Slendytubbies and STC fan (She/her)

over time you start to notice the characters acting weird, not just the occult club, everyone, staring at Ayano for too long whenever you controlled her passing by. Some even stared straight at you from time to time. You noticed some students’ scheduled conversations seemed to change to be about you rather than what they were coded to say, only returning to the original script if you were near enough for them to notice.

it crept you out, yes, but you just brushed it off knowing how much of a buggy mess this game was. An error with their tracking and script, that was it.

it was all normal until the day you remembered to attend the occult club’s meeting for the week. you hurried over to the club room and ran over to Shin to participate in whatever demonic ritual they had. But just as the still image of the members cloaked in dark robes in the summoning circle faded in, your screen went black. Reaching over to the chords behind your monitor, you were suddenly sucked into the computer itself, dragging you into the dark screen.

when you opened your eyes, you were greeted with a strangely familiar room covered in pentagrams and candles, as well as 10 total eyes widened at you. You screamed, understandable, you weren’t completely sure where you were and who these people were.

suddenly, one of the five dark haired teens surrounding you grabbed your shoulders, stammering a combination of a greeting and an apology. That was when you got a clearer look at the boy. Dark hair, purple eyes shadowed over, the dark robes…

you were in the occult club. In yandere simulator. They had summoned you.

Honestly you don't know how it happened but suddenly you two have been hanging around each other. You two can be as dead as you want and none of you would judge. Not even his random mumblings will move you. Something about his crush and how she's nice and that people need to stay away like okay dude good luck.

You lean against him as you accompany him with your own ramblings. Mostly during lunch but it doesn't stop you from doing it anywhere. You even start to worry if you're annoying him more that you realised. Whatever you'll find out soon, he's blunt with his words anyway.

Once you two were hanging out during lunch at the rooftop, you were complaining about Musuko(Musume but 'son' meaning) and his bitchass group + fans and you let out a slip of, "they're so annoying OMFG I might actually punch or kill them one day istg" and then you hear your dear friend say "I can do that for you." Which obviously made you stop and look at him before laughing as if it's a joke.

He was not joking. You found that out when he almost tried to kill one of them. Yeah turns out you're his new crush after all that hanging out or maybe he's just a protective friend? You don't know, you're just exasperatedly tired. So now you got this blood leech on a leash or else he'll snap.

"Damn bro you're like a dog"

"i can be"

Yansim Male Rivals (Nemesis-Kun & Info-Kun) X Reader

》 [Entry No.057 - Stay With Me]|

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》 Summary: Him as an obsessed yandere.|

》 Warnings: Bulleted headcannon, whatever tags is considered paired with yandere, obsession, canon divergence, OOC, swearing, might be cringy(I’m loosing braincells trying to piece their personalities based on their original counterparts and their introduction video), depictions or mentions of harassment, incredibly rushed by the end(sorry).|

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The air in the private academy’s library tasted of old paper, expensive leather, and the suffocating arrogance of generational wealth.

To Rican, the world had never been a complex web of human emotion or shared struggle. It was a ladder where everything and everyone was either beneath his feet or hoisted above his head.

He, naturally, existed on the highest of the high.

Born with what he fondly referred to as the holy trinity of existence—attractiveness, charisma that border-lined on hypnotic, and an amount of money that could buy a small nation—he had never once encountered the concept of difficulty.

The word "struggle" was a foreign sequence of vowels that simply did not apply to his universe.

And it definitely didn't apply for school either, not when it was like his personal playground.

His father had personally financed entire sports complexes and academic clubs just to ensure Rican’s boredom was kept at bay.

Life was flawless, a golden path laid out before him, except for one tiny thing.

Romantic interest.

Women flung themselves at his feet daily, but a quick, meaningless hookup was all he could muster.

And of course Rican took it upon himself to make it a mission to find someone who could be more than a hookup. (someone who could MAYBE give him a high-five trust)

His first attempt at finding love had been an utter disaster. It ending within thirty seconds when the girl’s voice proved to be a fraction too shrill for his ears, causing him to walk away mid-sentence without a backward glance.

The second target had shown promise until he cast his eyes downward and noticed the scuffed, criminanal sight of her off-brand loafers.

The mere sight of such poverty had induced a physical wave of nausea, forcing him to cross her off his list immediately.

But of course Rican was nothing if not persistent. Third time's the charm, right?

That was when his gaze had drifted to the back of your head.

You were cute, undeniable, but Rican didn't just want a doll—he wanted a prize that felt worthy of his high status.

To test the waters, he had casually slipped a crisp bill into the teacher's palm, ensuring that the seating chart for the semester's most intensive research project was altered.

The investment paid off instantly. Over the first few days, he discovered you were genuinely funny, easy to talk to, and possessed a face that perfectly aligned with his exact aesthetic preferences.

You, however, viewed the entire arrangement through a lens of profound skepticism.

You weren't naive. You knew how wealthy boys functioned.

So of course, you expected him to be arrogant, you expected him to be detached, and you fully expected him to eventually try and pawn all the project's actual research off on you.

What you did not expect, under any circumstances, was the warp-speed at which his brain apparently operated.

By the third day of the project, the casual banter had completely vanished, replaced by an intense, suffocating focus that made your skin prickle.

He could scoot closer to you, and stare at you even when you weren't speaking. It was becoming to the point where you were more shocked if he wasn't staring into your soul.

It was all little things just added up to eachother, like him cleaning the eraser dust off your lap faster than you could or him paying for your bus ride home and even more money so you could buy some food. (You never mentioned how you take the bus)

Then came the fourth day, and with it, the absolute pinnacle of his delusion.

He slid a gourmet bento box across the table toward you—a daily ritual he had aggressively started since the first day of pairing up—before leaning forward on his elbows.

His face was a picture of serene, absolute certainty as he uttered the words that made your entire brain grind to a screeching halt.

"How much for you to date me?"

You immediately froze.

"What?"

You weren't opposed to the concept of financial security, and like anyone else, you enjoyed the idea of having money. But just the sheer audacity of someone trying to buy you like a piece of livestock was completely uncalled for.

He didn't even look ashamed. He just sat there in his expensive chair, a massive, triumphant grin spreading across his face as if he had just offered you the deal of a lifetime, entirely blind to the look of sheer confusion freezing your features.

"Yes, like to have you," Rican clarified effortlessly, his voice dripping with a casual nonchalance that only made the situation a hundred times worse.

He leaned in a bit closer, his eyes bright with a terrifyingly possessive spark. "Preferably forever, and chained wrist to wrist to me."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You looked around frantically, half-expecting a hidden camera crew to jump out from behind the fiction section, but there was nobody—just Rican and his completely unhinged, romantic delusions.

His smile only widened at your reaction, his head tilting to the side as he analyzed your expression with a creepy, clinical fascination.

"Your eyes look pretty, they're big right now," he mused, his voice dropping to a soft, delighted purr. "Is it because you're scared, or maybe excited? I really hope it's the second option."

"Rican, we've literally only known each other for like four days!" you hissed, leaning across the table to whisper-yell, desperately trying to keep your voice down so the librarian wouldn't wander over.

"What are you talking about? Dating? Where did that even come from?" You were genuinely baffled by the absolute lack of self-awareness.

How did rich people navigate the world so completely blind to the discomfort of others? How could he look at your pale, horrified face and see a green light for marriage proposals?

"Yeah, dating then marriage," he replied instantly, nodding his head as if he were explaining a very simple, chronological timeline to a child.

"Or we could just go straight to marriage and babies. But my tutor said it's more normal to become boyfriend and girlfriend first, so I'm trying to do it the traditional way."

You just stared at him. The sheer gravity of his insanity left you entirely speechless.

"I'll give you a weekly salary," he blurted out, misinterpreting your stunned silence as dissatisfaction with the terms.

You stared even more, your mouth slightly open, completely incapable of processing the words coming out of his mouth.

"Daily! Daily, instead?" he corrected frantically, his composure fracturing just a fraction as he leaned further over the table, his hands gripping the wood, desperate to seal the deal.

Your continued silence seemed to throw him into a spiral of panic, his mind incapable of understanding why a human being wouldn't immediately capitulate to the power of his wallet.

"Hourly?" he offered, his breath hitching.

"Every minute?" Rican pleaded, his voice dropping to a desperate, pathetic whine as he reached out, his fingers twitching with the urge to grab your hands.

"Please, I just need you."

eisnewisnshe any new requests yall omg this has been laying in my drafts for like more than 5 months

1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..

2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.

at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.

i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️

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