NOT MY TYPE ۶۟ৎ MARTIN EDWARDS
pairing rodrick heffley! martin x regina george! reader
warning fluff◞ sfw◞ martin desperate for readers attention◞ reader being tsundere◞ kissing◞ pet names◞ martin being the loser of the school◞ reader being the popular girl in school◞ teasing
a/n a spinoff of the headcannons cause i really love my maryin they're so cutie
HEADCANNONS rockstar boyfriend
Is it surprising to see the most popular girl in school to be dating such a loser?
Nobody would ever guess that you and the loser of the school would date each other.
Well, they need better guesses.
You’re pacing around your room on your phone arguing with someone.
Martin is sitting on your bed holding one for you pink fur like pillows while leaning back on his left hand watching you pace around.
He finds it entertaining that you get mad at everything around you.
One time, you and martin were on a school field trip, you got mad at customer service at this hotel you were staying at because they didn’t have pink pillows.
Martin found it oddly cute.
But the big question is, how did you guys meet?
Well, let’s take it back.
In the middle of junior year, winters starting to come around, leaves are falling off the trees, the grass is turning a light green.
You’re walking around with your friend jade talking about whatever you could think of.
“If you’re going to own a 500 dollar jacket at least make it look good on you, not look like garbage.”
From afar martin is talking with one of his friends, juhoon.
He spots your pink purse in the corner of his eye and he turns his head while still talking.
“the skatepark is closed for who knows…”
It’s like a kdrama where one of the characters spots the love of their life and everything slows down.
Thats how martin feels right now.
Your blonde wavy hair blowing in the wind, your white teeth showing because of you laughing about the jacket still.
He’s genuinely stunned by your beauty, he’s never seen you till now and he’s grateful he’s been blessed just now.
Martin is so stunned he can’t hear juhoon trying to talk to him.
“Earth to martin,” juhoon waves his hand in front of his face.
“What—yeah, uhh what was i talking about?”
You walk in the direction martin is with jade but you’re barely paying attention that you bump into martin’s back.
He catches you by the waist.
He pulls you up, “yeah whatever, thanks.”
Seconds go by with just silence surrounding the four, confusion etched on your face you suddenly ask, “Are you new here?”
“Maybe, who are you? Are you new here?”
“No, i’m not new here actually. My dad’s the principal.”
Martin’s face immediately turns into a flabbergasted expression.
“Definitely, you’re the principal’s gorgeous daughter?”
“Just giving out compliments,” he puts his hands up in surrender.
“Now i have places to be, jade let’s go.”
On the way out you hear the unknown boy yell, “My name is martin!”
As he watches you walk off he sighs dreamily.
Martin turns towards him, “oh yeah.”
The second time you guys came across each other was when you were alone outside.
The most popular girl in school alone?
Yeah, that’s hard to believe.
You’re sitting on the bleachers phone in hand.
Martin walks outside to come see you since he was expecting to get you alone.
You freeze slightly and slowly lift your head up at the sound of martin’s voice.
You spot him walking up the bleachers to get to you.
“What do you want, loser,” you turn your phone off and put in your purse.
Martin plops right next to you with a big thump.
“I wanted to see you, is that so bad?”
“Yes, it is bad. I don’t want to be seen with you.”
You start to get up till he pulls you back down by your wrist.
“You’re going nowhere, don’t try.”
You sigh deeply then roughly turns toward him, “okay, why do you want to see me?”
“I dont know, i just like seeing your beautiful face.”
Your eyes widen slightly at the compliment and blush slowly creeps up to your face.
“What, you don’t believe me?”
“Oh, i definitely believe you.”
“You don’t know me at all,” you say smugly
All day that day you were seen with martin, at this point you didn’t care.
He was a little flirty but it’s whatever, you’re used to it.
In 2 months, you and martin were super close.
Bickering here and there but it always ends with you guys laughing about it.
Everyone was surprised to see the principal’s daughter hanging out with a loser like martin.
You always turn down the jocks at school.
I guess what you needed was an opposite personality by your side.
By almost the end of junior year, rumors spread.
Half of the school think you and martin are dating.
It’s complicated between you two.
Still people refuse to believe you would date martin.
You think it’s embarrassing honestly, but you’re not telling martin that.
One day, he’s over at your house for the first time.
He’s walking around your room gazing at everything.
“What do those people say?”
“Make yourself at home?” he asks turning his head towards you.
“And i will make myself at home here,” he belly flops onto your fluffy fully coated pink bed.
“Hey! Be careful i spent 20 minutes trying to make the pillows perfect.”
“What’d i tell you about calling me that,” you pick up one of your pillows and hit him square in the face with it.
Martin pulls you down onto him by your wrist, you genuinely get the wind knocked out of you.
“What are you doing, loser?”
You put the palms of your hands on his chest to push you up.
“Just enjoying your company.”
You grab the pillow again and hit him on his chest.
There’s a knock on your bedroom door that startled martin, “come in.”
The door creaks open and it’s your mom holding a, fruit platter?
“Oh nothing sweetheart, just dropping off some snacks.”
You raise an eyebrow in pure confusion on why she’s doing that.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, “you’re actually so embarrassing..” you mutter.
“Okay, i’ll leave you two to it.”
The door closes shut and it’s just silence in there.
It’s the afternoon, martin’s still at your house and theres an orange hue surrounding your room with the windows open.
Right now you’re putting pigtails in his hair.
“Genuinely, why are you doing this.”
You shrug slightly, “i dont know, it’s fun.”
You hear a low chuckle from his throat while he just admires you.
“Why are you just staring at me, edwards.”
“Edwards? That’s a new one.”
“Oh, i’ll get used to it.”
You take your hands out of his hair, “do you always have to have the last word?”
“Maybe, if it annoys you.”
You glared at him and he glared back.
You were tired of him talking.
So you grabbed fistfuls of his black, wrinkled shirt. The shirt bunched up in your fists, almost knocking him back in the chair he was sitting in. And your lips connect.
The kiss isn’t gentle at all, more like confusion and frustration in one.
Martin is still frozen, shocked that you would make a move first.
Till he gets confident. His hands found your waist, curled around it and kissed back.
He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, his hands moved from your waist to the lower part of your back to bring you closer till your chests are touching.
You then pull back once your lips get numb, step back and cross your arms trying to catch your breath.
He has a look of disbelief, swollen lips and his chest heaving.
Martin’s hands are still where your waist was, he’s just frozen looking at you with a shocked expression.
He shifts in his seat, “let me finish.”
Your face is a tint of a pink.
Martin’s ears are extremely red, his eyes blown.
You have a neutral face on trying to ignore the warmth all over you.
“Nope.” You walk out the room shutting the door behind you.
Silence surrounds martin.
After that you distanced yourself from martin without no explanation.
He’s been trying to talk to you ever since the kiss but you walk off or ignore him.
One day the week after, he cornered you.
You’re walking to your class then suddenly you get pulled into a dark classroom by your forearm.
Lights switch on and it’s martin.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you try to walk past but he blocks you.
“You kiss me and then you ghost me. What’s up with that?”
You ignore him, you look around the room to look at anything but him.
You bite your lip while still looking around nervously.
“I got embarrassed..” you whisper.
“Embarrassed, and also scared because i didn’t know what to do after i kissed you.”
Martin has a soft smile plastered on his face.
He walks closer to you, puts his warm hand on your cheek using his thumb to caress it.
His eyes briefly drop down to your lips.
“You know, you can ask to kiss me,” you smugly state.
Immediately his face is coated in a tint of pink from the embarrassment.
He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you closer to connect your lips.
The kiss this time was more careful and slow, like you both were savoring this moment.
You wrap your hands around his neck.
You feel how warm he is just from all the body heat by how close he is to you.
He pulls back first, rests his forehead against yours to try to catch his breath.
You wrap your arms around his neck, “come here.”
You lift his head away from your forehead to kiss him again.
For the past week, it's just been back and forth with you two meeting at secret spots just to make out.
The bleachers, the bathroom, empty classrooms, janitors closet.
Usually it upsets martin because all you want to do is make out, he wants a relationship, a physical touch relationship.
Not just kissing the whole time.
On a thursday morning, you're walking in the building until you get pulled aside by your wrist.
"Hey, loser," you try to kiss him but he pulls back which leaves you flabbergasted.
"What's wrong?" You drop your hands.
"Okay yeah sure whatever, what do you want to talk about?"
Your face twists in confusion, "our relationship? What about it?"
He sighs deeply and places both of his hands on your arms.
"I really like you, y/n. And i want us to have a relationship, like date each other. I've never felt this way with anyone else, you genuinely make me feel..wanted."
You stare at him with a neutral face on, eyes glossy, face tinged with pink.
"Do you really? Loser.." you mutter the last word.
He nods slightly, "i do."
"I like you too, i don't care what everyone else thinks, you're mine. Okay?"
He takes his hands off your arms and curls his fingers around your waist.
You slightly slap his shoulder, "why didn't you ask me properly you douche!"
He chuckles, his adam's apple bobbing when he does.
"It's whatever. i hate you."
"Yeah, and guess what. I love you."
Who cares if anyone sees, at least you have your martin edwards.
© a fanfic made by tvcaeli
