YANDERE JOHN EGBERT X Y/N ONESHOTS!!

Happy New Year! (not rlly tho)

You trembled in your seat, your entire body trembling with fright. Your hands were tied behind your back, knuckles pressed against the wood of the chair, and your legs had been securely tied to the legs of the chair.

You were trapped.

You couldn't even remember how you had gotten here. The last thing you could recall through the fog of your memory was going on a walk some time that evening - if it was even the same day. You wanted to clear your head, to reflect the year that had come and passed. And then...

Nothing. Darkness.

You had probably been caught off guard, someone attacking you from behind and dragging you off under the cover of darkness.

"I'm sorry if the binds are too tight," A voice cooed, startling you. Your eyes searched the darkness, trying desperately to find the source of the voice. "They're only temporary until I can get you settled in."

You... You knew that voice. It... It sounded like...

No, it couldn't be. It couldn't. He wouldn't do something like this. He wouldn't. John was your best friend. He would never hurt you, especially not like this. He wouldn't do something like this as a prank - his jokes were never hurtful or scary. He knew when to limit himself... But, then why...?

You made a face as your stomach dropped and clenched, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. Maybe... Maybe this wasn't what it seemed. Maybe someone had attacked you, and John had come to your rescue.

Yes. Yes, you were sure that was the case. You tried to push down the anxiety that buzzed in your chest.

"...John?" You spoke up. "Is... Is that you? Where are you?"

"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here."

The room was suddenly illuminated, making you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden brightness. It took a few seconds before you dared to open them again, turning your head to the source of the light.

A television, set to some news station. From what you could see, it was nearly midnight. But, what was more important was the figure beside it.

It was John. The light from the T.V. cast shadows across John's face, illuminating his raven-black hair. His deep blue eyes glinted in the light. They held emotions that you were too scared to place.

"I'm so glad you finally woke up," He grinned, overbite peeking out from his top lip. "I was kinda worried you'd miss the countdown."

"John, what is this? What's going on?" You raised your voice, straining your arms in a fruitless attempt to get them free.

"Hey, it's okay, you don't need to worry." The man said, voice soft as he approached you. "I have everything under control. You're safe with me."

Your brows furrowed, gritting your teeth as you tried to grapple with the situation. What the fuck was going on? *Why was this happening?*

Glaring up at John, you hissed out. "Is this some sort of joke? 'Cause if it is, it's not funny."

John's eyes went wide, face dropping in shock. "Oh, no. No, not at all! I'd never joke about something like this."

"Then- what?! Someone attacked me and did this to me, and you rescued me? Is that what's supposed to be going on?!"

John blinked, his face blank, before slowly grinning, a chuckle bubbling from within him. "Oh no, I'd never let that happen," His eyes crinkled from the force of his smile, eyes shining behind his glasses. "If anyone ever tried to hurt you, sweetheart, I'd kill them."

For a moment, you forget how to breathe. You tried to press back and shrink further into the chair. From where you sat, John loomed over you. It wasn't until that very moment that you realized how much power he had over you.

What had happened to your friend? How could he have become like this without your noticing?

... Unless, he had been like this the whole time.

He closed the space between the two of you. With each step forward, you breathed faster, heart pounding in your chest. The man knelt before you, the both of you face-to-face with one another. You stared into his eyes. His deep blue ocean eyes. You tried, tried to search for the John you knew within them. Tried to scream as loudly as you could with eyes, to let you go. As though, maybe, if he looked hard enough, he'd read your mind, hear your thoughts. That he'd come to his senses, like what happens in stories.

Slowly, he raised a hand to cup your face, and you did your best not to flinch. Maybe... Maybe you still had hope. Maybe you could still get out of this. Please. Please, John, please.

A look of realization washed over his face. His eyes wide. Your heart leaped with hope.

And he smiled so sweetly. "Irresistible. I just love it when you look at me like that."

No. No, no, no, no, please, no.

"John, please..." You plead, trying to fight back tears.

John opened his mouth to answer, only to be distracted by what was happening on the television. You followed his gaze - seeing that they were about to start the countdown.

The both of you turned back to each other, John grinning from ear-to-ear. One half illuminated with light, the other showed in dark.

"10!" The thousands that made up the crowd gathered on screen began to chant.

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to bring you home, I was too nervous before." John smiled sheepishly.

"9!"

He continued. "But, I made the resolution to finally take you all for myself-

"8!"

"-And I'm so glad I finally did! I can't believe I kept you waiting for so long!"

"7!"

Your eyes darting around the dim room, trying to come up with something to get you out of here. Anxiously, your fingers scratched at the fabric of your pantlegs. "John, no, listen-"

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"6!"

"John, this isn't right. But, you can still make this okay. You can-"

"I know, I know. It was wrong of me to not give you the love you deserve the moment I felt this way for you-

"5!"

"- But, now, I'm going to make this right. Starting tonight."

Hopeless, frustrated tears pooled at your eyes. "You're not understanding me!"

"4!"

"Shh, it's okay," John assured. "I'm here now. I'm here for you. You're not alone anymore."

"3!"

"Please..." You sobbed, hanging your head... Only for a strong hand to grasp your chin, angling you head up. You met John's eyes again. Excitement swirled in his eyes. His overbite dug into his bottom lip.

"2!"

"Y'know... It's tradition for couples to kiss on New Years."

"1!"

Your eyes went wide, your whole body tensing. But, before you could even blurt out a refusal, he had crashed his lips against your eyes, eyes screwed shut in his passion and the power put into the kiss. You gasped into it, allowing John to slither his tongue into your mouth, lapping against your tongue and the walls of your mouth. You were stuck, not able to help it as you swallowed his groans. You felt as he pulled the chair, pulled you, closer to him, and pressed himself against you - your chest, your waist, your body - as close as he possibly could.

Despite your horror, your anger, your frustration, your despair... You couldn't help but get lost in the sensation. So much so, that you could barely hear the shout of the crowd.

"Happy New Year!"


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