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theres no difference between exercise and black magic both of them hurt your body at first and drain you of energy but the more you dabble in it the more powerful you become

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<< ok fine i give up i lost track of the cat emojis. this is part 8

Eddie wakes up late the next day but isn't surprised to find his uncle sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee and a crossword puzzle in front of him. Tormenting his nephew has been his favorite pastime now that he is stuck at home, so of course he would wait for him to emerge from his room.

"Didn't catch you coming back last night. Must have left Stephanie's awfully late, huh?" he asks nonchalantly, tapping his pen against the paper without looking up. 

"Mhm," Eddie hums, reaching for his favorite mug. 

"Did Miss Stephanie arrive late?"

"She did." He tries to focus on making coffee, and not on his uncle's prying questions. 

"Did she hold you back?" the man presses, unrelenting.

"We talked for a bit," Eddie eventually admits.

"How long?"

He fills up his mug with a frown before turning towards his uncle. 

"What is this? A crime interrogation?" he raises his eyebrow with annoyance. 

"I don't know." Wayne shrugs, finally looking up from his crossword to study his face. "Has a crime been committed?"

"I'm not banging your neighbor," Eddie hisses at his father figure with disdain. "Stop asking about it!"

His uncle sighs but seems to accept his defeat, at least for now. 

"All I ask is that you keep an open mind. I don't think she'd be against the idea," he gives his last two cents before hiding behind the newspaper like a coward. "I know you're not," he adds under his breath.

Eddie barely catches it, but it makes his skin crawl with heat. He's beyond denying it at this point but he won't admit it either. If Stephanie ever makes a move, he won't say no, but he doesn't want to presume anything. Or worse, make her uncomfortable.

"I'm going to my room," he declares, carrying his coffee away.

A couple of days later, Eddie is standing in front of a hair salon, staring at the handwritten note on the door. 

We close at 4 PM today, sorry for the inconvenience!

The opening times above declare that on weekdays, the shop should be open an hour longer, and Eddie worries that he misunderstood Stephanie's words. She told him to come in around 4 PM and she'll give him a haircut. But through the glass door, he can see her swiping the floor while talking to another hairdresser, a tiny woman who's cleaning up her station. It looks like they're closing up.

Then Stephanie looks up and spots him standing there like a dumbass, and she smiles, motioning him inside. So he pushes the door, moving the tiny bell above as he walks in. 

"Hi," he says, nodding to the unfamiliar woman. "Am I too late? Or too early?" 

Stephanie shakes her head, quickly putting the broom away. 

"You're perfectly on time," she assures him. "You can leave your jacket there and pick whichever chair you like. Do you want something to drink? Tea, coffee, water?" she asks, already halfway to what he assumes is the backroom.

"Coffee would be great," he says a little stunned, shaking his heavy leather jacket off his arms. He feels extremely out of place in a space usually frequented by gossiping ladies. In the waiting area, there's a stack of fashion magazines on top a tiny round table, and two huge colorful armchairs. He throws his things on one of them before sauntering to the station that's furthest away from the street, wary of the peering eyes.

There are some in the salon with him, though. 

"So you're Steph's special guest, huh?" the other co-worker asks conversationally. 

"Uh, I'm just her neighbor," he corrects, not sure what the woman has been told.

She hums, giving her station a thorough wipe.

"She wouldn't close early for just any neighbor," she counters. "Give yourself some credit." She smiles at him through the mirror and disappears into the backroom before he can react or even process her words.

"Sorry for the wait!" Stephanie joins him soon after. "I hope Joyce didn't grill you much," she says, putting a mug of coffee in front of him.

"Well," Eddie wraps his hand around the hot ceramic. "She just called me your special guest." He wants to pry much more than that, but he knows the other woman, Joyce, can be within hearing distance. 

"You kind of are." Stephanie tilts her head thoughtfully, before turning his chair around, so they can only look at each other through the mirror. "All my friends get special treatment."

"Of course," Eddie nods, torn between being happy and devastated by being called a friend. 

"Unless you don't want to be friends with an old lady," she pouts.

What he wants is to suck on that bottom lip. 

"You're not old!"

He startles when his voice is echoed, but it's just Joyce emerging from the back. She moves the jacket and bag she's holding to free one of her hands and smacks Stephanie on the shoulder. 

"Listen to the boy if you're not gonna listen to me," she says heatedly. "If you're old then I should be dead. Now come here."

With an exasperated sigh, Stephanie leans down so Joyce can press a kiss on her cheek. 

"I'm leaving, you kids don't do anything unsanitary, okay?"

"Joyce!" 

She moves like a hurricane of energy and despite her teasing, Eddie can't help but smile. Joyce seems like the kind of person who treats everyone like her kids. 

"What are you doing?" Stephanie asks suspiciously when Joyce hesitates by the door. 

"I'm just gonna..." she trails off before starting to pull down the blinds on both the door and the windows. "So nobody bothers you two," she explains with a charming smile. "Okay, bye!" the bell finally chimes as she heads out. "I'll see you tomorrow!" 

"See you!" 

Eddie barely lifts his hand for a wave before there's just the two of them. 

Stephanie breathes out and walks up to the door to lock it. The fact that they are now alone and hidden in a public space makes him hot under the collar. She could do to him anything she wanted right now. 

Like cutting his split ends and conditioning his hair, of course. 

"So." A radio buzzes to life, though it gets immediately turned to a lower volume. "As the one forced to sit there and endure my treatment, you get to pick the station," Stephanie smiles at him and he instructs her to his and Wayne's favorite frequency. The soft that starts playing is very quiet, and with the closed-off space he's found himself in, he feels like he's tripping. 

"Do you have anything in mind?"

So many things but nothing appropriate to say out loud. 

"Didn't you have a plan for me?" he raises an eyebrow at her reflection while she's thoughtfully tugging on his hair. 

"Yes, but mostly haircare. And I don't know what's popular in the metalhead hair fashion right now."

He chuckles at that.

"Just keeping them long and adding some tease now and then. Nothing as extreme as punk's liberty spikes," he assures. 

"Gotcha. But if you think of anything, let me know."

"You got it," he smiles. 

i feel weird tagging only one person here but: @wheneverfeasible

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I need to be held so bad it’s crazy

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what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl

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*walks up to a couple* so which one of you is the cheetah and which one of you is the golden retriever who keeps the cheetah from stressing themselves to death

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yes, sir

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘guard’

rated e | 532 words | cw: alcohol, mildly dubious consent in that Eddie is drunk but it’s definitely fine | tags: established relationship, rock star Eddie, bodyguard Steve, modern au, dom Steve, sub Eddie, mentions of edging, hint of a handjob

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“Get in the car.” Steve isn’t sure who let Eddie drink so much while he was in a security meeting, but they’re getting fired. Everyone has strict orders to keep Eddie away from the liquor for these events. It’s not even that difficult to do. Just stay next to him and he won’t-

“Oooo, big bad Stevie’s maaaaaad.” Eddie is laughing and Steve rolls his eyes, but turns his face to hide his smile.

Steve nudges him into the car and slides in behind him, nudging him over until there’s a few inches of space between them. He tells the driver where to go and looks out the window.

It’s silent for most of the ride, but he can feel Eddie fidgeting, the leather seats squeaking every time he adjusts.

Steve rests his hand on Eddie’s knee when it starts bouncing. Eddie whimpers.

“Why did you go to the bar?” Steve asks.

Eddie doesn’t have an alcohol problem. He doesn’t even like drinking most of the time. But he gets extremely anxious at these events for the band, and loses track of the drinks he’s given for free, and his brain to mouth filter completely disappears after the fourth or fifth drink.

“I didn’t.”

“Lying doesn’t do you any favors.”

Eddie shivers at Steve’s tone. Steve smirks.

He may be his bodyguard in public, but in private…

“You know better. Did you do this on purpose? Did you want to be punished?” Steve continues.

The silence speaks volumes.

Steve slaps his thigh, the sound of his palm hitting his tight denim echoing in the backseat of the car. Eddie whines, throws his head back against the headrest.

“Eddie. Answer me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“When we get to the room, I want you naked in a hot bath. I have to make a phone call and then I’ll be in,” Steve says as they pull up to the hotel.

Eddie’s hard in his jeans, his cock straining against the zipper.

If he wants to be punished, then he will be.

Steve takes his time on the call. Eddie can sit with his thoughts for a few more minutes.

He gets like this sometimes when things are going too well. Some may think it’s self destructive, but Steve knows how to keep him from going that far.

When he does make it to the room, Eddie’s being a good boy, lying in the hot bath just as Steve asked, humming to himself.

Steve strips quickly, stays quiet to give Eddie a few more seconds of peace.

He climbs in behind him, lets Eddie rest against his chest. The bath has sobered him a bit, but not quite enough.

Steve wraps his hands around his half-hard dick, squeezing until Eddie is whining and trying to pull away. He shakes his head, but kisses the top of Eddie’s head. A hint of love with the mean, just like Eddie likes.

“You ready?” Steve asks.

“Yes, sir,” Eddie moans.

Steve will edge him for a while, he’ll find out the real problem, and then he’ll make him come before he holds him against him all night. Just like he has done for years, and will keep doing forever.

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RCHR Lily of the Valley - Curly Horse Filly

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Feeling like you are completely unloved and unwanted 🤝 knowing it’s mostly your period making you feel that way but being unable to stop feeling it

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Wood block color prints by gustave baumann

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queers- never kill yourself. there might be new mcr

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I'll be fine

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every day i discover the meaning of life and then i lose it again and then again a new day and i discover the meaning of life and lose it by night time and then again and so on

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YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY . You will find a WAY ….. you WILL find a way . You will find a way you will find a way……!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY YOU WILL FIND A WAY you will find a Way you will (find) a way you will find. a way you will find a way YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!!!!!