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Keep Your Eyes On Me Part 1 (Darkxreader)

         An incessant pounding on your door eventually pulled you from your warm cocoon of sleep. You glanced at your phone, four in the goddamn morning. Someone was going to die. You rose with a groan, slipping on sweats and a putting on a sports bra under your tank top. You stumbled out of your room, your body knowing the way in the dark, but your mind wasn't quite there yet. You cracked open the door, wedging your foot behind it. Through the crack, you could see Darkiplier standing in the dim hallway of your apartment building. Your eyes were squinted against the light, but you could still see that something was very wrong. Dark's hair was disheveled like he'd run his fingers through it repeatedly. His nice suit was crumpled and stained, and also soaked like he'd been running in the rain. The shadows under his eyes were even deeper than normal and his dark aura seemed to glow and pulse, glitching every now and then.

"Dark? Where the hell have you been? Mark's been freaking out, nobody's seen you in days" he swayed a little bit where he stood, and you opened the door wider in case you had to catch him. "Jesus dude, what's wrong? You look like hell" he braced one hand against the doorframe for balance, eyes wide and darting."I-I had to get out. Get out. Get out. Suff-ff-ffocating me. Ran." His knees started to buckle slowly so you rushed to grab him. He was soaked through and now you could feel him shivering fiercely.

"Oh my god Dark, you're freezing. Were you out in the rain?" he leaned heavily against you, looking down at himself in confusion.

"Don't know" he mumbled. You half-dragged the much larger man inside and sat him down on the couch.

"What do you mean you don't know? Do you not remember getting wet?" when he looked up at you again his dark eyes were large and something very close to panic lurked in them

"Lost... lost in my head... couldn't get out. Scared... dying. I couldn't-" he paused like he was fighting for air. "I couldn't breathe" your movements slowed from where you were reaching for a throw blanket. You let your hands drop. You moved to kneel in front of Dark, looking up at him.

"Did you have an anxiety attack?" he just looked at you helplessly. "Are you all right now? Do you still feel like you can't breathe?" he nodded, looking away in shame. A soft shudder ran through his body. You shifted on the ground, uncomfortable with seeing such a strong man brought so low, but you'd be damned before you let him suffer like this without trying to help.

"May I touch you?" you asked quietly, trying to be calming. There was a long moment where he just stared at you warily. You let out the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding when he slowly nodded. You took both of his icy hands in your own. His shaking increased so you squeezed his hands.

"Dark look at me," he met your eyes again. "You can breathe. Your lungs work. Your heart is still beating. You are still alive and you are not dying okay?" you kept your voice calm and even. He didn't move but his eyes didn't leave yours. "You're safe. Nothing is going to hurt you. Can you try to take a deep breath?" his eyes dropped again and he took a shuddering breath. "Keep your eyes on mine. As long as you keep your eyes on me and keep breathing you'll get through this" his eyes snapped up again, but it was clear he didn't believe you. A part of you felt incredibly foolish to do this but you'd seen a lot of your friends have panic attacks and this always seemed to work with them; giving them an anchor to focus on. You took a deep breath and started again.

"Can you feel your heart beating?" he shook his head

"No" he whispered. "I can't feel anything" you dropped one of his hands and found his pulse at his neck, you picked up his hand again and placed it on his pulse. His eyes followed you the entire time. You noticed bright red scratches on his neck above his collar but decided to ignore them for now.