strawberry-storybook

[strawberry-storybook]

I'm one to remember.

Chapter one

Pairing: Yandere! Changbin x G/n Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warning: Yandere Behaviour, Kidnapping, being tied up, obsessive behaviour, swearing, stockholm syndrome,

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: The Lucas story will be on hold until further notice. I’m not sure I like how it was going, so I wanted to start a new one. Please enjoy!

Street lights slowly faded past your eyes as you regained your consciousness, the silence in the air looming over you. It takes you a moment to realize you were restrained, only noticing once you went to reach for the window. You pulled and tugged, unsure if your hands were just stuck or if it was rope, and your biggest nightmare. All your fears were confirmed when you heard a voice to your left, one that seemed unrecognizable to you.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’ll get ropeburn.” The man spoke softly, though your head still jolted around to see who it was. The face wasn’t anyone you knew, but they looked pleasant. Very happy and calm. You were a little panicked, as you should be, but the man's calm demeanor seemed to bring you some sense of calmness.

“Who are you exactly? And why am I tied to the seat of your car?” You questioned softly, unsure of if the question would anger him. Your goal was to stay calm, and to keep him calm as well. You were unsure of what this man was capable of. To be fair, he got you into his car, and you had no idea he had even done so.

“You’ll find out soon enough, beautiful. As for why you’re tied to my seat, well you were a little drunk. You got a little aggressive to yourself and others, so I didn’t have much of a choice” Oh. You were drunk, that explained why you had no memory of the night. You don’t even remember planning, or going out at all, you didn’t even seem dressed up enough to go out. You were wearing what you usually wore around the house.

“Oh, well thank you I suppose. Maybe I was a little drunk beforehand, because I do not look ready to go out at all” You laughed, feeling slightly more comfortable around this man. He seemed nice enough, he was helping you after all, what could possibly be wrong. “So where are we going? This area doesn’t look familiar at all. I hope you weren’t just driving around waiting for me to wake.” You said, worried about the gas prices and how you would pay him back for all this.

“No, don’t worry about it, lovely. I was just taking you home, we live pretty far out from where we were partying. I think you’ll really love it.” You tilted your head at that, curious as to why he was saying we instead of I. “There's water in the cup holder that I brought for you. You might want to drink it, you were pretty drunk so you need more fluids. So please, drink.

You just nodded and took a swig of the water. It tasted funny, but you just assumed it was old water, since you were unsure of how long you were out for. “So, what did you mean by ‘WE live pretty far out’? Do you live with family?” You questioned, tilting your head. You were very curious about this man that seemed to be a blessing, though there were underlying details stating he was no such thing.

“I guess you could say I'm moving in with family” He smiled and glanced over at you, watching as you struggled to keep your eyelids open. “You’re going to be my new family, darling. We’re going to live together and love each other, and eventually I’ll fill you with my babies. Doesn’t that sound nice, love?”

You’re out cold, having only processed enough to know what he said before you were out. Would you remember? That is a question to be answered when you wake up. He pulled into the driveway of a decent sized cottage and parked, stepping out of his side after making sure you were still asleep. He came around and scooped you into his arms, carrying you into the cottage and into the master bedroom. He gently bound your wrists to the headboard and smiled, looking down at you.

He sat on the edge of the bed and just stroked his hand along your cheek, a wide smile just plastered on his face. You were beautiful to him, an absolute god sent to earth and shine your light. Though, he only wanted you to shine your light onto him. “What would I do without you, Y/n. I’m so glad we can be together now.” He whispered before kissing your cheek, and exiting the room.

You woke up about an hour later, instantly going to rub your eyes. The ropes, for the second time today, denied you from doing anything with your hands You tugged and squirmed, yelping each time you felt the ropes cut into your skin slightly. And then the sound of footsteps on the wood floors, slowly approached the door and stopped, the door swinging open. It was just the man from the car, though he was more cleaned up now. He wore black leather pants and a black dress shirt that was undone two buttons down.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I was afraid I might have slipped too much into your water. How do you feel?” Your eyes widened in confusion. He drugged you? He was supposed to be a nice guy, but apparently he was quite the opposite. “I feel fine, these ropes are cutting into my skin though. Could you maybe let me out of them? I’m not drunk anymore.” You pleaded.

He just shook his head “No, love. I think there might be something wrong. You blacked out earlier and just tried to hit me. I think I’ll leave you there until I know you’re not aggressive anymore. Just don’t move too much and the ropes shouldn’t hurt you, baby.” He said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed once again

“Don’t lie to me. I want you to tell me who you are, and what exactly you’re doing!” You shouted at him, a little louder than you really wanted to be with him. Keep him calm, keep him calm. His face didn’t really change at your outburst, only watching a gentle smile fall onto his lips.

“I’m Seo Changbin, it really is nice to finally get to meet you. But I really am just here to make sure you’re safe, and take care of you. And then to start a family, our family. That sounds really nice to me.” He smiled, watching the way your face morphed with a bit of fear “So be good for me, okay? I’d hate to have to punish you for trying to leave our family.”

You just decided to nod, understanding this man was not playing around with you. You’d figure this out later, now you just needed to lay low.

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Opinions?

I'm trying to decide if I want to continue with my Lucas story. I've sort of lost the motivation to work on it, and its just affecting how much work I'm actually putting out.

Do you guys like the story? Or would you like to see a better put together long term story?

[strawberry-storybook]

Animals

Request: Yes.

Pairing: Mark Lee x Fem Reader

Genre: Heavy Angst, Some fluff.

Warning: Mentions of self harm, self destructing thoughts, mental torture, 

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Big thanks to @yourjaylaks​ for this request! I’m totally writing this author's note before writing the actual story, but I really enjoyed your request! Sorry it took so long to get out, I really hope you enjoy it. Without further ado, this is…

Animals

It was a cold morning in the city of Seoul, the wind blowing the rain harshly against her bedroom window. Y/n was still laid up in bed with her lover, Mark Lee. Snuggled into his arms under the blankets, she could easily say she was the happiest girl in the world. Who wouldn’t want to date THE Mark Lee? 

Though the outside of the apartment they were sharing was cold, she couldn’t be warmer. Not only physically, from the soft warmth her lover radiated with each breath, and the soft touch of the blanket on her skin, but inside too. She had this warm fuzzy feeling that had been in her stomach ever since Mark had laid his eyes on her. 

She was in love, head over heels for the man that laid in the bed with her. Knowing that he would do anything for her, and she would do just the same. She would bend over backwards for him, and she knew she could fall back into his arms if she ever needed it. 

“That’s what I would’ve told you two months ago” She said softly, speaking to the ever so sweet boy that would always listen to what she had to say. Over the short period of 6 months her and Mark had been dating, Doyoung had grown like a brother to her. He always came to make sure she was okay, and making sure Mark was treating her right. He always was, and always will. That was one thing she was sure of, but it wasn’t him that was tearing their relationship walls down. 

“Listen Y/n, I know it's really hard right now. Honestly when I get hate, I just try to ignore it and move on.” Doyoung told her gently, trying his best to ease the situation. She’d always received hate, from the very second it was released that Mark Lee had a girlfriend. Though in these past 2 months, it had gotten really bad. From hate mail, to inbox spamming, to death threats. It didn’t make any sense to her. Why was she not allowed to be happily in love. Because she chose to love an idol, that's why.

The two of them talked for what seemed like hours, though it had only been around 20 minutes. She told Doyoung she was feeling much better, but in all honesty, nothing had changed. She was still, iffy about this whole situation she had going with Mark. She wasn’t sure she was built for this kind of relationship with how terrible it had been.

Once Doyoung had left, she pulled out her laptop and decided to browse through comments. She just wanted to see the horrible things people were saying today. It was a toxic trait, she had to know what people were saying, even if it broke her to read such things being said about her relationship. So she sat there for hours, scrolling and scrolling through comment after comment.

“She’s such a ugly pig, I don’t know what he sees in her” 

“Imagine dating THE Mark Lee looking like you were raised in a barn”

“Kill yourself ugly bitch”

They got nastier as she scrolled, everytime she read one thinking it couldn’t get any worse. She was so caught up in the comments that were slowly breaking her heart, that she hadn’t even heard the door open and close. She was only startled when she looked up to see Mark, her true love, standing in the doorframe of their shared bedroom.

“Hey baby, How’s my Princess doing?” He asked, slowly sitting himself down on the end of the bed, rubbing his hand up her leg tenderly. God he was so gentle with her, it almost made her heart shatter just a little more inside. How could someone so sweet and caring, not know what she was feeling on the inside? 

“I’m okay, I was just catching up on some reading. I feel like I haven’t read enough lately” She said with a chuckle. She closed the laptop and sat it on the desk beside her, sitting up straighter to greet him with a kiss. “How was your day? Practicing hard for your next comeback I assume?” She said softly, though she didn’t exactly smile.

Dating an idol was hard. You didn’t get very much time to see them. Their schedules were always backed up, they practiced for ridiculous amounts of hours, and when they get home, all they want to do is eat and sleep. All of that, piled on top of every single word that will get said about you. You weren’t exactly private little Y/n anymore. You were Mark Lee's girlfriend, and the world was not happy about it. 

“You know it! It’s really exciting, I really love the dances we have.” He said cheerfully, almost childlike. There was this sparkle that showed up in his eyes whenever he talked about his work, a sparkle she’d fallen in love with 6 months ago. A sparkle she was going to miss, a sparkle that she would remember for the rest of her life, every single day. 

*Trigger warning for the next few paragraphs. Mention of self harm*

“And you baby, how are you feeling today?” He said smoothly, reaching up for her wrist and placing small kisses along it, and then the other. It was his nightly ritual. About 5 months ago when she’d first started receiving hate, she’d resorted to something she wished she had never done. For every bad thing she read about herself, she’d make a mark on herself. For about a week, that was what she resorted to.

Until Mark had found the razor blade sitting in her bedside table. He was so hurt by it, so saddened to see his baby going through something he had no idea about. Since then, he’d check in on her everyday, giving her reassurance that he would always be there for her. Through thick and thin, he would always protect her. 

“I’m good! I promise” She said with a smile, though she clearly knew it was all  a facade she was putting up for him. She knew he was busy, and she didn’t want to distract him before his big day tomorrow. He needed a good mindset, and you’d be sure to keep him there. 

“Good. I’m glad. I need my princess happy for tomorrow” He said with a smile, getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom. He needed to shower quickly. She figured he’d already eaten the food she had laid out for him, and he was doing his bedtime routine. 

Bzzt bzzt

She quickly reached over for her phone when she heard the shower start, seeing the text from doyoung and smiling. He was so protective, always so worried about her.

From: Dobunny 🐰

Hey Y/n, I just wanted to check in on you. Is Mark home yet?

To: Dobunny 🐰

Hihi Dodo, I’m okay I promise. He’s home, he’s just in the shower. He’s excited for tomorrow.

From: Dobunny🐰

Tell him Doyoung hyung says he’s gonna do great, and that if he treats you wrong I’ll bite his ear off.

To: Dobunny🐰

You’re so cute, I’ll tell him both. Thank you Dodo, get some sleep <3

From: Dobunny 🐰

You too Y/n, I’ll come by tomorrow <3

She put her phone back down on the table and smiled when she heard the shower stop. This was one of his shorter showers, which meant he really just wanted to get to sleep and get ready for tomorrow. And that was exactly what he did, he came out in his pajama bottoms and that cute tight fitting shirt he always wore, kissed her goodnight, and crawled into bed. 

She smiled softly and curled into him, asking Alexa to turn the lights off and close the blinds. That’s right, she was too lazy to get up and do it herself. She just wanted to enjoy the peace of being cuddled into her loved one, feeling that same familiar heat radiating off his sleeping body. Taking in the scent of his body wash, the shampoo, clinging into his arms like it was your last time doing so. Like it was the very last time. That was her last thought before she fell asleep, safely in Mark’s arms.

“Y/n. Y/n, wake up” She slowly awoke to the soft tone of Mark’s voice, gently easing her awake in his arms. “We’ve got to get ready, the show is in two hours” He said calmly, only sending her rushing out of bed. He’d woken her up late, now unsure if she’ll make it looking pleasing enough to get attention in a good way. 

The next hour was hectic, a fast shower, blow dried, styled, makeup, outfit. But she had made it, and Mark couldn’t take his eyes off her. He thought she looked like an absolute goddess. Though she thought it wasn’t enough. Not only that, but she was wearing an outfit that exposed her arms. That made her feel more naked then when she was actually in the nude. 

The car ride didn’t take long, they were about 30 minutes early to the event. Even that being so, the press was still lined up on each side of the walkway for the idols. She was the most nervous about that. It’s been a while since the press got a picture of her, trying to avoid going out as much as possible. Mark never forced her to go out, so the press never got their chance. Well now, here it was. 

Slowly exiting the vehicle, she was instantly blinded by bright flashing lights and shouting of questions. Mark squeezed her hand reassuringly and slowly started walking forward with her. She walked with confidence, feeling on top of the world for once in her life. She was the center of attention, and no one was insulting her.

“Hey girl! Why don’t you go back to slicing those wrists so Mark can move onto someone more worthy!” She’d heard from behind her, instantly stopping in her tracks, frozen. Her body had seemed to stop functioning, frozen in shock, her heart in the most pain she’d ever felt. Her ears had deafened, and all she could see was Mark violently yelling at the man that had spoken out.

And then she was gone, running down the street with tears flowing down her cheeks. All she could hear in the distance was the faint sound of her name coming from Mark's lips, though you know he was being forced into the showroom. 

This was over, she couldn’t do this anymore. That was the last straw. These people are Animals, using anything and everything they can find and use against her. So she just ran, running until she couldn’t run any more. She stopped and knelt under a tree, pulling her phone out quickly.

To: Dobunny 🐰

It wasn’t his fault okay. Check in on him for me, love you.

And within a few seconds of hitting send, her phone was already buzzing like crazy

From: Dobunny 🐰

What? 

Y/n are you okay?

Y/n please answer me.

Where are you?

Y/n? 

I’m coming to find you just let me know you’re alright.

She silenced her phone, pocketing it. She slowly walked back to her place that she had lived in before, Mark insisting she kept it for whenever she needed alone time. Good choice Mark, very good choice. 

*Trigger warning here, self harm, self destructive thoughts*

She made her way into the bathroom, hesitantly reaching for the razor blade that sat on the side of the sink. Then with one swift movement, she’d made a mark. Another. Another. She was so overwhelmed in her rage and tears, she hadn’t heard the door swing open. Before she knew it, the blade was out of her hand, a cloth over her wrist, and she was pulled into a tight, protective embrace. 

“Oh gosh Y/n, I didn’t think it was this bad… I wish you’d told me” The voice said quietly, calmly. She glanced up, and let it all out upon seeing who the man holding her was. 

“I-I can’t do this Doyoung! They’re so cruel, and shameless and just want to hurt me! I don’t want to do this anymore!” She wailed out into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him. His hand just lightly stroked his hair, the gentle “Shhh” Of his voice working to sooth her nerves. He held the cloth to her wrist just hard enough to stop the bleeding, but not put her through any pain.

“I know Y/n… I know.” He said softly, when if he was honest, he didn’t know at all. He had no idea what she was going through, and he wouldn’t pretend like he did. “The press are Animals. They see someone that isn’t liked by the public and they run with it to get their viewer count up. Anyway possible.” He said, knowing that wasn’t helping.

“And they did it! They broke me Doyoung, they got what they wanted. What they all wanted to happen from the beginning. I was never good enough to date him, never will be. I’m not pretty enough, I’m not likeable, I’m not funny, hell I’m not even good at anything! And then there's Mark. This perfect, caring, loveable, good at everything guy! It was doomed from the start, everyone just noticed before we did.” She said in a sob, gripping tightly into his shirt that was now soaked from her tears. 

Doyoungs heart broke hearing those words fall from her mouth. He’d never known she’d thought this way, she never vocalized it. He brought her through to the bedroom and sat her on the bed, kneeling down in front of her. 

“Listen Y/n, Everything you just said is wrong. You are by far, one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Not likeable? Let's go back to the dorms and see what all the members have to say about you. Did you know they talk about how they miss you all the time, how much fun you were? And Y/n, you’re good at being you. You are good and staying true to you, and that my dear, is a likeable trait. You are one of the best people in this world. Don’t you forget that okay?” He said softly, wiping a stray tear that was sliding down her cheek.

She threw herself into his arms, sniffling. “T-thank you Dodo… I needed to hear that. I’ve been needing to hear that for so long.” She said, and he just held her in his embrace for as long as she needed him to.

She’d eventually calmed down, deciding to watch the performances of the day. She still wanted to support him, even if she couldn’t bear to be with him any longer. He did great, though his energy definitely seemed off. Of course, you knew why. The performances were still great though. 

The interviews were next, and of course Mark was up very last. She leaned forward, feeling Doyoungs gentle hand rubbing her back. She knew there was going to be a question about her, she could feel it in her bones.

“So this girlfriend of yours? Y/n? How are things with her?” The interviewer asked, and you froze, as did Mark. Something twisted in his face, Anger, disgust, discomfort. He took the mic from the man, turning his head to face the camera.

“She’s actually NOT doing so great right now. Right before the show, someone decided it was okay to make a comment about her past. A sick and disgusting comment that had no right to be said to her. And upon peaking onto social media, I see that everyone has been attacking her. And I’d like to say, I’ve never been more disgusted by the nctzens and dreamzens in my life. You have degraded her, belittled her, and made her out to be the monster. She did nothing wrong but make me the happiest man alive, and you took that away. You guys are the real monsters. Feel ashamed, because I am absolutely disgusted by your behaviour.”

She sat staring at the TV in absolute shock, Doyoung looking the same way. This was not what she expected at all. She quite expected him to avoid the question, keeping what had gone down on the low. But he didn't, he spoke out about it. And all the reasons she loved him came flooding back to her. 

“Y/n, if you’re watching this, please talk to me. I sent you a message with an address, please consider coming. I’ll wait for you princess, I’ll always wait for you.” And with that, there was a commercial break. This was all pre-recorded, so she knew Mark was already waiting for her. She looked over at Doyoung and he just nodded, giving her one final hug “I’ll wait here in case you need me” He said with a smile.

After her half an hour walk, she found Mark standing under a tree, lit by a nearby light and the moon. It was chilly, and she knew Mark had probably been standing there for a while. She quickly raced over to him, startling him. He looked horrible, eyes puffy, cheeks stained with tears, and his nose was running just a little bit.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed, quickly wrapping her in his embrace. His familiar warmth and scent surrounded you, sending you spiraling back to last night in bed, where everyone wasn’t okay, but it was calm. Now her whole world was crumbling, leaving Mark to hold up the pieces. Little did she know, Mark's world was crumbling like a cookie the longer he held hers up. 

“Y/n let me get straight to the point. I am so sorry any of this happened to you. I didn’t know, I promise you I didn’t know. I want to protect you, and I want you to give me a second chance. I can protect you, nothing will get through me ever again.” He said sadly, clutching onto his chest tightly. He didn’t know how to hold himself. His eyes darted down to her wrist, noticing the new markings.

“Oh baby… baby” He said in a whine, grabbing her wrist gently and placing delicate kisses along it. “I never thought I’d see you doing this again...I thought I was protecting you from it. I should’ve protected you from it.”

“I-its not your fault if you didn’t know Mark. I never said anything” She said quietly, glancing up to meet Mark.

“And I never want to not know again. I want to be there with you forever and always Y/n. Side by side, hand in hand.” He said quietly, reaching into his pocket slowly before dropping to his knee.

“Marry me Y/n. Let me be you prince”

…

...

Ending one - Yes

“You may now kiss the bride”

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her gently, her family, his family, and all the boys watching. It had been a year since Mark proposed to her, and now they were finally tying the knot. Mark had convinced her to audition for SM, having her solo debut 5 months after being accepted. She still received hate, but now she had her own army to stand up for her. 

He leaned down and slowly placed a kiss on her stomach, smiling softly “And I can’t wait to meet you. You’re going to be so beautiful, just like your mom.” He said softly and brought her into a gentle kiss. This was the start of their life together, the start of the family. 

Good ending.

…

Ending two - No

She told Mark she wouldn’t marry him. He didn’t like that. He was already in a bad state of mind after the interview and the press dragging her away from him, snapping their bond. She walked away safely back to the apartment Doyoung was waiting for her in and just went to sleep. A few weeks later, the news had an article about Mark. He’d killed 10 people, including himself. He wrote his and her name in the blood of the victims with a heart in the middle. In said heart, laid Mark's body. He wore the wedding ring, the other flat beside him on. She threw up for days afterwards, choosing to never love again out of fear.

Bad Ending.

…

Ending three  - Wait

She told Mark they could get back together, but should wait on marriage. He took it well at first, but the thought of protecting her slowly drove him mad. He quit SM, moved them out to his mansion out in the country, where there was barely any service. The house has lots to do, and it was large, but you still felt suffocated. It had been 3 years since she had access to the internet, or any contact with the outside world. 

“I told you I’d protect you Princess. Don’t you feel so safe out here with me?”

She nodded slowly, but the truth was that she did not. She wanted to be set free.

He never let her escape.

Bad ending. 

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Soon!

Hey! Admin’s really sorry for the inactivity on this account! At the moment, he’s just having a bit of writers block. I promise I have all of your requests underway, and will be posting as soon as I can!

Currently in the making:

-Paparazzi (Mark x Fem Reader)

-Lazy day (Bangchan x Fem reader)

-Skz reacting to s/o with a small chest

-1980′s badboy Lucas (Un-named)

-Vampire! Lucas (Un-named) 

-Chapter 4: Be quiet.

If you guys have anything you want to ask or just say in general, please don’t be shy! Admin is more then open to talking about anything! 

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Just drop what you have to say into the “Requests” Section, and I’ll be sure to respond to you! Don’t be shy!

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A wounded heart

 Chapter 3: Home.

Pairing: Wong Yukhei x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, eventual smut (High school !AU)

Warning: Yandere!Lucas, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, rough handling, swearing. Slight mention of somnophilia, collars and leashes, pet names, he smacks Y/n.(NSFW will occur later into the story, and I will write the warnings onto those chapters)

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: Still figuring out the formatting of this shit. Please bear with me okay! I’m also realizing I don’t have to write what part it is everytime, I literally give chapters. I’ll start putting the chapter title at the top so you know what order to read in.

Lucas pov

God they look so pretty sleeping like that, I love the soft look on their tear stained face. The way their eyes were glazed over, mouths open a jar, and that pretty bruised neck of theirs. If they’d just co-operated, they would have been okay. Sat safely in my car, wide awake and getting to know me.

But no, they chose to be a dumb little bitch. Struggling, screaming, crying. They looked beautiful, but it would do neither of us any good if someone had heard or seen them. 

I just wanted to take them home, I wanted to be with them forever. I will be with them forever, but they need to sit down and listen to what I have to say. And now even as I pull up to our home with them sitting safely in my car, I can’t help but think they’re going to get away from me again. 

I parked the car on the small dirt path and slowly crawled out of the car, walking over to their side and swinging the door open. God they were so fucking pretty like this. So innocent and vulnerable, they could be like puddy in my hands. So fucking vulnerable and easy to take advantage of. But I can’t, I don’t want you to be my little slut, not yet anyway. Soon my dear, soon.

I quickly threw them over my shoulder and slammed the door, walking into the home and down into the basement. I had laid a mattress out there, along with a pair of handcuffs next to a bar. A bar I couldn’t wait to see their pretty little wrists attached to, always there when I needed you, needed to see you. Mine. My pretty little prince/princess.

Y/n’s pov

I open my eyes slowly, blinking the discomfort out of my eyes. The room around me is pitch black, and the floor is soft, like a mattress. I sit up slowly and as I’m going to crawl off the bed, something feels sharp against my wrist, pulling me back into the bed. 

“Hello?” I cried out into the darkness, only to hear the loud thumping of footsteps walking on the floor above me, and then a door swung open with some light shining through. 

“Y/n? Are you awake baby?” I heard a deep, raspy voice call out before hearing the thumping coming down what I assumed to be stairs. And then a bright, blinding light shone through the entire room, forcing me to shield my eyes at the sudden light. 

After seeing HIM standing at the bottom of the stairs, his predatory eyes staring into my soul, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was like he was taking every breath out of my lungs, sucking out my soul, with just one single look. And as he slowly walked over to me, it felt like my chest got tighter and tighter, until he eventually stood towering over me. 

And then he sat down next to me, his head down in his hands. He looked distraught. Perturbed even. I just looked at him, not really knowing what else to do. I mean I couldn’t do anything else, I was cuffed to a pole that didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon. 

Lucas’ pov

Oh god what did I do. Why are they here, handcuffed in my basement. Oh god oh fuck. How do I explain now? Will they even listen? Will they even understand? I have to try, I can’t let them get away. They’re mine after all, they’ve always been mine.

“Y/n, I want you to listen very carefully to me okay? Do you remember me?” And as I watched them shake their head, I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “Okay then, listen up.”

“It all started way back in grade 1, you were on the playground and I was sitting on the swing…”

(Switching to third person just for the flashback.)

The sound of children laughing filled the air as there was an active game of tag going on. However, Lucas sat alone by himself on the swings, watching everyone. He’s always been an observer, never really getting in on the action. 

“Lucas! Come play with us!” His attentioned snapped over to the little boy calling out to him, he just shrugged it off and kept swinging. He didn’t want to play with the kids, he wanted to watch. He wanted to observe, try and figure out what they were thinking, and what they would do when they were being chased. He was almost always right.

Then, there was Y/n. The most playful, energetic and outgoing kid on the playground. Making sure everyone got equal chances to run and be IT. but at this particular moment, they were walking over to Lucas, smile wide of their face. 

They didn’t say anything, just grabbed Lucas hand and started walking. Lucas didn’t protest, just followed. “Play” They said quietly, and Lucas nodded, His eyes stayed fixated on the person in front of him until they took off running. This made him realize he’d just been tagged and laughed as he took off running after one of the kids.

After that encounter, Lucas had stayed friends with Y/n all the way up to grade 6. Until, Y/n’s mom got a job. 

“You’re moving?” Lucas exclaimed at lunch time with them, the class going silent under his loud voice. They got a little shy, but nodded. “My mom got this job, she can’t turn it down. It’s in Seoul so I have to move with her since I’m not old enough to stay by myself.” 

“Stay with me Y/n. My family will take you in” Lucas said in a plea, reaching out to grab their hand “I can’t Lucas, I can’t just leave my mom. She’s all I’ve got.” They said and then it was time for the next class. They spoke briefly after school, but it wasn’t enough for Lucas. 

He couldn’t bear to be losing Y/n, how could they do this to him. He cried and cried that night, cutting up all the pictures together and taping them onto his wall, drawing hearts after them in his mothers lipstick. 

And then he’d found a picture of their mother, gluing it to the wall and drawing a big X over her. 

Years later, He’d saved enough money to move to Korea. He already knew what school they were attending, and after their mother died in a “Freak accident”, he knew they were all his.

Back to Lucas’ pov

I obviously left out the parts about me obsessing over them, and the thing about their mom. But I told them how much I missed them, and how sad I was that I never heard from them again. 

“Y/n, I’ve missed you so much you have no idea.” I spoke quietly, calmly as to not scare them anymore then I already had. Their eyes were wide, as if everything was just processing in their brain. I couldn’t stand the silence, I needed to know what they were thinking.

“Please Y/n, say something.” I said quietly, almost whining. “Lucas… My mom really liked you. She always thought I’d marry you someday.” They admitted softly, smiling a little bit. 

“Wow, now you remember me” I chuckled out, stroking their cheek slightly, watching as they melted into my touch.

Y/n’s pov

Oh god he’s touching me. This sick creep is touching me again, so endearingly. But I had to play it up, acting like I liked it. The sooner I was off these handcuffs, the sooner I could make a run for the hills. 

I watched as his smile twisted into what seemed like a sick grin, his hand slowly reaching down to my throat to grab it and pull me closer.

“Have you forgotten something about me baby?” He whispered quietly into my ear, making me shiver “I know just how to read you. Don’t think you’re going to leave me again just because you play all innocent and nice with me.” 

His hand is quickly replaced by something leathery, tight. Omg he put a collar on me, and he was attaching a leash to it before I even knew it. 

“Now.” He said, his already deep voice getting deeper, thicker. “Are you going to be a good kitten and listen? Or am I going to have to teach you a lesson”

I gulped heavily when he suddenly pulled on the leash, his eyes screaming DANGER, DANGER.  “I asked you a fucking question.”

“Y-yes sir… I’ll be good” I mumbled out quietly and he tugged on the leash again, harsher this time, sending me flying towards his face. “Oh no kitten, I want you to call me master. Because you will do whatever I tell you, isn’t that right?” He whispers as he licks a strip up my neck.

I just nod in response, but he doesn’t seem to like that, a hard smack coming down on my cheek. I quickly bring my free hand to my cheek and whine. “Say it. Now.” He spits, glaring at me.

“Yes master”

“Good boy/girl”

To be continued...

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P.S. Pt.3 of “A wounded heart” Should be up by tomorrow at the latest!

[strawberry-storybook]

A wounded heart. Pt.2

Pairing: Wong Yukhei x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, slight smut in this chapter (High school !AU)

Warning: Yandere!Lucas, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, rough handling, swearing, Explicit thoughts,  Slight corruption kink...if you squint. (NSFW will occur later into the story, and I will write the warnings onto those chapters)

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: I wasn’t too sure if I liked having the first chapter in first person, so I’m going to try switching it over to second. Please don’t be afraid to tell me which one you prefer. Anywho, please enjoy the chapter.

                                           Chapter 2: Bad thoughts

Lucas’ pov

“Y/n… what a beautiful name. Suits the person.” Of course I already knew their name, I’ve known their name since I was 5 years old. And look at them now, so gorgeous, and wonderful… and Innocent. God, so fucking innocent. 

“Now I really hope you don’t mind, but it wasn’t so much of an offer to walk you to class. I’m going to walk you to class, I'm pretty sure you head my way anyways.” I told them with a big smile on my face, not wanting to spend one more moment away from you. Not for one second, not for one minute, not for a year, not EVER again.

You’re not getting away this time Y/n.

Y/n’s pov

I couldn’t do much against the man in front of me, except just nod my head at what he was saying. He was making me so flustered, so flustered that I couldn’t even think straight. The only thing on my mind was the man standing in front of me.

My thoughts were quickly snapped back to reality as I heard his deep voice ringing in my ears again, telling me he would be walking me to class. It wasn’t a request, it was firm, almost stern. There was a look of anger in his eyes, but I obviously wouldn’t just start asking about it. It wasn’t my place to do so, it was only my place to say “Yes of course you can walk me to class! I just have to run back to my locker and grab my books okay!” and off I went, motioning for him to follow after me, which he did. 

Reaching my locker, I quickly spun the lock off and gathered my books. I slammed the locker shut just a little too hard, and yelped just at the sound that rang through the entire hallway. The look of concern that washed over the man's face was readable from a mile away, almost instantly scanning up and down my body.

“Are you okay Y/n?” and with a quick nod, I just brushed it off like it was nothing, because it was nothing. “I just scared myself with the locker, that’s all” I said almost shyly, a little embarrassed to be admitting that. 

“You’re so cute” He said to me, making my face heat up more with embarrassment. “Oh shut up and walk me to class you big oaf” I said in an almost defensive tone, not knowing why I got defensive all of a sudden. 

We walked almost silently through the halls, only the feeling of his eyes watching me the entire time. It was weird. It almost made me uncomfortable. If I hadn’t talked to him earlier and knew that he was interested in me already, I would be seriously creeped on.

“This is my class” I told him quietly and he stopped with me outside my class. He looked sad, pained. Like he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet. “Can I take you out to lunch? I’d love to get to know you some more.” He asked me and moved a little closer. I just nodded, knowing that I wanted to get to know this mysterious man a little better too. “I have a spare next period, so just come find me.” 

“Great, I have a spare as well, I’ll just meet you back here after class” He said as he placed a kiss on my cheek “Until then, my lady” He smirked and walked away, leaving me a blushing mess in the middle of the hallway. 

Lucas’ Pov

I don’t have a spare next period. I’m not even available at lunch time, I’m supposed to have a detention. But none of this was going to matter once the moment I got them alone would arrive. Nothing would matter anymore, except being with them.

I quickly sat down in my class, grade 12 applied math. Gross. I put my textbook on the desk, and laid my head down, closing my eyes and not waiting long before he fell asleep.

*Explicit, mock NSFW scene ahead. Skip if it makes you uncomfortable.*

“Y/n?” I groaned out as I woke up to an odd sensation in my lap, a pleasurable sensation. 

“Yes daddy?” I heard them groan out, breathing heavily. Panting. A beautiful mess just laid out in my lap. So fucking messy and I haven’t even touched them yet. So pretty and ready to be ruined, stripped of their innocence, all for daddies cock. 

“You look so fucking pretty grinding on my lap like that baby boy/girl. Be good and don’t stop” I groaned out, my hands landing on their hips to control their pace.

So fucking pretty, pleasuring themself in my lap. Using me as their little toy, thinking they’re gonna get away from this with a free pass. I quickly leaned up and bit into their neck, watching their face morph in the pain and pleasure. I smirked as I leaned up to your ear, dropping my voice as deep as possible.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you. Now get on your knees” I commanded, and watched as they scurried off my lap and onto their knees in front of me. I spread my legs wide and smiled down at them, admiring how obedient they were being for me. 

I slowly, teasingly slowly undid my belt, followed by the button on my pants and then the zipper. Slowly sliding them down my thighs. The thighs I couldn’t wait to see you riding later. I slowly slid my boxers off as well, letting my cock fly out and hit my stomach. 

“Now then, get over here and get to work baby.” I watched as they slowly crawled over, taking me into their hand so gently, so soothingly. I watched carefully, not wanting to wait one more second to see those pretty, plump lips of theirs, wrapped around my c-

BRRRRRING

I quickly woke up to the sound of the school bell, groaning in discomfort of the tent that had been built in my pants. I stuff my books into my bag and stand up, quickly storming out of the class to get to their class before they decide to just leave. 

“Hi Y/n” I said quietly, and growled a little bit when I noticed another boy was making them laugh, taking their attention away from me. 

They’re mine.

“Hi Y/n” I said a little louder, and a little firmer as well. Oh that beautiful smile of theirs when they turned around. So pure, like that of an angel. An angel coming face to face with the devil himself. Cute.

“Where did you wanna go for lunch? I’ll drive us anywhere.” They just told me the cafe down the street, so off we went to the parking lot, to get into my car and go to the cafe.

Sure. The cafe. That’s where we’re going.

Once we were in the parking lot, I grabbed a hold of them and started dragging them to my car. Ignoring all the squirming and fighting that was going on, I kept dragging, unlocking the door and throwing them into my car. On the inside, all the handles had been removed except for the one of the drivers' side. On my side. 

I crawled into the car myself and buckled you in, starting the car and quickly driving out of the schools parking lot in the opposite direction of the cafe

“Where are we going?! What are you doing?!” They cried out, and I just ignored them. I would explain when I got you home.

“Answer me!” They shouted at me, and I just smiled in response “We’re going home baby.” and the look that appeared on their face gave me all kinds of pleasure. I love that you’re afraid of me. Cry for me Y/n. Cry.

“Where are you taking me!” They cried out, repeating the same question in different words. “I said we’re going home baby. Don’t make me repeat myself.” I said in a stern tone, trying not to get angry with you. 

But when they made a sad attempt to reach over me for my door, I snapped. I grabbed them by the throat and threw them back down into their seat, buckling them back in.

“I said we’re going home. Now sit the fuck down and shut up. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/n.”

To be continued...

[strawberry-storybook]

A wounded heart - Pt1

Pairing: Wong Yukhei x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, eventual smut (High school !AU)

Warning: Yandere!Lucas, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, rough handling. (NSFW will occur later into the story, and I will write the warnings onto those chapters)

Summery: When Lucas finds his childhood love years later, his eyes are instantly set on them 24/7. They’d been on his mind for years now, and now that they finally re-appeared into his life, he wouldn’t let them escape now. Not ever. Whatever it took.

Word count: 800 

A/n: Hi! I really really hope you enjoy this fanfiction! This is the first one I’ve written in a while and I’m really excited about it. This is actually inspired by a roleplay I had done, and I decided to take it and turn it into something bigger. This will be a chapter based story, and I don’t know how long it will be. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

                                                    Chapter 1: You. 

 Lucas’ pov

‘Where are you Y/n?’ I thought to myself, watching the front doors to the school like a hawk. ‘It’s 7:15 in the morning, you usually arrive at 7:00. Never earlier, never later. So where are you today? Why haven’t I seen you walk through those doors? Why haven’t I been able to see you?’

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the front doors flying open, and you, perfect, perfect you, came walking in slowly. Angelic like, as if you were walking on a cloud and no one could touch you.

And no one would touch you. Ever.

I watched you a little longer, watching as your face got a little flushed when people began to look over at you. You’ve always hated attention, so I never gave you any to your face. But that look on your face, the way your cheeks turn red in embarrassment? God that makes me want to give you all my attention. I love that look. I fucking love that look. 

My trance like state quickly ended when you left my line of sight, quickly rising from my chair and looking down both ends of the hall. ‘There you are gorgeous.’ and with that final thought, down the hall I went after you, acting natural of course.

Y/n’s pov

Walking through these halls in the early morning was always therapeutic to me, no one around to get in my way, and no one to talk to me. There were always a few people that would stand at the front of the school and give me weird stares when I walk in, but I usually try to avoid feeding into them. 

Upon reaching my locker, I gently threw all my books into it before closing it gently and walking away. This was my favourite part of the morning, walking around in the quiet halls and not having to carry anything. Clearly one of the boys felt the same way, cause I always caught him doing the same thing as me every morning.  Just walking, enjoying his time. 

Some time had passed and the halls had begun to get a little crowded, the peaceful walk now becoming annoying and loud. Making my way back to my locker, knocking a few people along the way who just wouldn’t move. And then something stopped me dead in my tracks. Well, more of a someone. A very tall and large someone at that.

Lucas’ pov

Fuck! I lost you. Where did you go Y/n? Come on baby don’t hide from me. I just want to see you. I’ll kill every single person in this hallway if you just show me where you are. 

Once again, my thoughts were interrupted this time by something hitting my chest. A someone. To my pleasant surprise, it had been you that had walked right into me. Like my prayers had been answered. A small smirk crept onto my face though I quickly suppressed it. 

God you looked wonderful. All blushy and soft, your hair frazzled just slightly from walking into me. God you are so fucking perfect. If you were mine, I would have taken you right in this hallway. But you’re not mine, not yet. Soon little one.

I quickly help you regain yourself, smiling softly at you “Are you okay? Sorry, I really shouldn’t be standing in the middle of the hallway like an oaf” I laugh, and was extremely satisfied to hear the pleasant sound that left your lips as you laughed with me. Those lips, those beautiful plump lips. The lips I've longer to feel the kiss of for years. Do you know how crazy you’ve driven me Y/n? Do you?

Of course you don’t.

You don’t even know who I am.

I suppress my slight rage that built up for a moment, letting my eyes land back on you. It wasn’t your fault. Nothing will ever be your fault. 

It was your dumb mothers fault.

It’s okay… it’s not like she’s around to keep us apart anymore.

You told me you were okay, bumping into someone never hurt. And I couldn’t agree with you more, especially when it was you, Y/n. The light of my life, the reason I am still living and breathing.

“Well if you don’t mind, I’d like to walk you to class. I’d like to get to know this cutie a little better” I pat your head, watching as your cheeks turn that same colour of pink that I love so much. You spoil me Y/n, giving me just what I want whenever I search for it. What a good girl/boy. So good for me.

“My name's Lucas by the way. And you are?” 

Mine. The right answer is mine. 

To be continued...