Don't Stand So Close To Me{Yandere x reader one shots}

Ian

Y/n's pov:

"Thanks so much for helping me out, Y/N. Sorry to keep you for so long."

"It's no problem; I'm always happy to help!"

When the class president asked for my help to arrange spirit week, I didn't think it would take us past 10:00. "Normally the work would be divided between the student council, but somehow I got all of it." That was his only explanation for all of the organizing.

But we were finally done.

"Wow, I didn't expect them to turn all the lights out; the janitors are normally here at this hour. You're not scared of the dark, right?" He lightly teased me.

"Of course not. I'm more worried about falling down these stairs, haha."

"Well then, let me help you." I felt his fingers interlock with mine. "Is this okay? Now you don't have to worry about falling; I'll catch you."

Thank goodness it was dark because I could feel my face burning. "It's fine, yeah. So why'd you ask for my help with Spirit Week?" I quickly said, trying to change the subject.

"The truth is, I've been wanting to hang out with you for awhile now. Plus, I saw that you always get your work done quickly in class, so I knew you'd actually help."

I smiled. "I was really happy when you asked because I had wanted to get to know you as well."

"R-really?! I'm glad the feeling is mutual. Hey, do you want to see something cool?" I heard a set of keys chime in his pocket. "I have a key to the basement; have you ever been there before?"

"I haven't, and that sounds really cool, but I should really get going. My parents are probably waiting for me."

"We'll be fast. Come on, just take a look around. I want to spend just a little more time with you."

I reluctantly nodded, and we descended down the stairs. He let go of my hand for a brief minute to unlock the basement door. The cold air felt refreshing. He grabbed my hand again, and we descended.

Ian flicked the light switch at the bottom of the stairs. The light revealed dozens of narrow corridors and rooms branching off in different directions. "Wow, it's a maze down here."

"It's crazy, right? Come on."

Tightly holding my hand, he dragged me down the musty hall, randomly turning left or right. "I hope you know how to get back." I laughed, slightly out of breath.

He finally stopped in front of a door. Still holding my hand, he opened all seven locks and pulled me inside. A switch was flipped, and light covered the room with a dim glow. There was a bed pushed against the corner of the room, and the sheets were my favorite color. A TV was mounted on the wall above a desk. A sink and mini fridge were connected too. I let go of his hand to examine a bookshelf on the east wall, filled with my favorite books. Kind of odd.

"So is this where you go when classes get boring?"

"Sort of."

"Why does this room have so many locks?"

"So you don't get out."

The door slammed, and he slowly sauntered towards me. Because of my shock, I offered no resistance; he effortlessly sat me down on the bed and pulled me into a suffocating hug. Once my astonishment passed, I tried to break free and almost succeeded, almost.

"Angel, don't struggle; this isn't so bad."

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm keeping you here."

"What!? Why!?"

"I've loved you for a long time, Angel, and for awhile I was satisfied simply watching you from the shadows. But some undesirable people started watching you too. I noticed them in class and in the halls, and I took care of them. They're gone now. But I can't help but wonder about everyone else in this school—what if they like you too? I can't have that; you're mine. Only mine. So you're going to stay here, where no one can hear us and no one can find you. If I brought you home, my mother would spread the word around the world. That b*tch."

I struggled and squirmed, but eventually got tired. He noticed and relaxed too, laying his head on top of mine. He'd fallen right into my trap, and I jumped as fast as I could. I broke out of his arms and ran out the door, thanking heaven he forgot to lock it.

The corridors flew by. I didn't know where I was going, but as long as I kept running, perhaps I could get away. I heard his voice echo through the basement: "Angel, you can't get away from me."

I finally reached the stairs, but he was already there, waiting for me. "Dead end, angel."

I was already breathing heavily from running, but my heartbeat rose exponentially when I saw the gun in his hands. "You-you wouldn't shoot me! Please just let me go."

He laughed and said, "I wouldn't shoot you anywhere fatal. Maybe your lower leg so you can't run anymore."

I tripped and fell on the cold, cement floor as he walked closer to me. "But you don't want that, right?" He softly whispered. Without warning, I punched him in the groin and grabbed the gun as he dropped it.

"Don't move." I stood up with the gun pointed at his head.

His whimpers turned into a shaky laugh, and he continued walking towards me. "You couldn't shoot anyone, my angel." You're just too innocent, too pure. This is why you need me to protect you. Some fraudulent person up there is going to take advantage of you."

"I said don't move." My finger trembled over the trigger.

"Come on, then, shoot me! Do it!"

Click.

He took the gun out of my shaking hands. "The safety's on, Angel."

Not ready to give up, I bolted towards the stairs once more. I made it half way before I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, crashing me into the stairs.

BANG

My ears were ringing, but I couldn't give up yet. I forced myself to crawl. I only climbed a few stairs before my body collapsed with exhaustion.

The last thing I remember was Ian carrying me back to the room. Chanting and whispering. Mine, mine, mine. A tail of red was left behind, and everything went black.

A/n: I hope you liked this story. Thanks for reading. :)