#yandere age regression x reader

[wetbatinthenight]

dad, who notices that you are starting to branch out and make friends in your clubs and isn’t liking the fact that his control on you is slipping.

dad, who doesn’t realize him constantly isolating you from your peers (except your loving dad and your mom who aids and believes in his beliefs too) since preschool doesn’t mean you don’t want connections.

you, who are now successful in school, in student council or debate or anything of the sort and now are trying to explore friendships outside of mandatory meetings and fundraising.

dad, that has always doted and babied you a bit but also puts pressure on you to do well and follow the rules, don’t mess up.

dad, who always has conflicting rules, you need to be independent and trustworthy but why can’t he do everything for you? dad, who wants you to be a successful and accomplished child of his but doesn’t let you hop on opportunities unless he allows you to (often school sanctioned where chaperones are everywhere, there has to be some sort of reasonable adult).

dad, who picks you up from school, if you don’t walk home or bus home, picks you up and all the school moms whisper about him (how charming, how mysterious, how dependable he probably is, how strong and intimidating he is, who is charming and people would not expect he wasn’t a normal handsome guy. family, who no one knows too much about and keeps the inner circle small, surface level coming off as the perfect family.

dad, who even now struggles with boundaries, also wanting to cuddle or snuggle. and you, who isn’t a touchy cuddly lovebug like you used to be, still struggling with expressing your emotions (even if you sometimes even want to accept his affection). he loves you and misses being able to connect with you. he never thought he would have a child but then he met your mom, and here you are, an extension of their love and his most precious thing.

dad, who isn’t sure what to do when he starts losing his influence, thinking to himself if he should get stricter (maybe he needs to check through your room more often when you are not home, or place stricter curfews, maybe having you home by seven is too late in the night).

dad, who always wants you to check in with him and spend time with him even though he is intimidating and awkward but also manipulative and charming, something you did not realize when you were a kid because you thought he was a regular loving dad.

you, who after learning more about people your age starts to wonder if the things your dad (and by extension mom does) is normal. it is all starting to feel off to you, making you nervous because you always blindly listened to your dad. I mean cmon, sure your dad was always…quirky, but he was your dad and he knew what was best, right? .

dad, who slowly starts to baby you more and more, trying to take care of your needs whether you like it or not. no, he can get you an after school snack after you walk through the front door (where he waits for you everyday if he isn’t busy at his job). it starts subtle at first.

dad, who immediately, like usual, asks if you spoke to anyone today, if you behaved like should’ve today, if you slept enough, if you are hungry. he doesn’t seem to mind when you interact with school staff.

dad, who immediately makes you sit on the couch and gets you something to eat, after making you give him your school bag and rummaging through it to make sure you don’t have anything you aren’t supposed to (even snacks or candy from peers).

dad, who always in monitoring you, making sure you do not interact with anything rated-R or anything he deems inappropriate, including the books you read. Say goodbye to whatever sci-fi or too intensely gory books you want to read (unless you read them at lunch or a free period at the school library like the clever thing you are).

dad, who starts to slowly try to regress you, even if he isn’t really aware of it at first. he just wants his good little child back, is that so wrong?

dad, who starts to display behaviors and if you ask about them, starts to gaslight and coo (compared to his old tactics) at you and redirect you to something different.

dad, who is manipulative, cunning, intimidating to most. dad, who most people would not suspect would engage in violent behaviors to ward off any “dangers”.

dad, who isn’t afraid to get rid of any “issue” he believes will come in between his and your family’s future.

dad, who of course was also not afraid in his youth to take severe actions towards conflict for your lovely mom, his sweet and caring wife.

dad, whose heart melts inside for his family, his lifeline, who wants to do what his believes to right for his family.

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[impish-baby]

Werewolf siblings teaching you how to hunt... being so gentle and encouraging even though you're terrified to hurt another animal :(( it's ok, pup!! You just have to bite reallyyyy hard, it's no big deal! Look, bubba will show you how easy it is!

Drider siblings teaching you how to knit since you can't spin a web like they can?? Being so proud of you no matter how messy the stitching is.. if you ever make anything for them they're wearing it proudly because their little sibling made it just for them >:)

Naga siblings forcing you into cuddle piles because you're warm blooded... wrapping you up in their coils so you can't escape. You're like their own personal heater! Stop squirming, they're trying to nap...

Mer siblings softly coaxing you into the water with them.. floating in the waves with you on top of them like a momma otter with her baby?? Cooing at you so sweetly, pressing salty kisses all across your face because you're just so cute!

[thecloudsaremyhome]

✧Yandere platonic omega emperor x teen beta reader✧

Summary: you’ve always have been having to look out for yourself no parents to comfort you or protect you no pack to vent to and to feel loved it’s always been just you. Well until you accidentally decided to pick up a job to steel from the feared emperor of your nation that is. How did you end up like this?

Tw: mentions of neglect and abuse, bad parenting and abandonment, yandere behavior and kidnapping and nesting, forced infantization.

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You've always been alone. Even when you were living with your parents they never treated you like their kid. They where never the best parents but it could've been worse, that's what you've had to constantly tell yourself.

Growing up as a beta in this society was never easy either, you have to constantly prove yourself to everyone is has never been easy to be a beta while alphas and Omega's are looked at very highly

betas are at the bottom of th food chain constantly have to fight for survival an proving themselves to people who just don't give two shits unless your a noble and a alpha or Omega people just don't care.

Half of the commoner Population is betas yet your still looked down upon by everyone for being a beta for not having Omega or alpha traits.

It's sad really I guess your whole existence in this world is to be a disappointment at least that's what your parents used.

To say they were very greedy people guess that's maybe why they sold you off to a strange to make some extra cash because they have no need for you which hurts really badly, you remember it like it was yesterday.

“Mama! Papa! Please don't leave me with them please! Come back!”

You struggle against the grip holding you back from running to your parents who are casually walking away not even sparing you a second glance as Your taken away against your will.

They didn't even seem to care for your cries for help as you put into a large carriage restrained as the people who bought you start the carriage but just before they could ride away your break free From your restraints frantically as you make Break for it out into the open streets away from the dark alleyway you were just as you run down the streets frantically trying to Lose your captors.

But before they could get any closer to your running form your captors accidentally knock over an alpha noble which results in your captors getting scolded, thankfully you managed to get away from them and loose them.

That memory till this day makes you shiver will anxiety. You've always been on edge especially years after that incident hoping they won't find you again.

Even after you were able to escape from your captors you were never able to find your parents it's like they took the chance after they sold you to flee the Capitol you grew up it.

Pathetic well you honestly wouldn't especially anything else from them they where drug addicts and gamblers but still they were your parents and the only family you had.

You didn't have any other family members or pack members well you didn't really have a Pack at all your parents were too conservative and disapproved of the thought which made you feel even more lonely than you already were.

But over time you didn't have to worry about them because they aren't here right now and you have to do everything you can to survive or try to at least.

That's why you resorted to stealing, sadly many jobs accept a 14 year old especially a inexperienced beta at that so you had to resort to stealing to survive,

you removed when you first stole from a shop vender at a market in the more busy parts of the Capitol it felt Exilirating having the wind in you hair an the adrenaline pumping in you veins as guards chance after you.

It felt amazing, so you started to steel more valuable objects for you and some neighbors you live with who can't afford much.

It felt nice helping the people you care about because they are all that you have besides yourself that is.

That was until a Strange man approached you one day while you carried your bah full of stolen gold and food you froze in your tracks as you inspected him caustiously.

He then introduces himself as Ethel a noble man from the South part of the Capitol

he proposed a propersition for you to steal the emperor's crown in exchange for a fortune of gold that you thought could last you a life time.

and it could help the people in your building so you excitedly agree to the offer unknowing of the dangers ahead that will cost you your freedom.

You got this you think to yourself as. You. Anxiously look in the dusty mirror glancing back at yourself. This should be pretty easy right?

And he offered you a fortune to do it so you can't really turn it down now. But what if they catch you? What if they execute you?

The emperor has known to be ruthless every since he killed the previous emperor and empress he has been know to rule with a iron fist and him being an Omega, is even more of a surprise to a lot of people but.

That doesn't make him any less deadly. Snap out of it (name) we don't need to focus on the what ifs just sneak in and sneak out right? Easy?

This is far from easy once you sneakily entered the palace grounds near the entrance.

It was littered with guards stationed from left to right. Luckily Ethel gave you a map of the palace layout.

You didn't want to ask him where he got it nor did you want to know. You sigh in relief as you were able to avoid the first set of guards near the palace garden.

It looks like they are about to switch shifts soon, a perfect chance to sneak in.

You examine the guards placed at the front entrance of the palace. You can’t go through the front that would be to risky. What if you just climbed up? Yeah that could work you could climb uo the palace walls and use your grappling hook!

Then you could break through one of the palace windows and head straight for the royal fault! Perfect plan! But their is a problem their also must be guards, guarding the vault so you’ll have to knock them out which won’t be easy on your part but it’s better to at least try than do nothing.

So with your plan set in motion you grab your grappling hook from your back pack and swing it up towards one of the windows making sure it’s hooked on and steady you start to slowly climb up making sure to make a lookout for any gaurds passing bye just in case.

You grunt in exhaustion as you finally make it up to the windows edge. You grab a screw drider and try to open the window from the other side thankfully it works.

it’s better than breaking the window because you’ve tried that before with a previous robbery and it did not turn out so good so you’ve learned to use the screwdriver for fear rain windows to unlock.

You carefully jump down from the window onto the marble floor taking notice of the surroundings.

Luckily for you it looks like you broke into one of the many spare bedrooms in the large palace. With a large king size bed with a golden headboard and a very soft carpet.

Wow is this what it feels and looks like to be living in royalty. You’d admit you're very jealous but not time to ponder right now you have a mission to complete!

So you exit the spare bedroom and quietly make your way down the hallway making sure to avoid any passing servants or guards patrolling the area.

You sigh as you luckily was able to hide behind a curtain as another passing gaurds walk past you, you grab the map Ethel has gave you as you scan it trying to double check if you are even remotely close to the royal vault, sadly you aren’t.

You don’t even know how the heck Ethel got this map and you don’t want to know when or how it’s really none of your business you're just here to get the job done and that’s all.

Sadly the royal vault is on the other side or the castle which is heavily guarded and you also have to pass the emperor's chambers which is also heavily guarded! Great! So fucking great. You are totally not going to make it out alive.

You rush through the hallways trying to be as stealthy as possible. You finally made it to the other side of the palace havung accidentally allerted the gaurds when you passed the emperors chambers.

you have to do this quick and fucking fast before they alert the emperor and their is a whole fucking search party to capture you.

You pant as you finally make it down an empty hallway as guards rush past you.

You sigh in relief as you take another glance at your map, you just have to pass this hallway then you’ll be the at the royal vault. Hopefully no one will be guarding it since your little mistake.

Thankfully for just your luck no one was guarding it which causes you to use you Bobby pin to pick lock the huge lock on the door. Finally you get the door open but you accidentally trip a wire which sounds off an alarm.

you jump in suprise fearful of your outcome as you quickly grab the crown and rush out the door only for it to be blocked off by gaurd surrounding you blocking your path towards the door. You whimper in fear as you try to hide the crown you stolen. The gaurds glare deadly at you.

Finally the captain of the gaurds a tall and imposing alpha with dark brown hair flowing down his back and a tall structure. He steps forward glaring deadly at you. “What exactly is going on here?”

He states as another more nervous gaurd then says “we caught this beta here tripping the alarm to the vault and stealing the crown captain we already alerted his highness.”

“I see. Apprehend them now and hold them down we need to secure the crown.” The guards nod in approved and pin you down taking away your bag with your supplies and the crown.

You try to fight against their hold but to no use you fail to get them off of you. You feel tears streaming down your face. This is it isant it? Your going to either be executed or rot in jail for the rest of your life?

Just for some fucking stupid fortune you should’ve never taken up this job. Maybe you are a failure like your parents use to tell you.

Unbeknownst to you your upset pheromones reach Eugene the omega emperor he quickly enters the royal vault with two guards standing behind him he takes a look at the situation at hand and his eyes soften. “What exactly is going on here?”

The emperors imposing voice breaks you out of your crying fit as you look up at him in awe at his beauty from his talk muscular built to his long dark black hair to his violet sharp eyes that can represent the stars themselves.

He looks down at you as he speaks eyes soften just a bit as you look at him in suprise. The captain of the guards then speaks

“our guards caught this young beta tripping the wire and stealing the crown your majesty. What shall we do? Shall we execute them or throw them in the dungeon?”

Eugene looks down at you softly, how could anyone hurt someone so precious your scent gives off a sour taste but smells like fresh baby pounder and cherrys.

Oh you look like a baby in his eyes so precious and small he just has to keep you.

“No.” He states firmly glaring at the guards holding you down

“bring then to my chambers in one peace if I see any scratches or bruises on them your heads will be off do you understand?”

The guards nervously shake their heads “yes your majesty!”

The captain of the guards looks at the emperor in shock but shakes his head dismissively. Eugene exits the room swiftly leaving you alone with the gaurds.

You stare in shock at the scene that just occurred.

You can feel your anxiety rising, oh fuck your going to die aren’t you he’s going to kill you himself and there's nothing you can do about it.

You cry frantically trying to get out of the guards grips frantically, you can’t die! No you can’t! You have to get out of here.

Your fight or flight kicks in and you start to slowly have a panic attack as you're crying. You don’t even notice the sterilizer being injected into you before it is too late.

You fall limp on the ground as your struggles cease, you pass out in the arms of one of the guards you vision going black as you finally pass out.

You groggily wake up to the feeling of a soft mattress under you, and a soft pillow-like feeling surrounding you.

Your bed has never been this soft before, wait this isn't your bed. You slowly open your eyes looking around as you take notice of the sunlight peeking through the extravagant window.

You quickly sof uo looking anxiously around the room as you notice you're in a king size bed with pillows and blankets surrounding you to form a nest like structure.

You start to panic trying to get up and out of the nest. But before you can exit the bed a strong force pushes you back down you look up to see the emperor holding you down.

“Shhh it’s okay pup lay back down I know your very sleepy don’t worry daddy will take care of you.” He coos at you looking at you with an obsessive glint in his eyes, you struggle trying to get out of his hold.

but he shushes you as you whine lifting you up into his lap as he lightly brushes his calloused hands through your hair, trying to release calming pheromones to calm down your panicked state

which unfortunate for you it works causing you to unwillingly relax against his hold, which causes him to coo at you.

“it’s okay baby you’ll be okay daddy’s here to take care of you now and forever.” What exactly have you done…can you even make it out? You don’t know but you don’t want to find out…

Authors note: hey y’all I hope you like this one shot I hope its to your liking I tried to make it as long as I could I kinda lost motivation at the end but I wanted to at least give you guys something I’ll defiantly make a part 2!

[mossangelll]

yandere!viktor x reader

machine herald controlling you you to the point of infantilisation⁉️

this is probably on the fringe for a lot of people but the idea of a yandere going to such extremes because they “know what’s best for you” and experiencing such a dehumanising loss of agency scratches an itch for me

tw: forced age regression, uncomfortable dynamics, forced drugging, toxic behaviour

“Do you want the crayons or the storybook, hm?” he holds them up to you in either hand, “Speak up for me. I know my darling can do it.” If you didn’t know any better about him and the horrific things he’s capable of, you would honestly believe the gentle cadence paired with his own unique twang was calming and paternal.

What a sick fuck.

He had that smarmy grin plastered to his face as he watched you in silence, waiting for a response that obviously would never come. After all, he made you a makeshift pacifier that was strapped inside your mouth using soft fabric that also wrapped around your hands. He took your voice and mobility all in one fell swoop and you were helpless against him.

“Aw, poor little thing. You must be tired, eh?” His cold metal hand comes to press against your forehead, thumb easing away the tension etched there.

He hoists you up with ease from where you were sat at your miniature table and carries you over to a large mattress in the corner of your room, what he’s lovingly dubbed your “crib” due to the child-friendly gates surrounding it, and places you amongst the sea of soft plushies and pillows.

He sits down next to you on the edge of the bed and smooths the stray hairs that have come out out your immaculate hair do, one he did for you, of course. He wants to be a reassuring presence for you but as you lay before him, you feel bile rise in your throat.

The frustration continues to well up and your eyes burn with unshed tears until you can’t hold them back anymore and you sob. But even your cries come out muffled and you’re not able to truly express the anguish that rages inside of you, a freedom that is your birthright.

Why, out of everyone, did you end up with this psycho that treats you like a child?

Viktor lets out a soft gasp and immediately crouches down by your side. “Shh darling, everything will be ok. Seeing you like this makes me very upset, you know.” He coos but the wide smile he doesn’t even bother to hide tells a different story.

He leaves you for just a moment, fearful of what kind of accidents you could get into in his absence, he once said. You rolled your eyes at the time, still fighting for your independence with venomous words and sharp rebuttals, and was promptly punished for your disobedience. It wasn’t the first time and definitely won’t the last, but now you’re more accepting of your position with Viktor’s - better to make your life easier by giving into his unusual desires than be punished again and again and again until you finally learn your lesson.

He comes back with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, cooled just enough that it wouldn’t burn your mouth.

He pulls a vial full of a pale yellow liquid out of his pocket and drops two splashes of it into your drunk before giving it a good stir. He does this in plain view of you, knowing that there’s nothing you can do to stop him. Though your untrusting gaze cuts right through him, he continues on not caring about what you think is “moral”. He scoffs at such black and white thinking; you don’t have the knowledge and power he does, so how could you ever care for yourself the way he can?

“Drink up, darling. You’ll feel right as rain in no time.” He doesn’t give you the option of declining as he’s quick to pull out your pacifier and press the mug against your lips, cradling your head forwards so you don’t choke.

The hot chocolate is rich and velvety, smooth and indulgent with a slight edge you’re not quite able to place. Something of his invention, no doubt. Viktor often forbade you from eating too many sweets so this was clearly his way of placating you, baiting you into being on your best behaviour.

It’s unnerving, the way his curious amber eyes stare into yours with no intention of looking away, as if you were a perplexing equation he needed to find the solution to. You were simply something he needed to fix, a small stepping stone that meant nothing in his greater plan to solve humanity’s suffering.

Your head feels cloudy as you slowly fall into a smaller version of yourself, one that’s scared of the dark and cries whenever Viktor leaves.

You hate that he’s reduced you to a shadow of your former self, forcing you to act like a child while you frantically grip onto the disintegrating remnants of your past life. You hate the way your eyes start to flicker as drowsiness engulfs each of your senses - you especially hate feeling like you’re rolling over and simply allowing him do as he pleases, but as much as you wish to protest and scream you’re rendered still by whatever concoction he spiked your drink with.

Either way, he would probably get some depraved enjoyment out of you having a tantrum, since it only goes to prove that you need him to look after you and you’d rather not supply him with more fodder for the fire.

Viktor begins to hum a childhood song from the undercity but when the melody reaches your ears, it’s dampened like your head is submerged deep underwater.

He reaches for your hand which you limply grab onto with what little strength you have left, “There, there, little one. Close your eyes and sleep. You’re safe here.”

And sleep you do.

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[littlelambscandyland]

Their Little Sister

Yandere!Cg!Jerome Valeska x PermaReggressor!Reader, Yandere!Cg!Jeremiah Valeska x PermaReggressor!Reader

Notes- Perma Regression is a form of involuntary regression that is permanent, often this is caused by severe trauma at an early age. In this story the reader is permanently regressed to around 6 years old.

Warnings- Canon typical violence, Reader is the twins biological sister, Childhood Trauma, Manipulation, Use of Y/n, Second Person Pov

The noise in the station rang loud in your ears. You followed the policeman through the noisy precinct into a quiet room in the back. A pout sat on your lips as you waited in the darkened lights in front of the big mirror. It wasn’t until a new man walked through the door you let up on the pout you were sending to your reflection.

You know the man. His name was Jim. You’d met him once, though you can’t remember when you remember why. Last time you saw the detective was when he sent you to live with your current “caretaker”. The best decision that was ever made for you was being placed into Naomi’s care. Although you were made aware later it was the kind doctor lady who told him it was the safest option. Lee, was her name if you remembered right. You never were told, however, what happened to your mother and brother.

Maybe that’s why they brought you back? You could finally see your brother again, then again they said he was in trouble so, maybe not… You don’t care much for your mom. She wasn’t around much and when she was she was always screaming. You doubt she’d change, ever.

“Y/n…” A voice pulls you out. Jim’s voice.

You hum in response. A smile grows at the recognition. Slightly proud of yourself for remembering so well. 

“Did anyone tell you why you’re here?” He asks while he sits down.

You shake your head in response.

“Do you, uh, remember who I am?” He asks nervously.

Why would that make him hesitate? Of course you remember. You're a big girl, you can do that much.

“Uh huh, I remember you.” You reply nodding enthusiastically. “Is the lady doctor still here too?” You ask kindly.

He raises his brows. “Lee?” You nod. “Yeah, she’s still here… You don’t watch the news do you, Y/n?”

“Nuh uh,” You answer. “Miss Naomi says I shouldn’t do that.”

“Right.” He smiles strangely before it falls again. “Have you seen Miss Naomi today?”

You tilt your head in confusion. Now that you think about it, you hadn’t seen her today. She went out for groceries and the next person you saw was the nice cop guy at the door. Was she okay? Did she get in trouble like Jerome did?

“Have you seen her?” Jim pushes again.

A pout grows on your lips again. “No, sir. Not after she left this morning…”

“Have you seen either of your brothers?” He asks suddenly.

Brothers? Brothers… Right… You have another brother too… What was his name? Your big brothers Jerome and, and, Jeremiah... He was always the calm one. Jerome made the jokes while Jeremiah patched you up. Jeremiah made puzzles and Jerome made the stages. Jeremiah was methodical and mean. Jerome was quick and cruel. 

But. You haven’t seen either in years. Miah, a lot longer than Romie. 

“Y/n. This is important. Have you seen or spoken to Jerome or Jeremiah?” Jim asks strictly.

“ ‘s been a really long time.” You whisper.

He stares. “How long?”

“Miah’s been gone a while when we still lived with momma… Haven’t seen Romie since he got in trouble… Are they okay?” Confusion and fear held clear on your face.

“They’re fine.” Jim says. He sounds angry. He looks at you for a moment. “I don’t think you’re safe.”

“Why not?” Your brows furrow.

“Your brothers are,” He hesitates, trying to find the words. “Dangerous.”

“Dangerous…” You drag on.

“I think they might hurt you.” He says.

“No they won’t.” You state, factually.

No, they protected you. They could get really angry, but they never hurt you, not like mom did. Break things, scream, but never hurt. Jeremiah patched you up so many times, and Jerome held you as you cried so many nights. Why did he think your older brothers would hurt you?

Before your conversation could continue the detective's phone rang. He left you with a simple command and a point of his finger. “Don’t move.”

So, you sat once again unmoving in the little, dimly lit room. You sat for a few moments before a visceral noise hit your ears. You hadn’t heard someone scream the way these people had since you were in the circus. What were they doing out there? You’d go look, but the detective seemed real serious about you not leaving.

So, you’ll wait. And wait. And wait. And, oh god, how long is this going to take? Isn't it enough they took you away from home, but now they’re gonna make you wait? You were going to surprise Naomi with your very own comic when she got home, and now the surprise isn’t going to be finished. She’s probably already seen it. Those big jerks. Except Jim, he at least came to talk to you for a little bit.

Oh well. These things never really go as planned. She’s gonna love it anyways, you’re sure of it.

It wasn’t much longer till you started “exploring” the small room. Your exploring mostly consisted of knocking on the mirror hoping for a response. One knock, nothing. Two knocks, nothing. A sigh, three knocks, nothing. It kinda reminded you of when mom would lock you out of the trailer at the circus.

Four knocks, a fun little pattern, and… Two knocks back. You didn’t mean to, but you jumped a bit at the response. Someone finally answered, you. You knock back with the other person's pattern. A giggle-like squeal escapes you when a very noisy pattern knocks back. This game is much more fun when someone responds! You try to recreate the pattern, but discover you don’t quite have enough hands.

“Well, I guess you beat me.” You smile at the glass.

The knocking stopped and you traveled back to the seat you were in before, and you continued waiting. 

Suddenly, you heard the pattern again, but this time it was from the door. You shot your head to the door. You thought about playing again, but what if it was Jim? What if it was a test like momma used to do? The ones where she’d wrap her hands around your neck when you failed. “Don’t knock on the doors, Y/n.” She’d tell you as you laid on the ground when she wasn’t angry anymore. When she wasn’t disappointed in you failing anymore.

You waited patiently, not really, for the door to peel open. When it finally did the door blocked the person in the doorway.

“Hello~” The man called out.

His voice was both gravely and high pitched. A part of you felt comforted by the sound. Another part felt frightened by his loud presence. Other noises could be heard from beyond the door. Screams and loud bangs surrounded the halls. It was discomforting and alluring…

When the man crept into the room finally you noticed how he bent his tall form down slightly. Like he was prepared for something bad. He didn’t look right at you as he was busy listening to the whispering voice still hiding behind the door frame. 

“Hi!” You called out wanting the man to face you. “I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” Smile on the edge of your seat.

It’s been a while since you’ve met someone new. Naomi always said it wasn’t a good idea for you.

When the ginger turned on his heel to face you, you saw his face light up. Such a familiar face…

“Hello, Doll~” He said with a grin.

His eyes were lit with mischief, with love, and something you just couldn’t understand. His face was scarred around the edges and around his eyes. His smile was permanent in the corners of his lips. He wore a tannish, yellow suit that had something red and sticky clinging to certain parts of the cloth.

His arms were out slightly like he was waiting for someone to throw themselves at him, which he wasn’t wrong, because the second you recognized him you were throwing yourselves into his arms.

A squeal left your lips. Was it really him? Your big brother was back. Was that why Jim brought you here? You couldn’t keep the smile from your lips. He smells like cookies and pennies. He’s so much different than you remember, but it was him. It was Jerome.

He picks you up and holds you in his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms around his neck.

“You came back!” You gleam.

“Ohoho! You thought you were rid of me for good huh? Well hate to break it to ya angel you’re stuck with me.” He says bouncing you lightly in his arms. Romie seems genuinely happy. It was so different than he used to be.

“So… You’re not in trouble anymore?” He’s back, so he’s not in time out anymore right?

He looks at you with a goofy face. Eyebrows down and a smile that mimicked a frown. 

“Is that where they said I was?” Jerome asks. A darker look crosses his face. You nod. “Well, I’ll tell you a secret.” He lowers his voice and it gets more gravely. “They’re liars. They took you from me and lied to keep us separated.” His voice filled with hate.

“Why- why would they do that?” You ask, slightly frightened by what your big brother’s telling you.

His eyes narrow to the side as a loud ringing goes off outside the room. “Well it’s because they’re big meanies, duhh.” He says it in a way that makes you giggle. “Now,” Jerome says, setting you on the ground. “Let’s ditch this joint.”

A hum left your mouth. “Where’re we goin?”

“Home,” He smiles. “Obviously.”

Everything else went by in a flash. The loud men and the banging of the metal toys. Your big brothers hand wrapped yours up as he pulled you away from the chaos. The car drove fast down the road and Jerome laughed so much you were scared he’d stop breathing.

Eventually things calmed down. Jerome answered every question you had, although every answer made you feel slightly uneasy. Not towards him, of course, no, towards all those cruel people who separated your little family.

The car ride reminded you a bit about being in the circus. The long drive where only Romie was there to talk to.

When the two of you, and whoever was driving the car, got to where you were going Jerome helped you out. Looking around you were surrounded by trees. It’s been a while since you’ve been in such a pretty place. The two of you entered this big grey structure and you held his hand as he led you down a very long set of stairs, ignoring the buzzing noise that happened when the door closed.

At the end of the stairs you’re met with a hall. After a few twists and turns you caught on.

“It’s a maze!” You say with a shout and a grin.

Your big brother jumps from your sudden loud noise after so many minutes of silence.

“Geez! Blow your big bros eardrums out why dontcha.” He says with a fake pout as he wiggles his ear. “And uh duh. You know how Miah is with all his puzzles.” He says holding on to the “s”.

Jeremiah’s here? You were gonna see him too?

Laughter filled your chest and you started to bounce slightly. This was so exciting.

“We’re gonna see Miah!” You laugh out in glee.

“Yeah, yeah don’t sound so happy bout it, will ya.” Jerome says, but there's a smile beneath the petty comment.

They always did jab at each other.

“Why’re we taking so long we gotta go!” You say pulling Romie further down the hall.

It took only a little longer after you started pushing your brother to move faster. The door felt important once you finally stood in front of it.

Your excitement died a bit in your throat. Your younger mind hadn’t had the chance to doubt whether or not Jerome wanted to see you. He just showed back up and loved you, but this wasn’t the same. You had those few minutes and now standing at the door you were doubting yourself.

What if he had forgotten you as much as you had him? What if he doesn’t wanna see you again? What if he hates you?

You hold onto Jerome's hand when he goes to open the door effectively stopping him. He gives a gruff hum as he looks at you like you had two heads.

“What if he doesn’t want me ‘round?” You pout frightfully.

He bursts into a shrill laughter. It lasted only a few seconds and you didn’t understand why he was laughing. “You two have a lot in common, dontcha?” He laughs. “Believe me, Doll, if he didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

He was right. Jerome would never lie to you, right? So, everything’s going to be fine. Miah and you are gonna get along just like before. Maybe even better! You and Jerome already are.

The ginger opens the door and once again you're faced with your long lost brother. The man didn’t even look up from his detailed papers. Does he like doodling too? 

Jerome looked really different, but Jeremiah looked like a completely different person. His eyes were light green and held heavy focus. His skin was as white as the paper he held, and his dark green hair was combed back perfectly. He wore a purple suit, it was clean and pressed unlike Jerome’s that was now stained with dark red.

“I thought we agreed you would start knocking rather than just barging in.” His voice was smooth and monotone.

You wanted to jump at him. Hug him and not let go. You wanted to, but he sounded upset, annoyed.

“So sorry, your highness.” Jerome answered with a dramatic bow. “I thought you’d want to see what a cutie our little sister is.” This time he turns and pinches your cheeks causing you to squeak a bit.

The man straightened immediately. Did he forget Romie was bringing you home today?

When he turns to look at you his eyes lighten. He seems almost shocked or maybe relieved when he looks at you. It feels like he’s looking at something that you can’t see. You can’t help but shy away a bit from the solid stare.

It was like you both were assessing each other. Waiting and waiting for the next move. Jerome moved to another part of the large room, and you peel your eyes from Jeremiah to watch him throw himself onto a couch. 

Looking back you wave slightly. “Hi.”

“Hello.” He responds simply.

“Y’look different.” You say quietly.

His stoic face broke slightly as you see a smile break through and fall away again.

You shuffle your feet. You had no idea what to say or do next. Jerome was always so open you knew exactly what to do. Jeremiah was always a wall and you really just wanted to hug him.

He hums. “Come here.”

You shoot your head up and walk over. A smile cracks through his face again. You look up at him expectantly.

Jeremiah lays his hand on your cheek softly. “What’re you doing?” You ask in a whisper.

“You’ve changed quite a bit yourself since we’ve last seen each other. I suppose I am just memorizing you again.” He says as if he himself was unsure.

“Oh.” You nod and breathe deeply. “Can I hug you?” You say looking at the floor.

He laughs… He laughed! Your head shoots up to look at his face and you can’t help but stare. Even back at the circus Miah didn’t really laugh, but here he was, a smile on his face. It was over almost as soon as it started, but you were completely thrown off by it.

“Would you like that?” He asks with an odd smile.

You nod quickly.

Your big brother hums again. He steps closer before pulling you to his chest. You can’t help the excited giggle as you wrap your arms as far around him as you could. He smelt like mint and pine. Jeremiah's arms held you harder than you expected.

“I missed you.” You whisper with your face buried in his suit.

It was true you always felt like something was missing. You always felt empty. You knew you were different. Naomi and Lee told you so. You understood that most people wouldn’t understand your way of thinking. That’s why you always kept them in your heart, even if they weren’t on your mind.

It was true you’ve missed your big brothers so much.

“Of course you have.” Miah states factually.

“Of course she’s, what?” Romie calls from across the room.

You can feel the scoff that slips from Jeremiah’s lips and you giggle quietly to yourself. 

“You do not need to be involved in everything.” The ex-ginger claims.

“So mean~ brother. Wouldn’t want to give a little sis the wrong idea would you.” Your other brother dares as he walks closer to the two of you.

Jerome pulls you away from your other brother. Jeremiah just glares back. You whine and look up at him with a pout. 

Why would he do that? “Miah was warm…” You look at him doe eyed.

Romie screeches out a laugh. “Oh! You are just too cute!” He reaches out and squishes your face in his hands. “Isn’t she just adorable?” Romie says and holds you out to Miah.

“Shut up.” The other practically hisses. “Come here.” He says looking at you.

“Nope!” Jerome says, pulling you back into him instead. “All mine~” He grins.

“Romie, that's not fair!” You giggle out.

“And incredibly childish.” Jeremiah continues, grabbing your arm and lifting you into his own.

Jeremiah rests you on his hip. You can’t help but smile at the proximity. Your hands traced his suit, and you listen to the back and forth between the twins. Eventually the three of you moved to that couch in the corner of the room. The conversation bloomed and it was like you’d never been apart before.

It feels strange being here. It’s like a balloon full of confetti was being held over your head; you had no idea when it was going to pop or why it was even there. It was exciting and scary, yet you never felt more safe than you did tightly in the grasp of your big brothers.

If only you knew the truth…

Naomi’s body limp and unmoving a few rooms over. The cops that are mourning their colleagues. Jim is searching the cameras wondering why you would leave so willingly, did you really not know what they’ve done?

Of course Jerome and Jeremiah were in the best mood they’ve been in since teaming up. Their perfect little sister back in their grasp again. So many years without that perfect little mediator. A perfect buffer. The perfect balance for their chaos and gore was your sweetness and innocence. What a perfect scene it was; even if they wanted to tear each other apart they finally had you, their little sister.

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Can you do forced regression hcs with nightwing? If not then just like batman? If you need more to start with I can give you some more?

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Okay! The Nightwing I am most familiar with is Batwheels, so I'm going to go with that one. For Batman, I would prefer having a specific version because it would change between versions, but I can also do a general Batman taking from all the different versions.

@artisticdoofusxx

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Nightwing isn't one who goes to age regression first. Yes, he thinks of you as his baby bird, but he doesn't realize how much he thinks of you as a little baby until he really starts thinking about how much you fight his affection.

Nightwing is one of the the few in this universe that would actually force you to regress to a very young age, unlike a few others who would just force you to be more in the 6-13 age range. He actually prefers it when you are very helpless, around the 1-4 age range, because you are his baby bird.

He's definitely one of the more delusional ones, not saying much given the fact he usually is in most scenarios. While he understands that you don't like being a baby, most babies don't either! He sees your rebellion against infantilization as you simply throwing a tantrum.

He definitely has themed outfits he puts you in, and insists on hand feeding you. He does have a specific room for you in his base in Blüdhaven, decked to the nines with infant toys and sensory books. Only the softest of toys make it into that room and with how much is in there, even non autistic people feel overstimulated.

He's definitely a drugging yandere too. Forcing a pacifier into your mouth with chemicals designed to make you as sleepy as possible just so he can lay you in your crib without fussing. He hates having to do it, but he can't have his baby bird hurting themselves while trying to avoid bedtime!

[pilotingdreammsss]

Hello again!

You don't have to do this request immediately if you're busy but I have a new request.

Basically, I'm wanting more Yandere Caregiver Dark Cacao Cookie and Regressor reader. Your last one was basically perfect!

This time, I'm thinking about Y/n making a different path in the timeline.

Basically, they point out Dark Choco Cookie's cursed sword while regressed and ends up somehow helping Dark Cacao Cookie realize that his original child isn't in control of his own actions. This could then lead to Dark Cacao Cookie then trying to break the curse and get his son back. Eventually, the curse gets broken but it leaves his son using regression to help cope with what he experienced under Dark Enchantress Cookie's control.

To try and put it more simply if that was too complicated, basically Reader is in a regressed state and points out the cursed sword. Curse gets broken and Dark Choco Cookie becomes a regressor for his father to care for as well as becoming the brother of Reader.

Or you could just do whatever you want with Yandere Caregiver Dark Cacao cookie. I don't mind if you do decide to do that!

If this too complicated, you don't have to do it. Hope you have a nice day/night!

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Welcome back, ❄️💗🖋 anon! A frequent visitor to my writing shop, I see... Or am I a frequent writer, hmmm...

I will follow your prompt to the best of my abilities! Nothing too complex here, don't worry! (｢• ω •)｢ (⌒ω⌒`)

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Warnings: Age regression, Yandere behavior (mild), general family angst. Discretion is advised.

"Red mist.. sword... Dark Choco Cookie...."

Thus, that was your full capability to describe what you had seen. Something Dark Cacao Cookie could only knit his brows together at - try as he might, he could not decipher what you were saying. He'd toiled with the question since your meeting with Dark Choco Cookie. Where he'd had to pry you away from his cape out of fear his... unpredictability would cause him to lash out against you. Why you'd been so insistent to cling to him was lost on Dark Cacao Cookie. He's narrowed his eyes, grabbed at you and hoisted you up into his arms.

When he'd dropped you off into your room, to confront his son, he'd noticed a certain melancholy in his eye. A deep regret, a grip on the sword that was too loose to indicate he wanted to fight. Dark Cacao Cookie could only hesitate. The sword slips out of his son's hand, both of them flinch as the sword clatters onto the floor, crystal shattering upon impact. The shards flicker, though it's a dying light, a distress signal.

"My...son..."

No-one says anything.

*ೃ༄ Thus, starts the pull - Dark Choco Cookie notices how fatherly his father had become. He didn't quite remember him acting like this when he was a child. Had he truly changed? Gentle hands holding you, hushed voices, none of the scolding he'd received when he was a child. How curious - you had healed through regression, and Dark Cacao Cookie had healed through yours. Just seeing you slip into little space made Dark Choco Cookie feel small, too. He doesn't push the feeling away this time, he's safe now, he can embrace it too.

*ೃ༄ You start to push him to regress too - at first together, he's much too awkward to be in the presence of his father. You pull out that side of him - the two of you play-fight without the obligation to become warriors, make snowmen with reckless abandon, colour and indulge without the fear of growing up. You begin to consider him a brother to you. You're his little sibling, too.

*ೃ༄ He still feels that pang when you run to his father, when he calls you 'little one' and you exclaim 'Papa!' at him. You push him further, to approach your collective caregiver, when Dark Cacao Cookie drapes his arms around his son, grip stable, but never too tight... Dark Choco Cookie feels an emanating warmth, something he'd last felt in his childhood.

*ೃ༄ Now that you two came as a package bundle, both of you were under his protection! No bigots, weirdos or meanies would leave unscathed! Once again, he never once allows you two to see the carnage, keep playing, Dad just needs to take care of that meanie that shouted at you in the street. Neither of you will ever see them again, ever!

*ೃ༄ Dark Choco Cookie is usually the one approaching your caregiver to layout your shared intentions - whether it's a request for a certain food, or a certain toy or game. He's your self appointed big brother, he does what he must do to aid his little sibling (even if you're older than him.)

*ೃ༄Speaking of food, shared jelly or jelly paste, jellybean jam eaten from the jar with messy hands, milk pudding... Dark Cacao Cookie wants you to grow big and strong, only the best for his children! You're served on patterned plates and with the best cutlery in the castle. Even then, the two of you still sneak shovelling some of the clean snow outside into your mouth, even when your father explicitly forbids it. A sneaky little rebellion won't hurt once in a while...

*ೃ༄There's not much to rebel against anyway.

A/N: Sorry this took a while! It took a few rewrites, hehe. It may be a bit on the shorter side cause ya boy ran outta ideas, hehe.

[forcedagere]

Based on @/spitdrunken’s reincarnation post! If you haven’t/don’t want to read it, it’s about Bill having known befriended when he was a child, killed you in the disaster. Now you have reincarnated as a human, with some vague memories of your past.

Content: Age regression, obsessive behaviour, implied mental manipulation

Bill tries to avoid thinking about it, but he’s already seen the light leave your eyes once before. (And it had been his fault! You had been so excited, and then—) But dwelling on the past is for suckers. And Bill is no sucker, he has reality in the palm of his hand! Either way, you’re here now, you’re together again! He has the chance to make it all better, to make it all right.

He hasn’t cared about anyone’s opinion of him in a trillion years. You, however, such a clear reminder of his past, of the child he was, he almost wants to crystallize. You still believe that Bill is your imaginary childhood friend somehow given physical form. You don’t need to know everything else he has been up to! It’s fine. It’s totally fine. It’s better for you, this way. And if you’re the most at peace with having your brain slowed down a little, having you all regressed all the time, it only makes the most sense to walk that path.

The Fearamid is a maze of twisting hallways, dead-end corridors and hidden passages. Among the incomprehensible architecture, there is a big, padded room with a locked room where you’re allowed to stay. Whenever Bill isn’t around, you doze off into the dream of a special world created from your own imagination, where all of your favourite things in the world come together! In there, you’re a little kid, having one adventure after another. Bill had spent most of his time around you when younger and grows almost nostalgic thinking about how wonder-eyed you’d been all the way back then.

Your room is full of pillows and stuffed toys and other decorations, all plucked straight from your brain. If there’s anything that’s true, it’s that Bill will always know you better than anyone else. When he’s around you, the noise in his brain seems too quiet down, just a little. He’s not the best caretaker. What he wants more than anything is for you to like him, to love him! So your diet is horribly imbalanced (it’s mostly candy), and instead of cleaning any of your clothes, for example, he’ll just make the old ones disappear and make new ones. He likes to play luck-based (board) games with you, because then it’s not entirely certain he’ll win! It seems there nothing he can’t do— Because that’s the truth! He can make all of your dreams come true, if you just stay right here.

Sometimes, he’ll try to recreate some small scenes of what he remembers. It isn’t much. After a trillion years, most of his recollections have faded away. But he has painted the ceiling of your room to reflect the starry night sky, and he likes to play hide and seek with you. He’ll toss you in the air and catch you again. For some reason, he can even enjoy listening to you babble endlessly about meaningless things.

He tries not to be overjoyed when you cling to him, when you ask him not to leave, when you need him. He likes you the most when you’re being clingy. It’s how you convince him to do the silliest things. He’ll shrink himself down so you can hug him to your chest, or swaddle himself in blankets so his ‘pointy edges’ can’t poke you in your sides while you cuddle.

You see a side of Bill that no one else ever will, but that doesn’t mean his intentions are entirely selfless. Whether this is a form of penance for having snuffed out your life, the desire for someone’s undivided, uncomplicated almost-worshipping attention, or a need to be loved and wanted… Even Bill doesn’t know. He convinces himself there’s some kind of long-con here, but there’s not. Perhaps it’s a little bit of all three.

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Yandere Stalker AU - Caregiver! Lee Minho/Gender Neutral Little! Reader

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"Why did you stop walking?" Minho asked, standing behind you with his hood up. Your breath hitched, "What?" you whispered, turning your head. Minho tilted his head, "You. Why did you stop walking?" he asked, looking at you as if he spoke the obvious. The goosebumps on your arms sent you warning flags at his behavior. Minho chuckled lowly, "Don't scream," he whispered, covering your mouth with a cloth. You thrashed beneath his hold, adrenaline pumping in your veins. Minho grunted, holding the cloth firm, "Shh, shh, darling. Just go to sleep," he whispered, smirking as your body grew limp within his hold. "I'll take good care of you, darling. No one can hurt you ever again," he said, carrying your body bridal style.

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You stirred awake, "Where am I?" you slurred, looking around. Minho chuckled, looking over your crib, "Good morning, darling. Are you hungry?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You flinched from his touch, your eyes widened with fear. Minho chuckled, "Aww, such a jumpy little one. Don't worry, darling. Soon you'll warm up to me," he said, holding a familiar plush toy. You wavered at the sight, confusion and anxiety running through your brain. Minho cooed, "You're wondering how I got your special toy aren't you, darling. Oh, I can read you like an open book," he said, gently placing the toy next to your pillow. You gulped, clutching the plushie to your chest. "Aren't you adorable," Minho said, adoring the way you hugged the plush like your lifeline.

Minho stood straight, he stared down at you, "I know you have many questions, darling. And I will answer them in due time. But for now, I just want you to know that I've been watching you. Your situation twinged a saviour complex so to speak and I had to protect you," he said with sincerity in his voice. You glared at him, not liking the situation you've been put in. Minho chuckled, "Feisty little thing," he said, wanting to pet your hair but he didn't want to scare you further. "Take a look around, darling. This will be your room for a while. Oh, and one more thing. Don't panic when you can't move your legs okay? The drug will wear off with time," Minho said, leaving the room. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to lift your legs after his words but to no avail. Soft tears spilt down your cheeks, fearing the worst. Minho chuckled, watching you through the baby monitor, "So predictable," he said, grazing the monitor with adoration.

"Momma?" you called out, kneeling in the crib, your head barely peeking over the rail. Minho cooed, holding your bottle, "What's wrong, sweetheart. Did you get hungry?" he asked, shaking the warm bottle. You nodded your head, making grabby hands towards him, "Nom nom," you babbled, staring at him with dilated eyes. "Ahm, nom nom just for you," Minho said, lifting your out of the crib and over his lap. You snuggled into his chest, holding the bottle with both of your hands. Minho chuckled, teasing you with the bottle nip, "Aww, that's not your mouth," he said, gently feeding you. Soft suckles echoed within the room as he rocked your body close, "I never regret saving you, darling. Never," he whispered, holding you firmly, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. You burrowed closer to him, never regretting the day you gave into him.

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you, who wakes up in your bedroom, all comfy and warm under the covers and in your pajamas. you, who notices that it is saturday, meaning you had no school today and sits up. you, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. you, who has been sleeping so heavy lately for some reason.

you, who glances around the room, taking note of the small changes it has had over time. you, who isn’t sure how to feel about it. you, who notices that your bedroom door is closed. you, who knows that this is unusual. you, who can’t remember if you closed it or not at some point but you are pretty sure you didn’t.

you, who is about to get out of bed to use the restroom but you swear you hear footsteps down the hallway by your room, the second floor of the house.

you, who assumes it is your mom, but probably your dad coming to check-in on you like always. you, who knows this is nothing peculiar that this is something he often did since you were little, happening most of the time.

you, who hears heavy thumps outside your door, so you deduce it must be your dad. you, sitting patiently like the nice child you are. you, who is starting to feel a bit curious now that are a bit more lucid, slowly starting to realize that the bedroom door is really closed, a rule that has been broken one way or another.

you, who hears the doorknob start to make noise, turning until it stops, and you hear a different sound. you, who feels so confused but you swear you hear the snap of a mechanism inside the door knob too. you, who processes it all slowly, you who feels your breath hitch when you realize that you just got locked in.

you, whose brows have furrowed. you, who goes into an immediate state of denial. you, who hears someone retreat from your door. you, who throws your covers off yourself, a few stuffed animals hitting the floor.

you, who carefully walks up to the door and stares at the handle. you, who cautiously puts your hand on it and twists. you, who feels your heart drop when it won’t fully move.

you, who does it again and again. you, who is frowning and starting to tug backwards on the door. you, who isn’t liking this. you, who just wants out now.

you, who after sometime realizes it isn’t opening. you, who feels yourself tremble a bit as you take a step away from the door. you, who isn’t quite sure when you ended up on your bedroom floor.

you, who sits there stunned on the ground, breathing getting harsher and faster. you, who thinks that surely your parents wouldn’t lock you in here your own bedroom, right? you, whose body feels all weird as you sit in you knees, trying to wrap your head around everything. you, who doesn’t know what is going on in your house anymore.

you, who puts your clammy hands and presses them against your knees, arms taut, as you try to calm down, tension flowing through your body.

you, whose bottom lip starts to tremble as a soft sob left your throat. you, who starts to cry for the first time since your childhood, a real emotional, not silent, cry. you, who feels warm tears drip down your face and onto your hands and knees as your head leans downward. you, taking in soft stuttered breaths.

you, who just doesn’t understand anything. you, who feels confused and can’t identify whatever else you are feeling. you, on your circle carpet that was a new addition to your room, courtesy of your parents. you, whose face has already started to become wet from crying.

you, who starts to feel tears slowly slip off the back of your hand. you, who can’t believe this is happening. you, who tries to think hard and rationally like you usually do, used to do. you, thinking if you were in trouble and didn’t know, trying to think if you did anything to make your dad parents, your dad angry.

you, who can’t believe they have done this to you. you, whose little sobs and sniffles fill up the room. you, who just spends your time feeling your emotions freely, feeling more vulnerable than usual.

you, who looks up in a slow reaction to your dad who walks into your room over an hour later, saying something about laundry. you, who was to busy crying at first to even hear him come in, you who just sees that he has appeared. you, who turned quiet for a moment, staring up at him through wet lashes.

dad, who feigns slight surprise and sets the basket down and coos and asks what is wrong. you, who finally moves a little, bringing your hands that have turned into fists and wipes at your eyes as you cry again.

dad, who sits next to you and rubs your back and pretends this wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for. dad, who listens to you try to voice out and string together some sort of sentence but struggles. dad, who sees you cry so softly, seeming to be very fragile.

dad, who already knows what this is all about so when he hears words like “door” and “locked”, he fakes putting what you are saying together.

you, who still cries but is at least processing what your dad is doing. you, who just feels a warm, large hand massage circles into your back and hears sweet words being said.

you, who brings your fists down and shakes your head, looking in the direction of your dad but not at him, looking downwards and past him at something random object in your room. you, who sounds more coherent as you bring up the fact he locked you in, a quiet whine pushing past your lips.

dad, who immediately denies that, trying to shush you and bring you closer to him. dad, who says that “of course he didn’t honey”. dad, who explains to you that “dad would never do that to you. look at you, all worked up hm?”

dad who hugs you and tugs you against him as you continue to cry but is calmed down enough to hear him more clearly.

dad, who says that the door must have been jammed, which must have made you “scared” and have “big feelings”.

you, who responds to his denial with a simple “yes you did” as you hiccup a bit now. you, who feels yourself be situated in a lap, hand bringing your head to rest on a shoulder.

dad, who rests his head on top of yours, saying how you must be feeling confused, calling you silly. dad, who sticks to his story of the door being jammed which is starting to make you question it all.

dad, who cements your self-doubt of the truth by saying “dad wouldn’t do that, why would dad want you all stuck in here by yourself,” remarking how that would be unsafe.

you, who nods a bit, agreeing with the closest thing that sounds like what might be happening with you, because you are still too worked up and upset to even think clear enough to correct

you, who after some time has calmed down a bit and is trying to process everything. you, who is starting to feel self-conscious about this all. you, who sits up a little bit but is still in the embrace of your dad.

you, who stares out into the hallway as you try to think hard, eyes meeting the wooden railing of the stairs before turning towards your dad. you, who just stares at his chest because you don’t want to look at him.

dad, who won’t push you too much, and make you hold eye contact, he isn’t a monster after all.

you, who is quiet now and sits in silence, face warm to the touch from all the crying you did. you, who feels shame from crying in front of your dad.

dad, who notices your slight shift in emotions and immediately squashes that. dad, who can’t let you feel insecure about this because it just ruins his plan.

dad, who starts to whisper softly, going on about how tired you must be after getting so upset, how sometimes you just have to get all your bad feelings out and that is okay.

you, who nods slowly and shifts and presses yourself a bit closer to your dad, liking his warmth and trying to seek comfort without realizing it.

dad, who knows that you would never have done something like this before, especially not crying or letting him touch you right after either. dad, who knows that if this happened months ago, the current outcome would be gone.

dad, who fights back a knowing smile and shields his darkened eyes as he rubs your back more. dad, who thinks this couldn’t have gone better.

dad, whose plan has worked. you, who has started to be worn down.

an: very fun, very cool, very slick. noooo, don’t continuously emotionally distress your child to get them back under your thumb and confuse the ideologies that have been imposed on them. anyway, I like the idea of something so small (but not really small), and something that has been constant routine almost your entire life changes, somehow in some way signifying that something really is happening and is different.

also want to say that I do chose words like “feeling weird” specifically. the concept that you can’t articulate or identify everything that you are feeling because you haven’t fully conquered that skill. although you are sweet and a great classmate and communicator, you are lacking socioemotional skills for sure lol. sometimes the phrase has context in which I have an idea and feeling in mind, sometimes I like to put it in certain areas for interpretation.

edit: hi! this has been in my drafts for awhile. I thought, hey, might as well upload it! I wanted to have my aunt done first but who cares :) hope you enjoy! please leave feedback!

[impish-baby]

Another neglectful fam concept because why not..

Reader being some minor god, deemed mostly unimportant by the rest of their pantheon. They're more of a nuisance really, always following everyone around like a shadow.

Nothing can ever deter them for long, even if they go off to sulk after being yelled at, they're right back to it after a few moons have passed. So bothersome...

It all building up into an explosive fight, the earth itself trembling at the argument above the clouds.

Our godly reader trying to desperately plead their case, unable to control their form so they're constantly shifting between being a powerful diety and a hurt child..

Either cast away from the palace or reader themselves choosing to finally leave. No matter the case, they're gone.

Their divine family being happy at first, relieved.

You know how when kore was stolen, demeter was going to let eternal winter settle over the land and kill the mortals?

Everything is so... dull. It starts small at first, dismissable. Less people are creating, but humans are such fickle beings anyway, it's a coincidence. No matter that certain deities are getting less and less offerings, or that prayers are dwindling, or that people are calling out to reader only to receive no answer

There's not an undeniable absence making the gods' hearts ache, they aren't wrong for their decisions. They do not regret.

(...someone has to find reader.)

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Okay y’all I’m sorry but I’m a big fan of epic so here’s some odyssey platonic Headcanons before I post Yandere cult!

• well Odysseus met you during the Ithaca saga you were in the palace as one of the many servants when the bloodshed took place. You unlucky came across one of the hallways were Odysseus mercilessly killed one of the many suitors in the palace, of course you not recognizing him, since you have never seen the king before, you were shell shocked to say the least.

• you just froze their taking in the scene as you tremble in anxiety and fear as you dropped the laundry you were carrying to dry, Odysseus takes note of your prescene having never seen you before, he scans over your figure realizing you are no older than maybe 14 or 15, with that he lets his tense shoulders let loose as he carefully approachs you with a soft gaze, which causes you to back up in fear of being killed, but he’s quicker as he puts his arms around your shoulder and pushes you into a hug.

•which then leads to you crying fearfully as he shushes you like a baby carefully cradling your face, muttering along the lines of”it’s going to be okay don’t worry I won’t hurt you baby.” He coos

• you see Odysseus has been away from home for 20 years havung witnessed so much death and destruction and suffering it’s like a refreshing thing to see someone as young as you, that their is still innocence and good in this word and he plans on to protect till his last breath

• we all know Odysseus is pretty much Yandere for his wife and his son but with you in the mix makes him even more protective it doesn’t matter of your statues if your mortal or not all he wants ti do to protect you and his family which he will till his last breath

Good luck 👍

[pineconepie]

Here's the yanmom drider from a poll I did a while ago!

CHARACTERS: Anevra, Reader/You

WARNINGS/TAGS: Parental yandere, forced infantilization, baby-talk, animal death (hunting), abduction, semi-obedient reader, non-sexual nudity, bathing, escape attempt

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

Your torch flickers weakly, squinting through the darkness and the rain, trying to make sense of your surroundings. It's hard to see anything when you can't even see the sky.

You knew it was a bad idea to be exploring in these dark hours, but you needed to try and find shelter before night fell for real.

Your eyes finally pick out what looks like the entrance to some kind of cave.

Well, not like it's ideal, but at least you won't have to worry about getting any wetter, right? Besides, maybe the storm will calm down, and you'll be able to get home soon.

It's a spacious cave, and all you can hope is there isn't anything horrific to greet you inside. Your boots squeak against the rock floor as you walk carefully deeper in. It's pretty cold in here, though at least it's much drier than outside.

Maybe you can just build yourself a fire and hunker down.

You take out supplies from your backpack and set them on the floor, lying down on a blanket as a makeshift mattress.

Then you take a long drink from your canteen, wiping some of the moisture away from your face with the edge of your sleeve.

Using the little fire left from your torch, you lift it to take in your surroundings more better. There's a lot of large cobwebs stretching throughout the cave... but you know most spiders are generally peaceful creatures, right? As long as you don't provoke one... You look down at your own hands and realize how badly they're shivering.

As you rummage through your backpack to find something else to help warm you up, you hear a skittering noise. But it has to just be the echo of your own movement off the walls, right?

Something is thrown in your general direction, making you yelp. It's the carcass of a dead animal, but you don't get time to analyze what it is, because now you're terrified about who just threw that... or rather, what threw that.

The skittering noise again. And this time, it doesn't sound like an echo at all. Rather, you're almost completely positive it's coming from somewhere in this cave.

Then you see her.

At first, she just happens to look like an extremely tall woman, one with short light brown hair and blue eyes.

But then you see her multitude of legs and realize why this cavern looks so huge.

She looks just as shocked as you probably do. Then she brings her hands to her mouth. "A human!" Her voice sounds surprised, but happy. She almost lunges forward towards you, crawling on several of her long spindly spider legs. She looms over you, examining you. The size comparison between you both makes her seem at least three times taller than you.

You stay frozen in place, staring back at her. This can't be real... You're just exhausted and dehydrated and need some sleep. But that can't happen if your body refuses to allow you to close your eyes for a minute, too paralyzed by fear.

"I cannot believe my luck! After centuries, here I was thinking that I'd never have children to dote upon!" She places her hand to the side of your face. "What a blessing you are!"

Despite everything, your curiosity wins out over your caution. "Why... umm... why aren't you trying to eat me?" You hope that doesn't put ideas into her head.

She looks absolutely appalled. "Why would I ever think about doing such a thing?"

"Well..." You motion towards her extra eight legs and to the dead animal carcass still laying on the cavern floor. "Don't driders eat humans?"

"A lot of them do," she admits, "but not me! I've always adored humans! You all are just so small and cute!" She gently strokes one finger against your cheek. "Look at you! You're so small!" She suddenly stops and pulls away. "Where are my manners? My name is Anevra. Oh! But I suppose humans don't call their mothers by their name typically." She smiles warmly at you. "So how does Mama sound?"

This is ridiculous, you decide. This has to be some kind of twisted dream that your sleeping mind created. Your brain must just love seeing how much it can torment you, even if you aren't conscious.

"Mama?" you echo, feeling unsure of what else you should say.

"It rolls off your tongue nicely." Anevra's voice is smooth and warm, as is the expression on her face.

With how big she is compared to you, you can't tell if she genuinely thinks you're a child or not, but you don't really want to stick around long enough to find out.

The longer she looks at you expectantly, the more pressured you feel to do or say something, anything. Perhaps if you go along with what ever this is, you can find a way to escape, since you have an idea she won't let you leave willingly.

She leans in close, her face only inches away from your own, so close that you can see her eyelashes. "I bet you were scared, all alone outside by yourself in the rain. Don't worry, sweetling, Mama's got you now." She lifts you off the cave floor as easily as picking up a feather, then sets you into the crook of one of her arms. "It'll be okay now," she whispers.

Her extra legs guide your arms around her neck. When she's satisfied that you won't fall, she crawls back into the darkness of the cavern, where there are more cobwebs.

"I know that when I was younger I'd get comfort out of cuddling," she comments softly. "Are human children similar?"

"...miss, I am not a child," you finally say.

Anevra laughs, a soft sound echoing against the walls. "What a funny little thing you are!" She rubs her large hand over your head. "Of course you are. Why else are you so little compared to me, hmm?"

"Because I'm a human, not a drider!" You wiggle against her grasp, which just seems to make her grip harder onto you. Her strong embrace feels like it could snap your bones if she pressed any tighter.

"You are definitely my baby," she continues. "You don't have to be so shy about it."

With nothing else you can do, you decide to try and go along with her delusions. Maybe once she gets comfortable with you, she'll let her guard down, and then you can make a run for it.

It doesn't take very long for you both to reach a chamber deep inside the cavern system, but you weren't really sure how to keep track of time when all you could see were shadows and webs.

There are more spider-like aspects to her dwelling than before, with thick webs covering parts of the walls and ceilings, acting almost like decoration.

"Do humans normally shiver so much?" she murmurs, almost to herself.

You look down at yourself, just now realizing how you can barely keep your body still.

Whether it's from fear or coldness, you can't tell, though. It was colder deeper within the cave system, so that could definitely be a factor. Plus, now that the shock from meeting Anevra is starting to wear off, the chill is sinking in.

"Cold," you reply through chattering teeth.

"You poor thing." She brushes her knuckles against your face. "Let me wrap you up in a cocoon."

Before you can protest, you feel webbing wrap around you as tightly as a blanket. She holds you close to her chest like a precious gemstone. You can hear her heartbeat against your ear. Your struggles just cause you to get wrapped up even further. And she's looking at you with such maternal adoration. How could someone so dangerous seem so sincere?

But eventually you get exhausted from trying to fight, and she hums pleasantly in satisfaction.

"Hush, my little one." She presses a kiss to your forehead. "Now that I have you safely wrapped, you can rest your weary head against me all you'd like." She traces her clawed finger across your cheekbone.

...

When you wake up, everything is quiet, save for the distant sounds of wind howling and rain pouring down into the cavern.

As soon as you can get away from Anevra, the better.

However, when you squirm, you realize you're still wrapped in webbing. Then you start to struggle.

You hear a familiar skittering sound. It echoes off the walls until Anevra shows herself. She tilts her head at you. "Good morning, little one!" she greets enthusiastically. "What are you doing?"

"Can I come out now? I'm no longer cold or tired," you inform her.

"No! Not yet!" she insists. "I still want to hold you!"

How frustrating. But maybe there's something you could try to convince her. If it doesn't work, hopefully she won't react violently towards you.

"I wouldn't be going anywhere else," you promise. "I just wanted to... uhh..." It feels silly to say this next part, but it might just work. "...be able to hug you with my own arms," you finish quietly.

Luckily for you, Anevra reacts exactly as you hoped she would. She covers her mouth with her hands, eyes practically sparkling as she squeals with delight.

"Oh, you're such a darling little thing, you know that? You're simply too precious for this world."

She unravels you from the cocoon with great care, as if you'd break at any second.

But once you're free from the webbing, you try to jump down, only to be pulled into another embrace by her. Though it's less constraining than the webbing was. Still, it doesn't change the fact you're being held against your will by a drider.

You reluctantly wrap your arms around her midsection. You hope that you're being convincing, because all you want to do is get out of here.

She pets the top of your head. "Aren't you just the sweetest baby? Hmm? Mama loves you so, so, so much!" She punctuates each word with a kiss on your forehead.

Now that you think about it, maybe you'll have to plan this more well. After all, you don't know the layout of the big cave well at all, not to mention how dark it is and the fact she is probably fifty times more strong and fast than you are.

Perhaps if you spend some time getting used to the layout of the cave, you'll be more prepared to make your escape.

For now, all you can do is play along. You let her dote and coddle, as annoying as it is, because hopefully in the end, your efforts will prove to be worthwhile.

Anevra sets you on the ground for a minute while she scours the cave, muttering things to herself under her breath.

"What are you doing?" you ask after a little while.

She turns her attention back to you. "Oh, I'm sorry! Here I am ignoring you!" She shakes her head. "Mama is just a bit distracted, that's all. I'm trying to find suitable food for a human. And after that, I'll bathe you by the hot spring. Does that sound okay, sweetling?"

"Hot spring?" you repeat, confused. "There's a hot spring here?"

"Yes," she answers happily. "This cave is much bigger than it looks."

She starts a small fire nearby using logs and sticks, presumably collected from the outside, then places a flat rock on top.

You can hear your stomach grumble as she cooks a slab of something, though you're not quite sure what kind it is. It's still so hard to see in this dim lighting.

Once it's finished cooking, Anevra leans over to you, holding the meat up to your face.

"Can you feed yourself?" she asks gently. "Or do you need Mama to do it for you?"

"I can do it myself." As embarrassing as it is, you don't think you could bare her feeding you like a helpless infant. So you gingerly take the food from her claws and begin to eat. It tastes surprisingly good, but maybe your hunger is causing your tastebuds to favor everything edible. Either way, you're thankful to fill your aching stomach. Despite everything, Anevra's warm smile feels genuine.

After you both finish eating, she offers her hand to help you stand up, which you cautiously accept.

You walk down several long passageways, illuminated by the light of a lantern, until you reach the hot springs. There are steam clouds floating around the water and in the air, making everything moist.

She hums as she begins undressing you. For a moment, you're freezing again, but she grabs you from under your armpits and places you into the hot spring. The warmth hits your bones like an electric shock, and you melt against the rocks.

"Good baby," Anevra murmurs to you.

As she begins washing you, your mind goes numb for a moment. But you're startled back into focus once her fingers comb through your hair and scratch against your scalp.

"So tiny," she marvels aloud, "so small. Fragile and cute." She plants a kiss to your temple. "All mine."

Your body feels numb and limp from the warmth, despite the weirdness of the situation. The water smells faintly of lavender. Your eyes flutter shut, and for a blissful moment, you're asleep and peaceful.

Nothing exists, nothing worries you, and nothing bothers you. Just the sensation of weightlessness, like you're floating in a cloud.

Suddenly, you jolt back awake as you feel Anevra pulling you out of the water. She dries you off with a cloth, then grabs a shirt and shorts. They look handmade, though they're pretty big, enough to hang loosely around your frame.

The two of you settle into silence as she guides you back into the depths of the cavern.

...

Each day begins roughly the same. You wake up, have breakfast, try to get familiar with the layout of the cave, have dinner, and bathe in the hot spring.

Anevra is always watching, her gaze hovering over you, protective yet possessive. Even so, you try your hardest to keep your emotions neutral. You can't risk showing how upset and uncomfortable you are by her behavior.

Your opportunity comes to you one night, as she's sleeping. Most of her legs stretch out, and you lay carefully in the crook of one of her arms. When you sense that her breathing has become steady, you wiggle away slowly.

However, once you free yourself, you see that Anevra hasn't moved at all, still deeply asleep.

Good.

You creep as silently as possible to the entrance of the cavern system. Luckily for you, the sunlight shines down into the opening. Makes sense it'd be daytime, she must be nocturnal.

Everything's fine.

Until it isn't. And that happens the second you step outside and realize you have no idea where the fuck you are. The landscape around you is barren and unfamiliar, and you don't recognize any landmarks. At this point, it seems like your best option would be to retrace your steps, or at least attempt to, before you ended up lost in this place.

You're walking for about half a mile when you finally turn around.

And instantly regret doing so.

There stands Anevra. She's smiling, but you can feel the malice radiating off of her. Her face is eerily blank of expression, aside from the grin plastered on her face, unnaturally wide and bright. As though she were forcing herself to remain cheerful for you.

"Aren't we silly today?" she asks. "Going on an adventure, are we?" Her tone is calm, but you sense danger lurking behind her words.

She doesn't give you a chance to reply before lifting you off the ground and carrying you back inside.

"I'm so very disappointed in you," she says, wrapping you in a layer of thick webbing. "Mama told you many times never to leave the cave, especially by yourself. You disobeyed me." With every word, the webbing grows tighter. "It looks like you need to truly learn how to depend on me before I can trust you again." She cradles your cocooned self like a swaddled infant.

"Please! Let me go!" you exclaim. "I didn't mean to scare you!"

Anevra clicks her tongue disapprovingly. "You didn't listen, sweetling. Mama's not angry, though. You just need to learn how much you need me."

[littlelambscandyland]

Bunker Down

Yan!Platonic Daddy Stanford x Fem!Reader, Side Yan!Platonic Uncle Stanley x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Forced Age Regression, Kidnapping, Use of Daddy (Non-Sexual Obviously), Accidental Self Injury, Time shit I don’t understand, Implied spell casting induced age regression, Reader is implied to be 20,  Ford has blue eyes cause I fucking said so, not matching to the canon ending

Your eyes burned from your sleep. The bones in your body sore and unmoving. You were content on letting yourself rest, allowing yourself some form of recuperating. Want and need were two different things, however, and you found yourself crawling from your covers. With Dipper and Mable leaving just a week ago things are still struggling to get back on track.

Something caught your eye, or rather your feet, when you left your bed. The floor was oddly soft. Now that you think about it, so was the bed. The bed that most certainly wasn’t yours in a room that also was definitely not yours. Your eyes still burn, but your curiosity burns harder.

You stand up with caution and exhaustion. The door was easy to spot among the slightly bright room. It reminded you of the room you saw taped in the back of the first journal, but that couldn’t be the same room. No, that room was your nursery. The room Ford built just for you after your sudden appearance in his life. It did look like it though. Different yet the same.

A part of this situation made you sad. The remembrance of loss and odd deja vu feeling of the room decor made you uneasy. Not the best way to start the day for sure.

Your hand clasped the golden handle and immediately turning it, or trying to. The door knob didn’t turn. The door barely even shuddered when you panicked and slammed yourself against it. It was a chilling realization when you figured out the door wasn’t actually wooden, just painted. You found out when the cold metal dislocated your arm from the pressure.

Your cries of pain stirred something up because a red light blinked above the door lit up and washed over you. Nothing happens. Nothing comes to stop you from angrily banging on the door.

It lasted a while. Sitting on your knees scratching at it with wavering hope. You were tired, but it felt like it’d been so long.

Finally the door opened. Frantically your father, Ford, entered the room. For an old man he moved quickly. All those years running must’ve made him tough if nothing else. He threw you in his arms and rushed you back over to the bed while muttering to himself. He sat with you looking over your damaged arm and hands.

“F-Ford…” You called out to him wearily.

You’d never called him your dad. Not since he’d come back. Not since being alone for so long. You couldn’t bring yourself to rely on him. You couldn’t be his daughter, not when he doesn’t even seem to feel that you are either.

“Dad.” He says searching a bag full of bandages.

You take it back, maybe he did think you were his kid.

“Wha- Just what’s happening?” Your voice rang through the quiet room.

Ford stopped searching and the scuffling noises ended. He didn’t answer. Instead, he works on your hands. Torn flesh wrapped delicately in the bandages. Did you really scratch that hard?

You look up impatiently. “Ford-”

“Dad.” Ford says, wrapping the bandage tighter than needed.

“Fine- Fucking- Dad. What is going on?” You asked anxiously.

“It’s-” He stops. “Hold on one second this is going to hurt.”

He wraps his hand around your wrist and then places his other on the crook between your arm and neck. Ford tightens his hold slightly and pushes hard on your arm. A gasp and a scream leave your mouth as he pops your arm back into its proper place. He pulls you closer into himself and pets your head.

“C’mon, sweetie, it’s okay.” He coos at you. “Shhh-shhh… Daddy’s here.”

As the pain faded he continued to work on wrapping your arm.

“You didn’t answer my question…” You drew out.

“It’s complicated to explain.” Your father answers, finishing your arm. “Overall…” He trails. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. I missed so much and, and so did you.”

“So… Your solution was a concealed box?” You ask.

You couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what he was trying to prove. Why were you locked in? If this was to keep you safe why not lock things out? Your curiosity showed on your face. The slight shake in your hands giving way to your fear.

“I didn’t think you’d wake up so early… Or try to tear the door down. You can’t go acting all crazy like that, kiddo. Why do you think you’re hurt?” Ford says concern lining his scarred face.

“That doesn’t- Why aren’t you answering my questions!?” Your panic voice breaks through.

“I know! I know. I’m just trying to save you…” He sighs and grabs your arms lightly. Ford frowns as you try to pull away. “I just want to have my baby girl back… I think we both deserve that. Don’t you a princess?” He asks hopefully.

It makes sense, a bit, why he’d do this. Bill had thrown you threw a portal at such a young age. This portal threw you years in time. You grew up alone in a completely different time. You made it to your teenage years without anyone. You did it! And you were so proud of yourself. Then again you missed out on being a kid. You missed your father. You missed everything, but, then again, so did he.

These thoughts didn’t shadow your panic. All this made sense, in a way. The man's mind was most likely fractured from all he’s suffered through the years. What you didn’t understand was the nicknames, or the room, or, now that you’ve noticed, the clothes.

His mind may be broken, but how old did he think you were? How old did he want you to be?

You sighed. “Ford…”

“Dad.” He cut you off quickly. A panicked laugh followed after. “I’m your father. I should be treated like your father.” His words rush out.

“Okay, I get it. But you still aren’t really explaining anything to me! Like the clothes, the room, fuck, the-the door? What exactly are you hoping to gain and what exactly is the plan here?” You integrate the man.

Ford lifts you into his arms with ease. Your tense body seemingly makes no difference to him. Your face to face with him, his broken frames shadow some of the intensity in his eyes. Blue eyes darkened by age and trauma. Your heart pounds dangerously hard against your ribs. Eyes wide and panicked matching his tired and manic orbs.

Ford rests his head against yours, but doesn’t close his eyes. His intense gaze frightens you and you close yours tightly to avoid his own.

His voice comes out thick and heavy. “I know… It seems radical. I know, you’re scared.” Your father says, moving away, cupping your face in his large hands. “I just want us to be happy again,” He whispers desperately. “Is it that bad to want to see my baby grow up?” His voice breaks. “I know, I know it seems odd right now, but you’ll get used to it! You can be daddy’s little girl again! Wouldn’t that be nice? No more worries just you, me, and occasionally your Uncle Stan.” He finishes with a smile filled with hope and delusion.

“I think,” You say, trying to pull away. “You need to take some time to- to calm down… Everything that’s happened and after all that occurred Dipper and Mable had to go home. I get it your- your stressed, but I really don’t think you’re thinking straight. Y- Y’know?” You plead to him.

Ford says nothing. His grip tightens every time you try to wriggle out. You’d never felt afraid of him until now. The lack of natural light, the decoration, the words from his lips, all have you in a state of fear you've never experienced before. Which was saying something because you’ve been through some stuff.

His eyes harden and he’s suddenly standing with you in his arms. Ford walks out of the room and up a set of stairs. Were- were you in the basement? Surprising you a bit when you made it to the door at the top of the stairs you weren’t met with the inside of the shack rather you found yourselves in the hall between the two mens’ rooms. Confusion crosses your face.

“We added a separate entrance so it’d be more safe. On top of that it’s more discrete.” Ford smiles pridefully.

You try to leave the older man's grip again, hoping maybe you could find some comfort in being a few steps away from him. This hope dies quickly when he simply switches you to his other hip. How the hell is his 70 year old ass able to hold you for so long? Your fear boils over to anger as you try to push yourself out of his arms.

“Ford! Ford put me down!” You shout pushing as much as he pulled.

He wrestled with you all the way to the living room. His grip was tight enough to carry you even while you tried to fight.

“That is enough young lady!” He shouts and plops you down onto… Another lap? “I’ve had enough of this little tantrum. Now you're going to sit there and be good for Stan while I get you breakfast. Am I understood?”

Your heart stopped. Not even when you were little did he yell at you. You were always his “little angel”. You never got in trouble. It was startling to hear him angry at you.

“Don’t think you answered your old man there sweetheart.” Stan chimed in.

Realization hit you for a moment. Your father threw you straight onto your uncle's lap… And your uncle seemed completely fine with what was going on… Are you going crazy?

“Why- I - uh - I…” You trailed on in a stuttering line.

“C’mon I know you’re young, but spit it out will ya.” Stan says with faux irritation.

“What- What is wrong with the two of you?!” You shout in frustration.

You try your best to scramble off of Stan's lap. A fight you lost very quickly when the old man crushed you into a bear hug. Through your pleas of “let me go” and “why are you doing this” you were cooed and hushed at. You found that your uncle seemed to find some sort of humor in your “tantrum”. He shouted jokes to Ford about how much more difficult you were being all because of a little change. How you were so pitiful it was cute.

Your movements came to a halt when you heard your father clearing his throat. Stan makes another joke about how you’re really in trouble now. Your eyes water quickly and your breathing becomes erratic. Before Ford could even scold you for you “bad behavior” you were having a full blown panic attack.

The whole thing happened in a blur. Warm arms and a faint glowing light. You felt so much smaller so quickly. It’s like the world changed course. You were so angry and now you felt so much more dependent.

“Please… Daddy, I don- I don’t understan…” You sniffle out onto his shoulder.

Your arms wrap around him as tightly as his wrap around you. Your head felt so much fuzzier.

“Told ya’ this would be faster poindexter, then again didn’t think ya had it in ya’.” Stan says proudly from his chair.

You peek over your daddy's shoulder… What’d he mean by that? Aside from the fogginess you felt fine. What’d they do?

“It’s just till she gets used to things…” Ford says while rubbing his hands over your back.

“Sure it is,” Stan says. “Anything to get your little angel back huh?”

Your father rests his head on yours. “I already have her, she just needed a little help.”

[helpfandom]

Hi I hope your having a good day or night! 💜

I enjoyed reading your Forced regression with Nightwing but I was wondering what happens after? Maybe a day to day if that makes sense? Like what they do in the day or what does Nightwing make them do during the day and night? What does Nightwing make them eat? Like milk from a baby bottle some baby food? No big thoughts for babies etc.

Basically the routine they go through sorry lol for just repeating myself 🫠🥺

@artisticdoofusxx

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He's a little delusional but hey! We love him for that. Actually, we don't but still. He understands that you may not accept your actual regression due to the pressures to grow up, so he'll take a little more time before snapping and making you become a baby.

Now, on the day to day scale he's relatively harmless. He has enough security set up so he doesn't feel the need for a nanny cam or anything, so you can at least be grown up when he's not home, which is usually at night when he makes you sleep.

He's definitely the type to drug you properly (unlike some of the villains who don't put that much effort into it), so there truly isn't a lot of time before he comes back after you wake up.

Now it depends on how much of a baby you are on if he'll make you drink from a bottle or if he'll just spoon feed you. If you're a super young regressor, like infant/baby, he'll feed you from a bottle and spoon feed you, but if you regress more to an age that is toddler/4-5, he'll just spoon feed you and trust that you can drink from a bottle yourself.

Day to Day: Since he's active during the night, he will sometimes (Although he feels guilty about it) take naps with you while he has a cartoon running in the background so he can sleep but still spend time with you. Other than that he tries not to have too much screen time since it's bad for developing babies to have a lot of electronics in their face. Some activities he would do would be swimming (With correct gear, of course), coloring while he makes meals, trips to museums and aquariums, online shopping trips (Gotta spend Bruce's money), and playing in his playroom he built for you.

Nicknames are mostly "Baby Bird" and the like, and he totally has one of those backpack leashes when he does take you out. It's bird themed because of it is.

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Holy shoot! It's been a bit! I didn't know your asks were open again! How are you doing? I have a request but let me address something first.

I saw the post about you getting burnt out by Ancient Cookies being caregivers for a regressor reader. Because of that, and because I'm not sure if you've recovered from the burnout, I will be holding my original request away until you say that you're good to go. Please take care of yourself!

Anyway, onto my request!

Since I believe you want a break from the Ancient's,

how about a Yandere Caregiver Eternal Suger Cookie with a regressor reader that's very shy and usually tries to resist regressing in front of anyone?

Say like, Reader is trying hard to not regress and Eternal Suger Cookie notices. Eternal Suger Cookie then tries to make Reader regress sometimes. Reader is resisting regressing more and more until Eternal Sugar Cookie realises that Reader is super shy. After finding that out, Eternal Suger Cookie allows Reader to hide and regress on their own before slowly introducing herself to Reader's regressed side. Like, allowing her presence to be known but not intruding on the area that Reader considers to be the safest in Eternal Suger Cookie's garden, but then slowly becomes Reader's caregiver over time.

I think I've officially said Eternal Suger Cookie too many times now, so I'ma stop my request there.

(Name count for the cookie: 7- oof)

If you want me to request a different cookie in my next request, I'm thinking about doing a full Almond request or maybe a headcanon Mint Chocolate request. But idk yet.

Remember, you don't have to do this request if you don't want to!

Again, I'm holding my original request hostage until you say that you've recovered from that burnout!/silly

But anyway, I hope you have an amazing day or night! Or morning or evening. I don't know your time zone.

See you in either my next request or whenever you answer this!

-❄💗🖋

Hallo again! Your other request is still in the making because I'm starting to see Dark Cacao Cookie in my dreams atp /lh, but I'll take a chance at this one!

Eternal Sugar Cookie x Shy!Regressor reader

Headcanons / Short drabble - not a full oneshot!

ღ - There's no actual way to 'hide' your regression in her garden at all - Eternal Sugar Cookie has eyes all over the garden. You can repress it, sure, but she will certainly find out eventually. Despite this, it is for your happiness, and her behavior adjusts accordingly. You're shy, that much she's aware of, so she retains a distance and observes silently. Creepy? Sure. But she's convinced herself that it's for the best. Other cookies would not tolerate your regression as she would.

ღ - Her introduction is quiet. You barely notice her intrude on your quiet times of child-like bliss. At first, you're immediately back to being yourself, though over time, she situates herself into your regression. The quiet string of her lyre, her sweet sugary scent, becomes part of your littlespace. The grove you retreat into to regress becomes your own little cave. Little blinking lights, beanbags, gear for your hobbies... all lovingly provided by her. Happiness of the cookies living in the garden is her utmost priority, though her actions become more fixated on your happiness above everything. She's never quite had a little to take care of, she's determined to keep you as content as possible.

ღ - So you're her first. She greatly enjoys taking you into the clouds, touring the garden at leisurely pace until you fall asleep. If it's not up to your fancy, she'll install a crib with a mobile to lull you to sleep. Sometimes, she sticks around to hum nursery rhymes whilst you twirl her curls between your hands. She usually hates being touched, but she'll make exceptions for you.

ღ - She keeps her less savory actions away from sight, much like Dark Cacao Cookie, though it's not because she thinks it'll scare you. She wants to remain a sweet, motherly presence in your life forever. She wants to be viewed as ideally as possible so you don't even consider leaving her garden, much more her. It's selfish that she knows, but her happiness is important too, Is it not? Her adorable little is all she has in this wretched world. Ideally, you'll never find this part of her.

ღ - Petnames are frequent - though she often defaults to 'sugarcube', 'sweetie', or 'darling'. She herself likes being adressed as 'mama' or other variants of the word. She established herself as the 'mother' of this garden long ago, and she'll establish herself as your mother too.

ღ - Though if you do try to leave the garden, things begin to get a little messy. She'd never quite felt deeply wounded before. She was upset when other cookies left the garden, sure, but it's something else if you try to leave. A deep, emotional hurt, one she'd last felt before she fell into sloth. It understandably infuriates her, but she retains a facade of lighthearted playfulness. She'll lovingly lead you back to the garden when you're less aware, cooing softly, something about how you belonged there. Cookies who dare intervene are 'dealt with' later. She hopes that you won't find the crumbs on her robes or the jam outside the garden.

ღ - Her love when you regress is gentle, patient... until someone intrudes. If someone dares to make you upset, to insult your regression is high treason. Her garden is meant to serve everyone, but outside it, it's freegame. The cookie(s) are promptly led away, leaving only a lingering sweet scent. The cake monsters will shortly tear them to shreds. Nothing remains, hopefully. If she's feeling merciful, she'll maybe chase them away. What happens next is not her responsibility.

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"Little Sugarcube? Are you in here?"

Her voice echoes through the small grove, instinctively pulling your eyes from observing the lights strung on your wall. You look for her, watching as her form appears from behind a wall. Her gaze is soft as she floats towards you, gently cupping your face. You coo in response, eyes soft. Her hands wander to your hair, running through the icing.

Your eyes remain barely open, half-lidded and sleepy. She takes immediate notice.

"Ohh darling, do you want to go to bed? Mama'll take you to bed. Come on..."

Her hands meet behind your back, pulling you upwards so you're pushed against her body. She minds the extra weight very little as she slowly lowers you into your bed. The fairy lights suspended above it slowly dim, become a warm orange... the atmosphere becomes slow and sleepy... the mobile above your bed lights up into your favorite colors and begins to make leisurely spins.

It's hard not to grow drowsy as Eternal Sugar Cookie begins to string her lyre in slow winding notes, humming along. You recognise vaguely that she's humming a nursery rhyme. Darkness begins to seep into your vision as her humming slows. Her hand reaches to tuck a stray hair strand away from your face.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?"

You shake your head, nesting further into the covers. She laughs lovingly, pulling her hand away as her wings nestle behind her.

"... Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, Mama!"