Parasocial // Yanderes x Reader

LVIII , Panic

It was midnight.

Was it?

No. It was three AM, and Amon was still awake. Of course, the countless hours of scrolling on TikTok hadn't helped... But still. It was this damn insomnia. No, anxiety? What the fuck was he anxious about anyways?

... Was it because you weren't here? Because he didn't know if you were okay? Sure, logically, you were in your room, but who knows what could happen with all those lunatics running about!

As though that question answered itself, he suddenly felt cold. In turn, this chill down his spine sent his head buzzing. Amon was on his feet before he knew it, clutching his forearms.

The cold was not a friend. He'd felt so cold all of the time when he was terminally ill. The hospital had been so cold. The treatment left him feeling so cold.

He couldn't breathe. It didn't feel like he could.

Could you breathe? What if you were in a worse position? What if it was like before? When his gut had warned him that you were upset. That you were in danger. Amon could never understand how the brain could do that. Just know when a loved one was in peril.

You could be in peril right now. Not sleeping peacefully in your bed. And here he was. Panicking.

Fuck fuck fuck. He needed to breathe.

If he didn't breathe he'd pass out. And if he passed out he'd hit his head— and oh, he should sit down so that didn't happen. But why wouldn't his legs move? Why wouldn't his body do what he told it to?

Move, breathe, he begged silently. His throat all choked up and jaw agape for air.

Then he was gasping, sucking in air so deeply it hurt his lungs. Then so little it didn't feel like enough. Back in forth in this fight for oxygen he went, and the cold only felt worse. It felt like his lungs were icing over, and he was shivering like he was in Antarctica.

Amon was on the ground, patting his chest. How had he gotten here so fast?

"Amon?"

Their name caught Amon off guard. He forced his blurry vision to the door. The voice... Who's was that? Fuck, if it was one of the others...

"Amon are you okay?"

Amon are you okay

Ah. It was definitely you. He would've laughed, if he could, but all they could do was choke down air.

Amon saw his door open, and your blurry figure stood in the doorway. He heard your loud gasp, and his heart ached in return.

"Amon! What on earth?!"

You were by his side in seconds flat, joining him on the ground. He fell into your arms, and you held him tightly, rubbing gently circles onto him.

"It's okay, it's okay, breathe. I'm here."

Clearly you were panicking too.

This time, a laugh did manage out.

You didn't take a jab at him for laughing. Maybe you missed that he'd laughed at all. Amon didn't know.

He felt so warm. Your warmth was such a comfort to him. Just feeling your skin on his had his body lighting ablaze. Oh, your warmth.

Amon's breathing began to even out, but he clung to you with shaky hands anyways. Every so often, his breathing would hitch and you'd mumble to him sweet nothings.

He was so tired.

Amon was asleep before they knew it.