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The lack of Nick stories on here is really depressing

#inneedofnicholasgalitzinestoriesbeforeidie

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Our little family

Pairings: dad!Evan Buckley x mom!reader

Summary: your little family with Buck (might make this a series)

Warning: fluff, mentions of breastfeeding, I think that’s it

At only 36 weeks pregnant, your daughter decided to make an early appearance, while it shocked the both of you, you were both happy with your healthy, tiny, baby girl, Celia Reign Buckley, you were both scared of it being rough but she has been nothing but a calm baby, whenever she was hungry her cries were never that loud and she wouldn’t cry for hours, when breastfeeding her, she was always gentle, she was never too rough with you For the past 2 months

That was until a few weeks ago, she started fussing a lot, crying more often, crying louder then usual, and here you were, holding a crying baby in your arms

The sun hasn’t even gone up yet and your daughter was crying her eyes out, you and Buck tried everything, you tried feeding her, changing her, singing her a song, yet nothing calmed her down

“Buck seriously go sleep you have work in the morning” you said, practically whispering while rocking your baby as you were afraid that any loud noise would make Celia cry even louder

“I’m not sleeping until she’s passed out” he sighed, his head thrown back as he pinched the bridge of his nose “here, give her to me”

You gently passed Celia to Buck and sat next to him and laid your head on his shoulder, he rested her head on his other shoulder as he patted her back with his hand while his other arm was below her bum, holding her closer to him if possible as he was slowly drifting

He didn’t pay attention to her cries slowly turning into whimpers, you gently nudged his elbow to grab his attention, when he opened his eyes he noticed his daughter practically clinging to his shirt, the side of her face pressed up against his chest and her thumb inside her mouth, sucking on it as if it was her pacifier, you both smiled at the sight of her your hand came up to gently replaced her thumb with her pacifier and stroked her cheek with your thumb “she’s definitely going to have your personality”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He said while looking at you acting like he was offended

“I mean come on Buck, you literally cuddle me at any give time you have, I’m not surprised she got this from you, I’m just surprised she’s getting it now” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at you while you quietly chuckled and laid you head on his shoulder once again as you started to drift off on the couch with the both of them next to you

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In the morning you were woken up to the smell of coffee, you realized that you were now laying down on the couch with your daughter on your chest still asleep, you kissed her forehead before gently sitting up and walking to the kitchen, still holding on to Celia

“Morning” your voice was still filled with sleep as you sat on one of the stools in the kitchen

Buck walked over to you with one cup of coffee in his hand and a glass of water in the other, placing them both down, he placed a kiss on your lips but was shortly interrupted as Celia started to stir and fuss “looks like someone’s waking up”

She shortly opened her eyes and it didn’t take long before she her soft cries filled the room, indicating that she was ready for her breakfast

Her cries didn’t last long as you adjusted her body against your breast so she could eat, kissing her tiny knuckles as she starting eating

“I called work and told them I won’t be able to come today and thought we could maybe spend the entire day together you know, just the three of us” Buck said, breaking the silence that was often broken by the sound of Celia eating

“That sound nice” a smile was plastered on your face as you looked at Buck, he nodded as he took one last sip of coffee, he placed the empty cup in the sink and kissing your lips one last time and kissing Celia’s forehead before sitting next to you on another stool

You both watch in awe as your daughter ate, her eyes were wide open, looking at the both of you with her blue eyes that get got from her father, her beautiful Y/C/H hair that was slowing growing on her head, she was a beautiful mix of the both of you and you couldn’t feel more proud about it

Proud of your little family

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A/n: I’m thinking of making this a series, and please since I’m new to writing, feedback would be amazing, I’m also creating a tags list if you wanna be apart of it <33

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A broken promise (Dean Winchester)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x wife!reader

Summary: Losing someone you deeply care about can never be forgotten

A/n: I wanted to apologize yet again for not posting or making any stories, this summer has been chaotic with moving and I wasn’t able to find the energy to write any stories but I’ll try to work on the at soon :))

Warnings: angst, mention of stab wounds, mention of characters death, mention of blood, mention of unborn child’s death

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

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“I promise I’ll be ok”

we’re the last words Dean heard from Y/N Y/L/N, the love of his life

Since you, Sam and dean had decided to take a break from hunting you had the opportunity to go for walks like you used to

Today was no different from any other night, going on a 15 minute walk, although Dean was always worried something would happen, he never expected something to really happen

It was odd, you felt like you were being followed and watched, you tried to brush off that feeling but the sharp pain you felt in your lower abdomen worried you even more, you looked down to see a knife, deep inside of your abdomen, you started to lose balance

You started to lose conscious

You felt your body drop to the floor, you felt as if time was going slower each second, you felt the pain getting stronger, slowly spreading through your body as u felt yourself getting soaked in your own blood

This is it

You didn’t know how much time as past, but you knew it was long enough to scare Dean

Everything was blurry, everything sounded so far away from you

Dean was familiar with the path you always walked on, and when he realized that you were 20 minutes late he knew that something happened

Something bad

He tried calling you but he was left with a voicemail, he didn’t hesitate to go out and look for you

You could hear someone screaming, you couldn’t tell how close they were, you just kept staring at the dark sky, you hoped and prayed that someone would see you and save you

It’s like someone heard your prayer but it was too late

By the time dean found you, you were drenched in your own blood, letting out short breaths, constantly going in and out of conscious, you felt strong arms wrap around you and laying you down on their lap

Dean

You couldn’t help but smile weakly at him, as your vision focused, you could see dean, with tears streaming down his face, his phone to his ear

Calling for help

You knew it was too late, he did too but he didn’t want to accept the fact that he had to let you go, he hoped help would get there in time to save his family

You tried to say his name but it only came out as a whimper, although it was quiet, it was loud enough for him to hear, as he looked down at you, more tears fell from his eyes, he saw the weak smile that was plastered on your face, blood on your lips, tired eyes

It was truly too late

“Sweetheart just hang on a bit alright? Helps on the way I promise” his voice broke, he gently cupped your face while his other hand was on your stomach where your stab wound was located, and your child, wiping the tears that had managed to fall from your eyes

He just stared at you, you tried to speak but he shushed you, knowing it’ll hurt even more

He knew, you knew

“Sweetheart, just stay with me a little longer” he said through sobs, you gathered all the energy you had to bring your hand up and cup his cheek, his heart shattered, he couldn’t let you go, he couldn’t, he needed you

Your breathing started to slow down, your arm grew weaker, he didn’t want this to end, it couldn’t, he help your hand that was on his cheek and kissed the palm of it

He prayed over and over again

He felt you die, he felt your hand loosening the grasp on his hand, he watched as your eyes went empty, he watched as you took your last breath, he watched every singly second of it and he couldn’t hold the loud sob that left his lips, he brought your body closer to him, desperately hugging you, begging you to wake up, his hand was holding the back of your head, gently rocking you

He could feel someone’s hand on his shoulder, Sam’s voice filling his ear, telling him to let go, he couldn’t, he couldn’t leave you

He could feel the paramedics pulled your body away from him, no, no please no, he sat there, your blood in his hands, shirt

Everywhere

He felt Sam pull him up to his feet, he just turned around and hugged his brother, the only family he had left, more tears streamed down his face as realization hit him

You were never coming home

He would never feel the comfort of you cuddling him in your sleep, he’ll never feel the way your lips were always soft against his, he’ll never hear your laugh again,

he’ll never see you again

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He stood over your grave, standing there for hours, unable to move, speak or even cry, everything was drained from him, he lost two people he loved, his wife, and unborn child

Beloved friend, wife and daughter

You were only 12 weeks, Dean was so happy when you told him you were pregnant, now he stands over the grave, of not only one person, but two

“Dean come on it’s getting late now” he hears sam speak from behind him, it was getting dark, he let out a deep breath, took one last look at your grave before heading the car, with your necklace in his hand, he was angry, upset and tired, he had to avenge you

But you still broke your promise.

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A/n: this was in my draft for so long so I decided to post this for now until I decide my next post 😣