something more ((yandere x reader))

IX- in the roses

Victor dropped his head onto the desk, exhausted. He'd worked with his father all day and felt bored out of his mind. He'd ventured at one point into trying to ask about his birth parents but received no real answer.

His mother was very insecure about the whole thing and he doubted if she even knew who his parents were. It was clear that if he was going to find his biological parents then that shit stain, Harlow, would have to do it.

Victor despised the idea of (Y/n) spending so much extended time with Harlow. He'd be fine if she was simply his therapist and nothing more, but then seeing each other outside her office, having each other's numbers, it all just rubbed him up the wrong way.

A notification lit up his phone screen and Victor lazily went to pick it up:

(Y/n): Can I come over? I just finished with work and I was going to talk to my mom about something.

Despite his bad mood, a smile made its way onto Victor's face. It always made him happy when (Y/n) came over, but whenever it was her who suggested it the whole visit was made all the better for him. She wanted to be around him, even if she was coming to speak to her mother he was sure he could steal her away for a few moments.

Victor: Of course!

(Y/n) smiled as she saw the reply. She'd probably have just come over anyway but it was nice to have permission. She reason she wanted to talk to her mom was because of what she'd seen last night when walking back from the café. The route she had taken took her past her mother's house but something was different. There way a prominent 'FOR SALE' sign in the front yard. (Y/n) thought it would be better to speak to her about this the next day and not in the middle of the night.

She grabbed her phone and keys and began to make her way to the Fenton mansion.

"(Y/n)!" Victor exclaimed as he opened the door, a wide grin stretched across his face. "Come in, come in."

"Thanks, is my mom-"

"She's in the kitchen." Victor finished (Y/n)'s sentence for her. "When you guys are done in there meet me out here, okay? I need to talk to you."

"Um, sure... but I can't stay too long, I've got work tomorrow." (Y/n) sounded hesitant but knew that Victor must have been having a hard time with working with his father on top of maybe finding his biological family.

She made her way to the kitchen, feeling aggravated and afraid of what her mother may say. 'Why would she move away? Is she going to live in the mansion full time? Is it too expensive to maintain?'

Annabel (L/n) glanced up at the sound of the opening door. "(Y/n), what a nice surprise." She smiled softly at her daughter.

"I saw the sign outside the house." (Y/n) cut straight to the chase.

Annabel sighed, her smile faded. "(Y/n)-"

"When were you gonna tell me?" (Y/n) asked, frustration filled her.

"I needed to work some things out with the realtors first. But let me explain," She dusted her hands on the apron and walked over to (Y/n), taking her hands. "I got a job offer, but I'd need to move a few hours away. I'd be head chef at a restaurant, it's what I've always wanted, sweetheart."

"I just wish you would've told me." (Y/n) muttered.

"I'm not going yet, I need to sell the house first. But trust me, from now on, you'll be first to know about all this stuff." Annabel brought (Y/n) into a hug that she gladly returned. "Now, I should get back to work. I'm serving dinner in forty minutes."

(Y/n) said goodbye to her mother, she felt saddened that her mom was moving away but knew that it had to happen at some point. (Y/n) was twenty four and she knew that she couldn't always live so close to her mom, but it was still a bit upsetting for her. Just as she was going to go back to her apartment, she remembered that Victor wanted to speak with her so she begrudgingly took a detour to the hallway where he was waiting.

His eyes lit up when she returned, he held his hand out wanting (Y/n) to take it. "Follow me." He said. (Y/n) held onto his hand and he immediately tugged her through the house and out into the garden. They walked through the grass till they reached the rose bushes. Since they were children, the rose bushes had always been their favourite spot in the entire Fenton mansion. Well, it was (Y/n)'s favourite spot and by default became Victor's.

He stopped by some powder pink roses and let go of her hand. "We need to talk about this Harlow situation."

"You're absolutely right, I'm going to help him find his mother and then we'll ask her about you and-"

"That's not what I meant." Victor promptly cut her off. "I think it's really inappropriate that you're treating him as a patient while having a friendship with him."

(Y/n) looked down at her feet in slight shame. "You're right. I think I took it too far."

Victor tried to fight back a smirk. She was agreeing with him! He had expected a bit more of a push back.

"I'll talk to Mandy." She breathed out.

Victor furrowed his brows. "What? What does Mandy have to do with this?"

"I'll tell her that I can't treat him anymore if I'm going to be seeing him outside of sessions." She explained, feeling like it was fairly obvious.

"T-that's not- gah! What I meant is that I think you should continue to treat Harlow but not see him outside of work." He should have known things wouldn't go his way that easily.

"No, our relationship is already too unprofessional. The best thing I can do is be here for him in this rough time." (Y/n) had made up her mind on what she was going to do and there was no way Victor could change it now.

Victor bit down hard on his tongue to stop himself from screaming. Harlow was truly becoming the bane of his existence. "Yeah. Whatever." He moped.

(Y/n) noted his irritation. "Are you jealous of Harlow?" She asked softly.

"No! What do I have to be jealous about?" Victor said back, a bit too aggressively.

"You and Penelope are still my best friends, I just think Harlow really needs someone to be there for him right now." (Y/n) placed her hand lightly on Victor's arm. His heart started beating so hard her thought it may crack his ribs.

"Y-yeah...." He hated how (Y/n) could do such a simple act of affection and he suddenly couldn't think straight. He was suddenly lost in his own world, the image of her resting her palm so tenderly in his arm with a backdrop of pink roses in the golden evening light.

"I'll need to talk to Harlow about cancelling our sessions and he'll need to start up with someone else. I think I'll recommend Dr Wendell or Dr McKinnon, what do you think?" (Y/n) changed the topic.

Victor was still in his own head and just nodded his head. "I agree completely!"

(Y/n) laughed at his odd behaviour. "I think your dad's been working you too hard. You should get some rest."

Victor could only continue to grin down at (Y/n), more and more fantasies filling his head.