𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

AO3 Writer: “I just wanted to write smut.” | Society: “No, you leaked classified info.”

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 2,003

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is, by all means, a perfect example of a refined, professional, and calculated CEO. Who owns entire companies, dictates global markets, and probably has multiple political figures in his pocket. Who absolutely no one would suspect to have a degenerate, filthy, mind-breaking smut fanfiction about you living rent-free in his AO3 bookmarks.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who wrote it.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who absolutely, under no circumstances, can allow the world to find out he wrote it.

But that’s beside the point. Right now, what matters is that it’s #1 on AO3 and Tumblr. Somehow, by divine will or sheer algorithmic chaos, it has gone viral.

And the others have found it.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is the cause of all of this. Who spent months crafting this masterpiece—a 900k-word smut fic with ZERO plot, ZERO fluff, and 100% filth.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is the actual source of the problem. Who writes literary-level smut about you under a secret alias and publishes it for his fellow intellectuals (delusional perverts) to analyze.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who had no intention of this getting out of control. Who wakes up to find his own fanfiction shaping public discourse about your real love life. Who watches in real time as people comb through his fic with red-string conspiracy theories, trying to figure out which parts are too accurate to be just fanon.

Who realizes, with increasing horror, that his own work has led to dating rumors.

Who realizes that those rumors make it seem like you belong to someone else.

Who wants to die.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, despite being the sole reason behind these rumors, is completely livid at the idea of you actually dating someone.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy texting you: “People are so quick to assume things. Disgusting.”

———

♡ Yandere! Producer who has been managing your career since you were a child. Who has micromanaged every aspect of your life with the efficiency of a corporate tyrant and the possessiveness of an old-school monarch. Who has successfully crushed every scandal before it even breathed.

♡ Yandere! Producer who doesn’t believe in miracles, but if he did, it’d be the fact that you’ve managed to go your whole career without a single dating scandal. Not even a whisper. No flirty Instagram stories, no accidental couple’s jewelry, not even a damn shadow in the background of your paparazzi shots.

♡ Yandere! Producer who ensured it. Who fought tooth and nail behind the scenes, crushed rumors before they could breathe, and blacklisted any reporter with the audacity to imply you might be seeing someone.

♡ Yandere! Producer who wakes up one morning to find his phone flooded with messages. Who is normally unbothered by online discourse but sees your name trending worldwide alongside the words scandal, sex, viral fanfic, unhinged, filth—and almost has an aneurysm.

♡ Yandere! Producer who storms into your private dressing room with the wrath of a man whose entire career is on the line. “What the fuck did you do?”

You, still half-asleep and curled up in a chair with your phone: “Huh?”

His grip on his tablet tightens. “You. Are. Dating. Someone?”

You blink at him like he just accused you of murder. “What?”

He shoves the screen in your face. The headline reads: Top Star’s Secret Romance Exposed?! Viral Fanfiction Stirs Dating Rumors—Who is the Mystery Lover?

You read it. You reread it. You scroll down. Then, you see it.

The 900,000-word, depraved, meticulously crafted, soul-splittingly detailed erotica fic about you.

Your eye twitches.

“…I’m going to be sick.”

♡ Yandere! Producer watches as you swipe past it like it’s an annoying ad. “That’s your reaction?”

You don’t even look up. “I’m used to fanfiction.”

“That’s not fanfiction, that’s a psychological profile with penetration scenes.”

♡ Yandere! Producer who now has to call an emergency PR meeting because the world refuses to believe you’re still single.

♡ Yandere! Producer who, for the first time in his life, is losing control of your public image.

♡ Yandere! Producer who grits his teeth and asks you through clenched jaws:

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

You consider this. “I think it’s pretty funny.”

He looks like he’s about to strangle you.

(You think that’s pretty funny too.)

♡ Yandere! Producer glares. “You don’t even care that the industry thinks you’re dicking down some faceless, nameless entity?”

You blink slowly. “If it means people stop setting me up with actors I don’t like, then good. Maybe this is a win.”

♡ Yandere! Producer who actually does throw his phone this time.

———

♡ Yandere! Rival who sends you a voice note that is entirely just laughter.

♡ Yandere! Rival who is absolutely losing his mind over the idea that you—his cold, distant, work-obsessed you—might actually be screwing someone.

“You?!” His voice is dripping with amusement. “There’s no fucking way. Did they pay you? Is it a contract relationship? I bet you haven’t even held hands with someone since high school.”

♡ Yandere! Rival who is sending you voice messages between his laughing fits. Who is screenshotting the filth and sending it to you with captions like “ayyo why is this kinda accurate tho?” and “YOU INTO THIS?”

You leave him on read.

♡ Yandere! Rival who ends the voice note with, “If this is real, I’m gonna kill the guy. If it’s not, I’m gonna kill the guy who wrote it. Either way, someone’s dying.”

♡ Yandere! Rival who sees the headline and laughs. Who hates your guts but would rather burn the industry to the ground than see you belong to someone else.

♡ Yandere! Rival who texts you:

“lmao what the fuck is this”

“who tf are you dating”

“u of all people? sex??”

“i need to sit down”

“nvm i just remembered i’m standing. i need to lie down”

You leave him on read.

♡ Yandere! Rival who immediately messages you again with:

“Holy shit. I knew you were weird, but I didn’t think you’d let your fuckin’ sex tape drop as a novel. 💀💀💀”

You don’t reply.

“No fr tho. Who is he. I need to fight him.”

You still don’t reply.

“HELLO?? DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO HATE YOU WHEN PEOPLE THINK YOU’RE ACTUALLY GETTING DICKED DOWN?”

You block him.

You’re dating someone.

There’s no other explanation. Someone—some mystery bastard—has clearly been around you long enough to write something this accurate.

♡ Yandere! Rival feels his blood pressure spike. The phone screen cracks under his grip.

“Oi,” he calls to his assistant, voice dangerously smooth. “Find out who wrote this. Now.”

———

♡ Yandere! Hater who literally does not care at first. Who is used to your stupid fanbase losing their collective minds every other week.

♡ Yandere! Hater who doesn’t even bother checking what’s happening until he gets sent a million DMs about it.

♡ Yandere! Hater who skims through the fic and immediately wants to bleach his eyes.

♡ Yandere! Hater who texts you: “This is why I hate you.”

♡ Yandere! Hater who has always prided himself on being a detached, logical observer of your work. Who has built an entire brand off of ‘exposing’ you and ‘critically analyzing’ your performances.

♡ Yandere! Hater who actually has to put his phone down and pace his apartment because what the actual fuck.

♡ Yandere! Hater who, against his better judgment, texts you: “The fact that this fanfic is more accurate than your actual PR interviews is genuinely concerning.”

You: “Fuck you.”

Him: “So who is he?”

You: “Your dad.”

Him: “You’re deflecting.”

You: “And you’re obsessed. Get a job.”

Him: “I have a job.”

You: “Get a better one.”

♡ Yandere! Hater who reads the entire thing, breaks it down structurally, and then DMs you, acting as if he wasn’t affected by the writing at all:

“Mid. But objectively well-written. I’ve read worse.”

You reply:

“Blocked.”

♡ Yandere! Hater who sends another message from a burner account:

“Lmao coward.”

♡ Yandere! Hater who isn’t surprised. No, really. This? This was bound to happen eventually. With the amount of weird freaks obsessed with you, this was inevitable.

♡ Yandere! Hater who would’ve ignored the entire thing if people didn’t suddenly start DMing him. If his fans weren’t tagging him in posts, in memes, in theories—because apparently, he’s on the suspect list.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has to type out the most degrading sentence of his life on social media:

“I am not fucking dating her.”

———

And you?

You hate it.

Not because it’s inaccurate. Not because it makes you uncomfortable.

You, who—logically speaking—acknowledge that it’s well-written, in-character, and honestly better than half the scripts you’ve been handed in your acting career.

“…I hate smut.”

Honestly, this isn’t even new. You’ve had fanfiction about you for years. Par for the course when you’ve spent your entire life pretending to be other people, morphing into whatever character the industry wants.

You’ve played Gojo Satoru, Levi Ackerman, Lelouch Lamperouge, Hisoka Morow, and much more. People have always made weird shit about you.

The fact that some fanboy managed to produce a masterpiece of degeneracy doesn’t surprise you.

But the fact that your phone won’t shut up does.

You continue scrolling past the chaos, phone buzzing with messages from people demanding to know if you’ve been secretly seeing someone. You don’t respond. You don’t even flinch.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who sees the theories.

Who sees people arguing over your supposed “secret” relationship. Who sees them dissecting every single thing about your actual personality with astounding accuracy.

Who sees other writers adding onto it.

He sends you a text.

“Did you read it?”

You type.

“No.”

You delete it.

You type again.

“Kill yourself.”

You delete that, too.

You send nothing.

You just think, God, people are weird.

And then you move on with your day like nothing happened.

———

♡ Yandere! Producer who somehow manages to set up an emergency meeting with PR, legal teams, and marketing all in under an hour.

“Alright, damage control. How do we shut this down?”

The PR Manager looks at him and says, “Sir, we can’t shut this down. It’s too late.”

“What do you mean ‘too late’?”

The PR Manager simply turns their laptop around, revealing the Amazon bestseller page.

#1 IN DARK ROMANCE

#1 IN TABOO EROTICA

#3 IN ALL LITERATURE

♡ Yandere! Producer who is having an existential crisis. He spent years ensuring your reputation remained untouchable. Every scandal snuffed out before it even breathed. Every ship theory, every ridiculous rumor, every single thing that could jeopardize your career—gone.

And now?

Now, some anonymous fanfic writer (who he has very strong suspicions about) has undone everything.

♡ Yandere! Producer who massages his temples.

“Tell me the truth.” His voice is calm. Too calm. “Are you dating someone?”

“No.”

“Then who the fuck knows you this well?”

You close the fic. Open Twitter. Type: Not dating anyone. Stop being weird.

And log out.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who sees the tweet and smirks.

Oh, you poor, naive thing. This is only the beginning.

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology
♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.
♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I’d Burn the World.
♡ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.