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The lyrics in Wait for it where Aaron Burr goes on about Hamilton, is Regulus' thoughts about Sirius.

That's it. That's the thought.

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If you think I wouldn't make fanarts about Lillian's parents rather than her then you are WRONG >:) I already have a elaborate backstory sketched out about pre-grn than the present gen.

Anyways, Regulus and Veronica (Lillian's mother, if you don't know and my oc) cause sometimes, even if you try to break the cycle, history has its knack for repeating itself

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As the Phoenix clawed at its Golden Cage

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The sky looked adequately white today. Just a shy away from greying and perhaps, even weeping away on people unpredictably.

Though, sky looked boring to the scenery Lillian had in front of her eyes. The Alley she walked by had shops on both sides, with people bustling in and out of shops, mostly people of her age, perhaps some even older than her, and some who were definitely parents following their kids through the journey.

Never a quite moment in Diagon Alley, there was chatter everywhere, along with occasional clinks of bells as people came in and out of shops.

"What else do you need? "

The voice beside her snapped her out of her mesmerizing thoughts, as she looked up at her father beside and then at the parchment in her hands.

"Well,....." She furrowed her brows as she read through.

"I would still be needing,.... A wand and my uniform "

She answered, looking up to meet Julian's gaze. In turn, he only nodded his grip tightening around 7 year old Everett's hand, who clearly came here to ogle at the broomsticks present in Quality Quidditch Supplies and it shows regardless of anyone saying otherwise.

"Tesoro mio, you need to be patient, once it's your turn as well, I'll buy you the best broom anyone would ever see" Julian soothed, his voice much softer when addressing to Everett.

"No fair-! Lilla is getting her school stuff, this is all too boring and look! They've got Nimbus 2000 it's the latest edition! Papa if only I could see it once-" Everett protested, although made no moves to squirm away cause he wasn't some annoying toddler.

"Not so I'm going to miss my sister so I should come along of you anymore now is it? "

Lillian only quipped from her father's other side as she leaned over a little, past her father's coat to face Everett, whose pouting look only deepened more.

"Come on, I didn't think it'd be this boring! "

"Now now, kids quiet down we know better than to act like a maleducato."

Her father's firm voice definitely worked keeping both of them shut. There was clearly a reason that the two sibling were on either side of her father. Everett only looked away, cheeks puffed out as he mumbled a quick apology.

Julian sighed, reaching for his pocket before handing a small purse to Lillian.

"Lillian, you can go pick out your wand, me and Everett will join you at s after a short while"

Lillian was more than glad to leave her father's side, as she nodded excitedly, purse clutched in hand, and skipped to the said shop. Not even sparing a second glance at where they went off to.

She reveled at the narrow shop, aged look and it's the gold on them peeling away, which read:

'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.'

This was going to be her very first wand and she was giddy like a kid being told that she can stay awake all night. With a deep breath and a bright smile, she pushed through the door with a sound of a small ' ting'.

Clatter! Thud!

She paused, almost comically at the sounds of wand cases falling haphazardly the ground. And as if noticing her presence, the two people looked behind them and at her ,one who looked...well, took up the height of almost all of the store, and an equally large coat on him, shaggy black hair and matching beard that covered almost all his face. She feels she's seem him somewhere, perhaps a book she read? and then onto the other, who looked as her age,, maybe a bit younger, considering he seemed smaller than her. Thin, through and through, malnourishment she deduced. Hair dark as raven sticking out in all direction, and eyes the colour of that emerald ring her father wore and rounded glasses,alas,one of the frame looked a bit broken .

There was a long oause, atleast from her and the boys end. As the owner, Mr. Olivander, she didn't have to assume, only looked past from the ladders. Lillian straightened her back.

"I'll, uhmn, wait outside" She took a big retreats, closing the door.

And wait she did, curiously peeking through the window pane of the door as Mr. Ollivander and that boy exchanged wands after wands, none worked, and the boy looked poorly confused. Must be a muggleborn. She concluded.

And then her gaze drifted to the chatter of animals at the shop beside her. Owls in cages, and many birds of different varieties, cats letting out occasional meows or else too busy minding their business, toads who croaked and many kids of her age, who looked just as excited around the shop.

She supposes, she could slip away a little to pass time.

Before she knew it, she was right by the shop. Her eyes fixed on the Kitten in a golden cage, fur sticking all out, minding it's own business and combing through it's fur

It looked a bit ugly, yes, but in a cute way, with it's pink paws, which Lillian dutifully noticed,the messy way it groomed it's fur, it only made Lillian love it more.

The kitten, as if feeling her eyes on her, looked at her. Eyes yellow like the sun, a bit squiggly as if it couldn't bear it's own weight as it made it's way towards her, as much it could in the cage, sniffing messily at her hand that had outreached to the feline, it's voice, almost like a baby squeaking, mewed at her.

"Oh you're coming home with me, "

That's exactly how Lillian ended up with a cat. Her hand on the handle as she made her way back to Olivanders. With Nyx, as she called him, already went to dreamland, all curled up.

She was just in time too, and the boy, and the man who accompanied him were just leaving. Their glance met for a short moment, and Lillian, with her mood brightened up that could even rival the sun, gave a quick smile, before brushing past them and into the store.

"Already chosen your companion miss Westwood? "

Asked Mr. Olivander with a warm smile on his face, having just finished giving his first wand to his past customer, waved the unused cases away with a flick of his wand.

"Yes, His name is Nyx. "

Lillian beamed, carefully setting the cage down on the stool next to her.

"Lovely little name, your mother too, had fondness for cats, .... Yew, dragon heartstring, a good 13 inches in length, and unyielding. 'Was such a good one for duelling. It seems just yesterday she came in, with her mother to get her first wand,....time sure flies fast,.."

Lillian only answered the words by nodding, abiet a bit dumbly, she had lesser knowledge about wands cause she never was fanatic enough to learn through them like perhaps Mr. Olivander was. And him talking about her mother who seemed like her heart was frozen over now,? She couldn't think that her past didn't comprise her as the same coldest winter personality she has now.

As if reading her thoughts, Mr. Olivander only smiled his eyes sharp and observant.

"I can almost sense the fire your soul contains, you're like your mother in more ways than one, even if you're not aware, now, why don't you give me your wand hand? "

He placed his palm out.

Lillian gives her right hand to him.

It was almost like he was peering into her soul. If that's even possible , through the medium her hand. And then, he released her hand, in his own thoughts as he hummed, before he climbed his ladder and searched through the tall shelves and picked a case out.

"Perhaps this should be it"

He said, opening the case and placing it aside, taking the wand out with due gentleness for his products, and gave the handle end towards her.

A noble moment, Lillian took tha wand, waved it around, but nothing happened. That's alright, lots of people get their right wand after many trials. But she felt it would've definitely been kore special if she got it at her first try.

It was only her fourth trial, but Mr. Olivander had searched through all, and finalized on a case, and gave her a wand. It was a bit big in lengthwise, but nothing not manageable, a comfortable grip at its end with a slightly bulbous handle, with coil lke spirals along it's every end and at the beginning where the handle started. It's colour very dark with its signature wood texture every wand had.

She felt the fluttery warmth spread through her wand to her wrist as soon as she held it, like sun rays on a winter morning, as if her whole surroundings glowed, and her soul resounded with the wand, like it's core did with hers in return too, probably.

Ebony, with Phoenix feather core, and a rigid 11 and a half inches, she learned her wand was. Mr. Olivander rambled a lot about it, but she could hear the pride he had for his works, while if she was being honest, it was boring, but she did learn things about the wand which she'll probably forget later .

Wand acquired, she was on her way to Madam Malkins, once again reunited with her father and brother. Her father was busy conversing to... hm, long pointed face, hair so blond one could mistake it as white, all slicked back and down. A long cane witha silver handle on his hand. Along with him was a lady, with a much warmer blonde hair, and split raven hair decorated here and there, all neatly styled to a nice bun, and with them, looked the exact mini version of him, abiet, very familiar and exactly the same age as Lillian, who was happy conversing to Everett. And Lillian's bright mood soured. Malfoys.

Her father paused the conversation when he saw her approaching from his peripheral, and turned to address and perhaps scrutinized her too. Before his lips quirked down in the slightest manner.

"...... I thought I entrusted you to get your first wand. Not engage in priceless purchases too. "

Ah, She's never going to hear the end of this back home.

Authors note : Second chapter inn >:DDD!! Tbh Im brainstorming more about Lillians family members than about Lillian herself so it took while to draft out. But then again,drafting the past out shapes the present and the future events :p . Constructive criticism is always appreciated!!

— Author Al over and out.

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This is so me cause what do you mean I have to TYPE out all the little thoughts I've made up about my ocs why can't it just write itself ugh 😒

writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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The only headcanon that swims in my mind 24x7 is that Narcissa was born with blond hair (possibly from her mother or even better if it's just some ancestry genes, cause then she's a bit different from the blacks) unlike her older sisters,who had either black,or a darker shade of brown hair. She HATED her difference, and with Bella and Andromeda there to save the day, they tried to use a spell to make her hair black(with all the research they gathered) . It backfired and Narcissa was stuck with Blond hair BUT with some black locks here and there over her head.

Their parents weren't amused. But for Narcissa it was something that tied her to her family <3

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Oc design ideas I had in mind for Lillian, her father, Julian and Veronica(from top left to the last one)

I'm trying to learn anatomy more guyes drawing this made me realize how shit I'm in anatomy

Atleast I got my facial difference right on the positive note 😃

Trying to match Lillian's hair to her father was a pain tho, I just kept going back and forth with filters and checking it through 🫠

Don't mind that I got Veronica most beautifully drawn out, I just got lazy at the end while sketching out the other two 😔

Edit : looking through this I think I need to make Lilla's eyes lighter to match Veronica more 😐(WHEN WILL MY SUFFERING END (இдஇ; ) )

Edit 2: I think I got it right now ᕦ(ᐛ)ᕡ so edited version of Lilla :

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As the Phoenix clawed at its golden cage

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17th of July, 1980.

The sky looked perfect, with its crystal azure canvas and warm bright clouds floating across it. Although, compared to the imagery the manor looked dull, as if life had been sucked out of it. Oh how Lillian wished to just slither out of her window, float in the sky and be one with the clouds…...

...Soft knocking at the door withdrew Lillian from her daydream. She sat up in her bed , having woken up moments ago, but she'd much rather go back to her lovely fantasy. 

“Come in, “

She said, voice soft from being unused for long. The big head with floopy ears and droopy eyes peeked in. 

“Good morning, Miss Lillian…. “

Frey, the house elf said, her voice scratchy but meek. She has lived here long enough to know to keep her voice soft at all times.

“Mistress requests your presence for breakfast… “

Frey added, opening the door more as her posture straightened from her previous stance. 

Request? Lillian could almost laugh. What a joke. Her mother never made requests. Request was such a kind word to put instead for commands. 

“Tell her I'll be there shortly, please close the door as you go out“

Lillian keept her voice soft. The house elf has suffered enough by being tied to this household, she didn't want to put more strain on her already growing misery. 

Frey gave her a meek bow— something Lillian could only guess was another one of her father's orders, and left, closing the door behind with a soft click. 

Lillian was left to the sound of silence once again, with the only interruption of the seeming silence being her thoughts. Her hands came up to her face, as she took a deep breath, it was time to start the day after all. No use keeping the whole family waiting cause she decided to be a little lethargic. 

Established in the Regency era, Westwood Manor was a noble estate, she would often begin, chin raised. Founded by their ancestor Edward L. Westwood, the manor had survived for generations, and it showed—its regal architecture weathered but intact, limestone walls aged with grace, and interiors dark and opulent.

She would've never cared enough to remember the manor's history, but her grandmother's prideful boasts had drilled it into her head. Something about how it's important for Lillian and her brother , Everett to know about their ancestry.

Lillians own room wasn't anything short of royalty. Two ceiling tall windows taking up the wall to the left, facing the cedar door, bringing in enough light to luminate the room and perhaps more if the sheer curtains were blocing it's path, a shelve containing many books , and perhaps art supplies and some . A wooden glazed study desk stood in front. Her bed, queen sized, too big for a 11 year old to sleep in, at the other end of the room, with two bedside tables on each side, and a mirror at the farther right accompanied by a wardrobe.

To anyone stepping in, it would seem a refined noble lived here—until they noticed the childlike paintings hung crookedly on the walls. But no matter how many times Lillian tried to personalize the space, her grandmother’s shriek would follow.

���How dare you ruin this room? My great-grandfather resided here—you’re ruining his legacy!”

Lillian cared less about which of her ancestor lived in the room. It was hers now as she sees it. But she rather prefer to not go deaf or perhaps get her soul sucked out by her grandmother's shrill voice and frowning stares. Old people are very difficult to please, something she learnt young.

Not much to her surprise, when Lillian came down to the dining hall, her whole family were already at the table Her parents, her maternal grandmother, only her brother wasn't there, right , he was away to stay with their aunt — well, almost everyone was at the table, she supposes. 

“Good morning,…”

Lillian curtly said, taking a seat, being quick as she served herself breakfast— toast slathered in jam, eggs, and freshly pressed juice, before any of ge elves ushered to serve her the same. She wasn't some damsel in distress! Despite the disapproving looks from her parents,and especially her grandmother, She had working hands and she can get her own breakfast thank you very much. 

“Good morning, Lillian “

Her father replied, eyes set on the newspaper, picking up his cup of coffee and drinking from it. He was a man of little words, perhaps, to Lillian only. She noticed that his otherwise auburn coiled mop was brushed and slicked back, something which resounded with ministry work in her mind.

“I hope you are aware that I don't appreciate you being a late riser, Lillian. “

Her mother Veronica stated , sitting right opposite of Lillian, snapping Lillian out of her thoughts . She didn't have to look to see the downturn of her lips on her refined structure ,or that her eyes, the colour of the green agate ring she wore on her right index, piercing Lillian very own existence .

Lillian took in a breath as she faced Veronica, but before she could say anything, perhaps an apology to keep the storm calm, she saw the furrow of her mother's brow relax. 

“But I suppose, I'll overlook it today”

Veronica added,voice monotonous,but light.

It almost took Lillian aback. Not on any occasions, was her mother this … happy? Is that what she should name the expression Veronica had? The most joyous she, no, the whole family was when Lillian showed accidental magic, at the ripe age of 5 , when the family was starting to worry that she was born a squib. 

For once, Lillian didn't know what to say. Was there even anything to say after this? She didn't know. It's like her mind simply stopped working. She decided to acknowledge it with a simple nod, and instead focused on munching on toast the only sound, except for paper rustling filled the air for the time.

But it didn't last long.

“We have great expectations from you, Lillian, Remember that, “

It was her Grandmother, who said those words with her thick Gaelic accent. If Lillian was suspicious before, she was now sure something has happened. It took a lot to gulp down the chewed toast into her body, before she looked at her grandmother. 

“… I know, Mamó ”

Lillian replied, before she looked at her parents, once, hesitated, then finally asked the question that had been clawing at her throat.

“Has something… Happened? “

She hesitated. Silence emsued after, she could see the amused look ger mother gave her, while her father was very much interested in the daily prophet , or was pretending to, she had a feeling he was listening in.

“Something has happened a stór, something indeed happened. “

She heard the long drawl on Veronica's voice. It only made Lillian more confused. It felt like she chewed too roughly on her toast, cause her throat felt too tight. Perhaps juice will help her thumping heart too—

All there thoughts came to a halt, as Veronica pulled out an envelope. With a all too familiar purple wax seal.

Lillian eyes widened as she jumped up. She would be a fool if she didn't recognize the seal. Forget thinking about actions or keeping her emotions in check. She immediately went and grabbed the letter.

A brown envelope, with a mulberry coloured wax seal bearing a a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

She turned the envelope around. There it was. 

Ms L. Westwood

Westwood Manor

Coltswold

With bated breath, she flipped the envelope over to carefully open the wax seal. But, only to her disappointment, it was already opened. 

It was anticlimactic. But hell if a wave of helpless anger didn't wash Lillian all over. This was her first letter from Hogwarts! An experience only she was and should be entitled to experience. But this was obviously taken away because everyone in the family but her knew about the news. Now this special experience wasn't special anymore.

Her hands were shaking, as she took in a deep breath, her anger almost slipping through the cracks of emotional stability she always had to portray as taught by her mother. Her head snapped up, mouth opening—

“You've made us all very proud , Lillian”

Veronica kept her gaze on Lillian. Her voice calm , praising even, lips turning upward but the smile didn't reach her face. It never reached her face. It was as if she knew what storm was brewing in Lillian's mind, as if she knew what thunder she would've spewed had it not been her interruption, as if—

Lillians mouth closed. As she inhaled, held it in and exhaled. Expressions under control once again.

“Thank you, mother”

She mumbled ,head raised. Hoping that it'd keep the tremble in her voice from seeping out. She didn't feel hungry anymore. She was afraid that the rollercoaster of her anticlimactic discovery killed her appetite. Her lips remained pursed, as she stepped away from the table.

“I'll go to my room. “

Not waiting for any acknowledgment as she stepped out of the dining hall, envelope crumbling into her fists as she stocked upstairs into her room and closed it behind her with a loud bang.

Authors note : wooooo first chapter done and through!!! (≧∇≦)/ I'm always up for any constructive criticism so feel free to give them, and i hope you liked the first chapter. I might change the fic name un the future tho :P

— Author Al over and out.

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Thanks for tagging me @lookismfanfics !!

Relationship Status:

Single

Pov ; my situation rn:

This goes both ways, I'm not interested in dating anyone as of now.

Favorite color:

Tbh I don't have much of a favourite colour, but if I had to pick, it'll be pink, specifically a soft/ baby pink. Muted and pastel tones tho>>> ... They're just so aesthetic!! I have a soft spot for them.

Songs stuck in my head:

Christmas Kids by Roar... Specifically this line , it's stuck in my head like a broken record.

Like the oc ideas, the brainrot I'm having is just—

The last song I listened to:

Freak by Doja Cat

Last thing I googled:

Orv Side stories (I just want to read them 😭😭😭 They're so much difficult to find ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚)

Three favourite foods:

I have wayy too many favorite food tbh... But if I had to pick it'll definitely be these :

1) Fuchka(or pani puri , the name differs in region to region, and we just call them fuchka here) , Biriyani and Rasmalai(my most favorite one tbh🤤🤤, I very much have a sweet tooth)

Dream trip:

Tbh I don't have much of a dream trip but I do want to visit Korea and Japan, but this can definitely change in the future(I just have indecisive plans due to my indecisive mood 😭😭)

Anything I want right now:

Lots of real money, something to stop my terrible habit of procrastination and cats,fluffy chonky cats, lots of them. Oh! And that isekai tropes become real, my will to live is growing thinner and thinner everyday

I don't have ppl to tag sorry 😭😭 so feel free to join if you come across this.

Tagged by @okiecomputer thank you!! <3

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better!!!

Relationship status: taken <3

Fav color: green

Song stuck in my head: helwa ya baladi by dalida

Last song I listened to: bloodhail by have a nice life

Three favorite foods: stuffed grape leaves, biryani, red velvet desserts

Last thing I googled: SNAIL TRAIL MEANING LOL i only ever heard it be called a happy trail

Dream trip: Italy also but somewhere tropical? not sure where

Anything I want right now: a cold drink

tagging: @terroristiraqi @kkujo @medixnoche @thunk @kirayoshikage @xashirama @silkylious i don’t have 10 ppl to tag at the top of my head soz </3 no pressure to participate

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Lookism

Episode 1 : How it all started.

Sypnosis: This is a fic I started for fun. Consists of a lookism oc I had an idea of.

It was as if a elastic band was tightly clasped around her head. Not only when she woke up, she was feeling very light headed but also her head was throbbing. She slowly got up and held her head, trying to ease the tension in her head in some way, hoping for some relief, her eyes squeezed shut.

'When was the last time I had a headache like this... Ugh.. ' She thought and groaned.

While being unbearable at first. It quickly subsided into a light ache.

She then got up to take some medicine for the headache, relief and relaxation hitting her as she felt ready to sleep again.

She stopped in her tracks and frantically looked around her surroundings.

The room was minimalistic and aesthetic. She stood between her balcony on her right and bed, the balcony containing many plants hanging from the railing, from the balcony, you could see a beautiful scenery of city life, tall buildings and the beautiful night sky. The room itself was spacious, and her bed faced the door on her left. There were inbuilt closets on the wall, some inches next to the door, and on the opposite of it, there were some cabinets for books, some photos and other stuff. And at the end oth the room was a study desk.

Butterflies formed in her stomach. A feeling of dread filled her senses. This wasn't her room.

Her heartbeat quickened, she could feel trickles of sweat forming in her forehead , she could feel a new sensation of adrenaline filling her nerves, as she became hyperaware of her surroundings. She wiped off the sweat in her palms and grabbed a nearby thing, anything that could act as a weapon. As she went towards the door to leave this place.

'Where am I!? This is certainly not my room, neither a place I know of! I have to get out of here. ' she thought to herself as she moved forward.

She widened her eyes and immediately stopped in her tracks. She approached the beside the door mirror in complete shock. She touched her face in complete disbelief.

The person in front of the mirror had long, soft and wavy brunette hair. Her face, smooth and soft, her eyes, a mixture of almond and upturned eyes, and had dark coloured iris. Not only that, she was fairly tall, being around.. About 5'5 . She had a feminine body, although not to the extreme. The person in front of the mirror was... Pretty.

She calmed herself down and sat down to think.

'I'm.. Really pretty.. But that isn't the point. Why am I looking different??? Wait.. Am I.. Isekaied into a different universe.'

She felt more shocked as a the light bulb in her head lit up. If a person had this emoji '🤯' as their reaction then it would definitely be her.

'makes sense ig?? I mean isn't this how most of those isekai tropes go?? I would've liked it if it was a fantasy realm tho, this realm looks similar to our world. Let's find out which world I'm in.' She thought, somehow relaxed by the whole situation, and not panicked anymore. One would be almost surprised and suspicious of her ability to adjust so quickly. She let go of the weapon and got up to now search through her room.

She was able to quickly find her first possible clue. It was from her phone.. Er... Well not exactly her phone in a way, but the phone of the body she was in.

She immediately got her first clue. She noticed the way all social media apps were named a bit different from what she knew of, It was almost like the author was trying to avoid copyright issues. But she couldn't quite get her hands on what webtoon Or world it exactly was from.

She decided to open Ingstagram first. The first thing in her feed immediately gave away which world she exactly was.

She immediately saw a pic of DG on her feed. She.. Was in the world of Lookism. A world which is... Quite dangerous if I was being honest.

She furrowed her eyebrows and immediately facepalmed. To be isekaied into the world of Lookism isn't exactly what she wished for. Not only the people here are quite troublesome, almost everyone is a gang wannabe and one wrong move, you might be under the eyes of Charles Choi or Gun and it was... Not something she wished for. Especially in case of Charles Choi. Have you seen how he murdered Kwak Jichang!? Bro is a ruthless old man.

On one side tho this pic of DG is exquisitely scrumptious—

Like a cartoon character, she shook her head to wipe away any thoughts like that from her head. There were much important tasks at hand.

She then looked through her ingsta page. She was shocked by the amount of followers she had. She had like 50k followers!? And her whole page consisted of beautiful art pieces and photographs of beautiful and aesthetic sceneries. It was almost as if her dream had come true. But that was very much it. There wasn't much she couldn't find about herself on ingsta.

She decided to look through her personal contacts. And from reading everything she was able to summarize the following information.

Firstly, her parents didn't live in Korea and were abroad and were tied to their jobs there. Making their visits to see her daughters rare . Secondly, she had a sister.

'I should see her next morning' she thought to herself.

Thirdly, her parents were rich rich, and they gave her an monthly allowance of .... Holy crap., it was for household purposes and also for other personal needs, which also included her sisters allowance. fourthly, She is supposed to go to Jae Won high school the day after tomorrow and that would be her first day there. And lastly, She was a lone wolf. No friends till now.

She kept her phone aside and thoroughly searched her room. She was able to find some important documents about herself and some school information.

Her name was now Yoo Ji-Yeon. Currently 17 years old in Korean years . Her birthday was now in 1st August. Luckily no allergies or any medical history.

This was the bare information she needed about herself. She was planning to act like how she.. Currently, it was going to be weird acting like someone she was not. Ji-Yeon planned to slowly change her antics in front of her family, more specifically in front of her sister.

While thinking of all this, Ji-Yeon heard a loud sob coming from the room beside hers. She immediately decided to approach the room, assuming it was her sister's room.

She stood in front of the door, and could hear sobs coming from inside the room. The door had a label written "Mi-Sun" , written in bubbly letters.

Ji-Yeon, knocked on the door.

"Mi-Sun... Is everything alright? " She softly spoke,worried.

The sobs stopped all together. When she said that.

"I'm coming in. " Ji-Yeon said, concern in her voice as she twisted the door knob and opened the door.

She saw Mi-Sun as soon as she opened the door. The poor child was curled up in a ball, her hands shield her head as she hid her face in her knees. Ji-Yeon's expression softened as she slowly approached Mi-Sun's curled up form , kneeling down to her level.

"What's wrong? " She softly spoke, concern written on her face. Mi-Sun said nothing and continued to sob and mumble some words which she was unable to hear properly.

Although one specific word made her heart stop. Mi-Sun... Mumbled a specific nickname. A nickname which only a specific person in Ji-Yeon's previous life used to call her with. The atmosphere had just turned grave. Ji-Yeon called out for Mi-Sun. Not by calling her current name, but by calling her by the nickname she used to call her sister with.

Mi-Sun stopped sobbing and mumbling. Her head rose up to look at Ji-Yeon. Her red and cheeks wet from tears, her eyes glossy. There was snot running down her nose. Mi-Sun called out Ji-Yeon again, this time not using the nickname but now by Ji-Yeon's previous name.

All of Ji-Yeon's suspicions came true, she didn't know how to react but her actions spoke louder than words or reaction. She immediately reached out and embraced Mi-Sun into a tight hug, a newfound worry in her voice and mind.

"Why.. How did you end up here too... " Ji-Yeon spoke, as she gently combed through Mi-Sun's hair to comfort her, worry evident in her voice.

"I... I dont know sis.... When I woke up.. I was just here... " Mi-Sun stuttered and struggled to speak between loud sobs.

Ji-Yeon patiently waited and comforted Mi-Sun till she calmed down. Calmly explaining her the situation afterwards.

Mi-Sun's reaction was normal. Ji-Yeon afterwards helped Mi-Sun to gather information about herself. While also giving away any other relevant information. It would definitely take Mi-Sun some time to adjust to this world.

Ji-Yeon was able to gather Mi-Sun's basic information.

Yoo Mi-Sun. 16 in Korean years. Birthday in 22nd August. Currently going in middle school.

"So these are the information you'll need for now ok? " Ji-Yeon said, explaining other stuff along the way.

Mi-Sun listened intently and nodded.

The two decided to go back to sleep, after all both of then had their first day at school tomorrow.

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Author's note

A first chapter of the lookism fic i had in mind. This has been in my drafts for eternity lol.

Anyways, I'm thinking about doing some oc character drawings so that there is a clear image of how they both look like.

Constructive criticism is always accepted so please feel free to give them.

— Author over and out

[your-local-confused-soul]

Gotta love it when I randomly come up with like the most random Lookism oc ideas with like their backstories planned while listening to songs 😊 .. The fact that they're all equally badass cause my ocs deserve the best (not really, only because they're in Lookism here and like you kind of have to be badass). This particular Lookism oc really itches my brain, I'll write some chs about it. Prepare for a classic isekai trope tho cause I'll be using that.

[your-local-confused-soul]

Headcanons you have for Eli Jang, they can be general if you'd like :)

Eli Jang Headcanons

➤・ Eli Jang x Gander neutral! Reader

➤・ Headcanons

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:: Author's note ⇐ Heya Anon!! Sorry for the late post, I've hit writers block pretty quickly so requests are now going out a bit slow, how you like it (≡^∇^≡)!!

Requests will be closed for a while, my school will be starting soon so I won't really have much time, I'll try to post all the requests in my inbox as soon as possible tho.

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• Tbh, he only seeks you out at first because you remind him of Heather.

• he would try to be your friend, get to know you better. Girls are always jealous of you because of that.

• He would always have something to give you, mostly anything food related.

• Infatuation turns into him catching feelings for you and he soon realises you are your own person. And long story short the two of you would start dating<3

• ok so I can definitely see him wanting to cut your hair. He would even act sad and pouty if you don't want to but he understands, he knows that his haircutting techniques needs practice. A lot of practice.

• He's good with hair colouring ig??

- the two of you would colour each other's hair , if you're okay with it ofc <3

- He let you pick his next hair colour if you're not gonna colour your hair(you still get to chose the hair colour sometimes regardless ofw whether or not you colour your hair)

• He LOVES Cuddles. I just see him as a really cuddle loving guy. Being a single father is tough, especially when being a teenager. You have to manage your school, work and your child all together and he's just tired after a long day.

- He doesn't mind being a big spoon but he generally prefers being a small spoon. The feeling of being held by your lover is like an assurance that he is loved and you're there for him.

- like after putting yenna to sleep he would immediately join you in bed, the both of you cuddling, you going through his hair as the both of you go on about your day, which lulls you two to sleep.

• He LOVES your interactions with Yenna. Something about you and Yenna together, especially when he sees his child so happy to see you and interact with you makes him wanna imagine a peaceful future with the two of you together.

• definitely doesn't tell you about his past (like his kind of criminal life) until Warren and Sally and arrived at J high looking for him. Only then he sits you down later to tell you the whole truth. He understands if you would wanna break up with him his heart shatters if you do tho. (A/n : the last bit seriously sounds like me guilting you to not break up w/ him lol )

• His love language giving I think would be gift giving . Love language receiving would definitely be words of affirmation , physical touch

• There are two things he would do everytime the two of you meet, especially if it's pretty frequent. Either he would peck your forehead or cheek or he would give you something, like anything food related or something that reminded him of you.

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[your-local-confused-soul]

I saw that your requests were open... And i hope you don't mind but can you do a oneshot where james lee finds his "first love" back from highschool they had a relationship but it didn't work out because he was busy with y'know fighting. He's an idol now and finds himself thinking of them all the time.

Meeting again

➤・ James Lee x gender neutral!Reader

➤・ One shot

➤・ ooc James?

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:: Author's note ⇐

Heya anon!! Thanks for your request hope you like it!! ^^

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There wasn't a single day he didn't think about you.

He missed your laugh, he missed the warmth in your smile, he craved your loving touch, he missed the way the two of you used to hang out together, he missed everything about you. He missed you.

His life as James meant that that he rarely had any free time. Frequently tasked to handle the Generation of circles . And the job he was doing meant that it could not be revealed to anyone, even to you.

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"James. Let's break up"

"I don't think this can work out like this... You're always busy with ...whatever you're doing , it's not like how it used to be... It's like you're moving away from me day by day...And I'm sorry but I don't think this relationship can work out like this"

"I wish you the best, goodbye. "

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Those words repeated in his head like a broken record , making him remember the same ache he felt that day when you said them.His heart shattered that day. It was for the better. The two of you had to split ways eventually, it was better for your sake. Deep down, he wished that the two of you would meet again. Maybe the two of you could try again, this time Dg promised that he would try his best into the relationship. He wouldn't make you feel like that ever again .

That was years before James became Dg, a famous kpop idol and now the CEO of Ptj company. He sometimes wonders what you're doing now, were you the same old you? Or had you completely changed .

"Umm...excuse me... I hope this doesn't come off as rude...are you Dg? " He heard someone say. He was in Gangbuk , coming back from the place after clearing his name. He turned around to see... You.

His heart skipped a beat. You were as beautiful as before. You hadn't changed at all to him . The way his heart fluttered at the sight of you reminded him of the day you first confessed to him. He felt young.

He forced himself out of the trance and immediately spoke

"Y-yes, I'm dg, are you a fan? " He asked, pulling his mask up and fixed his cap.

"Yes! I'm your biggest fan!! I really love your songs —" You spoke, enthusiasm laced in your voice. He could see the stars in your eyes as you spoke to him. Cute.

As much as he liked to listen to you for hours off to no end, he had to cut you off.. Your voice was too loud to not draw attention towards the two of you.

" Sorry for interrupting, but can you keep it down, I don't want to draw attention to myself " James said, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Ah! Sorry!! I got super excited , can I please get your autograph" You said as you rummaged through you bag and took out a sketch pad and a pen, giving it towards his direction

"It's okay.. And I would love to" James said as he took the pen and sketch pad from you hands and signed on it.

"Here." James handed it back to you.

"Do you want a selfie as well? " He immediately added. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up to him at his offer.

"Omg really? Yes!! " You immediately said, quickly rummaging through your bag again to keep the sketch pad and took out your phone. He stepped a bit closer to you, kneeling down at your level and took off his mask as you held up yor phone, making sure the both of you were in the frame, smile at the camera and took the selfie.

"Thank you sm!! " You said as you stepped away from him to maintain the previous distance and looked at the picture.

James was going to have an heart attack by the way you behaved. It was just too cute . The way you smiled brightly as you looked at your phone was too much for him.

"No need to thank me, after all, it's you fans who made me who I am today "

"By the way do you have any album you like? " James questioned, out of genuine curiosity and also wanting to spend more time with you.

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The both of you sat on a bench in the nearby park. James hearing you pour you heart out in your rambles and you listed out the songs you liked and why you liked them.

"I really like it because it reminded me of an previous relationship I had... " His breath hitched, he looked at you , his eyes widened. You didn't notice it and went on rambling.

"We were friends even before we started dating, it was so fun those days, the way we used to hang out, crack jokes, do dumb stuff together... But it all change once we started to date... He was always busy with something, he started to keep secrets from me and its not like you shouldn't keep secrets at all from your partner... I broke up with him on my own insecurity instead of working it out together... "

"I realised my mistake and tried to reach out to him... But it was like he... He suddenly disappeared from the world.. There was no trace of him anywhere... "

Oh. Oh no. It would only be a matter of time you are under Charles Choi's eye, if you keep on searching for him like that. The truth had to be told to you now before something else happens.

"Y/n...Im James Lee " He blurted out . You immediately stopped you rambling and looked at him, not a thought in your brain .

"Wait how do you know my na— WHAT. " You immediately stood up in shock, eyes widening at the sight of the man in front of you and took a few steps back away him. If it were a webtoon, your hair would be standing like cats hair for a comedic effect.

"Um.. How about we... Go somewhere more private first and I'll explain everything to you" He awkwardly said as he rubbed his neck not moving from his place.

You crossed you hands, narrowing your eyes at him.

"How can I trust you? How can I know that you are not a stalker who somehow knows my ex's name? " You questioned, suspicion very evidently laced in your voice.

This... Surely is a fun way to meet your ex again.

[your-local-confused-soul]

Hello! Can i request for a dg/james x reader

The reader has known dg since he james and is dg's manager, they aren't a fighter but is also weaker than normal people because they are just lazy. So the reader has been in love with james since the first time they saw him and has been helping him with planning since they are more of strategist. They just think james can do no wrong and james always prioritize the reader's safety, needs, likes, comfort, etc.

James is also just as much if not more smitten with the reader and he just loves the reader so much. He has alqays been protecting the reader, comforting them whenever they had breakdowns because being related to james was not an easy task much less being in a relationship but the reader still never left him and he is grateful.

The reader might be weak physically hut they are mentally strong. Do you know cale henituse? The reader is just like him they think they are using people who they get on james's side or allies with but in reality everyone is grateful to have them

Anything is okay it could just be fluff or them planning something related to daniel park or reader being jealous or dg snapping at people who talked bad about reader when he was james or as dg

Just anything related to this guy please!!!

It could just be your own hcs about dating him too!

I just want a dg or james x reader please🥺

This turned out to be veryyyyyy long...😟

Sorry😔

Petty people with their traumatic tactics

➤・ James Lee x Gender neutral!Reader

➤・One shot ; Headcanons

➤・ ooc James(?) , violent bullying tactics

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:: Author's note ⇐

Hello anon!! Don't worry about it being too long, I love your idea (≡^∇^≡)!! Unfortunately the main fic kind of strays away from your idea so I added a few General Headcanons at the end if you don't mind ^^

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Being James' s/o means that your life will be a lot more tough and troublesome that it already was. Not that you aren't ready to jump in hell for him.

Not only was James a Genius, ranking at the top everytime at everything, he was handsome. Such amazing attributes means that he would become everyone's crush. It was expected that when rumours of the two of you dating spread like wildfire, the jealous evil eyes would fall on you.

It wasn't the first time James told them off and snapped at them when he heard them bad mouthing you. They just decided to act like angels in front of him. Showing their fangs towards you when he would leave the scene.

They were jealous. That's it. You always decided to pay no heed to their words. Even though they would get on your nerves sometimes. After all, they would all move on eventually. Boy were you dead wrong. You could never guess that people can go this far , just because you're dating their crush. After all, it just happened in stories ,..right?

Mentally, your body had no limits, you were intelligent, intelligent enough to rank second after your boyfriend, endure most things, etc etc but physically, you were weaker than a normal person.

"Awww y/n~ your face looks like hell, let me fix that for you" You heard Soo-young, your classmate say,you immediately taking steps back to escape only to be stopped by her friend, grabbing your arms and restraint them. The girls were known for their violent bullying tactics, and you were in an empty classroom, no one there to help you.

"Let go of me! " You struggled against her grasp, trying to free yourself. Only to be punched in the stomach by Soo-young, making you wince in pain as your knees immediately gave away, making you collaspe. Soo-young's friend, immediately releasing the grasp she hadhad , you held your stomach in pain as tears started to form in your eyes.

"Y/n ~ it's not nice to squirm like that, I'm only trying to help you.. " The girl said in a taunting tone, bending down and firmly grabbing your cheeks, making you face her .

You had never thought you would be a victim of such bullying. You tried to pry the girl off you , moving your face away from the red lipstick as she horribly swiped it across your lips and cheek .

" What the fuck get off m—" You winced in pain, the girl slapped your face, hard and again grabbed your jaw. Her face now dead serious as she spoke

" Don't you dare scream. You don't wanna know what I would do to you if you did"

"Soo-young !! I found the sissors!! "

The girl looked at her friend and gave a creepy grin at you. You could only shake your head in fear, as you feared for what could happen

"Y/n~ are you ready for your new haircut? "

You shut your eyes tight as you protected your head.

"What do you think you're doing . " You heard a familiar voice say.

You immediately looked up to see James. He held Soo-young's wrist and pulled it away from you. Throwing the sissors away from anyones grasp. The girl immediately rose up and tried to justify herself.

" A-ah! James -- Oppa— I was - she ask- she asked me for the sissors I was just giving it--" Soo-young stuttered as she failed to explain herself only to be interrupted by James.

"Why don't you explain it to the Principal then? He would love to hear your explanation. " You could see the grip on he had on her wrist tighten before fully letting her go. Had you ever seen him this mad before?

Soo-young immediately held her wrist to soothe pain.You could see the fear she felt upon seeing James. It was best for flee away before anything else happens.

"You- you'll regret this! Just you wait y/n! " Soo-young yelled out as she ran out of the room, her friend following her .

" THERE WON'T BE A SECOND TIME FOR YOU TO DO THIS TO THEM!! " James shouted at them, making sure that they heard every single word he said. He then looked towards you. If you were being honest, you were a little scared of him. You were so used to his composed , straight face, even when he was fighting, even when he told anyone off, seeing him this mad made you shiver.

His expression immediately changed to a soft one as he hurried towards you, kneeling down at your height . His hand slowly reached towards your cheek, caressing it softly as he examined your face with pure concern. You immediately reached out to him, wrapping your arms around his body and crying on his shoulder.

"Shhh... It's okay, it's okay, I'm here now... " He repeatedly mumbled, comforting you , rubbing your back as you cried loudly in his shoulder, as he mumbled soft sorrys as he was not there to protect you in time. He then let you go of his embrace, making you face him.

"Shhhh... Let's get you cleaned up okay? " He said as he wiped the tears off your face, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before helping you get up.

There was only much water could do to the lipstick stain. James gave you a mask for you to wear and the two of you went home to properly clean up.

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You sat on his bed as he wiped your face with micellar water.

"... The lipstick stain is mostly gone, did they hurt you anywhere else? " James asked, continuing to wipe your cheek.

"Hmm.... They punched my stomach... " You noticed his movements stop as soon as you said that.

".. What.? Does it hurt? " James said, placing his hand on your cheek and made you face him. You could see worry written all over his face.

"... Not much.. Just aches a bit... " You mumbled.

"Stay here, I'll bring an ice pack for you" James said, placing a soft peck on your forehead before he left the room.

You took your phone which was beside you and looked at your face through the camera.

You looked like a hot mess. Your eyes were red from crying so much, there was a pink hand print from that slap, you couldn't dare to imagine your face with the previous red stain she scribbled on your face with.

You were mad. Mad at Soo-young's petty tactics, does she think you'll stay away from James if she bullies you like this? God bless her other victims, you couldn't think what she had done to others by the way she bullied you.

You heard James return with an ice pack which he gave to you.

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"So... How will you —" James said only to be immediately interrupted by you.

"Oh she'll pay for what she did James. I'll make sure of it. " You said , not really facing him as you immediately started to plot for her demise. James could see your eyes turn red with anger. He grinned. You were returning to your usual self

Soo-young chose the wrong person to bully. You were out for blood.

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Some general Headcanons

- James loves when you get serious when you're planning a strategy for something. He just thinks you look cute and something about you planning something and showing off your intelligence makes him weak.

- He would always check in on you whenever you're working, bringing in snacks and a bottle of water, and he stays with you, ensuring that you take breakes and not try to stress much.

- Let's just say he actually tried to make you learn atleast the basics, so that you could defend yourself in case he wasn't there. He terribly failed 😔😔 (it's like Og Daniel and Sophia except James just wants you to learn the basics). Well, it's not like you would get in trouble much anyways.

- I don't think you would reveal your face, acting behind close doors. It's for your own safety. So there are silly rumours about you. Both of you always have a good laugh whenever you two hear those rumours .

- imagine you also being there with James and Eugene in ch 431

- like the atmosphere is thickk between you and Eugene and it's not good , like you don't trust Eugene and he doesn't trust you either.

- you two just keep an friendly smile on your face but James swears that he saw pitch black aura seeping away from both of you.

[your-local-confused-soul]

Accepting Requests!!

[Closed]

I don't really have much to do so I'll be doing request cause those seem fun, so feel free to send me any requests you have!!

- I generally write "x reader" stuff, but i don't mind writing about ships between characters, as long as it's not illegal or weird.

- the fandom I will be writing for is Lookism, only since I'm more confident in writing that (might do orv requests in future tho!! "

- I will be writing drabbles, one shots, headcanons.

- I won't be doing any nsfw or detailed gore. Might do suggestive stuff tho(?) (Not sure, but I'll try!!) . Also I don't mind requests which include depression, anxiety, etc so feel free to request them.

- I will only write gender neutral! Reader, so please keep that in mind when writing "x reader" requests.

- Please be specific w/ requests, it helps me to write them. BUT, I won't mind doing 'headcanons i have for x character' Or something like that.

[your-local-confused-soul]

Not your luckiest day

➤・ James Lee x gender neutral! Reader [Lookism]

➤・could be seen as platonic??

➤・ kind of ooc James Lee(?) , swearing

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Helloooooooooooooo I'm back after a longgg hiatus!! And I'm obsessed with this man and my brain rots from the x reader fanfic ideas I've been thinking off so ya . Also no proofread lol so there may be spelling mistakes and errors

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"Is James not gonna tag along with us today? " Your friend asked ,tilting their head and faced you, curiosity all over their face.

"No, he said he had some work to do " (Y/n) answered , their head facing the road in front of them. Your friend hummed in response and also faced the road ahead.

"Why are you asking?"

You quickly added, now turning you face to your right to face your friend.

"Just curious, he always tags along with you after school, it's kind off weird not having his presence today. " Your friend immediately spoke.

You hummed in response before facing ahead again. Your friend was right. It was weird to not have his presence here. You two would always to home together after school, cracking some jokes here and there, doing some dumb stuff. You were used to that everyday. It just feels awkward and lonely without him around.

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Both of you looked at the 'construction ahead' sign in front of you. Today was not your luckiest day was it?

"Awww man... I was planning to go to the convenience store down the road.. " You sulked, one of your baby cousins were visiting you today and you wanted to buy some snacks for them and for yourself.

"Really? I know another route to get there want me to show it to you? " Your friend proposed upon hearing you.

"Really? Alright then, show me the way please"

"Okay then follow me! " Your friend said as they lead you toward the alleyway right beside the construction sign.

How convenient. The alleyway was dark and long. You don't think had you ever noticed an alleyway here. It was like those movies you had watched and your gut feeling churned when you entered the alleyway. You had a bad feeling about this.

Oh how lucky you were! The alleyway wasn't dangerous at all and both of you left it unscathed.

Curse you love for animals. You had seen a cat come towards you and rub itself against your legs. You swore you had told your friend to stop as you leaned down to pet the cat. Curse the fact that you didn't have any food on you to feed the cat. And curse your friend for not listening to you.

The next thing you know , when you straightened your back to what you expected to meet your friend's face, you were met with an empty road. You started to worry. Where had your friend gone off too? Didn't you tell them to stop ?? They're not the kind to just leave you in an empty, not familiar road. Did they not listen to you?

You swear you are smart, you should've returned towards the construction sign and then call your friend. But even you started to question your intelligence when you needed up searching for you friend and ended up in another alleyway

You ended up in another alleyway. You weren't alone this time. You now stood in front of a man slightly taller than you. Everything about him screamed danger. The fact that you two were alone in an alleyway, double danger.

You could feel the adrenaline kicking in you fight or flight response ran off and you had to escape as quickly as you could. His bigger muscular body means that any wrong move and you'd be a gonner. You started to get into position, calculating your plan, your jaw clenching, your eyes fixated on the man you had to keep your guard up.

"So you're the one who hangs out with James Lee... " The man mumbled. His eyes still fixed on you.

There was enough distance between the two of you. You lifted you right leg and with the strength you had kicked the side of the mans knees.

The man stumbled , he was caught completely off guarded. This was your chance. You turned around to sprint towards the construction sign. But a firm grip near you neck stopped you.

You almost choked. The man had his forearms around your neck.

[A low kick huh? Didn't think you could — AHHHH FUCK] the man immediately released his grip held his arm in pain.

You wiped off the blood running off your mouth and spit out the disgusting taste in your mouth. Again when you started to sprint, you were stopped by him.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH—"he turned you to face him and punched your left cheek making you stumble He then punched you in the stomach, making you choke out saliva. You could only wince in pain and struggled to get rid on his grasp. You were now in the air, both of the mans arms were on your throat.

You tried to release the chokehold he had, with both of your hands but failed to do so. You started to gasp for air when it started to get difficult to breathe. You were feeling weak.You were desperate to not die or get kidnapped . Your vision was starting to get blurry.

With all the last bit of strength you had, you used it all to kick his chin . The force made his head to tilt back and his grip on you loosened, making you fall.

You closed your eyes, preparing yourself to hit the floor. But the anticipation was disrupted by someone catching you from your fall. You opened your eyes to see their face. Your vision was a bit blurry from tears . You saw a familiar red hair. You slowly rose your hand to rub your eyes and looked at the man.

"... James..? " You spoke, your voice hoarse and you were trying to regulate your breathing.

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It was one thing to go after him, but is another thing to go after the people he cares for. Especially his best friend.

He knew something was up when the crew, who were supposedly after him didn't show up at all. His suspicions were proved true when he got a call from your friend about your disappearance and you not picking up their calls. Luckily he was able to pin point where you were in time.

Who knew that the crew members were guarding the alleyway entrance and exit. That wasn't a problem for James though, he got rid of them with ease.

He was mad. He was approaching the crew head, when he was choking you and when you kicked him.

He quickly caught you from falling, having a quick glance at the head to make sure he was unconscious.

James slowly let you down on the ground his hand rested on your back to support you to sit straight while the other hand on the chin to examine the wounds.

Your left cheek was red and was a little swelled up. There was blood running down your face and there were hand prints imprinted in red on your neck.

He was mad. He was mad the the crew, the audacity to harm his friend and try to kidnap them. He was more mad at himself. How could he have not seen this coming? He could've, should've prevented this. Now they were hurt and and everyone knows their face.

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"(Y/n) you're awake!! " You heard someone spoke when you blinked your eyes open. God, your head kind of hurts . Your immediately winced when you to sat up. Your stomach hurts like hell.

"Careful, you're gonna hurt yourself even more " You heard someone say. A familiar voice.

You turned your head to look at the speaker. It was James. He sat on the stool next to your bed, his eyes fixated on whatever he was reading.

"Thanks for the advice genius." You sarcastically said.

"Your welcome" You heard him say, making you scoff. You looked at your surroundings . You were in your room. Nice. Both of you remained silent .

"What had happened? " You mumbled, your whole body felt sore, there were bandaged on your cheek and stomach.

"..you don't remember?" James finally took his eyes off the book to face you.

You started to remember what happened upon hearing him. The memories started flood in. Your awful silence answered James and he looked towards the book again. Silence filled the room once again .

"So... How are you feeling now? " James inquired after a long pause.

"..Not much..,just sore throughout" You mumbled, your eyes fixated on your hands as they figeted the blanket's fabric .

"So you're the one who hangs out with James lee.. "

A realisation struck you, making your eyes widen a bit. . Why did the man know about James? And Judging by his looks and fighting style, he was probably a gangster. Why was he even looking for James in the first place.

".. James? " You said, your voice laced the suspicion you were starting to have.

James noticed the way your expression changed and hesitated to answer. "... Yes? "

"That man... Said something about your name... He didn't look like a normal citizen, but rather... A gangster.. "

While he admired that trait of yours to catch up on what was happening quickly and with the littlest hints, it wasn't the best time for it to show up.

He decided to test your gullibility.

"Really? That's —" He immediately kept his mouth shut when he saw your cold glare. Maybe it wasn't the best time to test that.

"James. What is going on. " (Y/n) sternly said, he knew that they won't keep shut untill they know the truth.

James knew this day might come. But he didn't expect it to be this soon.

Boy oh boy was it going to be a one hell of a story.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

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:: Author's note ⇐

Heya!! Hope you liked it ^^ , constructive criticisms are always accepted so fell free to advice anything on this

Tired Author over and out

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[your-local-confused-soul]

Doing Random writing prompts I find on the internet

Todays prompt issssss........ *drum rolls* ..........

This!!! So let's begin

After minutes of what seemed like hours, I finally had the courage to go back into the living room to face him, but before that, I should wash my face and pack up my things and that's what I did, I went to the bathroom , leaned towards the sink and turned the tap water on. I then took a look at myself through the mirror, my hair was messed up, my face, covered in sweat, strands of hair sticking to my forehead, kind off annoying if I was being honest, I moved those strands aside so that I didn't stick anymore and washed my face, enough for me to cool down, I dried my face and the stayed a few more minutes to rehearse what I want to say, while thinking of multiple possibilities that could arrive because of it, I prepared myself, and the went out of the bathroom and packed my stuff, leaving stuff and photos which had him, or had to do anything with him, most importantly, I packed essentials and things I thought is necessary to bring with me now. After that, I called my sister, explained the situation and requested if I could crash at her place for the time being, thankfully, she was understanding and accepted my request . I thanked her multiple times and hung up, I mentally tick marked the most important thing in my current list, shelter, I would have to figure out others as I go there.

It was now time. It was time to leave my comfort room and again be in the thick atmosphere in the living room. I took my luggage, had my neighbor on speed dial, my car keys were with me, everything is set. I before opening the door, rehearsed my speech once again, took a deep breath to calm my pounding heart and shaky hands and mentally prepared myself for what was about to come. With that I turned the knob and hot out of my room. The atmosphere change hit me as soon as I set my foot out, it was suffocating. I couldn't stand being here for a second longer, I just wanted to escape as soon as possible. I looked for him while I slowly walked towards the door and kept my luggage there. I saw him, sitting on the couch with his hands to his face, silent. Upon hearing movements, he looked to see what it was, and he laid his eyes on me, I saw his eyes, the were filled with stress and grief. None of us liked to fight, we were once such a loving couple, the power couple, Pinterest's couple goals but now , it's just ugly arguments and fights everyday for the smallest things. Both of us are tired of this. We even tried to take therapy but it would end up bad. He seemed to have understood what was happening, he immediately stood up and approached me , worried, with eyes asking for reassurance that this wasn't happening. With shaky voice, he wispered with utter fear

" W- where are you going... "

I sighed, here goes nothing I mentally said.

"Look,...Alex,...it clearly seems like we are just not for each other. We should break up. "

I said , all in one breath, keeping eye contact with him . His fear had came to life and it was happening right now, I could feel and see him getting anxious, his hands shaking, his body went in a complete state of shock for a moment before it all pushed him back to earth.

" w- what Do you mean you're breaking up with ME, RELATIONSHIPS ARE ABOUT HIGHS AND LOWS, YOU CAN'T JUST BREAK UP WITH ME FOR A PETTY ARGUMENT!?!! "

He spoke, as if betrayed ,his voice raising second but second , I could feel my blood boiling,the audacity to hurt my feelings and act like I was the bad guy.

"Well maybe we could've saved this relationship if sOMEONE DIDN'T TAKE EVERYTHING AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO RAISE HIS VOICE AND START AN ARGUMENT"

"WHY WOULDN'T I ARGUE, YOU ACCUSE ME OF CHEATING BECAUSE YOU HAD A BAD DREAM, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE A INSECURE ASSHOLE"

The atmosphere turned heated again, our tongues filled with deadly venom as we again argued. After getting back and forth at each other, he said, acting hurt , betrayed

"Do you even love me? "

"I wish I could say yes"

I spoke, my eyes red from anger, mouth filled with venom, ready to poison my enemies. Upon hearing that, he shut up. Surprised, heartbroken? Maybe but there was nothing that could save this now. It was no good to stay here for one second, I have to leave now.

"I should leave, there is no reason for me to stay. Farewell Alex, move on and live a happy life "

I bid my farewell and left with my things. Not looking back.

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And that's itt!! Hope you enjoyed it, no proofread so I apologize for any mistakes and now I go back to my deep slumber, meet you after another blue moon

~toodles

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[your-local-confused-soul]

Introduction

I absolutely forgot to introduce myself

Hello!!

You can call me Al

(She/her) pronouns

a Minor not a minor anymore guys!!! >:D 18+

Artist!!

I left the dsmp fandom so no more sbi fics sorry 😔😔

Recently I've been getting into different manhwas and all so i might write fanfics about them. (Eg.Lookism , orv, etc) AND HARRY POTTER AGAIN and animes (jjk, aot, tokyo ghoul, etc (no naruto sorry guys 😞))

I barely get ideas, so I apologize I would not be active here but I'll try to post more . BUT I'm planning on writing about my Ocs and drawing them cause what is hyperfixation if you don't create your ocs in that fiction, amiright ( 😔✊)

Not gonna be taking requests unless otherwise but feel free to talk with me guys 😄