#richard and his damn cute tummy

[mrsfitzgerald]

28.05.23. video: @miscreantmelon 🥹💖

[langdxn]

Hi love, trying to distract myself and thought of another random Cody character question...how would the boys react to you telling them you got on birth control (any kind)?? Love you hun, hope you're doing better than me.😚🖤

Hey gorgeous, I hope you’re feeling better today 🖤🖤🖤 I’m always here if you need me, here’s a little Cody in the hope it might help you smile a little!

Outpost!Michael’s a little hurt at first, he can’t deny that. Once you break the news of your birth control to him one night as he idly twirls your hair in his fingers, he falls silent pretending to be asleep to avoid breaking down or some form of confrontation. His silent treatment lasts a few long, drawn-out days as you pass each other in the Hawthorne corridors. The tension builds as you walk past his office one evening and find him palming at his forehead. “I—I don’t understand... I thought you wanted to help me with my father’s plan?” You’ll need to remind him it’s solely to save a child being born into the chaos of Outpost 3, that as soon as you return to the Sanctuary, you can start your family. The warmth returns to his gaze before he captures your lips in a delicate kiss. “As long as we can make plenty of babies when we get home, my darling.”

Ever heard of a bull in a china shop? That’s Xavier as soon as you let him know you’re on the pill. Wherever you happen to be in camp at that moment, he’s frantically tearing at your clothes and laying waste to every piece of goddamn fabric standing in his way. Hurriedly pushing you up against the nearest tree, Xavier unzips himself and rams his hardening length through your dampening folds. Between fractured gasps, you ask his intentions with a chuckle at his fevered motions. “I’m fucking you any chance I can get, babe,” he stutters with his head buried in the nape of your neck, frantic bites trailing along the column of your throat. “Now I can fill up this pretty little cunt, you’re gonna have my cum inside you every,” he crashed his hips into you. “Single,” again. “Day,” again.

Jim’s a family boy but he’s aware he’s not quite old enough for children just yet, he’s got a while before he’s even worked out what he wants to do with his life. So when he has you bent over the edge of his bed, plowing into you from behind as the ocean sun pours through the blinds, you blurt out that you got a coil fitted so he wouldn’t have to worry so much. “Doesn’t that hurt like crazy?” He leans over to place a gentle, sympathetic hand on your abdomen, pressing his chest against yours and planting gentle pecks on your shoulder. “Thank you baby, that means so much to me. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.” His entire demeanour changes around you, a protective veil draped over him day and night that realises the sacrifices you made for him, for you, for you both. You haven’t got the heart to tell him he really doesn’t need to treat you like you’re made of glass, he’s too cute to refuse.

Conflicted: Duncan’s overriding feeling as you return to your apartment after your implant appointment. He spots the incisions in your forearm and winces as he ghosts the pads of his fingers over the cuts — part of him wants to go and punch out the hospital staff for carrying it out when he wasn’t there to hold your hand. The mere thought of inflicting any harm on you clouds his vision, seeing red every second of the day. That’s until he realises you’re helping him focus on his career, his app and his consuming family issues. In theory, he’d love nothing more than to come home and find you with a positive pregnancy test, but he knows now isn’t the right time for both of you. “I understand and I’m not angry,” he coos as he tucks your hair behind your ear, a hand placed on your tummy. “We’ll have so many children when we’re ready.”

Richard takes it all in his stride. Hell, he’s spent his time in the clinic downing meds, it’s no surprise to him that you’re adding another pill to the mix but he’s ultimately concerned about your welfare. “It doesn’t mess with your sleeping meds, right?” Once he’s reassured the pill only saves you both from an unplanned pregnancy, Richard softens and shows his gratitude in every way possible. Gently stroking your hair as you fall asleep in his arms, he daydreams about holding you close, pregnant with his child, glowing and swollen and perfect. Richard is nothing if not patient, he’ll wait until you’re completely ready to have his baby so he can be a father at last. And boy, he’ll be the most perfect dad.

Jerome is both elated and gutted at the same time, if that’s at all possible. Your Travelling Salesman is desperate to see you carrying his child, to cradle your blossoming bump and feel those little kicks that tell him he’s going to be a father. He can’t stop himself planting a flat palm on your abdomen as he pictures that dream in his mind, he can’t switch off how he feels. But when you let him know you’re going to start taking the pill so he can concentrate on his career, he shows the utmost support for your decision and adds his signature splash of sexual enthusiasm to the matter. “So this means I can fuck you without a damn rubber? Then I’m all for it, baby girl.” Internally, Jerome is waiting for you to change your mind and, in a husky lust-blown voice, beg him to knock you up. But until then he’s silently hoping, wishing, praying the pill doesn’t work one day soon.

[msshadows97]

“No romance intended you sick puppies”

“There’s a raccoon”

“Whoo”

“I’d strike the sun if it insulted me”

“I will face god and walk backwards into hell”

“Hope comes in too many forms --- who has time for hope?”

"hugs are merely a subtle attempt to strangle you"

"How did I get here?"

"She looked into the toilet and cried"

"I find Darwin's theory on survival of the fittest my personal challenge"

"The ozone is pretty in the winter"

"You dab like a child"

"Call me a basking Robin sample spoon because I'll snap like one"

"Its not gay its Wednesday"

"I'm like a shark if I stop moving I'll die"

"I have no mouth but I must scream"

"Look at the Christmas lights! Oh wait that's a stop light"

"Can you see the blind?"

"I'm going to eat your toes"

"Freshmen looks makes eating children look fun "

"If clouds are made of water, doesnt that make rain abandoned cloud pieces because they aren't good enough to be clouds"

"I have cried over pasta"

"The dog isnt cute its rabid"

"What's the clear tape called? Oh ya tape"

"That's how you left our friendship, on the ground.... broken"

"And then they pulled a nut out of his chest!"

"What's the wiki?"

"They found a beluga whale with a harness, it's a Russian spy"

"What if I had a duck army and the commander is named Jim?"

"Boats are weird, am I right?"

"Is it true human spawn are born from a ritual of blood and pain?"

"The amish are part of the government.... they have control"

"You dont know how much someone is worth till you sell them"

"*whispers* put the lotion on the skin"

"Right now I'm Switzerland"

"Grades? is that a sause?"

"Call me sister slug"

"My emotions give me whip lash"

"I have the social tack of a dysfunctioning wrecking ball"

"shark bait hoo ha ha"

"I am a dramatic bird"

" Rome wasn't built in a day but did burn down in one"

"I'm to much like a house plant"

"Due to personal reasons I'm evil now"

"My lucky number is pi because my luck is never ending"

"Follow me, I'm right behind you"

"My body parts are in different time zones"

"I'm like a key to a lock that doesn't fit"

"How dare the world tilt on its axis"

"If your possessed by a demon, we aren't taking you home"

"Rose's are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue"

"Drink some tea, while we spill some tea"

"How many hail marrys?"

"I’m more temperamental than a mercury thermometer.”

"Put the lime and the coconut and shake it all up"

"I'm like a kid in a candy store, I just don't know when to stop"

" My emotions are like an avacado"

"Its either my arthritis or caffeine I can't tell anymore"

"You mean you can't tell people tallies by their baldness"

"Don't touch me I'm poisonous"

"Im so fucking feral"

"Is this how it ends?"

"You never realise how pale you are till you buy foundation"

"Can my imaginary friend kill me?"

"Jesus will forgive me"

“I want to eat a butterfly…. I just might”

“I’d hit a bitch with a lamp”

“I murdered for a muffin”

“Emotional support does not exist in this world”

“If i find a ghost attractive is it necrophilia”

“Free baby with every purchase”

“Death has an american accent”

“Death did not choose. He made a mistake”

“Trying to clobber somebody to death with cheap bedside decoration”

“Mom Im scared come pick me up they're howling again”

“Guess falling makes you change genders”

“I was once inspired by the soundtrack to frozen 2”

“Bros before immortality”

“Sex with a ghost? How would that even work?”

“If i was an egg i’d drop it”

“I wish i was well adjusted”

“wow, my mouth is watering… No that's the rabies flaring up”

“Im a good dude who makes strange work for him”

“What do you call terorism against heaven and hell?’

“I didnt sign up for this now suffer with me”

“Food is a metaphor for love”

“Oh shit wrong body… before he realizes that it doesn't matter”

“Snowflake the stalker peacock”

“Shane kills a man and eat cocoa puffs”

“Summoning a demon is pretty chill”

“And god said ‘ its kinda boring isn't it?”

“laying an egg is fucking wack”

“God once said ‘they will never comprehend those lights’ he then asked why she yeeted him to hell”

“What's it like to forgive a dumbass?”

“Earth is a libra”

“ my life is a lie thats why i live in my mind”

“Whats it like to be straight?”

“Are the straights ok?”

“I hide my issues while you hide your distress”

“My solution to everything is a good neck rub”

“We are like two peas in a rotten pod”

“Cannibalism and love should never be in the same sentence”

“I’m wearing a tummie tuck-FUCK”

“It’s not gay if he’s dead”

“Another interruption during the presentation will result in you being thrown out a window.”

“Jeez he meant a Literal closet”

“You know you fucked up when the villain starts to Tortured the entity death”

“Names Richard but I go by dick… by choice”

“The human mind is my worst fear”

“I’m a switchblade”

“My soul jumped a little”

“My back is like a glow stick”

“i don’t have a brain actually. my head is just filled with lots and lots of dried flowers”

“Vleb the American musical”

“damn, you live laugh love like this?”

“Are you really making jokes about your death?”

“ baths are the accepted human soup”

“I don’t want a sugar daddy I want a salty daddy”

“Sanity is not real, it's a social construct.”

“ Sprite is the want to be water“

“I’m not gonna lock my car. What are they gonna do, steal my Cinderella booster seat?”

“That’s what Christmas is all about. Eating sugar cookie dough like it’s weed.”

“Ghost be horny because they’re dead”

"What do you take me for, human?”

“I will put you in a neverending story full of plot holes and spelling errors”

[preface2adreamplay]

Under Your Spell (Part 5) - A Heat You’ve Never Known

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing

Chapter WC: 2,725

Series Masterlist

Claire: 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

Stef: Glad you enjoyed yourself.

Claire: I’m having coffee, wanna join? Must gossip.

Stef: Nah, gotta get rid of the moose.

Claire: WTF?

Stef: Jared stayed in the spare room. I think he’s still sleeping.

Claire: We definitely need to talk. 😉

Stef: I’ll call you later

Stef was sitting on the sofa, feet tucked under a blanket sipping coffee. She had spent a few minutes in front of the mirror fixing her hair, moving it this way and that in an attempt to make it look ‘effortless.’

Shrugging, she gave up and made a pot of coffee, hoping the smell would rouse Jared so she wouldn’t have to go knocking at the door.

Just as she sent the last text to Claire, she heard movement upstairs. The bathroom door closed. Silence again.

Brendan raised his head from the armchair he was snoozing on and deciding it was nothing interesting, curled up again.

‘Good morning,’ Jared rumbled coming down the stairs, fully dressed, looking like an angel fallen from heaven, scratching his tummy as he gave her a lop sided smile.

‘Coffee in the kitchen.’ She sang, unusually chipper.

‘Are you always this good a morning person?’ He sat next to her on the sofa, coffee in hand.

‘Well, no. Not usually. But it has been a long time since I had company in the morning so I suppose that has made a difference. Did you sleep ok?’

‘Yeah, I did, I was out like a light.’ Throwing an arm along the back of the sofa, his hand brushed against her hair, giving a strand a playful tug.

His phone rang. With a grumble he removed himself from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. Stef could hear him speaking low to someone, his tone changing when she heard the sound of a child yelling. ‘Hey, buddy, can you do what your mom says? Please? Yeah I’ll be home soon, before you know it.’

Stef felt uneasy, like worms were squirming inside of her stomach. She hated that he made her feel like this, a little jealous of his family. 

You know him nearly a week, stop being such a crazy bitch! Stef told herself, lifting her phone to text Claire again.

I can meet you at yours later, I need wine and girl chats.

Jared walked silently back into the room, ‘Sorry about that. My kids are wild today,’ He ran a hand through is hair, grimacing.

‘I feel your pain. Wait til they are teenagers, then the fun starts.’

Jared put his head into his hands, ‘No, Stef. What have I DONE?’

Having regaled him with a few stories of Darius in his teens, Jared finally decided that he needed to get going. His flight home was leaving that night and he hadn’t packed yet.

Leaning against the door, waiting for the Uber to find the house he searched for something to say that would be a meaningful goodbye.

Stef sat on the bottom stair, wrapped up in an oversized hoodie looking cute as hell. He wanted to reach over and pull her into a bear hug. All he could do was sigh.

‘This week has been amazing, from not knowing you at all to this.’ He shook his head, strands of hair falling into his eyes. ‘It’s just…’

‘It feels like we have known each other years rather than days?’ She finished for him.

‘Yeah, something like that. You better keep in touch though.’

The car pulled up outside and honked impatiently. ‘Oh shit,’ Jared laughed, reaching over with one arm to pull her into a gentle hug. He took the opportunity to smell her hair.  Coconuts. Mmmm.

‘Jared?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Are you smelling me?’

‘Yeah, I am. Just let us have this moment.’

She felt the rumble of laughter in his chest but didn’t let him go as she usually would have, hugs shouldn’t last this long, this was an embrace and the heat radiating from him filled her to the brim, she hugged him tighter.

Another impatient honk brought them to their senses.

‘You just let me know when you get home safe.’ Stef waved as he made his way down the path. He turned and nodded, lifting his hand in goodbye.

When the car disappeared, she felt heavy hearted.

Claire had text back, agreeing to their girly date. Stef decided to have a long, very hot bath and not think about men or music or the ache in her legs from dancing.

***

‘Tell me everything.’ Claire coaxed, filling the wine glasses with an absurdly large measure.

‘No, you first. Since my night wasn’t half as interesting as yours, I’m guessing.’

Claire talked non stop for a twenty minutes about Richard and how good a kisser he was. They didn’t go all the way, but he said he would call and arrange a date. Which was unusual for Claire, who didn’t date.

This whole situation was unusual for both of them. Claire would get excited about a man, sleep with him and move on.

Stef didn’t date at all. She was happy being single. Sure, men came in and out of her life but she never gave much effort in it. It wasn’t a priority. So why was she glancing at her phone every few minutes, like a love sick teenager, hoping the boy will text her??

‘You gotta tell me about your night, he went home with you?’ Claire waggled her eyebrows at her friend.

‘Not for sex, Claire. He wanted to make sure I got home ok. Then he ended up staying. It was late,’ she playfully nudged Claire’s arm, ‘There was absolutely no funny business.’

‘Only you could call it funny business and not come across as a prude. I KNOW what you like in the bedroom.’

Stef scoffed, feigning surprise. ‘Oh, do you?’

‘Because I suggested half of the shit you do.’

They fell into a fit of giggles. For the rest of the night they drank wine and made fun the cheap horror movies they were so obsessed with. Eventually falling asleep together on the sofa.

Stef woke with a groan. ‘Don’t drink three nights in a row,’ she said to the sleeping figure of her friend.

Her phone was ringing.

‘Oscar.’ She croaked.

‘Oh dear, not again.’ He laughed. ‘Were you up to no good last night Ms. James?’

Stef scoffed, ‘Actually, no. Or maybe I was. I’m with Claire. We passed out on the sofa.’ Moving into the back yard, she pulled the door closed behind her. It was hot, even with it being early, the birds were chirping, a little too loudly she thought.

‘Well then yes you were up to no good.’

‘I was out with Claire two nights in a row.’

‘For shame, Effie, for shame!’

Stef laughed. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?’

Oscar cleared his throat, ‘Hold on a sec.’ There was a female voice in the background.

Stef raised her eyebrows, her lips curling into a half smile.

‘Who’s that?’ she asked, hearing Oscar moving back to the mouthpiece.

‘Someone I work with.’

‘Suuuuuure,’ Stef drew out, she had missed teasing him, it had been a while since they had been together face to face.

‘Hey, I’m looking forward to the weekend. You sticking around after the party?’

‘Of course, why wouldn’t I?’

‘Just in case you and mystery lady want to head off to a rodeo.’

‘Oh fuck off, Effie. And hey, I was worried about you, that’s why I called.’

‘Why were you worried about me?’

‘Well, I did send you a few messages, the first you ignored and the second you didn’t even look at.’

‘Oops.’ Was all Stef could say. ‘I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’ve just been busy. Socialising.’

‘I’m happy you’re getting out more. You need to loosen up a bit. You’re getting antsy. And angsty. It’s not good for you to cut yourself off from everyone.’

Stef scowled, she knew he was right but didn’t want to let him know he was right.

‘I gotta go. Thanks for the call. We still ok for Friday? My flight comes in at 8pm.’

‘I’ll be there.’ He assured her before ending the call.

Stef took a long breath and closed her eyes. She was shaking. Either from the hangover or the thoughts of Oscar worrying about her. He did that. Only he could see when she was slipping and always, always, he pulled her back from the depths. Always him. No one else.

After twenty two years, he was still there supporting her, always her cheerleader. It made her sad that she couldn’t move past their trouble, she wouldn’t forgive herself if she forgave him, that was part of the problem. Could she ever trust him again? It was a question she asked herself often, every time they got a little closer, she would pull back and he would feel it and be hurt by it. And the cycle started again. And she didn’t know how to break it.

Frustrated now as well as hungover, Stef huffed and dragged her hair back out of her face, holding it back a little tighter than she should but the sting of it was easing the tension. 

It was there that Claire found her, sitting on the porch steps in the sunshine, breathing softly, eyes closed.

‘You good, girl?’

Claire looked worse than Stef felt. Her make up was a mess.

‘You look terrible.’

‘Well, so do you, bitch.’

Hours later, as Stef sat with her guitar in her lap, plucking the strings, the chords not coming together. But she kept at it. It was therapy for her. She needed to get this song out of her and move on.

Her phone dinged.

Jared: I got home ok. Hope you’re good.

It wasn’t as warm a text as she had hoped for. But, you can never really read someones tone from a text.

Just as she was putting the phone down, another text came through.

Don’t say hi to Brendan. 👀👎🏻

Stef spluttered. ‘Damn, he hates you buddy.’

Brendan didn’t bother lifting his head.

Happy you got home ok. Brendan says he will work on his issues.

She wished she could have him sitting across from her while she strummed the tune she had written purely because of him.

It was catchy, so far she was proud of it. Definitely going on the next album. She placed a star beside the title in her notepad.

Opening the recording feature on her laptop, she sang the opening verse and chorus, with the bare minimum of guitar behind it. It would do. That way she wouldn’t forget how she wanted it to sound.

Jared: I’m open to a reconciliation. 

Taking the opportunity to be a little spontaneous. Stef opened the front camera on her phone, grabbing Brendan and snapping a picture before he could react.

The selfie turned out great, she was smiling, he looked surprised.

Sent.

A moment later a picture came through, taking a little too long to download.

A close up shot of Jared, wearing his beanie (of course) his hand cupping his chin, smiling into the camera.

Her stomach did a flip. ‘Why is he so beautiful?’

Brendan, annoyed at having been manhandled, made his way out of the room.

’Tell me why, Brendan? Why is this my life?’

Her phone rang. ‘Oh,’ was all she could say, seeing the video call option popping up on screen.

Panic answering, she had no time to fix herself.

‘You scared him, he’s run away.’ Stef rambled.

Jared was in the same position as his selfie, smiling into the camera.

‘Never mind that guy. How are you?’

Stef flicked her hair over her shoulder, pulling at her shirt nervously.

‘Writing.’  

‘Is that a state of being for you?’ His eyes crinkling as she smile grew wider.

Stef mirrored Jared by leaning her chin into her hand.

‘My apologies, I am well. Tired, having spent an evening with Claire again. And you?’

‘Two nights in a row, you party animal. My family have gone to bed. I’m sitting here alone missing my new friend.’

Stef felt herself blush and felt the heat ignite in her belly at the way he was looking at her.

‘Cute pictures of you two from the party by the way,’ he was leaning back on the sofa now, laying flat and getting comfortable.

‘Oh god, what pictures?’ Mild panic taking over.

‘You were tagged on instagram. Looks like some bathroom selfies,’ he chuckled watching her cover her face and groan.

’That girl is going to put up the wrong picture of these days and get me into trouble. Hey wait, how did you know I was tagged in a photo. I didn’t even get a notification.’

‘It came up about two seconds before I called you. And I follow you on instagram, have done for a while actually.’

Stef bit her lip, realising she hadn’t actually followed him, just stalked his page a few days back.

‘Hey, I gotta ask, does your wife mind you calling me like this?’

The smile fell from his face a little. ‘Probably, I have told her we became friends after the video shoot. I know she’d like you, we’re just, uh, going through a bad time right now. Nothing that we can’t fix though,’ he added, seeing concern on her face.

‘It’s all good. We’ll get you down here for a Texas barbecue and you can hang with us and Jensen and his family. It’ll be fun. And your son too. I’d love to meet him. Is he like you or his dad?’

The awkwardness was gone from the conversation now as he saw her face light up at the mention of Darius.

‘He is like his dad, dark and handsome. Quite a bit taller though, nearly six foot. Not nearly as tall as you though.’

‘No one is, don’t worry.’ Jared teased.

‘Personality wise, he is like me. He’s reserved, not a bit interested in the fame his father has.’

Jared raised his eyebrows, ‘So, baby daddy is famous?’

Stef considered the fact that Jared didn’t know her all that well, ‘Yeah. We keep our private lives private. We didn’t want Dar growing up with a public life. We didn’t think it was fair to him. But, he’s a man now, he can decide whether or not he wants to go to events with his dad.’

The temptation was too much, Jared had to ask. ‘So, who is baby daddy? Anyone I know?’

Stef giggled, ‘Actually you probably do know him, Oscar Isaac.’

‘Whaaaaat? Oh man, you know I love Star Wars!’ He gushed.

Stef fell into a fit of giggles, ’Oh shit, I gotta tell him Jared Padalecki is fangirling over him.’

‘Well, this is amazing, my new best girl’s baby daddy is Poe Dameron!’

Stef stuttered ‘uh, ok your ‘new best girl’s’ baby daddy is not a fictional character from Star Wars.’

‘Oh come on! I already knew you were cool. I just like you twenty thousand times more now.’

The conversation continued in that manner, both giggling at each other until Stef said she had to get to bed. A proper nights sleep was high on her list.

Before hanging up, Jared held up a hand to get her full attention. ‘Just promise me, you will call me during the week and play that new song for me.’

’A private viewing?’ Stef said, stroking the neck of her guitar.

The look on his face had a rush of heat pool in her core. Inwardly, she groaned as he winked, ‘I am up for any kind of show you want to give me.’

He bit his lip straight after. Stef opened her mouth in pretend shock. ‘It would just be me,’ she lowered her voice. Jared cocked an eyebrow at her.

‘Poe Dameron doesn’t do cam shows.’

Jared groaned loudly, covering his face with his hand.

He went to bed that night and lay awake staring at the ceiling, thoughts of Stef wouldn’t leave him alone, the guilt he felt was immense. He wanted her, there was no question. Did she want him?

Reaching over, he touched his wife's shoulder, finding she was easily roused. She couldn’t sleep either.

‘Baby, we gotta talk.’

CHAPTER SIX

[talktoziertome]

Wonderful

He was a punk. He did ballet. What more can I say?

Eddie has a crush on his ballet partner’s boyfriend, Richie.

(I heard sk8er boi by Avril Lavigne and thought of reddie. So, here’s the product of that.)

Read it on AO3

Inhale. Exhale. You can do this. Eddie and his partner had been trying to perfect this one lift in their routine for what seemed like hours. He was sticky with sweat, needing to change his tights, and was getting a headache in the base of his neck.

“Go.” He said. She ran at him.

He stuck out his arms as she jumped. She landed bridal style. As soon as she was steady in his embrace, he threw her up, using his elbows and pushing as hard as she could so she flew. She spun, her hands grabbing for his shoulders. She was unsteady.

He cursed and brought her to the floor.

She huffed; her hands on her hips. “What the fuck, Eddie?”

“There’s something up with your spin. Your landing is off or something.” He ran his fingers through his damp hair.

She scoffed, taking her blonde hair out of her top knot. “My spin is fine. It’s not my fault that you’re not throwing me up high enough.” Angelica annoyed him more than any of the other girls at the studio, but she was the best dancer and they were an excellent team. They pushed each other. They were both the best and they knew it. Eddie couldn’t complain about being partnered with her when he saw all his medals and trophies before he went to bed every night.

“Well, it’s not my fault you have weak arms!”

Somehow they always ended up this way- in a screaming match.

“OH PLEASE! I have weak arms? You can barely even lift me, Kaspbrak!” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, poking her finger against his chest.

He shoved her finger away and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get this over with, Monroe.”

She back stepped a few paces. She tossed her hair up again, the elastic twisting around her fingers before snapping against her bun. “Just make sure you can fucking throw me this time.”

“I’ll throw you into next Tuesday.” He said under his breath as she began to run forward.

He caught her. She spun in the air, bracing her arms on his shoulder when she flipped. With his hands on her hips, holding her high in the air, she split her legs. He held her up by one hand, then, a little longer than he’s supposed to just to show his strength. He smirked. Then, while turning his body, with both hands he slowly flipped her over before bringing her to the ground again in their final pose.

They jumped at the sound of clapping. In the reflection of the mirror in front of them, they saw across the studio was a Richie Tozier, clapping with a goofy grin on his face.

“You did so great, baby!”  Eddie’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt his face grow hotter. The pain in the back of his neck intensified as Angelica squealed and ran into Richie’s arms.

Baby. Eddie had heard Richie call him that a million times in his head. Sometimes when he sat in class and saw Richie picking at the neon-colored band-aids on his elbows. Sometimes when he saw Richie roll passed the library window, boombox on his shoulder, while Eddie studied. Eddie couldn’t even think of how many times he’d imagined being wrapped in those pale, lanky arms while Richie laughed lightly and whispered that word in his ear. Sometimes when he laid in bed at night, eyes closed, panting, his hand down his…

Eddie found himself staring, a chill running down his spine. He quickly grabbed his bag, hauling it over his shoulder and putting his water bottle to his lips. Hopefully, if he had enough water in his mouth as he walked passed them, he wouldn’t have to speak and make a fool of himself.

“Hey, Eds!” So close.

He swallowed the liquid. “Don’t call me that, Richard.”

Richie’s eye crinkled in the corner when he laughed, his lips stretching over crooked teeth. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to come to this shindig I’m throwing at the pipes? 10 o’clock?”

The pipes. It was an abandoned zoo on the outskirts of Derry. The teens of Derry got up to no good there. Bev told him that she saw Richie shredding up the old gorilla habitat on his board, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Bev was braver than Eddie. He was afraid of going to the pipes.

Eddie could feel the pain in his neck grow larger, into his shoulders as he gazed down at Angelica’s disgusted face. She lightly hit her boyfriend’s chest from where she was hooked under Richie’s arm. “He doesn’t skate, Rich.”

Eddie felt his mouth start to move.  “And I’m not a loser stoner either. So thanks but no thanks.”

Richie gripped his chest like he’d just been shot. His smile somehow seemed wider. “You wound me, Eds.”

Eddie pushed passed them. “Don’t call me that.”

As Eddie got into the shower later that day, feeling the sweat melt from his body, he made up his mind. He’d be at the pipes that night. Richie had asked him to go after all, and how could he say no to an old friend?

Warmth spread over him, not only from the water falling onto his shoulders and trailing down his body but the memories that flooded his thoughts. They had been friends when they were younger.

“Best friends,” Richie said, holding Eddie under his arm. His knuckles dug into Eddie’s scalp, messing up his carefully gelled hair.

“Stop it, Rich!” Eddie pushed him, his hands gripping the taller boy’s hip. “God, ya know, I hate it when you do that!” He straightened his bright colored polo shirt, flattening his hair with his casted arm.

“I can’t help it, Spaghetti!” He pinched his cheek, muttering ‘cute, cute, cute!’ and making kissy noises.

“Gross.” Eddie’s ears turned pink.

Eddie lathered the strawberry shampoo into his hair with both hands, massaging his headache away. The fruity scent made him think of summer. The sun making his skin burn. His lungs working harder than usual as he ran around the Denbrough’s backyard…

“You’ll never catch me, slowpoke!” Richie yelled over his shoulder as his Hawaiian shirt flapped under his arms. His laugh echoed in the backyard.

“You’re n-n-not being fair, T-trashmouth!” Bill yelled from the sidelines.

Eddie frowned, pumping his arms harder, moving his legs faster.

“Fuck,” Richie muttered as he fell behind Eddie by a few steps. Stan yelled praise to Eddie from where he stood next to Bill.

Eddie jumped up and hit the windchime on the fence they were running to. He won the race.

Richie jogged up and hit the windchime with his hand (without having to jump, much to Eddie’s annoyance). He huffed out a breath. “Damn. Good job, Spaghetti.”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie wheezed.

“Boys! Strawberries!” They spun around to see Mrs. Denbrough coming out of the back door with a plate of fruit in her hand and Georgie on her hip.

They made eye contact then started running, shoving each other and laughing the whole way.

Eddie sighed, turning the porcelain knob. He stepped out of the shower and ran a towel over his hair. He wrapped the towel around his body and padded into his room. He picked up his gym bag, throwing it onto his bed.

Richie bounced up and down, the bed creaking noisily.

“Cut it out, Rich! You’re going to break the bed.” Eddie chastised from where he sat cross-legged on the floor, a comic book in his hands.

Richie landed on his stomach on the mattress, catching his chin in his hands. “You’re right. Can’t break two Kaspbrak beds. Since I destroyed your mom’s last night.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, not looking up from the comic pages. “You’re disgusting.”

Richie rolled on his back, laughing at the ceiling.

Eddie removed his dance shoes from the bag, throwing them on the hook next to his closet door. He emptied the rest of the bag out onto the bed. He threw his sweaty clothes in his hamper. He lifted the empty sandwich box he’d had since first grade; he ran his finger over the ‘EK’ and ‘RT’ scratched into the top.

Eddie blushed, picking the scab on his knee under the table. He pushed his green sandwich box across the lunch table toward Richie. Eddie felt bad for the other 7-year-old. He seemed to forget his lunch bag as he ran out the door every morning. Richie always sat with the rest of their classmates, tummy rumbling as he eyed their chicken nuggets and peanut butter sandwiches.

Richie looked up from staring at Bills lunch with a frantic gaze. Eddie had never seen someone look so crazy over baby carrots. Richie looked down at the sandwich in front of him. Eddie smiled at him. Richie smiled back, picking up half of the sandwich and shoving it in his mouth- jelly spilling on the front of his shirt.

Eddie threw the container back in his bag. He pulled on boxers and fell backward onto his bed, sighing up at his ceiling.

Everything had changed once high school had started. Eddie got more uptight, and serious about dancing. He spent most of his time in the library nervous about school. Richie got more laid back, and serious about making silly voices that made girls giggle. Eddie heard that he was always under the bleachers out by the football field, cracking jokes and smoking pot.

Eddie folded his hands on his stomach, getting lost in his thoughts of his faded friendship.

“That’s my boy right there!” Beverly whispered as Eddie straddled his second-floor windowsill.

Eddie put his finger to his lips, shushing his friend. “Bev! My mom will hear you!”

She took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, watching him shimmy his way down the drain pipe next to his window. “Sorry. It’s just not every day that my hard-working nerd friend wants to party with me.” She lit the stick that was between her lips.

When his feet hit the ground, his let out a shaky breath. What was he doing? He looked up at his window, his curtains flowing out in the wind with the dark night sky as it’s background. He felt stupid.

“Bev…” He whispered.

“What?” She began to walk down his lawn, toward the street.

“Do you… Do you think I have a chance with a guy like Richie?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he walked beside her, his hands cradling his elbows. He felt comfort in the softness of his sweater.

She let out a breath of smoke before turning her head to him. She smiled. “’Course, Eddie. He’d be dumb not to want you.” She knocked shoulders with him. “Just because we’re all different people now doesn’t mean we’re not the losers club deep down.”

Eddie nodded. He bit his lip. “That’s the problem, though.” Bev cocked her head to the side, questioning. “He is dumb.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You got me there, Eddie.”

Eddie didn’t know what he expected the pipes to be like in all honesty. He was sure it wasn’t what he walked into with Bev though.

It was just a bunch of broken down habitats covered in dirt and terrible graffiti done by teenagers that think dick pictures are hilarious. There were skateboarders everywhere, shredding away on their colorfully painted boards. There were random groups of teens scattered around. Kids were screaming and laughing and tilting back liquor bottles. He felt suddenly overwhelmed when he saw Angelica.

She was on Richie’s back, his large hands cupping her thighs. They were surrounded by a cloud of smoke like they were in their own little bubble together. She slowly took the pipe down from her mouth and put it to Richie’s lips. He closed his eyes as she lit the end with the lighter in her hand. Richie inhaled, his chest rising. Eddie held his breath.

Richie’s lips were pink around the glass pipe pressed to them, the same soft, light pink of the girls’ outfits at the ballet. His lashes brushed against his freckled cheeks. Eddie remembered a time when he would count each freckle in the pillow forts in Richie’s living room during sleepovers.

“Eddie?” Beverly’s voice broke him away from the scene in front of him.

“Yeah?” He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, his nerves getting the best of him.

“Are you okay?” She put a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, eyes roaming the party in front of him again.  He noticed the large metal barrel full of ice, beer and soda cans next to where Richie and Angelica swayed together. “I- I think I’m just going to get something to drink.”

Beverly smiled. “Sounds good.” She split away from him, going on a search to find Ben and Mike.

Inhale. Exhale. You can do this. Eddie started walking toward the couple. He reached the barrel. He pushed the ice around digging through for a specific drink. Another arm joined his.

“Diet Cherry.” Richie pulled the soda from the bottom right away. “Your favorite.” He handed it to Eddie.

“Uh, thanks.” Eddie could feel his ears turning pink as he tapped the top of the can with his fingernail.

Richie smiled down at him, his eyes a bit puffy. He threw his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “I’m glad you came tonight, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Me too, Trashmouth.” He said with a smile on his lips and butterflies in his stomach.

Eddie felt that maybe this was the start of something wonderful.

How is this even about the song? Who knows. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed it! I’m feeling BalletDancer!Eddie so this story might resurface with a different plot. Or if I get a lot of feedback (pls love me) I’ll continue this one! Thank you!

[willgayers]

your wish is my command ;-) also this contains some domestic!reddie <3333333 how about i just… start writing these tattoo hcs and fics. nothing else.  ever. again. 

lmao just kidding half

it’s a little long but… you know me by now. i couldnt write these short even if i TRIED

(part 1 part 2)

so richie and eddie move together when they’re both 20 and it’s a cute lil condo

the day is february 12th when they do it

even tho richie has been basically living at the kaspbrak house for the past 12 months, it’s their ACTUAL own house now

so richie now has a full-hand sleeve on his left hand and it is so freaking hot

then there’s obvs the wolf tattoo and the heart on his chest and even a lil ice cream cone on his ankle. (*cough* 4th of july parade when eddie bought them ice cream *cough*)

eddie can’t handle all the hotness that richie is bc now he’s seeing him literally every day

and he can’t stop staring at his boyfriend’s beautiful ink covered body

like when they’re cuddled up watching a movie

“eddie my hand is not the screen”

“idc”

when richie is making them breakfast without a shirt on eddie is just admiring him from afar  

“wow im tapping that”

when richie falls asleep eddie is just tracing the outlines of the tattoos with his fingers and this is a fact™

one time richie got a scratch on one of them and eddie was freaking out … and it wasn’t over the germs first

“omG yOUR TATTOO IS GONNA GET RUINED”

and once a girl working in the movie theater said richie’s neck tattoo is really cool with a way too wide smile that triggered eddie

JEALOUS!EDDIE MODE ON

“IT IS ,,, ISN’T IT????” he calls from behind richie and immediately sneaks his hands around richie and the girl is a little weirded out (and disappointed probably) and just hands them their tickets

that’s right don’t look at my hot tattooed boyfriend he’s mine -eddie, all the time @ everyone who looks at richie a little too long probably

anyway one morning they’re sharing some lazy morning kisses in the bed and eddie is again completely heart eyes over his punk!boyfriend

then richie starts kissing eddie’s neck and eddie says something richie wasn’t expecting

“richie,,, i want a tattoo”

richie makes a weird slurpy sound mid- hickey sucking and lifts his face

“what???”

“yeah”

“you want a tattoo????”

eddie blushes a lil bc richie is so confused

“yeah” he nods

richie kinda just stares at him bc eddie???? his pure eddie wants a tattoo???

but then after a good five seconds (where eddie regrets saying his wish out loud) he’s like aw hell yES  

“well damn okay SURE”

eddie is a wide smile happy boi bc he has the cutest idea

they make an appointment for eddie and it’s to leah

they eat chinese food out of the cardboard takeaway boxes on their living room floor that night

“what’s it gonna be tho” asks richie

“you’ll see” eddie just says before munching some more spring rolls

it’s a small tat so leah had time for eds the next day!!

eddie is a little nervous bc it’s his first tattoo and he has no idea how much it’s going to hurt and taking from richie’s face that one time… well .. yeah

“r u nervous” leah asks as eddie sits down to the chair

WTF DO U THINK he wants to say

“a lil” he in reality says bc he’s a sweet boy

leah just smiles while she’s preparing the stuff

“dont worry im a good tattooer”

richie is a worried boyfriend™

“eddie r u sure you wanna do this. r u sure you’re not gonna pass out or anything. i mean it’s your first one.”

“richie im FINE”

“ok but i can hold ur hand”

eddie’s tummy fills with butterflies bc richie is the cutest

richie is sitting on the left side of eddie’s chair as the tattoo will be on his right arm (the outside bicep) and richie can’t see it this way

“ok im gonna start now” leah says

eddie mentally prepares himself

“just saying eddie u can still grab my hand”

and in goes the needle

eddie winces and immediately grabs richie’s hand

“its ok bby” -richie

(<33333: eddie, and me writing this and probably you, reading this)

halfway tru eddie lets go of richie’s hand

“why’d you’d let go are you pASSING OUT”

“no im fine richie your hand is just sweaty”

blushy richie but also upset richie bc >:( why wont eddie hold his hand thru this painful experience >:(

the tattoo hurts of course but it’s not as bad as eddie would have imagined. besides he did get his arm broken by a killer clown so

“oookay!!! it’s done!!!” leah then finally says and eddie whistles in relief

“BOUT TIME I WANNA SEE IT” says richie

eddie gets up and richie grabs his arm gently, staring at the tattoo on it but frowns

“what is it…”

it’s a odd pair of roman numerals

“it’s a date” eddie says

“what date” richie asks

wtf eddie he’s confused he thought you were gonna tattoo like. a squirrel on a skateboard or something

“don’t u know any of the numbers?” eddie asks, he’s waiting for richie to get it

“i know tha one means 1” richie says

eddie smiles

“and that means 2.”

“yes….” his bf is cute when he has his thinking face on

“2…12…” richie frowns

“and what date would that be” eddie asks, amused

“february 12th” richie says

he thinks about it for a moment

then his eyes widen and he moves his gaze up to stare at eddie who’s already staring back into his eyes and has a warm smile on his face

“you….. you… you tattooed the date we moved together….???” richie asks

eddie nods

richie wants to CRY

he can’t believe eddie would tattoo the date he moves together with someone like richie

because to richie it was obviously the best thing to ever happen to him because his childhood home was a hellhole and now he’s living together with his boyfriend who he adores and he couldn’t be happier

but eddie????

THAT EDDIE. would tattoo. a milestone. like that. on his skin. forever

A MILESTONE THAT INCLUDES RICHIE TOZIER

“holy shit” eddie blurts out

“what”

“are you CRYING”

oh how the TABLES, HAVE, TURNED, RICHARD

richie however doesn’t even try to hide it unlike eddie did when it came to the inhaler

“i can’t believe u tattooed that” he sniffs

“well obviously” eddie smiles and wipes a tear from under richie’s eye

“i love u” richie says

“i love u too bunny” eddie says

((bc he might just call richie bunny??? just decided))

then there’s a clear of throat so quickly they turn around and richie wipes some more of his tears away

“im sorry you guys are really cute and everything but i got another customer coming in five minutes so” leah says

“RIGHT. sorry” eddie says and hands the money

thank you’s are exchanged and then the cutest gay couple in town walks out of the shop

“know what richie???”

“what?” richie asks, still taken aback and a little absent because he’s still trying to process how does eddie kaspbrak love him so much

“i think im gonna get a new one next week”

richie stares at him wide eyed

“probably to my other arm or something” eddie casually shrugs

just imagine cute sweet eddie suddenly getting tattoos. imagine cute sweet now tattooed eddie wearing oversized sweaters and smoking cigarettes. and imagine him getting a nose ring. imagine his brown hair getting a lil longer and messier….

because richie did

and now he’s going to pass out

@nopetaking @xbell22 @donthateonk8 @stenbroughbros @reddiebrekmyheart @itsgreywaterrichie @donvex @blueeyespurpleskies @ageorgymi @oh-youre-the-worst@eddiekaaspbraak @whipashwhipash @rissyq @richietoaster @edskasqbrak @waterlouis @wyattghoulef @urtury @bukiminajimu @kcutieeesblog @stansmansuris@adorefack @reddieaddict @icyeyes102@denbroughbill @graveyardshipper @taletellingsir @anxiety-freak-yuuri @rheddie @queertrashmouth @tohzier @richiefreakingtozier 

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New from Robert Daniels on 812 Film Reviews: On the 35th Anniversary of the ‘Care Bears Movie:’ A Reminder that It’s Nightmare Fuel

Back in 1996, my parents owned an auto-parts store; and because they worked long hours, with limited time to devote to my older brother and younger sister, movies sometimes served as our daycare—animated films like Kiki’s Delivery Service and The Great Mouse Detective. To these ends, sometime when I was 6-years old, my parents bought the Care Bears Movie on VHS. G-Rated and saccharine, the damn cartoon gave me nightmares.

Before the film’s production, these lovable animated characters began as a line of plush toys introduced in 1981. Each ursine came in a different color with a unique belly badge: some had rainbows, others hearts, others lollipops. And each bear’s name reflected a feeling or thought: like grumpiness or cheer. These cuddly bears were soon featured in kids books and on cereal boxes, and had their own television special beginning with The Care Bears in the Land Without Feelings. However by 1984, American Greetings, the plush dolls’ creators, began toying around with the idea of producing a feature-length movie to further promote the ursine creatures. 

On March 29, 1985, director Arna Selznick’s The Care Bears Movie was released. Narrated by a Mr. Cherrywood (Mickey Rooney), the head of an orphanage, he orates a bedtime story to a group of children about a gang of lovable ursine.His story is two-fold: first is the orphaned brother and sister Kim (Cree Summer Francks) and Jason (Sunny Besen Thrasher) who believe no one loves them. The other is the young and lonely magician’s assistant to Mr. Fetuccini (Brian George) Nicholas (Hadley Kay).

The care bears intervene in both stories. Friend Bear (Eva Almost) and Secret Bear (Anni Evans) introduce themselves to Kim and Jason in the park. While Tenderheart (Billie Mae Richards) approaches Nicolas in Mr. Fetuccini’s caravan. Friend and Secret bear initially succeed by spreading cheering, though later Kim and Jason are accidentally transported to the ursine’s cloud and rainbow-soaked world of Care-a-Lot. Nevertheless, Nicholas ultimately falls under the spell of an evil sorceress trapped inside a magic book (voiced by Jackie Burroughs) bent on ending love in the world and extinguishing the care bears. 

The cartoon beyond its plot has multiple issues. For one, the representation of the kids is creepy. In fact, Mr. Fetuccini has a large peep hole hidden underneath his desk looking into Nicholas’ room. Why is it there, who knows? In any case, Tenderheart uses the opening to spy on Nicholas. There, he witnesses the green face of a sorceress, an allusion to The Queen in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, rise from magical tome’s pages to seduce the boy. When Tenderheart finally reaches Nicholas in the other room, he interrupts the ghostly arms of the book’s spirit wrapped around the boy’s head, bringing him in for a suggestive smooch.   

While the spirit is off-putting, these colorful bears aren’t cute either. They’re a menace. They approach kids like Kim and Jason in parks (aren’t children taught not to talk and take things from strangers—especially when they’re talking alien bears hiding behind trees?) These plush animals also watch kids from the sky to monitor their care levels. It’s how they targeted Kim and Jason. Worst yet, they shoot frinkin laser beams from their tummy tattoos—making them unstable weapons—while possessing an unsettling earnestness. They have the same earnestness that tricked people into thinking Chuck E. Cheese animatronics weren’t Satan’s rejects. It’s no wonder I feared these off-kilter bears, and Nicholas swerves past them, too. 

Instead, he falls under the influence of the spirit. She promises to make him a greater magician than Mr. Fetucinni, and to help him enact spells as payback against the kids who refused to be his friends. Unfortunately, Nicholas’ incantations turn earth and the circus grounds into a gloomy demented place with disrepaired tents and homes, and marauding gangs of cackling vindictive children roaming the countryside. Consequently, the ursine’s home kingdom Care-a-Lot turns dark and stormy as rainbows crack and shatter because of cloud quakes. Also, their realm’s power source (the Caring Meter) loses energy as earth morphs into “A world without love.” The bears, along with Kim and Jason, soon depart their homeland, venturing into the Forest of Feelings. There, they discover other plush animals: an elephant, a lion, and a monkey, among others—who feel like lower caste beings. 

And yes, the Forest of Feelings always haunted me. In it, a purple demonic tree with yellow-green eyes tries to eat Jason, a whirlpool nearly consumes the care bears’ cloud boat, and a spirit eagle with talons as big as school buses swoops to claw the fleeing children and bears. These hallucinogenics in a colorful but creepy forest, akin to Alice in Wonderland, ran against the G-Rated programming the animated film promised its young viewers. Instead, eagle’s talons haunted my 6-year old brain like Freddy Krueger did to my 15-year old insomnia, with horrifying images of being chased. 

The songs accompanying the Care Bears Movie didn’t help either. Though the soundtrack received contributions from songwriting and producing superstars like Lou Adler, Carole King, and John Sebastian a tune like the jaunty Edwardian “When You Care, You’re Not Afraid to Try” features the same cultish instructions as “It’s A Small World After All.” As the latter charges, “There’s so much that we share,” the former says, “We need the swift and the small. We’ll need the strong and the tall…Cause when you care, you’re not afraid to try” as the music spins and accelerates wildly out of control into a fever dream of the kids and bears skipping in a circle.

But the worst track is “Look Out, He’s After You.” About as thoughtful as a Whose Line is it Anyways? skit, the needle drop happens during the cartoon’s final act, when the care bears return to earth to save Nicholas. By now, Nicholas is a cackling cape wearing psychopath chasing Kim and Jason through a creepy fun house adorned with pink demonic paintings of clowns. As someone who watched Stephen King’s It at the age of 8, this Care Bears sequence was scarier. It’s an edgelord white kid hunting other children while the chimes of “It’s a nightmare coming true (The evil that’s spreading is starting to grow)…Look out! He’s after you!” play over his pursuit.

Years later, I’ve learned why I initially didn’t identify with this magician’s assistant. In some scenes, one begins to think that Nicholas deserves his loneliness. When Tenderheart is thrown into a cage by the evil spirit, even before Nicholas has succumbed to her influence, he responds at the sight with, “Hey, neat.” Moreover, though he’s lonely, Nicholas isn’t exactly bullied. Though kids laugh at him, they only do so after he joins up with a deranged talking book that makes him perform lame magic tricks in front of them. In turn, Nicholas decides to end the world because he isn’t a recipient of their adoration. That means the Care Bears Movie elevates the feelings of a toxic white male over everyone else, setting a dangerous example for its white male audience that they too can end the world if they’re driven into the hands of an evil book and perform terrible magic tricks.

Freakishly horrifying and oddly demented: For these reasons, the Care Bears Movie is and was straight-up nightmare fuel that haunted me for weeks. And because of it, I never wanted a care bear when I was a kid, and I hate rainbows now, too.  

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A Walk in his Shoes

It was an empty early morning at the gym. There were no one there except for me and a few other early birds. I was there for about 2 hours, trying to workout to lose my bulging tummy fat.

In the far distance of the gym, I saw my super cute neighbor, Richard Wu, posing for a selfie. He downed his pre workout and was eager to start.

He had recently moved here from Taiwan due to his job. He is a Linguistics professor at the local university nearby. Everything about Richard was a turn on. He had the body, the good looks, and the smarts. He has came from a rich family and could afford anything he wanted. Always coming home with the nicest of clothes and newest of shoes, I was jealous. Life was going swell for him.

He got up and walked to the locker room to change. He took off his backpack and shoes, placed them at the side, and walked to a cubicle to finish changing.

Richard didn't realize, but I followed him into the locker room. I saw his backpack and shoes. What a nice pair of Ultraboost Oreo shoes he had. I didn't think about what I did next. I quickly packed up my stuff, took his shoes, shoved them in my gym bag, and walked out in a rush.

When Richard returned, he was shocked. His shoes were missing. I only could imagine how disappointed he was that someone would do such things. He went to go report his missing item and walked outside. It was still a beautiful day, Richard thought as he sat down by the pool to enjoy some sun before heading home.

When I reached home, I immediately took out his shoes and just admired how new they were. Not knowing if they fitted, I tried them. I could still feel the warmth of Richard. It was surprisingly comfy and the feeling felt familiar. Knowing it belonged to Richard, a jolt of energy struck me. I tried to stand up and walk around. But before I knew it, I blacked out.

I opened my eyes and saw the sun shining down on me. I panicked and tried to figure where I was. I looked down and I saw this stunning body in fitted clothing. I smiled as I realized that for some strange reason, I had possessed Richard. He... no... I was still at the gym in my socks and workout clothes. Still full of energy, I got up and walked back to his place.

It look little to no time, for me to get him fully stripped as I admired his body. I took out his phone and started taking posed selfies. I posted them to his Instagram and instantly I got a few hundred likes. Damn, this guy is not only good looking and smart, but he is super popular as well.

Each pose I did, made me harder and harder. I looked down and saw a tent pitching in my underwear. Looks like I got to release the beast and see what is he packing. I pulled the fabric down and out bobbed a thick rod of 6 inches. I stroked and stroked, each time I could feel my body tensing up. I was so horny that it did not take much time. A few more strokes and I shot thick, white juice up. I caught some on my tongue as I tasted how sweet Richard was. I grew a liking to it and licked myself clean. This guy really was the ultimate package.

Still pumped, I changed into a fresh set of gym clothes, went to my old place and took back my Ultraboost. I headed to the gym and apologized that I found my missing stuff. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I still wanted to gym and explore how strong this body is.

I could lift more weights than my previous body and my stamina was much higher. There was nothing this body could not achieve. I was not sure how long I would stay in this body or whether or not Richard's conscious would come back, but for the meanwhile, I am going to live his life to the fullest for him.

I flexed and posed for a picture in my Ultraboost Oreos. This is the start of something new! Besides, I can't let my fan base down.