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[jokers-doll]

Dark F/O imagine . . .

They don’t love you. Or at least, that’s what everyone says…

You are their favorite toy: their pretty little doll. Nothing more, nothing less. And yet. Everyone knows the things they did to anyone who tried to hurt you. The things they’d do to anyone who so much as thought about hurting you. It’s exactly why—no matter how many enemies you seem to have or how many may hate you for the person stand beside—no one ever does…

So you tell them over and over that they’re wrong. They do love you. But they insist it’s possession. Just a twisted little obsession. “Not the same,” they say.

And sometimes? With all your f/o’s cruelty, and indifference…sometimes you almost believe them. Almost.

But then there’s another night you’re curled beside them in bed. You’re still awake when they reach for you in their sleep, craving your warmth. You catch the impish flash in their eyes and the wicked twitch of their lips every time you enter a room they’re in and you just know. You know how they need you, in ways no one but the two of you can understand.

They do love you, you say. It doesn’t matter if no one else believes you because you know that in their way, they do.