scales and affection

tabh; prolouge released!

[lyxzeun]

yeah, my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me.

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[lyxzeun]

hot take those jjk smaus on tt that label themselves as angst is mischaracterization of said jjk characters... they're only portraying the characters as super toxic assholes who don't know how to move on or how to treat a woman right. i get that there are people that like that stuff, but the last time i heard of angst is that it was heartbreaking and dreadful. not just blatantly portraying the characters as heartless men. no hate no shade just criticism xoxo iloveu my filo authors

[lyxzeun]

established relationship with older leon . . . but something's wrong.

older!leon x fem!reader

synopsis. five months of being "in love" only for the agency to take you away.

a/n . . . i cant get this out of mh head wiainsnsgshshh:₱₱:₱/... might continue this idk

Five months.

Five months of being someone's lover.

Five months of sharing a flat with a girl.

Five months of sharing a bed. A couch. A home.

Five months for a mission.

You were a beautiful girl. You knew from a young age that it was something to get you what you wanted.

And Leon.

An agent from DSO. Forced to be with you. Accompany you. Love you. All for a mission that wasn't worth the love and intimacy you shared.

You were a highly sought after asset. Someone that could help the organization bring heights in stopping Umbrella and other bizarre dangers.

When he escorted you to a car that led to DSO, you were happy. You thought that they were heading to this beautiful beach, a darling resort, just for you two.

But he knew better. Should've.

"Secure."

Leon spoke into his earpiece, a finger tapping at his ear.

And that was when he saw your expression drop.

And if only you knew,

that those five months were all just for a hoax. A mission to bring his agency closer to triumph.

[skribblegurl]

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

[heywriters]

I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.

[bumblewyn]

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[sirowsky]

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[lyxzeun]

. . . DI!leon 'n inexperienced rookie reader . . . again :3

. . . it's not hc layout guys😁✌️i wanted it to be kinda like a fic cuz i missed writing

. . . notice ! part 2 of this HC. once again, written with fem!reader in mind but can be gn!reader :3

Right after the ordeal with him practically cursing you out, he's finding ways. Not the best, but it got the job done. Mainly a few head pats. Reassurance by words.

The man's doing his best, alright? It's not his thing to look for attention from a pretty one like you.

Speaking of which, it's been a while since he got a girl blushing over him since.. what, 2004? Since Ashley?

You had the same charm. Sure. Cute, bashful. Same eyes that could make a man go cuckoo.

But your avoidance didn't go unnoticed. The way you'd avert your gaze every time he entered the conference room. Or maybe the way you didn't show how giddy you were when you saw him.

He hated it. Hated how you weren't acting quite the same when you first entered.

He couldn't take much of it. No. Like any good man, he barged into your office, eyes immediately scanning for your cubicle. You resorted to IT work after his outburst during your first field mission.

"I think we need to talk." His sharp voice pierced through the air. Arms crossed against his chest, muscles bulging in all the right ways.

"And you look at me."

Of course he wanted you to look at him. Of course, because you were looking at every object in the room as if they were more interesting than your senior— your older, hotter senior, crossing his arms over that broad chest like it was a sport.

"[Name]. I said, look at me." Leon's arms dropped to his sides, fists straining against his own palms.

But finally, you raised your defiant glare up to his face, eyes searching his own before a reply. "Well, I would rather not cause a scene here, sir." Your head tilts to the direction of your coworkers, who were clearly straining their eyes and leaning their chairs to the direction of your voices.

Sir. Sounded like music to his ears— it's been a while since he heard that voice. Still never failed to soften even when you were mad. That's cute.

"You don't wanna cause a scene?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Fine."

You were about to breathe a sigh of relief. Not until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along to an empty conference room.

And there you were, eyes up and deadset on Leon's.

"Alright. This ends now." His hand lets go of your wrist rather firmly. "I'd rather you didn't let the entire agency assume that we're on some love quarrel. Because quite frankly, every time I enter a room and you're there, you always look away. Clear your throat. You don't look at me, you don't talk to me."

"I'm not required to talk to you." You cross your arms over your chest, mirroring his action earlier. That's also cute.

"You aren't. But I want you to. I'm not letting you leave this damn room until this—" a gesture to the space between you, almost shrinking with every passive aggressive retort you delivered effortlessly— as if your heart wasn't pounding at the proximity. "—is talked about and solved. And by solved—"

A step closer to you. And another. And another. Until he was breathing in your face, head careened down to yours, 'til you could smell his aftershave. His cologne. His scent tinged with a musk you could only name as his.

"As in you start to talk to me again, and call me sir, and look at me again."

And he's real satisfied with your reaction. Eyes wide, lips parted like he'd said an abomination ready to happen.

"And how are you gonna do that?" You straighten up quickly. Annoyingly so. Leon enjoyed that look on your face.

"You wanna see how?" A raised eyebrow, then a smirk. Uncharacteristically Leon of him to do so.

"Like you'll do anything that'll actually change things between us? Go ahead and try." You roll your eyes, a snarky little thing, you are. He likes that. "Oh, I'll try, alright."

Swift movements lead him to hold your wrist against his chest, his other hand tilting your jaw up for your eyes to finally meet his gaze. Without the snarkiness. without the fear. Without the hesitation.

But you make no move to squirm away or struggle against his grasp. No, you do the opposite. You would. You did. This is your senior you're talking about. The one you've been eyeing since that useless orientation for new recruits.

"Doing anything yet?" You mumble back, head tilted.

Lips seem to gravitate toward the other, connecting sloppily and gently, moving together as if it were something you two were born to do.

His hand, formerly on your wrist, decides to venture to your waist, holding you tighter against him. You swear you could feel him smile against your lips.

After pulling away, you notice a little string of saliva connecting your lips to his. You look up at him, and surprise, surprise. He has a smirk on his face.

"Told you I'd solve things."

author's note . . . yum!😋 sorry i cut this short, couldn't think of anything else🙂‍↕️

[lyxzeun]

. . . thinking about di!leon and inexperienced rookie reader😞🥀

tw . . . gn!reader, but keep in mind this is written with fem!reader in mind. angst probably

part 2 but it's kinda written half-assedly

DI!Leon 'n his little rookie. He's assigned to take real good care of you since you were new. Naïve. Silly. Soft. Admired him like a schoolgirl with a big fat crush on him.

DI!Leon who hesitates at the chief's instructions to take you with him to the field. You were better behind the computers, behind an office desk, better at.. youngster stuff.

DI!Leon with no choice to take you with him. You keep bugging him about it too, eager to prove your capabilities.

DI!Leon who finds your little habits amusing. You blush at his every word, his every gaze that flitted towards you every once in while. You smile like a child when he speaks. You call him 'sir' and looked at him like he hung the stars.

DI!Leon snapping at you at a mistake on the field— risking your life for him. His tone had no brakes, rising and rising with frustration as he scolded you endlessly, finger jabbing in your face.

DI!Leon, who regrets his actions the moment he sees your face frown, eyes cast downwards.

DI!Leon thinks the world's gonna end when you fall silent after the whole ordeal about him jabbing his finger in your face and putting words in your mouth. He would've been fine with you being a rambling, blushing mess. Hell, he'd prefer that over the silence that made him want to hit his head against the wall.

DI!Leon, immediately feeling his heart break at the sight of your bottom lip trembling, lashes fluttering hastily as you blink back tears. He's gonna die with that face engraved in his brain. Glazed eyes, gaze avoiding his, bottom lip stuck between your teeth.

DI!Leon snapping once more, this time— he's not angry. He's desperate. Just talk to him, will you? A smile would do better than your one-word replies

DI!Leon, who usually finds it silly to initiate talk, finds himself doing it naturally at HQ after his mission with you. Are you okay? Have you eaten yet? All of those small talk starters. Even the damn weather.

a/n . . . writing again, different fandom this time✌️so sorry for those waiting for my smaus (if people even read those). if i have free time, i'll continue them😓i'll make a part 2 of this prbly

edit : i wont😁✌️i think my main focus rn is sharpening my writing skills again and create more oneshots to put my works out there😜✌️

[lyxzeun]

dainsleif fic is FLOPPING

[lyxzeun]

"IF YOU'D HAVE STUCK AROUND."

— a dainsleif x reader short fic.

contents . . . reader dies. like, a lot of times. five times at best, no implied timeline (can be read as modern or normal teyvat), angst, doomsday by lizzy mcalpine reference.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

To be with Dainsleif was mundane. It wasn't pompous or eventful, but it was alright.

It was okay because you never really minded being stuck in a routine— a loop, if you will, because you were stuck in it with the man you loved the most in all of Teyvat.

Being with him for ten years– nearing eleven, felt like forever.

You've known him for that time being, and it's always been feeling so much longer than just a decade.

But in Dainsleif's head, the length of your time together was more than just ten years. You two were running strong together in 150 years.

It always had a year gap of 20 years, and he meets you when you're twenty. You fall in love, and ten years pass, you're now thirty.

Thirty years of your life, and you'd always die in the same way.

Of an expedition, you'd go and head to a Regisvine.

Dainsleif follows, retrieves your body, lays it on a bed of grass, his gloved hand caressing your cold skin, the other tangling in your hair, before he pulls away, closing your eyes and pressing a fleeting kiss to your forehead before burying you into the ground.

As the grass grows, he waits and he waits, placing a flower in the exact same spot where he placed you.

He can't even bother to shed tears or to stop the Regisvine. He's tried once, during the third time you've died.

But it all ended up the same.

Dainsleif doesn't think to stop you from your expedition, because you'd still continue— no matter how many warnings he would give you.

So he stops and lets that mundane loop go around and around.

Because he knows that it's for the better.

After all, he'll meet you again. In twenty years, whether if he'd meet you at the lake, in the streets, sitting on the curb, crying after a day of work, at a hotel, where he stumbles upon your drunken figure, sitting on the floor beside the stairs, leaning on the wall after you break up with an ex.

Till this day, he keeps the ring he was going to propose to you to the first loop of this mundane routine.

That was the funny thing, wasn't it? He would've married you—

If you'd have stuck around.

[lyxzeun]

SCALES AND AFFECTION.

a neuvillette x fem!reader smau / written au series.

Crushes and Giggles.

The alarm clock rang at 6:00 AM. Just enough time to get ready for work. Two hours were a bit exaggerated to get ready, sure, but it was better to be safe than sorry— especially for a first day at work.

TeyVatMAX, a worldwide trading company. With the glass doors opened by the guards, a step within it felt like a dream.

Being a new employee in a new job was like being in kindergarten for the first time— better yet, like being a freshman and seeing all the higher-ups gaze at you like a new piece of meat.

Snapped out of a dilemma, a voice came to ring in your ears, a gentle, slow and sharp tone.

"[Name], yes? The new employee?" A tall, pale-skinned man crossed his arms, his head tilted and his eyes narrowed. His hair was white with streaks of blue in it, tied into a low pony.

You could've sworn that your jaw could drop any moment. The only thing that shook you off and controlled you was, thankfully, your quick reaction to his words.

"I- uh-huh! Yeah! I'm [Name]." So much for being startled, your voice cracked. Recovering from a silent moment, your gaze traveled around his body. His face. His eyes. His lips.

"I'm Neuvillette. It's a pleasure to meet you, [Name]." He nodded, his brows raised in amusement.

This wasn't the first time he's sensed nervousness from someone new on board. Perhaps he should try smiling a bit more wider? Maybe a handshake?

His hands were shaking, and before he lifted them from his sides, he gulped, keeping his facade together.

He held his hand for a handshake, his gaze expectant, a soft breath leaving him in anticipation.

"It's nice to meet you too, sir—"

"Neuvillette. I've got the final lineups like you asked." A man cut into the conversation, messy black hair, grey eyes, unbuttoned shirt, and a sloppily arranged necktie.

The man's gaze traced from him to you, his gaze a bit alarming. "You're the newcomer, right?"

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[melloncolliegalaxies]

[buzzfeed]

[spicy-vaginal-tacos]

THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT! My best friend was turned into a meme on 4chan and 9gag and shit with everyone slut shaming her, and its fucking heartbreaking. People don’t understand the horror of seeing a picture of themselves on the internet with hundreds of thousands of people making fun of them. these people will most likely see these pictures online at some point. Theres no telling how they will react. Theres no telling what personal damage will occur to their self esteem. Do not post pictures of strangers on the internet. Do not reblog/repost these pictures either. Especially if they’re children. That is all.

[loveillusionss]

Someone finally said it

[lyxzeun]

ill be making scales and affection probably the whole month or two for one whole drop of that stuff so

[lyxzeun]

me in 2022 or like 2021 and i forgot the difference of your and you're 😿

[lyxzeun]

CAN I BE THE PART OF TAGLIST PLEASE???:3

yes of course pookie :3

[lyxzeun]

SCALES AND AFFECTION.

. . . a neuvillette x fem!reader smau

character INTRODUCTION. . . masterlist

[Name] : A new trading assistant at TeyVatMAX alongside Lynette. after her sudden departure at her job as a cafe worker, her friends tugged a few strings to get her a new job.

Neuvillette : TeyVatMAX's Development Manager. Attempts to help [Name] warm up to the company, but ends up making her meet the love of her life.

Wriothesley : Development Secretary. One of [Name]'s coworkers and guides to help her find comfort in TeyVatMAX.

Furina : One of Lynette's and [Name]'s friends that helped her get the job after her sudden dismissal of her job.

Navia : Lynette's and [Name]'s friend that recommended her to the Employment Staff.

Lynette : A newbie trading assistant who also got fired at the same cafe work.

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[lyxzeun]

SCALES AND AFFECTION.

. . . a neuvillette x fem!reader smau !

character introduction . . .

Prologue (Crushes and Giggles)

01 : Fear and Adoration

02 : Tears and Heartbreak

03 : Seriousness and Distractions

. . . . . . other chapter titles tba !

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[lyxzeun]

abandoning otm for a new smau🤨🤨🤨????