Platonic yandere doctor? Like he’s had his little for a while but he’s just fed up with them trying to leave so he uses a more permanent solution to the problem of them trying to run away (take that as you will)
I hope this is good!! Its slightly different than what you asked, but if people want I cand make a part two of them trying to escape!
You've been seeing Dr. Warren as your doctor for... wow, how long has it been? Several years now. He's always been a kind guy, and sometimes he'd break past that overly polite, professional demeanor and let his soft spot for you shine through.
You liked that about him.
Sometimes, when there wasn't anybody in the waiting room but you two, he would kneel down to give you a little toy while you waited, usually one of those plastic eggs filled with surprise toys or jingling keys or something like that.
You always thought it was a little strange how the doctor was giving you children's toys, but you tried not to overthink it.
There were some other weird things you tried to overlook, but recently it was getting harder to do so.
Warren would always prescribe you medications for all kinds of things, and every single one of them made your mind feel numb. Like static, almost.
Your appointments became very regular, as well. At least once a week, even if nothing felt wrong.
And he'd give you a little plastic medicine bottle filled with gummy vitamins every time you went in.
You started to notice how instead of actually checking your health, he'd cuddle by your side and just ask how your day went, almost acting more like an over-caring therapist... which, he did technically have his degree in both psychology and medicine, but still, the lack of any medical care was suspicious, especially coming from the usually very professional doctor.
"Um, Doctor Warren?" you nervously ask, fiddling with the toy he gave you today, a little green caterpillar with bright colors on its back.
"Hm? What is it?" he asks while marking a few things off on his clipboard.
"Well, uh..." you swallow down a lump in your throat as you work up the courage to ask this. "I've noticed that our sessions lately haven't been productive. And the medications you give me make me worse. I wasn't even having a lot of issues until I started taking them. It's like they just make my mind foggy... and I always feel so sleepy, and my coordination is off..."
"Those are just the side effects," he reassures. "That's why I wanted you to come see me regularly; to track any changes or side effects."
"But I don't think the side effects are worth it. And these constant check-ups are annoying, no offense," you mutter.
"None taken," he says calmly. "The check-ups are for your benefit."
"Yeah, but..." You rub the nape of your neck. "I think I want to see a different doctor... if that's okay."
Suddenly, the warm aura radiating from him grows cold as the man glares at you, dark eyes sending a chill down your spine.
"Do you trust other doctors more than me?" His voice comes out icy, stinging you like cold water.
Your heart pounds. You open your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again.
"(Y/n). You're mentally and physically ill. Your judgement is too clouded by your conditions that you can't recognize proper care. I'm trying to help you get better. Can't you see that?" He runs a hand through his hair. "You need constant monitoring, love. I'd consider yourself lucky I haven't put you in inpatient care." His expression changes, like a light bulb goes off in his head. "Actually, would you prefer that?"
"No, of course not!" you cry out. "Please don't-"
"Why shouldn't I? It's for your own safety," he says matter-of-factly. "You can't even tell what's good or bad for you. Your condition is worsening."
"Because of the medication," you retort.
"That's just the side effects. I explained this already."
"Why would medicine that's supposed to cure me make me worse?!" you yell. Tears well up in your eyes. "Why won't you listen to me?!"
He looks like a parent dealing with their crying toddler; confused yet confident they'll get over it eventually. "Hmm... I think you need a nap."
"A nap? What, am I in timeout now?" You fold your arms across your chest like a pouting child, realizing a little too late how funny the doctor probably finds the gesture.
Warren gets out some medical supplies: a needle and a vial. Filling the syringe with a clear liquid from the small container, he turns towards you and grins menacingly. "This'll only take a moment..."
Before you can stand up and try to run away, he plunges the needle into your arm.
You cry out and flinch away, but not before all of the syringe's contents empty inside you. He holds you against him, shushing softly in your ear as you sob until suddenly your eyelids grow heavy.
He keeps you firmly tucked in his grip, and you find that you're unable to move, paralyzed by whatever substance he injected into you.
As soon as he sees you drifting off, he lies you on the bed and rushes out, yelling something that sounds too far away to hear.
...
When you wake up, you see white walls all around you. Blinking your eyes, you look down at your clothes to see an outfit totally different from what you had been wearing when you were in Warren's office. This looks more like hospital garb.
Speaking of which, where was Warren?
Turning your head weakly to the right, you notice you're attached to a heart monitor, the wires running to sensors on your chest and fingers.
You struggle to prop yourself up and sit properly on the bed.
Warren walks into the room. "Good morning! Or, should I say good afternoon?" he smiles teasingly, closing the door behind him. "How are we feeling?"
"I'm feeling like you drugged me! What am I doing here?!" Your throat feels like its on fire, but you continue trying to speak regardless. "Can't you talk to me without having me admitted to a hospital?! Oh god- please don't tell me I'm in the psychiatric ward..."
"You are in the psychiatric ward, yes," he confirms smoothly. "But don't worry. I pulled a few strings to make sure you got the best care." His voice dips into something softer, almost affectionate. "I even had them set up a private room for you. No noisy roommates, no prying eyes—just me, looking out for you."
A chill runs down your spine. This isn't normal. This is too far.
"For what? Telling you I wanted to see a different doctor? For wanting to get off my meds?!" You glare.
He doesn't seem too bothered, pulling out a clipboard. "Well, it says on your chart you attacked me with scissors during our last meeting when I wouldn't give you prescription opioids. That's pretty serious."
"WHAT?!" Your jaw drops. "You liar! That never happened!"
Warren feigns worry. "Oh, sweetheart..." He caresses the side of your face. "You poor thing. Those delusions have you again, huh?" He shakes his head. "I don't know how to tell you this... but you have a problem. A very, very severe one. Which is why you need constant surveillance from someone trained to handle people with your particular condition."
You blink away tears blurring your vision. "This is crazy. You can't do this to me."
"Baby, I'm not 'doing' anything. This was all in your best interests." Warren moves closer to you, rubbing circles into your skin. "You're sick, (Y/n). I've been your doctor for multiple years now. Why would I lie about this?"
You sob harder. You want to believe him so bad.
You trust him, and it's always been easier to follow along with his suggestions rather than try to fight or argue back, but...
"You like treating me as if I'm a baby. Does that have anything to do with this? Or why the medications you've given me make me feel like I'm regressing into a toddler every day?" you spit out bitterly.
He sighs. "That's because you have the obvious mentality of one. The regression isn't a result of the drugs, (Y/n). It's your disorder acting up." He pushes some strands of hair out of your face. "If it helps any, I like taking care of you. Really, I do. I've never considered myself a parental person until I met you. You need me, just as much as I need to be needed by someone else. Like you."
"I'll tell everyone you basically kidnapped me," you threaten. "They can look on the security cameras for proof I didn't do anything!"
He clicks his tongue, chuckling. "I might have accidentally deleted the security footage from the day. Oops," he adds innocently. He kisses your forehead. "Now, get some rest, kiddo. Papa will check on you in an hour. And please don't try anything bad while I'm gone; otherwise, we'd have to add assaulting an orderly or nurse onto your file... We really don't want that, do we?"
All you can do is stare dumbly up at him as the words sink in.
Yes, Warren could definitely get in trouble for this... but who's going to believe you when you've been labeled a danger to yourself and others with a laundry list of mental health disorders, prescribed enough pills to tranquilize an elephant daily?
No one.
He leaves with a final, "Be good," shutting the door with a soft thump, leaving you alone, staring after him long after he's gone.
I know your yanderes would HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE. Those “influencer moms” who treat there kids really bad and I couldn’t imagine them learning that there little baby was a victim to it
Here's four random characters from each series' reactions, even though they'd all react negatively:
💉 Warren (doctor dad)
He'd be incredibly sad by this news, and even more livid, but he tries not to outwardly show how upset he is by this news.
Instead, he uses this as a good excuse to talk about it and act like your therapist, because the more you tell him, the better. Especially if he has a good excuse to manipulate you further because of it.
"See, this is exactly why you need love and care from a parent. All your life, you had a camera shoved in your face. I'd never do that to you. Unlike your parent/s, I care about you, and I intend to prove it."
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☕ Hugo (barista dad)
Oh, his heart would be broken on your behalf. He's sadly pretty similar to Warren in the sense he'd use this as a good time to manipulate you, but it'd be less calculated than Warren's manipulation. He'd not even bother hiding his anger that you went through such a thing.
He'd make sure to get the names of them, so if he ever saw them in the coffee shop, he'd make sure to promptly ban them. Banning them would be the kindest outcome from him.
"Honestly, how dare they? God, kiddo, I'm so, so sorry... I honestly never understood why any parent would want to flaunt their kid on every social media. Even if I may be overprotective, I'll always value your privacy. Come here, just... let me hold you."
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🌿 Lux (cult leader papa)
He already hates the outside world and social media, but especially knowing you were negatively affected by it, and knowing it was during your childhood just makes it hurt him even more.
Out of everyone, he can fathom the idea the least. He genuinely doesn't understand why any parent would wish to show their child to the entire world. Maybe in a perfect world, where bad people didn't exist, but that sadly doesn't exist. His reaction would might be the first time you genuinely see him angry, though he tries calming down quickly for your sake.
"Your childhood was stripped away from you, but I'll give it back to you. This is why you don't need anyone outside of here, especially that wretched person you called a parent. We were meant to find each other, I knew it before, but especially now."
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🛸 Falkor (alien papa)
Just further confirmation that he hates all humans (except for you!! never you!!). He doesn't understand when you tell him about your childhood. Genuinely in confusion for a second. Like, what do you mean parents just... plaster their young offspring everywhere for the world to see?? What do you mean this isn't illegal??
He would definitely use his tech prowess to delete everything. Every video, every photo, every channel. He'd even offer to "delete" the people themselves that allowed this, but would grudgingly not do so if you didn't want him to.
"I am truly baffled. Why are humans like this? Why do they need strangers validation?? Are you SURE you don't want me to--"
Would reader ever be able to earn Warrens trust? Or is he just like that forever lol
Eventually, but Warren is a very methodical person. He would only even allow you to earn half of his trust after he has preformed several loyalty tests on you (pretending to not notice leaving a door unlocked, subtly leaving a keycard to a door lying around, etc).
I hope to write for him again soon because I plan to alter/update some little aspects about his personality and lore <3
how would the yanparents react to a little who lived in the country (especially if they're a farm kid), (how would they react if they had a thick accent)
Thinks its the most adorable thing in the world. Would coo at you like a baby who just spoke if you say "y'all" or "ain't" in that accent.
Solaris, Hugo, Anevra, Winter
They are OUTRAGED that you had to do chores and live around bugs. Aside from that, thinks your accent is adorably funny. If you pronounce oil like "awl", they'll never let you live it down.
Vincent, Kezareth, Cecil
Starts researching rural childhood development and now uses your upbringing to psychoanalyze you.
Warren, Cullen
Sobs if you use some country saying they've never heard of before (eg "butter my biscuit"). "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING??"
Indigo, Magnus, Summer
"You did physical labor.. You had to feed livestock before school.... You had to wake up at 5 AM. Oh my GOD YOU'RE TRAUMATIZED, MY BABY!!!"
Octavian, Blair, August, Spring
Doesn't care too much, but will act personally offended if you like iced sweet tea ("ITS MEANT TO BE HOT!!!")
Seradiel, Castor, Ellis, Lux, Autumn
Also grew up on the countryside, probably would make them feel more connected to you
Dante
As a Texan who spent half of my life in Bullard, Texas (I'll do a backflip if anyone even knows about its existence), I feel this. Luckily I'm a Dallas-dweller now <3
