Full Boyle - Yandere!Charles Boyle x GN!Reader
A/N: It's funny because I got a very similar Wesker request. Also I've decided to start just quoting the request & pinging the requester when they aren't anonymous bc this is more aesthetically pleasing :)
Request/Prompt: hello!! :) could i please request yandere!charles boyle x reader? maybe reader is a new detective in the 99 and is a lot younger than boyle, but he knows reader is ‘the one.’ maybe he ends up kidnapping them or going full-Boyle, thinking he wouldn’t have a chance with them otherwise. thank you so much! i can’t wait to read it and also make a rosa request! ❤️ - @flowercrowns-goodvibes
Contains: Yandere dark shit (Obviously), age gap (LEGAL), early Brooklyn Nine-Nine time (Late S1?)
The officers had all gathered, talking about what they thought the new recruit would be like. Scully & Hitchcock expressed their desire for it to be another older man to join their duo.
"There is no way they are going to hire another old-timer," Peralta joked.
"I want another woman here, I can't deal with Jake being gross for one more second," Amy spoke up.
"You're right Amy, another woman here would be cool," Jake joked suggestively.
"Okay, that's disgusting."
The group paused as they heard Captain Holt talking. He was personally showing you around the precinct. He arrived at your new desk, across from Boyle's, & turned to the team.
"Why is everyone staring?" Holt asked with the same deadpan look he always had.
"Are they the new recruit?" Amy asked excitedly.
Holt nudged you to introduce yourself, "Hello everyone! I am Y/N L/N, I'm fresh out of the academy & I am the new recruit!"
Everyone got excited & the group began introducing themselves to you. You thought you had met everyone but your new captain was looking around, seemingly confused.
"Where is Boyle?"
"He was just here, right next to me," Jake spoke up.
"Well, he'll introduce himself whenever he comes back. Welcome to the precinct, Y/N. Come with me to my office, I'll get you your first case."
The truth is, Boyle left because he was absolutely awestruck. He was too afraid to talk to you, you captured his heart without even saying a word to him. His heart was racing & he was blushing hard.
Over the next couple of months, Boyle managed to talk to you. Jake definitely noticed the crush & tried to set you two up. Possibly a coincidence, likely somehow Jake's fault, but you were constantly paired up with Boyle. He took note of your preferred morning beverage & snacks, being sure to bring you some when you forgot. You grew to like his weird quirks & your laugh was like music to Boyle's ears. You actually started to get a crush on your dork of a coworker. Everything seemed completely fine... well.
Boyle pulled Jake away from his conversation with Amy & into the men's restroom, insisting it was urgent. He checked under each stall as Jake stood with his arms crossed, completely confused.
"Boyle, what is going on?"
Once the coast was clear, Boyle grabbed onto Jake's shoulders, "Jake, I messed up!"
"What do you mean?"
"I went Full Boyle!"
Jake let out a laugh, "Oh come on, Boyle. That's nothing new, this could have waited. Welp, we're here anyways, what did ya' do?"
Boyle fidgeted with his hands, he decided to tell the truth.
You showed up just on time, you usually preferred to show up fifteen minutes early to events but considering this was a one-on-one dinner at your crush's house... you decided to be predictable. You knocked at the door & it opened almost immediately like he was waiting for you to knock. Boyle looked you up & down quickly, jaw dropped.
"You look amazing, Y/N! Come on in," he made room for you to walk past him.
You blushed as the man guided you to the kitchen table. It was set up very romantically with roses. You were shocked to say the least, the two of you were supposedly just having a casual dinner.
"What's all this?"
"Only the best for you, Y/N. Speaking of, I'll go get the food! Please, have a seat," Boyle pulled a chair out for you as you spoke.
Once you sat down, Boyle headed to the kitchen & returned with two plates of beautiful food.
He set a plate in front of you first, "Please, dig in."
You happily obliged him & began eating the food. It tasted even better than it looked. Boyle almost forgot to eat, addicted to your reactions to something he worked so hard to give you. As the food slowly but surely dwindled & the wine disappeared from your glass, Boyle's confidence grew. He decided it was time.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah?" You looked up, cheeks rosy from the wine.
His eyes softened, his brain pulled to other thoughts, "I love you."
You were taken aback. You liked the man, yes, but this was a jump. You thought he might like you, but love you? That's a lot. Maybe he misspoke? Well, you do like him... maybe just roll with it?
"I'm sorry," Boyle spoke, dragging you from your thoughts, you hadn't noticed your weird expression as you thought about the topic at hand.
"No, Charles, it's okay. I-" You began.
"No, I'm sorry. Let me get you more wine."
Boyle took your glass & returned to the safe space that was his kitchen. In a moment of anxiety, he made a stupid decision. He couldn't lose you, not over some slip-up. You weren't leaving. He grabbed some NyQuil from the cabinet & poured it into your wine before returning to the table. He set your glass down in front of you before sitting back down. You awkwardly grabbed the glass & swirled it a little bit.
"Look, Boyle," you spoke slowly, trying to find the right words, "Love is a strong word, but hey, I do like you a lot."
Boyle's eyes widened. He misread the situation. It was too late to stop you, the glass touching your lips the moment you finished speaking.
You shook your head, adjusting to the new taste, "Was that the same bottle? That tasted... different?"
"Oh yeah, it was, um, heavier on the grapes?"
"Huh, that is odd," you were already feeling drowsy from the sheer amount of sleep meds, "I feel... off."
Your worst fears flooded your mind. Did Boyle drug you to take advantage of you? He wouldn't do that, would he?
"I should get home- before I get you sick," you struggled to come up with a believable excuse.
"Oh, nonsense," the man across from you stammered, quickly minimizing the distance between you, "You should lay down if you feel weird though. Would you prefer the couch or my bed?"
Poor guy didn't mean to make the situation worse, he just wanted to go back in time right now. You pulled away from Boyle's embrace, really only scaring him more.
"No, I should just take an uber home. This feels really bad. I don't want to be a burden. Plus, work tomorrow!" You were rambling at this point.
"Y/N, please, just lay down on the couch. I can make you some soup or get you some medicine!"
"Boyle, I want to go home," You head was spinning, staying awake becoming a difficult task.
"Y/N, please-" Boyle tried to grab your arm.
As you ripped away from his grasp, you fell back. Your head hit the floor, it wasn't a big hit. It was enough to daze you though. You looked up at Boyle before finally losing the fight against sleep. You were now out cold on the floor of Boyle's hallway.
Boyle paused as he noticed how crazy he looked, "Nothing- It's nothing."
"Oh come on man, I know how bad you can be. It's not like you kidnaped Y/N or-"
Boyle let out an obnoxiously fake laugh, "No, I wouldn't do that."
"Boyle," Jake now sounded serious, he saw through the laugh.
"What?"
"You did not."
"I didn't," Boyle nodded.
"Don't lie to me, Boyle."
"Who, me? I could never lie! Ring ring ring! Woah, is that my phone?" Boyle laughed awkwardly before running out of the room.
Later that day, Captain Holt stepped out of his office. He looked around for a moment, silently, gaining Amy's interest.
"What is it, Captain?" She asked.
"Oh, Y/N just didn't call in for work. I was checking if they just forgot to clock in & were here all along."
A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long, I have been busy with school, other requests, & being too drained to write. I finally did it! I hope it lived up to expectations!
