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[rejected3]

Inktober day 9. HEAVY.  🖤ྀིྀི

[levionlyyours]

Revenge, Served Hot

☆ Day 9 of Domaystic | Unlabeled containers | Event by @domaystic

☆ Summary: Levi gets a spicy surprise when you fail to label your sauces in the fridge.

☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader

☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Humor

☆ Word Count: 0.7k

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You don’t think much of it when the hot sauce bottle cracks. It’s just a thin fracture along the side, enough to leak if tilted the wrong way. You don’t have any spare condiment bottles, so you pour it into a jar without thinking twice. You wipe the rim clean, screw the lid on tight, and place it in the fridge beside the leftover spaghetti sauce.

I’ll remember to label it, you tell yourself.

You do not remember.

.

Dinner is quiet. Levi sets his plate of spaghetti on the table across from you while you pick at your food—something separate you’d whipped up quickly for yourself, because Levi insisted on finishing the leftovers—half-distracted and half-content in the stillness.

You don’t notice when he enters the kitchen, opens the fridge, and grabs the jar of spaghetti sauce. It’s identical to the jar beside it. Levi doesn’t bother asking what it is. He just notices that it’s the same size, same color, and it’s in the same place.

You only realize something is wrong when he sits back down, twists the lid open, and pours a generous amount over his pasta. You glance up briefly, then pause. Your brain lags a second too long. That is not spaghetti sauce.

You open your mouth to speak, but he takes a bite before you can say anything. He chews and swallows, then takes another bite. 

Then, his eyes go wide and he shouts your name. 

His chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he stands up so abruptly it startles you. His expression twists into discomfort and disbelief as he turns toward the trash, opens it with his foot, and spits the bite out without hesitation.

You blink at him, and then it clicks.

“Oh—oh my god—” you say, clapping a hand over your mouth. Laughter already surges before you can stop it, the realization hitting all at once as Levi pours a glass of milk and drinks it down in irritated gulps.

“What the hell is wrong with the sauce?” he demands, eyes narrowing at you.

You really try to keep it together, but you don’t succeed. “That’s not—” you gasp, laughing now, shoulders shaking as you point weakly toward the fridge. “That’s not spaghetti sauce—”

Levi freezes and slowly lowers his glass. “What?”

“It’s the hot sauce,” you manage between breaths, wiping at your eyes. “The bottle cracked so I put it in a jar and I forgot to label it—”

Levi stares at you. You’re still practically cackling. “You think this is funny?”

That’s when it hits you. You get out of your chair and take one step back, then another. You’re still smiling, still breathless, but you finally notice the way he’s looking at you now—something just this side of revenge.

“...Lee,” you say carefully.

He takes a step forward. You turn and run. Your laughter echoes down the hallway, your footsteps quick as you dart toward the bedroom. You’re fully aware that this is a terrible idea and you’re still doing it anyway.

“Get back here,” he calls after you. You can hear the amusement beneath the irritation.

“No way!” you shout.

You barely make it to the bed before he catches up, his hand closing around your wrist just enough to pull you back, momentum carrying you both forward as he tackles you down onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

“Levi!” you gasp, still giggling as you try—and fail—to push him off.

“This is your fault,” he mutters, pinning you easily, one hand braced beside your head as he leans over you. His expression is hardened but not nearly as serious as he wants it to be.

“I didn’t know you’d—” you start, cutting yourself off with another laugh.

“You didn’t label it.”

“I said I forgot!”

“That’s a pathetic excuse.”

“It’s not an excuse!”

He huffs gently. Then his gaze flicks to your mouth. There’s a pause. You barely have time to react before he leans in, closing the distance in one smooth motion, his lips pressing against yours. His tongue delves into your mouth, twisting with yours. 

It takes you half a second to realize what he’s doing.

“Oh my god!” you pull back, laughing and coughing lightly as the lingering heat hits your tongue, swatting at his shoulder. “Levi!”

He leans back just enough to look at you, completely and utterly satisfied. “Now it’s even,” he says.

“You’re evil.”

“You started it.”

“I did not—”

“You did.”

You open your mouth to argue, then stop, because he’s still hovering over you, still looking at you like you’re his entire world, and despite everything—the chaos, the spice, the absolute disaster of a dinner—you realize it’s totally worth it.

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[whumpmyworld]

@whumpgifathon || Day 9: You Should Probably Get That Looked At Self Care | Broken Bones | Bleeding The Resident - S01E10

[madmarsii]

Wolf and Little Goat

June of Doom 2025 | 9. Hammer

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“You heard the story, right?” Whumper circled around Whumpee, swinging the hammer playfully. “About the baby goats?”

Whumpee sank deeper into the corner. He didn’t dare to breathe. Didn’t dare to look up.”

“Mother told them not to open the door to strangers. But they didn’t listen. Do you know who was waiting outside?”

Whumpee whimpered, curling in on himself, shoulders hunched like he could somehow disappear into his own body. Every beat of his heart slammed against his ribs, frantic, deafening—a terrified drumroll building toward a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. His breath caught in his throat as Whumper strode closer, his heart hammered faster and faster, so much so Whumpee hoped it might stop and spare him of what was about to come

“A wolf.”

Whumper smiled, his mouth full of sharp teeth. He moved closer to Whumpee, grabbed his wrist and yanked him to the middle of the shed.

Then came the blow, sudden and brutal. Whumpee didn’t even register the swing before agony exploded in his ankle. A white-hot burst of anguish shot through him, short-circuiting his senses. His vision blacked out, then flashed blindingly white as he screamed.

Pain.

This much pain will surely kill him.

“I told you not to run.”

Whumper’s words were in haze.

“I told you there would be consequences—but you had to be just like another baby goat, right?”

Whumpee couldn’t breathe. The pain was overwhelming. Monstrous.

“But we can play this game. Look,” Whumper grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head to the side. “Do you see that box? There’s wolf waiting inside.”

“Please,” Whumpee choked. “No.”

Whumper smiled again, his beastly teeth catching what little light there was . “You should run, little goat.”

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I only took a little part of the prompt, but the story wanted it that way. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3

@juneofdoom

[puttersmile]

Queen Bobbee

When you accidentally pollenate your bf and he becomes your most loyal drone servant thing.

Look if Bobby has to live in a stupid beehive at least give her the power to control bees. Otherwise I have no idea why I drew this.

I'm counting it towards Hopvember though lmao! Day 5 and Day9. Picky and Crafty. I'm very beehind.

[heartofafiend]

Day 9 Nostalgia

There was a nostalgic charm to autumn’s evenings, to the crumbling of leaves under your feet, to the sound of wind hauling in the distance. It reminded you of the time where there was no “it’s complicated” or silent smiles that are almost real but not really. Simpler times when you could just take Caleb’s hand and run to the nearest pile of leaves without a worry in the world, when you could tell him everything and anything. 

But now things were different, and his broad shoulders before you reminded you of that with each step through the evening walk.

[averybucktommydecember]

the gift revealed on this day was...

a lovely bucktommy colouring page brought to you by none other than @kitty-tommykinarddefender and what's more, you can see the fully coloured version on her blog!

if you'd like to share your finished piece, please tag #avbtd calendar so we can see and reblog your posts!

please reblog the post linked above to support the artist. a big big thank you to kitty for drawing this day's gift! ❤

[logicgunn]

failsafe (part 1)

On AO3

The power goes out, plunging Rodney into darkness. It shouldn’t be a problem, but he’s in the one place with unreliable emergency lighting.

The elevator shaft.  

He presses his ear to the door, straining to hear signs of life from outside, counting irregular time to the rhythm of his heart and coming up far too long to be stuck in a glorified steel box with rapidly dwindling oxygen—  

“I’m going to die!”  

The hatch above him opens and down abseils salvation on a thin black rope.  

“Not if I can help it,” says John, pulling the penlight from his teeth.