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bookgeekgrrl · 9 months

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My media this week (13-19 Aug 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 the rest of the Hat Trick Hearts series (SomewheresSword) - 250K Check, Please! - 15 years of PBJ domestic fluff

😍 Red, White & Royal Blue (Casey McQuiston, author; Ramón de Ocampo, narrator) - so annoyed by the movie I had to reread

🥰 The Fool in the Mirror (thepinupchemist) - 111K, shrunkyclunks omegaverse - Steve's Cap, an alpha with severe PTSD, Bucky's a vet/former SHIELD agent & support omega [reread, forever fave]

😊 An Act of Foul Play (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #9) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - Emily & Flo & Flo's twin sister figure out who killed an actor during intermission. Breezy, silly fun like always.

💖💖 +238K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Memory (orphan_account) - MCU: stucky, 23K - great WS recovery fic

Extra Whip (Door) - TW: sterek, 3K - one of the best outsider POV fics, absolutely delightful

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

What We Do In The Shadows - s5, e4-7

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e1-3

Timothy Janovsky in conversation with TJ Alexander

Harley Quinn - s4, e6

Just the Two of Us: Celebrating Child-free HEAs (with Mary Robinette Kowal, Ann Aguirre, Beverly Jenkins, Gwenda Bond, Adele Buck)

D20: Mentopolis - "The Scattered Mind" (s19, e2)

D20: Adventuring Party - "In Space No One Can Hear You Cream" (s14, e2)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - August 13: Between Me and the Moonlight

Re: Dracula - August 14: They are Just the Same

Re: Dracula - August 15: Glad and Sorry

What Next: TBD - Tech's Mask Off Moment

Pop Culture Happy Hour - The Hip-Hop Verse That Changed My Life

Vibe Check - Your Favorite Armchair Therapists

Re: Dracula - August 17: Fading Away

99% Invisible #549 - Trail Mix: Track Two

Welcome to Night Vale #232 - A Car Crash on Buellton Avenue

⭐ Song Exploder - Siddhartha Khosla "Only Murders in the Building (Main Title Theme)"

Re: Dracula - August 18: Very Sweet and Very Bitter

Re: Dracula - August 19: Rejoice the Eyes That Wait

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

my Liked Music playlist

Margaritaville

Rivers of London playlist

Relaxing '80s

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kalpasio · 1 year

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I (WEREWOLF KALPAS ANON) AM SCREAMING WITH MUCH LOVE AND JOY BECAUSE THOMA IS THE HOUSEWIFE OF HOUSEWIVES ALIVE! AND YOU HAVE DELIVERED! WONDERFULLY!

And of course, all fiery boiz are good boiz and no one can change my mind! I mean, the first genshin obsession I've had was Diluc since launch, and then they brought in housewife Thoma and I screamed (because man I wish he were real).

(I hope you take good care of yourself and rest well!)

Butanywaystheimpliedspicyandthoughtsofbeautifulsculpturesbeforemyeyes---yeahokayI'mgoingtogocoolmyselfdownbecauseIscreamagainhaha

HII WEREWOLF KALPAS ANON!!! 🧡🧡 THOMA IS THE BESTEST OF THE BEST HOUSEWIVES

all fiery bois are the best bois and I will die on this hill 😤 ngl I think it depends on how he's written but Diluc definitely has his own corner in my brain and we obviously know how I feel about Kalpas but like the difference between how much I like Thoma and Kalpas is not that big I'm just more scared to write one of them lol

thinking about Thoma legit has me holding my face and trying not to scream and it's so bad lmao he's just so nice and so pretty and aaaaaaaaaaaaaa one of the few that can rival a Kalpas hug

the spice that I literally have like 40 bullet points for but I don't actually know how to turn into a story and it's killing me

#werewolf kalpas anon my beloved 🧡#i hope you know whenever i say hi im doing like the most aggressive happy wave #like SAME HAT #thoma deserves more love 😤#not from me because i will jave a heart attack if i keep writing stories for him #and also i could never abandon kalpas #thoma is in the running for favorite gengin chara #but i still feel like i dont know his personality very well?#he goes between easily flustered to dealing with ayato on a regular basis and being smart enough to like trick traveler #i dont know all i know is thoma hot

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devils-little-sista · 2 years

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#I want to be out there trick or treating so bad #but a lack of a costume and social anxiety promised to make me miserable every Halloween since I was 14 #closest thing I have to a costume is a skeleton hoodie and that doesn’t feel like enough #well I have that devil horns headband but that’s doesn’t go with the hoodie #I wonder what happened to my old costume stuff #I used to have capes and witch dresses and hats #I think I still have one witch hat in my closet but it really fit on my head anymore #so all I have is a few costume ascesories that don’t even make sense together not an acutual costume #but oh how I long to go trick or treating again #I keep promising myself I’ll get a costume and go next year but I never do #breaks my heart to hear so many people having fun just outside my window and I’m stuck in these four walls inside my own prison #no one talks about how traumatizing just growing up is

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fusionmix · 3 months

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mentally preparing for the Los Angeles Kings (estd. 1967) to play the sport of Ice Hockey on national television

#hawgie #sportsmix #if they lose I hope it's absolutely catastrophic to a degree comedic enough to get a non-rebuilding coach #please no slow dragging nonsense loss like if you are going to sin do it Boldly #let Denis Gurianov get a fucking hat trick or something #that being said if Quinton Byfield scores this game is a win for me and if TURCOTTE scores it's a lead-free stanley cup for my heart #kings lb

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nickjgoodsell · 1 year

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My Review: Hat Trick Heart (Thunderclap #1): by Ella Market

Publish Date: October 4th, 2022Number of Pages:Publisher: Independently PublishedGenre(s): New Adult Romance, Sports Romance, Reverse Harem Total Star Rating: 3.75 Stars ‘. . . there are team superstitions. The traditional shoulder check line or locker room song.‘ He pauses, and I force myself to look up at him, his blue eyes piercing me in a way that makes me squirm in my seat. ‘You, Macey,…

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#Ella Market #Hat Trick Heart #Hat Trick Holiday #Hockey #hockey romance #Indie Publish #Indie Romance #New Adult Romance #Pilipino representation #Power Play Pieces #reverse harem #romance novel #spicy reads #spicy romance #Thunderclap series #why choose romance

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jukednuked · 9 months

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lyney the type of guy to 'recharge' his magic by kissing you

lyney the type of guy who'd send one of his hat pigeons to deliver you a love letter (it turned into confetti after being read)

lyney the type of guy to let you carry him on your back because he's 'tired' (blud wants to be as close to you as possible)

lyney the type of guy who'd apologize to you by making a bouquet of flowers appear out of nowhere

lyney also the type of guy who'd value what you both have a lot, he'll get real serious if he senses any type of resentment after an argument

lyney the type of guy to teach you a magic trick or two, like how to steal someone's heart maybe?

lyney the type of guy who'd be so good at pick up lines that it's almost frustrating how he can make you feel like jelly in a split second

lyney the type of guy who'd never, ever let you come to his house in hopes of avoiding a certain harbinger (blud doesnt want you to get put in a meat grinder)

lyney the type of guy to massage your shoulders frequently because seeing you all satisfied makes him feel like he can take care of you

lyney the type of guy who'd jokingly bite you one time because you just look too cute (it will become more than one time)

lyney the type of guy who'd beg you to become his assistant in one of his magic tricks involving a box and a saw because lynette refused

lyney the type of guy who'd trace shapes on your hands whenever you feel upset and just want to sit in silence

lyney the type of guy who'd get real sad if he doesn't find you in the audience when he's having a magic show, might fumble over his words and accidentally make a snake appear rather than a cat

lyney the type of guy who'd tell you to throw tomatoes at him like he's a medieval criminal if he ever fails a magic trick

lyney the type of guy who uses the thought of you as a way to cope with his past

lyney the type of guy who'd show off his magic to you whenever you compliment someone else just for you to go wowowoww lyney!!

lyney the type of guy who conveniently always chooses you as guest of the magic show

lyney the type of guy to get you a matching hat just like his one, just a different colour

lyney the type of guy to have a diary<33 every page involves your name at least 1-2 times

lyney the type of guy to slide notes with angry faces drawn on them under your door whenever you forget to give him his goodmorning/afternoon/night/literally-every-part-of-the-day kiss

lyney is that guy

A/N: my sincerest apologies @strawberrylabs if you look closely you can see the blood, sweat and tears i shedded writing this😓🙏 i secretly wanted to switch it to the most gut wrenching angst mid way but im soooo nice

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin lyney x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney #lyney #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff

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writing-fanics · 3 months

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don’t mess with the devil

final chapter: I love you

Lucifer Morning X Human!Reader

Previous parts

The king sized mattress, seemed too big even for the King of Hell. He finally found someone to fill that empty space beside him, You. But now you were gone back home in the living world. Where you belonged. He hugged the stuffed, animal bringing it close to his chest. It lets out a little squeak.

It still smelled like you. Hells, he missed you so much it hurts. Your laughter, your voice, everything. He missed your sighs, when he would kiss your neck. He missed how you would tease him, and take his hat wearing it for a bit. You were a piece of Heaven in Hell, he never wanted to lose.

He remembered when you had gotten sick. You were sneezing and coughing, and wash hot. Your cheeks were flushed, and your voice hoarse. He never left your side, and only did to bring you the essentials. Soup. You got it. Water. No problem. Tea. Here you go my love.

He was at your beck and call, and you loved that about him. He would, kiss your forehead and rub your back. He’d figure out a way to get you ice. If you really needed it he would pay one of the, I.M.P’s to get you medicine in the living world. Demon medicine could and might possibly kill you.

Even though he thought TV, scrambled the brain he had to admit. Laying in bed with you watching, some shows was quite fun. Watching Disney movies and non Disney.

Hells. Tears trickled down his cheeks he missed you. You’ve only been dating for almost a year, and he already saw a future with you. Maybe even some kids if possible.

He wanted to-

“Oomph.”

A body landed on top of him, “Hi,” his heart seemed to stop beating, and he looked up from the stuffed animal. And there you were in all your beauty, looking down at him as if you were some angel.

You smiled, tears trickling down your cheeks. Finally, after so much trial and error you managed to make a portal to Hell. Leaving behind, a goodbye letter to your mother. Letting her know you’ll be okay. While also leaving behind a Hellphone, so she could communicate with you while you were in hell.

He thought that this might be some trick, some illusion trick by that red radio freak. He reached out and placed his hand on your cheek, you leaning into his touch. “I’ve missed you,” you said, placing your hand over his. He cupped your face in his hands so quickly, you didn’t have time to react crashing his lips on yours.

You gasped, before wrapping your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. “H-How did you?” You kept cutting him off with kisses, “Book of Magic,” you smiled, kissing him again. “And a little help from the magic you gave me.” You said, between each kiss your back being pressed against the mattress.

You smiled placing our hand on his cheek, “I knew not all of it returned,” He said, and you leaned up giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you.” You finally said, and he smiled. Kissing you passionately, a sigh escaping your lips as he kissed your neck. “I love you too,” he said, as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.

He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.

Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.

Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.

The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.

"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.

He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."

Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.

The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.

"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.

"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."

"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."

They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.

"How much do I owe you?" he asks.

Steve shakes his head. "On the house."

"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."

"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."

"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.

"On?"

"How good this shake is." He winks.

Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."

And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.

Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.

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Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.

Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.

He can't stop smiling.

That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.

"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."

"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.

"No, I got it. Not to worry."

"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.

Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.

"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.

Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"

"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."

At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.

"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.

He slumps. "No."

His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.

"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"

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"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."

"Uh-huh," she says.

"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.

"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"

And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.

"What?"

She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.

"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"

She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.

"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.

"What?"

"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.

He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.

"Well?" Robin demands.

"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."

"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"

"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."

Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."

"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."

She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."

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It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.

"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.

"Yeah?" he mumbles.

"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."

She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.

Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.

He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.

With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.

"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."

"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."

Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.

"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."

Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.

"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.

"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.

He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.

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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.

They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"

"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.

Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.

It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.

It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.

Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."

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