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kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship

(actually, a story I am too lazy to write, but which is just clear and palpable in my head)

• you meet him three times

warnings: violence, manipulation, underage relationships (no grooming), mentions of dissecting frogs, abuse (duh), toxic relationship, unpleasant and traumatic first sex, the OC is kinda very, very human and stupid, exactly as a fifteen year old girl should be. School shooting obv. Also, it's ve-e-ery long, but I'm really not in the mood of writing a book here, so, it's just bullet points. Sorry.

author's note: yes! I watched We need to talk about Kevin around 2014, actually. It seems, considering the nature of this whole blog, I've always had the hots for the worst kind of guys. Enjoy my sublimation!

it was so long I had to divide it into two parts. second part

• you're at the same school, and Kevin is closed, brooding and completely antisocial. You constantly see him smile when there's a fight. He never participates in scuffles but seems to observe people; the other half of the time, he just doesn't care about his surrounding at all. Seemingly

• you've been raised to sympathize with the outcasts, reading all the right books and youself, not being the most popular, the smartest or the most beautiful

• at the biology class, you flat out refuse to dissect a frog. You can't stand the sight of dead animals, to say nothing about cutting them with a freaking knife. You close your eyes and shake your head aggressively, while the teacher is getting angry with your childish stubborness

• until you feel that someone is standing next to you. Kevin says 'she doesn't want to cut the frog' assertively, and takes it to his desk. He doesn't look at you a second, but it feels like a momentary salvation

• you're thinking of thanking him; that seems like a nice thing considering he's never talking to people, and always having lunch alone. He has this loner allure, the misunderstood poet, the lone wolf, if you will. You're fifteen.

• your friends tell you 'are you nuts? he's the cat in the bag'

• there are all kinds of rumors about Kevin; about strangling someone as a joke, and swearing, and watching gore.

• "I didn't do it for you", he smiles, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you misunderstood the incident so badly that it's funny and totally makes you look like an idiot. "I just like to dissect frogs". But he looks at you so intensely that it tells you something more.

• he never goes to PE

• Kevin is bullied from time to time; he doesn't really react to it, like the other children don't even exist. He never replies to nasty remarks, but just watches them, head tilted forward, like a dog ready to bite.

• you wonder why nobody else is worried about this gaze.

• sometimes you catch him watching you during classes as if he's contemplating something. You think yourself some kind of sacred redeemer, not less. You don't look away, you don't realize you're getting yourself into a swamp. You're fifteen

• at one occasion you tell Kevin he doesn't need to be alone all the time, and there are nice people at school who would accept him

• he just grins at everything you say

• the same guy who bullies Kevin the most acrtively, or is trying to, steals your folder containing some notes, your journal and you photo album. He doesn't admit it but laughs in a way that makes it clear

• you go to the teacher, to the principal, but the conversations do nothing to that guy. He's just a bully, just a dumb jock who has very little thought behind his forehead. You're worried; he might not know, but your personal diary is in that folder.

• you confront him with the fists swaying, to no avail

• the next morning, Kevin walks by your desk and throws the folder, complete with everything, in front of you. You watch his back, wondering when he had got it, and whether he had read your diary. One of the entires was about him, and it was embarrassing.

• "he's tall; taller than the other boys. His face is like milk, but he has this pitch-black hair and vampire stare thing going on. He is always quiet, just watches people. He's reeeeeally good-looking, but damn, Khatchadourian might just be nuts like people say"

• your friends wisely advise you not to get involved with him, but you feel so special all of a sudden

• you start fantasizing about being the only girl at school who managed to get through to him

• as you talk, he notices your desire to be special, and uses it. He observes you with your friends, focuses his laser attention on your grades, tries to get into what makes up your world.

• soon, he manages to make you feel like you really are the one person he reacts to. It is incredibly funny to him. He deems you fuckable.

• he's attacking someone in the yard. The guys from the parallel were getting the best out of Kevin, and rightfully so. This time he's had enough. When it's just talking, he didn't care, but physical assault, he couldn't tolerate, because that was crossing his personal borders. So, when one of the boys tried to steal his backpack, Kevin took out a razor he carried with him

• you try to stop the fight and get in between them just in time to shield the other boy, and Kevin slices your arm across

• the boys run away horrified, and Kevin just stands there, disappointed and dark.

• he evaluates the situation, sees that the cut is pretty deep, and watches the gushes of blood leaving your arm. The first seconds you're silent with shock; then it dies down, and you start feeling pain and yelp.

• he cuts off a piece of his shirt and bandages your arm tightly, saying nothing, just lasers you with his glance. The sight of this wound on you, not unlike his own scar, even in the same spot, accidentally. He finds it curious, invigorating. He watches the expression of physical pain on your face and brings you to the medic's office, saying "I sliced her". It feels good to say that.

• there's a conversation at the principal office. You're quiet, he's almost pleased with himself. His excuse is, I was going for another person ¯_(ツ)_/¯

• he gets away with it. You notice his dad dotes on him, and is absolutely blind to anything Kevin does. He buys the legend of 'I brought it for biology class, because I'm used to working with my own instruments' so easily it's astonishing.

• you don't speak for a while, and Kevin doesn't say sorry. He doesn't look guilty and is equally unimpressed that other students start to avoid him even more

• but his presence is like an oil stain, you can't avoid looking. You want to get to the bottom of him, you actively put yourself in this situation. You're fifteen, edgy, you have a crush on the sexy strange bad guy.

• you catch him after classes and tell him, whatever you're feeling, you don't have to. There are good people, that are worthy of your time. You don't mean yourself, but you're trying to make him defrost a little

• for some reason, the topic of feelings triggers him, and he does the thing he would repeat several times. He gets angry, standing right in your face, hovering over with his height. He puts his face as close as possible to yours and tries to make you pee yourself.

• "how the fuck would you know how I feel? What do you know about how I feel? Tell me, how can a person like you know anything about me?"

• he doesn't apologize for slicing you because he knows he didn't mean it, hense, there's no reason to say sorry. But he sees the prospect of playing with you, and he's so bored. So, he thinks about what a normal person would do in his place. ?

• once, you go to your locker and inside, find a little bunch of field flowers, neatly tied together with a yellow thread. No note, but somehow you have ideas what it means.

• you go on to a party in one of your classmates' house. You still rock a tight bandage on your arm. The party is good. You see Kevin and he looks at you like he wants to talk. You think, this is just like one of those vampire stories. You evade your watchful friends who think you dumb for playing a heroine from the Vampire Diaries. You need to grow up, they say

• you go outside in the terrace and sit down. You drink and ask why Kevin isn't drinking

• "I never drink. It dulls the concentration"

• you tell him that what he said sounds like 'I'm not like all of you idiots'. He confirms that's the gist of most of what he says. You ask if he considers you dumb, too. Biting his tongue, he avoids replying, saying that you're 'nice'

• you keep drinking, feeling the need to master up some bravery in his presence. For what, you don't know. Finally you ask him about how he feels, since he got so angry when you assumed

• surprisingly, Kevin says,

• "angry, bored most of the time. I guess it makes me angry how boring everything is. And dumb. Sitting there at school for six hours every day to do what exactly? It's like torture"

• it's a good thing he found a toy to play with.

• he tells you about his mother, and how she broke his arm when he was little, for shitting himself, on purpose. You talk about mums, and fathers, and how you don't have a very good relationship with your parents. Kevin finds it very interesting. You tell him how your mum mostly ignores your existence because she's more preoccupied with the shattering marriage with your dad, and your dad, finds you annoying and 'too girly'. He tells you about his little sister who is so annoying, and she constantly jumps around him and nags on him. You try to explain that a little girl sees that her brother is big, and strong, and pretty, and is forming a bond. He gives one of the worst performances, but it grills you

• "Pretty?" with a suggesting smile.

• you kiss, mostly because you're drunk, and you both think about each other's background.

• you think how tragic it is, that a boy like Kevin doesn't get the love from the person a child needs the most. Think about his mum, imagine her looking at baby Kevin with hatred and disgust. No wonder he is growing up to be this unapologetic, menacing, edgy guy who brings razor to school and takes it out on others.

• you're partially wrong

• Kevin thinks about how you have daddy issues and feel unloved, unneeded, mediocre

• although everybody at school knows that Kevin Khatchadourian had cut your arm in a violent fashion, the literature teacher pairs you for a half-year assignment. You're supposed to prepare a one-hundred pages analysis of the book of your choice, complete with the presentation.

• you're actually down to such tasks as you can ramble about your favorite books for ages, but you're not sure how it'll work out with Kevin. Casual friendship, if you can call it that, is strange and non-regular; sometimes he ignores you completely in the corridors, sometimes he starts talking about history, and awful things like Unit 731, out of nowhere.

• the first time you assembled to work on the paper was at the library, and it was pretty uneventuful; even boring a little. Kevin was not in the mood, and didn't talk much, and then, after an hour and a half said he was bored, and just left.

• you remembered the kiss from the party, but Kevin acted like nothing happened. Every time, though, when you almost decided he had played you, it was like he read your thoughts, and appeared to reinforce hope in you.

• he suggested you should go to his house at the weekend, and spend the day working on the paper. His family will be away as they usually do, so

• a gut feeling told you not to go, and you really listened to it, refusing the offer. Kevin smiled with his special smile that was like blood and honey, that was very difficult to resist

• "you think I'll do something awful to you?" "Will you?"

• he had a habit of speaking more with his eyes than with his mouth. One of the reasons you were so drawn to him was, he seemed adult, on the inside. Sometimes he said things you didn't expect to hear from a fifteen-year old.

• "Only if you ask".

• you skipped this weekend, and Kevin refused to go to the library, saying he had some things to do after school. But you were free to work on the project alone, of course.

• after a week more you caved in and agreed to go to his place. The whole week he was being uncharacteristically neat, friendly and pleasant. You saw him smile at teachers and even say hi to someone from class. You wondered if he had other friends you didn't know about.

• Kevin had a massive, cool home. Both his parents were rich, but you wouldn't tell it by looking at him act. You were amazed at the interior: artsy, light, with interesting living room and shapes on the walls. Kevin was bored, unimpressed by your interest. He was slacking, stretching time not to get to work that was clearly dull to him; he showed you the bathroom, and his parents bedroom (which made you uncomfortable). As he went downstairs to make tea that he almost forced you to have, you washed your hands in the bathroom on the second floor. Going down towards the stairs, you passed his room with the door open. A song you liked very much played on his computer. You wondered.

• on the wall, you saw the picture of the family. Kevin was smiling like the happiest boy ever, and it looked like a person from another world. His parents, blonde and dark-haired, were so different. The dad, whom Kevin described as 'the dumbest creature I've met', smiled carelessly, totally satisfied with the day. His mom, on the other hand, looked exhausted. The deep dark eyes, like Kevin's, didn't have half of demonic suggestion in them, but she looked weary. She smiled like a person who was wise, and had a death wish. His little sister 'that perfect little princess who never does anything wrong', whom Kevin clearly had very mixed feelings about, had only one eye.

• while having tea in the kitchen, you asked him about his sister.

• "Oh, yeah, it happened a while ago. She poured solvent into her own eye. Mum left the bottle on the table in the open". "Why would she do that?" you were horrified, painting a picture in your head. "Well, kids are dumb", he said so nonchalantly that it sent shivers down your spine. You could understand not liking a younger, more adored sibling, but talking about how they got a disability in such an unaffected way...

• Kevin added "I was there, with her. I called the ambulance. It was go-o-ory". And he smiled.

• you had the intention of working in the living room - light, spacious, with a broad sofa and a huge coffee table. Kevin insisted that he needed to work on his laptop and it was uncomfortable to bend over the little table. You needed to go to his bedroom. Eventually, you agreed, so now, you were sitting elbow to elbow at his desk, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body.

• the first thing you noticed about his room was how minimalistic and boring it was. Nothing on the walls, clean, tidy, impersonal. The only thing on display was a wooden bow, placed against the wall, and a stack of red-feathered arrows, beautiful, hanging above.

• "Wow, do you do archery?" He was unphased, like it was a totally usual hobby. "Yeah". Whatever tickles the rich people's bum, you thought.

• Fifteen minutes into project your phone lit up. Kevin asked who's messaging you and you said it was your common classmate, Paul, who is your good friend. Kevin knew your - your common - surrounding, so he knew that Paul was a good guy, and a good friend, and also had an innocent teenage crush on you.

• "Let me see", he grabbed the phone from your hand and stretched out his arm so that you wouldn't reach. It turned into a game. You both laughed, and giggled, as you tried to get to your phone. It was half-serious, playful 'hey, don't be a jerk!' and him, watching you reach for the phone helplessly. He then threw it on his bed and, as you raced after it, gave you a little push, and you fell.

• Kevin managed to create that feeling of comfort. As he landed next to you on his bed, he pretended not to see your unease. "Come on, let me see. You know I'm nosy". You sighed, deciding that there was nothing incriminating in messages between two friends. After all, there was nothing but memes and schedule discussion in your chat. Kevin scrolled it, giggling, discussing other classmates, and soon, you were snuggled against each other, talking about everything. You showed him your gallery on the phone and he grilled you for the insane amount of pictures of Damon Salvatore.

• "Come on. Come on now, you know they manufacture those dreamy characters specifically with the accordance to the desirable image for teenage girls. They cater specifically to you, and you buy it".

• "I know! But you haven't watched it".

• A long silence with growing smiles on both sides decided the destiny of that evening. You watched the show together, bonding, discussing, talking about how stupid everything is, and how the vampiric lore cannot possibly be depicted perfectly in any movie you've seen.

• he felt so normal, so human, so warm, that you were drunk on love. You felt safe, entertained, enfatuated. You thought to yourself that maybe, this whole thing about Kevin being different, and dangerous, was a front. After all, he had to protect himself, he hadn't gotten any love at home, and he didn't really know how to act around people. You felt appreciated, understood, wholesome.

• it was already dark when you've finished watching the sixth episode, and you were both a little sleepy. As the episode was over, the screen got darker, and you realized that there was barely any light. Kevin was silent beside you; you heard him breathe calmly, but you could tell he's looking at you. Like a snake aiming for your throat and waiting for the right moment.

• as you were about to say something to discharge the situation, your phone rang. It was your mum, checking on you, and you confessed you hadn't gone through with the paper at all. You explained how boring it was, and that the whole day, you drank tea, or talked, or watched the show. She laughed at it and told you not to stay the night. Maybe she did love you after all.

• "My mum", you explained, as the light from the phone died out, as well. "She's worried about you?" "Just checking". "Checking what?" You didn't find what to say here. "Doesn't your mum check on you when you're late and not home?" "No. Usually, I'm the threat".

• somehow, you were kissing. It felt exhilarating. Scary, amazing and fast. You didn't notice how twenty minutes have gone buy, completely taken by the intensity of it. I'm in his bed, you thought, and he's kissing me. The prettiest boy in school, and the most interesting. The rest were boring, you thought, and realized, this thing you had in common. You thought majority of people, even some of your friends, boring. Kevin was the only one who made you look.

• as he went for your thighs, you shivered. "I'm not ready". "Ready for what?" he asked, jokingly. Constantly dismissing your words, as if he always wanted you to speak clearly and not mumble behind the metaphors. "I'm scared, I'm a virgin". Kevin gave you a long look. "Who hurt you?" he immediately assumed there was some dark reason for your fright. Reality was, "Nobody. I'm fifteen, I'm afraid".

• you made him promise he won't force you to anything. Even the fact that you had to make him give you his word should've been a sign. Kissing him, and making out, was the best thing that happened to you the whole year though.

• Paul was strangely cold, even rude to you the last days. Every time you tried to bring up something funny to him, he dismissed you and made himself scarce almost instantly. You could feel, although Kevin didn't openly follow you, that he watched you, like before. Sometimes you had the urge to ask him the banal 'what are we?'

• you approached him in between classes to ask what he's done to Paul.

• he wouldn't tell you 'I confronted him in the bathroom and put my razor right to his throat, making him understand who you belong to; I pushed it so hard it actually left a mark on his Adam's apple. Must have hurt. He looked like a scared puppy. I told him not to text you anymore and not to look in your direction. He ran so fast you could tell he would be a great cast for the Flash'

• he said, "Oh, I spoke to him. You were clearly annoyed by his advances, or was I wrong?" You were annoyed when you talked about it at his place. You lamented your friendship and said you found it irritateing that every guy you were actively friends with, started to fall for you.

• you didn't believe he just 'spoke' to him. You tried to call for the good in him again, but when it didn't work, decided to threat.

• "Don't do the things you'll regret later, Kevin". You tried to walk away, but he put himself between you and the whole world, hovering again, his face as close as possible. His eyes, the eyes of a snake, cold, black, menacing, asked you.

• "What things?" "You know what I'm talking about". "No, I don't. Say it". He dared you. You wanted to say 'violent things'. You remembered his face, full of cold rage, as he swung the razor at that guy in the yard. You looked at his face now, changed from the peaceful everyday mask he always wore, and suddenly it hit you. He was psychopathic. There was no other way he would be so unaffected by things, then jumping into sudden fury, then pleasant and sociable the next moment. He could stand like this for hours, it seemed, burning you down with his trying stare as if he was forcing you to show what you're worth.

• your friend broke this intense exchange by exclaiming, "wow. Get a room?" her voice was casually laughing, like, ha-ha, I'm mocking a PDA. But when you looked at her, her face was expressing concern. Her eyes didn't laugh and were fixed on you. Kevin slowly focused on her with a slight smile and then walked away, saying nothing.

• he stalked you, although you didn't know about it. Listened to your conversations, hiding in the bathroom, and stole your phone for a lesson, and then returned it into your tote bag, making you think you're absent-minded. You were entertainment to him, a goal to reach, with no prizes. He was deciding what to do with you after, in spring.

• the other weekend that you spent working on paper, the Khatchadourian house was full. The previous one, his mum and his sister were away in the countryside, and his dad worked. Now the whole family was at home, and Kevin wasn't really happy.

• his mom was excessively happy to see you, shaking your hand, and giving you a motherly hug. You read in her face that she was glad that her son was socialising.

• his dad was a big booming guy with the lumberjack energy.

• his little sister was a little angel: silky pearl hair, nice little face, only one eye. She was airy, happy, unspoiled. She was everything Kevin wasn't. He stood at the top of the stairs as his stunningly normal family swarmed you. His sister was looking at you curiously, considering the new concept: his brother's friend. She has never encountered that before. You took her little hand and something horrible stung your temples, almost like a vision. Kevin smiling with his absent, self-pleasing smile as she was on the kitchen floor, her eye bubbling, sizzling, blood and goo coming out.

• Kevin lost his patience and ran downstairs, took your hand and led you away from them, giving his mum a certain look. He refused to be served lemonade, and snacks, he just wanted to be left alone with you.

• as you entered the room, he locked the door, and you started making out immediately. The thought of his parents at home made him almost blind with excitement.

• you collapsed on the bed, kissing, rubbing against each other, panting. You were very wet, for the first time in your life for a real person. It was exalting, to desire something so much and get it immediately, to be desired back.

• he caresses the scar on your arm and kisses it. You take it as his way to finally say sorry.

• you don't know that he's never felt sorry, for anything, in his life. That he's calculating, cold, that he is only happy when it's physical satisfaction because all other is imitation. He's like a robot and he feels like a robot. To try to feel something, he used to watch the hardest porn he could find, the trashiest, goriest movies, he watched the nsfw news where the pieces of humans, chunks of meat and bones, were shown; he went to the dark web and watched snuff, and it made him feel nothing. The closest to happiness he felt when he was mildly entertained or cumming; and you were entertaining, for all the possible things he could do to you; and you almost let him cum.

• but you weren't ready for sex yet and, remembering the word he had given to you, he backed up. Building the tension was good for the eventual climax, and he would break you, he knew that, by the way you whimpered when he rubbed against you and kissed your neck.

• you finally had sex at the party once. Closer to spring, when the spirits were lifted. You snuck away from your friends who have half-way accepted that you were spending time with Kevin. You went upstairs and locked yourselves in someone's bedroom; you had been drinking for bravery because you knew what was coming. You wanted it, but you didn't know what to expect; maybe Kevin had a dragon in his pants for all you knew.

• he wasn't soft, but he was cutting the pain short. He made you feel hurt and kissed you tenderly the next second not to let you retaliate. At first, you just had to whitstand the pain, thinking it was normal. That's how it happens for the first time: the feeling of something tearing, and blood, and razor sharp pain. You were very aroused and very drunk, so even the pain ceased soon, and it was actually almost good.

• you went to the bathroom to clean yourself and cried, you didn't know why. Not like you now were a different person. You emerged, talking about the sad state of your makeup, and the room was empty.

• Kevin was downstairs chatting with a girl you didn't know, and when you tugged on his sleeve, he gave you a blind look, like he was seeing you for the first time. He was done with you, the look said. He didn't even smile anymore; he just looked tired, like you intervened in a mildly entertaining experience.

• for the rest of the month you were crushed. You didn't talk about it with friends: in fact, you lied to them that you had an argument with Kevin and never had sex. You were so ashamed to be a victim of such a simple, banal, everyday scam. You were now seeing him for what he was. Just a guy with the looks who was bored.

• you completely forgot about the project, it just came to a halt by itself

• you started alienating yourself from your friends, which wasn't too hard

• you started having lunch alone, and going to classes alone, too.

• you spent a lot of time thinking about the damn dress you wore at a party, as if it was the root of all evil that happened

• you were wallowing in the feeling of betrayal, the impotent desire to crash his face with a hammer. You were brokenhearted, being dragged down from the heavens of being special right to the pits of being played.

• after weeks of mourning your naivity, and your pure feelings for him, your past wish to awaken something good in Kevin, you felt so idiotic, perhaps even more idiotic than the stupidest person in this school. You were a laughing stock for your own self. Your pride was crushed, and your heart was broken.

• eventually you thought, well, it's schooltime. A lot of girls experience this. Maybe in fifteen years' time it will all seem like a minor failure and a useful lesson.

• right? In fifteen years?

• in the beginning of May, Kevin suddenly sat at your table at the closing of lunch. After weeks of literally no communication, dismissive, slightly surprised glances when you happened to be in his eye sight spot, he suddenly reappeared.

• "You didn't tell your friends even? Will you let me get away with it after all?"

• you looked at his face drawn with curiosity and laughter. He was laughing at you. His boyish, demonic beauty was now poisoned with the ugliness of his insides. Earlier, he was like a rare animal from the northern mountains, that was so evasive it seemed like treasure. He was mysterious, impeccable. Too good for you. Now, it was the handsomness of a used mannequin, with the paint faded. Too much blood in the smile.

• "What do you want, Kevin?"

• it's been moments after a short exchange that you felt rage in you. The rage you've been fostering this whole month. You stood up from the table and swung your arm with enthusiasm, and then landed your closed fist on his cheekbone.

• Kevin's reaction was slow, horrifying. In his eyes, you saw the immediate danger to your whole life. He didn't say anything as he rose from the chair, and you noticed his eyes scanning the yard. What if someone witnessed the punch?

• you tried to hit him again, on the shoulder, but he caught your hand, and suddenly, crushing pain sliced through your wrist. He was much stronger than you.

• this time, he approached you so decisively that for a second your only instinct was to fly, but your hand was caught up in his fist. Really, you got scared of him.

• "Never do that again", he said, as his hand took you by the back of your neck. He tilted your head back to look straight into your face, and all the possible trauma made you see the allure again. Yes, he was still laughably attractive, without even trying. He was just a walking trap, and all of your good intentions for him had just been horny.

• "Or I will snap your neck and forget about you in a second".

• the punch was good; a scarlett spot was forming on the side of his face. You were afraid to move because you could feel your wrist on the point of breaking. Such sharp pain, the third time in nine months, and the source of it, again, was Kevin.

• "Say you're sorry"

• "I'm sorry", you whimpered, "that you're such a monster who's unable to love, Kevin".

• you got ready to deal with the broken wrist and closed your eyes, expecting anything. He let go of you. "Love is a big word for you".

• you didn't know how jealous he was of Damon Salvatore.

• as the school year was drawing to an end, the school team started rehearsing

• the rehearsals were always fun; although you never even thought of getting into the cheerleaders, and you had exactly the amount of interest in basketball to understand what's going on.

• it was fun because the team consisted of all the people you knew; there was a lot of students you had good relationship with; the cheerleaders were all very easy going girls, and beautiful, at that. It wasn't like in the Mean Girls.

• and the spectators always brought pizza, or some snacks, to entertain themselves during the long, repetitive rehearsals. You liked to visit them because it was better than hanging out at home with your dysfunctional family.

• the last rehearsals were held in the evening of the 8th of April.

• as you sat there, you vaguely remembered, randomly, that it was to be Kevin's birthday soon; maybe in a week, or less. You pretended not to care, pretended to yourself.

• closer to the end of rehearsal, as people started leaving, your best friend, the one who was concerned about Kevin and even put herself in the position between you, said that her boyfriend had messaged her. She had to leave. You said goodbye and decided to wait for the end. Looking at the girls was mesmerizing; the way they did the combinations and screamed the chants. You thought it was very cool to be a cheerleader; but you weren't tall, or nimble, or beautiful enough.

• the main door was locked from the outside; probably the strings have gone bad again, and the entrance has been deemed a no go. So, your friend circled around the hall a little, tugging the doors with surprise. Finally, she found one working exit and left. As she was leaving, Khatchadourian walked into her, or rather, they ran into each other.

• "Leaving already?" he asked, with a smile. She said nothing and walked away.

• Kevin locked the door behind her. She turned around, puzzled, because her brain hadn't registered at once that Kevin was carrying a stack of arrows with him.

• As he started shooting his classmates, the swarm of people was lifted up, like an avalanche, and started making it for the entrance. The doors were locked. He repositioned, climbing up the spectator's rows, and finally had the perfect spot. From above, in the bunch of people, he saw you.

• you wondered, as all the noise left your brain, and the pale circles started pulsating in your eyes, why you didn't know earlier.

• in the moments he was swinging for someone's throat, or when he was threatening you, or when his face dropped the smile by the snap of the fingers. How do you even foresee something like that?

• you watched his face, a grimace of hatred, not indifferent anymore. He was aiming with his bare teeth, wallowing in every cry of the people he shot; the sound of arrows was almost comforting, whistling around like a seagull that passes over you quietly. Among the roar of the hall, the sound of arrows was so calming and so loud.

• you tried to group yourself, to make yourself smaller, because there were actually very few people left; seven or nine, in fact. But there was nowhere to run. Macey Walken, who ran for the side entrance, got a scarlet arrow into her back, and fell suddenly as if something pulled her. You looked at the floor, into a pool of someone's blood. Kevin was walking down carefully, between the seats, sending the arrows with accurate aim. He didn't even look like a human anymore; it was hard to describe him.

• he neutralized the three teachers first, then went for the students. Paul died in the other side of the hall in his purple and gold uniform. The cheerleader girls were running in circles, in zigzags, clearly entertaining him, moving targets. Kevin now almost approached the last group of five people, where you sat on the floor, numb with scream that never left your mouth, your legs paralyzed completely. He was killing you all one by one, from left to right. Ben, Mary, Meredith. Finally, the bow and arrow were turned towards you, mechanically.

• Kevin pulled the string and then relaxed it, keeping the arrow to himself, and moved on.

• you did manage to become the special girl after all.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

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slasherscream · 1 year

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the crazy ass boys gang or yandere until dawn boys spending the holidays with the reader/reader’s family? 👀

A/N: a little late on this but better now than never! happy holidays my loves (tried to keep the headcanons vague so you could imagine a variety of winter holidays in here, but i'm sorry if it's still christmas centric, honey, that's what i celebrate and so i tend to get carried away with it)

TIP-JAR

crazy ass boys gang + spending the holidays with reader

billy loomis:

It will be a hard sell to get him to enjoy the holidays with you. I won't lie to you. The reason? Besides the fact that he thinks he's too cool for the holidays, they bring up a lot of.... undealt with feelings regarding his own family. You might be tempted to let him grump it out because that will be easier. Resist! He wants you to pull him from his totally-not-seasonal-depression into holiday bliss with you. He just wants you to earn it.

So put on your working boots and get to it. Drag him into tradition, decorate the house, fill it with the smell of well-cooked food. Eventually, the cheer and vigor with which you do everything will get to him. He'll begrudgingly join in and find himself enjoying the holidays for the first time in years.

Pick one battle at a time and leave the roadblock of celebrating with your family for next year's holiday season. Trust me.

josh washington:

Polar opposite of Billy. He loves the holidays. All of the holidays! He's incredibly happy to spend them with you, no matter how many years you've spent them together before. Each year feels special to him, in the corniest way possible.

The biggest problem during the holiday season is deciding who you'll be celebrating with. Are you going to party with mutual friends this year? Go to his family's house or yours? Everyone wants to see you two during the holidays. You're everyone's favorite couple.

You two sometimes stretch yourselves a little thin, practically promising to be in two places at once! While that can add stress to the most magical time of the year, you try and relax and focus on what really matters in your few moments of downtime: each other.

stu macher:

Stu isn't one for traditional holidays at home with the family because that's never how he spent his growing up. The holidays meant trips around the world to far-off places. He doesn't want to give that up now that you're together. In fact, he wants to travel even more, especially if you aren't well-traveled.

The holidays for Stu are synonymous with adventure. If you humor him, he'll make it worth your while and let you pick the location of your trip. The best part is, no matter how expensive the trip gets, he pays for the whole thing.

His family has the money. Why not spend it? Actually, the best part is one of his love languages, as a rich boy, is gift-giving... and he does not consider paying for the holiday vacation his holiday gift to you. You're getting that expensive vacation plus a boatload of gifts under the Christmas tree. He knows how to spoil his partner when he wants to, that's for sure.

jd/jason dean:

Is completely willing to spend the holidays with your family (but I cannot stress this enough); do not take him home to celebrate with your family unless you have a perfect relationship with every single member. He will sense discord in relationships and he will choose to say the tiniest remark perfect for igniting holiday chaos and discontent.

Why? He couldn't tell you why. Maybe chaos is more fun than holiday harmony. When he senses a problem, his instinct is to dig into that problem to find its source. It's an addiction of his.

Other than that, during the holidays, instead of succumbing to melancholy over the past, he strives to make your time together as sweet as possible. He goes along with tradition with minimal cynical commentary and enjoys the happiness the holidays bring you. If you're content, he's content.

kevin khatchadourian:

As disrespectfully as possible, he hates the holidays and hates that you want to celebrate them. Any of them. The more you push, the more irritated he becomes.

Everything about the holidays highlights all the parts of society he finds most unpalatable. The fake cheer people greet each other with. Consumerism. The vigor with which they adore and worship their religious figures. It all makes him sick.

Still... there is a certain glow about you around this time of year. So when you ask him to do things, he goes along with your inane wishes with gritted teeth holding back the venomous words he wants so badly to say (do you have any idea how much he holds back for your sake?) Compliance is truly the best gift you can receive from Kevin any time of year.

nathan prescott:

Before you, he'd spend most of his holidays under the influence of whatever substance he could get his hands on first. He's slowed down on the abuse of most things since being with you. Still, the holidays are no walk in the park for him.

There's no way you'll spend the holidays with his family, even if his father "requested" his presence. He'd break his own leg to keep from having to look his father in the eye.

When you bring up the possibility of spending the holidays with your family, he's a little upset, he wanted to spend the holidays with you. When you clarify that you meant the two of you spending time with your family... well, he had a small panic attack, admittedly.

No matter how much you reassure him that everything will be fine, nothing helps until he actually meets your family and is warmly received. He'll be a little awkward the entire time, but the sheer warmth of love coming from everyone around him is enough to make him cry. Come next year it will be Nathan who suggests spending the holidays with your family again.

sebastian valmont:

To Sebastian, the holidays means receiving a few very expensive (but ultimately quite meaningless) gifts from his father which he reciprocates and then going back to pretending, like neither the holidays nor his father, exist. Cold? Certainly. Sad? Absolutely. But that's how it's always been.

If there was ever a Christmas full of love, it happened before he could remember, so it might as well have never happened at all.

Now you're here and things are different. There's a buzz in the air this time of year. You talk, you dance, you cook, you smile. You do everything together, attached at the hip. You drag him to spend time with your family and even that is tolerable, and Sebastian hates spending time with anyone's family (even yours.)

Being with you has been blissful, even with everything you had to overcome to be happy with one another. How well the holidays went will cement the knowledge in his head that you're what's it for him. You're what he wants, for now and always.

He'll surprise you on New Years Eve with one last tiny present, or that's what he tells you, as he puts you in the car and drives you to an unknown location, blindfolded the whole way there. When you arrive, he'll guide you tenderly up some steps and through a door, and then he'll take off the blindfold. You'll be standing in the most beautiful home you've ever seen. A place plucked directly from your wildest dreams (or all your late night talks with Sebastian).

"Move in with me?" He'd say, somehow smug and earnest at the exact same time.

It's a wonderful way to bring in the New Year.

david mccall:

Will insist on spending time with your family if your relationship with them is good. But if it's bad? Even better, he gets you all to himself.

Goes along with everything you want to do. He's at your beck and call. Whatever you want is yours and nothing you ask is too much. He'll cook with you for hours. He'll clean the house from top to bottom and then smile when you tell him you still have to decorate together. He loves the domesticity of it all.

When you give him his gift he'll be genuinely choked up. You'd already discussed the fact that you were exchanging gifts this year, but it still moves him to receive this physical reminder that you know him, and that you care. Frankly, he hasn't received many gifts in the course of his lifetime. Yours means everything to him.

Even though you both agreed to just one gift each, when you wake up that morning there will be a pile of gifts waiting for you. What can David say? He likes to spoil you.

sparrow!ben hargreeves:

The holidays are the busiest time of year when it comes to preventing crime. People are more desperate around the holidays, more prone to violence than words during the most "magical" time of the year. The holidays have never meant much, just a promise of more crime to fight. Still, this is the worst holiday for him yet.

Stuck in some strange, alternate world his father created, all his Sparrow siblings dead and all the Umbrellas having gone their separate ways? When he's not fighting crime, he's keeping himself wasted. Rebuilding a legacy for himself as a superhero when he did all this groundwork for himself when he was just a kid in the original timeline. It's brutal. It's humiliating.

It's not all bad though... there is, of course, you. The super-powered plus one that the Umbrellas had dragged along through two separate apocalypses until you'd apparently manifested into his reality. When everyone went their separate ways, you'd, for some reason, stuck with Ben.

He tries to pretend, but you both know he's grateful for your company, even though he's an asshole on his best of days.

You're not an Umbrella anymore. And he isn't a Sparrow. Now you're a super-hero duo and it works, somehow. You make a good team.

In a short time, against the odds (the odds being Ben's award-winning personality), you've become friends. Maybe even a weird, two-person family. Except he's pretty sure most families don't have the suffocating amount of sexual tension you do.

You've kissed before. Under the light of a dying universe, when you were pretty sure you were both going to cease to exist. You opened up to each other that night. But then there was the stress of... kinda saving the world? And then you wound up in this new, broken, strange one. You haven't talked about the kiss since.

He feels like he's going crazy.

Especially because you live together. He's not sure why he insisted on moving in together (because he's in love with you? because he's never lived alone before? because he misses his family?) but he did. Now he deals with the consequences every day. He hears you singing in the shower to start your day. He hatefully makes you cups of coffee that he insists are poison for the body (don't bring up the fact that he got blackout last night) when you have a long day ahead of you. He preps you for the interviews you two have started doing together, the whole world entranced by this new super-hero duo that the two of you make. He even holds your hand before your public appearances, because he knows you get stage fright.

There's something deeply wrong with him.

He tries to get you both to focus on crime this year, but you fight him every step of the way. Let's decorate, you chirp! Let's watch holiday movies, you smile. Let's cook our favorite foods together instead of getting them delivered, you beg. It's all maddening!

And now, having made it through all the holidays relatively emotionally distant and unscathed, you have the nerve to be laid up against him, staring up at him with big, drooping eyes waiting for midnight to hit on New Years Eve, and you ask him if he misses his family.

He snaps and finally kisses you, months of wanting and waiting and burning boiling over into this moment.

How could he miss his family when you're sitting right beside him?

#crazy ass boys gang #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #jd x reader #josh washington x reader #nathan prescott x reader #kevin khatchadourian imagine #kevin khatchadourian x reader #david mccall x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #sparrow ben #my ben hargreeves bias is showing in this collection i'm sorry guys #he's my MUSE the love of my LIFE #happy holidays!

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kausstar · 10 months

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— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ light showers , kevin khatchadourian .

no description of reader besides you liking rain. fluff. swearing. the reader and kevin get wet by rain. him being suggestive but no mature content. not proofread.

the last couple weeks had been cloudy and windy, but no rain. it was unfortunate because you liked the rain. the sound it made hitting the roads and ground, the smell it gave off ever so slightly- that didn’t smell bad but not good either. you appreciated it in full so when you heard on the news it was raining you were excited to sit by your window to see and smell it, but then you remembered what you had to do that same afternoon.

“kevin, they said it’s gonna rain later,” you said to your boyfriend as you watched him pick up his arrows and bow, from his closet. he had asked you a couple times if you wanted to learn and you never really cared to but he did. he wanted you to learn so then the two of you could shoot together- at least that’s what he had told you.

he walked over to you who stood in his doorway and stops in front of you. “so? what’s so bad about getting a little wet?” he asked grinning before walking passed you. you follow shortly behind him as the two of you traveled downstairs. “you could get sick,” you said, eyes glued to the way the tight white shirt hugs his back as you walk down each step.

“we,” he corrected. you were always so worried about him, he found it cute. it was favorite thing about you besides… “we could get sick,” you added, following him to his back porch. before opening the door, he turns to look at you.

“we won’t. now, can you shut it and come on?” sadly, you weren’t going to win but at least you tried, and you knew if eva ever suggested the two of come inside once she came downstairs he would just simply ignore her. before you could even agree, he walks out to the backyard. you followed from the white porch to the green grass and watched as he sets up the target.

“c’mere,” he said soon after finishing, making you walk over. “turn,” he added and you spun around, your back facing him. feet away from the target, he comes up from behind you and engulfs you in his warmth. you’re confused but when he tells you to raise your hand and you spot the bow in his hand you understand why he’s standing so close.

he gave you instructions on how to hold it, where to position your fingers, where not to hold too tight and everything else, but you were barely listening to. you weren’t listening because you weren’t interested but because you could feel light rain drops dripping on your body as time went by, also because of the raising heat between your bodies.

“steady,” he says, voice so close and soft in your ear. your breath became slightly caught in your chest as you tried to stay as steady as possible. the rain was at a light shower now but you could feel it getting a bit heavier. your clothes were getting wetter by the minute. but you didn’t mind much, you were too focused on his warm hands resting on yours.

steadily, you let go of the arrow and it hits the second ring. you could practically hear the smile on his face as he pulls away from you. “good. now one more-” he starts, grabbing another arrow but someone from inside his home interrupts. “come inside you too!” the two you quickly recognized the voice as his mothers’ and spot her standing at the door. her clothes wore lightly rain droplets unlike the two of you who were soaked.

kevin didn’t reply to her just simply turned his back and faced you. “one more, for me?” he asks, as your eyes lingered on the wet shirt that was glued to his skin with water and his wet hair. you nod, mindlessly and a grin grows on his face. he gives a glance to his mother who only looks at him with a frown the door.

the rain continues to pour down as you pull the string of the bow back and your eyes stay straight up ahead, towards the target. kevin checks your aim by looking ahead then your focus by looking at you but can’t take his off of you. you don’t notice kevin’s stare until you’ve let the arrow lose and you smile good as it punctures a hole in the center. kevin doesn’t look at the target but spot your smile so he gives you a proud grin. you look over at kevin for approval, not expecting him to be looking at you but when you catch his dark eyes looking at your lips, your heart races.

kevin isn’t afraid to lean in but he doesn’t lean in to touch the lips- just brush them so then he can see how needy you are for the kiss. as expected, you’re quick to close in the gap and kiss him. rain drops ran down your faces, joining the full kiss. without much thought, kevin deepened the kiss, seeking the warmth your mouth provided.

your lips were his favorite thing about you. the warmth of them, how sometimes they’re slightly chapped or nice and soft, how they look so pretty wrapped around his…

“kevin!”

his mother called once again making him pull away from you and groans loudly. you chuckle at his annoyed state. “come on,” you say turning around before putting the bow in one hand and holding his hand in the other. “i’m definitely gonna shower,” you say stepping onto the porch.

“we’re,” he corrected once again with a grin.

“we’re definitely gonna shower.”

 2023 kausstar.

i bit of kevin like some of you wanted. also gonna be posting something for tyler tmr or the day after before y’all send a hitman on me.

#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star #we need to talk about kevin #we need to talk about kevin x reader #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian x reader #yandere kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine #yandere kevin khatchadourian x reader

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ang3lik · 1 year

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──⠀⠀ kevin khatchadourian⠀!

#𝘢𝘯𝘨3𝘭𝘪𝘬.#we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian x reader #kevin khatchadourian imagine

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dollepins · 7 months

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kiss me, comfort me

kevin khatchadourian x reader. fluff, kisses, reader is afraid of the dark. might be a little ooc because it’s my first time writing for him. very short, 0.4k words.

warnings — none, unless the dark triggers you i guess? but it’s really nothing, and i use a curse word or two.

kevin, of all the things he did understand, did not for one second comprehend how someone could be afraid of something as simple as the dark. the logic did not add up, in his opinion. darkness is natural; the sun sets and moon takes its place, humans turn off their lights and drift to sleep.

why does that scare you?

you honestly didn’t know why you told him. all he did was smile a bit and poke fun at you, but when he turned away, you couldn’t help but feel it in the pit of your stomach—how stupid you were. how silly. why would you ever go to him for comfort when he barely ever offers it to you anyway? you bite the inside of your cheek.

maybe you thought there were monsters in the corner of your room sometimes. maybe it was just irrational and dumb, with no reasoning to back it up other than a simple cliché.

either way, you knew that later, when he turned the lights off to lure you both into sleep’s grasp, the teasing would begin once more. well, you thought.

your eyes were shut tight for a moment after the room encased itself in black, and after a moment you felt the weight of the bed shifting and kevin’s slender hands pulling you closer to him. it was easy for you to allow him to pull your back flush to his chest. this was your routine every night, but it felt different now that your secret was out.

kevin’s words—his words that, usually, never carry an inch of sympathy—possessed a certain protectiveness to them now. worry, adoration, whatever you’d like to call it. still, you heard a raspy, “you okay?”

your eyes snapped open. is he really concerned? or is this an elaborate trick?

“i’m fine. jus’ sleepy, kev,” and it was the truth, but not fully. the darkness was still scaring the shit out of you, but being in kevin’s arms added to your drowsiness made things a little better. you were calmer, not as tense.

his hum thrums through your ear and to the rest of your body. “okay. i’m here with you, you know?”

he says it quietly, almost unsure. it sounds foreign to you because you almost never witness him so— hesitant. your breathing slows a little as you begin to get the picture. he is offering you comfort. despite not completely understanding the concept, he wants to give it to you.

instead of choosing to respond directly, you sigh contently and say, “g’night.”

you’re happy when he presses a light kiss to the top of your head and says it back, even gentler. “goodnight, honey.”

— ( dollepins # 2023 )

#🔪 . . . the damned!#kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian x reader #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian x fem!reader #kevin x reader #yandere kevin khatchadourian #yandere kevin khatchadourian x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x s/o #slasher imagines #kevin khatchadourian imagines #slasher headcanons #yandere slashers #yandere slasher x reader

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roseisbeautiful · 9 months

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Dating barry and being a huge Flash fan without knowing his identity:

You and Barry had been dating for a while now, no secret were ever hidden from each other. Atleast that's what you think.

It was no secret to Barry that you were a huge fan of the hero, which makes him more nervous if he ever interacts with you outside in his superhero costume.

Unfortunately it did happen, he was patrolling seeing if any criminals were either harassing or robbing people.

Then he stumbled upon you when you were walking home from work, he panicked when he saw you and try to leave as fast as he can. But to no avail you saw him and decided that you should call for him.

"Mr. Flash! Mr. Flash wait please! " You said screaning for him as you ran and ran, Ofcourse Barry felt bad and stopped trying to ignore you and turned around.

"Hi! How may I help you?" he says nervously scared that he might slip something up that could make you identify that he infact was your boyfriend and not some random guy.

"Nothing it's just I'm a really really big fan of you!" You said squealing like a teenage girl who just got a date with her crush.

"I was hoping if I could get a picture from you, you know??" You said happily and almost giggling through your words. You started to take your phone out even if he had said nothing yet.

Despite that he was nervous he couldn't turned you down, you were excited after all and he couldn't bare to make you sad.

"Yes ofcourse! But please don't post this on any social media platforms!" He said shying away from your gaze. See he knew he could trust you but he couldn't trust social media and what people would say or do to you.

"Ofcourse I'll keep this to myself, I just badly wanted a picture with you since I'm a huge huge fan!" You say to him freaking out and smiley because you met your favorite hero.

After finally like a hundred poses and pictures you finally had enough and thanked him.

Once you got home you couldn't stop fangirling and staring at the pictures in your phone, you couldn't wait until Barry got home to tell what the events for the day was.

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Once you heard the door open you rushed to get up and greet your boyfriend.

"BARRY, YOUR HOME!" You ran to him immediately and you embrace him tightly, also attacking his face with kisses.

Barry smiles at you, then pecks both of your cheeks before breaking the hug.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" He questioned knowing what happened for the most of it but you couldn't know now could you?

"It was fine, but then I met THE FLASH" You said excited to tell him about how you met your favorite superhero. You start to search for your phone in your pockets and when you finally got it out you immediately unlock it fastly.

Lets just say.. You talked Barry's ear off the whole night.

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This was requested by @nagicats, I accidentally deleted the original request, I'm so sorry😭😭. Also please I'm very sorry if this is wasn't the one you wanted

#we need to talk about kevin #ezra miller #kevin khatchadourian #fanfic #the flash #x reader #barry allen #ezra miller imagine

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sadhornyygirl · 10 months

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Welcome to my blog

Here I write about different characters or celebrities that I like. I hope you enjoy.

Materialist

Kinktober 2023 list

Requests are open, send me an ask

This is a +18 blog, so if you are not comfortable with the content, please do not read it.

#billy loomis smut #scream smut #slasher smut #billy loomis x reader #jason voorhees imagine #michael myers smut #billy loomis #scream #billy loomis imagine #jason vorhees smut #guns n roses smut #football players #izzy stradlin x reader #thomas hewitt smut #michael langdon imagine #kevin khatchadourian #ahs imagine

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dazedvivenne · 3 months

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REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

I currently write for

Rafe Cameron

Kevin Khatchadourian

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Donnie Darko

Bill skarsgard (characters + him)

Drew Starkey (+ Any other character of his)

Negan Smith

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

James Patrick March

Kai Anderson

Kyle Spencer

Darry Jenner

IF you have someone specific in your mind, request it and I will try my best to write it!

WHAT DO I WRITE?

Literally everything, I have to no limits so go crazy.

Please go request something about your favourite character <3

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starvingmedievalpeasant · 7 months

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you guys got no idea what i'm cooking in this bitch rn

#requested imagine that turned into a using you for pleasure prequel #kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #wnttak #fanfic #who up keving they khatchadourian #posting this at 3am #kevinposting

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09827 · 1 year

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yandere kevin khatchadourian.

prompt. reaction to breaking up. | cw. kevin khatchadourian.

kevin doesn’t flip out when the words “i'm tired of feeling like the only one putting effort into the relationship.” come out of you. he actually knew this day would happen eventually. that's what he loved about you, you think you're able to control your own life. you don’t believe he's capable of being an absolute asshole to you the way he is to everyone else. he just hates to break it to you, but this isn’t the mean to everyone but me wattpad troupe.

he lets you leave his house but best believe he's not letting you leave his life. he throws a huge tantrum as soon as he knows you're gone for sure. papers have been ripped, walls have been marked up, broken antiques. not in his room though. the room eva put hard work into making for it feel like an actual home for her. kevin's dad told eva to excuse his behavior, saying he’s just heartbroken after his first relationship. “he is just being a boy, going through a hard time.”

it's been a few days since the total shit show, he acts like he doesn't care but he’s behaving like a feral animal. undercover, though. he still is a master manipulator under all that hotness. he'll start looking at other people. not ever talking to them, but kevin knows how to make you jealous. if you show signs of not caring, he'll start leaving anonymous gifts to them to piss you off more.

and if that doesn't work, he'll start actually harassing you. rarely physical, mostly mental. point is, motherfucker is crazy. he won't admit he's in love with you. he won't let you leave him, either. he'll get you back, willingly or not. he will not let you see him sad, but he will let you see him the most psychotic anyone has seen before.

i'm trying to imagine him standing at your door with a cute teddy bear and chocolates. it's too funny. plot twist, the chocolate is his own cute little recipe he made for his mom on mother's day. dirt & mud.

#yandere kevin khatchadourian x reader #yandere kevin khatchadourian #yandere slashers #yandere slashers x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #yandere blurb #mrsk. blurb.#mrsk. reaction.

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kevinsbabydoll · 10 months

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🏹— victoria’s secret, k. khatchadourian x fem!reader

kevin doesnt like the mall. he thinks it’s a colossal waste of time to spend hours upon hours shopping for things you don’t really need. ‘it’s mindless consumerism,’ he’ll say whenever you ask him if he wants to come shopping with you. he’ll drag along behind you, and won’t bother to mask his disgust. ‘do you really need another dress? he’d ask, ‘your closet is overflowing with unnecessary excess’ he’d say.

what he does like, however, is telling you what to buy. does he particularly care if you buy a pink dress or a blue one? not at all, but the thought of manipulating you into dressing for his personal preferences and aesthetic gets him giddy.

so he’ll come with you to try on some new clothes, even give his input here and there. and that’s why he’s standing here outside the dressing room of some clothing store he doesn’t know the name of with a look of apathy on his face. the music playing is starting to get on his nerves, so he hopes you’ll be done in here soon.

“kev?” you peek your head out of the curtain to see if he’s still there. he raises a brow and looks at you expectantly, waiting to see what you’ve picked out now. you step out and give him a shy look. you’re not sure about this one, since kevin was glaring at it particularly harshly when you had grabbed it off the hanger.

it’s a brown babydoll style top, you liked the way it accentuated your breasts, but you weren’t sure that kevin would like the colour. one look at his wrinkled brow and unimpressed expression and you can tell that you’re not going to buy it. “you don’t like it?” you ask innocently, waiting for a verbal answer.

“brown? really? that color is so dull and uninspiring...” kevin says plainly, staring at you with a look of indifference. you nod and turn back into the dressing room, “yeah… you’re right..i don’t think i’m gonna get it.” once you’re behind the curtain, kevin smiles. he likes to give you the illusion of a choice, even though he knows you’ll do exactly what he wants you to.

you look like a kicked puppy when you come out holding the discarded top. you leave it on the rack and kevin sighs once he sees your expression. “if you’re just gonna pout about my opinions, why do you keep asking for them?” he’s scowling now, and you know you shouldn’t have been so apparent, “i’m not pouting, i’m just disappointed i haven’t found any nice tops yet..” you say shyly, looking at your boyfriend’s expression.

the two of you walk out of the store, you’re carrying some bags filled with a few skirts and some flared jeans. you found out that kevin likes pink on you, since it’s pretty much the only colour of anything you’ve tried on that he hasn’t blatantly said he hated. you’re walking towards another store, but stop outside of victoria’s secret.

kevin sees your eyes light up, and he plays the role of the doting boyfriend once again. “you wanna try something on in here?” he wasn’t expecting this. you nod and lead him into the store. you walk towards a pink babydoll with a black bow around the waist, and hold it up against your body. “what do you think, kev? do you like it?” you ask excitedly. he gives you a smirk, “you should grab a few like that and try them on,” this was the most enthusiastic you’ve seen him all afternoon. (which is to say, not sulking and being slightly hurtful) you nod excitedly and grab a few more sets. your arms are full and you walk towards the dressing room.

you get undressed and the babydoll over your head, admiring how it flatters your curves and makes your breasts look perfect. with the baby pink and black, it’s the perfect combination of innocent and sexy. you’re excited to show kevin, so you unlock the door and position yourself on the doorframe. you try to pose seductively for him, but kevin thinks you look more like a baby kitten.

“look at you, all dolled up in that pretty lingerie” he teases, sliding a hand onto your waist, sliding up upwards past your breast. you feel your breath catch in your chest as your boyfriend’s face gets closer to yours. you admire his pretty face, and lean in for a kiss, but he pulls his lips away; he’s teasing you. you whine, and close the space between the two of you. his lips are slightly chapped, so you think he must’ve bitten them. you smile into the kiss and kevin pulls away, so you turn to go try on the others.

as you walk into back into the dressing room, you notice kevin following you in. before you can ask what he’s crashing his lips against yours. the door slams and he shoves you against the wall. “kev.. i thought you wanted me to try these other—”you’re cut off by a moan escaping your throat. kevin wastes no time unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his cock. the tip is flushed pink and leaking, and you figure his boner must’ve been really uncomfortable in those tight jeans of his.

you should’ve known that this was a bad idea, you can tell just by the way he’s looking at you that you’ll be screaming his name. you’re pressed up against the mirror and kevin has a hand around the fabric covering your tummy. he pushes his cock inside you, making you moan. his hips are snapping into yours roughly and you’re trying not to scream his name in the middle of the store.

“oh god, kevin…!” you moan, “we’re in public…” kevin doesn’t seem to care, as he only thrusts harder. “yeah, so you better keep your mouth shut,” he growls into your ear, and bites your earlobe. kevin’s cock kisses your cervix; you start feel overwhelmed with pleasure, and the coil in your tummy is about you unravel. “oh god! kev.. ‘m gonna cum…” you moan, trying to keep your voice down. the shameful thought of one of the employees catching you and kevin fucking in the dressing room is enough to push you to orgasm. you’re worried about the babydoll getting ruined, but kevin shows a level of uncharacteristic restraint.

he enjoys the lingerie. usually, kevin prefers you wear nothing at all, but there’s something about seeing you in the lingerie that makes him feel something deep in his gut. it reminds him of your innocence. he finishes in you with a soft whimper. you feel his cum fill you up and he leans on your shoulder for a brief moment.

you take a deep breath and look at kevin. “i can’t believe we just did that” you whisper with wide eyes. he smirks at your expression and pulls his pants back over his hips. he walks out coolly without saying a single word. you get dressed again and head out of the dressing room. you decide you’re gonna get all of the lingerie you picked out, even though you didn’t try the other ones on. you walk with kevin to the till and give the cashier all of the garments.

“oh.. i dunno if i’m gonna have enough for all of these..” you frown once the cashier rings them all through and you see the total of $250. you’re trying to decide which ones to keep and which ones to put back when kevin speaks up.

“i’ll get them for you,” he smiles with faux chivalry, pulling his credit card out of his jeans pocket. the cashier takes it and starts to bag your lingerie once its all been paid for. “kevin, i didn’t know you had a credit card..” you say dumbly as he throws an arm around your waist loosely. you take the bag from the cashier and begin to walk out of the store. “i don’t,” he smirks at you and pockets eva’s card. as you’re leaving, kevin decides that maybe the mall isn’t that bad.

#🏹—kevinsbabydoll #kevinsbabydollfics #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian imagine #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian x reader

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werezmastarbucks · 8 months

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kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship pt 2

first part

warnings: mutual abuse, mentions of school shooting, folie a deux, mentions of stalking, mentions of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, living with trauma, otherwise it's fun! also, Kevin gets way more jail time while I'm captaining this ship

• Kevin got a reduced sentence, because at the time of the shooting he was just three days shy of sixteen

• that shows that he was calculating from the beginning to the end. Moreover, he calculated exactly how much time it would take him to fuck you, and he managed to do it even with some spare time left

• the headlines screamed of despair. You heard that Kevin had killed his father and his little sister - that angelic, innocent, happy girl, before going to school

• there were many times when you asked yourself why he spared you

• but there were now other things to think about. Like, how you were supposed to go on living now. Your own little grudge about that night at the party dissipated and became a minor failure even before the calendar year was out.

• you heard his mum sold the house and moved away on the outskirts of the city. She didn't leave the town though, because at first, Kevin was held at the local facility for minors.

• even you got your share of hatred, to say nothing about his mother.

• the police investigated you mildly, because you were the only survivor in the massacre. They quickly understood you hadn't conspired with Kevin. But people didn't care.

• very soon, you moved away and left the town, and school, behind you.

• five years of therapy, contemplation, heartache, spent with total lack of comprehension of what had transpired. Weeks turned into months as you went into a frenzy, sitting in your room, staring at the walls, trying to find your place in this story.

• you were recalling all of the moments you spent with him, one by one, trying to find the second he snapped. You remembered how you marveled at the beautiful stack of arrows on his wall. Just like Robin Hood's.

• five years of therapy, and self-reflexion. And then, when you were twenty years old, you decided to google his name for the first time in all that time.

• "I don't know why I did it: Kevin Khatchadourian, school shooter with a bow, has been transferred to the adult prison". An article from three years ago. There was a lot of news about him, a lot of pictures of Kevin. Him in his orange costume, hair cut short, and he looked like a disgraced puppy, lost. He was almost nothing without his magical poetic hair.

• one of the videos from court displayed him crying, hiding his face in his hands. You knew these tears were nothing but an act; just a thing everybody expected, or maybe, he wanted to try, and see if the reaction would be to his benefit.

• "The Robin Hood school shooter feels remorse, apologizes to families"

• there were even articles about you, though, in fewer numbers. Still, some theories that you helped Kevin to lock the hall; or that you were his sex toy that he had mercy on. As you went deeper on the internet, there were even accusations of satanism and demonology.

• through the news articles you watched Kevin grow. He turned seventeen, eighteen, then, his hair grew a little. Today, he was being fried in the adult prison. Very soon, there was another school shooting in the same state, so everybody forgot about Kevin Khatchadourian. Plus, he killed so few people; just seven. Weak. Reading this number, every time all these five years, you were taken aback. The whole ordeal felt like it lasted at least an hour. You were seeing everything in slow motion

• the truth was, every time you closed your eyes, for the longest time after, you started seeing Kevin's distorted face. As he grinned with hatred while he was killing your classmates. Little tiger cubs make that face when they learn to roar.

• the latest pictures of him were from the last year; he was a young man of twenty now. His black slick hair brushed back, bruises on his cheekbones. He was a broken man, the light dull in his eyes. Only in the corners of his mouth, there was the old Kevin. The Kevin who laughed at dumb people.

• sooner or later it was inevitable that you started asking yourself questions you couldn't answer. Could I have prevented it? To what degree has he been using me? Why did he spare me? Not like he cared about me? In his eyes, as he looked at me in the yard, there was nothing but resentment.

• you went to see him in prison, thinking about how you looked to someone who hadn't seen you in years. Thinking about your classmates who didn't get to be twenty, nineteen, throwing hats in the air, buying cars, traveling the world.

• all your unrequitted loving, and the dark undulgence, the sense of being the chosen one aside, you thought of those teenagers they used to be and stayed forever, and you wished to be in their place. Because then, you wouldn't have to see Kevin again.

• he looked worn out, but wild in a way, the same pitch-black hair, the same empty stare. Only, it became completely hollow now. His eyes only lit up for a secons when he saw you entering the room.

• you trembled with the realization that this person on front of you, behind the glass, killed seven people you knew, and was now smiling to you. A grown-up cougar. Unaffected, bored, like your coming was a matter-of-fact occurrence.

• his first question was what took you so long. He thought you'd run with lectures and commeuppances ages ago.

• his face sported a split eyebrow, there was a bruise on his forehead. His cheekbone was cut, it seemed, some time ago already, and a pink scar made his perfect fucking face asymmetrical.

• "Did you get beaten up?" you asked. He replied that he had got into a fight. His knuckles were torn to shreds almost, it was unpleasant to look at them; his skin was pale, pulled over his skull. Black circles around the eyes told you he didn't sleep well. He looked ever more like a vampire. The unpleasant kind, not like from the Vampire Diaries.

• he tried to ask you again, why you didn't visit him earlier. His mum was the only one, he said, who ever came, besides the lawyers and the journalists. You scoffed at it and left it without the answer. His eyes were palpating you, examining. His mouth slightly agape. He hasn't seen a woman, you thought, except his mother, for a very long time.

• "I came to ask you one question", you said, and Kevin made the face of annoyance. You went on anyway. "Why did you kill my friends?" He mocked you. Why did he do it. If only you knew how many people came here and sat in your place, and asked the same stupid question. Have you people no imagination nor consciousness to bore him with that? Like he knew. "Because I could", he spat out, "because I wanted to, and I had the means. Because I was annoyed with those people, and they made me irritated. What reasons do you want? I have no idea why I fucking did it; to piss you off? To make you spend five fucking selfish years thinking about why I fucking did it".

• you were not impressed. You didn't expect a fifteen year old narcissist to comprehend his own actions completely.

• "Why did you spare me then?" He shrugged.

• "Because you were nice to me".

• "I punched you in the face".

• he shrugged again like it didn't matter. But it did matter to him back then.

• you're like a robot, you said, you're not supposed to feel anything for a girl who you fucked and threw out like a sock with dry cum. You're a machine and you shouldn't feel anything. It irritated Kevin, this comparison with an inanimate object. Truth was, you were trying to get to his core, to hurt him as bad as you could, to see if he's still alive at all.

• "What's your point?" why didn't you kill me with the rest of them?

• he clutched the phone and rolled his eyes like you were asking the stupidest possible questions. His eyes then drifted down to your chest, where, propped against the glass, was your arm with an old, long scar from the razor.

• "Why, you have a death wish now?" he whispered. A familiar lustful smile was curling his lips. You noticed another scar on his lip, from someone's fist. It must be tough for the pretty boy here at prison. You wondered if the inmates were afraid of him.

• "I could organise it, you know". You realized he almost never, if ever, called you by your name. At all, as if it didn't exist. You wondered if he even knew your name at all.

• "You can't, you're in prison. You're a rat behind the glass. Do you understand, Kevin, that some of the parents of my dead friends, killed themselves years later?"

• he swayed his head with a question, like, what's he have to do with this information?

• "And", you panted now, "all because of one angry boy, and you're... it's the lack of grey matter in your brain poless, Kevin. You're a psychopath. And it's not good, do you understand, you're less than others. You're a little bit less of a human than the rest of us".

• finally, you saw the look of indignation on him. It was rage and disgust, but so quiet that his face just elongated, like a cat's. He was silent, burying you with his stare.

• "We all need one thing, Kevin. All of us. But you can't have it. It is inaccessible to you. That's why you did it".

• Kevin's nostrils were flaring. You put down the phone and stood up to leave. You could hear him scream through the glass. You caught him right by the balls. He was so smart, so, so intelligent unlike all these dumb people. But he couldn't guess what you meant. All these years he'd been searching for the answer, and it was just out of his reach.

• "What? What is it? What is it? What is it, Y/N?"

• he got fifteen years, actually. So, he was out when he was thirty. Still very young, all life to live. He pretended a lot in prison to get the appeal, but he was never granted it. Still, just fifteen years, and then he was out.

• you haven't seen him for ten years.

• the 8th of April was shifting further and further from you. Watching all the school shooting happening in the country was strange. Like almost each of them seemed a next chapter to you, like you were supposed to puzzle them all in, into one coherent picture. You changed jobs, you got in and out of relationships, none of which stuck. You didn't talk with your best friend from school, you drifted apart. You moved out and lived alone, acquiring lonely hobbies and observing people.

• the short visit to prison to see Kevin left a bleak impression of frustration. The memory of losing your virginity to him seemed like a minor failure still. You remembered that night very vividly, and now all of the time you were spending with him, was very clear to you.

• looking back, you saw the manipulation and hot and cold approach he practiced on you. You were something of a practice dummy for him. You could travel back in time and stand there next to yourself on the porch of someone's house and watch yourself kiss him for the first time. You could see him now, from a great angle, how he trapped you in his cobweb. How his eyes were never warm or loving, or even interested, but always calculating, measuring. He always looked at you, you realized, as if he was trying to guess your height for a coffin.

• you've never thought of the life 'after'. In your mind, the fifteen years of prison were eternal. You thought it was the period of time during which you would kill yourself

• you tried to learn everything about ASPD as if it could help you in anyway to deal with what had happened.

• the year when he got released, you only learned about it from the news.

• "Kevin Khatchadourian, the Robin Hood shooter, to be released this May". The article reminisced of the tragedy, and speculated on whether fifteen years have shaken Kevin enough for him to become a good boy. Kevin, it said, had gotten a pretty good rehabilitation back in the minor facility, and very rarely was in trouble at prison. He was an excellent inmate, obedient, friendly and very active at the workshops. He worked at the hospital wing and cared for other inmates. You wondered how many people he made die slowly and painfully, getting high on the power he had over them.

• not immediately did it shake you to reality: Kevin was now about to be free in two months. You tried not to stress about it too much. He didn't give a shit about you. Not then, not now. The therapy groups organized specifically for his victims and the families gathered that spring more often than usual. You weren't accepted there, weren't welcome. They couldn't forgive you for surviving.

• a week after his release you noticed Kevin on the other side of the street as you left for work in the morning. You didn't much care and ignored him. But the sight of him was something to think about. His hair was now long, almost to his shoulders. He was broad-shouldered, tall, and even from across the street you could see his warning eyes.

• you were careful not to get any pets or close friends. It wasn't a problem before, and it wasn't now.

• you cut yourself sometimes, and now started to do it more often - every time you caught yourself thinking, finally he's out.

• you've never gone to a proper doctor, only had therapy for five years, which you quit after visiting him in prison. It was all useless, you thought, because I still want him, and even more now. Everything that's happened to you shaped you into this creature of guilt and need.

• but also rage.

• he once held you by the throat and aimed an arrow at you, and since then, you barely felt fear, like someoned switched it off.

• Kevin came to your place. You tried to shut the door into his face, but he caught it. Close up, you could see his face, thin and pale with the lack of sun.

• he wanted to talk to you. Like adults.

• he said that no, you were never that special, but you actively chose him, again and again, and he was interested to find why. When it appeared so easy to make you have sex with him, he lost interest, but then, at the night of the massacre, for some reason, he just didn't feel like killing you

• you were nobody, to each other, he hasn't even thought about you the first five years, before you came to visit.

• then the thought of you became somewhat of obsession

• he probably idealized you

• you asked where he lived now, and he said that his mum bought a flat in the city and had a room for him. You called him pathetic. At first, he didn't react; he looked broken.

• but there was still the same sense of grandeur in him; you, a feeble creature, thought you could outpower him with only your fury and jealousy, indignation at what he'd done

• but, as Kevin once told you, the world was so unfair to little, pretty girls like you

• he threw you on the floor of your kitchen

• you laughed with relief, saying, "Finally! I thought just fifteen years of prison broke you like a dry twig".

• the look of recognition sparked in his eyes; he kneeled over you as if to say something, and you got his nose with your fist

• one would say it was a happy (in the most infernal way) reunion

• you fought, and laughed, and kicked each other, and kissed with the blood dripping heavily in between your mouths. Only there, in the isolated square of your apartment, you could finally confess to yourself that you didn't give a shit about anything; you haven't for some time.

• the blood was smeared on the floor, on the table, on the cupboards of the kitchen from how much you fought and punched each other

• he left you half dead, and redeemed, it felt

• he said that he'd return soon, and he expected you to be there waiting for him. He didn't want you to go to work or see anybody.

• you laughed at this suggestion and got up to tell him something to his face.

• he was in the bathroom, washing his face. The blood was dripping from his nose onto his t-shirt; he looked like a painting

• and paintings are objects you could own.

• you said "Make me"

• and his smile was almost happy; Kevin could only master so much, that it looked like a deranged grin. The time he spent on the bottom of helplessnes in prison, with nothing but his own self, changed the way he smiled. There was nothing behind his eyes when he smiled now.

• he promised he would go out and fuck whoever he wanted, and then return to you, smelling like other women, and there was nothing you could do about it

• you clenched your fists, but you were now so weak you could barely stand. Your whole body ached.

• he helped you shower and washed your hair, tugging on it, giving you instructions, like an idiot, expecting that he had the same control over you

• after work, you go straight home, you don't text with your parents, don't see your friends, every time you leave your house, you tell him where

• you laughed like crazy at these words.

• Kevin, Kevin. His name was like melody. The pain in your body, bruises, were the first thing you felt in a long time, and, coincidentally, they were connected with the feeling of elation you had now, that his hands were on your neck and your shoulders.

• you could fuck whoever you wanted, Kevin, but it would only happen one time, because if you do, I'll cut your balls off

• and to make him sure that you weren't bluffing, you tried to stab him with manicure scissors from the bathroom mirror.

• his reactions were fast, and he caught your hand inches from his face.

• as he looked down at you, sitting in your bathroom in the pool of pink blood, blood on your forehead, your eyes rolling, he thought about the time he finally started paying attention at school. The girl who loved frogs so much she couldn't look at dead ones. Weak-gutted.

• he now almost admired how deranged you have become. At the moment of epiphany he realized he was the one who made you like this. He was so, so happy. Or what he thought was happiness.

• you pulled on his collar, biting your lip, and put his face very close to yours

• "Don't fuck with me". He saw all the fun coming and he didn't have any desire to disobey.

• Look, what was that damn thing you were talking about when you visited?

• you watched his sculpted face and his sharp bones, the tilt of the head and the vampiric malevolence in his eyes. What was love anymore? Would it have made any difference, morally, if you two had met in normal circumstances, and, more importantly, if he was normal? Would you even have fallen for him if he was a good boy?

• this life was a vortex that became tighter and tighter every year. Next to your memories of school, was this confined bathroom, like you existed on all of the planes at the same time. You laughed at your own naive young self that was looking for excuses for Kevin. uwu, his mum didn't want him. He's too pretty to be that bad. He didn't need excuses, he was always the villain. The good people are never that striking, that vivid and suffocating.

• nevermind, Kevin, it doesn't matter. I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

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slasherscream · 6 months

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the crazy ass boys and that punisher scene *would* be kooky crazy and you absolutely should do it - the FLAVOR…

A/N: do i feel bad for reader? yeah, of course... but lowkey this shit kinda funny. TW: the kevin and josh parts of this feature attempted sexual assault of reader. if you get the urge to community label this block me and don't read it instead xoxo.

crazy ass boys gang + reader kills someone based on that one punisher scene

billy loomis:

He deserves it. The hands wrapped tightly around his throat, his mind going foggy from the lack of oxygen. Head pounding in pain from the several blows he’d taken to it. His vision swims as he stares up at the monster he himself had created: Ghostface.

One thing he’d never considered about making it so he and Stu were the sole survivors of the Woodsboro massacre was what tantalizing targets they’d become for any Ghostface copycats. He curses himself for it now. It was ridiculous to think that infamy like theirs wouldn’t inspire other bloodthirsty maniacs.

To be murdered in his own home, the way so many of his own victims met their fate, is particularly insulting.

‘What an ironic way to go,’ Billy thinks as he starts to black out.

And that should be it. There shouldn’t be anything after the blackness. But suddenly he’s taking large, greedy gulps of air again and rolls to the side heaving. He finds himself face to face with the Ghostface copycat who sports a new accessory: a kitchen knife in the side of their neck.

Senses coming back to him, he slowly begins to hear the miserable animal-like whimpering of another person in the room and rolls onto his back. Standing over him and his cheap knockoff is his partner, Y/N, blood splattered across their trembling hands.

“Did I kill them? Are they dead?” Before you’ve even finished the sentence Billy is shaking his head no.

“No, baby, no you didn’t kill them. It’s okay.” The words hurt to get out but he forces them anyway. He has to reassure you that you aren’t like him. That you aren’t a killer.

Believe it or not, he never wanted this for you. You aren’t like him or Stu. You aren’t built for this. But here you are, blood on your hands because it came down to Billy or a stranger and you’ll always choose Billy, no matter what the choice costs you.

Billy forces himself to move when he notices the way the rise and fall of the Ghostface’s chest slow to the jerking heaves of the dying.

He yanks the knife from their neck and they make a gurgling, wet noise of pain. It’s the sound people make while they drown in their own blood. Billy is more than used to it, and barely registers it. But as quiet as the room is, the noise is deafening for you, and you turn to retch.

“You didn’t kill anyone baby, I promise.” Billy slits their throat so quickly it’s done before you even turn back around. “I killed them, okay?”

josh washington:

Josh’s hearing these days is inhuman, which is only fair since Josh himself isn’t quite human these days.

Also inhuman is his bond with you. He’s in tune with you, to put it lightly. His abnormally cold body forever seeks out the heat of your own. He relishes in your calming scent. He listens eagerly for the sound of your breathing, your heartbeat, your voice.

That’s why, even with the music at this party turned up to deafening volumes, he registers the sound of your scream as if you were standing side by side.

The noise awakens something animalistic in him. His mouth, already half split into a permanent, razor-toothed snarl, pulls back even further. He looks monstrous. He pushes and shoves violently through the crowd of mindlessly gyrating bodies in a panic.

‘Where are you, Y/N?!’ He thinks, sick to his stomach.

Even through the heavy smells of sweat, alcohol, and weed, he’s able to follow your scent outside. Here he’s in his element. The air is clear and damp, and it’s easy to track you. You’re in the woods just beyond the house, still screaming, when he finds you.

Immediately he gathers you in his arms, snarling and growling into the open air at any potential threats.

“I killed him. I killed him, Josh.” You shriek, voice high and sharp with panic.

He nuzzles his cheek against yours comfortingly. It takes him a second to remember he’s human and can speak. That’s when he smells the blood. His pupils dilate at the sweet, metallic scent and he searches for the source, eyes seeing perfectly even in the darkness of the night.

His eyes land on a man laying haphazardly on the ground, head bent at an odd angle on a rock. Blood oozes sluggishly over the stone and Josh’s heart stops at the sight.

“I was just trying to get some air and this guy followed me out here and he wouldn’t leave me alone, so I ran, but he followed me. He followed me! And he tried to…” You sob on the words that won’t come and Josh knows instantly what happened. His mind paints the rest of the horrible picture. “... all I was doing was trying to get him off me. That’s all I was trying to do! I didn’t mean to kill him, Josh. Oh god, I didn’t mean to kill him.”

You’re not a killer. Josh isn’t one either… but if he has to choose which one of you will have to bear the weight of taking a life he knows he won’t let it be you.

He crosses over to the man, who looks up at Josh with unseeing eyes. There’s only one thing to do. Josh bends down low and braces himself for the way your attacker's blood will taste when he rips out their throat with his teeth.

stu macher:

text from babygirl/babyboy: [ stu there is someone in the house pls hurry im scared ]

He glanced down at the pocket of his jeans ready to roll his eyes when he heard your text notification.

You were probably texting him because you’d checked the kitchen and realized you needed some spice or vegetable ‘desperately’ to be able to make dinner tonight. He almost felt like ignoring it and telling you he hadn’t seen the text until he pulled into the driveway of your home.

But begrudgingly he paused, shifted the grocery bags around in his arms, and pulled out his phone.

His heart stopped.

Instantly, he knew you were serious. He might fuck with you like this but you’d never do the same to him. He dropped the groceries on the ground and ran to the car.

He doesn’t text you to ask if you’re okay. He’s terrified of the answer he could get. More terrified of getting no answer at all, so he just drives. He focuses on the thought of you at home, needing him, and breaks every speeding law there is to get to you.

He parks down the street so as to not tip off the intruder. He grabs the hunting knife he always keeps in his car even though Billy tells him not to and stalks like an animal toward the home you’ve built together. The rage he feels is indescribable. Someone is in his house terrorizing what’s his.

He creeps in through the wide open back door of the house. He pauses and listens for a sound over the pounding of the blood in his ear.

Nothing. For one soul crushing moment there’s nothing at all.

Then he hears the sound of you crying from upstairs and it makes his heart stop. He runs up the stairs as quietly as he can and throws himself into the bedroom ready to do anything to save you.

But you’ve already saved yourself, it seems.

You’ve curled yourself up in the corner closest to the door, watching as the man who attacked you bleeds out from the stab wounds you put in his stomach.

Stu stops moving and watches as the man tries to stop himself from bleeding out, his own cries blending with yours. You were smart enough to keep the knife and you hold it towards the man, shaking with adrenaline and fear.

“Baby-” Stu’s voice breaks the spell you’re in and you turn to him and begin to cry in earnest. You were holding yourself together, waiting on him to save you and he came too late.

“He’s dying Stu, I killed him. Oh god, I killed someone.” Blood from the knife you’re holding drips onto the hardwood floor of your bedroom.

“No, baby, you didn’t kill him.” Stu already failed you tonight. He’s not going to let you become a killer because someone broke into your house and you had to survive.

He crosses the room, kneels in front of the burglar, and stabs them twice in the neck. The warm blood hits his face and he doesn’t even relish in it. Just waits for the light in the burglar’s eyes to dim. When it does he turns back to you.

“I killed them, honey.”

jd/jason dean:

The sound of a gunshot rings through the basement loud and clear.

JD freezes, mind racing as he thinks of what to do next. It’s not every day that you’re caught planting bombs in the building where the Dean’s office happens to be. This was his last stop.

All the other bombs have already been carefully placed throughout campus. Even if he’s caught now, the detonator is only just out of reach. If he can reach it, the plan will still be a success. The only minor hiccup would be dying beneath a couple thousand piles of rubble. But that’s a small thing. It’d be worth it. For you, JD would do anything.

This university had taken everything from you. He’d watched it happen. Had sat by, rage simmering just beneath the surface as he tried to let you handle your own problems. You’d insisted he’d let you handle the situation. You’d let yourself get walked all over, is what happened. But JD doesn’t blame you for how everything turned out.

You’re too gentle. Too sweet. You don’t have that animal instinct to fight or go to war. It was one of the reasons you endeared yourself to JD so quickly. You were intensely vulnerable in a world so resolutely cruel that you were breathtaking just by existing. To watch you come to harm of any kind was painful. But it all ended today. Even if it killed him.

“Oh no, oh please no.” Your voice makes JD turn in bewilderment.

“What on Earth are you doing here-” JD’s eyes go wide at the scene before him.

There’s a security guard on the ground, unconscious, a pool of blood seeping from them. He can see the entry wound on their back. He wonders if the bullet is lodged in them or if it went straight through.

“I didn’t want to kill him. I was just- I was coming to stop you from doing this but I didn’t… I saw the guard coming up behind you with a gun, and… and his finger was on the trigger. He was gonna kill you. He was gonna-”

JD steps gracefully around the puddle of blood the guard is making and takes you into his arms. You fall into them with a wet sob.

He feels his heart go warm, the way it always does when he holds you. You came here to stop him from protecting you and wound up protecting him in turn. Whether you like it or not, the two of you are soulmates. You’ll always come first to one another. Damn the rest of the world entirely.

But JD knows you’re too tender for this. Knows that killing will break your spirit, not free you the way it freed him.

He gently pries the gun from your fingers (and almost laughs at the thought of you trying to confront him with his own gun), turns, and shoots the guard execution-style in the back of his head.

“You didn’t kill anyone, darling. You don’t have it in you.” He pulls you back into his arms. “But don’t worry about that, you’ll never have to when I’m around.”

kevin khatchadourian:

Kevin told you the guy was bad news. But generally, Kevin was an untrustworthy judge of character because he hated everyone, especially anyone who pulled any of your precious attention away from him. So, you decided to tutor the other man despite Kevin’s insistence you do no such thing.

You should have listened to Kevin.

Of course, your classmate didn’t actually need tutoring. He was just trying to get close to you. He said as much as he pinned you against your couch, rough hand sliding up up up your leg, to the juncture of your thighs. It quickly became clear that your classmate didn’t care whether or not you wanted to become close to him as well.

You’d shoved him away from you as hard as you could once he started trying to remove your clothes. It was a good shove. He’d landed right on the corner of the coffee table. There’d been a sickening crunch as the back of his head hit the wood. Then there was nothing. And now he was making a low, animal noise from what seemed like the very pit of his stomach. He must’ve been in agony.

You didn’t move a muscle. You were probably in shock. You just sat, holding your ripped shirt to your chest. All the while knowing that if you didn’t do something soon, this man that had tried to force himself on you would die.

Kevin walked in through the front door of your apartment. You heard him take off his shoes. Throw his keys onto the table in your entryway. Heard him begin to shuffle his way toward the scene of the soon-to-be crime.

“Y/N?” He’s suddenly kneeling in front of you, blocking the view of your attacker, who still keeps on with that miserable whining.

“Kevin?” Numbly, you reach for him, place your hands on his shoulders and grip them tightly. You try to pull him towards you but he holds himself away, staring at you.

“What happened?”

You glance a little to the side and can see the other man still sprawled across the ground. “I should have listened to you.”

Kevin’s thumb gently drags along your freshly busted lip, smearing blood along the length of your mouth, “What happened?”

His voice is so unusually tender that the haze of confusion and fear breaks and you sob. You try again to pull him towards you and this time he comes willingly, enveloping you in his arms. For someone so distant, who adopts and discards emotions and feelings as easily as a mask, Kevin’s embraces are always tight and all-consuming.

You stay like that for only a few minutes. When Kevin pulls back, he wipes away your tears with your own ripped shirt. You stare at one another. You never know what he’s thinking, now being no exception, but for once you let yourself get lost in the inky blackness of his eyes and feel comforted, not unnerved.

“Go take a bath.” The command comes out of nowhere.

“What? Kevin I-” A slightly louder moan than the rest cuts you off and the look on Kevin’s face fades from whatever was there when he was looking at you to his typical viciousness.

“I’m going to put him out of his misery. He’s already dying. There’s no use calling an ambulance, and I wouldn’t let you anyway. So you’re going to let me do what I need to do, and you’re going to go take a bath while I do it. Then you’ll go to bed, and when you wake up, it will all be over. Understand?”

He doesn’t give you the option to disobey. He helps you to your feet, guides you to the bathroom, and even starts the bath for you. Then he goes back into the living room to kill a man as if it means nothing to him.

You sit in the bath with your knees to your chest, and listen to the sounds of running water instead of focusing on the fact that the man has finally gone quiet.

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NEW NEIGHBORS

☆ kevin khatchadourian x f! reader￨nsfw content￨wc: 2.1k

eva practically begged kevin to go with her to welcome the new neighbors. just to mess with her, he went, but god was he surprised to find you.

dark content ⭒ mdni ! no description of reader. talks of murder. obsession. manipulation. y/n used once (i hate fucking using it). swearing. family problems (you hate your father). stalking. mutual masturbation. him watching you through his window. vvv long.

𝓴aus. can y’all call off the hitman now? i gotta write more peter sutherland later.

the kitchen was filled with silence, after eva, kevin’s mother, had asked him to greeted the neighbors— who she had noticed early that morning—with her. kevin was thinking— contemplating whether he wanted to go and be social or not. he felt there was no need to speak to people who he didn’t care for or weren’t doing anything that benefited him, but the thought of the neighbors being rude, rich and cruel to his mother made his lips turn up into a grin. “okay,” he mumbled, taking his jelly sandwich to the couch.

hours later, his mother calls him downstairs. he finds her standing behind the kitchen counter, a small bouquet of flowers and a basket of fruit sitting in front of her. “do you still want to go with me to greet the neighbors?” she asks, and her son only grins at her nervous expression. she was always so nervous when speaking to him, as if he was gonna kill her or something. “sure, mom!” he exclaims, a no-teeth smile on his face. he could see her shoulders drop, her happy he’s not making her feel bad about asking.

she gives a small nod and a timid smile before grabbing the fruits and handing the flowers to kevin. they walk down their driveway, on the sidewalk a bit and up your empty driveway. kevin follows mindlessly behind his mother, hands wanting to let go of the dumb flowers she brought, until they both reached the door where he holds them up to his nose to get a smell. the sweet scent makes him sigh in disappointment, not really finding anything about them “different”. his mother knocks.

soon after, they watch as the white door opens to reveal someone he didn’t expect to be living in such a house. you were young, way too young to be buying a house like this. your eyes scan over the two as kevin’s mother stutters out a sentence. “h-hello, i’m eva khatchadourian…” his mother smiles before gesturing over to her son behind her, and your eyes follow. “this is my son, kevin. w-we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” she smiled, glancing down at the fruit in her hand.

you look taken back making kevin think no one has done this all afternoon. he wouldn’t have either if it was up to him. “my name’s y/n, and thank you. my parents aren’t home right now but they say thank you too,” you smiled, your teeth showing. kevin sighs gaining your attention. he was disappointed about you not being a big asshole to fuck up his moms day. “oh! really? sorry about that. i didn’t really notice,” eva smiled timidly.

your eyes lingered on how beautiful the boy looked. his black hair fitting how dark his eyes were. it was obvious the two were mother and son. you shake your head at the nerves lady. “it’s fine.” eva nods before realizing the basket still in her grasp. “oh! here’s some fruit,” she hands out the basket which you take.

“thank you, mrs…” you trail on not really sure how to say the name and there’s a awkward silence between the two of you. you waiting for her to tell you her name and her waiting for you to say it, too nervous to realize what you meant. the silence wasn’t broken until kevin spoke. “khatchadourian.” his voice making your attention go his way again.

“right! yes, khatchadourian,” his mother laughed nervously. “khatch… adourian, right,” you nod. the space was making kevin feel uncomfortable and he was begging you just slam the door on his mothers face. “here are your flowers,” he said, moving passed his mother to hand you them. “thank you, kevin,” you smiled and it only made him nod, a grin pushing to be on his face but he denies it.

he quickly walks passed his mother and down the driveway, telling the both of you he’s going home without actually saying it. “sorry about him. he’s never been a social person,” she apologizes, apologetic small smile on her face. “it’s fine. it was nice meeting the both of you. i’ll tell my parents you came by,” you grinned making her nod. “please do and it was nice meeting you as well,” she smiled before making her way down the driveway like her son had.

as eva walked into the house, kevin was making his way up the stairs, heading straight for his room. “she was a pretty girl. maybe you two could make friends,” eva stood at the bottom of the stairs, and the words slipping from her mouth makes him stop to look back at her. she was once again surprised by the grin on his face. “sure mom,” he said before turning back around, smile dropping immediately and a roll of his eyes came along.little did she know, he hated the idea, but whatever made his mom think she knew everything about him.

xxx

the next morning, kevin made his way downstairs, dressed and ready to go to the hell everyone called “school”. “you want breakfast?” his father asked, tapping him harshly on his shoulder. kevin shakes his head. “i’m good.” his father says nothing to him again and speaks to the little girl sitting next to kevin’s standing figure. he couldn’t care too much about the conversation, but he remembers what he said to his mother yesterday about making friends with the neighbor.

the thing that jogs his memory was the sight of you walking down your drive onto the sidewalk, book bag on your back. he was sure why he wanted to keep his promise he made to his mother yesterday, but he’s not sure anymore as he watches you put in your headphones. he wondered what could be so good you needed headphones to listen it?

why not listen out loud? why do you think you’re so safe to even be listening with headphones? do you think no one is willing to snatch you up walking from and to school? “i am gonna walk today,” he said, abruptly not caring what conversation he was interrupting. he picked his book bag up from the counter and headed for the door, not waiting for his parent’s responses. he knew his dad would cover up his odd behavior with his iconic says: “he’s a growing boy.”

on the way to school, kevin didn’t speak to you, he stayed a couple steps behind you, waiting for you to turn around, but you never did. you looked down at the phone sometimes but you mostly looked forward. kevin felt, static run though his body. he could play around with you. he could only grin at the thought of making you terrified.

once making it into school, kevin did his normal: nothing. he wouldn’t get notice by sitting in class and getting straight A’s. he wanted to do something bigger, better. his mind was filled with ideas on how to do so until he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind him. he hated his assignment seat. not only was he sat next to the window but it was likely for someone to seat behind him because it was the last row. his thought was proven correct.

“kevin, right? do you have a pencil i can borrow?” you whisper, leaning in your desk, close to his ear so he could hear you. he haven’t acknowledged your presence until now, he didn’t even know anybody’s name in this class. without much thought, he plucks a pencil from the small place in his book bag before giving it to you. “thank you.” he could practically see your smiling face. “yeah,” he mumbled, not really caring if you heard him or not.

xxx

he had only meant for you to be a “know you for 10 minutes and kill you from my memory” type of person but you seemed to be making your way into his life more so so slowly. after your interaction at school, you’ve been speaking to him more in class, asking about what you had to do and about the students in class who he didn’t know about. no matter how little the words he responded to your questions with, you always put on a fake smile and continue to talk as if you weren’t talking to yourself because he damn sure wasn’t listening.

no, not until you said one thing. “god, i wish i could just kill him sometimes,” you sighed loudly, rolling your eyes with the sentence. most people say things like that out of anger, but by the way you hadn’t let out a friendly chuckle after— it made him think it was different. he watched as the wind blew your one headphone cord into your face by accident. “who?” again his response was short but it meant more than his mumbled responses before.

looking at him, you tilt your head in confusion. he hadn’t looked your way ever since you’d asked him to wait for you so you could walk home together. he, of course, didn’t wait, but you ran to catch up. “my dad. he’s such a fucking asshole. cheated on my mom more times then i can count on one hand. she keeps going back though.” you shake your head at the thought, now looking down at your feet.

a lot of people were asshole. he didn’t really care enough to pick a word to describe his family not until now. he felt no sympathy for you, of course, nor was he trying to make you feel better which would call for sympathy. “my family is…” he tried to push aside the mild, but certainly there, hatred to come up with a clear word. “annoying.” a chuckle from you was heard.

you thought he might of given you a hint at him joking by a grin on his face but when you look you don’t see one. only his dark eyes forcing your grin to turn into a line. “sorry,” you sighed, your house was steps away from you. you would say you were glad so the awkward air could split, but you secretly hoped you were miles away from your home. he on the other hand, felt… something. something, he didn’t like feeling.

hours after, your parents asked if his family wanted to have dinner. your parents thought they would repay his for welcoming them to the neighborhood and for the first time in never kevin was excited. not for the “let’s sit around the table and talk like we’re friends and family” thing but the “you time” where the parents would send the teens to their room once they’re done eating so the parents can talk shit about the teens and clean up.

and after an awkward dinner, filled with nothing but annoying laughs and his mother trying not to act like the massive train wreck she is— it gets to his favorite part. you rolled your eyes dramatically over at kevin from across the table as your dad said another controversial joke that neither of you found very funny— but the others did, of course. “can we go upstairs?” you asked, speaking over their laughter, making their attention shoot to you.

your father eyes kevin as if trying to figure out what his intention is with her daughter. but before your father could even conjure up a word in his brain, your mother speaks. “yes, love. go ahead,” she smiled making you give her a smile as well. you quickly get up from your chair and kevin follows behind but less in a hurry. once in your room, he oddly but quickly went to your bed and sat on it.

the bed bounced the teen a bit before it settled. he leaned a bit on it, hands holding him up so he wouldn’t fall back on it. he looked around the room, eyes catching anything in site with a devilish grasp. the window especially caught his eye, not only because of the way the moonlight shot through it but because of how perfectly you could see into his bedroom window.

“so what do you wanna do?” you said, bed bouncing underneath you as well. you grab his attention, making him sit up fully on the bed. dark eyes, burying into yours. he shrugs. “let’s kiss,” he grinned from ear to ear and you only laugh. “seriously… what do you wanna do?” you question, standing from the bed to look around the room for something. he’s taken by surprise, why didn’t your eyes gloss over like he expected?

he found normal girls in his high schools were stupid. they only wanted a boy to like them and walk them home everyday. they would pass out at the mere thought of a guy kissing them. but you didn’t. “don’t know,” he shrugs again, eyes scanning over you as you went into your closet. “i have broad games…” you looked where you thought they were but they weren’t there. “somewhere,” you frowned, closing the closet. he didn’t really care for the broad games or too much for you.

although he didn’t care about you, he was interested in you. in many thing about you: what made your head spin, what made you shiver, what made you cry or have a sharp pain in your chest, what made you feel fear. not the scary movie fear, but deep rooted fear. his interest leads his brain and limbs.

he stands from the bed as you’re digging through drawers and things. once you realize he’s steps away from you, you look his way just to be met with him walking your way. “what?” you questioned. he only glanced down at you as he walked towards you, his eyes being their normal dark shade, but the way his his head was tilted— it made them darker. he didn’t respond to your question, only stood in front of you for a whooping two seconds before his lips were on yours.

the kiss took you by surprise making you yelp once feeling his lips. his hands straddle your cheeks as his lip move roughly against yours. you hummed at the odd taste of chicken on his mouth and tongue. just to piss his mother off, he ate before coming over. quoting, he was hungry. “kevin,” you whine, pulling at his forearm. you were tired of the taste of chicken that made it’s way into your mouth like a parasite.

he pulls away, hands still resting on your face. “you taste like chicken,” you says, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. before he could muster up a sentence, there was a knock at your bedroom door. the two of you stayed in your position. “are you two in here?” the door cracked open and kevin removed his hands from your face. after the door was fully open, he sees your mother and she smiles at the sight of the two of you.

“hey, i came up to get kevin. they’re heading out,” she explained. you nod, “he’ll be down in a minute.” your mother nods before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. “wanna walk with me to school tomorrow?” you asked, walking back over to your bed to sit. kevin follows but doesn’t sit, just towers. the kiss seemed like nothing to you and he wondered why. no, the feelings that he barely had weren’t hurt, he was just interested.

“i noticed you walking behind me a couple days ago. you can walk with me next time, all you have to do is ask,” you continued, grin on your face. you noticed? “i will,” kevin grins, tempted to say more but he realizes he has to go. “kevin! come on, bud!” he hears his dad calls from downstairs. kevin rolls his eyes at the nickname he had just received seconds ago. you chuckle and kevin knew exactly why.

“it’s not funny,” he says, a light grin on his face as he heads for the door. following behind him, you could only smile harder as he tried not to. “it definitely is,” you laugh, with a teasing grin. you walked him downstairs and waved to him once he left. as your dad shut the door, after the family had left, your mom catches the grin is plastered on your face. “what you smiling about?” she teases and you only shake your head.

“nothing. just thinking about something,” you reply, waving her off before making your way up stairs. “it better not be about that boy!” your dad yells to you and you only roll your eyes.

xxx

“bath time!” kevin’s father yells through their home as he runs up the stairs with the youngest in front of him. she squeals and laughs as he pretends to chase her. kevin could only sigh at the loud noises. he makes his way upstairs slowly, hoping their noises will fade before he makes it to his room. as he shuts the door to his room, he realizes the only source of light in his room is the moon coming the window. the light reminding him that he could see perfectly inside of your room.

he walks over to it and his eyes lock on your bedroom window. the blinds were closed, but the blinds themselves were pulled up, just like they were before he had left. with the blinds being this way it allowed him to see your bed and a bit of the rest of your room. he doesn’t spot you in the room so he decided just to sit at his desk.

after a couple of minutes of searching mindlessly on the web, he finally spots you as you get into bed. the thought of flashing a light into your window and gaining your attention came to his mind but he was stopped by what you were doing. he watched as both your hands disappeared under your blanket, but they didn’t stay, they left with a thin piece of fabric right with them.

you throw them to the floor and quickly one hand found it’s way under the blanket again. your knees parted, allowing your hand to roam under the blanket—leaving more than he’d like to the imagination. he sighed, looking back to his laptop. kevin had tried many times before to get himself off, never worked though. he couldn’t think of anything that didn’t make him angry, or laugh.

putting that aside, he couldn’t help but have the urge to look again and so he did. he moved his chair a bit, over to the open blind window and he finds, your head is thrown back, he assumed, quiet moans slipping out of your open mouth. you were mumbling something through them but he wasn’t too focused on that. his eyes wondered too much on what was happening underneath your blanket.

he could only imagine, though and begged his mind not to go too far which would ruin his fun. he moved a little closer to the window hoping he could get a better look at your face, and as he moves he feels his hard cock against his thigh. the light touch of his thigh against himself making him shiver. he groans as he tries to sit in a different position, hating how sensitive it was. sitting differently didn’t help, he still felt himself. annoyed, he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, past his knees.

his eyes flicker up to you quickly, hoping you hadn’t finished yet and he wasn’t disappointed, finding your eyes shut tightly. he looks down at himself again, cock begging to be let out of boxers. without much of a choice, he pulls himself from his boxers, pink flushed tip leaking a bit of cum. he wraps his hand around his cock and slowly strokes himself up and down. he groans at how insensitive he is.

he winces at the feeling of his cold hand wrap around his cock. his head foggy, he looks out of the window to see your eyes tightly shut, your knees closing in on your hand. he could only stroke himself faster at the sight. imagining hearing you cry out his name, begging him to slip his finger inside of you. he won’t though. he’d love to hear you cry and beg.

“fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back as he feels his cock twitch in his hands. he didn’t let his groans and light moans be unheard by his family if they were listening. he didn’t even care if they walked in. he only cared about making himself feel good. he imagined you on your knees in front of him, sucking at him. he would push your head down and would moan at the sound of you gagging around him.

“shit,” he sweared, looking down at himself. his head leaking cum and his cock stood at attention. kevin could only take a deep breath in through his teeth, feeling himself become close.

he imagined you crying underneath him as he fucks you though another orgasm. “kevin, your parents— fuck, are here,” you would try to whisper but he would only ignore you. he would plunge himself deeper and you cry out even more. he’s lean down to your ear and whisper, “who’s gonna get us caught, huh? you or me?”

he could feel himself snap, as he gasped out of his erotic dream like state. he thighs shock lighting as he came. his cum shooting all over his window and hand. eyes fogged over, lips slightly parted, his chest raising and off dramatically, he came down from his high. he eyes the window and spots you getting up from bed, probably going to clean yourself up.

he does the same. him pulling up his boxers before he grabs the tissues on his desk to clean the window and his hand. he lightly chuckled at himself.

xxx

the next morning, he walks downstairs and he sits at the island. “so how was it?” his mother starts as she puts a bowl of cereal in his area. before replying, kevin picks up the spoon and takes a bite. “how was what?” he glares at her and she gets timid under his gaze. she only turns away to avoid his eyes. “making friends,” she explains, occupying herself by fixing his younger sisters lunch. he shrugs, knowing she couldn’t see him.

before she could speak again, a knock comes to the door. she looks at the door then over to kevin, asking the question of who it was. he shrugged once again. “who is it, momma?” the little girl asks. she goes to shrug, but remembers who is talking to her. “i don’t know, honey,” she says in a soft voice, one that kevin never got. kevin rolled his eyes.

“hey,” he hears your voice then your head pop up in the small window by the front door. “i wanted to see if kevin wanted to walk with me to school?” you smiled, and eva is quick to walk over to the door after giving kevin a smile. she opens the door. “kevin,” she calls and he grabs his things. you smile at him, and he only grins. “sure,” he says, before rubbing the top of your head.

you roll your eyes as he walks past you. “bye bye, mrs…” you had forgotten the name again and silence was suffocating the two of you. “khatchadourian!” kevin yells back so you can hurry up. “yes, that. bye bye,” you smile before walking down the stairs. this time, kevin hadn’t walked that fast and he actually waited for you to caught up.

“i thought i said i was gonna ask,” he grins over at you and you shrug. “you were taking too long,” you grinned. he could only roll his eyes and chuckle. “and plus my mom woke me up early so i was up before you,” you explain and kevin’s eyebrows become stitch together. “how’d you know you woke up before me?” he asks, making you look over at him.

“well your blinds were open,” you shrugged, and he scoffs in disbelief as if he hadn’t did what he did last night. “creep,” he mumbles. “whatever, shooter. good aim on the window by the way,” you grinned and he only grinned back at you.

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