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Cannot get over these CCM hockey posts which start with Macklin and end with Leno. Boy needs a break. They both do. From each other. Blondie really tied them up with a string of fate.
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Where the Light Breaks
✦ Darth Maul × OC × Obi-Wan Kenobi
Words: 3882
Tw: smut , cheating , alcohol
(If there is anymore please let me know)
Reader: is female based (has female anatomy)
If your from my TikTok comments sorry for the long wait!!
There will be more chapters to this messy story I promise!!
Chapter 1
You stare into the mirror, touching up your makeup. As you stare at the shiny glimmer dance across your lips. You admire the color you chose to fit your skin tone. You run your nail across the bottom of your lip gathering all the extra gloss making your appearance sharp.
You were an informant for anyone that needs good information. it just seems obi wan kenobi was the one who needed some information.
Something about that jedi drove you crazy, you couldn't ever help but flirt with that stoic man. He visits you very often, for information, comfort or just good company. You definitely had a spot in his strict heart.
You finish up in the refresher, fixing the clothes that you picked out for this meeting, with the one and only obiwan kenobi. Your clothes were revealing but nothing that would compare to a cantina dancer. Something graceful to flaunt what you were born with, hopefully to catch the eye of the Jedi Knight.
You walk across the room, your heels clicking against the polished naboo marbled floor. The luxurious room smelt faintly of caf and tabac smoke, with a strong mix of aromatic oils. All ran together on your skin, like running water.
As you walk your heels click like a melodie against the floor. You approached the drink stand, you looked over the various drinks on the stand. Its surface is crowded with elegant decanters and gleaming bottles imported from across the galaxy. Your hand glided over every bottle and container.
Found one……
The Corellian whiskey was smooth but unapologetically strong. It smelled of oak, spice, and smoke. You picked up two square glasses and put them on the glass table. They clicked as they hit the table.
As the amber drink poured into the cups, their sharp smell pierced your nose.
As you finished up pouring the drinks, you heard the lift arrive on your floor. You picked up one of the cups, and turned towards the sound, your eyes fixated on the lift's doors.
As you watched, you held the cup in your hand, swirling it around. The amber liquid circled in the cup, a strong but smooth smell cut through the air.
The doors opened, and a cloaked man appeared. You've been through this many times. You watched the man step off and into the room. He removed the hood off of his head leaving his auburn hair in a bit of a mess. His blue eyes hit yours, as they did a smile lit across your face.
“You're staring”, Obiwan said, almost appearing like he was flirting.
“I'm evaluating the legendary jedi master everyone, keeps talking about”, you replied in a playful tone.
He raised his brow before replying, “and have you reached a conclusion?”.
A faint giggle left your lips.
You turned and grabbed the drink you poured for him moments ago. You walked over to him. your heels clicking on the floor, filling the silence in the air.
As you got closer, to him your nose filled with his scent.
He smelled of well worn robes, polished leather, and a hint of cedar, with the clean freshness of someone who spent more time traveling the galaxy than relaxing.
You handed the drink to him.
Your hand then cupped the beard on his face.
“Not yet,” you said with a faint smile. “I’ll need more evidence.”
Obiwan's face flushed red, you loved it when he got flustered.
He held your gaze for a second longer than intended before looking away with a quiet sigh. "You have an uncanny talent for catching me off guard.”
“We have more pressing matters to attend to”, he said as he cleared his throat.
You turned around and headed to the couch in the middle of the room.
You sat onto the couch, leaving just enough room beside you. As your eyes met obiwans for a moment before you gave a gentle nod toward the empty space beside you, silently inviting him to join you.
You took a sip of the drink in your hand, the liquor burned your throat as it entered your chest, spreading warmth all throughout your body.
You silently cleared your throat before replying with, "Are you planning to hover over there, or are you going to sit?”
You leaned forward and placed the drink on the table, before quickly resting back into the position you were in before. As you relax back on the couch you cross your legs.
Obiwan walked over and placed his drink on the table close to yours. He then took his brown robe off, folded it over his arm before placing it on the back of the couch. He then sat on the couch, not fully relaxed just sitting there. He then rubbed his beard in a way that looked as if he was thinking.
“What's wrong?”, you said before slowly moving closer to Obiwan.
He continued to rub his beard, "I can sense an evil that seems very recognizable”.
You placed your hand on his back, something that's not entirely new to your visits. Your hand began rubbing his back in circle motions. Obiwan then took a drink of the drink you provided him earlier. You then took your hand away and placed it in your lap.
“Would you want to talk about it”, you said in a genuine way.
Obiwan then sat back fully, his hand still rubbing his beard as if he couldn't seem to relax.
“there have been no reports of a newer evil in the lower levels”, he said as he looked you in your eyes as if he needed this answer right away.
You shook your head softly
He broke eye contact.
He then looked at the floor as he groomed his beard. You could see the worry was over his face.
As you watch the emotion take over his face, a thought passes your mind. well obiwan comes to you for comfort, because he knows you won't tell a soul of your visits, or perhaps he likes you and just won't tell. So why won't you give him more than comfort, more than a massage , or more than a ear to listen? It wouldn't be too bad of an idea, plus you knew you could use it as well.
“Well I think there's…. A way we can solve this conflict”, you say as your hand begins to rub Obiwan's thigh.
ObiWan flinched at the first touch. It was a sudden response, the instinct of a man who spent most of his life expecting a blade or a sudden shift in the Force, rather than the warmth of a hand. He froze for a moment, his fingers pausing mid groom in his beard, as your palm settled against the fabric of his tunic over his thigh. He turned towards you, his blue eyes met yours; they looked like 2 cups slowly filling with excitement.
You were half expecting him to get up and leave right there, but you knew no man who hasn't had a proper screw in years to get up and miss this opportunity.
You lifted your hand up from his thigh and said,“or perhaps the jedi knight is too refined for such actions”.
“That is a dangerous accusation, One might think you're suggesting the Jedi Order has become... stagnant in its ways”, obiwan said as he lifted his brow in the slightest.
“Perhaps, well you're free to leave”, you said as you began to stand up.
You felt a hand grab yours, you turn to look at the man on the couch.
You look him up and down, his body clearly having reactions to your touch.
As you looked him up and down you seen, a look on Obiwan's face you've never seen before…. Lust.
His hand that still held its spot on yours, pulled you closer to him. As it guided you back to him, you crawled on to his lap. The warmth of his legs on your thighs definitely grew a reaction out of you. You felt your body heat up from the interaction that was still in play.
“And as for leaving..." He pulled you even closer, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. "I believe you've made it quite impossible to walk away now”.
A smile grew on your lips, “oh I didn't think the great obiwan had it in him to show such emot-”.
Your words were cut short as obiwans pressed his lips into yours, it was quite a shock at first. The shock melted away as his kiss was firm, he tasted good the liquor he drank moments ago still lingering on his tongue.
Obi Wan’s hands wandered, One hand slid from your waist to the small of your back. pressing you more firmly against his hard self. Your breath hitched as you felt the presence of his growth pressing against your core. You felt a heat growing through your body. His other hand drifted upward, his fingers tangling into a bunch of your hair.
You both pull away from the kiss but not because you were done but because you needed to catch your breath. Your foreheads stayed glued to each other, as your chests raised up and down from the sudden excitement.
Obiwan cleared his throat, “sorry, I was out of control”.
“Out of control… I've been waiting for so long”, you said in a teasing tone trying to steady your breath.
“Perhaps a little lack of control is warranted”, he replied before pulling your hair back. He began leaving little kisses on your neck. The soft connection of your skin, gave you chills down your body.
Small moans escape your mouth, you bite your lip trying to conceal them. You then felt Obiwan's free hand begin to explore your body.
his hands roaming the curves of your body with a purpose, almost desperate, as if he were trying to memorize the very shape of you through his touch.
His hands explored, over your bottom, then up the side of your waist, till you felt a firm grip on your breast. He groped your breast till your clothed nipple hardened from the excessive touch. His mouth continued to leave kisses all throughout your neck, like he was a man who was hungry.
Your hips moved naturally over the growth in obiwans pants, with every movement you could hear quite low groans escape Obiwan's throat.
His hands quickly let go of you, began to shed the heavy fabric of his outfit, discarding the belt of his jedi uniform.
As he was shedding his clothes, you stood up and began to take off your clothes. The room is filled with the sound of your ruffling clothes and occasional clicks from the metallic parts of obiwan's clothes. As you got your dress over your head, your eyes were met with his own torso; it was bare, and lean, his skin showed a testament to years of disciplined combat. His pants were pulled halfway down revealing his thighs, and his fully erect penis.
“By the force”, he said as he looked over your naked body.
“Shut up”, you said playfully before crawling back on to his lap.
The kiss was now more dominated by you, the warmth of your naked bodies only grew the lust in your body more and more. Your hand ran threw his beard and your other, had a mind of its own as it ran over his arm.
You quickly felt his calloused hands roam over your body. They quickly met your thighs. He squeezed your thighs, pulling you even tighter against the hard, pulsing length of him.
Your kiss broke and your breath was the only thing that made a sound in the room.
One of his hands broke the grasp of your thigh as he began to move his hand towards your core. His calloused fingers met your slit, you felt your dripping core let his fingers move with ease. The touch of him made your stomach drop, as he began searching your folds. It sent a sharp, jagged gasp that escaped your lips.
His fingers didn't hesitate. Finding the clit inside of your slickness, he began to move circles over your clitoris. Every time his fingers made a pass over your clit it sent immense pleasure over your body, driving out moans that echoed through the room.
Your hand on his shoulder is what kept you up straight, you could feel your legs shake at every pass. You watched his movements become more primal. You watched his arm bounce underneath you.
You put your hand on his forearm as if you were trying to slow him down. Your hips tried to move from his movements, he quickly placed his hand on your hip holding you in place. His fingers sliding over your clit became faster, your breath hitched as you could feel your pleasure build in your stomach, as your thighs felt like liquid.
You quickly retracted your hand and held on to his shoulders. You continued to watch him, as his hand had complete control over your body. He wrapped his other around your waist. Your moans became loud as you could feel the tension finally snapped. A sharp, broken cry tore from your throat as the coil in your stomach exploded into a firework of pure ecstasy. Your back arched, your head falling back as waves of intense pulsing ecstasy ran through your core, your internal muscles clenching. Your head felt completely light as your orgasm rang through your body like a bell.
“That's it”, he whispered as his left kisses on your bare chest while holding your body.
Seconds passed, you tried to steady your breath the best you could. You completely melted in to obiwan your head rested on his shoulder, your head moved with his hard breaths that would raise his chest. One of his hands rested on your back and the other on your thigh as his thumb caressed your thigh. Your legs are completely liquid from the pleasure that you endure merely moments ago. You could still feel his erect growth against your thigh, you could feel it pulse against you.
All this did was drive your primal instincts more and more, to repay a debt you received just moments ago.
You sat up and looked into Obiwan's eyes, the eyes of a tired but sexually frustrated man.
“Your turn”, you said in a playful tone.
“Oh rea-”, Obiwan replied before you cut him off with a kiss.
You quickly lifted yourself into the kiss, running your hand down his chest that was sticky with sweat. You other hand held the back of his neck while you pushed yourself deeper into his kiss. Your hand met his erection, and your fingers met contact with his swollen tip you could feel his body twitch at the touch. You aligned your slit with his tip before slowly lowering yourself on the thick shaft.
As you descended down you could feel his shaft began to stretch you out.
“Please”, he choked out against your lips, his voice breaking.
Your kiss was broken as he watched now, both his hands now gripping your waist.
You continued to descend slowly, you bit your lip trying to control your breathing. Trying to break him, trying to break the man as he broke you moments ago. Trying to edge him into a man he wasn't, trying to see if lust would drive him crazy.
You could feel the heat in your body slowly begin to build as he got closer to completely filling you up. His grip hardened more into your hips, his fingers digging in as if they were doing it themselves.
Your hands still rested on his shoulders, his breath bounced up and down like he couldn't control it.
He couldn't stay still for long. As you settled, it prompted a primal need to move. He began to thrust upward, his hips meeting yours in a powerful drive that would close the distance between your souls as much as your bodies. The sound of your skin slapping against his, the heavy, rhythmic thud of his hips, and the wet, sliding sounds of your union filled the room, creating a song of pure, unadulterated lust.
Moans, panting, and groans filled the air, high pitched moans of your pleasure clashing with the deep groans that tore from Obi Wan’s chest. Every thrust was met with a sharp intake of breath, every slide of skin against skin.
One of his hands left your waist and grabbed a handful of your hair. He pulled your head back as you watched the ceiling of the room. He began leaving firm kisses all over your breasts and chest. Your chest burned, from all the moans and gasps you were giving up. Your core hurt from the primal thrusts that were pushed deep inside but the pleasure burned more and more.
He then let go of your hair, your head traveled back and you began to watch his face. He was nearing his close. You could feel his thrust become more and more sloppy. You buried a deep kiss onto him, your moans and his groans escaped from your mouths.
You tightened your core around him, his breath was heavy, you could hear the scratch of his lungs from the amount of breaths he took. His thrust became harder and harder, his body rigid. His head fell back on the couch, His hips slamming against yours with a heavy force that seemed to vibrate through your entire skeleton. His hands held on to your waist as if it was the only thing keeping him afloat in all of this.
"I can't... I can't hold it..." he groaned, the words through the sharp gasps.
“Come…for…me”, you said, fighting the words out with every thrust that hit your bottom.
You hand held on to his shoulder, His body arched violently, his muscles coiling and snapping. His fingers bruisingly tight as he pulled you down onto him one last time, as if he was trying to go the deepest he's ever gone before.
A loud sharp cry made its way out of your throat. Your grasp on his shoulder turned into nails trying to hold you up.
A long, guttural groan tore from his chest, vibrating through your very bones as he finally broke. his entire body shuddering in the massive, soul shattering release. He poured himself into you, his breath coming in long, broken, sobbing gasps as the waves of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him utterly spent. His head fell back on to the couch as he was trying to catch his breath, his body tensing up with the release of his shaft.
Your breath was heavy, your head dizzy as the thrusts stopped. You held yourself there as you could feel his shaft pulse at his release. Your legs fell completely weak, you could barely move them.
He shifted slightly, not to pull away, but to pull you even closer, his arms wrapping around you. He tucked his head into the bend of your shoulder, his damp hair brushing against your skin. He was breathing the scent of you, his lungs finally beginning to steady from the events moments ago. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you lazily laid on his chest.
"I believe... that was a most... successful... negotiation.”, he said in a playful manner and he was still trying to catch his breath.
“Shut up”, you said as a giggle left your lips as you didn't move a muscle.
Moments passed and you both were dressed. It was the final hours of the cycle.
He walked toward you, his footsteps nearly silent on the floor. He didn't reach for you with the hunger of a lust this time, but with the gentle reverence of a man who had seen something sacred. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw in a gesture so tender it made your heart ache.
"The cycle is ending," his eyes searching yours, "and the galaxy will continue its relentless turning. But for a moment... the Force was perfectly still but I must be going back before others come looking for me”.
“Duty calls”, you said in a tone as if you didn't want him to leave.
He leaned in, pressing a final, lingering kiss to your forehead a kiss that was a promise that he would be back like all the times before, he could never date but today felt like it was a huge step in your relationship, maybe just maybe he would run away with you and hide among the abandoned parts of the galaxy.
Moments passed and you watched him walk to the lift in your room. The doors closed and the room was left in complete quietness. You walked to the refresher and washed your face from the make up that was worn from the interactions of the day. The cold water felt amazing against your warm face. You changed your clothes into something more appropriate for the sleeping hours of the cycle.
You walk into the room, tired and definitely worn out. A yawn grew from your mouth, as you yawned you heard a notification from your holo table. You sigh, all you craved right now was your bed.
You walk over to the table and answer the call the blue light casts onto you and the surrounding room.
You answer the call…..maul
He leans forward slightly, his gaze piercing through the light to find your eyes. A low, gravelly chuckle escapes his throat, though there is no humor in it.
"You look exhausted " Maul says, his voice smooth yet dangerous, like a blade sliding against skin.
“I mean it is the night cycle here, what do you want,” you said as if you were not scared of this crimson man. He couldn't really harm you, because you gave him information about the jedis he wanted to know more of, and you gave him a little more than information, you never thought you would be in a relationship with a jedi but fuck buddy's with a sith.
Maul’s lips curl into a smirk, a dark, knowing expression that suggests he knows exactly how much power he holds over you, and exactly how much power you hold over him. He doesn't just value your mind; he values the heat of your presence and the dangerous thrill of your companionship.
"Always so practical," his gaze traveling slowly over your form in the blue light.
"You treat a Sith Lord like a common merchant haggling over spice. It is... refreshing.”, he says in a deep tone but one that keeps you on your toes.
“ I'll call you back when I get some rest”, you said with heavy eyes.
"As you wish," he says, his voice smooth as silk, though there is a lingering, heavy weight to his words. "Rest, then. Dream of your Jedi... and of the secrets you keep from him”
The blue light vanishes, plunging your room back into a quiet. The silence of the night cycle settles around you. You are exhausted, yes, but the weight of your double life feels heavier than ever as you turn toward your bed.
You feel so deeply for both whatever will you do?
What would you like a weekly fanfic on?
A love triangle between sae and kaiser with the reader
A love triangle between sae and Hugo with the reader
I love sae and really want to write about him, but I can’t choose between Hugo and kaiser.
Hot take
So, I finished watching "Elle" (A prequel series to Legally blond) and uhm I am sorry, but that shit was pretty much just an average collage AU fanfic. Like sick theres Yuri but honestly the Lesbians portrayed in mainstream media to have a same race are very hard to come by, I am obviously glad there's Yuri though. Also the LOVE TRINAGLE OMG, its not even a love triangle
Miles is dating Shannon- they break up
Miles kissed Elle- they can't date bc girl code but Shannon finds out
Dustin kisses Elle- Miles sees (and so dose Liz and for the sake of it Liz has two chicks she wants)
AND HOW DID ELLE LITERALLY FORGIVE MRS WOODS AFTER THAT IN LIKE A DAY?? I WOULD NEVER EVER IN MY LIFE DO THAT
𑣲 THE GIRL IS MINE
─── pairing ; eugene ottinger x reader & pugsley addams x reader
─── summary ; eugene and pugsley are fighting for your attention ( based on “the girl is mine” by michael jackson & paul mccartney )
─── warnings ; fluff, teen jealousy and a lot of pining, english is not my first language, not proofread.
─── word count ; 1,9k
─── a/n ; okay im kinda proud of this... lmk if u liked it okay please :3
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you thought your life was great just like it was. you had enough friends, with whom you hung out often. your grades were decent, not perfect, but not terrible. and luckily there was no one bothering you like there was at your normie school three years ago. “i don’t need any more,” you always think to yourself. and technically, you didn’t.
but of course, the universe was never on your side.
you’ve heard it as a rumor, even read something about it on enid’s blog. but you ignored it. you didn't think much about it.
but no matter how much you ignored it, it was still the truth. both spooky and devoted pugsley addams and sweet and intense eugene ottinger were crushing on you. well, crushing was an understatement. they were fighting over you, actually.
they were both convinced that you were theirs, and that you’ll always be, forever and ever. and none of them were willing to “share” you. only one of them could have you.
“she helped me with my homework once. you remember that?” pugsley bragged as he helped eugene with his beehives.
“yeah, because she had no other option,” eugene answered in an obvious tone. “you asked her for help, and of course she helped because she is fantastic and super kind. unlike when she came to me, asking for help with her botany homework.”
“because you’re a nerd!” he laughed.
“maybe that’s why she likes me and not you,” eugene gave pugsley a smug smile.
“keep telling yourself that. she loves me.”
eugene rolled his eyes. he didn’t care what pugsley thought; he was convinced you were just as in love with him as he was with you. it was the same in pugsley’s mind.
actually, none of them were right for now. you were really confused. they were both really sweet with you, and you could see that they cared about you. but you tried to be neutral about it. if you rejected pugsley, he’d be heartbroken forever but wouldn’t give up. he’d be after you forever. but at the same time, if you rejected eugene, you wouldn’t be strong enough to stand seeing his doe eyes break with disappointment.
also, wednesday would murder you if she found out that you were responsible for her brother’s or eugene’s sudden wretchedness.
professor orloff’s class was about to start. there was an empty spot next to you. as soon as you saw eugene and pugsley walk through the door, you knew you were gonna be sitting next to one of them, if not both.
eugene walked faster and sat on the free chair. “hey, i hope you weren’t saving the spot for anyone else.”
“no, i wasn’t, actually,” you shook your head, giving him the softest smile, which made his heart beat faster.
pugsley took advantage of the fact that there was a spot right in front of you. with his signature contented smile, he placed a folded piece of paper on the table in front of you.
eugene looked at you and back at him with a frown. you unfolded the paper and saw a note, paired with a really detailed drawing; the note said “you’re my favorite disaster”, and the drawing was two spiders together enclosed by a heart. the drawing was surprisingly detailed but with a shaky trace.
“thanks,” you smiled again.
when pugsley turned around, eugene also took an opportunity; “are you really gonna keep that?” he asked you about the drawing that pugsley just gave you.
“yeah, i think so,” you said shrugging.
“well, i’d give you way better gifts than that. did you know a single jar of honey can last you for 50 toasts? that's a delicious breakfast guaranteed every day for almost a month!”
you turned your head to him, tilting your head to the side, interested in what he was saying. “is that so?”
“yeah! i mean, it depends on how much honey you spread, but it’s around 50 to 70 toasts in just one jar. isn’t that amazing?” eugene smiled brightly, both because he was talking to you in a full conversation and because he was talking about something he enjoyed.
“well, in that case i could use a couple jars of honey, when you have them, of course.”
eugene smiled shyly and nodded, looking forward, trying to keep you from noticing the blush on his cheeks.
after your class, you headed towards your dorm. but before you could get there, a hand on your shoulder stopped you.
pugsley, of course.
“hi,” he said with a bright smile, without adding anything else.
“hey,” you answered, frowning in confusion. “do you need anything?”
“not much. just… i don't know, wanna hang out?”
“okay, yeah,” you nodded.
“did you talk a lot with eugene?” he asked, with a jealous undertone he thought you couldn’t hear.
“yeah, kinda. just the usual,” you responded naturally.
“next class you could sit with me. i have the best grades in orloff’s class,” he lied shamelessly.
“the best grades?” you laughed. that was exactly what he wanted.
“believe it or not, i do. and i can help you if you want me to. i mean, not that you need it! you’re like, the smartest person i know.”
you smiled softly. “i could use some of your help.”
pugsley’s smile widened more. “awesome! so… i’ll save you a seat in the next class, okay?” he said with slight nervousness.
“okay,” you nodded.
pugsley arrived at his dorm shared with eugene, he closed the door behind him and rested his back against it, sighing dreamily.
“what now?” eugene asked, annoyed, with an obvious jealous undertone.
“i’m sitting next to her in orloff’s next class,” pugsley gave him a smug smile.
eugene frowned. “what? no, you’re not! i sat with her!”
“well, i just talked to her and i’m sitting next to her.”
eugene sighed and shook his head. “that doesn’t mean anything, because she likes me, not you.”
“yeah, keep telling yourself that. she’s mine.”
“she’s mine!” eugene raised his voice.
“no, she’s mine!” pugsley clarified. “why would she want a nerdy bee boy over me?”
“why would she want a psycho like you?”
they both looked at each other. eugene sighed, he didn’t want to fight about this with him, they were still friends after all, and they both had the same chances with you; low.
“i’m sorry i said that. i didn’t mean it,” eugene backtracked.
“i’m sorry too. let’s not fight about this.”
“yeah, okay,” eugene nodded.
pugsley arrived at orloff's class much earlier than usual. he saved the spot perfectly for you, he even wiped the table with the sleeve of his uniform for it to be perfectly clean for you.
when you walked through the door, his face lit up. your hair was perfectly styled in a half-updo you always wore to class. he thought you looked beautiful with your hair combed like that. he’d imagine doing it for you every morning before class when he stayed up at night thinking about you.
you sat down next to him. he automatically kissed your cheek on an impulse. you looked at him, widening your eyes in confusion and surprise.
“sorry, that was weird, wasn’t it?” he regretted it when he saw your surprised expression.
“no— i mean, it’s okay, don’t worry.”
pugsley tried to change the subject. “did you do the homework he assigned?”
“he gave us homework?” you asked confused.
“yep,” he nodded.
you sighed. “well, i didn’t do it.”
pugsley quickly took his notebook from his backpack. “here. you can copy mine. i don’t care.”
“thanks,” you took the black notebook from his hand and opened it. his homework was done, yes, but it had sketches of spiders and dead flowers on the margins. you even saw your initial and his enclosed by a heart.
without the professor noticing, you copied his assignment and gave him his book back.
you two talked during the class, orloff called both of you out for that multiple times. eugene was at the table right behind you two, sitting with one of the new friends he made at the start of the semester. he rolled his eyes every time he heard you and pugsley talk non-stop while he was trying to listen to the professor.
eugene tore a piece off a sheet of paper, he wrote a note for you and tapped your elbow to pass it to you.
you unfolded the paper and read it; “lmk if u need any help :p”. his handwriting looked shaky, but you still smiled to yourself when you saw that. you wrote back; “alr, thx ♡”.
when you gave eugene the note back, he blushed intensely. maybe you didn’t think much of it when you drew that heart, but for him, it was the most honest signal of love ever.
the class had ended, you asked eugene for help once or twice, but pugsley offered his help too, even though he was learning at the same time he was trying to teach you.
when you were leaving the classroom, eugene intercepted you. “hey, do you have any plans for now?”
“no, actually. i was just heading to my dorm.”
“wanna hang out in the quad?” he gave you a soft smile, which you found really cute. you nodded, just following him to chat as you two walked.
you guys talked a lot, like the longest conversation you two ever had. you had more in common than you thought you did, and he talked more than you expected him to. he even seemed like an extrovert, he just needed someone to talk to and something to talk about.
you sat down at one of the wooden tables at the quad. he was getting closer to you, so close your shoulders brushed comfortably.
he tried to hold your hand, so he brushed it awkwardly with his at first. when he saw you smile, he got more confidence. he brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
you two just looked at each other for a couple seconds, not so uncomfortable anymore.
“i need to go to the hummers' shed… i’ll see you later, okay?” he stood up and gave you a soft smile. the only reason why he didn’t invite you to the hummers' shed was because he was too nervous to. getting so close to your face and touching your hair was a lot for him.
you were still sitting alone at the table, sketching in your notebook. until someone sat down next to you. pugsley, obviously. you could never be alone when two boys were head over heels for you and would do anything for you to give them your attention.
“what are you doing alone here?” pugsley tilted his head to the side, without even saying hi.
“nothing, just doing some sketches.”
“can i see?” pugsley smiled. you showed him some of your drawings, he thought they were a lot more detailed and pretty than his. “that’s awesome.”
enid's blog wasn't exaggerating, they really were crazy about you. and again, you chatted with him a lot. he was a really fun person to talk to, he had a lot to say and he was quite funny. you could see his devotion in his eyes, pure love and affection for you.
it was getting dark, so you headed to your dorm. before going in, pugsley kissed your cheek again.
you shared a dorm with agnes. when you got in, she gave you a note. “eugene told me to give you this.” how many notes were you gonna receive today?
you unfolded it, and read; “i wish i were the one to sweeten your mornings.”
you smiled to yourself, and placed the note on your nightstand, right next to the note that pugsley gave you a couple days ago.
“i’d love to see which of them you choose,” agnes added with a teasing smile.
you laughed under your breath and hit her shoulder playfully.
who are you choosing?
— pugsley! ( to be added . . . )
— eugene! ( to be added . . . )
Now
I'm just confused about my feelings.
I'm confused about them, it's supposed I love him and I only felt friendly for the other, I'm scarry because I don't want to confuse the person, I don't want to confuse my boy, I don't want to confuse my future husband and so to has been feeling really bad with myself.
Physically I'm not deceiving anyone, but mentally it feels that way. I don't want to hurt them, but I am... And so am I.
I feel very lonely.
"Cruel Summerween", by Heather Spellman
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ⭐️⭐️.5
When this book was offered to me I looked it up and the plot seemed promising even though there was clearly a love triangle trope front and center and I rarely enjoy those kind of stories. I should have listened to my instinct not because the book was bad, there were a lot of aspects of it that I liked, but as a romance it was rather boring and mainly because the two guys were incredibly cliché (one was the playboy kind of guy and the other was the broody type, they don’t go deeper than that) and the girl who stands between them was sooooo annoyingly indecisive that sometimes she was frustrating. There’s also the element of magic but instead of feeling that it made the plot move forward or backward or any direction at all, it was all about the vibes. Because the magic that was involved in the romance plot was way too subtle for me to be able to connect the dots or interpret the hidden messages at all.
The story is about a summerween holiday by the beach in which two families usually gather together under the same house but in this case it’s only the mothers and the children. There’s this widow with two sons dealing with grief and trying to figure out their lives without the father and there’s this business woman who is also a bit of a workaholic who takes her two daughters to this vacation while the father and husband stays home in charge of the family business. And one of the girls is attracted to the two boys, and they are all witches and warlocks (wizards?) and everything is very “Practical Magic” by the beach.
Because this is a beach read, the book is very honest about it, it is pure entertainment, except for the indecision in the main character that makes the romance plot unnecessarily slow. I adored the girl vibes though, the mothers, sisters and best friends dynamics and all the setting. Summer doesn’t usually go with Halloween but this new trend of jumping straight from spring to autumn, when many of us are in denial about the heat and the people on vacation (while we are on vacation ourselves) and we just want to dream about PSL and orange brownish leaves, has created a new niche of books to keep us company and making those autumn dreamsa plausible for us. A plus for this book is the pop culture references which add to the witchcore vibes. Who doesn’t want to drink margaritas in the patio with Stevie Nicks playing loud in the background?