two in one boots



I would like to make the paint brand “Angelus” known. It is a special paint that is for leather, faux leather, rubber, and similar surfaces.

This is literally the best paint you can buy if you love a pair of shoes, but they aren’t in the right color for your character.

This stuff coats VERY well AND the coats of paint bend with your shoes. This means no cracking!!

In the photos above I took black rain boots and painted them with Angelus Turquoise. As you can see, they don’t look black any more! It’s so good!

I managed to paint two boots with a little one ounce bottle of the paint, and I still have a third of the bottle left over!

The paint dries very fast, so you can put layer on top of layer on top of layer without it streaking.

You can get the paint on Amazon and it comes in every color!

I just really wanted to make this known!! :D This stuff is amazing!

Thievery | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: no

summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…

word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)

a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy

part 2  part 3


Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.

Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.

Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.

“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.

“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.

“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…

“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.

“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.

“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.

“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.

“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.

“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.

“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.

Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit

Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.

Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.

“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.

“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…

You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.

“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.

“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother. 

“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.

You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.

“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.

“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”

In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.

When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?

“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.

“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded. 

“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.

“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.

“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.

Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.

Hi my name Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde (Gwynbleidd) of Rivia and I have long milk-white hair (that’s how I got my name) and golden cat eyes like oriole tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Vesemir (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Iorveth but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witcher, and I go to a fortress called Kaer Morhen amidst the peaks of the Blue Mountains in Kaedwen. I’m a master swordsman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black armor. For example today I was wearing a black warrior’s leather jacket with silver studs around it and black trousers, black gauntlets, and black leather boots. I was wearing two swords on my back - one silver, one steel, and my special wolf medallion. I was walking outside Kaer Morhen. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of drowners stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Remember this friendly Nova guy here? That’s Rhomann Dey, the one guy who arrested Peter multiple times in the past, was fully aware of Peter’s upbringing as a Ravager and his life as an Outlaw, but still laughed at Peter’s cheeky attitude, conversed rather friendly with him and believed him when Peter wanted to help Xandar.

So I actually headcanon that Dey was one of the very first officer to ever arrest Peter – back when Peter was still a child – and he just developed a soft spot for the cheeky, rude child.

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Summary: Reader is a close member of the McCall Pack through Chris Argent’s friendship with her mother. Taking a break from the pack following the supernatural deadpool Reader runs into a pair of hunting brothers on a hunt. She reaches the town Riverdale where she intrigues two investigating teens in the wake of a murder

Characters: Reader, Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Scott McCall, Stiles Silinski, Lydia Martin (mentioned), Liam Dunbar (mentioned), Deaton, and Polly Cooper (mentioned)

Words: 3399

Disclaimer: I don’t own Riverdale, Archie Comics, Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own any songs ot gifs that may show up either.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, wounds, supernatural beings, and possession.

Author: Caitsy

Requested: @fandomnationwhore

Tagged: At the bottom

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this!

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You quickly cleaned the stab wound in your side that would heal pretty quick. That’s a positive to being half angel, one third demon and one third human where you would heal faster than a human but slower that the supernatural parts of you. The healing time came down to the severity of the wound and if it was given by an alpha wolf. When you were conceived your father had been possessed by a high level demon and it turned out your father, once not possessed, was revealed to be a direct descendent of Jesus. Your mother however was an angel that fell once you were born. Somehow the human part of your father had managed to come to you so technically you had two biological fathers and one mother.

“Where will you go now?” Scott asked digging into his shoulder for the bullet still lodged in there from the fight.

“Travel around.” You shrugged tying the thread in order to begin stitching up the wound. It was a gaping wound that would take twice the time if you didn’t stitch it up.

“You could stay with us.” Scott said leaning against the counter.

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Thick-Calved Knee High Boot Lovin’ Babes, Listen Up

I’ve got a secret for you, but first comes a story. 

So I ordered these adorable boots that just arrived a few days ago, two pair of the exact same knee high boots, one brown & one black. I open the box, super psyched to put them on and *GASP* they won’t zip half way up my thigh. This is only a slight surprise to me as I’ve had problems with knee high boots in the past. But I took my pinterest mind and started searching. And I have found the ultimate solution to my thick-calved problem. 


I saw it on several different websites, spray the boots with alcohol and voila! You now fit into those sexy knee-high boots that you’re oh so depressed don’t fit. So, without further adieu let us do some learnin’ about this shit, okay?

Step One: cry about your boots because you paid a boat load for them, or you were thrifty and you’re still sad they don’t fit. 

Step Two: head to your nearest drug store and buy yourself a big ole bottle of 70% isopropyl alcohol. I paid 3.49, with tax for mine and I got a huge bottle. The smaller one is around 2 something! Stretching spray, which is 50% isopropo (which i will call it from now one) & water, goes for around $5-10

Step Three: Come home, marvel at your boots from across the room looking oh so lonely and not warn at all, because you’re about to put those babies on!

Step Four: Get a spray bottle, fill it half way with water and the other half with isopropo. Screw that lid on and, 

SPRAY SPRAY SPRAY THE INSIDE OF THOSE BOOTS. Spray it like a salt shaker. Spray it like you’re trying to make it rain on them bitches. There’s no need to get those toesies wet okay, just spray the inside calf part!

Then, slip those babies on and streeeetch the sides to get those suckers on. Boots got a zipper and you’re just so scared they won’t fit? Oh babe, they will. Trust me. These boots now fit like a glove, and not the kind that let’s your fat hang over the sides either. Sexy, glove-like knee high boots that have you feeling so hot and confident you’re ready to do anything. Leave the boots on for a few hours if you can so they form to your legs. 

Going to wear skinny jeans with those boots and you only spray them to fit those sexy naked legs? No problem!!!! Spray your boots before every wear and they’ll fit like a glove every time. 

That’s it. That’s the secret. Isopropyl Alcohol the shit out of your boots and never cry because they don’t fit over your calves again. Don’t spend money to ship them back. Don’t send them to some shoe repair shop who is going to charge you $50 to do the same thing you could’ve done for $4. Don’t spend money for wide-calved boots, unless you want to of course but I’m a college student and I’m not rolling in the dough. Also, have no fear this does NOT ruin the leather. 

Rock those knee-high boots, babes and be confident as ever!

Let’s Stay Together | one [m]

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, horror 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 7.6k 

Summary: In the year 1977, two lovers run away from reality, wanting nothing more than to live life together under the radar. Little do they know, in the new strange place they call home, everyone’s eyes are on them. And one person in particular feels the need to get a closer look.

A/N: I know this was a long time coming, and it wasn’t on my original list of planned fics, but you know when an idea just won’t leave you alone? Yeah. That’s what this is. Enjoy!



“You’re not at all nervous? I mean, we’ve never seen the place. It could be something we’ll need help with.”

“I’m more excited than anything. And if we have to do a lot of work, it’ll just make it even more special when we’re done. It’ll truly be our home.” His beaming boxy smile grows impossibly larger as he hits the gas when the city limits come into view. You smile too and look ahead, completely okay with whatever cards that fate will hand you as long as you are with Taehyung.


You both eloped last week. Your opportunistic parents had somewhat of an arranged marriage for you and this wealthy businessman; his name was Park Jimin, heir to the infamous Park Oil Industries. You didn’t love him, though. The man was a true Casanova- as slick as the oil his father forced out of the ground. You couldn’t be in love with someone who was already toxically in love with himself… and every long-legged secretary that strutted into his office.

Taehyung was working on one of Park’s fancy new skyscrapers in the city when you found him. He was strong, picking up eight-foot steel beams with ease. His face was covered in dirt and grime, but you could tell he had the most beautiful tan skin. It was when he took off his bright yellow hard hat and wiped the sweat from his brow when you realized who he was. You could never forget those brows. He ruffled his chocolate brown locks and, as if by chance, turned his head to the right and made eye contact with you. He recognized you immediately. His lips curled into a knowing smile- one that hit you like a fucking freight train.

Your parents were always so pleased when you told them you were paying a visit to Park’s new building. The wedding was approaching quickly, and any extra planning for the extravagant event was encouraged by them. Little did they know, their ‘angel of a daughter’ wasn’t going to see her betrothed, let alone think about her wedding. She was at the nearby hotel, getting screwed every which way by the hunk in the yellow hard hat, her old high school sweetheart…

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The Kingsglaive + Their Appearance (Spoilers?)

And here I am once more, trying to pick apart the armor the Glaives have available to them. I’ll be honest: I always thought they have two outfits, the black coat one with black boots and their battle uniforms.

But since I took my time to find every little bit of clothing, I’m wiser than before. Read More if you want to!

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Levi and his thoughts.

A warm breeze swept in through the room as light flooded in, finally clawing its way out from behind the other buildings, soft light touching each corner of the small yet spacious room. The vase shone brightly on top of the table beside the window, yellow petals of a flower reaching up towards the sun.

Rubbing his eyes, his toes gently touched the wood flooring and he didn’t pull back from the cold feeling, allowing it to awaken him more before he blinked at the light, letting it wrap itself around him.

He stood, moving to the wardrobe that was pushed to one side of the room. The wardrobe had been a gift when he was first here, when he first received his quarters. Looking inside of it the first time, the contents held a misplaced jacket three sizes to big for him with folded papers inside the breast pocket. The blond bastard was too busy with paperwork and meetings to take his coat back, though.

The captain had developed a habit of averting his eyes from the wood sculpting of the wardrobe, focusing his gaze on the articles of clothing he needed for the day, pulling a shirt from it in a haze followed by the uniform jacket.

Never did he take the time to look at the craftsmanship.

Placing the clothes on the bed, he unbuttoned his sleep shirt, tired fingers straining ever so slightly under the push and pull of the what felt like miniscule buttons before he slipped it from his scarred torso, the light touching the scars gently as he allowed the shirt to fall to the mattress. 

Wanting nothing more than to fall back into bed, his eyes turned from the floor to the bed, mildly playing with the idea of falling back into the blankets and wrapping his tired and aching body in them, even if it meant officers and Hange coming to check on him.

That’s right… Hange has an important meeting that day which he needed to attend.

So he continued, slipping his pants from his scarred thighs and legs before covering them with the uniform regulated pants. He slipped the shirt on, pausing a moment as pine and lavender filled his nose, craning his neck slightly so he could press his nose into the collar of his shirt, eyes fluttering closed as he took a soft breath of it.

“Erwin…” he mumbled, quiet so no one heard him, though a soul wouldn’t dare press their ear against the wood of the door in order to listen to his morning routine.

“Come on. You were doing great, keep going. Or else you’ll be behind.” he didn’t know if that was his own voice or another in his  mind, but he followed the orders anyways, buttoning his shirt up and tucking it into the waistaband of his pants before hoisting the ridiculous amount of harnesses from a hook on the wall.

In a dull silence, he clipped them together, snapping and pulling things into place before playing with the shoulder straps a moment, finding a more comfortable spot so they didn’t dig into his collar bones, leaving irritated and stinging red marks each evening.

The nightstand drawer was already halfway open as he dug his hand inside, pulling his cravat from it. He stood and tied it, eyes scanning the beautiful light of the vase.

It was such a beautiful, calming scene, which slowed him in his actions. A small cry for freedom he couldn’t get, nor ever deserve.

Breathing a sigh from his nose, he stood in front of a mirror secured into the wall to check the cravat was alright before he fiddled with his hair and turned, quietly watching the dust cascading onto the unmade bed.

Was so warm, so comforting, so relaxing and lulling…

“Not yet.” the voice came again.

No, not yet.

He picked his jacket up from the bed and draped it over his shoulder before moving his shirt from the bed, hanging it on the chair in front of the table. In a repetitive fashion, he lifted the sheet to the bottom of the pillow, followed by the blankets.

It was good enough this morning.

The chair legs scraped against the floor as he pulled it from the table, dropping his boots in front of it before sitting down, the dense wood causing his back to ache more than it already been.

Pulling on the boots was more of struggle than it should have been, and more times than others he found himself pulling the harness’s back into place, finger’s growing burned and joints aching.

Dropping his head, he sighed, arms resting on his knees as his hair hung down past his eyes.

Why must everything be so difficult that morning?

The smell of pine and lavender wafted back to his nose and he basked in the warmth of the light and the smell, mind wandering to other things, away from the problems of his boots.

It wandered to a late morning where he was walking back from the stables, seeing focused cobalt eyes concentrated on something in the security of large hands. Getting closer, he had seen Erwin, on a day off reading a rather large book bound in red leather, the man still wearing his pajamas, which held the comforting aroma of pine and lavender. Oh, how he loved how excited the aged eyes became when he asked about the book, how the words speeded up between warm lips focused on explaining every single part of the stor, how in that moment, both of them were able to forget the scars of their pasts, physical and emotional. How they could just… Live.

And to explain how honored Levi had been to see the commander lose himself a moment, let down his strong, foreboding wall even for a glimpse of the boy that had been forced to grow too quickly- No words could quite fit what he felt in those few moments of relaxation, how he realized that the lingering smell of pine and lavender clung to everything the blue eyed man owned.

But now wasn’t the time to relax.

“Not yet.”

No, not yet.

His eyes opened again, one or two tears falling from them before he pulled his boots on and stood, pushing the chair back into it’s place before he turned to the window, slipping his jacket on.

He’d stay if he could. If his subconcious would let him.

The door was locked behind him and boots fell with quiet thuds against the floors and the dirt outside. His feet seemed to carry him without him truly paying attention, nor realizing where he was going.

Everything was a daze, like something else was leading him along, which a few times that morning had been Hange with concerned eyes and tired face.

But the gentle light followed him through everything, the only thing he could truly focus on during the day before the shade of the stables pushed it away, leaving him to feed a horse in grim silence.

He fed it quickly and cleaned it’s stall in silence, eyes trained down upon the floor. His chest ached as he heard a sad whinny from Erwin’s horse from behind. Raising his eyes, he watched it slink back into it’s place.

“You aren’t the only thing that hurts.” the voice said again.

Selfish to think that he was. But not as selfish to keep Erwin alive.

“I made the right choice.” he answered back. “He’s in a better place.”

The voice was silent and he stopped, rubbing his eye with his wrist as he felt tears burning his eyes. Something pulled at his heart strings and he let out a frustrated groan, kicking and empty bucket from the stable.


He collected himself, imagining himself picking up broken pieces before he picked the bucket up, dropping it where it usually goes.

The light spread around him again and he felt himself relax, the pull on his eyes growing weaker and the pressure in his chest easing off slightly, giving him room to take a deep breath.

“Captain Levi,” a recruit said. “Commander Zoe needs you.”

With a thanks, he walked to Hange, feeling eyes on his back and glares trying to break him, though on his way some greeted him with a salute or a hello, several comments about the lovely change of weather.

“Yeah,” he thought, glancing up at the blue sky before his eyes focused on a white cloud. “It is pretty nice today.”

He headed inside, feet leading him though his heart and head weren’t fully there, the two vanishing to somwhere else as he vanished into the haze.

But he had to take control again as his feet stopped him in front of the large door. He knocked twice, hearing Hange tell him to come inside.

Nostalgia washed over him as he pushed the door open, half expecting the pine and lavender smell to hit him, but it didn’t. Just the smell of old books and Hange’s hairwash, though slowly, he found that to be comforting as well.

He was barely there as Hange, and when Hange dismissed him, his feet carrying him back to his room where he unlocked the door, splinter pricking his pinky. He hissed sharply at it, but forgot about it as the moonlight cascaded into the room.

Everything seemed to stop a moment before he looked up to the wardrobe, eyes taking in every detail before he shut the door behind himself, appreciating the work that went into it, the work Erwin had put into making himself a wardrobe before he gifted t to Levi.

And he hated how much he simply shrugged it off.

Every single thing was hated currently, his rage building up inside his chest as he struggled to pull the boots off and to get his jacket off before he fell to his knees and took a deep breath.

“Just breathe.” the voice said. “Breathe and keep going.”

But when he breathed he got a noseful of the damn smell of pine and lavender, choking on it before he started to cry, the pressure coming back to his chest as he simply let it all go, collapsing into a heap on the floor as he attempted to reign it in.

“Levi, let it all out, don’t hold it back, it just hurts you more.”

He gave in, the voice sounding just like Erwin’s as tears fell from his eyes and his fingers clenched his shirt, pulling his knees to his chest, trying to say something through his sobs as he was curled up on the floor.

Soon though, he calmed to harsh breaths before he pushed himself up, brushing himself off and changing his clothes, slipping back into his routine and his night clothes before drinking some water, taking wobbly steps to the window where he gazed up at the moon.

Dropping into bed, he pulled his blankets up tp his shoulder and watched the shadows dance on the windowsill.

“There you go, comfortable?” Erwin asked.

“For now.” he whispered, remembering how Erwin had wrapped him in a blanket and sat him in front of a fire after an expedition in the snow.

“Good. Please sleep tonight.”

“First, tell me something.”

The voice was silent but he asked anyways.

“When can I join you?”

“Soon. But, not yet.”

No, not yet.


Black Jewels Trilogy

I’m just wondering why so few people have read these amazing books.  Especially those who are fans of Sarah J Maas, who was heavily influenced by them.  I mean, Rhys couldn’t be more Daemon without it counting as plagiarizing.  Likewise Lucivar and Cassian.  The books are twisted and disturbing and hilarious and brilliant.  There aren’t many books with scenes in which a woman gets her clitoris bitten off and then in which two characters get so drunk one ends up with a fish in his boot and has no idea how.  Plus you get really amazing talking animals and a kick-ass female assassin with an incredibly snarky sense of humor.  

Hayes Grier - Dirty q&a (part 2)

Request:  can you do a continued of the Hayes dirty q and a where Hayes wants to act on the dirty thought then they kinda become fuck buddies then they develop feelings and admit them in another dirty q and a and Hayes asks you out? I understand if ur busy, but I love ur writing so it would be awesome!!!

Part 1


“This party sucked,” I sighed as we finally got home. I threw myself to the couch not even bothering to take my jacket off.

“Yes, I don’t even know why we stayed for an entire hour,” Hayes said agreeing. He lifted my legs, sat down and then took them into his lap.

“Did you see that weird girl dancing in the backyard?” I asked laughing at the memory of the girl. It was one of the most bizarre things I had even seen. That girl had moves.

“Oh my God, yes, she was a disaster!” he chuckled shaking his head. “I should have record it, I could make her Vine famous!”

“Oh, poor girl. You know I miss those time I could enjoy myself like her. She didn’t even give a fuck about what was happening, she just wanted to have fun and she did!”

“You know what I miss?” he asked sighing.


“Having sex.”

“Don’t even start, I feel so bad since I broke up with Steve,” I groaned standing up. I peeled the jacket off me while he lay down to the couch.

“Don’t tell me that he was so good that you miss being with him,” he laughed and I could feel his gaze on me as I took off my boots.

“He knew one or two things,” I shrugged. “But if we are talking about exes, I’m not so sure also that your ex was such a good sex partner,” I said raising my eyebrows at him. He sat up and had a huge grin on his face.

“She had a great body, I can’t complain.”

“Ah, asshole, the only thing you care about is the body.”

“It’s just an important thing,” he defended himself. I just sighed and walked to the TV in order to find something to watch. I was running through the channels when he spoke up and said a surprising thing. “We should have sex.”

I froze and then turned around to see if he really meant it. He looked at me with a serious face.

“What?” I asked laughing putting my hands to my hips.

“You heard me,” he simply said.

“What are you talking about, Hayes? Are you horny?”

“Yes, I am, but that’s not the thing. We can agree that we find each other attractive, we just admitted it in a YouTube video, and now we just admitted that we both want to have sex. Why don’t we have sex with each other?”

I stared at him for a long moment taking it in. My best friend just offered me to have sex with him just because we missed having sex. I felt like it was the biggest joke of my life, but I had to admit that he was hot and I imagined some dirty things with him.

He stood up and walked up to me looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.

“Just sex, nothing else. What do you say?” My head screamed no, because it was a stupid idea, but my lower area won and I accepted the offer.

Instead of just answering him I crushed my lips to his and kissed him hard. It was different from what I imagined, but it definitely turned me on. And him. Yes, I could feel how turned on he was.

We quickly got rid of our clothes and made the beast out of our little agreement. Luckily it was just the two of us in the house so we could do whatever we wanted to. And we totally took advantage of it. First on the couch, then on the floor and we kind of had a third round in my room not even bothering to keep quiet. Hayes surely knew how to make a girl happy, and I think I also did a good job.

I thought it would be super awkward in the morning, but it wasn’t. That night made a change that turned our friendship into a friendship with benefits. And we had those benefits very often.

He would come over randomly and we would have amazing sex, then continue everything like we used to. It was just the best.

We went on like this for weeks without anyone noticing it, and it became our routine. But I started to feel like I needed… more. We didn’t talk about others, but I thought Hayes was seeing other girls and I started to think about it when we were together. I wanted to tell him but I knew it would ruin everything, so I kept it for myself. Until the day we decided on doing another dirty Q&A video.

“Hey guys, we are here again with an amazing dirty Q&A video and we are going to answer your questions you sent us,” Hayes said smiling to the camera.

“Okay, so the first one,” I started and looked down to my phone. “Who is the one who takes the longest to take a dump?”

“It’s me,” Hayes admitted raising his hand.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t admit it either way because I’m a girl,” I sighed. “Hey there is a good one. How often do you shave, Hayes?” I asked turning to him smiling. I knew he didn’t need to shave that often, and I was curious if he would admit it.

“Um, I surely don’t shave as much as you.”

“You asshole!” I shouted but I couldn’t help and laugh.

“Oh, you love me,” he grinned at me and suddenly kissed. Even though it wasn’t live and we could cut it off I was surprised by it, but I didn’t say anything. We just turned back to the camera and continued the video.

“Okay, my turn now. Here is one,” he said taking a deep breath. “Is that true that Hayes fell for you after starting to be friends with benefits?”

I blinked at him taking the words in. It definitely wasn’t a question, but at first I didn’t even know what it was, but then he spoke up.

“Listen, I know that it’s going to sound stupid, but I thing I might want more than just… sex. I don’t want you to see other boys, I want you to be only with me. But I get it if you don’t feel the same.”

I simply switched off the camera and then turned towards him. He looked so sad and hopeless, my heart was just melting that he felt the same way like me.

“Will you please say something?” he pleaded. But instead of saying anything I choose the nonverbal communication again. I sat onto his lap and kissed him. But it wasn’t like the first time we kissed, because it had emotions in it. It was gentle and sweet and lovely. I run my fingers through his hair pulling at the end as his hands slipped under my shirt to my back.

“Does this mean we are, like… together?” he asked breathless when we pulled away.

I bit into my lower lip and nodded.


“Then I would like you take you out for a proper date,” he smiled at me relieved.

“I’m in. But first, make love to me,” I whispered into his lips.

“I never did anything else. Because that’s what you deserve. Just love.”

bloodiedknuckls  asked:

i thoroughly agree that JR and Ian are fucking. lets talk more on that

Oh, darling, let’s. Let’s talk about how these two assholes blatantly show their love for each other. Let’s talk about how Ian liberates JR’s fucking jacket

and wears it to a fucking convention

like he’s declaring JR is mine, damn it, now stop asking to caress his beard, that’s mine too.

Let’s also talk about their obsessive need for couple selfies.


is not


you dicks.

And also, we must talk about this:

because why the fuck, you assholes.

Talk to me about these teasing little bastards, dearie. I need someone to rant with.

excerpt from my star vehicle
  • ME (ATTRACTIVE): one, two...
  • ME: Buckle my shoe.

Thought I’d post a pic or two of one of my favorite pairs of boots I own: Danner Flashpoint II’S
I’ve had these boots for over a year, and they’ve served me well in the workforce and with kink :) love em!!