The Clementine (Michael Gray X Reader)

The clementine (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: : 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

Warnings: none + Little anon, I know I’m super late for this one and I’m so sorry that it’s not as good as you hoped (and it’s short...), but I didn’t wanted to make you wait longer :( ♡

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. :)

PART 2 

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From the age of three, you came at the orphanage. Your mother had just died and your father had decided that he didn’t want to take care of you. Even if you missed your family, you loved having a lot of siblings, you had never been so surrounded by children! So how could you complain?

Everyone knows that children have pure hearts and real feelings, they don’t lie about it unlike adults. Is it possible to find your soul mate at this age? You could say yes. When you put your eyes on Michael Gray, you got hooked on him, you became best friends and more. What could be more cute than seeing children running after each other and hiding under the tables of the canteen to kiss on the mouth?

When another child came to bother you, Michael answered with words, he was already good at silencing others and sometimes he came to blows, not being afraid to get punished for you. Yet, it was only ten months later that a family came to adopt him. They had let him two days to get ready and say goodbye to his friends. You were both devastated, on the sentimental scale of a child, but destroyed. Those two days, you had spent them together. The last evening, before the meal, it was in the big garden, away from prying eyes, that he proposed to you. Hand in hand, you watched the sunset before he got down on bended knee.

"Y/N, I love you very much and I don’t want to leave. Because I love you and I don’t want you to forget me, do you want to marry me?” He asked as he took a clementine from his pocket, wrapped in a clean cloth handkerchief.

You nodded before hugging him and planting a brief kiss on his lips.

"I love you too, Mickey."

"I promise you that I will find you and one day we will marry like adults!"

Unfortunately, it was thirteen years ago. You never heard from your childhood love again, but you dreamed to see him again. He missed you. The only thing left of him was that tissue that remained intact. You had never built relationships so strongly with anyone except him. A few years later, a family also adopted you, and you were fortunate that they were adorable and understanding. At the age of sixteen, you began your research before finding the footsteps of Michael, now named Henry Johnson and living in a village on the outskirts of Sheffield.

When you managed to find the village, you quickly made some luggage and asked your adoptive mother to go there. Very sweet, she accepted but provided she came, to make sure everything went well.

The fresh air of the village was very pleasant compared to the big industrialized cities where the air was completely polluted. Even the birds sang and nature wasn’t lacking. It was very nice. Upon entering the village, you soon found a small inn. Even so, you wanted to keep your independence and do things yourself, which is why you wanted to go looking for him in the village alone. When a young man passed in front of you, you scratched your throat shyly.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone named Henry Johnson... Could you tell me where I can find him, please?"

When you met the young man's gaze, he froze and gaped for a few seconds before recovering.

"Y/N, it's me, Michael..." he murmured.

Eyes wide, it was your turn to scrutinize his eyes before you immediately took refuge in his arms.

"Oh my God... I can’t believe I found you..."

You had a lot to say to each other and he couldn’t help but to bring you to his place for dinner after you told your adoptive mother. So, you met the little Johnson family, they were nice and polite people, but you felt that something was wrong with Michael. As if... As if he was out of place. You were playing with Michael and his brother, the sun was starting to set and the dinner was coming up. Until you all three saw a man talking to Rosemary Johnson, she seemed to want to get the well-dressed man away. A man from the city and probably with money.

You followed the whole discussion and quickly understood what was going on, even if you were still behind. This man wanted to get Michael and bring him back to his real family, far from the village, far from Sheffield. When the man left and Rosemary made you go inside, you recognized a glimmer in his eyes that you had seen when you had found him a few hours earlier. He would go back to his real family, it was a certainty. Would he away from you, again? It was your biggest fear.

"I don’t want to lose you again..." you whispered hugging him.

"I have to go there. Meet my real family, my mother..." he replied with a kiss on the top of your head.

"Promise me that you will come back to me. Don’t forget that we must get married..."

"One day, I promise you.” he whispered in your ear before stealing you a tender kiss.

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

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.

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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. :)

i would love to talk to you in private bc you sound like such an amazing and interesting person to get to known but uh big problem with my parents not wanting to let me talk to anybody from the internet and shit like that idk the term privacy with my phone (thats also why i havent started an imagine blog myself, bc my parents) too so even sending asks sometimes is too risky for me but i still do it bc i love sending asks to amazing writers like you! im happy sending anons!!💛

Oh! I’m sorry! :(

I hope you parents will trust you a bit more in the near future (which depend on your age, I think) :)

will the spn imagine be up tonight? i know i know, it seems as if im trying to pressure you but im really not! my curiosity is just bigger than idk and i was wondering bc i like to know so i can be in tumblr when it gets posted!! hope u have a nice afternoon, darling!!

Nope! I didn’t have the time today (personal things to do), but I will write it for tomorrow night. I’m sorry you have to wait, I usually write faster and have more time! :/(It's past midnight in France, so when I say "night" it's at this time)