wetbatinthenight

[wetbatinthenight]

Hi um, i dont know if this is brought to your attention or has been mentioned or anything but the yandere dad post isnt going to anything ij the masterlist

hi!

I got something similar forever ago but I thought I fixed it :( I do everything from mobile so I’m not sure what is up with that.

for now, I have a hashtag in my search bar labeled posts and concepts. anything I have written is under that!

also thanks for everyone who sent an ask! I will respond to those soon!

[wetbatinthenight]

Theoretically, can the reader escape, how will they be found, and what will be the consequences?

great ask! super interesting!

the answer is no. the truth is, is that for most of your life you have been molded to see that most of these behaviors are normal and that your parents have a certain amount of control. you have sort of a different threshold for all these types of behaviors and treatment compared to a normal and average peer of yours. there may be a time when it never even crosses your mind as a possibility. maybe during an argument or when you are sulking “I wish I could just leave…” but it never really seems like an actually possibility to you.

I can imagine if you wanted to go to college or bring up the idea of leaving their sides, this is a red flag ti them and they will handle this swiftly with whatever methods they see fit.

theoretically….

If they were to try to leave, it would not go well. Your parents are a mess and are having a crisis. They thought they had this under control and grossly underestimated what this would all be like. Chances are they might pull you out of school or find a method to keep your home all the time. They will pull drastic measures.

There is a chance they get physical, but you aren’t aware or remember. Dad is a pretty well oiled machine by now about how to take care of people. Maybe you wake up and your parents explain you were in an accident and now you need some time to heal. They set up a nice place in the basement just for you! you get the whole level to yourself! isn’t that nice :)

In reality, you wouldn’t be able to escape. say hell to the trackers on your phone, sedative in foods and drinks, and baby monitor in your room? two out of three of these behaviors you know about, and have been convinced it’s about keeping you safe. of course as you get older, it kind of makes you feel a bit uncomfortable and maybe a bit lame (good luck trying to convince your parents to replace the monitor with something else).

your parents from the beginning, when you were born, try to kind of push and keeping you in this perpetual state of childhood. it isn’t until further in your life that you want to be more independent, which takes a lot of courage from you. you feel very proud of yourself.

[wetbatinthenight]

OH ALL THR ANSWERS ARE SO INTERESTING!!!

About the older brother, would he also want to infantilize/regress reader? Helping their dad into the effort of bringing his bby sibling back into the mentality they want? Or would he be an unexpected ally for reader into keeping their adult mind? -🐦‍⬛

thanks for the ask! I have so much lore, sometimes I wish I could articulate myself better so I could convey all I want to in a more concise way!

I think in general, in my main concept, that that babying has ALWAYS been a things. coddling your 4 year-old, 8, 10? it starts to have a shift in perspective as you grow older. I think in reality is that the way you grew up has also set these sort of norms in place (even though much of the behavior isn’t normal). your isolated self chucks it up to overbearing behavior because that is all you can make sense out of it. you hear your classmates speak about their parents, and equate their experiences with yours. it isn’t an out of nowhere experience. it just starts to increase as you get older, and the world feels like it is closing in (probably getting more confused and distressed from the behavior, even though you definitely don’t know the language of why and how you feel that way)

overall, no matter my (eventual, very excited) concept of siblings (will be three!) will always have grown up with a similar thought process as your parents. you are just so little, you need someone to guide you and make your own choices. this obviously conflicts with your craving for independence as you age. there really is not an “adult” version of you in their head, not conceptually at least. they are aware of your growing age and how that is impacting your dynamic.

your sibling/s have also grown up with the unhealthy thinking of your parents, although again, mom and dad don’t come off as weird or unsafe. these are the behaviors that have been made to seem normal. when you were born, their perspective changed. maybe it is because you were the youngest, maybe a surprise baby (and their purposeful last). you need to be taken care of. this projects onto your siblings from day one. the ideologies of your parents are deep rooted in the rest of your family from the beginning. of course each sibling has a different perspective of you, all with varying views of independence and infantilization towards you. your siblings live much more normal lives than you, and don’t really see an issues of the way you treated, not in any substantial sense anyway.

in these coming weeks I plan to build a strong structure and go to town with my au, which does have a good chunk of the same takes that I am saying here :)

in the au I will right, this will be a bit different, but I digress.

hope these answers are good! I’m trying my best. I just type my thoughts and submit, so I hope it all flows together :) thanks again!

sneak peak: dad, mom, eldest brother, older sister, older brother, you. that will be the dynamic in the future! it will be more of an au, any more intense?

[wetbatinthenight]

What if reader got also an older brother, that did get the yandere genes from Daddy Dearest, would dad let the brother have some control over reader too? Or would he ne so overbearing on the brother too, not trusting reader with them?

Hope you are having a good day!-🐦‍⬛

anon, you are speaking my language! this is actually kind of touching on a concept (au?) I will be eventually writing about? It’s been taking up my head so when I have actually time, I will be writing that :)

I will give a a small snippet of my ideas for that if that’s okay! now in this version, the personality of dad changes. you were not the first product of their love!

I imagine this dad to be rougher, more ruthless, and more strict. he is also more delusional. the way you grew up, now with dad and his goons (your siblings), you aren’t as emotional fragile as regular you is. you are instead more emotionally volatile. you are stuck with these more intense personalities in your home. which are increasingly not caring about your boundaries. when you have your slow realization of the behavior of your family, you just feel more anger, frustration. your parents didn’t dote on you and spoil you in the way it all happened in the regular timeline. you have less coping skills, and struggle more to express yourself. your siblings and everyone else get to leave “normally” and it makes you just stew in your negative feelings.

now, for the brother! yes, your dad definitely treats your siblings differently. they have responsibility over you, and it makes you even more frustrated. why do you have to be treated so differently? he trusts your siblings (all different levels), to handle you and your needs. the have all been raised to be that way. they are older than you and when you were born, that all kicked in. they are raised with the protective mindset of your dad. he can’t keep a constant eye on all of you, so you need to look out for one another. but that’s mostly up to them, not you. he feels at a more peace of mind when it comes to them.

your dad is hard on them, and still a bit hard on you. he changes after having so many kids. there is more to worry about, possibilities and people to get rid of and take care of. it hardens him.

your siblings are all obsessed with you. are they willing to take life? probably, but the circumstances differ. they will make the right choices, it just isn’t up to you. your dad holds them to high expectations, they better not fail.

no, don’t get it twisted. he is also obsessed with the others, just not in the infantilizing way it is with you. he wants to best of them, he wants you all to succeed. and you will, because he will make sure of it. he is still paranoid, and is all over the others, just in a more conventional way.

anyway, he trusts them to be with you and take care of you. he raised them that way, he won’t expect anything less from them.

now, regular dad? chances are if you have an older brother, you are raised closely, you were both coddled. and news flash, clingy as hell. he wasn’t you with and by him all the time and will use his “older brother status” to hang out and be with him. he takes more after your mom :) he is soft and sweet but isn’t afraid to get strict if he needs you. he is a more funny and relatable version of your parents :)

[wetbatinthenight]

What if one of Reader's classmates go to their house to ask if they can hang out, maybe someone that has stronger feelings for reader.

How would the parents deal with that? Because dad wouldn't be happy, but I also know he presents in a very specific way to outsiders 👀

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love this! I’m going to apply this with a character concept I have already written! after the first work, you approach the lunch table of your peers (people you already interact with through extracurriculars) and decide you want deeper and more social interactions.

you are too shy to approach brand new people you never interacted with before. check out my student council president work if you haven’t! I have plan to expand more side characters in the story!

if he showed up to your house to hang out, it would probably be for a productive reason or a lie he is telling himself. it might be for an upcoming dance plan or maybe because it is important to create a rapport with his fellow peers and cabinet members. we work as a team better when connection are made after all.

if it is spontaneous, which I can see him doing, he already has planned out what he has said and acted on that whim. he either does it on a whim and feels justified, or has carefully planned it out. either way he has daydreamed about what your interactions will look like, he is prepared and purposeful on what he will say.

when your dad opens the door, he is less than happy. the sight of someone close to your age angers him, because he immediately knows the likely hood of it having to do something involving you. he plasters a smile on his face, that seems authentic. he charms people but also carries himself a certain way. he seems like a leader, he almost seems powerful. he seems important.

student council president can give any excuse or reason he chooses, it isn’t happening any time soon. your dad will decline no matter what it is. he explain politely and firmly that you will not be leaving the house today and you are not available. thanks for coming bye:)

the interaction is short and your father keeps his words short and simple. he lets the student council president speak, secretly studying him with his almost sort of intense gaze.

I do think the fact that he has probably seen the person at events he takes you too (and stays for a good chunk of time sometimes) and recognizes him makes it a little less bad. it doesn’t set his paranoia off as much, but not in any meaningful way.

once he closes the door, he feels his anger flare internally, fists clenching. he did not like that. cue research into who that is and a more calculated effort to keep you home and in his grasp.

student council president stands at the door and gets into his car promptly. he can see a bit through your dad’s facade mostly because he has one too. student council president is personal, he doesn’t realize he has one. dad is more aware of what he is doing by a significant amount. he notices how swift your dad handled it all. he feels a bit intrigued by your family dynamic now, on top of his general need to get to know you. he almost respects it from the snippet he has seen. but if he were to know the whole truth, he wouldn’t like it at all. dad wants to infantilize you. student council president wants you to be his perfect equal. that can’t happen if your father gets what he wants.

thanks for the ask 🐦‍⬛ anon!

[wetbatinthenight]

A bit of fluff, what's the favorite activity of the parents with reader? What do they do in family bonding time? -🐦‍⬛

hi! awesome ask :)

this is actually a nice thought! I think that mom loves shopping and showering with gifts. she loves taking you places and buying cute clothes! she will just throw money, and she thinks it is great quality time! she also probably loves to bake for your or with you! you definitely will have the “safe” tasks, but she loves it!

dad is not letting you in the kitchen but you can be the taste tester! he cooks dinner and your mom, usually going back and forth. he likes watching movies or TV and having a very chill day! anything that can give him a chance for cuddles! he also might like reading with you and cuddling too! it reminds him so much of when you were younger, just plopping yourself in his lap and making him read to you. in his head, why wouldn’t that still happen?

as a family, they go to different events, job related or not. what they really look forward each year is vacation! they love it so much. they love nothing more than a family trip. no phones or anything for you! just forced proximity and interaction :)

I can also see family movie nights being a thing (you don’t have a choice) or occasional game nights! I can see mom loving to make a themed little party/watch party and themed snacks!

dad and his answers can change a bit once the regression continues. he become so much more involved. he wants to do any craft and interaction he can. role playing? he is all over that. any interaction that remind him of the power dynamic between you is great. and he just cares for you and thinks you are cute. he loves spending time with you!

[wetbatinthenight]

How does Father Yandere deal with the fact that the reader starts trying to express they? They dye their hair, make clothes, and the like.

great question! there are two answers here.

realistically- it wouldn’t happy. he is incredibly controlling. he doesn’t trust that you can make decisions for yourself, that you know any better. it’s his job as the parent to make those choices, not you.

I also think that maybe your mom would actually love the idea of making you clothes, if you are lucky you can watch her. but none of them are letting you near a needle. they are both the time to do room checks, dad more than mom. he needs to make sure you are safe. chances are he won’t even let you bring candy from another student home. dude does not play lol.

his trust in you is immediately broken, and it makes his paranoia worse. it is kind of conflicting to him. one hand- he can’t believe this would happen and you did this. then he comes to the reality that you are just a little kid, you must have been pressured, you didn’t know any better. you need a stronger hand to guide you than previously thought. don’t mistake this though, he still ain’t happy with you.

however- what if you did it anyway? if you some how snuck around and dyed your hair for example. it is going to be a doozy. he isn’t sure what to do at first. he feels angry and hurt. he is definitely the type to he “what did you do to your beautiful hair?” when it gets changed. he will firmly interrogate you about how this all happened. he is more mad at himself than you. he knew that you couldn’t handle being away from home. chances are that all extracurricular are either cancelled or under wraps. have fun being stuck with him all the time! his goal is definitely to get your hair back to “normal”. little kids don’t have dyed hair after all (yes they can). I can see him also now helping you get ready. you obviously can’t be trusted, so he will do his hair for you and whatever else he deems fit. you obviously need a closer eye on you than he realizes. the only nice thing is that it is very sweet to have someone do your hair, and he will be gentle. he does care and love you.

sound fun? it definitely isn’t.

he is one of the most controlling people, and that extends to your image.

if you want to express yourself, it’s going to need to be approved and then handled by your parents. they know best after all!

[wetbatinthenight]

hi to anyone who is new to my blog! thanks for the follows :)

I encourage you guys to comment and flood my inbox with any thoughts you have about my writing! I would love for this ti be a more interactive experience. thanks for those who have shared before! can’t wait to continue to crest when I have more free time (coming up soon :))

what is also going to be cranked out eventually are different concepts. siblings? check. how does this change the family dynamic? can’t wait to drop some lengthy explanation post about this all when it comes out.

thanks again!

[wetbatinthenight]

you, who gets so bored always lounging around your home, strewn about across furniture. you, who is always stuck inside the house more often because of your parents.

you, who is sitting in the middle of the living room in the carpet, fingers trying move quick on the controls of some gaming console that your lovely parents gifted you. to keep your little head busy and entertained, of course.

you, who has a concentrated expression, trying to feed the puppy on the screen but isn’t doing it in the timeframe needed. you, who is only allowed to play certain games, ones your parents buy, ones who are picked by you sometimes, with heavy influence from your parents.

you, who isn’t really paying attention to whatever your dad is up to, doing chores or whatever dads do.

you, who feels an almost strong whine slip past your lips when you couldn’t do it, again. you, who sets the controller down on the carpet and scoots away from it till your back hits the edge of the couch, pressed against it, the continue playing screen on the living room television. you, starting to breathe ever so harsher, a light pouty scowl on your face.

dad, who immediately sighs inwardly and checks on you, you have been such a fussy thing lately, which he didn’t really anticipate.

you, who reluctantly looks up at your dad as he speaks to you, looking down on you as he is planted in front of you.

dad, who always assumes it must be a plain need that has you upset, trying to take care of you and resolve it in some way. dad, who thinks you must be hungry, or thirsty, or tired, or too hot, or needs to go “potty”. you, who always shakes your head, often frowning deeper.

dad, who doesn’t care if you are annoyed or about your reaction in those moments. dad, who does whatever he wants if he thinks you need it, always standing behind you with his hands under your armpits guiding you somewhere or doing something.

you, who is still being spoken to as you sit in the ground but you aren’t really into it. you just stare at your lap all frustrated and pouty. this was just a stupid game, it was like it didn’t even want you to feed your puppy, and you needed to feed your puppy.

you, who doesn’t really do anything but whine in response to some of the things your dad is saying to you. you, throws your head back a little which hits the end of the plush cushion on the couch with a huff.

dad, who tolerates none of that and immediately jumps into action.

you, who already had your arms crossed over your chest at this point and legs against your chest. you, who feels a hand quickly wrap around your upper arm and pull you out of your position. you, who gasps in surprise, really not expecting it and is caught off guard.

dad, who shakes his head and starts to explain that he was done “no, no more”. you, who whimpers a bit and tries to think hard about how to get out of this situation. you don’t want this, you wanna be on the carpet again.

you, who gets lead up the stairs and to your room by your dad with little to no effort from your dad, who can easily manhandle you.

you, who can’t even tug back if you wanted to from the strong hold you are in. you, who is lead into you room and through the already open door. you, who still feels pouty because you didn’t want whatever was going on.

you, who is firmly told about how your dad feels about your actions, and how he will not put up with it at all. you, who gets moved to a stool that you have in the corner of your room, that you never use.

dad, who sits you down facing the wall and tells you to “put your face in the corner”. you who hears your dad step away, you who feels a bit confused.

you, who makes a small sound and starts twisting your body towards him to explain “how you don’t want to face the wall” but stops when you see the cold face of your father and his harsh gaze.

you, who turns back around and towards the wall and frowns. you, who sits in silence for what feels like forever.

you, who stays still and gets lost in your head, feeling so bored and upset. you, who hears your dad walk up and place his hands on the top of your shoulders.

dad, who talks down at you with a simple, “do you need more timeout?”

you, who shakes your head no with a sad and dejected expression in your face, feeling the gaze of your father on you. this wasn’t how you wanted your day to turn out.

dad, who lets go of you and sighs lightly, saying that’s it’s time to go, guiding you off by putting his hands back on your shoulders. you, who listens to remarks made by your dad about how you “probably need a nap, huh?”

dad, leading you down the steps of the stairs to go put you down on the couch for some sleep, explaining that you are such a cranky little thing as his thumbs start to go back and forth in a sweeping motion against your shoulders.

you, who doesn’t really want to nap but doesn’t feel very good right now. dad, who explains that he is going to have to tell mom that you were “bad” today. you, who nods a little and decides you don’t want to play your game anymore anyway.

an: this was in the drafts for at least three months! was not joking when I said I wrote ahead lol. hope you enjoy! this would be the farthest in the timeline so far!

this work would be the more present/future work. this would be the furthest chronologically if that makes sense. this would be after more time passing between the latest works.

I plan to continue to explain this “universe” and exploring the concepts that differ slightly (what if you weren’t the only child? How would this work?)

very excited! send any ideas or comments! they keep me motivated!

[wetbatinthenight]

this is a timeline of when this all kind of comes together and can be read! this is more of a soft canon :) here are my main works!

- you decide that enough is enough, some actual interaction can’t hurt

- your efforts pay off, causing some light to finally shine on little ‘ol you

- you continue to make friends, dad is not a fan

- you go to your mom about the behavior, unfortunately they married for a reason

- he isn’t afraid to make the right choice as a parent, even if it is hard on you, dad knows best

- someone’s behavior has to change, spoiler alert: it isn’t him

there are other works on my master list that fall under this but are not fully connected in the story!

if the link doesn’t work, check under my post/concept tag!

you can read about aunt, how mom and dad met, and his old home life!

[wetbatinthenight]

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!

[wetbatinthenight]

Love your works they are so good and underrated. It is so cool that you have like a cohesive storyline! can’t wait to see what else you come up with

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thank you!

this is appreciated! I have a bunch of ideas, including some thought out (but not canon siblings), even the idea of what if dad didn’t find the love of his life? I imagine that outcome would be different.

I have another idea to add from the school on top of the student council president.

thanks again! if anyone else have any other thoughts or comments, please go to my ask box!

[wetbatinthenight]

he didn’t really know when it started.

it was early on in school when he first officially met you, other than just being in the same grade. you didn’t talk much but you didn’t seem shy. you actually seemed outspoken, whenever you did produce select words. he could sometimes hear even a passionate tilt in your tone when speaking on certain subjects during the day.

he liked student council. it gave him directives to fill, structure to go off of, it gave him impact. people like him were good in high positions of power. he could make things better, that is what people like him were made for. he was smart, and he knew things. he could make the choices that no one else could ever make. it wasn’t their fault, they just were made from different means than him. not everyone could be like this.

he had a few classes with you now. it was nice to see someone that aspired to be something. who had actual desires that weren’t so…meaningless. he didn’t like wasteful people, but you didn’t seem like that. you understood, bright minds like his or yours had duties. sure, you seemed distant and he didn’t know that much about you. however, you seemed to have your shit together. you were nice, book smart, had good enough interpersonal skills. you weren’t some slack off who enjoyed dumb things and couldn’t speak sense. you had presence and natural charm. he believed that to be a powerful thing.

you seemed like a good candidate and wasn’t surprised when you got a higher ranking in the student council. you were competent, and that was at least relieving. he couldn’t speak on it all too much though, he couldn’t find anything about you.

the weather got warmer later in the school year, when the board staff had an ice cream social. it was important to keep a sort of connection to ensure that lines of communication were open. teams worked better, and some bonding wouldn’t hurt. walking down from the park from an student council executive meeting seemed easy enough, not long after strutting up to the ice cream parlor counter they journeyed to. it was fine, ordering whatever cheap strawberry milkshake they had on the menu. it was important to show a presence of unity, or in other terms make sure to not look like from not getting ice cream. it was everything he already had in mind for the outing, that he planned for. except you.

it seems last minute you had found a ride to the ice cream place, being dropped off instead of walking like the rest of them. you smiled sweetly, greeting everyone before getting something. you pulled out cash, crisp bills for your pocket. wherever the money came from, someone made sure to take care of it. he was surprised you showed up. you went to mandatory meetings sure, but everything you attended was on school grounds. it was almost odd to see you out like this. it was new, and new could sometimes to be exciting. sometimes. he continues to drink his milkshake, finishing it quicker than intended. he had to admit it tasted pretty sweet. maybe even the best he ever had.

afterwards, he took note of your interactions at the social. it seemed you were personable, and kind. you had the inkling of a leader even. that intrigued him. he would take note of you.

he soon found out you didn’t really post on social media, or have any sort of internet trail that he could follow. you seemed to eat lunch by yourself most days, mostly studying with a side of the occasional bite of whatever food you had. he was pleased with your effort, it seemed you understood the value of genuine inquisitiveness and learning. he didn’t often see you with other people. he noticed you when you would converse, choosing carefully when to speak. although it obviously showed your intellect and your understanding of how much of an impact one’s voice has, he can’t help but wish to hear your voice more.

the librarian was nice when he made up an excuse to pull up some past book checkout history. a couple of random names lumped in with yours. he checked out all the ones he could, giving the librarian a polite and parting smile as he walked off, lugging books with him. he just wanted to see what one of his executive members was into. bonding and getting to know other staff was important. he was simply doing his role.

he couldn’t help but be a bit intrigued when you approached the lunch table to say to him and your fellow peers. although his face barely reacted besides a slightly kinder face, he was pleased with this development. obviously you had figured out what was good for you, what would benefit you.

someone like you just needed some support, maybe some sort of spark to really show you your full potential. strong connections, more opportunities. you would be great. you both would. he just knows it.

an: a little sweet treat. this was something I wrote really quick. debating releasing the works I had planned for the future, but not sure… maybe :)

let me know what your thoughts are! this isn’t really proofread but oh well. this could be interpreted in any way btw! tried to tag as both. I have a personal vision, but it’s whatever!

I encourage you to read my other connected works! I’m eventually going to make a master list and put it in the correct timeline :)

reblogs, likes, and follows are appreciated!

[wetbatinthenight]

Hey there! Just to tell you, the masterlist isn’t working

hmm…it is working from my end

do you mean the one pinned on my account or the works I put in a comment? either way, I’ll check it out! thanks!

[wetbatinthenight]

Your stories are so good!!! I got so hooked into your story line! Can't wait to see what happens next with our aunt ^^ <3 Hope you are having a good day! -🐦‍⬛

thank you!!!

yes, I’m wrapping up the part two still! it really is like how deep do I want to make this?

I think after this, I’m going to drop my more darker scenario with yan! dad, and then start messing around with some of my other concepts (like classmates….)

I am pretty busy during the school year, because of academics, but the summer will be flourishing!

you can find my works on the #posts/concepts🦇

here is what I have so far:

yan! dad (intro post)

yan! mom (what it is like from her perspective and her dynamic)

general info about you, or about your life!

how mom and dad got together and came to be

yan! aunt prt. 1

backstory of dad and aunt (how did they become this way?)

I think I enjoy the backstory of mom and dad, / dad and aunt a lot!

I encourage anyone that sees this to check out my page! I have yandere parents, aunt, backstories, all types of stuff!

thanks for all the support guys, it keeps my motivated!

[wetbatinthenight]

I really like your posts. They make me feel like I actually have a family lol

thank you for your share anonymous!

I’m glad that you enjoy my works! I plan to write sooo much more, but I’m so busy in my school/academic life!

maybe in a week or two I will have some more stuff uploaded!

I encourage people to share their thoughts with me if you like my work, and repost and share!

I’m also trying to figure out how to get my account some more reach, but we will see!

thank you again!

[wetbatinthenight]

love ur writing!! any thoughts of the type of background aunt/dad were raised in? what caused him to be a yandere?

I’m….kind of back? Sorry that I have been absent guys, my personal life has been stressful and I’m also in a very demanding school program! I’ve been thinking about my story so I wanted to answer this. I’m back to answer this at least. I will be very busy for the rest of the semester.

So, going off of what I have posted, I can expand a bit more on this. In a way, dad and aunt have been brought up in a similar way to mom. Although, mom was in more of a rich and successful, glass house, always ready to shatter environment. Her family had always been emotionally distant, compared to your dad. It wasn’t always like that.

I imagine that dad and aunt were not as rich, but dad still eventually ended up in the same social circles as mom eventually. They were closer to a “traditional” family structure. While mom and her family were structured to be prim and proper, always exceeding, dad had less expectations.

I think that dad has always been sort of protective. His home life was not great, where mom had more “stability” dad had lost his mom at an early age. Their father was more loving and supportive before that, but you know the dead wife cliche? Yep, that happened. Their father did not handle the passing of their mother well, and started to be consistently more distant. He was already a kid with sort of intense feelings at the time, just feeling really strong about the love he had in his life.

I would say around age 10-12 is where more of his behavior started showing, and it was mostly about his sister. Their house was not the same and not having that support as he got older, started to morph him into something different.

Both of them had always been more cold, mostly because that is what their environment looked like growing up. His older sister was more like her current personality (aloof) but had a real care for her brother, which ended up with having the responsibility for him more until he turned 13/14. After that, it was more of a mutual understanding. They would both pull their weight, and it was more of a partnership.

I also imagine that by high school their father started to straighten out a bit, but it isn’t exactly the same. The effort is sort of there, but never the warmth or love. The house is basically neutral, with a few posistive comments (from their dad) here and there. However, there was still resentment there. He views his own dad very negatively. Why would he not? He views his dad as a failure who could not perform when he needed to. And when that feeling came and went back and forth all the time, then he felt nothing about his dad. They simply both don’t care for him much anymore.

To him, it was more of just him and his sister, with the occasional tender feeling when he stares at the picture of his mom that is kept in his living room.

Overtime, he was just still always filled with this secret (or not) anger and powerful feeling, that subdued a bit by late high school, and started to fully form around that 13/14/15 age range.

When he met your mom, it just felt so right. It felt all so perfect. She had brought out more and more of that sweet boy he used to be when he was a kid. Of course, this came with intense hyperfixation and obsession. It started off slow, looking into her background, and continued to go from there. It steadily grows, and mom was simply the tipping point in letting out these feelings.

The feelings he had towards his dad, the people around him, his own mom. It all had to be released at some point, and it did. Being with your mom, made him feel vulnerable. It wasn’t something he often felt. That was a dangerous thing. He loved his mom and she left, he has always felt this fierce protectiveness over his family. Now, he felt that your mom was a part of that. She had slithered her way into his heart and that was not a thing to take lightly. He would not let anyone take that away from him again.

It felt relieving to rid the world of things that stood between him and his happiness.

When he gets caught by your mom, a thousand things are going through his head and what the solution to all this would be. The choice your mom makes to him was the last thing he needed to feel justified and feel always at peace with the actions he did/will do. He knew he did the right thing.

I debate back and forth in my head if the man he got caught killing is his first victim, let alone the first victim in relevance to your mom. What I do know, is that there is a reason you never met your grandfather, and why at his funeral, his kids never cried.

an: okay so this felt very repetitive of me, and I don’t like the way I wrote it but I hope it makes sense and is coherent? if you guys have any questions or thoughts, let me know!

Basically dad is a product of his environment. Maybe if his father did better, put him in some therapy and he didn’t go throughout life with certain important people in his life enabling him, things would be different. Of course, it all comes down to personal choice. No one is making him do this all.

also I have my first ask that I had submitted a while back. I am working on it! It was actually one of my longest works and I had four different ideas of drafts going on! I am not ignoring you!

I also try to make the reader as not descriptive as possible, but I did reflect and see some more “feminine” things added in my works. I am not sure if I will keep this in and edit it a bit down the line. We will see!

edit: I also want to mention I do have some other works finished! But I’m thinking in my head that I want my works to be published more in a sort of chronological timeline? So I have some stuff written for down the line, but I want to write my way up to that point, does that make sense? If you guys have any ideas or inspiration about what should be included in a fic, let me know! would love to hear your thoughts :))