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dark-delights · 5 years

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Hi I'm new! Do you have any rules posted anywhere?

My main rule is no underage things. Thanks for asking!

#not yandere

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Yandere! Avengers as a whole? Maybe the reader is transported into the mcu and they all love the reader, they all decide to share somehow?? Please???

I tried my best! (And by ‘transported into the MCU’, I hope you meant through some sort of portal or something... If not, feel free to send in this ask again!)

★彡 Yandere!Avengers 彡★

You stare out unto the busy streets below, watching people go about their days like usual as you try to quell the stinging tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Tiny, streaking raindrops dot the window, obstructing your view some. You can’t find it in yourself to care though, the lump in your throat feeling heavy as you sniffle.

There’s a sudden, soft knocking at your door, startling you into action as you frantically scrub your blotchy face free of tears. It was most likely Tony and you didn’t want to worry him, lest he tells the others.

“Um, c-come in!” You call out, clearing your throat a bit and hoping you looked presentable enough. The door opens a crack, Tony popping his head through as he grins at you. You give a half-hearted smile in return.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” He begins, stepping into your makeshift bedroom fully. You give him an apologetic look, shrugging lamely. “And I didn’t see you at breakfast. Barton made your favourite.” You purse your lips.

“I just wasn’t feeling good, that’s all.” The dark-haired man hums, sensing that there was more to it but saying nothing. He then adorns an odd expression, inching closer to you with his eyebrows pinched together.

“Have you been crying?” You give no response, remaining silent, looking down at your sock-clad feet. Tony takes a seat on your bed, shifting closer to you, concerned.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” You sigh, running your hands through your hair as you mull over what to say. You decide to tell him the truth.

“Homesick,” You state simply, hands falling in front of you as you clasp them. “I miss my family. My friends. The life I had in my world.” He frowns, resting a consoling hand on your back. You appreciate the sweet gesture.

“You know the science bros are working as hard as we can,” He jokes lightly, nudging you with his shoulder. A thin-lipped smile crosses your features and you make a small noise of agreement despite your sullied mood.

Hearing the weary creak of a floorboard, you turn toward your door again, seeing Steve and Natasha tentatively standing there, the latter with a small gift bag in her hands. Tony perks up.

“Capsicle, Nat! Just the people I wanted to see,” He announces grandly, standing up and ushering them further into the room. The pretty red-headed woman rolls her eyes at the goateed man, approaching you tenderly. Steve pulls Tony aside and the two begin quietly whispering amongst each other. Natasha takes the dark-haired man’s previous spot on the bed, your knees touching.

“I brought you something,” She says, handing you the bag. You accept it with a, “Thank you,” slowly removing the brightly coloured tissue paper. An awed gasp escapes you as you pull the present out fully. Natasha watches you closely, gauging your reaction.

“Oh, Nat, I love it...” You murmur, slipping the simple corded bracelet onto your wrist, bringing her in for a tight hug. She returns the action happily, resting her cheek against yours before pulling away. You admire it once more.

The bracelet had a lone, gem-studded black widow threaded on a string of black leather. You could’ve sworn that the solid, black stone eyes of the spider kind of looked like cameras, but you shake thought from your head. It was a thoughtful gift nonetheless.

Natasha holds out her own wrist, wearing a similar bracelet to yours save for the bead, which was your favourite animal. You smile, feeling a bit happier than before, thanking her again.

When she and the others do kind things for you, it makes you feel a little selfish and spoiled. Here you are wishing and crying to go home when the Avengers themselves opened up theirs to you. Still, the longing to see your friends and family again prevails all else, but it seemed like it’d take a while for that to happen. At least you had supporting, caring people to look after you here while you waited.

If only you knew Bruce and Tony and all the others had long figured out a way to get you back, and that they were keeping that truth from you.

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dark-delights · 5 years

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I need a Yandere Thor and yandere Loki fighting over a human reader and she’s best friends with both and extremely oblivious to the constant fight to impress and win her over! (Please and thank you. Also love your blog, best yandere blog! 10/10)

Not a problem, and thank you! I’m glad you like my blog so far!

★彡 Yandere!Thor & Yandere!Loki 彡★

“My darling, won’t you spare me a little kiss? I’m feeling so drained this morning,” You shiver the slightest bit, Loki’s slow, melodious, and albeit dramatic words sending tingling chills down your spine. Smiling earnestly, you playfully push the trickster God away with an exasperated chuckle, shaking your head some.

"I told you not to call me that, Loki, the others may get the wrong idea," You scold half-heartedly, side-eyeing your flirtatious friend with a suspicious squint. He grins charmingly—cheeks dimpling—and shifts closer to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder.

"I won't lie to you, love, I wouldn't mind them getting that kind of idea," He admits, lips softly brushing against the bare flesh of your neck as he spoke. You huff out a laugh, thinking nothing of his words as you were used to his harmless trifling by now.

"You know my dad will kill you if he catches you flirting with 'his baby', right?" You warn passively, lulling your head back against the plush couch cushion. Loki hums, uncaring, and twirls a lock of your hair around his finger absentmindedly.

"Tony is simply over-protective," He says dismissively, peering down at you with an impish look on his face. "It won't deter any of my attempts at wooing you." You let out an amused snort, batting him away as you roll your eyes.

"You're crazy," He adorns an odd smile, petting your hair lovingly.

"Only for you, darling," The dark-haired man sings airily, watching delightedly as your cheeks bloom a pretty pink. He absolutely loves the sight of a flustered you, and he loves it even more when you dip your head down in an attempt to conceal your reaction.

"Ahem." You glance up at the owner of the sudden sound, seeing your good friend Thor standing over you with his hands on his hips. Loki keeps his eyes on you, disregarding the miffed blond man.

"What's going on here, brother?" He questions sternly, looking between the two of you disapprovingly. The trickster's expression remains neutral and disinterested.

"Did you hear something, (y/n)?" A flash of annoyance appears on Thor's face at his brother's feigned ignorance.

"Very funny," The bearded man remarks dryly, humour entirely absent from his words. Loki smirks haughtily, relishing in riling up his older sibling.

"Why thank you, I've been told I'm hilarious." The thunder God scoffs.

"To look at." He replies without missing a beat, earning an offended scowl from the man sitting next to you. You sigh as they continue to bicker back and forth, standing up. They pause, watching you leave.

"Look at what you've done, they loathe being around you!" Thor's mouth falls open in protest; their arguing increasing tenfold as they bounce the blame of your leave between them.

#yandere #yandere aesthetic #yancore #marvel #loki #thor #yandere loki #yandere thor #male yanderes #thor marvel #loki marvel #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #loki lives #yandere imagines #marvel imagines #mcu #obsessive

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dark-delights · 5 years

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Question: what’s your fav animal?? color?? food??? i just wanted to kno

Oh, um... To start off, I really, super duper, mega love cats! (I have four myself).

Secondly, I’m torn between pink, blue, and purple. (Which are coincidentally the colours of the bisexual pride flag.)

For your final question, any type of noodle! Ramen, bucatini, Noodle from Gorillaz, gnocchi...

Hope that answered your question(s)! :D

#not yandere

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dark-delights · 5 years

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I'm the one that requested the domino one shot and holy ****! I love it so much. It's even better than i was hoping for sljdflsf im addicted to your blog now thanks a lot. cx

I’m so happy you liked it, thank you for your continued support!

#not yandere #so sweet!

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dark-delights · 5 years

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To complete the Trinity ;) Yandere jealous Castiel (spn)? Thanks!

Consider the trifecta complete! (I hope you don’t mind the Royal!AU...)

★彡 Yandere!Castiel 彡★

Irritating, Castiel thinks as he twirls the stem of a flower around between his fingers, not voicing his opinion aloud. Through the small, leafy gaps of a trimmed topiary, the umber-haired man resentfully observes as Dean leans closer to you, whispering something unintelligible into your ear.

You pull away suddenly, hand flying to your mouth as you throw your head back with a laugh he utterly adores. It's a rich, lively, full-bellied giggle that makes a fond smile spread across Castiel's face. He could listen to it all day.

He's torn from his thoughts jarringly as Dean's boyish guffaws—unmanly as they are—split through the cool, open air of the royal garden. He scowls deeply, looking toward the owner of the noise with narrowed eyes.

Castiel was not a stranger to jealousy. On the contrary; he and the disgusting, repulsive feeling were familiar acquaintances. It plagues him to his very core. A thick, suffocating fog of envy that grows heavier with every second he stares at you and your princely companion.

Dean Winchester, the eldest son to the late King Winchester, is your betrothed—the man you're destined to marry and spend the rest of your life with. You and Dean are much obviously in love, one of the rare instances where an arranged marriage would thrive happily. Everyone knows how eagerly the two of you await your wedding day.

But for poor, lonely Castiel? That fateful day will serve as a cruel reminder for what he desperately wishes to have...

And for what is so agonizingly out of reach.

#yandere #yandere aesthetic #yancore #supernatural #supernatural imagines #castiel #yandere spn #castiel spn #yandere castiel #yandere imagines #yandere supernatural #obsessive #royal au #jealous

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dark-delights · 5 years

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i hope that your holidays were well this year!

Thank you so much, I hope yours went well too! (Happy New Years to those who are celebrating right now!)

#not yandere #new year 2019

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dark-delights · 5 years

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Um do you think you could do a Yandere Deapool with a scared s/o that tried to escape but he ends up getting her. (If you dont wanna do the request I understand) -☯️Peace

I sure can! Hope you like it, Peace!

★彡 Yandere!Deadpool 彡★

In the dim, half-light of night, the street down below looked eerie. It wasn’t just that it was a still, uneventful evening; the air simply didn’t move. The avenue was dead and devoid of people, the leaves on the ground completely stationary.

It was a perfect opportunity to try and escape, with Wade being gone and there being no witnesses present. Sure, the single-paned, glass window would cut like a bitch once you jumped out, and the pavement that awaited you was guaranteed to break a few bones, but you were desperate to leave this nightmare behind. Even if that meant you got hurt in the process.

Letting out a slow, controlled breath, you turn away from the window and glance around the cramped, messy apartment you unwillingly shared with the deranged, mutant mercenary. Wade’s dirty clothes were strewn about the place, the kitchen an utter disaster. Cameras were propped in the peeling-paint corners of the room, constantly monitoring you.

It was more like a prison cell than a home.

Sighing quietly, you grab your bag from the end of the old couch, slinging it over your shoulder. You only packed the necessities; a couple of changes of clothes, a handful of cash, and a pink taser your captor liked for you to use on him during sex. Just in case you ran into some trouble.

You turn and face the window again, steadying your nerves as you take a few steps back, heart racing erratically. Adrenaline pumping, you dash toward the glass and jump, sharp shards cutting into you upon impact.

Terrified and falling fast, you scramble to align yourself with your feet facing down, hoping that you didn't land on your head. You squeeze your eyes shut, screaming.

You hit the ground suddenly, feeling something crack as you wheeze, the air knocked out of you. Crying out, you grunt and roll over, shattered glass crunching beneath your sluggish movements. Your bag lay a few inches near, contents spilling out.

Panting, you plant your hands down on the concrete, not caring about the pieces of glass that dug into your palms. With a weak gasp, you push yourself up, groaning pathetically as your twisted foot throbs with white-hot pain. God, it hurt so much, but you had to power through it if you wanted to successfully escape.

“Well, fuck me sideways,” Your blood runs ice cold at the oh so sickeningly familiar voice. “Did you just Mary Poppins’ your way out of the window? You look like shit!”

“W-Wade,” You rasp hoarsely, horrified. He hums noncommittally, nudging you with his shoe, his carefree tune taking on a dangerous edge. It was clear that he was pissed.

“Upsie daisy,” He announces, leaning down and picking you up. You put up no fight, exhausted and weary in his arms. Wade smiles grimly underneath his signature black and red mask, shaking his head.

“I’m glad I found you on time, baby,” You stay silent, defeated. “I’m sure that fall was about as fun as a sandpaper dildo fucking you in the ass, right?”

"Let's go back inside,"

#yandere marvel imagines #yandere #yancore #yandere aesthetic #marvel #deadpool #deadpool 2 #yandere marvel #yandere imagines #marvel imagines #yandere deadpool #male yandere #deadpool imagines #marvel x reader #x reader imagines #x you

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Nice!

#not yandere #omfg??#this is satanic goals #thank you guys so much!#ill post in a bit

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dark-delights · 5 years

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yandere 707 after he finds out his s/o was planning on going out with her RFA friends? uwu 💓

One possessive red-head coming right up!

★彡 Yandere!707 彡★

"Are you sure you don't want to stay home, honey? With me?" Saeyoung prompts pleadingly, pouting as you shake your head and bend down to slip on your shoes. "We can binge-watch your favourite show together and cuddle all night. It'll be perfect!"

"We've been over this three times already," You chide lightly, placing your hands on your hips as you talk directly to the bespectacled red-head in the spinning desk chair. "Besides, you're still welcome to come along. I'm sure the others miss you." But Saeyoung didn't miss them. He was perfectly content with just spending all his time with you. Alone.

"Can't. I have work to do." He lies flatly, turning around to face his computer monitor dismissively. You huff, rolling your eyes, and grab your car keys. The pale man stays put in his chair, fuming silently, before coming up with an idea.

With a flurried blur of hurriedly typed code, the front door and every other exit in the apartment locks. He hears you curse loudly, soon realizing what he'd done.

Guess you really had no choice but to stay home with him in the end, huh?

#yandere #yandere aesthetic #yancore #mystic messenger #mysme 707 #mm 707 #yandere 707 #yandere mystic messenger #yandere imagines #mystic messenger imagines #yandere x reader #x reader imagines #x reader #obsessive #lovesick #abuse tw #maybe???

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dark-delights · 5 years

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Do you write borderlands? If so, could I please get some Yan Wilhelm? ‘//u//‘

I do! And you absolutely can!

★彡 Yandere!Wilhelm the Enforcer 彡★

“Can you please untie me?” You plead, vainly struggling within the confines of your sturdy chains. Wilhelm disinterestedly looks up from his latest robotic project, disorganized tools scattered around him.

“No,” He replies gruffly, returning his attention to the intricate metal piece he held in his large, calloused hands. You huff, growing irritated at his constant refusal.

“I’ll scream for the others.” You threaten unsurely, not entirely confident as your voice wavers some. The bearded man snorts, chuckling deeply as he shakes his head.

“They know better than to touch my stuff, sweetheart,” He says casually, amusement apparent in his tone. “Besides, I’ll kill ‘em if they even breathe in yer direction.” You let out a defeated sigh, chains lightly rattling with your movements.

“I’m sick of being dragged around like luggage,” You complain childishly, idly observing the stern-faced man work. He hums flatly, half-listening to you speak while he fiddles with the mechanical parts of his weapon. “You’re going to get me killed.”

Wilhelm stops abruptly, slamming his tools down on his messy, cluttered workbench. You jump, startled, and he looks you straight in the eyes, scowl deeply etched into his features. You swallow thickly, nervous.

“That ain’t ever happenin’, got that?” His barbed words were spoken lowly, punctuated with a tone of direct decisiveness. You nod, not wanting to push him further. “Good. Now shut your pie-hole.” He commands roughly, eyeing you for another tense moment or so before continuing his tinkering where he left off.

#yandere #yandere aesthetic #borderlands #yancore #wilhelm the enforcer #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere imagines #x reader imagines #x reader #borderlands imagines #borderlands the pre sequel #wilhelm borderlands #obsessive #lovesick

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dark-delights · 5 years

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Do you write for seraph of the end? I’m so glad that found your blog. Your writing is really good.

I do! And thank you so much!

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dark-delights · 5 years

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I feel bad for asking but could I have more yandere Shinguji please? How about when his s/o tries to run away to the other drv3 characters like Kirumi or Shuichi.

Don’t feel bad, I don’t mind at all!

★彡 Yandere!Korekiyo Shinguji 彡★

With every hurried stride you make, your mind becomes more clear—more resolute—as if the growing physical distance between you and Korekiyo created an emotional chasm. Kirumi's room was just up ahead, and with that, came hope. You were so close!

But with a rough shove, you're slammed against the wall of the school hallway, your vision spotting black. Disoriented, it takes you a minute to ground yourself, and when you do, you realize that someone has their hand around your throat; squeezing tightly enough to cause some discomfort.

"Where were you trying to run off to, my little minx?" Korekiyo speaks lowly, his voice a practical hiss as he tightens his grip, long nails digging into your throat. You weakly gasp for breath, the fires of fury and hostility smoldering within his narrowed, medallion-coloured hues.

You put up a pathetic fight, clawing at his hand desperately as your head begins to pound, feeling like it was stretching and on the brink of exploding. The center of your chest begins to burn and your eyes sting with tears; you know you're on the verge of passing out.

Finally, he relents and lets go, watching blankly as you double over and cough, wheezing brokenly. When you finally catch your breath, he grabs ahold of your hand, dragging you to God knows where.

He was never going to let you out of his sight again.

#yandere #yandere aesthetic #yancore #danganronpa v3 #yandere male #yandere korekiyo #korekiyo shinguji #drv3 killing harmony #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #x reader imagines #danganronpa imagines #x reader #x you #x (y/n)#yandere danganronpa #choking tw #drv3 kirumi #abuse tw

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dark-delights · 5 years

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Would you mind writing a yandere Loki ( or any marvel character of your choice ) where he plays dress up with the reader? Obvious the reader is beautiful on her own but this close, as he paints a smile on her perfect lips he can’t help but fall more in love.

It would be my pleasure! Enjoy!

★彡 Yandere!Loki Laufeyson 彡★

“Won’t you hold still, darling?” Loki implores gently, pouting a bit. You grunt noiselessly, struggling and revolting against the foul magic that bound you to the plush chair. You wanted to scream a long, furious string of profanities at the God but found that your lips were sealed shut, preventing you from speaking a word.

You’d been forced into a flowy, loosely-fitting, emerald-coloured ballgown against your will by your captor in another one of his sick games of dress up. Oh, how you absolutely loathed his perverse hands on your body as he carefully undressed you. You wanted nothing more than to pummel his smug, shit-eating face into the concrete.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be,” He scolds, mildly annoyed at your rebellious behaviour. "Is it really that difficult to cooperate? You're acting like a child." You fume silently, glaring at him. The wavy, black-haired man sighs and waves his hand around a bit, and you suddenly find that you're straightened upright, unable to move, period.

"That's much better. Now, where was I..." Loki mutters to himself, dabbing a multitude of powders onto his brush and painting your face to his liking. Of course, you knew that he loved you just the same without it—no matter how twisted his 'love' was—but he found that dollying you up with makeup made him feel serene and warm on the inside. You were his most beloved little toy after all.

After another while or so of him having his fun, Loki pulled back to admire his work. With a pleased look on his face, he conjured up a hand mirror with his magic, allowing you to peer at your reflection as well.

You had to admit, he did a very good job. The makeup complimented your complexion and brought out the colour of your eyes, along with making your lips seem fuller than normal.

But you'd never tell him that.

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Yandere possessive dean Winchester PLEASE?? 🙏🏻

Coming right up!

★彡 Yandere!Dean Winchester 彡★

“Where were you?” A gruff voice inquires; masked fury, entitlement, and unlawful jurisdiction dripping from the harshly spoken words. You stop dead in your tracks, quietly shutting the door before calmly turning to face your less than happy boyfriend. You’d know that hardened expression anywhere, the one that always screamed that there was going to be a fight.

“Out,” You reply simply, not wanting to deal with his crap. Dean’s furrowed brows lift some and he chuckles gravelly, licking his lips and shaking his head as he clenched his jaw. You eye him warily, crossing your arms.

“‘Out’,” He parrots almost disbelievingly, laughing dryly once again. You couldn’t hear a single trace of humour in it. “Well, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic. Did you have fun?” You narrow your eyes, knowing full well what he was implying and not liking it one bit.

As of late, the brunette’s paranoia and distrust of your loyalty have led him to the outrageous conclusion that you were cheating on him. You weren’t, of course, but despite telling him that over and over, he still didn’t believe you. And honestly, you were starting to get irritated.

“I’m not doing this again, Dean.” You state with an edge of finality in your tone, attempting to walk past him. He lurches for your arm, grabbing it and roughly whirling you around. You grunt, his nails beginning to claw into your soft flesh.

“I wasn’t finished,” He growls lowly, squeezing your arm tighter. You cry out, yelling at him to let you go, but your pleas fall on deaf ears. “You think I don’t see the way you flirt with other people? With Sam?” The strong scent of alcohol lingers on his breath. He’d been drinking.

“Dean, let me go, now.” You demand, your fear steadily rising. This was the first time one of your fights ever got physical, and it only seemed to be escalating.

“I’m so sick of it!” Dean shouts as he jostles you around, only seeming to grow more agitated. “I know you’re cheating on me!” He roars, hurt apparent in his voice. He still doesn’t let go, leaving you with no other option.

You sock him in the nose, freeing yourself once he fell to the ground. Dean groans hoarsely, cupping his face as his nose dripped copious amounts of blood. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, you run off farther into the bunker, immediately dialling Sam’s number. It rings and goes straight to voicemail.

“Fuck,” You whisper, trying again. Still no answer.

“Baby!” Dean calls out, pounding footsteps echoing across the linoleum hallway. You hold your breath, falling completely still, your heart beating much faster than it’s meant to. “I can’t...you can’t leave me... (y/n)!”

He was still desperately shouting your name but somehow, among the commotion, you hear the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking.

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Hey! Can i possibly request a yandere!dominio (from deadpool) x female reader p please? Throw in as many pounds of angst as you can, pleeeeease :)

You got it! (And angst, huh? I hope I did well!)

★彡 Yandere!Domino 彡★

“Are we going to pretend like nothing happened?” Domino inquires calmly, taking a casual bite of her meal as she awaits your response. You keep your gaze level with your plate of untouched food, remaining silent. The faucet slowly drips fat drops of water into the echoing sink, but neither of you moves to stop it. You just sit there.

“It wasn’t what it looked like,” You finally say, struggling to keep your voice steady. If your words wavered even in the slightest bit, the woman sitting across the table would be able to see through your smoke and mirrors instantly. She seemed to have a knack for that.

"Then tell me what the fuck you were doing halfway out the window," Domino snaps, making you flinch some. You can feel the disturbed fear in your chest threatening to take over as a cold, clammy sweat begins to dot the nape of your neck. "Well?" She prompts impatiently.

You let out a quiet, controlled breath, attempting to loosen up your stiff, mechanical body movements. You slowly lift your head to face her fully, noting her eerily composed, stoic expression that showed nothing of what she was thinking. The faucet continues to drip.

"I just wanted to go out and bathe a bit in the sun. Being cooped up like this all day isn't good for, um, th-the baby..." You croak hoarsely, subconsciously placing a hand over the swelling of your stomach. Domino sighs heavily, threading her fingers through her dark brown curls as she reflects upon your admittance.

"Alright," She says gently, believing you. "But next time, just wait for me so that I can go out with you, okay? We got lucky this time. What if someone saw you and, I don't know, took you?" Then you'd be free.

"I know. I'm sorry," You mumble, voice downtrodden and feigning sincerity. "It won't ever happen again. I love you, Doms." She gives a wry smile, revealing the bronze glow of her cheeks as she reaches her hand across the table. You do the same, intertwining your fingers with hers.

"I love you too, baby," She professes, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and standing up. "Now finish your food; you're eating for two, y'know." She teases, picking up her plate and silverware. You chuckle lightly, but its devoid of humour.

The warm, tawny-coloured woman brushes past you on her way toward the sink, leaning down and giving you a quick peck on the lips, smiling into the kiss. It's bittersweet on your end.

Picking up your fork, you disinterestedly poke and prod at your food, only taking small mouse-like bites here and there. It takes you a while to clean your plate, as everything tasted like tough cardboard no matter how much you chewed.

That night, as you laid in bed with Domino's arm wrapped around your waist and stomach, you allow yourself to cry. You had hope before, albeit little, but now? Now, you were sufficiently trapped in this hell of an apartment with no means of escape and a baby on the way.

You continued to sob and sniffle silently, not stopping until your pillow was drenched in tears and your emotionally exhausted body was ultimately forced to get some rest.

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Y.A.A.S

You

Are

Amazing

Sunshine!!

.....im sorry for calling you sunshine :,)

BUT YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING

#AAAAA THANK YOU!!!!#im going to cry you guys are too nice to me #also i dont mind being called sunshine #or any pet name really haha #love you guys!#im so glad you guys like what i write :3 #submission

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