Celebrity Interracial Imagines

Leonardo Dicaprio x Reader

WARNING: This Leonardo Dicaprio x Reader contains content regarding self harm.

   Y/N'S POV

  "Leo, where are you going?"

  Leonardo chuckled and rubbed his chin saying,"Baby, I'm going to the bathroom. Can I go to the bathroom?"

  "No, you cannot go to the bathroom. How do I know you're not going to try to escape?"

  "Why would I try to escape, Mrs. Dicaprio?"

  "Do you see what you look like? Anywhere you go, I have to worry about some model snatching you away. I like to think I'm a model myself, but your fans don't think so."

  I felt his arms around me, and he said,"You shouldn't worry, Y/N. I married you for many reasons, and I'm happy with you. I really am."

  I looked back at him and said,"I make you happier than Rose?"

  Leonardo laughed and nodded saying,"You make me happier than Rose did."

  Leonardo gave me several kisses, before he sat down in the living room. I stayed back in the kitchen and looked over at the drawer on the right side of me. While Leonardo's eyes were fixed on the television screen, I slowly opened the kitchen drawer and reached for the knife that was calling my name.

  "Y/N, are you still coming to my premiere tonight?"

  I immediately looked away from the knife and at Leonardo, who was now beside me.

  He asked me,"What are you doing?"

  I lied saying,"Just cleaning up a little. I wouldn't miss your premiere, Leo. I'm your date."

  Leonardo nodded and said,"I'm going to lie down for a bit. You coming?"

  I shook my head saying,"No. You go and get your rest. I'll wake you up when it's time to start getting ready for your premiere."

  Leonardo just smiled at me, before he walked up to me and kissed my forehead. He held on for a while, until he turned around and headed up to our bedroom. The second I heard the bedroom door close, I picked up the knife and ran it through my messed-up skin. As the blood dripped onto the kitchen floor, my tears followed not to long after.
  I wasn't perfect, and that was the problem. Who knew if Leonardo really wanted a divorce and just hadn't said anything? Who knew if he was even tempted to be with other women? It was only me, right? Once I put the knife down, I cleaned it off and the floor. Then, I just looked at the fresh marks on my skin. Eventually, I cleaned off the blood on my arms and just cried myself to sleep.

  When I woke up, it just happened to be the exact time for me to wake Leonardo up. I cleaned off my face and walked to our bedroom, before I gently shook Leonardo.

  He rested his hand on my face and asked me,"You ready?"

  I shook my head saying,"No, but you should get ready. I'm going to get ready now."

  Leonardo sat up, and I got ready in the room downstairs. I couldn't get the back of my dress, and I felt a couple of kisses on my back. Then, Leonardo zipped up the back of my dress and fixed it to where it looked right on me.

  Instead of smiling at me, he just stared at something on the floor. That was when I noticed he was really looking at my arms.

  Before I could make a run for it, he pulled me into his arms and said in a demanding tone,"Tell me how long you've been doing this, Y/N."

  Tears poured down my face, and I said,"We have to get to your premiere. This, this can wait."

  "No, it can't wait. It needs to stop. Please tell me, Y/N."

  I looked down between both of my arms saying,"I've been doing it for three months now."

  "Three months?"

  Tears formed in Leonardo's eyes as he said to me,"No. You're too important to me to be hurting yourself like this. Why are you hurting yourself?"

  I admitted to Leonardo,"I've enjoyed being married to you, Leo, but I..I'm not on the same level as you. I..I'm not perfect, and..and I never know when it'll be my last day with you. Everyone always takes pity on me about how I look, and..and I can never live up to everyone's standards. I love you, I do, but you deserve better."

  As tears fell down Leonardo's face, he rubbed my arms saying,"Y/N, I don't want you hurting yourself anymore, okay? You're amazing, and your heart is unlike anyone I've ever been with. You don't have to be perfect. I'm not perfect, and neither are you. That's okay, Y/N, and you just continue to be the woman that you are. Everyone else's standards are too high, and they will never be matched by anyone, but you, Y/N, you have surpassed all of my standards years ago."

  "Leo.."

  "I mean it, Y/N. Promise me you won't hurt yourself anymore. Promise me."

  "I promise. But what if I want to do it again?"

  "Then, you tell me. And after you tell me, I'll help you or someone else will help you. Okay?"

  "Okay."