˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere ! lovesick ! phainon x fem ! reader
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 format ꒱ . . . oneshot
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . I tried my best to make him as pathetic as possible, phainon falls sick before the events of this fic, modern au, possible mischaracterization, sick phainon, stalking, yandere themes, yearner™ phainon
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . In which phainon becomes ill with a deadly “lovesickness” and falls head over heels for you, a waitress.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . I deadass had to research what happens when you fall in love for this fic, what a bad day to be aromantic. Anyways, YEARNER™ PHAINONNN!!!
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 1.8k
“Lovesickness. A strange, mysterious disease that has baffled both scientists and doctors since coming into contact with it. No one knows from what this strange sickness comes from nor do they know if it is contagious or not.
It is characterized by symptoms similar to falling in love such as euphoria, racing heartbeat, flushed skin, or “butterflies” in your stomach.
But later on, in untreated and more severe cases, it causes negative affects such as fever, chills, anxiety, paranoia, delusions, difficulty sleeping, obsession, violent thoughts, and mood swings. Especially when around their “lover.”
Sometimes the patient acts on their violent thoughts and cause serious harm to themselves, the one they “love,” or others.
Lovesickness is to not be compared with feelings of true love. It is a disease that, when gone untreated, can cause death. Some aren’t even aware that they have it until it is too late.”
It was a cold, Saturday afternoon when he entered the restaurant, he’s never been here before so he thought it’d be nice to try something new.
Once he was seated at him table, he looked over the menu a few times before his waiteress came by. “Hello, I’m Y/n and I’ll be your server for today. Would you like to start off with any drinks?”
My goodness, were you beautiful.
His mind went blank when he went searching for which words he was to say next.
“I’m Phainon… I- I mean… just a water, please,” he smiled awkwardly as he set his menu down. You tried to hide your laugh, that was embarrassing…
Her name is Y/n, He repeated your name over and over in his mind, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n…
I wonder what your last name is, He thought, Is it your own or does it belong to another?
My goodness, your spouse must be one lucky person to have you. He should’ve checked if you had any rings on your finger instead of stuttering like an idiot.
When you came back with his water, he examined your left hand. No wedding ring. Good, cause if you had one I would have killed—
“-Are you ready to order or do you need another minute or two?”
When Phainon got in his car, the very first thing he made sure he did was look you up online. He only knew your first name, but not many people are named “Y/n.”
Actually, your face was the first to pop up… on every app. Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, TikTok…
Well that was easier than I had expected… a bit too easy…
But that’s so unsafe, Y/n.
Who knows what kinds of creeps and weirdos are looking at your posts, admiring your pretty face, your body, your voice.
Thats why you need me, I need to protect you from those disgusting perverts who only want to take advantage of a sweet young woman like you.
Those “friends” of yours that you pose with in some of your posts don’t even compare to your beauty or personality. You deserve better people to be around, and I’m who you need.
And that’s exactly what he’ll do.
You know, it wasn’t extremely hard for Phainon to work his way into your life. It was exceedingly easy, actually.
He showed up to the restaurant you worked at everyday from then on. Yes, you weren’t always his waiter, but he went enough times for him to know what days and what times your shifts were. He would sit at a table or booth where he could get a good look at his surroundings, so he could watch you and say hi whenever he could.
Then, he would follow you home after your shift ended. Which was around 4 to 5pm in the evening.
You liked to get home before the sun sets, you must love watching the sunset as you drive. I do too.
He already knew your address after stalking you online for almost a month now, but finally getting to be there was totally different than just seeing it in the background of your Instagram posts.
And don’t forget your license plate number, he has it saved in his phone like it’s sacred. So he’ll never forget it, also so he could follow you around as you go about your daily life outside of work.
He found out who you hang around, what stores are your favorites, what fast food restaurants you frequent. Then, he’d show up there like it was a crazy coincidence.
It wasn’t long until you two became friends.
Then, you’ll fall for him.
You’ll fall just as hard as me.
“Phainon!” You shouted as you knocked on his apartment door a few times.
No answer.
“Phainon! It’s me, Y/n!!” You heard some movement from inside, then the door opened.
The man who stood before you in his pajamas was in fact Phainon, it would be quite stupid to describe him as anything other than unwell. We was visibly pale, yet his eyes lit up when he saw your face. “Hey, Partner!”
You could’ve sworn he started blushing.
“Phainon… are you alright?” You stepped into his house and reached up to place your hand against his forehead. He was burning up.
No wonder why you haven’t seen him recently. He’s usually everywhere then he suddenly… stopped. You were worried about him. “Yes, I’m fine… but I feel even better after seeing you…”
You shook your head and removed your hand from his forehead, “You’re clearly not fine, you’re running a fever!”
As you walked into his messy living space Phainon backed up, “I- I wasn’t expecting visitors…” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
You had never been to his home before yet he’s been to yours countless times, quite hilarious isn’t it?
After a bit of back-and-forth, you finally got Phainon to lay down in his bed. It was a bit less messy than his living room kitchen area signifying that he hasn’t been in here in a minute.
You examined his face as he stared up at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Like mentioned before, he was pale as a ghost yet his cheeks were a rosy color. His eyes carried dark circles and he was visibly cold.
“How long has it been since you last slept?” Your hands gently checked the temperature of his face due to his lack of a thermometer. But to him it felt like the adoring caress of his lover.
He sighed, “Honestly… I don’t remember. Maybe… a week? It’s been very difficult for me to stop my mind from racing to actually sleep.”
“I need to go pick up some medicine for you from the Pharmacy…” you grabbed your purse, “I’ll be right back—“
“-No… no! You can’t just… just leave me here…” he begged, weakly grabbing onto the hem of your shirt, the faintest hint of a pout on his lips.
If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought that he was a puppy begging for his owner to not go to work.
Hell, if you threw a stick he may just run and bring it back to you if he wasn’t so sick.
“Y/n…” he whined like a child.
“Phainon, let go of me.” You replied a bit too sternly.
He let go of you without another word.
Now you felt like an asshole.
You sighed, “I just need to pick up your medicine and come right back. I’ll be back in like… 30 minutes.”
“I told you, I’m not sick…”
“Sure,” you sighed. Why did he have to be so stubborn, just let me take care of you! “I just need to pick something up that’ll break your fever, that’s all.”
“Okay…”
You’ve been with Phainon for a week now and only seems to be getting worse.
You proposed the idea that he should be hospitalized but he either declines or denies that he’s even sick every time. He’s still able to move around but there hasn’t even been the slightest sign that his fever is going to break. And he has no other obvious symptoms than that. No cough, no sneeze, no aches or pains, nothing.
And you’re no professional yourself, the best you can do is research online. You typed his symptoms into the search bar and nothing came up. Great. You were just about to give up until you thought to include some of his more normal-ish symptoms.
Like, for example, he’s grown really clingy towards you and he has difficulty sleeping. And don’t get me started on his random mood swings.
After adding a few more words to your search, you find a website talking about “Lovesickness.”
The hell is “Lovesickness?”
You read the symptoms and all of them seem to align with whatever the fuck he has. Sure, you aren’t him so you won’t know all the details.
But you know this much: Phainon is in “love” with you.
That explains… so much, actually.
“Phainon!” You cried and ran into his room. He was sitting up in his bed, staring at something in his hand.
When you entered his room he threw the object on the ground and walked over to you, “Yeah, what is it, Partner?”
“I finally found out what you’re sick with!” You shove your phone in his face and he grabs it. He reads it over and over then hands your phone back to you. Why didn’t he react?
“This explains all of your weird symptoms and why your fever hasn’t broken. I don’t know if this disease can be cured, but we could possibly treat it—!”
“-What are you taking about?” Phainon frowns, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What do you mean…?”
“I- I’m not sick! We… we were meant to be, you and me!” Phainon’s cheeks burned red as he held you by your shoulders, his firm grip growing tighter.
“Phainon… you’re hurting me…!”
He paused, then loosened his grip yet still not quite letting you go, “Partner, don’t tell me you don’t feel our connection, too? Be- Because I know I’m not making this up…! This feeling that I’m feeling… I- it’s real, it’s so real it hurts!”
That look of desperation in his eyes made him look more like a kicked puppy than a man, you looked away.
“Okay… I believe you…” you sighed, a small, weak smile forming on your lips.
His cyan eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at your words, his hands left your shoulders.
He suddenly seemed… not desperate or on the verge of tears as he was before. That’s… odd…
“Oh my- I’m so glad you believed me, Partner… everybody else had me thinking I was loosing my mind…” he laughed, you forced a chuckle.
I thought he was just stubborn, no, he’s fucking crazy.
I hope he knows if this goes untreated for too long…
Phainon could die.
This beautiful comic is what inspired me to write this. Me when danijaci’s art 🤤🤤🤤🤤
I feel like yandere Phainon would have an INSANE savior complex. Like, “I MUST save you from all those evil people as if I’m any better!” “you NEED to be rescued because you looking in my direction must mean you’re in a situation only I can fix!!” Or I’m wrong and I should be executed on the spot.
that davo choking holding small dog & sweettalking video has done irreversible damage to me im afraid.....
like howwww?? i watched hundreds of his interview clips (media scrums and other more casual, completely non-hockey related interviews) even at boots & hearts he talked more or less in the same voice. i've never seen him talk with such inflection in his tone and cuteness aggression. and completely natural and in his element too.
ugh!! this video now lives rent free in my head & is responsible for the state of my mental health this weekendddd
