#sneaker stories

[bunnieswithknives]

Fop redesigns for funsies but also bcs I saw some star heel boots and had to put Dale in them immediately.

[proll4you]

Ich konnte meinen Blick nicht von ihnen abwenden. Da lagen sie vor ihrem Zelt und steckten ihre Zungen sich gegenseitig in ihr Maul. Ihre Outfit machte mich schon alleine an und ich hatte das Gefühl, dass das ganze Festival sehen musste, wie steif mein Schwanz in meiner Hose war. Ich traute mich nicht sie anzusprechen, doch dann passierte es und einer der beiden stand auf und ging in meine Richtung.

Wie soll die Stroy weitergehen? Wie versaut soll sie enden?

[sortoftemporarypeace]

(via Pinterest)

[anon-sect]

"Your shoes really reek, dude. You need to air them out." Lenny complains to his roommate in his dorm room. Nick had been his roommate for the past three years at college. Somehow, they kept being put together each time. Each year, he had to put up with his foul-smelling running shoes. Nick was a 6'5" tall athlete jock on the college track team. He was running at least 7 miles just about every day. The odor from his favorite running pair was so pungent.

"They are my favorite to run in. And I am not changing them. So deal with it." Nick told him as he went to his next class, leaving the foul sneakers behind.

Lenny had enough of them. So he put them in a trash bag. He went to the garbage shot in the hallway and shoved them down the pipe. He was satisfied that he didn't have to smell them anymore.

While Lenny was napping, he was awoken by Nick. "You seen my running shoes? I can't find them." He was asked. He thought about lying to him, but the truth would come out eventually. "I threw them in the garbage shot. If you want them, you can go looking in the basement." He spoke as he turned over to ignore him to go back to napping.

Nick was upset. He really loved those shoes. What Lenny didn't know was that those sneakers were special. They were once a former human who used to bully him in the neighborhood. He turned him into sneakers to punish him. He loved torturing his former bully with his feet. Now, he needed a new replacement pair. Since Lenny decided to chunk his shoes without telling him first, he knew whom to replace his favorite pair of running shoes with.

Nick grabbed his TF device from his backpack and put in the setting for sneakers. He pointed at Lenny. With one flash, Lenny was reduced to a new pair of running sneakers. He picked them up to examine them. He pressed on the insoles. They seemed even better than his previous favorite.

Lenny instantly awoke to feel a change. He found himself split in half and in a different form. He felt fingers pressing down on his face. "You got rid of my favorite pair of running shoes. I really loved running on the bully that used to torment me in my neighborhood back home. That guy was a good pair of sneakers. But now you have to replace him. You will be my new favorite running sneakers. This is the consequence of throwing that other guy away without knowing the full truth." He heard Nick speak to him and laughed. The foul sneakers used to be a person all this time, and he chunk him like a common object. Now, this was his fate. He tried screaming for help but lacked any vocal ability. He couldn't even move on his own. He felt Nick place him on the floor. He had a sick feeling of what was coming next.

Nick placed his new running sneakers on the floor. He grabbed a pair of socks he wore for three days straight. He quickly sniffed them and saw the stench was horrible. The thought of Lenny having to deal with that made him smile. He put the stinky socks on his feet and put on his new favorite sneakers without a single care about Lenny.

Lenny would have gagged if he had a physical mouth. The socks that were now pressing down on his face was so foul, it smelled like something died in it. Next came the being walked on part. Each step felt like a building crushing him over and over. He could feel the floor and ground beneath him as though his back was being ground into it. He thought it couldn't get worse till Nick started running. He was in constant pain and agony feeling the ground beneath him and the foul stench of the socks bearing down on his insole face. As Nick continued to run on his usual nine-mile run, the socks began to get sweaty. The sweat combined with the stench saturated the inside of the sneakers. He now had no way to escape from the smell.

Nick returned back to the dorm room after his run. It was a little weird having it all to himself now. But he loved his new favorite sneakers. They were way better than the previous ones. He was glad those were gone. Lenny was a great replacement. If anyone asked about his roommate, he would tell them he didn't know where he was. Besides, no one would believe that he was turned into a pair of sneakers anyway. "You were excellent on my run. I am looking forward to running in you nearly every day. If anyone asks about you, I will not know where you went. Thanks for chunking those other shoes. You are much better than them." He told his shoes as he went to go take a shower. He loved that his new shoes already had his foot stench. It should be a badge of honor for Lenny to smell like his feet on day one.

Lenny regretted getting rid of the other sneakers. Had he known that he would be replacing them, he would have just suck it. Now his fate was the same as the other guy. He was Nick's sneakers, and no one would be the wiser.

[themintman]

And once again I'm late to the joke. But yk what hell yeah

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷

?: Annnnd the teacher’s lounge. You’re more than welcome to hang your stuff here. I actually suggest it, sometimes the students like to peek into people’s things.

Taryn: Ah, I see. Can I set my lunch in the fridge?

?: Sure! Oh and don’t bother bringing in lunch on Wednesdays or Fridays. The school usually caters for us on those days.

Taryn: That’s really nice!

?: Yep. I’ve worked at other schools and this one is probably the better of the handful.

Taryn: Amazing!

?: One catch.

Taryn: Oh.

?: Well a lot of the kids here are incredibly troubled. Can’t really do much about it but the higher ups try to do all of these little perks to help with morale.

Taryn: How bad is it?

?: I wouldn’t be surprised if you quit the first day. Honestly, I wouldn't hold it against you.

Taryn: Lovely.

-

[ thunk ! ] 

Kids: [ giggling ]

[ thunk ! ]

Kids: [ laughing ]

Taryn: Where are you even getting that paper from? [ gasps ] The books!

Kid one: My mom says all librarians turn into a hag.

Taryn: That’s not very nice.

Kid two: You kinda look like one hunched over like that.

Taryn: Hey!

Kid three: AHHHH!

Taryn: WAIT-

Kid four: That’s what you get for calling me a cheese ball!

Kid three: You even smell like one- OUCH!

Taryn: Stop it!

Taryn: No!  

Kid four: Get back here you troll!

[livwritesstuff]

The first pair of shoes Eddie purchased for himself when he started rebuilding the life he’d lost when his trailer was destroyed was a pair of Doc Martens.

They were new (well, not new – he’d still thrifted them, but they were barely worn, probably surrendered by some yuppie who liked the style but couldn’t handle the pain of breaking them in) and big and black and heavy with steel toes and thick woven laces.

Those boots went everywhere with him – navigating those first few years of recovering from all the trauma he’d suffered in ‘86, finally leaving Hawkins in 1990, his move to Washington in ’94 to live with Steve while he finished out his psych program, their joint move to Boston a couple years later, his first book release in ‘95 and his second in ‘99, not to mention all the countless big and small adventures that filled in all those gaps.

When Eddie and Steve’s daughter Moe was born in 2001, Eddie temporarily retired the boots.

There was a period during those first few years of her life when she was both very small and always underfoot, a combination that meant concerns about tripping on her were high enough without Eddie adding steel-toed boots larger than his kid into the mix.

So for a while, the boots sat on the floor in his and Steve’s closet collecting dust.

Then Moe got a little bit older and the boots started collecting other things.

“Ed, come look at this,” Steve snickers.

He’s in their closet, trying to tackle the cataclysmic mess that has accumulated over the last year and a half, because trivial things like cleaning had kind of taken the backseat the second they met Moe – as they should; Eddie maintains that there is literally nothing he’d rather do than spend time with his daughter, bar none. Alas she does need to nap sometimes, and he supposes that’s when all the other shit gets done.

He joins Steve in the closet to see that he's holding one of Eddie's Docs.

“Look what Moe did,” Steve continues, holding out the boot.

Eddie takes it, immediately noticing that it’s even heavier than usual. He peers inside to see that it’s filled to the brim with stuff – a small wooden car, a travel deodorant from his last trip to New York for work, a pair of socks, sunglasses, several loose bandaids, one of Steve’s combs, a roll of Smarties (it’s a wonder she didn’t eat them), a veritable cache of treasures in the eyes of their eighteen-month-old. 

The other boot is pretty much exactly the same.

“Oh my god,” Eddie beams, “She’s fucking incredible.”

“She’s inheriting your raccoon behavior," Steve replies with a wicked grin.

“Alright.”

[doublxpresso]

「To this pitiful me」

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[batneko]

Okay so we all agree socks and sandals is tacky (do not argue with me on this, you are wrong) but since crocs are technically clogs, is it okay to wear socks with them?

[proll4you]

Wenn Prolls fliegen, ist die Leibesvisitation obligatorisch.

[meandhisjohn]

STORY TIP...

This time a classic but new to me.

I have a list of 30 fics I'm going to read this winter.

Started last week and love it so far.

Last night I started a classic fanfiction story I neglect for too long.

I'm only on page 145 but it is already extremely promising.

Not only because of my favourite badass Moriarty is a big part of the story and it starts with little Sherlock and a brilliant opening but..

It features the Sherlock I have in my mind.

A genius man child with baggage on his soul so strong it almost threatens to suffocate him.

Lonely, longing and clever is the status of Sherlock until a certain army-doctor doctor arrives but does John really know what he signed up for when accepting Sherlock’s dinner invitations and who is the man who writes Sherlock all those disturbing letters?

Find it all out in Wordstrings aka Katie Forsythe's " All the best and Brightest Creatures.

@rey-jake-therapist @a-victorian-girl @whatnext2020 @inevitably-johnlocked @johnlockficclub

[reportsgaysbr]

RELATO 06

Minha primeira vez com meu primo

Era 2010/2011 e eu e meu primo nós sempre fomos muito parecidos exceto pelo cabelo q o meu é loiro e o dele preto e eu sempre fui mais alto q ele. Eu sempre gostei de ajudar todo mundo, sempre fazia de tudo pra todos, acho q era assim pq eu morava com minha vó e com esse meu primo e ela precisava de ajuda sempre, então virou costume. Certo dia tava só eu e ele pq minha vó tinha ido no mercado e ele falou:

- primo, tu pode me ajudar la no fundo?

eu disse q sim e fui na inocência, chegando la ele falou q pra ajudar ele nós tinhamos q ficar pelados e como eu não entendia nada disso eu aceitei, ai ele falou pra au ajoelhar e o pau dele foi endurecendo e ele falou pra eu por a boca q tinha gosto de pirulito e eu fui mas minha boca era muito pequena e o pau dele era muito grande uns 17cm então não entrava direito mas eu fui pegando o jeito de mamar até que ele me virou de costas me deitou no chão e começou a esfregar o pau dele na minha bundinha, ele tentou enfiar mas não entrou ai ficou só esfregando até q ele começou a tremer e gozou na minha costa ai meu primo passou a mão na porra quente e deu pra eu chupar e eu chupei e engoli tudo

✍️Assinado: Membro anônimo

[anon-sect]

I’d do anything to get close to my gym crush’s feet, could you give me a little help?

Picture source: @paketemusculomorbo

Quinton worked out nearly every day at his favorite gym, and he kept noticing this one guy, always looking his direction but never bothering to come greet him. This attention went on for almost two months straight. He thought about going to another gym, but the guy might follow him there. Since the guy was to shy to come say hi, he would break the ice himself.

"What's up?" Quinton went over and spoke. The guy was sort of silent for a few seconds, probably because of the shock that he came over and spoke with him.

Greg was caught by surprise. "Oh, hi." He didn't know what else to say for a brief moment.

"Listen, I have been noticing you looking my way for a while. I thought I would end your nervousness. The name is Quinton, and yours." He saw that the guy was getting less uneased by now.

"Oh, I am Greg. Nice to meet you." He spoke back, seeing that his gym crush was actually kind of nice.

"Nice to meet you as well, Greg. Well, I will get back to my workout session, I just wanted to say hi." Quinton spoke as he went back to the machine he was previously at. He then noticed the rubber in his favorite shoes came loss. This was no good. Sadly, he didnt' have another pair with him. He went back over to Greg.

"Hey, could you help me with something, buddy?" Quinton asked. He saw Greg's face light up like a supernove when he asked that question.

Sure, anything." Greg quickly answered without even knowing what the request was. He followed him back to the locker room, which was surprisingly empty. He saw Quinton smiling at that. He saw him pull out his phone. With a quick snap of the camera, his whole reality changed. He found himself completely immobile with a limited view. HIs body was split in two, and each half had a solid form.

Quinton picked up the brand new shoes. They looked great. He took off his old shoes and threw them in the trash. "Sorry about this. I know we just officially met, but my old shoes are just too ruined for me to continue to work out. I needed you to be my shoes for now. I really do appreciate this." He put the shoes on his feet and went back out to finish his session. The new shoes felt way better than his old favorite pair. He could easily work out without his feet hurting now.

Greg didn't know if he was dreaming or if it was reality. He was literally being worn on his gym crush feet. The socks were already sweaty and smelled slightly. It was also painful with each step under his feet. Being shoes was quite a painful experience, not to mention sweaty and stinky. Yet, he was still loving every moment of it. He really didn't mind his gym crush using him as his shoes.

Quinton finished his nearly two hour workout. He snapped a quick picture of himself with his new shoes. He loved how they looked on his feet. He decided he would keep them. He hoped the guy didn't mind being his sneakers for a long time.

Quinton went back to the lockroom, grabbed his bag, and went to his car. Once back at his car, he took one sneaker off. "My old pair seem like they were too far gone, but I have found a new replacement for my favorite sneakers. It's you. I don't know if this is something you would want, or if you dispise me for wearing you." He paused as he thought about it. "Honestly, you don't have any choice in your life anymore. You are just my new favorite shoes now. Don't worry, I will take good care of you for sure. My last pair lasted me for years, you wil be mine forever." He put the shoe back on his foot and drove back home to take a shower.

Greg was so happy to hear what came of his fate. Quinton could wear him forever for all he cared. There was no greater pleasure than being worn by him on his feet. He wished he could express his gratitude for what he did to him, but at least he knew that he would be with his gym crush forever. That was all that mattered.

[balkancg]

[mfred]

Today I wore a yellow daffodil print dress with my yellow glasses and someone told me I was the best dressed person in the library. I got so many compliments!