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The Meanin' of Steven ~ Male Yandere x Male Reader [Complete!]
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  • Reads 80,816
  • Votes 2,468
  • Parts 20
  • Time 33m
Complete, First published Feb 18, 2021
(YOU ARE THE SUB IN THIS STORY)

You've started having these strange dreams lately, ones that make you feel like you're living somebody else's life, while somehow being stuck inside your body. You just can't seem to figure it out. What could any of this mean? Maybe your classmate who seems to have an interest in you lately can help? I mean, couldn't hurt to ask, right? What's the worst that could happen?

You are in school, whether that's high school, middle school, college, whatever is up to you. This is for a male reader, cis OR trans. No body specifics here, just he/him pronouns. Obviously, this is a yandere story, so trigger warnings on posession, kidnapping, abuse, murder, etc. Since it's male x male, be prepared for LGBT topics, homophobia, etc as well.
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