Hi, Could I Please Request A Michael Gray X Reader Where You And Him Meet At The Orphanage, When You

Hi, could I please request a Michael gray X reader where you and him meet at the orphanage, when you were young and you and him made a promise to be with each other for ever and marry each other . Then one day he is adopted by the people who adopted him, and he promises he will find you. Your about 16 and looking for a house in the village he lives and you ask for the address and he imdiatley knows it's you. He invites you to dinner , but that night Tommy gets him. You can decide if they meet up

Hi! I will write it tomorrow night or tuesday ! :)

could you do a winchester sister one in which she goes on a mission alone bc she was sure it was safe and not a big deal but when she comes back to the bunker, hurt and bleeding without anyone seeing she goes to her room trying to stop it bc shes sure she can fix herself up, but when she cant she goes to the kitchen when everyone is and tries to explain herself before she collapses in dean arms? im all for the angsty shit ajsjs

Hey! I’ll write it as soon as I can :)

Fuck you, Chuck (Dean Winchester x reader)

Request: A Dean Winchester x Reader one where Reader is pregnant, early months barely showing, and something a demon or idk gets to where they are and throws her down a set of stairs so the reader has a miscarriage? Only if you are comfortable writing those tho!! I saw that you were now making SPN Imagines thats super cool!!!

Warnings: sadness, angst, miscarriage :(  + it’s short and I’m super sorry about it... I absolutely wanted to write and post something before being too tired and to be honest, I had no idea how to write even if it was a good idea ♡

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Having a baby seemed crazy, especially for the Winchester family. Risks always rose a little higher, but you decided to keep this growing child in you, even when Dean refused. Now that he had accepted it, the tension had calmed down, even though he had set some rules for your own protection and for the baby: you could intervene in easy cases. Not being stupid, you didn’t denigrate this decision because you knew that you shouldn’t take any stupid and unnecessary risk.

Three months pregnant, your belly was almost invisible, unless you really looked and it depended on the clothes you put on. For the moment, you made sure that nobody saw your belly because you knew that it would be your weak point.

This case was supposed to be simple, nothing complicated. Dean was pretty sure you won’t be in an extreme dangerous situation, even if he had asked you to stay at home. An avenging spirit? It didn’t scare you. Your shotgun in one hand and salt in the other, you walked carefully, looking everywhere around you. When Dean called you from the ground floor of the old mansion, you headed for the stairs. While you were going downstairs, a force made you miss several steps. In a few seconds, you found yourself at the foot of the stairs. A throbbing pain took you in the back. It spread immediately almost in your whole body, but the most painful was the abdomen. Instinctively, you put your hands on your belly and tried to get up. Powerful cramps in the lower abdomen, or rather uterine contractions, gave you the impression that your uterus was imploding.

“Dean!” you screamed, panicked.

The ghost wasn’t even there anymore. As if he had succeeded in his mission... But what worried you the most was this fall. This fall not trivial since you had hurtled down the stairs violently. A smell of blood comes to you and a hot liquid flows between your thighs. When you looked down, you saw that your blue jeans had turned a crimson red between your thighs. You understood immediately. At that moment, your boyfriend came followed by Sam.

You will always remember his look in which followed surprise, anger and sadness. He didn’t waste a moment to run up to you and lift you up. It doesn’t matter if a spirit continues to kill curious teenagers, he had to take you to the nearest hospital. Even if he told you that it would be okay, you couldn’t believe it. You knew it was over. You had lost the baby. A miscarriage.

*

When you opened your eyes, the light almost blurred you; it took a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the brightness. Turning your head to the side, you saw your boyfriend by your bedside, sitting uncomfortably on a chair, asleep. You noticed that his features were much more drawn than usual and that purple rings certainly weighed down his beautiful emerald eyes. When you realized why you were in a hospital bed, you slid your hands on your stomach. Flat. More flat than usual. Flashes assailed you. The fall. Stairs. Contractions The blood. The baby…

Tears in the eyes rose and then, you burst into tears. You felt like you were so dumb! Why did you have to insist to participate in this hunt? If you accepted to stay at home, your baby would still be alive. Your heart tightened to the idea that you wouldn’t see your belly rounding, feel movements or blows and be able to take it in your arms after another six months of waiting. Your sobs woke Dean, who, immediately, took you in his arms without a word. He wasn’t good at handling so many emotions, let alone his, so the words didn’t come. He hated to see you in this condition and know that he wouldn’t have a child when he had well integrated the idea, the idea of being a father.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Dean…” you managed to say between sobs.

His hands caressed your hair with tenderness. It took a few moments for him to open his mouth without a strangled whine coming out. His vision was blurred and tears ran down his cheeks before falling on your hair.

"You couldn’t predict that... Maybe... Maybe it was meant to happen..."

He hated God, or rather Chuck, to inflict that on you. A new and difficult test in your life. In what honor? What did you do to touch happiness with your fingertips before it collapsed and only ashes remained? Nothing, it's just that fate is and always will be cruel.

This wound will take time to heal. Eventually, you’ll retry the experience. The wonderful experience of parenthood.

And fuck you, Chuck.

hii, was wondering if u got any spn imagine?? since u asked for imagines other than loki and michael i sent one but im not sure if u got it and u know tumblr has been eating ask up so yeah

Hey ! Yep, it’s in my inbox, but I always answer as soon as I know when I can write it and I write all the requests in the order they come. Don’t worry, I will do it. Just be a bit patient, normally I will write it tomorrow so you will have it tomorrow night. :)

That night I dreamed that Tom Hardy's wife was pregnant again. What I just saw? Press articles saying she's pregnant 😂

hi, just wanted to leave a little appreciation here!! to let you know what an amazing writer you are!! i hope you keep writing bc honestly i love your writing a lot even though some of the characters you write for i have no idea who they are i still read them ans try to leave a not whenever i can bc i rlly enjoy how you write and i think you should have all the appreciation bc you deserve it, and so much more, i rlly hope you have a great day and nice life and a nice tumblr experience, with love

Hey! Thank you so much for your message, that pleases me and it reassures me because I never thought my writings could interest and/or being appreciated by non Francophone people. :)

Don’t worry, I will keep writing in English as long as I can, especially this summer. :) ( and even after summer, it’s just going to be slower)

You’re so kind and you warmed my heart, little anon! So, if you’re not too shy, I will be happy to talk to you in private. ♡