#u flatter me anon.. CRAVING… pls

[wisteriagoesvroom]

why not some snippets from all 🙏🙏 or one of your choose or whichever one is winning the poll. craving some wisteria writing rn fr

behold, not the winning wip from the poll, but enjoy a snippet from the girl!lando x boy!oscar fic… which i will finish when life gets less bonkers. 🍊🫡

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In the flurry of departures, not many people seem to notice the rookie who’s no longer wearing an orange shirt. Ahead of him, Lando wipes her brow, wipes her eyes, pretends she isn’t angry-crying about her race result. But on the way out, flanked by Will and Jana and Charlotte, a girl shouts Lando’s name.

Lando turns, relaxes her shoulders, and puts on a smile. The girl’s parents look delighted, all warm and starstruck in the way that people usually are when driver’s talk to them like fellow human beings, when drivers manifest as a full three-dimensional person rather than a collection of 4K pixels on a screen. They look starstruck in a way that Oscar is pretty sure his own presence will never warrant.

“You did so amazing, Lando!” The girl says. She must be about eight. A wisp. Probably barely bigger than Lando was at that age. Oscar also remembers just a little older and being a grid kid. He knows how important and formative these experiences are. And it speaks to Lando’s generosity, the endless way she always gives maybe too much of herself, to pay it forward.

“I could’ve been better! But I really appreciate it, thank you. What’s your name?” Lando asks, grabbing the felt tip pen.

“Olive.”

Lando leans in. “Can I tell you a secret, Olive?”

Olive nods.

“Sometimes, I pick the olives out of my pasta. It makes my tongue feel funny.” Lando makes a face, and Olive laughs. “But I think you have a very lovely name. Do you want to maybe drive here one day?”

“Yeah! My dream is to be just like you.”

“Maybe better, ey? But maybe one day. Maybe one day!”

Charlotte is giving the stare like they really have to go. Lando turns and says some words to the parents, the usual thank you for coming, thank you for supporting us, platitudes that are usually platitudes but Oscar admires the way that Lando means them anyway.

The group starts moving away, before Lando stops, and turns. She yanks the cap off her head and presses it into Olive’s hands. The girls’ parents look delighted.

“Sorry. S’abit sweaty. But might come in handy one day, yeah?”

Olive beams.

And Oscar likes to think he generally is unmoved by acts of human emotion. But he thinks there’s a part of his permafrost heart that maybe cracks a bit at Lando’s warmth, too.

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[commanderserwin]

heart says?

pairings: levi ackerman x reader

genre: modern AU; angst & fluff

request: Could u do a angsty fluff love triangle story pls? + I’m the love triangle anon and could you do it with Levi please? Like another male/female character it’s up to u but it’s ultimately ends up being Levi and reader? 🥰🥰🥰

a/n: here you go! i made it into a whole scenario so i hope this is okay! enjoy and thank you! ♡

It’s very flattering.

But it made you so guilty and confused because you didn’t want to break another’s heart. It wasn’t suppose to happen, being stuck in a confusing pile of love with two choices between them. It’s very flattering but it’s very confusing.

One is a friend. The other is a great friend. 

By great, it means thinking of doing things usual friend wouldn’t do. Be it kissing, cuddling, sex— but not all that. It was their affection that you craved. The lingering looks. The subtle touches. The words that reassures you. The more time spent together, because you wanted more and more of it. You like spending time with them, getting lost in hours just talking, walking together, even texting. The tingles because of the butterflies in your stomach. The rush of blood evident on your cheeks if they even move a little closer. The brush of hands as both of you walk down the street. All the little things. 

It was falling in love; being in love.

Hugh winked his way over, raising his hand in greeting while you did so. Levi avoided your eyes as he walked by. 

Hanji nudged your shoulder with theirs, winking just like how Hugh did. And it made you barf, because Hanji just over did it, and they ended up laughing beside you. 

“So who are we picking?”

“What?!”

“Oh, everybody knows.”

“Knows what?”

Hanji gave you a pointed, knowing look as they stopped chewing their lunch to give you that look. You followed Hanji’s eyes as they pointed at Hugh who was in line for food with a smile gracing their face as he talked animatedly to your co-worker; while Levi... Levi crossed his arms, waiting for his turn. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“God.”

Your eyes moved back and forth towards them, like a hawk choosing its prey which is morbid because you have to make a choice. Nobody is forcing you but while you make this situation any longer, if you drag it any longer, people will get hurt. You will get hurt because the torture of guilt will corrupt your mind because you know who to choose. You weren’t ready with the responsibility of choosing. One will succeed, you’ll be happy, and the other would wallow hung their head low because they lost. 

Hugh was a friend. He clicked with you the from your first day at work. He ran through everything you have to do, lingered in your space longer than you wanted but you took it all in good graces. He was just showing you around, which is common courtesy for a new co-worker. As time goes by, both of your office hours would begin with a conversation that was left off from yesterday, continuing with such ease that you found yourself smiling and joking around with him. It was always like that, done in good graces and you enjoyed your time with him. Until one day, it clicked. His actions showed that he wasn’t looking for a friend, he was looking for something more and he made that very clear. But you steered off those actions, and tried to make it as you were oblivious to it. 

Levi was a great friend. It surprised you because the first day, he didn’t once speak with you. Then, it surprised you even more because you two were walking the same way home. He turned around, stopping in his tracks as his brows dipped in the middle, curious as to why you were walking behind him. Both of you were stumped that day, while you explained that it was your way home. Then it got too weird, because you followed his steps up an apartment, and the turn once more. He realized what was happening, and he brushed it off. Until, it has become a routine for the two of you. It’s either you who waits for him; or him who waits for you. No talks, just comfortable silence as your shoes hits the gravel with every step until two of have to break away to get inside their respective apartments. 

Then, you have to factor in the things that happens by being neighbors. It’s surprising when Levi was the first one to knock on your door to ask for some sugar or salt. Then it was your turn, who asks for a nearby take-out place. Then at some point, Levi gives you a beer, and leaves. So, the decent thing to do was to knock on his door, with the beer in your hand and a quick grab of the half-eaten chips on your pantry as you invited yourself inside his home. 

Levi was always quiet, but you weren’t dumb too. He was a friend, but it feels different with him. The minutes spent together feels like heaven, and you could only pray that it lasts forever. The lingering stares that you aren’t a stranger to, you wanted that. And as a hint, you gave it to him. It was probably the first time you’ve seen him blush as he does. The little knocks on the door, if he asks for something and when it was your turn, he’d eventually leave you be in his kitchen to grab whatever you would need while he browses his Netflix suggestions— and you’d be left stunned because he has plenty of salt and sugar.  

Or when he waits by the entrance of the building, or by the elevator to join you in the walk home. 

“Hey!”

“Hugh.”

“That’s me!” Hugh exclaimed, taking the seat in front of you and Hanji. He waved his hand in front of your eyes and you only raised a brow, “Thinking of something deep?”

“Oh, uhm,” you licked your lips, stabbing the salad with your fork as you blew a sigh, in a hurry to think of something. “No! No! I was thinking of... work.” 

“Boss got you doing more stuff?” Hugh asked, rubbing your hand with his thumb. It feels so weird, and unnatural that you used it to grab a napkin to wipe your mouth. Hugh brushed it off, starting to eat his meal. 

Your eyes followed Levi as he walked towards the table, but in perfect mask, he flung his head towards the other table, perfectly walking away from you. 

“I have to do something,” Hanji stood up, squeezing your shoulder in secret, as they smiled at you. “I’ll leave you two be.” 

Before you could stop, Hanji is off to Levi’s table, animatedly talking while Levi would only grunt and nod occasionally. 

Levi knew what it meant— and that Hugh was eating with you, again. He is always is too late, too slow, a big coward when it comes to you; and this is how the universe repays him. He wallows in his meal, chewing forcefully at how much he hates Hugh’s face. His whole being— dislike. A big dislike. Couldn’t Hugh take a hint that you didn’t want him? But whenever Levi thinks of that, he couldn’t help but cringe for thinking that— because he doesn’t even know if you like him like that. He’s too dumb for words so he settles for his actions. 

He likes being near you. He enjoys both your loud and silent company, for the days when work was fun and for the days when work was heavy. And whenever he isn’t around you, it makes him feel incomplete. It wasn’t in his book to fall, he just couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help that he finds you so endearing. Like a thread pulling him closer to you. 

But with Hugh? He’s a lost cause. 

Still, Levi finds himself waiting for you by the exit, just like any other day.

He buttoned his coat, waiting by the door as he watched you slip past the crowd with a smile reserved just for him— the one that says: ‘There you are.’ 

But it was cut short when Hugh appeared in the scene. Levi watched your eyes flutter to him, and back to Hugh, struggling to make up an excuse as he could see it in your face. Ultimately, Hugh has got his dazzling smile and an arm around your shoulder as he showed you the way to his car down at an another exit. Levi stayed watching Hugh drag you, until you raised your phone and mouthed: ‘Text you!’  

Levi walked himself alone, clutching his phone in his hand, waiting for you to text him. But you didn’t.

It was close to midnight when Hugh dropped you off at your building, thankful that you’ve got the day-off for tomorrow. You raced up the stairs, leaving a loud ‘Goodnight!’ towards Hugh, while you finally reached the top to open the door to the building. You almost slipped, making you clutch the railings in relief as well as the hot take-out you’ve got in your arms. You turned around the corner, avoiding your apartment door because Levi lives on the second flood, and relief flushes through you again, because he was still awake. 

You cleared your throat, fixing your hair as you prepared to knock with a smile. 

Levi didn’t even need to know who scrambled right in front of his door, because he could hear your loud panting across from it, as he opened the door right away from your hands. 

“Hi,” you breathed, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as Levi only stood there in his pajamas. “I… I brought food. Take-out from our favorite place?”

“Where’s Hugh?” Levi asked, never moving the door an inch wider as he stared at you. He shouldn’t feel bitter that you forgot about him, but his feelings are all over the place and he couldn’t pinpoint if its right or wrong. He’s in a debate if he should let you in or not, or whatever else is running through his mind. 

“Oh! He left. He dropped me off,” you answered, licking your lips as you breathed deeply. You waved the take-out in his face, with a wide smile, and brief desperation on your eyes when he didn’t move a muscle. “So? What do you say?”

“I say that you need to,” Levi started, clutching the doorknob, his thoughts in shambles as his heart was in thudded harder and harder. He read your eyes, and he almost opened the door wider, but he fought himself. Stay. “Go home.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked quietly, pushing the take-out through the small crack. He only followed your hands, “It’s your favorite.”

“I had dinner already.” 

“Oh, but... Right, right. It’s okay. Goodnight, Levi.”

Levi tapped his fingers behind the door, holding his ground. As empty his expressions are, his thoughts are the complete opposite. He scanned your face again, desperation on full display as you shook your head, pulling away from his door. Levi could only watch as you nod your head repeatedly, holding the food on your chest as you stepped away hurriedly. He closed his eyes, sighing as he listened to your footsteps fade into the hallway and down into the stairs, until he could hear the faint closing of your door. 

Levi couldn’t close the door. He couldn’t just stay there by his door, hanging on to the sound of your door closing. He went back inside his apartment, fiddling with his phone as he checked his notifications for something that could differ his attention away from you. But he couldn’t stop to see your face— on how it broke down the instant he rejected. The way he didn’t open his door any wider than he would look.

Perhaps, he was hurting himself for his sanity. He didn’t want to be tossed like rag-doll, get dragged like a rag-doll because he didn’t want to be dragged at where you thought it was possible. He doesn’t want to follow your every step just because he likes you. He doesn’t want for him to be tossed at any direction possible, but only towards at you. 

Maybe it was for the best. 

Maybe all he has to do was power through this, breathed through this— yet he found himself standing up from the couch, looking at the clock as it struck midnight, and like a prince in a movie, he follows you. 

Hugh understood. He could never compete with a guy like Levi. He read it from your face the moment your first day ended. He is just strung-up with the idea of you, and that idea has to vanish because it was never him. So, Hugh understood. That’s why he dragged you for a late dinner, fully knowing that Levi was watching. Because Hugh could instantly read what was happening, he just didn’t want to see it. But at some point, he understands so well that he had to tell you it. 

You held your breath like you were underwater when Hugh confessed. It was supposed to feel magical, the tingles, the blushes— but all you felt was flattery and admiration because somebody confessed to you like that. You wished you had the guts to confess like that. Hugh confessed his heart out, but instead of watching the eyes sparkle, it glinted hopelessness and bravery for doing so. 

“But, I know you like Levi,” Hugh ended his confession as he clunk your glasses together through the dinner. 

“Hugh…” you sighed, rubbing your temples with your fingers because it felt too nauseating, too real, that he said that. You blinked, mustering courage as you finally looked at him. “You’re a nice guy, but-,”

“I’m not Levi,” Hugh added, nodding to himself. He chuckled softly when you groaned before him, and because this was the only time he has seen you so disturbed at the reality. He softly voiced his thoughts, but it has rung the alarms in your whole being. “Go get him.” 

You lifted your head up, mouth parted as Hugh nodded. He rubbed your hand one last time, comforting as always, and you let him. He leaned in forward, raising his glass at you, ushering you to clunk them together, one last time. Hugh held his head up high, finally letting go as you stared in shock. 

“Go get him.” 

And you did, but he didn’t want to be get. 

The food has gone cold on coffee table, still wrapped up in plastic as you removed your shoes and jacket, chucking them on the floor and on the chair. The only company you have was the phone in your hand, and the deep ringing sound when it has been too quiet. It’s staring into an abyss, waiting for something to happen, because you wanted something to happen. 

Maybe it was your mind playing games on you, thinking that he likes you back. Maybe a figment of your imagination. Maybe you read the signs wrong. Maybe it was nothing. It is nothing, and you were right about that. 

“Fuck,” you groaned into your hands as you hung your head low back into the sofa, thinking of how embarrassing it was. “I’m not good at this.” 

The silent void filled you, coloring your thoughts into static, thinking of how it went so badly that you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. It went so badly that you wanted for it be vanish into nothing. “Oh, help me.” 

Somebody knocked on the door, making you jump up in your sit, scowling as it got your heart beating so fast, that you only stared at the door. Nobody knocks on your door at midnight. Even if you’re crazy enough for some guy, you weren’t crazy enough to open the door at midnight. They knocked again, and you only leaned into the sofa, closing your eyes as you waited for them to leave. 

“Oi.” 

Levi. 

“Open the door.” 

Levi. 

“I know you’re in there. Lights are still on.” 

You have never jumped so quickly out of the sofa, scrambling hard to get to the door. Your hand hovered by the doorknob, breathing hard if you have enough face to face him. 

“Open.”

The ever so demanding. 

“Hi,” you smiled, opening the door for him. 

He crossed his arms, eyes looking behind you, and he finally spotted what was supposed to be his conversation starter.  “Dinner is still on?”

“I thought you already ate.” 

“I did.” Levi pointedly looked, nibbling on his lower lip as he waited for your answer that felt like eternity. He could easily read your mind and you knew something was bothering you. Maybe this was a mistake. “Let’s eat.”

“Listen, Levi,” you whispered, leaning on to the door as it swung slightly open, trying to avoid his eyes. “About Hugh…” 

“Me?” Levi asked, taking a step backwards. It was a mistake. 

“No! Hugh! H-U-G-H!” You almost exclaimed but you caught yourself at the last second. “I… You! Levi!,”

Levi stopped, and tilted his head to the side, as you closed your eyes. He couldn’t believe his ears when you said it. He had to lean in forward as you mumbled your words again, finally opening his eyes to match his greys’ stares. 

“I like you.” You confessed, channeling Hugh’s bravery from the dinner. 

Levi only stood there, brows furrowed as he crossed his arms. He nodded, his face turning to stoic— just like from the first day. Just like when you followed him home, to realizing the two of you lived in the same building. Levi thought of all the princess movies he’s had knowledge from— watched, because at some point you picked the movie in his Netflix suggestions, and he couldn’t say no. He thought that if princes run after their princesses, happily ever after would magically appear. But in his sorry case, it didn’t. It was pathetic.

“Okay,” Levi sighed, eyeing the food again. If this was the last thing he could ever get to do with you, he’ll do it with shame and honor all horribly mixed into one. It wouldn’t go away anytime soon because he works with you. Lives in the building with you. Walks with you. So he focuses on his last hurrah, the last take-out dinner night. “Are we still on with the dinner?”

It was like whiplash. Levi nonchalantly pointed at the food, making you look all confused, because you don’t know what’s happening. He was supposed to blush! Stutter! Murmur his confession to you! But, he didn’t do any of those. 

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“You like Hugh.” 

“God,” you sighed, almost falling into your knees, begging for him to understand. 

Tears were falling from your face from confusion, and the feeling of the nonexistent patience you thought you had with confessing. Maybe you did have to kneel. You took Levi’s hands, turning them over in yours and the memories of having to brush them against yours for every walk you have to endure without exploding about him— it all came crashing on you. “You! L-E-V-I! I like you!” 

It finally dawned on him, and the tingles were back on track. For the amount of times he’s cleared his throat to cover up the absence of his words, he is sure he’d have no throat to use tomorrow. 

Levi stood there like a mannequin, and like a thread pulling him to you, he lets it guide him. Until he’s inches away from you, lips all parted, waiting for somebody to fill in the silence still. But maybe it wasn’t needed. 

You shudder with how close he was, and you’re drinking it all. His grey eyes traced your very features, he’s drinking it all. He shivered under your touch, as you placed a palm over his heart, and you smiled with how his heart is making up for his loss of words. His heart thumped underneath your touch, hard and fast, and you nodded. You looked for his hand, turning them over as you guided him to do the same. His hand was warm over your thin blouse, moving slightly to feel your heart thump the same. Beat the same as his, feel it ride its high with just being with him. 

Both of you listened, small smiles gracing each other’s lips as both of you let your hearts speak the same language. 

[noroviruses]

OKAY SO I'M TUMBLR INCOMPETENT and I have notifications turned off bc... i only use this hellsite for gross kink reasons and didn't want ppl seeing notifs and i like... assumed it would pop up in the app if i got an ask. but APPARENTLY NOT. so uh. wow I'm tremendously sorry that I'm just seeing these now, i promise I'm just a doofus and not actually an asshole. pls don't feel discouraged about sending me asks. and also holy shit i have over 300 followers, i love all you kinksters and i will try to post more.

boba anon: more like pooping boba amirite i mean. hot.

single anon: i am not single!

tummy rumbling anon: aaaah yes Good Shit. i looooove a long buildup of nausea, but I'm also weak for sudden puking. i can never decide which is my fave.

cj & dani anons: AAAAA wtf y'all are so lovely. I write so sporadically because my adhd brain is Uncooperative, so I don't want to promise anything, but I am feeling very flattered and also inspired. i have IDEAS for where the story should go, with pleeeeenty of scat, plus puking, plus smut. stomach viruses are contagious, u know.

also re: pre-approved substances, cj and dani have an arrangement that, as long as it's not a terribly inconvenient time (like a work night), and not too often, they can give the other person laxatives or something that upsets their stomach secretly. as like a sexy surprise. honestly the practicalities of this are probably way too complicated to work irl, but in Horny Fantasy Land it totally makes sense, ok.

i also rly am craving some kink content with trans men. i might try and do something around that if there's interest? idk hmu. i need direction.