Omg That Michael Imagine Was Amazing!

Omg that Michael imagine was amazing!❤️

You really think that ? I was disappointed with myself when I finished to writing it. :(

But thank you! ❤️

have you seen anne with an e?

What? :')

Hello would the clementine be a long running story?!

Hi! Nope, I’m only going to write a second part, that’s all. :)

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.

Periods part 2

Request: I received a few requests to write a second part about Michael Gray, Finn and Thomas Shelby.

Warnings: none

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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Michael Gray:

➳ Michael was intelligent and received a good education, so he knew a few things about periods, but he asked Polly some advices.

➳ He wasn’t disgusted by the blood, so if you needed to change the bed sheets or something, he never said anything.

➳ Running warm baths for you, to help you to relax all your tensed muscles and to relieve your cramps.

➳ Sometimes he cooked for the two of you, especially if you were in a bad shape:

“What are you doing, babe?”

“The Sunday roast your mom used to cook. With some hope, it will be edible!”

“Please don’t kill us...” you whispered, a little smile stretching your lips. 

“Eh! I’m not suicidal, alright? We’re not going to die of food poisoning; I’m not Finn or Isaiah.”

You couldn't help but laugh, cuddling him from behind to thank him. Luckily, his dish wasn't bad, even if it will never be as good as your mother’s.

➳ Making some yoga postures because once, an Indian man told him that it was what his wife was doing to relieve her pain.

➳ He used to massage your entire body, insisting on your lower abdomen and back, where your ovaries were killing you.

➳ Preparing an herbal tea every night before he read to you your favorite book because it made you feel so much better.

 Finn Shelby:

➳ Poor Finn never had a good education. Actually, he didn’t know how to read and write until he met you and it was the 1920s, so he had a lack of knowledge about periods and in general about how female body work.

➳ The first time you were in pain while he was present, he didn’t understand until you explained him what was happening. But he was still confused, even if he didn’t show it.

➳ Being the cutie he is, he asked Ada for some help and she told him how he could help you to cope with the pain, if he wanted to serve to something and avoid being a useless boyfriend.

➳ The second time you had your period and that he was aware, he ran to a grocery shop and bought chocolate even if it was expensive at that time. Then, he went to the florist to surprise you with your favorite flowers!

➳ He still wasn’t quite comfortable to ask you to massage your lower abdomen because he was very respectful and shy, so he just cuddled you as much as you wanted.

(A/n: I know the Finn version is super short, but seriously I didn’t know what to write... So, if you have more ideas than me, tell me in comments and I will add them (and credit you)

 Thomas Shelby:

➳ The man had so many women in his bed in the past and had truly loved two of them before you, which made him an EXPERT. He gathered the expertise of all his brothers and his cousin.

➳ He knew what kind of tea you should drink, especially chamomile tea, and what food you could eat to prevent cramps. He even made sure you were hydrated.

➳ He made you bath in warm water every morning and night to be at peace.

➳ He massaged all the right spots like a pro, you didn’t need to tell him where it hurt the most AND he kissed you at the same time. This man had a gift to understand the woman anatomy and he could charm your ovaries.

➳Tommy bought you clothes, perfume and makeup from Paris, very expensive stuff at this time, and also pastries with flowers because it was good for your morale.

➳ Spending more time with you and Charlie on the first day of your period because it drained you from your energy and it was a good excuse to be more present for you two.

➳ Joking about getting you pregnant with his third child so you won’t be on your periods for a long time, this led to a more serious discussion, the baby subject, because both of you wanted a child in common. Especially since you didn’t have your own baby by blood, even if you loved Charlie and Ruby (even if she had a mother that was still in love with Thomas) as your own children.

“Would you prefer a boy or a girl?” he asked since he already had the two.

“It doesn’t matter as long as the baby will be healthy.”

Then, trying to choose names with important meanings for both of you.

➳ Cuddling all the night, his hot hand on your lower stomach since you were the little spoon.

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. ♡