Pls Just Let Me Be A Dumb Stupid Kitty And Not Think For A While... Make Me Do Things For (or To) You,

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I just know that the dudes who make those "girls get 500 compliments a day vs. guy gets one compliment once and cherishes it for the rest of his life" memes put zero effort into their appearance. Like what exactly do you expect people to say? Wow nice plain ill-fitting hoodie, goes great with your basic-ass blue jeans and nondescript haircut. Got some real cool Grey Man vibes going on, you could seamlessly blend into any crowd ever without being seen at all.

Like nobody has any obligation to look any certain way, but you can't expect to be praised for doing something you're not even trying to do. I dress like I got tarred and feathered in a Tim Burton film costume department discard scrap pile, and someone saying they like my style is a biweekly occurrence.

Mutual Obsession

Lol, you're a yandere and the darling you love is also yandere!

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Gods... You can't stop giggling. You FINALLY have him all to yourself... Elliot Banjo, the prettiest boy in your office job. Well, at least to you. No one else seemed to notice or care for him. You knew no one would steal your lover. No. You kidnapped him and have restrained Elliot in your basement to PROTECT him.

The other colleagues, and even your bosses, at your job were cruel. You had to keep your darling safe from everyone who hurt him. They'd ignore Elliot or would push all their work on him. It was so unfair. Your poor darling never got a break... But, it's okay now! He can finally have his well deserved rest!

"Mm... huh?"

"Oh darling! You're awake... I know you must be terrified, but I promise... I will... You... You don't seem scared?"

Elliot was shaking, but he was smiling so widely. His eyes were dilated as he looked up at you from his comfy bed you had made just for him. As you spoke, he paused. He frowned and started to shake more, almost intentionally. He even seemed to force his voice to tremble.

"Do... Do you want me to be scared, honey bun?"

Your heart nearly stopped at how cute he was. Gods, how could anyone ever hate him...? You walked closer, pushing some hair out of his face and patting his head.

"Of course not, darling! You should never be afraid of me. You're here to be safe and to relax... The other people at work are so, so, so mean! They make you do everything, and are so lazy and yet so demanding... Don't you worry anymore though. I'm gonna feed you and take care of you! All you have to do is at least tolerate me and never love another!"

"Tolerate? Honey bun, I LOVE YOU! You are the only one at the office to not demand anything from me, and you would even stay late whenever I would to make sure I went home at some point... Plus, I know you were the one to restock my groceries whenever I'd forget. Now this... Oh, honey bun, the bed is lovely. Your basement is so cozy... Thank you..."

You looked at him, shocked. He... He noticed? Oh good gods, he noticed you! He loved you! You climbed on top of the bed, careful to not put more weight on his restrained limbs. You threw your arms around him, kissing his adorable little cheeks.

"Oh! My adorable darling! I would have taken you sooner if I knew you wouldn't have been so scared. I'm so glad you love me darling!"

ohshc is the funniest found family of all time because it's really a bunch of wealthy teens + one non-wealthy teen running a host club out of their school's music room for the following reasons:

a hopeless romantic who really does want to make the girls who come to the club happy, but is also completely fucking oblivious to his own romantic feelings

a guy who is literally only in it for the money and the networking

a set of twins who are in it for the lolz (and to find someone who appreciates them as individuals)

a former karate champion who's there because he gets free cake

a guy who never talks and is only here to hang out with the karate champion

a girl who's there because of indentured servitude and everyone likes her in a way that makes them queer.

oh and also there's a random girl who does not go to their school but declared herself their manager and lives under the floorboards

and their nextdoor neighbor is an occultist who's allergic to the sun and carries a cat puppet

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

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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