DARLING (yanderes x reader)

XXIII- belonging

Penelope groaned out a frustrated sigh, the scent of burnt baked goods filling her kitchen. It was the third time in a row she messed up her preparation and she was this close to letting out the scream that had been swelling at her core.

She didn't understand. Usually baking was her favourite thing to do apart from hanging out with Jasper and going on a shopping spree. But today baking was doing very little to appease her mind and help her focus on something else than the unpleasant thoughts in her head.

She had tried baking her favourite earl grey and lavender glazed cookies, had tried making her infamous chocolate and raspberry muffins, her simple apple crumble... Nothing had made it through the baking process, it had all ended up burnt in her oven.

Penelope gazed down at the overcooked apple crumble with a scrunched up nose. It looked more like charcoal than edible food.

"Fuck it." She spat and unceremoniously slammed the baking tray on the kitchen counter.

And Penelope wasn't one to curse usually, but honestly when it was just herself all alone in the kitchen, Penelope didn't care much for decency. She leaned over the counter, drumming her manicured nails on the wooden surface.

Penelope really needed to get a grip. But just as soon as this thought crossed her mind another image of Jasper and the pretty (h/c) haired girl he considered his Darling flashed through her mind. Of Jasper cupping her smooth cheek, of his hands around her waist, of Jasper leaning in to kiss her plump lips...

Envy coiled at Penelope's core like a snake, its venom spreading through her bloodstream and invading her every thought.

These scenarios disgusted her.

But somehow... Not in the way they should.

Indeed, Penelope should have been disgusted by the thought of someone else touching and kissing her Jasper. He was her Darling after all, she would be damned before anyone else other than herself got to kiss him. He was hers.

So why was her stomach coiling in on itself with jealousy at the thought of Jasper touching this girl? It just didn't make any sense. Penelope was in love with Jasper and didn't even know the name of this random homewrecker. Hell, she hadn't even talked to her! So why was she jealous of Jasper?

Was Penelope going crazy? Honestly, she felt like she was. This had to be it, as why else would she be feeling like this? Why else would she be thinking about this random girl and her sunshine-like smile, her bright (e/c) eyes and her stupid gorgeous face, instead of thinking about her darling Jasper?

Penelope needed to get rid of this girl, and fast. Before she actually lost it.

But for that, Penelope needed more than an address. She needed a name, the girl's daily routine and much more. She wouldn't risk telling Artty to kill the girl in her home, it would be too messy and family members could interfere.

No, Penelope needed to know more about this girl in order to calculate the best time for Artty to strike. That is, if Artty accepted to do her bidding, but Penelope had a feeling he would. He was desperately in love with her, after all, and a Sadistic. Sadistics didn't mind getting their hands bloody.

Yeah, as soon as this girl died, Penelope wouldn't have these funny thoughts any more or this funky feeling in her chest.

Things would go back to normal.

Or at least, that is what Penelope told herself for reassurance. It didn't even cross her mind that maybe, just maybe, her feelings were starting to change. That maybe Jasper had never been the one she was meant to fall for, and that her Infection had chosen someone else for her.