YANDERE JOHN EGBERT X Y/N ONESHOTS!!

SoulMate AU!

You were certain that blue was to be your favorite color. Not unusual to hear among people that had found their soulmates - after all, it's the first color they see after a lifetime of living in a greyscale world, until they finally meet the one person they were made for.

Blue.

It was overwhelming. The flash of color, emanating outward from the indigo blue that you stared deeply into. And you knew he was feeling the same thing. A look of shock mirroring on your faces as you stared at each other, the world stopping for a moment. The rest of the world fading away as you were lost in each other.

He, lost in you, and you, lost in his blue.

It was bliss.

You adored John, and he you. He was sweet, easy to talk to, easy to laugh with, easy to rest and cuddle against him as you watched movies together. Like two puzzle pieces fitting snugly together. Complete. You didn't know how you lived before you met him, before histrionics arms held you close, before you saw the crinkle in his eyes as he smiled, the way his overbite poked out from under his top lip as he spoke.

You'd never felt loved like this before. The adoration and almost worship John expressed toward you. Kissing at your skin, nose bumping against you as he'd nuzzle closer. If you wanted anything, you need only ask before he'd hop to get it for you - almost like he needed to prove himself, to "earn" your love, despite you and he being made for one another.

It was bliss. Was.

Still, you could understand the anxiety, the worry. At first. But, John seemed to grow more and more desperate. More clingy. More overprotective. He didn't like you leaving him, didn't like it when others tried to talk to you, like he was afraid you'd be stolen from him.

You couldn't really pinpoint when the change had occurred, when you reached the point of no return. Couldn't say when his ocean eyes had frozen over and grown dark and cold. Couldn't remember when the windows to his soul painted over with flecks of red.

Red. Before John, you didn't know blood looked like that. Starts out red, dries brown. But when a hammer bashes someone skull in, and brain matter mixes with blood, it's pink.

Blue. His eyes staring down at you. The room is dark, only lit by the moonlight shining through John's bedroom window. Blue. The blankets and sheets underneath you as you squirm in vain. Blue. The soft makeshift restraints he's tied you to his bed with. Said he didn't want to hurt your wrists with rope.

He said he loves you, how he just wants to protect you, to keep you safe from everyone who didn't deserve you. He'd keep you safe. He'd love you.

Blue. His eyes, closer and closer, bright and filled with love as his lips hover over yours.

OG:   https://www.tumblr.com/yandere--stuck/645384270153662464/could-i-get-a-yanderebro-or-yanderejohn-x-reader?source=share