AYE imagine a platonic yan unkowingly "adopting" a kid that already has a platonic yan
Battle of custody, clash of the titans
HAHAHAH I LOVE SILLY YANDERES!!!!!!!!!!!! Right away, anon! I had no idea where i was going with this and I changed a few things, so buckle up because this isn't gonna be a fun time
Parental!Yandere Boss x Reader x Parental!Yandere Co-Worker
WARNINGS: Kidnapping, forced age regress, implied divorce, yandere-y stuff, bad writing
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You got to work pretty early. It was just your basic office job and you were a newer employee... Yet you still met the boss almost every day, even though you weren't her assistant.
Your boss was the one and only Quinn Kingsley, famous for her charity donations to orphans, known for her silent nature, and her reclusiveness.
Except for you apparentally.
It felt like almost every hour, you heard her voice or saw her wave you over to do the simplest of tasks.
The first time it happened, you were just in your first few weeks of working there and still had the new-comers energy. You were just about to go to lunch when a voice behind you made you jump.
"We hire children?" Quinn's voice was more confused than anything, eyeing you up and down. You turn around, recongizing her instantly.
"Mrs. Kingsley!" You gasp, trying to appear professional. She just stared at you.
"How old are you?" She asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. When you told her your age, she shook her head in disbelief. "...Alright, then." She said, leaving without another word.
You brushed it off as her not meeting most employees or being from another time where people looked older. Or maybe you just had a baby face. Who knows why she assumed you were so young!
You scrambled to get to lunch, getting lost in the giant building, and found Quinn again. "Oh, hello again." She greeted, her eyes flickered to your lunch box. "Lost?" She asked with a knowing smile.
"Oh! Um... Yeah." You admit sheepishly. Was it a bad idea to talk to the CEO like this? Would she be insulted?
She gestured for you to follow her and you did. She showed you the lunch room where all heads turned to you, standing next to Quinn.
The room fell silent and you quietly sat a table with a quick thanks to Quinn, she smiled at you before disappearing.
"Wow, I've never seen her down here before." A co-worker sat with you without asking. You didn't mind that much. He went on. "Usually she just sits in her office all day, and if she does come down, someone gets fired."
At your worried expression he was quick to correct himself. "Not you, though! Mrs. Kingsley would've fired you already if that was the case."
"...I guess you're right." You agree.
He beams. "Of course I'm right, I've been here for years." He offered his non-sandwich hand. "The name's Mike."
You take his hand. "Y/N," You introduce.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N."
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The next work day, you were just minding your own business at your desk, when Quinn showed up again. Remembering your conversation with Mike, you duck your head and listen.
...You don't hear any people getting fired. Her footsteps approach closer and closer, making you feel even more anxious. She appears at your desk.
Pleasedon'tfiremepleasedon'tfireme you think to yourself.
"Y/N?" She asks, staring at you in a way that made you shift in your seat.
"...Yes....?"
"My office, please."
Great. You were getting fired. You defeatedly follow her to her office (Was it always on the same floor as you?) and she closes the door behind you.
You took a seat begrudgingly and she sat across from you, still staring. Did she ever stop looking at you? It made the unease in your stomach grow.
Since you wore your heart on your sleeves, she noticed immediately. "Don't be worried, Y/N, you're not in trouble." She said softly. You relaxed.
"I'm not fired?" Was that a bad thing to ask? You were just so nervous and stressed you weren't really thinking.
"No!" She yelled too quickly, clearing her throat. "No, you're not. I'm here to tell you I think you've been working too much and too hard."
You stare at her.
"I'm now giving you a new project to work on." You could do that, espically if you weren't getting fired. "I need you, twice a day, to do a lap around this floor."
...What?
"And check in with me when you're done."
"Mrs. Kingsley, is that... Effiecitant?"
"Are you talking back to me?" Her icy voice was back. You straightened. "No, Mrs. Kingsley!"
"Good," Her voice softened. "Now go on, the work day is almost over and you still need to get your steps in."
"Yes, ma'am." You tell her and begin to leave. Just as you reach the door, you notice a book on her table. What your child needs to be doing. Huh.
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Lunch was your favorite time of the day. You saw Mike and he was a very fun guy. He would always ramble about the most random things or gossip with you.
It hadn't been more than 10 seconds since you entered the lunch room when an arm was slung around your shoulders. "Y/N!" He boomed. "Was getting worried for a second there!"
He steered you to your guys' usual table. "How have you been? Work been good?" He asked carefully.
"I've been fine, Mrs. Kingsley is giving me weird jobs though." You answer. His face twitches with annoyance at the mention of Quinn. He shakes his head in disapproval. "That woman," He grumbles. "Making you work so hard..."
"No! Not that like that!" You intervene. "More, like, useless jobs. I've been having to walk around my floor, reorganize her bookshelf in her office, write a report on some of those books, and she made me color last quarter's stats."
He listened before nodding slowly. "Hate to say it, kiddo, but I think I might agree with her."
You gape at him. "What? You always talk about how much you dislike her!" It was true, he had some kind of grudge with her, she did too.
He shrugs. "You're pretty restless, Y/N, the walking will be good for you. And don't you love reading anyway? I bet you loved looking at all her books."
"Well, yeah." You admit. "But still! I'm an employee not a reckless child!"
He smiled at you. "Tell you what, next time you go on your little walks, I'll come with you!"
"Really?" You smile at him gratefully. He chuckles and pats your arm. "Anything for you, kiddo."
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Getting ready for your walk, you were happy to see Mike appear out of the elevator. "Ready?" he asked, standing beside you. You nodded and the two of you began walking around.
He was clearly loving walking with you, pointing out the people and giving their history.
"See that guy? He spilled coffee all over the place his first day working here, he's been here for 5 years and still at the bottom!"
"That girl over there by the vending machine? She broke up with Liam on floor 5 because he had a long distance girlfriend..."
You two had gotten so caught up in talking that you walked almost a mile in circles. You were still chatting mindlessly with Mike when you bumped into someone.
"Sorry-" You start before noticing Quinn, glaring. Not at you, but at Mike.
"Johnson."
"Kingsley."
You looked between them as they death-glared each other. Guess they really did have history. Quinn clears her throat and turns her attention to you again.
"You alright?" She asked, her voice softer and kinder than when she spoke to Mike. You were confused on why she was asking that when her gaze flickered to Mike's suspiciously.
You nodded quickly. "Yeah! Sorry, I was talking to Mike about it and he offered-"
"The project is only for you, Y/N." She reminded, Mike huffed. The 'project' was getting to be quite annoying, you thought.
"Back to your work, Johnson." She ordered. He scoffed and with a final pat on your back, got on the elevator and disppeared. "Why do you call him by his last name?" You asked Quinn without thinking.
"Because," She answered vaguely, straightening a bit. "Why do you call him Mike?"
"...Becuase that's his name?"
"You call me Mrs Kingsley."
"You're my boss."
You two stared at each other, you were confused on why she was pushing about this, and she was confused on why you would ever need to adress Mike.
"Then call me Quinn from now on."
"I don't think-"
"It's not optional."
You tried not to groan. "Okay, Quinn." It felt weird to say that but she relaxed when you did, squeezing your shoulder. "You did good today, take it easy, alright?" Her voice was soft again before she went back to her office.
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Mike had started showing up much more often than before. Even though Quinn had told him he wasn't meant to be running around on the wrong floor, he came anyway.
It started slow. 5 minutes before lunch. Then 10, 15, 20... To the point that he was there about an hour earlier. He would pretend to duck behind you if anyone looking like Quinn approached because if she saw him, she'd shoo him away and you'd sit in her office until lunch.
The more the two interracted, the more you realized they had a lot more history than you knew. Yet, neither would tell you anything.
One day, you and Mike went to lunch when you noticed your table already had someone sitting there.
Quinn. Eating her own lunch innocently. You and Mike shared a look, you shrugged and sat next to her. She nodded to you in greeting.
When Mike was about to sit down, she spoke up. "Not so fast, Johnson. Go back to your office and bring me an update from last weeks meeting."
He glared at her, she glared back, until you cleared your throat and he left with a few choice words under his breath.
"How are you, Y/N?" She asked, you barely paid attention to her stares and soft voice anymore.
"I'm fine, just the normal work stuff." As normal as Quinn's orders can be...
She smiled, a sight so rare a few people looked over in surprise. "Good. You know you can tell me if you're facing any problems right?"
"Uh... Yeah..."
She stared at you expectedly. You stared back. "What do you say?" She drawled patrionizly.
You blinked. "Oh... Thank you?"
She nodded and patted your shoulder. "Yes, good job. And you're welcome." She got up and stared at you for a moment, her eyes reflecting something you haven't seen in her before.
"Come to my office later, alright? Whenever you want."
"Okay, thank you, Quinn." She smiled again, wider and it made her eyes crinkle, before she left. She passed Mike who shoved the papers at her. He saw you were done and groaned.
"She did that on purpose!"
"Why would she do that?"
"Kiddo, you're really blind."
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The next few weeks went by quickly, everyone had started paying attention to you. Mike's visits ramped up and Quinn had been going to lunch more often, ignroing everyone except you.
Other co-workers started asking about it, if you knew Quinn in some way or if Mike helped you get this job, you denied all of it. But since Mike was deep on the gossip tree, he knew they didn't believe you.
Eventually, after the torture of it all, you were leaving work when a familiar voice caught up to you. Mike!
Sure, everything was stressful, but Mike and Quinn were actually nice people. Plus, work got easier and easier the more you hung out with Quinn.
"Hey bud!" He greeted as he ran up to you. "Whatcha doing?"
You shrugged. "Probably gonna go home and watch a movie or something."
"Nice! Do you wanna come over to my place and watch one instead?"
You hesitated. You and Mike were close, yes, but still... He had been acting weirder lately. Asking about decorations and houses you liked and being more fidgety and nervous as the days went by.
But he just grinned at you. "Oh, c'mon, I'm not that bad. I'll make dinner! You know how good my lunches are!"
He was an amazing cook. He made sandwiches because they were quicker, but whenever you asked about it, he'd tell you how to make crazy meals and always brought it the next day for you two to share. (He feeds it to you and doesn't eat any of it)
Giving up, you nodded. He beamed and gave you his address. You two split up but when you got in the car, you checked your phone and saw a message from an unknown number.
"Are you okay?"
"Don't listen to Mike."
"Don't go."
Maybe someone on your floor found your number and was pranking you. Who else would do something like this? You ignored the messages and went to Mike's house.
He was already standing on the porch for you. "Y/N!" He yelled, waving aggressively as you pulled into his driveway. He hugged you when you got out of your car. You hugged back.
"Were you waiting out here for me?" You asked confusedly while you two hugged.
He squeezed you a little teasingly. "A little. Had to make sure you made it safely." He paused. "I wasn't waiting for long, don't worry." With one final dramatic squeeze, he released you and went inside.
"Arighty, you wanna pop on a movie and get settled on the couch while I serve us dinner?"
"Sure, where are your movies?"
"Upstairs, there'll be a case of 'em."
You climbed the stairs and easily found the DVDs, you shifted through them and noticed that it seemed... Empty. There were only children's movies as well.
You also noticed a child's room across from where the case was, the color you recomended to Mike. He really did listen to you! You took your favorite childhood movie and came downstairs to the best smell.
"What are you making?" You asked as you came back downstairs and into the kitchen. You watched him cook with fasination. He was so diligent when he was cooking, nothing like the relaxed laid-back guy at work.
He told you the name of it but you had no idea what it was so just nodded politely. He noticed the movie you chose. "Good pick! Go turn it on."
"Hey, Mike?"
"Yeah, kiddo?"
"Why do you only have kid movies? And a children's room? Do you have a kid?" You asked as you began the movie and he came with plates.
He sat next to you, setting the plates down for a moment to pull a blanket around both of you and handing you your plate. "Careful, it's hot."
He thought about your questions. "Yeah, I have a kid." He replied. "I didn't want them turning on my old movies and getting tramuatized, so I got rid of them."
"That was nice of you," You said. "Giving up your movies so your kid is safe."
He smiled and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. "Thanks, bud." He said softly, resting his head on top of yours.
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You didn't realize you fell asleep until you woke up to voices. Yelling, familiar, overlapping voices. You blinked open your eyes to find you were still covered in blankets but a pillow had been added.
"...knew it! You couldn't help yourself."
"Neither could you apparentally! You owe me a new door!"
"Use your alimony check, you mother-"
You sneeze. They both turn to you. Quinn and Mike stare at you with wide eyes. "Kiddo, how long have you been awake?" Mike asks softly, all anger gone from his face.
Quinn comes over and puts a hand on your head, running her fingers through your hair, she just stares at you silently for a moment before turning to Mike. "We talk later."
He crossed his arms. "Something we agree on." His gaze softens when he looks at you. "Feeling alright bud? Can I get you some water? Some snacks?"
You sit up, making both of them crowd around you even more. "What were you two arguing about?" You ask instead.
They share a look with each other. You've never seen them look so coordinated with each other before. "Don't worry about us, sweetheart." Quinn says. "Grown-up things."
"What? Am I no longer a grown-up?" You joke but they don't laugh. Quinn still has her hand in your hair and you surprisingly let her. "I'm giving you a... Vacation." She says suddenly.
"What?" You were confused like always with her. She glanced at Mike before continuing. "I'm giving you a few paid days off of work, you'll stay here."
Mike's eyes widened behind her. "Thank you," He whispered to her before adressing you. "You hear that, kiddo? Get to spend some time with your old man."
You ignore that for now. "What do you mean? I have to work!" You protest.
"You'll also spend a few days at my house, also paid. And no, you don't have to work." She said matter-of-factly. You were shocked at this sudden change in both of them.
She smiled before standing up. "Call me," She told Mike before turning towards the door. Or doorway. The door was completely ripped off and laid uselessly on the floor, which she walked over.
"What-" You started, but got cut off by Mike lifting you up and settling you next to him again, he pulled you into his side like last night and sighed deeply. "Just enjoy it, kiddo."
You stared where Quinn left. Dread filling you. You were trapped and you had no idea what to expect next.
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ALRIGHT I don't know if this that good, but I like the characters! Give me your thoughts and I might make a part two! I don't like the ending but whatever.
My requests and general asks are open so feel free to drop them at anytime! Thank you so much for reading, I love all of you, and see ya!
-PSL
