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ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)

There's just something about the idea of a conniving, two-faced, yandere guy that scratches an itch in my brain. Especially if he's a bit younger and face of an angel.

Just imagine it. Him being your junior in school/work, looking up to you because you guys are in the same club/team. While you are stuck supervising him because he can't seem to do anything right. He's such a crybaby too, always asking you for help with those watery eyes because he's scared you would get mad. But it's so hard to get mad with that face of his, pretty privileged is a bitch and you aren't immune to the affect of cuteness have on you. And, this little crybaby knows full well on how to use his appearance to his advantage, like a fox pretending to be an innocent rabbit. Luring you to him under a false sense of safety, making you think of him as some sort of meek, harmless prey. Only to bounce at you when it's too late to escape. And by the time you realize what happened, he already had you trapped under him, and he isn't the meek, crybaby you think he is.

And ughhhh, I need more younger sly guy Yandere x older woman reader scenarios. I might have to write some myself.

Snack Time with Chiyo and Mio <3

Ps. Kodomo should mean child in Japanese and okāsan is mother

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You woke up to one of your new mothers gently kissing your forehead and cheeks. You grumbled a little as you are forced to open your eyes.

"Mm..."

"Kodomo, good morning our dearest baby! Are you hungry little one? Chiyo made some breakfast for you, and we hope you like it."

Mio helped you out of your swaddle, but kept you sitting in her lap no matter how much you struggled. A short distance away you could see Chiyo sat in front of a fire, carefully cooking some fish.

"Do you like fish kodomo? I remembered humans needed meat to live so I went and caught some fish... I hope there is enough."

"I also collected some nearby berries for you while you wait! Say 'ahhh' for your okāsan."

"No! I don't wanna eat your food! What if that gets me trapped here forever or something!"

"That's the fae, kodomo, not kitsunes. Plus, you need something to eat to stay nice and healthy! Now eat some of these berries."

Mio gently grabs a few of the berries and places them to your mouth. You opened your mouth, hesitantly, and as Mio placed her fingers in your mouth to feed you, you bit her.

"Ah, ah, ah. We don't bite people, kodomo. Here, have something to chew on for your poor teeth."

"What? No, I just didn't wa- bah!"

Before you can finish your protests, you get a stick in your mouth.

"If you wish to bite, you can bite in that. I'm gonna leave it in for a few moments and then you can choose to spit it out once Chiyo finishes cutting up your fish."

You are forced to begrudgingly chew on a stick for a few minutes. Once Mio let's go of the stick, you spit it out immediately.

"Blah!"

"Okay kodomo! I have some nicely cut up fish for you. I wanted to make sure you wouldn't choke on any bones."

Chiyo hands Mio a whole fish and they both enjoy their full meals while feeding you basically torn up pieces of a fish. Still, it didn't taste too bad.

As you ate, your mothers would wipe your face anytime food would get on your cheeks, carefully taking care of the dearest child.

Once you finished eating, Chiyo swaddled you back up and rocked you back to sleep as she hummed her lullaby once again.

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Hello! Thank you all so much for all the likes and the positive comment on the last post with Chiyo and Mio! I'm so glad so many of you liked these two. Feel free to request more stories with these two, Orange, or anyone else! Again, thank you all so much!

The Star Guardian’s had enough of your shit ⭐️. Pretty Pretty Please I Don’t Want to be a Magical Girl has been the inspiration I needed!

What would happen if Famous reader surrounded by yanderes attended an Oscars, Met Gala type event, where are there a lot of yanderes in the same place?

Sorry for responding so late I had some kind of writers block (and feel like I still do😭) and have been busy.

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BEFORE Acceptance

Dread builds days before the event in Famous!reader. Her hands would shake while scrolling through the guest list. Too many familiar names. Too many dangers masked in tailored suits, shining diamonds and velvet gowns.

At first she considers not going-but soon realizes that would most likely trigger a worse reaction. They’d feel abandoned. Some would even take it as a personal betrayal.

When she arrives cameras flash like gunfire-trying to capture every single movement. Cheers from fans that can’t keep themselves quiet mixed with the eerie silence behind the controlled smiles of her fellow celebrities.

The moment the cameras were gone, the real game began-mingling. Socializing. Being passed from one obsessive admirer to the next like a prized artifact. Her throat tightened with every polite laugh, every glass clink, every overly familiar hand brushing against hers. But she can see what’s lurking behind all the champagne glasses and fake pleasantries.

Obsessive eyes and perfect smiles that are stretched just a little too wide-tension disguised as elegance.

Small talk felt like walking on glass. She knew that saying the wrong thing to the wrong person could ignite jealousy, rage, or worse-tears masked as devotion.

They expected her to move through the room with grace, to greet each one like she hadn’t seen the desperation in their eyes before. Every interaction was a test-of loyalty, of memory, of affection.

She had trained herself to be polite, charming, diplomatic-but being charming under threat, surrounded by people who loved her too much, made every conversation feel like holding her breath underwater.

One yandere who works for a fashion company holds her hand for a beat too long, failing to hide how pleased they are behind a smile, whispering, “I knew you’d liked and wear the dress I sent you”

Another would appear unannounced clinging to her arm for every photo, gently -but firmly steering her away from the others.

Subtle intimidation - one threatens with a smile, “Heard you’ve been spending a lot of time with that director. You are not replacing me, are you?” An empty laugh leaven their throat afterward, disguising it as a joke, but Famous!reader knows better. 

A rival yandere “accidentally” spills wine on her dress and insists on escorting her to clean it, whispering how “fragile” she looks up close.

There are social traps everywhere

A casual toast becomes a game of loyalty. Each admirer waits for her to look only at them as she raises her glass.

They monitor her expressions, eye contact, her breath-searching for signs of favoritism.

She was exhausted before it had even begun but now she feels like prey. Every move is watched. Every smile dissected.

Her heart raced constantly; she can’t eat, she can’t breathe, she can’t rest.

Famous!reader starts to wonder if she’s even a person anymore, or just a shared fantasy wrapped in silk and expensive jewelry.

AFTER Acceptance

She has now realized she can’t escaped the obsession, but she can control how it manifests-and she is going to make the best of the situation.

She adopts a new persona-she is still herself, just more elegant and untouchable. Gives them just enough to stay calm but starved enough to stay obsessed. Each smile is calculated and each compliment works as a leash. Famous!reader begins to command the room.

She glides through the event gracefully, allowing each admirer a moment of her presence-like a goddess blessing her followers.

She praises one’s outfit, compliments another’s recent success, leans in to whisper something meaningless but personal-sounding.

They’re dazzled. Possessive. But temporary satisfied.

At some point, one yandere gets too bold-reaches for her wrist too tightly or tries to corner her. This would have terrified her a few moths ago, made her freeze or even shed a few tears-but now she wasn’t even phased by it.

Famous!reader no longer feels small. She’s still trapped-but now she controls the illusion.

She uses their rivalry to maintain distance. If one gets too close? She lets another yandere see-sparking just enough jealousy to create chaise so she can escape. No one notices when she slips out for air, they’re too busy watching each other.

She misses what love used to mean. Before the obsession. Before every glance carried weight, before every compliment felt like a contract she never signed. She still dreams, sometimes, of being held without being watched-of hands that don’t tremble with need, of a voice that doesn’t whisper mine like a warning.

But she’s stopped panicking. The fear is still there, tucked under her ribs, but it no longer rules her. It’s just part of the costume now.

She’s less a person these days and more a myth-polished, adored, dangerous to approach. Somewhere along the way, she stopped trying to peel the mask off and started wearing it.

Love, for her, is no longer soft. It’s teeth behind lipstick, roses with thorns sharpened to a point. And so she walks through rooms full of beautiful monsters with her head high, draped in elegance, knowing full well she can’t be touched-not without consequences. She’s learned to wear her danger like a gown: breathtaking, unapproachable, and stitched from the fear they gave her.

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