Weneedtotalkaboutkevin Stories

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

“…You can only subject people to anguish who have a conscience. You can only punish people who have hopes to frustrate or attachments to sever; who worry what you think of them. You can really only punish people who are already a little bit good.”

In this brand new perspective of the classic folk tale, friendships are still strained between the love triangle of Zhongli, Childe and the jealous Lumine. However, tensions rise when a foreign exchange student from Albania introduces herself to the trio; one with a very tortured past.

At rock bottom, Destinee is in need of real true help. When the help of a childhood friend is offered to her she jumps at the opportunity. Stepping into a program formed by Vincent, called the Daddy Project. She quickly finds out what she's gotten herself into, and its nothing good. -not all friends are truly friends- -and not all helping hands truly help-

Cover art is Sarah Kay ---------------------- Multifandom agere is what it sounds like 👍 All fandoms are listed on first chapter, thank you all for support 🫶🏻

Got different fandom one-shots. These will be gender-neutral, and I am taking requests. The first chapter will be information on how to do that. I'll also do ships and stuff as long as they're not inappropriate Who I have so far: •Kevin Khatchadourian -Reddie

Eden Moreau knew she was a zombie. Demeaned to a mere shell of the person she was, she took her mood stabilizers every day just to keep up the front she had carefully constructed over years. Even now she wasn't sure if she ever wanted to feel again, if it meant corrupting her image with an illness so degrading such as Bipolar II. Kevin Khatchadourian. The only person who could see past her charade--the only one she let do so. His apathy didn't fall far from Eden's indifference, the only distinction being that Kevin *preferred* to keep at a distance, wasn't too fond with the idea of love. Although a sharp contrast to her front--Kevin couldn't give less of a fuck what other people thought of him, even coined "Gladstone High's freak." Perhaps it was his Antisocial Personality Disorder. Their only exceptions were each other. A year-long relationship, no strings attached. But that declaration only blurred more and more every time their eyes met.

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Ezra Miller + characters he's played. Kevin Khatchadourian Daniel Culp (The Stanford Prison Experiment) Patrick (The perks of being a wallflower) Barry Allen (The Flash) Robert (After School) Donald (train wreck) Eddie 'gonzo Gilmen (Beware The Gonzo) Eliot (Another Happy Day) Request are open!

My name is Nicole Khatchadourian. My twin brother's name is Kevin. We just got out of jail after the massacre five years ago. Nicole and her twin brother Kevin had never loved their mother. And after the grand finale, they were sent to prison for 5 years. However, when they are left out of prison and put on parole, do they act differently towards her? Or will it be the same old Kevin and Nicole game that they play?

An Ezra Miller oneshot. Something that happened in a dream where, for some reason, we met in Korea.

what. (not a bo burnham reference)

she keeps a notebook, a page for every day. this is a low-quality story, it's incomplete and just total rubbish. shame, though, considering the potential. i'm just publishing it so i won't forget what i wrote.

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》|' Amare et separa vix deo conceditur ' Even god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time |《 She went in silence. But he was the force to be reckoned with and destroyed her wall, only bringing his devil like smirk while muttering , "When in pain, distract the brain.That's exactly what I'm doing now" ///Kevin Katchadourian x oc/// (All charaters except the ones I made belong to Lionel Shiver, in her We Need To Talk About Kevin. I used the movie adaptation for this fic)

story about y/n being in love with a maths-obsessed boy who she can't quite grasp. little does she know that the boy of her dreams is yet to become a monster of nature when he arrives at school equipped with a bow and arrow. probably not gonna update this one. edit: ummm wow so this story has done a LOT better than i expected lmao, i will try my upmost best to continue working on it hehe.

Dove has only spent a week moving into her new town when she finds herself running into, quite literally, the only boy in school who is more of an asshole than she is. Her hopes of keeping up her normalcy go down the drain when an arrow lands in her yard that same afternoon, and she finds herself entering into Kevin Khatchadourian's deadly little game. It leads to far more banter and memorable moments than either of them expected, but with great amusement comes greater loss, and Dove didn't expect the boy she cared about to also be the most dangerous one she'd ever met. But of course, even the devil can be a bit lovely, don't you think? - I figured. He was a teenage boy, of course he just wanted to mess with me. "I was bored, and you ran into me. I figured miss stuck-up could do with a little annoyance in her life," I huffed, glaring at him, "You ran into me! And I di-" He caught me off with laughter, pointing at me slightly with his bow, "See? You're doing it again. You do a little huff when you're mad, it's dumb." I opened my mouth to yell at him, but instead I closed it. I mentally counted backwards from ten, and sighed softly. "Alright, since you're bored I guess you won't mind me leaving, dumbass." I moved to go past him, our shoulders touching when he grabbed my wrist, tugging me back so I was facing him. We were so close to each other I had to look up to face him, my eyes widened, "What are you-" "I told you I was bored, didn't I, sweetheart?" He looked down at me, the grin that remained on his lips kept me still when the rest of me was told to run. Still, he leaned down, my body relaxing as I closed my eyes. I let myself fall into the trap, if only for a few seconds, as our lips brushed against one another. And then my phone rang. (Yes this is a Kevin Khatchadourian Fan Fic, no you don't need to read the whole book to understand or watch the movie but if you'd like to, you're free to do so!)