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morning leona
thinking … azul x reader except they’re davy jones n tia dalma from pirates of the caribbean … AGGHHHH ILL GET TO IT
nerve °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
✶ content: enemies to lovers (kinda), cater n reader used to be a thing, lowkey jealous leona, alcohol mention, violence ??, not proofread
✶ pairings: hockey captain!leona x team manager!reader
✶ a/n: this is way longer than usual but let me cook; i want to make this like a two or three parter cuz im having too much fun writing this
leona shoves past you as you attempt to block the door to the skating rink, not like you’d even be able to stop him if you tried.
”late again,” you call after him, marking it down on your clipboard.
you sigh as he flips you off, heading straight into the locker room. you start clicking your pen in annoyance, walking into the rink and taking your usual seat at the front of the stands. your moments away from snapping the pen in half, getting angrier by the second as you let your thoughts fester, when you look up to survey the team. yellow and black jerseys can be spotted all over the ice, drills had been underway for over an hour now. you spot ruggie taking a break, chatting with another teammate, and he notices you watching.
he waves at you excitedly, excusing himself and making his way over to you. he presses himself against the clear glass, making faces at you. you laugh, shooing him away.
“ruggie, you wanna do me a favor?” you barely get the words out before he’s shaking his head.
“if the favor involves telling leona to show up to practice on time, get someone else to do it,” he shudders a bit. “he’s in one of his moods today.”
you groan, hitting your clipboard against your forehead a few times.
“coach is gonna be on my ass about it, i told him i’d get him here earlier”
ruggie just shrugs.
”i’d say try giving him a stern talking to but i like you too much to send you to an early grave.” i can hear his laughter even as he skates back to the center of the ice.
you stand, pen and clipboard tossed somewhere on the seat next to you, as you march towards the locker room. he had to listen to you, you were team manager, you tell yourself. if he didn’t, you’d get coach to bench his ass, you’re smiling triumphantly as you swing open the doors.
“leona, you better be on that ice in five minutes or so help me —“
a shirt comes flying at your face.
“can’t ya see i’m changing?”
you toss the shirt right back at him. “the fuck is your problem?”
the glare he gives you is damn near cold enough to freeze hell right over.
“my problem?” he slams his locker shut, stalking over to you.
you take a step back with each step he takes, cursing as your back hits the wall and he’s looming right over you. you keep your eyes right on his face, he was not getting the satisfaction of potentially catching you checking him out. you glance down, eyes quickly roaming over his bare chest and toned stomach. why did someone this frustrating have to be blessed with this kind of body you’d never understand. you’re snapped out of your thoughts when his hand slams against the wall over your head.
“my problem is that you’re annoying as fuck and think ya run everything” he sneers at you, but you notice that he’s avoiding looking you directly in the eyes.
”well technically i do run everything regarding the team and —“
“shut up.” you cross your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes but you do indeed shut up.
leona steps back from you, running a hand through his hair. “if it’ll get ya off my back and keep ya quiet, i’ll start showing up on time.”
for once, you’re actually speechless. no arguing, no threats, he just conceded? especially since you didn’t even get a chance to scold him about being late.
“how’d you even know that’s why i came in here?”
he’s already back at his locker, rummaging through it for his jersey.
”isn’t that usually the reason you come in here to bother me?”
you roll your eyes but can’t even deny it. since you’d became the manager last spring, this had almost become a daily routine for the two of you. he’d show up late, you’d come in to yell at him, an argument would start, then ruggie or jack would have to come in to break up the screaming match. he closes his locker, shrugging on his jersey.
“unless you’re just coming in here to be a little perv now.” he smirks at you.
heat rises to your face as your mouth drops open, flailing for something to say.
“don’t even flatter yourself, like i’d even look twice at you.” you scoff.
skates and hockey stick in hand, he pats your shoulder as he walks past you.
“you’re awfully lucky i don’t mind ya looking, y/n.”
before you can even say anything in protest, he’s already out of the locker room. you wondered if it was too late to quit and go manage the basketball team.
an hour and a half later, coach vargas had gathered up the team to go over some plays for the next game. you slumped against the seat, yawning. coach had already went over the plays with you before practice, having you memorize them just in case. you went through your mental checklist as you watched from the sidelines. you had to make sure everyone had their away game jerseys, stock up on more bandages, check everyone’s skates. you jump when something slams against the glass.
“earth to y/n, practice is over!” ruggie is once again pressed against it.
you smile at him, waving at jack who had made his way over to us.
“you know coach told you to stop that, it smudges the glass.” you laughed.
ruggie pouts at you as he makes his way into the stands, jack not far behind, as he plops down next to you. he starts loosening his skates before turning to you with a mischievous smile on his face.
“you wanna go to a party?”
you quirk an eyebrow at him. “party where?”
”some of the heartslabyul guys are hosting it at some frat, i know we hate them and everything, but you gotta admit they throw good parties.”
of course, he wanted to go party with the rival team the night before a game. you couldn’t tell if this was strategic or just another one of ruggie’s horrible ideas. you sigh, looking over at jack.
”are you going?”
he nods.
ruggie wiggles his brows at you. “leona said he’ll come too.”
you flick his forehead, face burning with embarrassment.
“now why would you think that would convince me to go?”
jack is stifling his own laugh as ruggie howls with laughter. if there wasn’t a game tomorrow, you considered stealing the blades off their skates. thinking it over for a moment, you eventually decide that it wouldn’t kill you to go.
“i’m only going to keep an eye on all of you, that’s it.” ruggie smothers you in a hug.
“starts at ten, don’t be late or I'm coming to drag you out of your room, ‘kay?”
ten thirty on the dot, ruggie is pouring you another cup of jungle juice. you wince when you take a sip. whoever mixed that was extremely heavy handed with the liquor. the party’s in full swing, the frat house is absolutely packed. no one was missing a party thrown the night before a game, they always tended to get wild. you scan the room as you take another sip from your cup.
“looking for leona?” ruggie nudges me with his shoulder.
you choke on your drink before turning to glare at him. he lifts his hands in mock surrender, stupid grin plastered on his face. he looks over your shoulder and waves at someone.
“jack just got here, don’t move, i’ll be right back.”
you nod, leaning back against the wall. you knew he’d get distracted so you just made yourself comfortable. as you’re nodding your head along to the music, an arm wraps around your shoulder. you sigh as you turn to see who the arm’s attached to.
“cater, i’d be lying if i said i was glad to see you.”
he grabs his chest like he’d been stabbed. “and here i thought you came all the way here to see me, gorgeous.”
cater diamond, heartslabyul hockey captain and full time pain in the ass. you used to hook up for a bit before you transferred but it was never anything serious, cater wasn’t capable of serious. you chug the rest of your drink before shrugging his arm off of you.
“i wish i could live my life being as delusional as you.” you toss your cup in the nearby trash can, turning to walk away but cater grabs your arm.
“c’mon don’t you know i missed you?”
you couldn’t tell if it was because you were tipsy but he actually seemed sincere for once.
“oh please, where are all your little puck bunnies?”
he laughs, pulling you closer to him. “why do i need them when my favorite one is here?”
you’re actually about to laugh but you feel someone’s gaze burning into you. you make eye contact with leona from across the room. he’s grumpily watching the two of you over the edge of his red solo cup. you’d be surprised if it wasn’t cater you were talking to. the only person leona despised more than you was cater, and the two of you must have looked like a match made in hell to him. you stick your tongue out at him and turn back to cater. you weren’t team manager right now and you felt like getting payback for earlier today. you flash cater the biggest smile you can muster up.
“wanna dance with me?”
cater grabs your hand, dragging you through the crowd. he twirls you around as soon as you make it to the dance floor. you laugh as you press yourself against him when he he pulls you back, grinding your hips against his. you can feel cater’s hands running along your sides as he leans in to whisper in your ear.
“see this is why i missed you, y/n.”
you definitely must have looked like you were having too much fun because leona is making his way over to you. he shoves his way through the crowd until he’s right in front of both of you, arms crossed over his chest.
“we’re leaving now, early practice tomorrow.” he grumbles.
cater laughs over your shoulder. “i don’t think she wants to leave.”
“wasnt talking to you, diamond, but thanks,” leona grabs your arm, pulling you away from cater. “we’re leaving.”
“since when were you the boss of me?” that second drink was definitely creeping up on you, your mouth was way more reckless than usual.
“yeah, you heard the lady, she doesn’t want to go back home with you savanaclaw losers.” cater chimes in and you’re bracing yourself for the worst.
you just step to the side and leona is immediately in his face.
“the fuck did you just say?”
cater smirks. “you heard me loud and clear, kingscholar.”
a crowd is forming now, phones are out and ready to record a fight. you sigh, rubbing your temples. as much as cater annoyed you, you didn’t want to see him get his ass handed to him. you chime in, trying to deescalate the situation.
“hey, maybe it’s time for us to get going actually—“ cater holds up his hand to shush you.
“don’t worry, gorgeous, i’ll handle this jackass and we can get out of here.”
well, you tried. leona grabs him by the front of his shirt, practically snarling in his face. you were just hoping it was quick so you could actually go home now.
“say one more thing and you’ll be breathing out of a tube pretty soon.”
on cue, ruggie is running through the crowd, stepping between the two of them while jack pulls leona away from cater. you notice ace and trey have emerged from the crowd too, probably just in case they needed to jump in.
“great party, cant say i enjoyed seeing you wonderland rejects but that’s that,” ruggie hooks your arm with his. “see y’all at the game.”
ruggie walks out with you, jack in tow, dragging leona out by his collar as he barked curses at cater. once we were outside, ruggie and jack leave to get the car, leaving you alone with the heathen. you turn to leona, who’s still grumbling under his breath.
“you’re a fucking handful, you know that?”
he looks at you, bewildered. “me? what about your dumbass boyfriend?”
“first off, not my boyfriend. second of all, why would you even care?”
“as our team manager, ya just shouldn’t be talking to him, that’s all.”
“why? think i’m gonna fuck him and spill all our plays to him while im cumming?” you scoff, getting into his personal space.
leona laughs right in your face.
“what a joke, like that asshole could even make ya cum.”
“oh like you could do any better.”
the charged silence hangs between the two of you, the sound of your breathing and the muffled music coming from inside the house the only thing audible. you’re on each other in seconds. your hand is tugging at his ponytail as he bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp. leona’s tongue slips into your open mouth, tangling with your own as the two of you wrestle for dominance. his hands find the underside of your thighs, lifting you up with ease. your legs wrap around his waist as one of his hands moves up to grab at your ass. you tug the hair tie out of his hair, tossing it somewhere as you thread your fingers through his hair.
someone clears their throat, snapping you both back to reality.
leona drops you and you let out a curse as your butt hits the grass. jerk. you look up to see ruggie’s wide grin. leona looks between the two of you, wordlessly walking towards the car. you get up, brushing dirt off your jeans and point a finger at ruggie.
“you say anything about this at practice tomorrow, im getting coach to make you run suicides all morning, got it?” you narrow your eyes at him.
he just laughs, tossing an arm over your shoulder as you walk towards the car. “whatever you say, mrs. kingscholar”
you elbow him in the side, hard.
Be cute for YOU
Dress pretty for YOU
Celebrate for YOU
Wake up for YOU
Bloom for YOU
casual °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
✶ content: age gap (readers like 22 which makes levi around 34), mostly fluff, daddy kink ???, pet names, oral sex (male receiving), cum swallowing, facials, not proofread cuz i’m just a girl
✶ pairings: single dad!levi x nanny!reader
“your daddy’s gonna love these, right cordelia?” you boop her on the nose, making her giggle as she nods excitedly. you place the last messily frosted cupcake on the plate before helping cordelia off her step stool. you ruffle her hair, looking up when you hear the familiar sound of someone fumbling with their keys at the door. cordelia bolts from the kitchen and down the hallway, throwing herself into her father’s arms as soon as the door opens. you shake your head, smiling to yourself as you follow after her.
“how’s my favorite girl doing, huh?”
levi presses kisses all over her face as she squeals. your quiet laugh as you take in the scene before you draws his attention. he lifts cordelia into his arms as he walks over to me.
“don’t think i forgot about my other favorite girl.”
you can’t help but smile at his words, even though you're sure he’s just messing with you.
“now you got me wondering if you have any other favorite girls,” you tease.
“maybe, but you two are the only ones that matter.”
heat rises to your face and you swear you felt your heart stop for just a moment. you curse yourself for having this extremely juvenile crush on someone twelve years older than you, it was even worse since you worked for him. you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you notice cordelia whispering something in levi’s ear. his smile widens as he looks at her, then back to you.
“delia says you helped her make some cupcakes for me,” he playfully pinches her cheek.
“oh i helped her, huh,” you narrow my eyes at her jokingly, making her laugh. “but yes we did, to congratulate you for finishing your game.”
you can’t tell if you imagined it, but levi’s eyes soften as he looks at you. he presses a kiss to the top of cordelia’s head and grabs your hand, leading you back into the kitchen.
“now show me where those cupcakes are”
about two too many cupcakes and three disney princess movies later, cordelia is fast asleep in your lap, levi sitting across from you on the couch. he begins to loosen his tie, looking over at the two of you and laughing.
“someone’s all partied out.”
you laugh, brushing some of her hair out of her face. “what a bummer ‘cause i could watch moana again.” you carefully stand up, making sure not to wake her as you hold her.
he grabs your arm as you turn to make your way upstairs.
“i’ll put her to bed, just relax, okay?” he takes her from your arms, cradling her against his chest.
“you sure?”
he nods. “i can handle this little sea monster” with that, levi gives you a smile and heads upstairs. you stretch before walking into the kitchen to clean up a bit. you’re surprised he isn’t exhausted, being the lead developer at major game company couldn’t be an easy task. you really admired how he worked such long hours but always made time for cordelia. you spot the discarded icing bowl on the counter and pick it up, swiping some up on to your finger and popping it into your mouth.
“this doesn’t look like relaxing to me, mc.”
you startle, almost dropping the bowl. “hells! i almost had a fucking heart attack!”
posting something i finished a while back while i work on this leona fic; that may or may not have been inspired by my new obsession w heated rivalry :)
Christy, Claudia, Naomi & Kate // Chanel - S/S 1994
last summer °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
✶ content: low-key toxic, bit of angst, cheating, pregnancy sex, dacryphilia, makeup sex ???, dirty talk, panty sniffing/stealing, pet names, nanami doesn’t gaf abt your husband, not proofread ofc lol
✶ pairings: ex-husband!nanami x remarried!fem!reader
you’re trying your best to fan yourself with a magazine, back sticking uncomfortably to the leather sofa as you sweat. the air conditioner had broken again, the second time this month, and it just so happened to be one of the hottest days of the year. you pick up your phone, staring at the text from your husband swearing he’d fix the air conditioner as soon as he gets home from work. ever the sweet and loving wife, you had replied telling him not to worry about it, along with way too many heart emojis and a ‘i love you’.
throwing your head back on the couch, you wondered if baking in the heat like this was okay for the baby. you sit up again, opening up your contact list on your phone. reassuring yourself that you were only doing this for the benefit of your unborn child, you scroll down to the name that’s almost always on your mind and hit call.
nanami is at your apartment in under an hour, explaining to you over the phone that you had been lucky to catch him on his day off.
the two of you had barely exchanged any words from the moment you had opened the door to now, as you’re seated on the couch watching him work on the air conditioner. you should probably be giving him space to work but it’s hard to pull your eyes away from him. the muscles on his back rippled under that tight blue polo, a gift from you actually, as he unfastened the air conditioner from the windowsill to get a better look at it. you unconsciously bite your lip as he lifts the heavy ass air conditioner with ease, placing it on the floor and crouching to inspect it.
you wished you were that air conditioner.
quickly shaking the thought from your head, you clear your throat, causing nanami to lift his head.
“do you want anything to drink, i was about to get up?”
“water, thanks.” he’s right back at it, attempting to take apart the filter or something.
scooting yourself off the couch, sundress sticking to the back of your thighs from how hot it was getting in the room, you make your way into the kitchen. you open the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water. you don’t even get a chance to close the fridge door, a hand appearing in your peripheral vision to slam it closed. you startle, whipping yourself around to look up at nanami, who’s got you cornered against the fridge now.
your love °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
✶ content: arranged marriage, extremely pathetic idia ??? (couldn’t help myself), public sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, breeding kink, potential baby trapping ???, praise kink, not proofread cuz i live on the edge
✶ pairings: prince!idia x foreign princess!reader
odd.
that was the only way i could describe him.
just odd.
i’d been staying in the shroud family’s palace for a little over a week now in preparation for my upcoming wedding to their eldest son, idia. not that i had seen much of him. he had exchanged a few brief words with me, not even making eye contact, before scurrying off to some dark corner of the palace.
that wasn’t why i found him so odd though.
at every meal, i’d feel eyes on me, only to glance across the table to find idia quickly looking down at his plate, blush covering his pale face.
he was terrible at hiding so i’d notice him watching me from behind a tree whenever i’d go for a walk in the gardens. a simple smile and wave from me in his direction and he’d be running right back inside.
i wasn’t used to men being so timid, so easily frightened. the men from my homeland were nothing like idia. so that’s probably what made him even more intriguing. maybe it was a custom here to hide from your wife until the wedding day.
as another week passed by with the same antics, i was beginning to get a bit frustrated. the two of us were about to get married next month and he couldn’t even hold a conversation with me.
not to mention, the constant feeling of idia’s eyes on me was beginning to stir something inside of me. which may or may not have contributed to the dream i had about him last night, waking up with my panties completely soaked through. so today, as i made my way through the gardens on my daily stroll, i decide to change things.
“i know you’re there, idia”
i hear a sharp intake of breath and turn to see idia trying to slink away from his hiding place behind one of the garden statues.
“not so fast! you’re talking to me whether you like or not!”
he freezes at my words as i march over to him. his blue hair is falling into his face as he hangs his head, looking at his feet.
“could you look at me please?”
he reluctantly lifts his head at my request. i have to hold back a laugh at how obedient he seems right now. i reach out to brush his hair out of his face and he recoils away from me. my hand hangs in the air for a moment before dropping to my side.
“i’m sorry i didn’t mean t-“
“NO! I-IT’S FINE, R-REALLY!”
his sudden outburst catches me off guard and my eyes widen before i burst out laughing. a blush spreads across his face as he fiddles with the sleeve of his blazer. i reach out again, this time he doesn’t pull back and i tuck some strands of his hair behind his ear.
“there, that’s better.”
i find my own face heating up from how hard he’s staring at me right now. i quickly look away, gaze trailing to the fountain. i clear my throat as i watch the water trickle down.
“it’s a really nice day, isn’-“
“i think you’re g-gorgeous”
i whip my head back to look at him, shocked. somehow, his blush deepens and he begins stumbling over his words, a mix of apologies and failed attempts at explaining himself.
“i-i mean that in a completely non o-objectifying way of course so-“
this time i cut him off.
after a long hiatus (aka i got locked out of my account like an idiot) i’m back n ready to get back to writing !! ofc ill still mainly be writing for twst but i want to branch out to other fandoms so look out for those !! i have a few old requests in my inbox that i will still write for cuz they’re like super good but i also encourage yall to send more in !!
glad to be back !!
xoxo, star.
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✶ content: lowkey toxic cater, enemies to lovers ??, friends with benefits to lovers ?? (i don't know how to describe this dynamic), possessive cater, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, spit as lube, not proofread sorry
✶ pairings: fuckboy!cater x fem!reader
"are you going to the party at heartslabyul later?"
you looked at the text from your friend, letting out a long sigh. you didn't want to pass up on a party but you also didn't want to see him. you grimaced as the thought of him crossed your mind. shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you pick up your phone to text back:
"fuck it. i'll be there, swing by to get me at 10."
one thing about a heartslabyul party is that it'll always have a big turnout. it was only 10:30 and you were already being squished in the packed dorm hall, other students having a great time around you. loud music blared from speakers somewhere in the room and you clutched your cup to your chest. this was like your third cup of whatever kind of alcohol but it was damn good and helping you forget your current issue. cater was dancing with some girl, you'd never seen her before probably from another school, but that wasn't important. she was grinding on him and he was definitely grinding back.
you take your phone out of your pocket to see if he replied to your text. left on delivered. no shocker there. it was stupid of you to even ask him that question anyway. you don't even realize you crushed your cup in your hand out of frustration while watching them. sighing, you toss the cup out and make your way to the kitchen for a refill. you lock eyes with cater as you make your way through the room. you both hold eye contact for too long. you quickly turn your head away, walking faster.
you help yourself to the punch in the kitchen, pouring yourself another cup. someone reaches out to grab your shoulder and you shriek. "jeez calm down, you know it's me" the sound of his voice is enough to agitate you. you turn around to face him, swatting his hand off of you. "cater, i'm really not in the mood" he smirks before putting both hands on the counter behind you, caging you in.
"c'mon you're always in the mood for me, don't be shy now"
you push against his chest firmly, knocking him back a little. "well tonight i'm not, you can go back to your little girlfriend" you see his face morph into a look of confusion before you walk off, heading for the bathroom. you don't realize that he followed you until he pushes you into the bathroom, following after you and locking the door behind him. "cater what the fuck is wrong wit-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss before you can finish your sentence.
you can't help but kiss back. he was right after all, you were always in the mood for him.
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i’ll be posting frequently now tht i have more free time n more creative inspo !
i’ll start writing for more fandoms taking more reqs etc. !
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star
on break rn i’ll try to get through some reqs while i’m back home !