ezra miller oneshots / imagines

him ;; kevin khatchadourian (pt.1)

plot ⇎ kevin falls in love.
warnings ⇎ yandere!kevin, yandere!reader, will be darker themes in later chapters
a/n ⇎ idk how many parts this series will have so bare with me lmao

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"kevin khatchadorian is one fucked up kid", are words kevin hears about everyday. he hears them from people at school; from teachers, from students, from lunch ladies, janitors. he's pretty sure everyone he's came across has said something like that or something along those lines... but not you.

kevin is a pretty intelligent kid. he knows how to manipulate people, to get them to do what he wants, when he wants it. he can observe someone in class and already know what type of person they are or appear to be in the snap of a finger.

but, no matter how many times he watches you, he can never seem to figure out how you work.

it's quite frustrating, he thinks. he can get underneath everyone's skin, whether it's by being as sweet as candy or as rotten as the dead core of an apple, but when he approaches you for the first time, you brush him off with a "don't know, don't care." type of attitude.

it attracts him. kevin watches you even more after that, seeing how you move, how you act around other people. he catches the way you open books, open your locker, how you walk, how you give fake smiles to teachers or students that annoy the living shit out of you. he wonders if something's going on at home, so... he follows you there.

you have a small family; two parents who are in love but don't show it too much around you and your younger brother. kevin finds it amusing how he's younger than you, but taller. you two look nothing alike, making even more theories flood his mind—you're not adopted, because you have the same face as your mother and the same skin tone as your father. your brother has the same smile as your mother, but nothing similar to your father... he peers closer, and freezes when your eyes suddenly meet.

you show no reaction. you just stare, and he stares back. you have pretty eyes. a deep color, and the intensity of your stare has something burning within kevin's stomach. you stand up from the table—murmuring an excuse to your family, and head outside to greet him.

"do you need something?" you ask. he blinks.

"no," he answers, eyes flickering from your family, then back to you. "just observing."

you tilt your head, the corner of your lips lifting up in some type of sneaky smirk. "do i interest you that much, khatchadourian?"

he licks his cherry red lips. he likes his last name coming from your mouth. he wants to hear it again, in that same tone, like you know something he doesn't. he shouldn't like it, but he likes it, he likes it.

"maybe," he answers.

the next three weeks at school are filled with you.

you actually approach him and even if you talk everyday, he still can't figure you out. he puts that inside and focuses onto actually spending time with you and realizes he really enjoys your presence.

kevin doesn't like a lot of things. he likes bow and arrows, likes making his mother feel like the piece of shit she is, likes pretending to be the perfect son to his father, but he doesn't like those things as much as he likes you.

"guess who asked me to homecoming?" you ask, and he freezes.

"you're talking to somebody?" you're only supposed to be talking to him. he doesn't have a problem with you talking to other boys, but, not in that way.

"no," you scoffed. he feels like he can actually breathe after that. "alex did... you know him? the soccer player? i think it's a prank or something."

alex blonski. a medium sized male with a pretty muscular build, sandy blonde hair, acne, blue eyes. on the school soccer team. a dumbass, but his coach keeps him because he's pretty good, kevin guesses.

"don't go." it's short and blunt when it comes out of his mouth, but it doesn't seem to shock you.

"i'm not going—not with him, at least," you smile at him. it's genuine. he... he smiles back. he actually smiles at you. "i was wondering if you wanted to come with me."

the earth stops spinning, and he goes blank. are you... are you asking him out? you are. you want him to go somewhere with you.

"okay." he doesn't know what else to say. you smile wider, lean into him, kiss his cheek, and his face fills with blood before he watches you walk off.

he sighs. "fuck."