Youmaniac Stories

Est supha, the cold and powerful CEO of Thailand's top company, is forced into an arranged marriage to protect family interests. As an only child, he has no choice but to accept-despite wanting nothing to do with it. William jakrapatr, the chaotic, funny, and carefree younger son of the second most powerful business family, suddenly finds himself dragged into this marriage instead of his CEO older brother, Jake. Opposites in every way, Est and William enter a strictly "contractual" marriage-no love, just appearances. But William's unpredictable, warm personality begins to crack Est's perfectly controlled world... and what starts as obligation slowly turns into something neither of them planned.

"P', come here, you've got something on your hair," William curls his finger in a come here motion. "Huh? What is it?" Est leans forward, so much that his entire center of gravity is shifting towards William. William checks his hair, picking up something, "Oh, it's just lint. You're good, 'P," Williams flicks off the 'lint'. Totally a bullshit excuse to get even closer to each other, thought Daou and Punch. Est leans back slightly, looking at William straight in the eyes, very close to each other, it looked like their noses were touching, and so softly says, "Thanks, Liam." And the people with them groaned in annoyance at the non-consensual display of affection. "Get a room!" "Huh?" and for the first time that afternoon, only then did both boys look at their friends. Or; William and Est are trying so hard to hide their feelings for each other, while everyone thought they were already dating.

a boy and his guitar. a girl and her problems.

In the glittering, rain-soaked streets of Bangkok, Est is a high-end escort who has mastered the art of detachment. One hour. No staying after. No feelings. No exceptions. Scarred by a violent past, he has built walls so high that pleasure has become nothing more than a transaction and love an impossibility. Until William Jakrapatr knocks on his door. A broke, half-Thai half-American literature student with absent parents and a heart too big for his circumstances, William saves every baht for months just for one night with the beautiful, untouchable man behind apartment 2803. What begins as a single paid encounter quickly spirals into something neither of them can control. Night after night, William returns , paying higher prices, falling harder, learning every inch of Est's body and the hidden scars beneath. Slowly, the cold transactions melt into stolen mornings, shared meals, tender aftercare, and whispered confessions in the dark. Est finds himself breaking his own rules: letting William stay, refusing his money, craving the one man who looks at him like he's worth keeping. One night becomes many. One rule becomes many broken. And the man who was never meant to stay... refuses to leave.

William is the calm, untouchable voice behind a late-night radio show, 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗔𝗶𝗿, where strangers call in to confess their secrets. For him, it's just stories-until one caller starts coming back again and again, speaking in fragments that feel strangely familiar. The voice doesn't just tell stories. It remembers him. The mysterious person begins calling under different names, slowly pulling pieces of their shared history into the open. William tries to ignore it, to keep everything professional, but the line between the show and his life starts to blur. Because 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗔𝗶𝗿 is no longer just a radio program. It feels like someone is trying to reach him.

This is a fanfiction based on You Maniac series trailer. as a WilliamEst fan we are waiting for this series . . so i came up with this for not missing them #williamEst

Not a full fanfiction, just a short scene inspired by the You Maniac pilot and my imagination. Hope you enjoy ❤️

One asked for nothing, the other wanted something, but neither expected anything. That is... after the under blue lights and stolen glances, something begins to shift and someone whispers "steal me" without ever saying a word...

'You said,' Moth sighed, breathless already. 'You said..' Moth tried again but was interrupted by his own soft moan as he felt Dean's mouth move slowly, gently down the slope of his neck, his hands deftly unbuttoning Moth's shirt as he went. The sensations running through Moth right now would've had a weaker man already putty in Dean's hands, and even still he was halfway there. aka Moth invites Dean over to draw him... it does not go according to plan

its EstWilliam story. 🦈🎸 they met at the school.they were friends....or more than that..they sucseed their life through carrier lets see what happen this is my first story,so ignore my mistakes i really love williamest so much🫠.i am just trying to put some of my thoughts to words for me and all westies.i hope you enjoy it and help me.there's not lot of estwilliam stories(dont come after me william, naaaa...) so i like to give a try let's see.... 🦈🎸