something more ((yandere x reader))

I- pink or yellow

"Which one?"

Penelope held two coat hangers, one in each hand. On both hung a beautiful, floor length gown. One pink and one yellow.

(Y/n) squinted at the two options. "Can I see the picture of you in the yellow again?"

Penelope sighed and put her phone into (Y/n)'s hand, swiping to the picture of her wearing the yellow dress in the store.

(Y/n) then look at the pink one again. "Pink. Definitely. You look amazing in pink."

"You're just saying that because I look gross in yellow." Penelope snatched her phone back, inspecting the image.

"No, you look great in both colours but-"

"Ugh! I do look gross in yellow! I look like a fucking overbaked lemon meringue pie!" Penelope exclaimed, chucking her phone across the room for it to land on her canopy bed. "I bet I look horrible in pink too, it's just the lesser of two evils."

"Stop it, you're gorgeous, Penelope. We've talked about how you need to stop putting yourself down so much." (Y/n) turned her friend to face the mirror. "Look at yourself, P."

Penelope smiled slightly at her reflection, her auburn curls framed her feminine features.

"You were just like this at junior prom, remember?" (Y/n) reminded, almost breaking out into laughter at the memory. "You went with Mike Samuels and had a total meltdown before he picked you up because you thought the dress was 'too much'."

Penelope snorted. "It was too much. All the other girls wore mini dresses and I showed up in a ball gown."

"And you were still the hottest bitch there, and you won prom queen and lost your virginity to Mike that night. You look perfect in both but the pink brings out your rosy cheeks." (Y/n) patted her friend's cheek. "Trust me, I've been your best friend for how long?"

"I know, I know, since we were like five. But this is my engagement party, I need everything to be perfect." Penelope walked over to her bed and dropped down onto it.

"It will be! I'm helping plan it after all." (Y/n) went to sit beside Penelope.

"I just want to make a good impression on William." She sighed.

"You're meeting him before the party though, right?"

Penelope nodded. "I'm staying with his family for a week. And then he's gonna stay here for a week. I really hope he's nice, and I hope Victor likes him."

"When does Victor get back from Nepal, it's Thursday, right?" (Y/n) pictured her friend's brother in her head. He was a year older than her, the three of them had grown up inseparable and both girls were excited to see him return from his time abroad volunteering in Nepal.

"Friday. We're picking him up from the airport at lunchtime so traffic's gonna be hell."

"Can't you get a butler or a chauffeur to pick him up?" (Y/n) rolled her eyes, thinking of the stagnant traffic in rush hour.

"I could but I think it would be nice for us to pick him up since he's been gone for a whole year." Penelope explained.

"Are your parents coming with us?"

Penelope scoffed quietly. "What do you think?"

(Y/n) shook her head lightly, Penelope and Victor Fenton may have had all the money they could hope for, a massive house and an amazing education but their parents were pretty weak on the font of parenting. They were hardly home, never took interest in either of their children, even married Penelope off for the sake of their company. Penelope acted like she was fine with it but (Y/n) knew she was more than terrified of the whole thing.

The Fentons had initially only wanted one child just to carry on the family name, they were under the impression that Miriam Fenton couldn't have children. So they adopted a baby boy and named him Victor. Not long after the adoption, Miriam discovered she was pregnant. Her husband, Peter, wouldn't allow her to get an abortion as giving a stance on the matter could be detrimental to their business so they had little Penelope.

"Your parents love you... they just don't know how to show it." (Y/n) grabbed onto Penelope's hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"You'd think after seeing the way your mom treated you they'd understand what good parenting looks like." Penelope huffed, but didn't let go of her friend's hand. The two women had met when they were both five, (Y/n)'s mother came to work as head chef for the Fentons, as a result, (Y/n) spent a lot of time at their house and grew close to the Fenton children and they remained friends into adulthood. Both Penelope and (Y/n) were now twenty four after nineteen long years of friendship.

(Y/n) resisted the urge to over analyse Penelope's feelings using her knowledge of the psyche, only refraining because she knew how her friend's didn't like it when she went all 'therapist' on them. Instead, she opted to change the subject. "So, are you looking forward to seeing Victor?"

Penelope's face immediately became overwhelmed with a smile. "Of course, and I bet he's really excited to see you." She nudged (Y/n)'s side playfully.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Um, Victor's massive crush on you that you'd have to be literally blind not to see." Penelope stated obviously.

"That was when we were like eight, I guarantee he got over it by the time he turned a double digit." (Y/n) laughed it off, standing from the bed. "I gotta go home, I'm getting a call from work soon."

"Alright, thanks for helping me with the dress. I'll pick you up on Friday and we can go to the airport, sound good?"

(Y/n) gave Penelope a tight squeeze as a goodbye. "Sounds great. See you then." She exited the extravagant room and went into the even more glamorous hallway. Despite the house being (Y/n)'s second home since she was young, it never ceased to put her in a state of awe. As she navigated her way to the kitchen she spotted her mother who still worked for the Fentons.

"Hey, mom, I'm just heading home." (Y/n) poked her head around the door.

Her mother turned to her daughter with a light dusting of flour on her face. "Okay, sweetie. Are you going to be here for the welcome lunch for Victor?"

"Yep."

"I'll see you Friday then, I'd give you a hug but-" The woman lifted her hands that were covered in dough.

"Of course, bye." (Y/n) left the kitchen and started on her way home. She was glad to be a mere ten minute walk away from the grand house. She lived in a more humble apartment but loved it all the same, she was also in close proximity to her mother's house which doubled as her childhood home.

Shortly after walking into the the apartment, her phone rang, as expected. She picked it up, recognising the number to be that of the mental health clinic she worked at. "Hello, this is Dr (L/n) speaking."

"Ah, yes, we're just calling to ask if you're willing to take on a state client?" She recognised the voice on the phone as Mandy Hatchet who greeted her nearly every morning she worked.

"May I ask why? I don't normally work with state clients, doesn't Dr Evans normally take those ones." (Y/n) pondered.

"Well, the client Harlow Pickens has just been released after a twelve month sentence in county jail, he was jailed for assault and battery. Dr Evans refuses to treat him since it was his nephew who got in a fight with Mr Pickens. The pay is good, just treat him as your regular clientele." Mandy explained.

"Is this court mandated?" (Y/n) wasn't used to working with court-ordered clients and was nervous that any re-offence would reflect badly on her.

"Yes. The pay is better than what you'd be used to."

She felt slightly enticed but this was a higher stakes circumstance than those that she normally worked with. "Can I think about it?"

"His first session is tomorrow, the next clinic is a town over. This will reflect very well on the clinic." Mandy's voice was growing more desperate. Of course, if the clinic accepted more state clients, funding would increase massively.

"Alright, fine, I'll be in tomorrow."