You know already something is on cuz he always treat you in other way like he was treating other people more nicely with more empathy.
He cares about you, if your parents can't pick you up from school he will.
I assume that you are younger than him the same age as Max, you're their neighbor, Billy will always pick you up to school with Max.
Bonus point if you are friends with Max, btw if you're friends with Max their relationship will get better if I can name it like that,Billy is going to ask more questions about u a lot of question tho, to just know you better. After he know you better he has more topic to talk about with you, he will invite you to the hawkins pool at his shift and after you can get ice cream or go to arcane or even both?
I don't feel like he is going to stalk you on the daily basic, I guess when he feels like it.
He is this type of yandere that doesn't really mind being in relationship with you but as I said you're the same age as Max so age gap but he is more like big obsessive brother.
i saw your posts about Keon and wondered, how would he react of his darling tries to break up with him because they wanted to focus more on their studies or just wanted to focus to theirselves/families before a romantic relationship? love your works btw! Edira and Elias have my heart 😩😩😩
Soo... seemed like Keon was enjoyed👀👀
That makes me so happy!! I'm glad yall really like him!! I really love his character, It's so much fun to write and to read! Writing this was a necessity. Come get yall juice. Also... 69th post🤠
With the jingle of the door chime, Keon lit up at your entrance. You gave him a small, guilty smile while making your way over to the table. You prayed that this was the right decision; giving someone undesirable news in public was never the best idea, but it was better than giving it to them in private; especially with someone like Keon. Lately he had gotten more clingy, always by your side. You have had enough, for a multitude of reasons. But a part of you still felt sad at the upcoming events.
You just hoped you could leave before he had an outburst.
“You’re here!” Keon jumps up from the booth seat, giving you a small embrace. You both were clearly a bit embarrassed at the action, but it was far tamer compared to what he’s tried to do before.
“When I got your text about meeting up I was so excited-- you never ask me out on a breakfast date.” Keon gave you a little flirtatious wink, his mouth open with a toothy grin.
Laughing politely, you gave a timid look.
“Yeah… To be honest I actually invited you here for a specific reason.” You made your voice sound chipper, like perhaps you weren’t about to tell him to stop bugging you.
“Oh?” Keon’s eyes glittered, clearly interested. His hands focused on digging into the plate of pancakes in front of him, but you could almost see imaginary dog ears on his head perking up to listen.
“I just know we see each other a lot lately..”
“Yeah! Speaking of which, we never get to actually hang out that often, you’re always so busy. Especially when I pester you in class.” Keon lets out an annoyed groan, taking a large bite out of his food.
“Yes, that’s because I’m studying for finals,” You took a shallow, shaky breath; now was the moment to tell him. “It’s really really important. Finals are my life right now.. If I fail them, I won’t pass my classes. I’ve been barely catching up lately.”
“I know. I was surprised you actually came to me for help too.” Keon laughed, focusing intently on cutting up his food perfectly. Thank goodness he already ordered; it would’ve been too awkward if you both had to sit there and eat after telling him such blunt news.
“Exactly.. So, you understand why we can’t really... hang out anymore, right?”
You fiddled with the zipper of your jacket, not daring to look up at Keon’s dazed and confused expression.
“What do you mean?” He asked with his mouth full.
“Well, I know you have… a particular set of feelings for me, and I can’t really… return those. My internship just ended, and I barely got any credits, let alone recommendations. I have to focus. With you… things just become a distraction.”
Gripping the table, you could feel the dried, stuck gum from underneath pressing into your fingers. You couldn’t register any disgust, paying too much attention to Keon’s afraid look.
His worried and almost offended look, made you scramble to explain.
“It-it’s not you, it's me! I just-- we can meet up after finals and once I get back on track, okay? That might be… a while but I don’t think it’s fair to either of us to continue acting this close with one another when neither of us can handle it.”
Keon went silent, setting down his fork.
“...Neither of us?” The boy across from you leaned forward, his face inching as close as possible. “Who said I wasn’t prepared?”
“Well I..”
“No. You’re projecting your fear onto our relationship. How can you not see how much I care, how ready I am? I’ve waited so long, stayed stuck in limbo because It was what you wanted.”
Keon’s voice grew more frustrated. “Grades? Don’t give me that bullshit. That’s just an excuse for you to leave.”
Keon gripped your hand from across the table, tightly so.
“Keon I--” You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “It’s not a lie. Not everything is about how I feel about you, okay? I can’t do this anymore, it’s too much to handle, and I can’t give you the affection you want, no matter how desperately you think I can.”
Keon pounded his fist on the table, making the silverware clink.
“No. That’s a lie, you’re lying! All you do is study all the time, How am I causing you to fail! This is, this is-”
“Keon, look at me.” You tried to get his attention but he appeared to be about to have a breakdown. “It’s not because of you.. I just can’t be fooling around anymore. Besides, even if you’re ready for that commitment, I’m not. I can’t handle that right now on top of everything. Like I said, it wouldn’t be fair. To either of us.”
He refused to look at you, instead glaring at the wall. Letting go of your hand, Keon tapped his foot under the table in growing annoyance.
“Keon please… I don’t want things to end badly between us.. I just need time to focus, okay? We can still talk and such. I just… can’t be in anything serious right now.”
The man perked up, a perfect idea forming in his head.
“But what if it doesn’t have to be serious,” Keon was back to watching you now, his expression a mix of desperation and frustration. “What if-- we don’t have to put a label on it. It doesn’t have to be perfect… I won’t limit you. We can even be friends with benefits for fucks sake-- I just, I need something.”
Keon grabbed a hold of your hand, bringing it to his face. He kissed your knuckles, looking eagerly for an answer.
“We can be anything you want us to be, even if it’s only for the occasional pleasure. I have to have more than this-- I won’t go back to being a stranger, or just a distant friend. We have to be more, please.”
Your indecisive look made Keon press harder, his eyes baring into your soul.
“Please don’t leave me like this. Don’t leave me alone.” He whispered.
You looked down, sighing. It was clear he wasn’t going to accept your answer through conversation. It was clear the errors in your ways; you had let him grow too attached, and now he felt he needed you.
Getting up, you gave his hand a firm squeeze, and let it go.
“I’m sorry Keon.” Being generous, you gave the troublemaker a kiss on the top of his head, and walked out of the diner.
Removing his contact from your phone, you felt a weight lift itself off your shoulders.
It was a bittersweet ending, but in your gut you felt it was right.
Oh how your gut was wrong.
Your gut made you break off a complicated friendship with someone clearly not stable, and made you walk alone at night. Tonight. Your so trustworthy intuition didn’t let you know about the man coming up from behind, throwing a bag over your head.
You struggled and pleaded, but the boy knew what he was doing. He already had enough pent up anger to kill a school bus worth of people, so taking you down was no hard feat.
You really should have taken him up on his offer, then maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. But no, you refused, and now here you are. Bound and gagged, a sack forced onto your head as a familiar voice speaks to you. Such tender and recognizable hands stroke your own, speaking words of insignificance.
I have a really weird idea to throw at you. Yandere armor that bonds to the wearer like a symbiote. Poor reader found some ancient discarded armor to wear for self defense and is now stuck with a clingy sentient talking hunk of metal that insists on doing all the fighting and meddles in their day to day life.
I'm not gonna lie.. this sounds like so much fun to make an actual story out of!! anon plz suggest this someone who can actually write :''0 But this was too much of a fun idea that I couldn't pass it up!! Kinda changed it to fit my little imagination~
ALSO: I sort of proofread but-- not really so fair warning it isn't really that great.
“Stop swinging!!” He called out, the guttural voice ringing against your chest.
You tried your best to ignore the shouting, instead focusing on your task at hand. The orc in front of you swayed back and forth, his anger and drunkenness clear through a bright red tint covering his face.
“Stupid human.” The orc’s chuckle rang out through the forest, his footsteps making the ground beneath you shake.
“Aimilios!” You screamed, dogging the orc’s third swing, which barely missed your head. The armor around you hugged and tightened, constricting back and forth to stop you from hitting the orc again.
“What the hell are you doing! He’s going to kill me if you don’t let me move!”
The armor shouted back at you, but you couldn’t hear the words as your sword came in contact with the iron gloves, Aimilios making your fingers grip the iron. The sack of armor had been fighting you all day; anytime you tried to remove him from your body or fight back against an enemy, he’d demand you go limp, and let him do the fighting. But you were getting tired of being thrown around like a ragdoll, and tried your best to work against Aimilios. Though, clearly things weren’t turning out as planned.
You pushed against the metal suit, trying to grapple the sword in your other hand. Aimilios refused to budge, instead jerking your arm to hit the orc in the stomach. A long streak of red tainted the sword, making you grimace. You hadn’t intended on actually striking, just defending yourself until the creature retreated or drunkenly fell. Orcs didn’t take much to defeat, most of the time they left on their own accord. After all it was more work to kill them than it was to leave them alive.
“Aimilios at this rate you’ll kill him-- how the hell are we gonna deal with a giant orc rotting in the woods?!”
Your frustration and exhaustion was beginning to crawl through. If you could rip that armor off you’d do it immediately. Amilios had become worse and worse these passing days; you finally understood why he was abandoned in that cave in the first place. Your mind nearly regretted dusting cobwebs off of his shiny chest plate, until you remembered how powerful he can be.
“Well I’d be able to handle everything if you just let me be in charge!” he yelled back at you.
Deciding this battle wasn’t worth dying over, you went limp, allowing Aimilios to take control. The armor around you shifted comfortably on its own, making sure not to squeeze too harshly or to allow the orc to hit you.
“About time.” Aimilios mumbled, striking at the orc again with a twist of your hand. Aimilios moved his iron and chains, causing your legs to trip and stumble into jabbing your sword straight through the orc. The drunken creature cried out, his roar making animals nearby scatter.
You felt blood seep through, watching the red paint each rusty plate and polished piece. Aimilios forced you to remove the sword from the orcs’ gut. his iron grip made blood fling off of the weapon, onto the forest floor. The orc fell with a heavy thud, making you wince at its unnatural position.
His chest rose and fell, but soon stopped, making the pit in your stomach worsen. Blood littered Aimilios, the metal on your hands being dyed a dark red.
Stepping back, you moved as far away from the orc as possible, feeling as if you were about to retch. Bile rose in your throat as iron filled your senses. You were used to Amilios’ musty rusted smell, but the stench of fresh blood was much different.
“Aimilios...what-- what did you do..” feeling weak in the knees, you almost toppled over.
“I did our job. I told you I had it. I was handling it. This wouldn’t have happened if you gave me control.”
You tried unbuckling the chest plate hugging your skin, but it wouldn’t give. Even with the straps undone, Amilios stayed firmly planted onto you.
“Amilios, let go. I can’t handle this. It’s.. it’s too much work. I can’t handle you whipping me around every time I wear you.”
Trying to twist the buckles around your knees, you found they also weren’t working. Despite your protests, Amilios pushed harder against you, almost painfully tight.
“Dammit-- let go! You’re hurting me!” You shouted, not caring anymore if you looked ridiculous for yelling at armor.
Aimilios didn’t respond, instead forcing you to trip. You hit your head against the dirt floor, but only felt slight pain due to his protection.
“See? You need me. If you weren’t wearing me, you could have gotten hurt.”
“That was your fault,” You banged against the metal plate, trying to make any kind of dent. Though it didn’t work, Aimilios was too powerful. “I’ve lived all my life not wearing you, and have been just fine. In fact I think I’ve been getting more injuries because of you.”
You spoke accusingly, waiting for his voice to rumble out of the chest plate. Instead of fighting, you laid on the forest floor, not daring to waste your energy on Aimilios’ games.
“That’s not true and you know it,” His voice grew louder as it bounced off the metal. “ What about the attack with the elves? That tavern bar fight that you almost got stuck in? Wolves, bears, nymphs trying to seduce you, and all the other things that could hurt you!? Even this fight..”
He sighed, and in your mind flashed a faceless man running hands through his hair. From the way Aimilios bantered and talked, he seemed so human. More than just a hunk of armor at least; which made guilt build up inside you. Was he really just trying to protect you, and you had been too stubborn to see it?
“Look, I don’t want us to fight. You’re the best wearer I’ve ever had. I’m just trying to protect you,” The armor constricted around you, but in a comforting, and less suffocating way. “ These beasts… they’re dangerous. I can’t let them get their filthy hands on you. Okay?”
You grunt, sighing out of defeat.
“I need you to wear me.” Aimilios said, this time squeezing the metal against your palm. It felt like a hand was cupping yours, with how perfectly it clutched your fingers and in between them. It was almost like he was really there.
“Yeah alright I get it.”
Getting up off the floor, you don’t dare look back at the lifeless orc. You were still angry at Aimilios for doing such an immediate act without even talking to you. But, you understood where his morals laid. It wasn’t as if this was something new; being a 1000 year old set of armor that has killed hundreds already, wouldn’t stop just for an orc.
“Good, I’m glad you understand.”
Aimilios let go of his hold on you, allowing you to walk normally without added weight. Sometimes when wearing him it almost felt like he wasn’t on you at all; he was so light and close.
Walking away from the fallen orc, you gathered your things, preparing for the next village. A few flecks of blood on the armor were still wet which made you cringe; Aimilios sensed the tension.
“So, does this mean I’ll get a good polish tonight?” He asked hopefully.
You couldn’t help but laugh; even though the subject wasn’t quite behind you, and might never be, you were still grateful for Aimilios’ light attitude-- even when he was in the wrong.
“We’ll see.” You shot back.
“Come on, I just defended you in another battle and you won’t give me the least of courtesies?”
“Hey, I didn’t even ask for your help!”
His deep laugh shook against you, and you couldn’t help but feel your spirits lift.
