mary #sam and mary #ola.txt

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 2 years

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Let's celebrate!

~ dreaming-about-fanfiction's wedding celebration

I'm getting married on October 1st and I recently hit 3.5k followers, so I want to celebrate with you! Thank you for all the support and love you have shown my fics! 🧡

Fandoms for this celebration: Sandman, Bridgerton, The Witcher, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Star Trek, Stranger Things (I want to start writing for the fandom eventually, so I already included it in the celebration).

My Masterlists

Rules: No rules, you can send me as many asks as you want (has to be a reasonable amount of course).

The celebration is open from September 26th to October 3rd.

Send me an ask with a ...

... 👰‍♀️: Moodboards ~ send me a personality trait and a character. I'll make a moodboard and write a short scene for it. For example: Morpheus x bookish!reader

... 💍: Ships ~ send me a short description of yourself and I'll tell you who I ship you with. Please include fandom and gender preference (optional).

... 💐: Blurbs ~ send me an idea or thought and I'll write a short fanfic. Can be fluff, smut, angst, etc.

... 🧡: I tell you three things I associate with you (or your blog if we haven't spoken yet).

(Mutual appreciation under cut.)

Lastly, thank you to all my mutuals! Whether we've just met or have known each other for a long time, whether we talk a lot or just comment on each others fics, tumblr wouldn't be half as much fun without you 🧡

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Peace: multifandom Imagine

Just some doting and taking care of whatever character you may think of.

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If it wasn’t for the street light seeping through the half veiled window the room would be completely dark.

He could never understand why she insisted on letting it in, even at night.

Most of the people were rather fond of limiting any indication of city life as soon as they get back from the whole day of work, tired and stressed, ready to drop the official clothes, jump into hoodies and sweatpants and get some rest. Nighttime was the moment to cut all the stimuli.

She was different.

When he asked her about it one time, wondering how it was possible that all those reflections and neon signs did not interrupt her sleep she only smiled lightly in response.

“I love looking at them.” She explained “they remind me that even when life seems crazy and fast-paced there’s always a moment to stop and reflect on it. Come here” she reached towards him to bring him closer. “Just look outside” she faced the window and looked at the street below, her eyes glistening, tiniest of smiles lingering on her face “See? So peaceful. So…. beautiful.”

He could not stop himself from wrapping arms around her from behind and pulling her close to his chest and kissing her shoulder with feather light kisses. God, he loved her. Words could never describe the warmth and swelling of his heart whenever she was near, and the longing and aching when she was away. He loved the calmness that came with her presence, the inner sense of belonging that she never failed to bring him.

And now, in the middle of the night she was lying in his arms, holding onto him for dear life, subconsciously searching for him even in her dreams. Tired after spending almost 10 hours at shift at work which was highly demanding of her on so many levels.

And as usual, her closeness brought him thoughts.

He had his share of traumatic events in the life.

Ones that left him scarred, broken, incomplete.

Afraid.

Touch starved.

Both with body and soul.

For so long, the first thing on his mind when someone tried to get past his barricades was pain, endless pain and suffering.

Impulse to run away.

He craved hugs and embraces and yet could never accept them from anyone.

And then, she came into his life out of nowhere, tearing all his walls down, not even trying, making him addicted.

He shifted slightly to the side to face her sleeping figure. No make –up on, messy hair, a print of pillow on her cheek and a single light ray enlightening her features making her look angelic, innocent, gentle….. She would hate being called like this. It was the side she was trying to hide at work, showing it only to the people close to her. To him.

How did he end up here? With her by his side?

He sighed deeply, consumed by all the emotions.

“Y/N” he muttered quietly, careful not to wake her. Her name just sounded right on his mouth and he absolutely adored the way it rolled of his tongue, sounding like a prayer he could never stop saying.

“I’m here….” She whispered back, moving closer, aware of the thoughts that started creeping inside his mind “Is it ok if ….?”

“Yes, yes, please….”

Without any further hesitation she embraced him fully, mindful of how emotionally heavy it was for him to be touched. Still. After all this time. It was like memories were carved in his brain, even after all the endless nights spend on love making and exploring each other’s body, caressing, holding him, silently assuring that touch can be loving, not just aimed at causing damage. Trying to replace bad past, to create better associations.

Constant reassurance which she was patiently giving him.

His breath hitched slightly when he felt soft hands reaching his bared chest.

“It’s ok….” She whispered, her fingertips massaging the skin there. “I won’t hurt you. Just tell me what you feel….”

“I feel you.”

“And how’s that?” she insisted with the calmest voice she could produce despite her frantically beating heart.

“I want more of you…. Always…..”

“You have me. I’m not going anywhere.” Now she propped herself on the elbow to look straight at him, her hair falling onto one side, exposing one of her shoulders. “I love you….” She whispered.

“I…..” he stumbled

“It’s ok if you can’t say it.” She assured, caressing his cheek “I understand.”

“I need you…..” he whined, hands finding her waist and gripping tightly, eyes begging for more of her hands on his body, her attention, her affection. He was so selfish for asking her this. She should be resting and not doting on him. He should be her pillar, not the other way round. But at this moment, she was so much stronger than him that he could not help it, but surrender to her love.

“I know.” she laid back down, her head on his chest, hands moving in circles “Sleep, my poor boy. I’ll take care of you……I’ll always take care of you……”

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harmonity-vibes · 2 years

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Author: Harmonity-vibes

A/N: I wrote this Imagine for fun and... just for fun. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

IMAGINE : Dean is always dreaming when you do research with him.

- Hey Dean, are you listening?

- Oh yes always darling...uh I mean (Y/n).

- And what did I say then? You said with a smile

- A very good question...

A/N : What were you thinking Dean? 😉😏

#spn imagine #(y/n)#dream #jensen ackles #dean winchester imagines #dean x reader

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starlite-png · 8 months

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(Yet another random normal au idea)

Sam Winchester quits law school after the tragic death of his fiance. Chasing nothing and not knowing what to do, he moves around until he meets Ruby in some city. He finds solace in her, even as she drags him into addiction and involves him in her business with the local gang, but he's too out of mind with grief to care. His addiction spirals and debt to his dealer piles up. He doesn't have the money and just doesn't care enough to worry about being killed for not paying up, so he continues to fall and accepts his fate. The last thing he expected to see when they finally did drag him away was to see his estranged older brother, but what's worse is watching helplessly as Dean makes a deal trading his own freedom for Sam's life.

Eileen Leahy is a private detective determined to find justice for her parents' death at the hands of a gang run by Azazel. Due to her own deafness, she befriends a mute man who lives in her apartment complex. Over time, Dean becomes like a brother to her, and her one refuge from the path of vengeance she's on.

When Dean is seemingly kidnapped by the same gang that killed her parents, Eileen searches tirelessly for her friend. In her search for answers, she finds out that not only does Dean's younger brother live in the city, but he also has connections to Azazel's gang. She tracks him down, finding him holed up in a run-down motel in the midsts of withdrawal. She soon realizes through his manic ramblings and frenzied explanations that Dean had been found by Azazel and threatened him to pay for his brother's debt if he didn't want Sam to die.

Dean Winchester gave up on his dreams in order to stay and take care of his dying father. Its rough work, the man had been abusive since Deans mother had died, and money was always tight with all the medical bills. Isolated for years and increasingly dissillustioned with life, he finds himself unable to speak more than the few words he is required. After John dies, he runs away to the city, unable to stay in the house where he had been hurt so much and trying to give life one last chance. Using the money he got from selling his old house, he pursues his dream and moves into an apartment complex in tbe city. There, he meets a deaf private detective who becomes like a sister to him. He's going through a rough patch, struggling with his trauma and his nearly non-existent career, when a knock comes to his door in the middle of the night. A man named Azazel is at his door. The gang leader and his goons force their way inside and inform Dean that his little brother Sam is in debt with their gang. Seeking compensation, Azazel demands the money from Dean, but bring unable to pay, Azazel offers an alternative. Dean could save his brother's life by paying with his freedom: by working at a local 'club' run by a sleezy gang member named Alistair. Dean doesn't have to think about it; Sam may have abandoned him, but Dean would still do anything to look after his little brother.

Cue Sam and Eileen taking down Azazels gang, falling in love, growing as people, and meeting friends and foes along the way (including Castiel: one of the only detectives in the police force who's not corrupt and Rowena: a member of the gang whos seeking to take them down from the inside and many more).

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #eileen leahy #spn normal au #spn au #spn fic ideas #deans dream career is being a landscape painter btw #or whatever #thats just what i imagine for this lol

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