"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" "Why would I hurt someone I love?" "Why would you hurt someone at all? Innocent people." He smirked, "Idle hands are the devil's playthings."

I couldn't believe this. I ran to Kevin's room and smashed everything I saw, until I saw this folded paper. When I opened it everything made sense. "You left me alone, so I will make sure you're alone too" Short fan fiction based on We Need To Talk About Kevin

❝ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ❞ Lynn Mabry didn't expect much out of her junior year. Friendless and trying to finish school as fast as possible, Kevin Khatchadourian inches his way into every part of her life. She doesn't mind his eccentricities, despite the stories that surround him. Soon life seems to spiral out of control as Kevin's stability begins to falter with every passing day.

'Death? In every photograph?' 'Well, every portrait...' ~ Alma takes photographs at parties, at her studio and for prestigious commissions. She's critically respected and highly sought after, but her photographs are only meant to capture a transient moment - there can be no messy entanglements, no interplay of emotions. But Alma and Matty are utterly fascinated by each other, against their better judgement. So when she takes his photograph, what is she really capturing? And what is she taking for herself? PLEASE NOTE - this story is pretty kinky and there is mature content all the way through, although chapters with explicit sex scenes will be marked with an asterisk*. CW for discussions of eating habits, nothing disordered but would rather give the warning than not. Part Two coming soon...

in which india chance falls for a man who would do anything to spill her blood {lowercase intended throughout} part one of three © 1975niaz

Matty can't stand Ray, he knows that much. But he admires her. And he finds her devastatingly attractive. And she surprises him at every turn. And he feels an inexplicable urge to catch her when she falls. And, in his moments of weakness, she even brings out a side of Matty that he hasn't seen before - but it's one that he really doesn't like. So, to be clear: he can't stand her. ~ "Witty," her glass is empty, a useless prop in this exchange. She imagines throwing it against the wall so it shatters right by his head, just to watch him jump. "I've heard." "Arrogant, too." Their eyes meet. "Confidence, actually." "Semantics." He observes her coolly. Her heart pounds in her chest. She wonders where he'll go in this verbal sparring match, if he'll push back even further. She's struck by the sickening thrill of their barbed words, eager to see what he'll do. "Nice to meet you," he says finally, turning on his heel and leaving her in silence.

A terribly stubborn, mildly (at best) egotistical man happens to meet a girl just as hard headed as he is, who can't help but bite every time he fishes for attention. "Don't set me a challenge if you aren't prepared to have it beaten."

"I wouldn't call yourself innocent," Matty whispered, "Not after what just happened upstairs." ~*~*~*~ Coming home from University, for the most part, is boring. But the parties with old friends are far from it. For once you don't hate coming home to an empty house because you get very well reacquainted with an old friend. Matty is down for some fun at parties whether it be in Manchester or in Leeds, but neither of you are after commitment. But that doesn't mean you can't have some fun. ~*~*~*~

-His mouth hung open in awe at her, he thought she was everything. She held his jaw with a hand and blew her smoke into his mouth. He almost melted - In which lovers become friends who become confused. -Explicit content- Started- November 2018 Finished- August 2019

UPDATE, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER Hey guys, please read this bit before you read this story. This story contains descriptions of violence and needs an overall trigger warning for suicide. When I wrote the chapters for this story, I wasn't in the best state of mind and I projected that into my writing as some sort of therapy; only difference between me and other people going through depression as I was back then, is that I published mine which contributes to the romanticisation of suicide and mental illness. I didn't understand mine back then, but I do now. Please seek help if you identify with the OC. It's not healthy and damages your soul as it had mine. I am better now. I want you to be better, too. You matter. You are your own universe and your sun, you moon, your stars... don't forget that. Take care of yourself because you are important. I wish someone said that to me back then, so I am saying it to you now. I am more than happy to talk to anyone going through the same thing I went through. Again, thank you so much to everyone who engaged with this story over the years! I would take it down because I personally do not believe in a lot of the things I wrote back then that has been intertwined with this story but I want it up to at least reach out to someone and keep a memory of my writing progress. Lots of love, Z xx