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Yandere Family Drabbles: When You Cry

Remalda

“Hush hush my little lamb.” She rocks you up and down, kissing your chubby cheeks as your crying dies down. “Sleep, my baby, they'll be back soon.” Your father has taken your siblings off to school and this is your first time being without him in the vicinity. “Shhh shhh,” You were getting fussy again. Instant gratification is the only thing you want and if you don’t have it then crying is your best option. Remalda hums a tune her own mother would sing. Not to her but she still heard it and she’ll sing it to you. And you’ll lull to sleep as she rocking you with the vibrations in her chest.

Should anyone interrupt your precious slumber she’d promptly end their existence. Maybe lure that construction worker away for some food and with gloved hands flip the lever that drops 200 tons of concrete onto their head. No one is allowed to wake her baby.

Spencer

You hardly ever cry only when he tries to leave. It makes sense: rarely does a starved puppy want to leave their savior. This will escalate to him bringing you to work once his wife’s maternity leave is off. And you're a hit. His customers love you; they'll coo and praise your father as he bounces you in his baby harness while handing them their mixture. You only wail a bit when one of the rowdy customers scares a resting crow that squawks alarmed. “Do not worry Dewdrop,” he’ll gently rub your head, “there is nothing to fear (because I am here!).” Said customer, after paying for his vial, is attacked by the observing birds of prey who only listen to Spencer but he says nothing as he tends to his baby.

Michael

You had started crying very early in the morning, around the time Michael prepared the schemes for his middle school bullies and clients. He waited for either one of his parents to get up but they didn't. He spies the melatonin on their nightstand and rolls his eyes. Unbelievable. You’d think for as obsessed as she is she might not want to be more selfish. He just barely can look down into the crib to see the squirming you still crying relentlessly, in his wake. He wants to pick you up but he can’t. Not securely at least, thanks to his height. Curse my genes. He remembered how Yulia used to cry just like you, you must also not be a morning person. He heads to his closet in his shared bedroom; Yulia sleeps soundly as he rummages to find his special box where he finds Yulia’s old pacifier. Perfect. He rinses it before presenting it to you, avoiding your grabby hands, you take right to it. Suckling and mulling in the comfort of your pacifier. He takes a picture of your sleeping self. I’ll have to print that later. Now that binky will be twice as special as it was when it was Yulia’s.

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A New Arrival

Based off the Yandere Family Idea and Bios that I’ve posted.

⚠[Warnings: Yandere behavior (minor), neglectful parenting, and possessive mindsets]⚠

A New Arrival

Remalda was fed up. She swore if she had to pretend to like another one of this child’s stupid drawings  about ‘the perfect day’ she’d snap. Why couldn’t she be like her brother who was busy playing with his makeshift guillotine. Maybe it's because he’s older- I don’t know. She groans and runs a hand through her blonde hair, groaning. The incoming toddler holding her next drawing looks at her in dismay “Oh no, momma are you sleepy?”  The little girl drops her drawing and runs to her room stepping past her brother to grab her fairy comforter, returning to her mother with it in tow.  “You can rest now momma.” She says covering her mother the best she could with barely enough height to get on to the couch herself. Remalda takes the chance to avoid the child and pulls the covers up to her head. The little girl reached to fuss about her mother more but the call of her name had her running to the call.

“Yulia!! Come here!” In record time she arrives at the door of their shared room Michael stood with his Joker throw blanket tied around his neck.  “Where’d you take your veil? I need the princess here for the execution.”  He posed and showed the scene of the execution with the stuffed animals and dolls surrounding a tiny wooden guillotine with a collection Barbie propped on the head piece. “I don’t have it, I gave it to Mom. She needs it more than me right now.” Michael frowned at her, “You helped her?” He looked at her in disbelief, “What did I tell you about her? She doesn’t like you so you shouldn’t help her.” He reaches into his own closet.  “S-she doesn’t l-like me?” Yulia began looking down, twiddling her fingers and curling her toes.  Michael, still searching in his closet, continues,” Yeah. Don’t you remember when she left you at the park and Dad had to get you? The wretch did it on purpose.” He whispered that last bit but Yulia heard it.  “What's a retd?” 

Michael, finding what he looked for, turned back around with a white veil with floral accents, “It's wretch, and I got this from her too. Here you go.” He placed it on her head and guided her to his makeshift throne for her.

“Now Citizens-”

He was interrupted by the sound of the front door being opened and closed, cutting on and off the howling of the storm outside. Michael groaned as Yulia leaves her place to greet their dad but he follows right after, internally denying his happiness upon hearing his dad come home. 

Yulia ran arms stretched asking to be held but immediately halted upon seeing a bundle in her father’s arms. Now joined by Michael and their mother from behind they huddled together in curiosity as their father walks in, setting his work case on the ground, taking off his shoes, to continue rocking and cooing at the dirty bundle.  

“What is that?” Michael, saying what they were all thinking, stomps over and looks up indignantly at his white haired father until the man crouches down to his level to see. And when Michael laid eyes on the (s/t) baby he tried to wrap his arms around the bundle but his father only allowed it if he sat down. Settled on the couch he got to hold the baby as his father hovered his hand behind the baby’s head; the ladies crowded around him curiously. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of them and he couldn’t hide the blush of pure joy that crept on his face. He was enamored, he hadn’t felt this excited since Yulia’s birth and he was in love. A smile crept on his face as he saw Yulia gasping in her own excitement, murmuring of her dreams to have a baby. 

“Spencer.” His wife called snapping him out of the trance the (h/c) baby held on him. His happy expression turned into one of bated breath and tight lips. “What.” 

“You went and saved my baby,” she says, taking her baby from the excited clutches of her children. “from where may I ask?” He tensed watching as she caressed the fluffy cheeks of the baby who was quietly babbling. “They were on the ground. Near a dumpster.” He moved to grab the baby, ”I only took so long because I was trying to find their parents and ended up registering them under my name.” Remalda teasingly leaned her hips into her husband as she looked up at him with lidded eyes. “Is this your apology for your attempt to escape?” 

Successfully grabbing the baby he moves back to the couch immediately being crowded by his children, distracting them from his piercing glare pointed at his wife. “No, I am not going to apologize to the one who is in the wrong. “   Remalda decides to ignore him and opts to speak to Michael who keeps trying to take the baby. “See the baby Michael? Wonder what their name is.” He ignores his mother, optimistically looking up at his father, “What's their name?” His father smiles. 

“(Y/n). Their names (y/n)”