calm down kevin

Which type of friend are you?
  • Archie Andrews: Thinks they are the leader. Indecisive af. Hot but knows it. Pretty naive.
  • Betty Cooper: Smart af. Opposite of "dumb blonde" stereotype. Cinnamon roll.
  • Jughead Jones: Hipster. Writes a lot, prob has a diary. Slightly off-putting. Prefers diner food.
  • Veronica Lodge: Social butterfly. Prob bi. Hot af. Wears Louis Vuittons to school. Classy badass.
  • Josie McCoy: Not appreciated. Super talented. Sings to calm down. Sassy.
  • Kevin Keller: More than just a GBF. Underrated. Basically a puppy. Needs a hug.
  • Cheryl Blossom: Definition of extra. Fierce and fiery. Small town princess.

on the bus 

Kev: Neil come sit by me! 

Neil *sits by Andrew instead* 

Kev: oh my days after all I’ve done for you how could you humiliate me like this I have never been so insulted in my whole entire life you’re gonna regret this!!!

Addicted part 5 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: Part 5 is here guys!!! I will be having a wee break (tiny I swear) from this and Endgame, just so I can do requests and maybe find some prompts and such for you guys!!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: Same as the others <3

Word count: 1890


Jones.” Reggie said sternly, “Come with me now. We have to talk”  Jughead looked at his friends confused, but he followed Reggie’s orders, he followed Reggie outside, “What do you want Mantle?” he asked.

Reggie held his hand out and dropped the Tramadol pill into Jughead’s hand, “We need to talk about Y/N” Jughead looked at the pill then Reggie confused. Reggie then explained what state he found you in the night before.


You slept through the day and you awoke to the sound of the front door slamming, you groaned as you picked up your phone to look at the time.

11:13pm

It was late, Jughead must’ve been working on the Blue and Gold late with Betty, whatever, you thought, they can have each other.

You checked all your notifications, 5 texts from Reggie, you text him back telling him you fell asleep and you were save, you thanked him again for being so nice.

The sound of your door slamming open jolted you out of bed, you turned to your door and saw Jughead, “Jughead what the fu-”

“You know my dad?” he screamed, Reggie, you thought.

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satan-is-here-bitch  asked:

Hey! Your Kevin x Joaquin fics are to die for! Not sure if you're taking requests right now, but if you are, could you do one where Kev and Joaquin are just walking around aimlessly together, then Kevin realised they're at the place where he found Jason and the memories come back and he panics and Joaquin just holds him and calms him down? And it's just suuuuper fluffy? Thanks a bunch! And if you end up writing this, may I please be tagged? Thank you! xxx

Sweet Water River

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Starts out angsty, ends up fluffy

Warnings: graphic descriptions of death, alcoholism, panic attacks, guns, a lot of talk about death, like alot

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Note: I strayed slightly from the prompt, apologies I hope you still like it. All of Joaquin’s backstory is my headcannon. If you haven’t read my other fics, Sebastian (a.k.a. Bas or Bastian) is Joaquin’s older brother. Also I forgot how old Joaquin was so he is seventeen in this.

Kevin had really thought that he could do this. He didn’t think that it would affect him this much. Why was it affecting him this much? He was walking hand in hand with his beautiful boyfriend alongside the bubbling river, and he knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about Jason. It was impossible no to though. All he could picture was the boy’s dead eyes, the hole in his head, the way his skin had somehow grown even paler with death, the way the water had darken his hair, making in red like blood. Kevin had never really liked Jason, but seeing someone who had once been so full of life and spirit, he was captain of the football team for god sakes, seeing someone that vibrant be completely washed out, all signs of humanity ripped away. Kevin couldn’t take it. He just couldn’t. He didn’t realize that he was crying until Joaquin’s thumbs were on his cheeks, brushing the tears away.

“Hey hey.” Joaquin comforted, pulling Kevin to come sit down on a nearby rock. The river rose just enough to cover their toes. “What’s wrong, Kev?” Kevin just shook his head, mind still reeling with the memory of tripping over the dead boy. “Kevin. Kev, I need you to breath.” Joaquin tried not to let Kevin see just how nervous he was. “Breath with me baby.” Joaquin took a deep breath, slowly letting Kevin match his pace. He gently rubbed his hands up and down Kevin’s arms, trying to calm the other boy.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening.” Kevin responded as soon as his breathing evened out. He could still feel his heart beat racing, as if his heart was trying to escape his body. He felt like shit. Why couldn’t he keep it together? He had seen dead people before, his dad was the goddamn sheriff. He saw crime scene photos in his dad’s office all the time. He could vividly remember his mom’s funeral; he remembered how she looked all made up and calm in the silk lined coffin. Her eyes were closed, though. Jason’s had been open. Kevin had looked into Jason Blossom’s dead eyes. He had stood beside Sweet Water River, just looking into those eyes while Moose called Kevin’s dad. “His eyes were so lonely Joaquin. How could someone dead look so lonely?” Kevin finally looked up from his trembling hands to make eye contact with Joaquin.

“I don’t know Kev, I really don’t know.” Joaquin ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide if he was ready to share this with Kevin. He took a deep breath, “I want to tell you about my family.” Joaquin mumbled, taking Kevin’s large hand in his smaller one. “But I think we should probably get out of here first.” Kevin nodded, standing up and wrapping his arm around Joaquin’s waist before beginning the walk back to Kevin’s dad’s truck.

Joaquin didn’t let go of Kevin’s hand. Not while he was driving them back to the Keller residence, not when they made their way up to Kevin’s room, not when Kevin gently kissed him and pulled him onto the bed. Joaquin didn’t know if he would ever let go of Kevin’s hand.

Kevin almost had another panic attack as they walked back to the truck, but he didn’t. Joaquin’s hand was firm in his, grounding him and keeping him present. He was sure that Joaquin was just humoring him, not letting go of his hand, but Kevin couldn’t describe how important it was to him. He needed this. He needed Joaquin because his heart beat was still racing. It didn’t calm down until he was lying in his room, surrounded by familiar sights and breathing in Joaquin’s familiar scent.

Kevin and Joaquin were lying on their sides, facing each other. Kevin kept leaning in to brush his lips against Joaquin’s, a ghost of a kiss. He found it reassuring, feeling the warmth of Joaquin’s lips under his. He could feel the serpent’s heart beat where their chest were pressed together. When he looked into Joaquin’s eyes, they were full of live and passion and, love? Kevin wasn’t sure. Was it too early for love?

“Kev, can I tell you about my parents?” Joaquin whispered, avoiding eye contact with the taller man. Joaquin didn’t know why it was so important for him to tell Kevin about this. Maybe he thought it would calm Kevin down. Maybe help Kevin realize that Joaquin really did understand what he was going through. Cause Joaquin knew exactly what Kevin had meant when he had said that Jason’s eyes were lonely.

Kevin sucked in his breath. He didn’t know if he was ready to hear about this, but he wanted to be there for Joaquin the same way Joaquin had been there for him. “Absolutely.”

“I read somewhere that, after the age of seven, our brains delete most of our memories from early childhood. But my brain must have malfunctioned or something, cause every night, for thirteen years, I remember my parents.” Joaquin paused, closing his eyes and gripping tighter on Kevin’s hand. “I was four when they died, and Bas tells me that I’m making it up, that I’m remembering it all with rose colored glasses or something. I don’t think he’s ever gotten over it.” Joaquin paused again and Kevin opened his mouth to comfort him, to tell him that he understood, but Joaquin interrupted him. “Kev. If you start talking I don’t think I’ll get through this.” Kevin just nodded, resting his forehead against Joaquin’s and closing his eyes, inviting the boy to continue.

“Sebastian and I were in the car when my parents died. My dad was drunk, Sebastian says he can’t remember our dad ever being sober. But my mom. My mom was trying to calm him down, trying to get him to stop yelling and to pay attention to the road. I remember her last words. How fucked up is that?” He laughed angrily. “I’m seventeen and I remember my mom’s last words. She said ‘Honey, calm down. You’re scaring the children.’ And he said ‘Why do you think I give a rat’s ass about the children?’ And then we hit the black ice, and the car spun off the road. Bastian was only 14, he didn’t know what the hell to do, so we just sat in the car until 911 showed up. I remember looking at my mom, blood dripping down her forehead and just knowing that I would never forget the look in her eyes. She look so sad and lonely.” It was Kevin’s turn to bring his thumbs up to wipe away tears. He pressed a kiss to both of Joaquin’s cheeks, as if to erase the tear trails. Joaquin’s breath shook. “Kev, I want you to feel comfortable around me, okay? I need you to tell me if you aren’t okay with something.” Joaquin finished, trying to let Kevin know that they never had to go back to Sweet Water River again. Kevin smiled at him.

“I do feel comfortable around you Joaquin. I just, I thought I could do it.” He shrugged, “I was wrong. I just kept picturing him, wondering how he must have felt in those last seconds, facing down the barrel of a gun and just knowing that this was the end. That you were about to die.” Kevin’s breath had begun to accelerate again.

“Kev, calm down. Breathe okay, in and out. In and out.” Joaquin traced calming patterns on Kevin’s hand. Kevin slowed his heart rate, but looked at Joaquin inquisitorially.

“How do you know how to deal with… whatever these things are?”

Joaquin sighed, “I told you Sebastian had never gotten over it right?” Kevin nodded. “Well, he had panic attacks sometimes. I, uh, I had to figure out how to deal with it.” Kevin was incredulous.

“Joaquin, you’re seventeen.”

“Well observed preppy” Joaquin chuckled.

“Shut up,” Kevin hit his shoulder, “I mean, you shouldn’t have to deal with this kinda stuff. You’re still a kid.” Joaquin smiled sadly.

“So are you. But you know what your mom’s last words were too. And you can’t go to the river cause of a dead kid.” Joaquin seemed to realize something, “We live in Riverdale Kev, we are as normal as kids get in this town.” He smiled, his hand was still in Kevin’s, and he used it to pull the taller boy impossibly closer to him, connecting their lips.

Kevin sighed, deepening the kiss and forgetting about the shit they had been through. He was happy to just be with his boyfriend. To kiss his boyfriend and hold his hand and know that nothing could ruin this. This was his and this was perfect. He threw his leg over Joaquin’s, straddling the boy and furthering the kiss. He finally released Joaquin’s hand, bringing his up to slide under Joaquin’s shirt. Joaquin whimpered into Kevin’s mouth.

Kevin pulled away, smirking.

“I love you.” He admitted, biting his lip. Joaquin smiled, before flipping them so he was on top, straddling Kevin.

“I love you too, preppy. Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

“Sounds like a deal.” Kevin giggled and relaxed under Joaquin’s lips.


Should I start putting these under a cut? I think maybe I should. Some of them are pretty long. 

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Devil May Care

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester/Ezekiel, Abaddon, Kevin, Crowley

Warnings: Angst, mention of fight, language.

Word Count: 3230

A/N: I’ve written this for the #Bailey’sBirthdayChallenge, by @jayankles / @buckysmetallicstump . The episode I chose is 9.02, Devil May Care.
I hope you like it!


“You did what!?” screams Y/n toward Dean. He approaches the girl, but she takes a few steps back, her back to him.
“I had to. Sam was dying.”
The girl runs a hand in her hair in frustration, thinking of exactly what to say to Dean. Maybe they could find another way to save Sam from death. Maybe.. maybe..
Maybe what? The girl knows perfectly well that there was no other way, at least they didn’t have time to find another way. Sam would have died.. without Ezekiel. That is how it is called the angel that ‘possesses’ the body of Sam, without his knowledge, to heal the hunter from the deep wounds.
But to know that in the body of Sam there is an angel.. even if he says to help him, Y/n doesn’t know if she can really trust an angel. Yes, Castiel is like a brother to her, and she would do anything for him because she trusts him; but Castiel is different. And then, after all that’s happening: before the arrival of Abaddon -Knight of Hell - and then the fall of the angels because of Metatron, the scribe of God..
“You don’t trust him, and I understand. But Sam is my brother, and you know that if something horrible happened to him, or to you, I would do anything. You are my family.”
“This I know Dean, but you lied! You lied to me for.. days, and Sam? He has the right to know.”
“No!” screams Dean as he approaches the girl again, which doesn’t turn back. He puts his hands on the girl’s shoulders, and looks into her eyes.
“Sam doesn’t have to know. Not now, at least. He’s still weak, and this.. his situation, would get worse. When he’ll be healed, Ezekiel will go away, and everything will return to normal.”
Y/n slightly pushes Dean away from her, and starts up to her room, to stay alone, to think.
“It’s not fair. And you know it.”
Although Dean has done so for the sake of Sam, he should at least talk about it with me, thinks Y/n. The girl knows that something will go wrong. As always.

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Cooper’s - Wrong

Chapter 1


Her back slammed hard up against the brick wall, she winced at the pain that rushed down her spine. The pain, however, was soon overcome with a torturous pleasure when she felt his arousal pushing against her centre. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her dress up around her thighs. She let out a not so soft moan. She mewled in his ear, as his mouth left harsh kisses along her neck.

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Part two of this beautiful post ( @jerbearknox )

Kevin Day is happy

Part 1 

  • It took a long while for Kevin to get comfortable with Grayson
  • With Grayson not giving two shits about exy, he honestly thought he was going to strangle the older man
  • Mainly because he knew it bothered Kevin, So anytime Kevin said ANYTHING about exy he purposely ignored it
  • He was worse than Andrew
  • Also the fact that he basically told his dad and Andrew that he was attending aa didn’t help
  • But Grayson wasn’t sorry about it
  • He told Kevin that he needs to own up to his shit and that it didn’t matter if people knew because he’s doing this to get better for himself. He wanted Kevin to stop letting the people around him hold him back
  • The small rant actually helped him on his road to recovery
  • He gathered Aaron, Andrew, Neil, Nicky, and Wymack in a room after practice one night and told them that he was getting clean and would appreciate it if they didn’t bring alcohol around him until he knew he could handle being around it without having the impulse to drink
  • Aaron and Neil nodded, Wymack promised he throw out all the alcohol, Nicky was tearing up, but Andrew was still upset with him
  • The day after waking up from Wymacks, Andrew was livid and willing to hurt anyone insight until he got to Kevin. Neil was able to calm him down but Kevin apologized and promised he would explain soon
  • It took some time but he knew Andrew will get over this because he knew it was important to Kevin to finally control something other than exy in his life
  • So Kevin starts attending every aa meeting he could
  • He didn’t just sit and wait to leave anymore. He gained some courage and started talking to the others there and not just Grayson
  • And the people don’t ask him about exy but about how he is doing and his school life
  • It makes Kevin feel normal and not like he’s just some celebrity that can’t relate to regular people
  • At the end of the meeting Grayson catches up to him with a gift and a radiant smile
  • Kevin realizes that tonight he earned his eight month chip
  • He’s holding it in but he is excited and proud of himself
  • He never believed he could make it this far but with the support of his family and Grayson he pushed through
  • He didn’t realize how having the rest of his teammates knowing would help him more than he could realize
  • Sure it took them around 3 months till they noticed but they made it show how proud they were of him
  • So here Kevin is here tonight sitting with Renee drinking water and watching his teammates do stupid shit at this celebration party
  • The foxes threw it and invited the cheerleaders and a few other athletes, They didn’t know what the party was for Kevin
  • Nicky and Allison are seeing who can get the most numbers using stupid or cheesy pick up lines (Surprisingly Nicky lost by one)
  • Matt and Dan are on the dance floor making fools of themselves because they’ve drunk too much to stay with the beat (they really don’t care)
  • Aaron is hiding from some guy who he meet when he fell on his lap by accident and mistook him for flirting (Aaron was shook)
  • And Neil and Andrew are sneaking around the party pulling small pranks on the other students
  • The whole time Kevin is laughing and enjoying himself 
  • As well as occasionally texting Grayson and recording all these things the foxes will probably regret in the morning
  • The next text from Grayson is asking if Kevin is wearing his gift he got him
  • Kevin quickly glances around to make sure no one is watching him when he quickly slips off his shoes and raises his feet a little to show off his rainbow toed socks and takes a quick picture
  • Grayson messages back in an instant on how he knew rainbows would look good on Kevin
  • Kevin wears a small smile but immediately loses it when he hears Nicky screeching and asking when and where Kevin got his cute gay socks
Shane McMahon - “I’m proud of you”

Prompt: Shane and Kevin’s promo this week obviously. Could be seen as part 2 of I’m okay but also not. 
Requested: No
Warnings: None
Words: 1200+

“Are you coming?” Shane asked as he pulled his top over his head. You sat up in bed, pulling the covers up to over your chest. 

“Do I want to?” You spoke to yourself 

“Are you finally going to let me out of your sight?” Shane smiled, ever since the helicopter crash, letting Shane loose near a ring wasn’t your idea of a good idea. “I can get mum to watch the boys” 

“I’ll be ready in 10″

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Hiking idk

“,, aaannnd we are officially lost,” Kevin said as he looked down at the ranger provided map, squinting at it trying to figure out where the hell they were. He then looked back up at the masses of trees surrounding them. They had lost Jenny, SC, and Buck somewhere along the trail, and they’d been looking for about two hours. Even worse, the clouds were getting darker and the bugs were getting more vicious.
“Should we head back to the tent, then?” Jamie looked around trying to remember which direction they came from.
“Ugh, I hate the woods, the only thing I can think of is that stupid Naked and Afraid show that’s always the only channel that works at the hotels.” Jamie rolled his eyes.
“Stop exaggerating, Kevin. We still have a lot of food and stuff, this forest isn’t even that big anyway. Let’s just go back to the tent.” He gently grabbed his grumpy boyfriend by the wrist and led him back to the tent. They zipped it open to reveal their supplies and two sleeping bags. Jamie’s, which looked normal, and Kevin’s which was chewed up courtesy of a deer who didn’t know when to back the fuck off.
“Can I sleep in your sleeping bag tonight, babe?” Kevin said, looking in disgust at his which had stuffing pouring out of the tears in the fabric.
“Of course,” Jamie had opened his own sleeping bag and held it open for his boyfriend to get in. Kevin climbed in and wrapped his arms around Jamie and tried to get comfortable. Jamie situated himself with his back to his boyfriend as Kevin pulled him closer. They looked at the clear, plastic window and watched the rain pour onto the ground. They fell asleep to the sound of the water hitting the waterproof tent.
The next morning, Kevin slowly opened his eyes, and looked at his sleeping boyfriend. As Kevin tried to get up, Jamie pulled closer to him. Reluctantly, Kevin made it out of his titan grip and opened up the cheap cooler for a bottle of now-room-temperature water. After a few sips he gently shook Jamie’s shoulder. His boyfriend slowly turned over and stretched as much as he could in the small tent.
“Good morning, Kevin.” He stretched his arms out and leaned on him.
Kevin opened up the backpack they had filled with snacks and pulled out one of those tiny boxes of cereal. He ripped it open and poured it down his mouth. Without any milk. Jamie grabbed a box and ate as much of it as he could before getting thirsty. Kevin passed him his water bottle and Jamie chugged about half of it, before pulling back and sighing.
“So what are we going to do now?” Jamie asked as he looked up at Kevin and handed the water bottle back to him.
“I guess the best thing to do would be to try to get out of the forest first, then maybe ask that ranger guy if they’ve seen Buck, Jenny and SC.”
After getting separated from their friends, the last thing they wanted to do was change out of their pajamas, so they walked through the woods in huge t shirts and sweatpants. They hoisted their bags onto their backs and started walking in the most likely direction of the way they came. Jamie attempted to make sense of the map as they looked around for any sign of their friends, who were probably already out of the woods anyway, playing a prank on them, waiting to see the look on their faces when they got out of the forest, covered in leaves and shame.
“This map is so fucking confusing, what the hell does that symbol even mean? It’s not even on the key!” Kevin was starting to get angry, and he looked like he was going to rip it into pieces.
“Kevin calm down, we’ll be fine. Look, shhh!” He pointed to a couple deer making their way around slowly.
“After that douche deer bit up my sleeping bag I don’t really care.”
“Shhh! Don’t startle them!” Unfortunately, the deer ran away, and Kevin didn’t seem to be phased.
Finally, they managed to find a way out, and were met with their friends talking to one of the rangers. They looked over and found them, as predicted, covered in leaves and shame.
“Oh my god! There you guys are! We thought you were right behind us,,” Jenny exclaimed. She looked them up and down.
“What happened to you guys?”
“Nature.”

@nicorii
Look at this trash

Fate of a Golden Rose

A young maiden must fall in love with an accursed beast.

ff.net ao3.org

Au: Beauty and the Beast

Word count: 3K+

Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

A/N: I had to cut the prologue into two parts. Since originally it was 10,000 words all together. Part two will be uploaded later.

Special thanks to: @brownhairedbetty​, @itstenafterfour​, @juggiehasmyheart17​, @kingcoleandqueenlili​, @buggiekinsx​ for beta reading

First part of prologue

Prologue: The Curse

Snow veiled the kingdom with its frosty sheet of ice. The beginning of January arrived and it brought all of its glory to the earth, its frozen flakes.

The Prince sits on his throne, no assignments to carry out. He might as well not even been there, it made no difference.

Unexpectedly, a person appeared in the rooms entrance, awkwardly shuffling her feet and chewing her bottom lip. Jughead further slouches in his chair and groans realizing it was just a maid there to bother him. He gestures her to enter the room and she follows his order and hurries to him.

Scrambling with her feet she hesitantly curtseys. “Prince Forsythe, there’s a strange woman in the main hall.” The stout maid explains fidgeting with her hands.

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Hubby Watches Riverdale Episode 11 - To Riverdale and Back Again.

Here we go again, we are getting closer and closer to the reveal. EXCITEMENT!!


Originally posted by veronicas-capes

Hubby: Archie trying to get in there.

Hubby: Oh this will end well.

Originally posted by twelvevo

Hubby: He’s in for a whole heap of disappointment.

Hubby: Geez she needs to calm down.


Hubby: Man Kevin has the best lines.

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Hubby: Oh God Archie is going to sing isn’t he and we are going to have to watch. I’m going to go get a drink.

Me: No something important is going to happen while they’re singing.

Hubby: *sighs* Fine.

Originally posted by lilirenhart

Hubby: Run Forrest Run!

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Hubby: Dun, Dun, Dun!!

Positive

Word count: 807

Relationship: Kevin/Reader

Warnings: pregnancy.

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The bright light of your bathroom made you feel light headed, well, more light headed than you already were. You clasped your hands together, trying to stop them for shaking. How could you have let this happen?

Fighting the urge to throw up, you turned away from the wall and to the sink, where two pregnancy tests laid. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes for a few seconds, and then opened them again. Tears formed in your eyes as your hands flew to your mouth.

Positive.

It was impossible. They had to be wrong. They just had to.

But you knew they weren’t. You made sure you had most of the signs before even buying the tests and now here was the last piece of proof. The last thing you could’ve ever expected to have in your position.

You placed the tests in your pocket, opening the door of the bathroom and making sure no one was around. After all, the boys would get worried if they saw you, the emotionally strongest of the group, crying. You shut the door quietly before breaking down.

It took you about thirty to calm down, and by then you had a pounding headache. You took in shaky breaths as you hugged yourself. You needed to take control of the situation. You went to the bathroom again and washed your face. Your eyes were still red by the time you came out, but at least you didn’t have any more mascara running down your cheeks.

To your bad luck, Sam and Dean were in the Bunker’s library along with Kevin, and since the world loved to make your life as hard as possible, they also happened to be sitting on the same table as him. You gave up on formulating a plan after five minutes of nothing, so you strolled in casually, ignoring how the brothers stopped talking when they saw your face.

The silence made Kevin look away from the tablet and to you. He had begun to smile, but stopped, just like Sam and Dean, after he noticed your red eyes and nose.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Sam asked worriedly, breaking the tense silence.

“Kevin, I need to speak with you,” you said, ignoring Sam’s question. Kevin immediately got up and followed you to his room, leaving two concerned Winchesters behind. You barely managed to lock his door before you were wrapped in a tight hug.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Kevin whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. You and Kevin had been secretly dating for about three months now, only having sex once two months ago, and that was after six beers. Why you had kept it secret you had no idea, though it probably was because Dean would never stop teasing you about it. But now he and Sam would find out, one way or another.

“K-Kevin, I…” your voice shook as your bottom lip quivered. Kevin led you to the bed, where you sat down and threw your arms around him, sobbing your heart out. You felt him rub soothing circles on your back, every once in a while placing a kiss on your head.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), I’ve got you,” he assured you, effectively calming you down. Kevin handed you his box of tissues, which you took with a small “thank you.”

You placed your head on Kevin’s shoulder as he put an arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry, Kevin,” you finally said, looking down.

“Sorry for what?” You heard the confusion in his voice, and you looked up at him, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“I’m pregnant, Kev,” you whispered. Kevin’s eyes widened as he took a sharp breath. You looked at your hands, fiddling with your fingers. “I took two tests today; they were both positive.”

“A-and you’ve got all the signs?” Kevin asked. You were sure he was trying to come up with anything that might explain what was happening apart from you being pregnant, but he was going to find nothing else, just like you.

“Yeah,” you exhaled. “We should’ve been more careful. I should’ve been more careful.”

“We were drunk, (Y/N), we didn’t know what we were doing,” Kevin pulled you in for a hug, and you breathed in his familiar scent.

“What are we gonna do?” You sounded so weak and tired, which was exactly how you felt. You just wanted to go sleep, waking up to find that it had all been a bad dream. But you knew better, and you knew that it was all real.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll think of something,” Kevin said, “but I swear on my life, that I will not let any harm come to you or our baby.”

And just like you knew that you had a big storm coming, you also knew that was a promise Kevin would never break.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a sisfic with 3 and 20? where the reader and kevin are dating but haven't told sam or dean because they would over react but they found out and they're all overprotective something funny sorry if it's too especific

(Fun fact: Osric is who I fondly refer to as my TV boyfriend so I am more than happy to write Kevin. @jamies-supernatural-world this is the drabble giving me photo op ideas)

You and Kevin stared at Dean like deer caught in the head lights from your bed; Kevin was still on top of you, his hands entwined in your hair, but he was too scared to move. He thought if he made any sudden movements that Dean would shoot him. Dean continued to stare at you two, his mouth wide open when it clicked what he walked in on and pulled out his gun, aiming it at Kevin.

“SAM!” He shouted. You and Kevin both flinched and rolled so that you were both standing on the same side of the bed.

“Dean…put the gun down” You said while rubbing your forehead. Sam came running into your room, his gun also drawn.

“What’s wrong?” Sam demanded, looking around the room for the danger.

“I just walked in on Kevin attacking our little sister’s face.” Dean replied.

“You what?!” Sam shouted.

“Okay let’s all just, calm down.” Kevin tried to speak.

“Since when are you dating Kevin?” Sam asked you, completely ignoring Kevin.

It just sorta happened.” Was your response.

“Since when do you keep secrets?” Dean asked accusingly.

“Hey, it was his idea!” You said while pointing to Kevin. Sam and Dean both glared at Kevin, Dean still had his gun aimed at him, but Kevin just rolled his eyes and looked at you.

“No, you didn’t wanna tell because you said they’d overreact, and from the situation we’re in, I’d say you were right.”