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[chars4u]

TRIP AND FALL FOR YOU

Pairing: Eugene Ottinger x Fem!Reader

CW: Slow burn, mild teasing, light angst, eventual fluff, friends-to-lovers

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be patient with me

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You didn’t set out to make Eugene Ottinger your favorite target.

But on your first week at Nevermore Academy, you found him in the quad wearing oversized goggles, holding a jar of bees, and mumbling something about “hive harmony.” It was… weird. And you, still figuring out where you fit among the werewolves, sirens, and psychics, decided “weird” was safer to laugh at than understand.

So you made little digs. Nothing cruel — just comments, delivered with a smirk.

“Careful, Ottinger, one day those bees are gonna unionize and take you out.”

“Is this a club or a cult?”

“Do you talk to actual people, or just the bees?”

He never seemed to take offense. He’d just push his glasses up and say something equally bizarre in return, as if you’d just joined in on a joke only he fully understood.

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That all changed the day of the beekeeping mishap.

It was late autumn, the air sharp with the scent of damp leaves. You were crossing the courtyard when you heard a commotion near the hives. There was Eugene, flailing — not because of an attack, but because he’d dropped a whole frame of honeycomb onto his boot.

You couldn’t help yourself. “That’s one way to get stuck here.”

Instead of bristling, Eugene grinned. “Want to help me before my foot becomes part of the hive?”

You hesitated. And then, for reasons you couldn’t explain, you crouched down and pried the honeycomb off his boot. It was sticky, warm, and oddly heavy.

“Thanks,” he said, brushing himself off. “You’ve got a steady hand. Ever considered joining the club?”

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty sure bees and I wouldn’t mix.”

“They might surprise you.”

That was the first time he’d looked at you like you weren’t just some sarcastic voice in the background. And it was unsettling.

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Over the next few weeks, you found yourself lingering near the hives more often. Not to join, of course — just… watching.

Eugene had this bizarre way of talking to his bees, narrating their “daily gossip” like a soap opera. And you realized something: he wasn’t just eccentric. He was genuinely happy doing what he loved. In a place like Nevermore — where most people guarded themselves behind sharp edges and whispered alliances — that was rare.

One day, you even accepted his offer to help check the frames. The two of you worked in companionable silence, the hum of the bees filling the air. At one point, Eugene glanced at you and said, “You know, you’re not as scary as you try to be.”

You arched an eyebrow. “And you’re not as hopeless as you look.”

He laughed. “Progress.”

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By the time spring rolled around, you’d somehow become… friends.

You shared lunch on the quad sometimes. You partnered on the occasional group project. You even sat with him in the library during a particularly bad thunderstorm, distracting him from the noise with whispered commentary on other students’ fashion choices.

It wasn’t dramatic, but it was steady.

And then came summer break.

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When you returned to Nevermore in the fall, Eugene was… different.

Still Eugene — still bee-obsessed, still prone to tripping over nothing — but taller. Broader in the shoulders. His curls were a little longer, brushing the tops of his glasses, and his voice had settled into something warmer.

The first time you saw him was outside the hive shed. You almost didn’t recognize him.

“Hey,” he said, smiling like no time had passed at all.

Your brain, traitor that it was, noticed the way the sun caught in his hair. The way he’d filled out the sleeves of his sweater. The way your pulse skipped when his gaze lingered on you a fraction longer than usual.

“Hey,” you managed. “Did you… grow over the summer?”

He shrugged. “Maybe a little. Bees said it was about time.”

You laughed — maybe too quickly.

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From then on, things felt… different.

You’d be working together at the hives, and your arm would brush his — and you’d feel it. In class, you’d catch him leaning closer to explain something, his voice low, and it would send a shiver down your spine. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to nostalgia or the novelty of his growth spurt.

But then came the Poe Cup preparations.

You’d agreed — reluctantly — to help him with the beekeeping club’s float. It was supposed to be a quick job: decorate, add props, done. Instead, you ended up spending hours together in the workshop, covered in glitter and honey.

At one point, you climbed a ladder to adjust the “Queen Bee” sign. You felt it wobble under you, but before you could steady yourself, Eugene’s hands were at your waist, steadying you.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer than usual.

You looked down at him — those warm brown eyes, the faint flush on his cheeks — and your heart stuttered.

“Yeah,” you said, a little too quickly.

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That night, lying in bed, you admitted the truth to yourself: you’d fallen for him.

The realization was terrifying. This was Eugene Ottinger — the boy you’d once teased for talking to insects, the one person at Nevermore who’d never treated you with suspicion or guarded politeness. You didn’t want to ruin that.

But the way he was looking at you lately… maybe he felt it too.

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The moment that nearly broke your resolve came after the Poe Cup race. Your team hadn’t won, but the beekeeping float had survived the whole course without tipping — a first. Eugene was buzzing (figuratively and literally), grinning ear to ear as he handed you a cup of cider.

“You were awesome out there,” he said. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You laughed. “You’d have been fine. You’ve got your army of winged minions.”

He tilted his head, studying you. “Yeah, but… I like having you around anyway.”

Something about the way he said it — like it was the most natural thing in the world — made your heart feel too big for your chest.

You didn’t say anything right then. You just sipped your cider, trying not to let him see how much you were smiling.

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It was a slow burn, still smoldering. But in the quiet moments — brushing past him in the hallway, laughing together over something no one else would understand, watching him work in the golden hum of the hives — you knew gravity had finally caught you.

And you weren’t in any hurry to get back up.

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A/n:should i write part 2?

[chars4u]

HONEY AND STINGS

Pairing: eugene otinger x fem!reader

Cw:angst to fluff,arguing,nothing else really i think

A/n:english isn’t my first language,draft so i decided to post the bruno one and eugene one at the same time

You’d started dating Eugene Otinger before the world decided to notice him.

Back then, he was just Eugene—bee-obsessed, hair always sticking up in three different directions, oversized hoodie sleeves half-covering his hands. The kind of boy who got shy about holding yours in public, but would text you pictures of his bees at 2 a.m. with captions like look how fuzzy.

Then summer happened.

When you saw him again at the start of the new year at Nevermore, you almost walked past his dorm thinking it was someone else’s. His curls had been tamed into something deliberate. He was taller—when did that happen?—and his hoodies had been replaced with clothes that actually fit him. He still had the same eyes, though, warm brown and just as easy to get lost in.

You knocked, and when he opened the door, the way his face lit up made your heart flip. “You’re here.”

The hug was longer than it needed to be. You didn’t mind.

You ended up walking together to the Hive, his little bee sanctuary tucked behind the main building. That’s when you noticed Pugsley Addams trailing after you both, chattering about something you half-tuned out.

Eugene didn’t roll his eyes exactly, but there was a sharpness to the way he answered. A clipped “Yeah, whatever” when Pugsley pointed out a weird-shaped hive. Not outright rude, but definitely not the Eugene you remembered.

At the Hive, you let it go. Bees were his safe space. You figured maybe he was just in a mood. But as days passed, you kept noticing it—the way he was short with Pugsley, brushing him off, a subtle edge in his tone.

Finally, you asked.

You were sitting together on your bed, his leg pressed against yours. “Eugene… what’s going on with you and Pugsley?”

His jaw tightened. “It’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.”

He shrugged, eyes flicking away. “You wouldn’t get it.”

Something in you bristled. “Try me.”

“I said it’s nothing, okay?” His voice was sharper now, and for a second, you almost didn’t recognize it.

The argument spiraled from there—accusations about him changing, his defensiveness slamming against your frustration. You hated the way your voice cracked when you finally said, “If you’re gonna keep shutting me out, then just leave.”

He hesitated. You didn’t. You opened the door.

When it closed behind him, the dorm felt too quiet. You lay back, staring at the ceiling, torn between anger and that hollow ache you only got when it was him.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock. Soft. Hesitant.

You opened it to find Eugene leaning against the frame, hands shoved deep in his pockets, looking like a kid who’d just been told off.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I was a jerk. To Pugsley. To you. I just… after the glow-up thing, people started treating me differently. Pugsley still treats me like I’m the awkward kid with bees, and I don’t know why I let that get to me. But I did. And I took it out on him. And you.”

His eyes were glassy, and you hated that it made your chest ache.

You sighed, stepping aside. “Come in.”

The second the door closed, he wrapped his arms around you. No hesitation this time. “Don’t kick me out again,” he murmured into your hair.

You rolled your eyes, but your arms tightened around him anyway. “Then don’t make me.”

And in the quiet hum of that moment, with his heartbeat steady against yours, you knew—glow-up or not, he was still your Eugene.

[chars4u]

AFTER THE SILENCE

Pairing: bruno yuson x fem!reader

cw: angsty to fluff, nothing else really

a/n: i needed to take matters into my own hands

You used to know every shade of Bruno Yuson’s smile.

The lazy one he wore on rainy days when you’d both be curled up in his room sharing headphones. The sharp, mischievous one he flashed before roping you into some stupid dare. And the quiet one—your favorite—that was just for you.

But that was before Enid Sinclair.

It wasn’t her fault, not really. She was sunshine and glitter and noise, and Bruno seemed to need all of it. One day you were best friends, the next you were… someone he waved to in the hallway, maybe. If he remembered. You stopped going to your usual hangout spot because the space between you felt heavier than the walls.

You tried not to care. You told yourself people drift, and maybe he was just meant to be part of your “before.” Still, you caught yourself watching him sometimes—laughing at something Enid said, leaning into her touch. A part of you ached for the version of him who looked for you first in a crowd.

Weeks turned into months. The hurt dulled, but it never really went away.

Until tonight.

The knock comes late, almost midnight. You’re halfway through debating whether it’s worth getting out of bed when you hear it again—sharper this time. You open the door and there he is.

Bruno Yuson, hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped, eyes red in a way that has nothing to do with sleep.

“She dumped me,” he says. No greeting. No explanation. Just those three words, cracked and raw.

You blink. “Enid?”

He nods once. “For Ajax. Or Wednesday. Or both. I don’t even know anymore.” His laugh is hollow, breaking in the middle. “Guess I wasn’t enough.”

You hate the way his voice trembles. Hate that somewhere deep down, the part of you still hurting almost wants to say now you know how it feels. But you don’t. Instead, you step aside and let him in.

The room is quiet except for the soft hum of your lamp. He sits on the edge of your bed like he’s afraid it might disappear under him.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he admits. “I know I’ve been… I know I wasn’t there for you. I just—” He cuts himself off, biting his lip like he’s afraid the rest will ruin him.

You sit beside him, not too close, not yet. “You hurt me,” you say plainly.

“I know.” His eyes find yours, desperate. “And I’m sorry. I was so caught up in her, I didn’t see I was losing you.”

You let the silence stretch for a beat. Then, quietly, you say, “I missed you, Bruno.”

His breath hitches. And that’s all it takes for the dam to break. He leans into you like gravity finally remembered your name, and you wrap your arms around him before he can fall any further.

His hoodie smells like rain and something familiar you can’t name. His voice is small against your shoulder. “Don’t let me screw this up again.”

You squeeze him tighter. “Then don’t.”

For a long time, neither of you moves. And in that stillness, you realize—maybe you’re not just part of his “before” anymore. Maybe you’re his after, too.

[chars4u]

Soo where the fics abt ajax

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I NEED FICS ABT BRUNO YUSON

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Where the fics abt eugene

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I need fics abt tyler🙏

[chars4u]

Where are fanfictions of my man jamal

[chars4u]

Where are the fanfics about ma man gyeong-su 🙏

[chars4u]

CHOI SU-BONG X FEM!READER(pink is reader,purple is thanos and red is the robot

The last thing I expected was to see him here.

The room buzzed with nervous energy—hundreds of players, all dressed in matching green tracksuits, shifting anxiously under the cold fluorescent lights. Some whispered, some prayed, and others sat in stunned silence, still processing what they had gotten themselves into.I had barely wrapped my head around my own situation when a deep, familiar voice cut through the noise.

“Señsorita?”

My stomach dropped.I turned slowly, already knowing who I would see. And there he was—Thanos.His towering frame loomed over the others, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. He looked… different. His face was sharper, his body leaner, but the biggest change wasn’t physical. It was in his eyes.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of our past hung between us, heavy and unspoken.Then he took a step closer.“Thanos,” I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt.His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, wasn’t quite a smile. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.” “Same,” I admitted, crossing my arms. “Though I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. You always did have a habit of making reckless choices.”His smirk faded. “And you always had a habit of walking away.”A sharp pang of anger stabbed through me. “I didn’t walk away. You pushed me away. You and those drugs.”Silence. A flicker of something guilt, maybe crossed his face. But before he could respond, a robotic voice crackled through the speakers.“Players, prepare for the first game.”

Our conversation was over. For now.

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The first game started, the air was filled with screams.People dropped one by one, their bodies hitting the ground with sickening thuds. I forced myself to block it out, to focus on moving when the doll’s head was turned away.I had almost fallen near the finish line when I felt someone grab my waist to steady me.

Thanos.

His grip was firm but not forceful. His eyes darted around, scanning for danger before locking onto mine.“Stay close to me, señorita,” he murmured.It was the way he said it like a promise, like a plea that made my heart clench. I hated that part of me still responded to him.Against my better judgment, I nodded.And together, we made it across.

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The announcement of the next game sent a wave of murmurs through the players.“Pair up into a group of 5”I barely had time to react before a strong hand wrapped around my wrist.“You’re with me,” Thanos said firmly. It wasn’t a question.I should have said no. I should have found someone else. But deep down, I knew I didn’t want to face this game with anyone but him.“Fine,” I muttered.We found 3 other players to play it with(se-mi,nam-gyu and min-su)(sorry gyeong-su)“I’ll play gonggi” “Sure señorita”

____________________________________ “Mingle” sounded innocent enough—until we realized it was a social elimination game. Alliances were being made left and right.

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Tensions were high. Fights broke out. And then came the worst part—the bathroom fight.Player 333 had a fork,Thanos twisted at the last second. The fork sank into his shoulder instead of his neck. A guttural snarl tore from his throat as he elbowed his attacker, sending them sprawling. Blood soaked his tracksuit, but he didn’t stop moving.I didn’t even know what was happening until the robotic voice started announcing eliminated players in the fight.I froze hoping that thanos was okay.Then i saw him run…Straight to me.I barely had time to register the pain in his face before he grabbed my wrist, his blood smearing onto my skin.gripping his arm to steady him. “You’re bleeding.” “Not the first time,” he muttered. “Won’t be the last.”But despite his words, despite his usual bravado, he didn’t let go of me.

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That night, after everything had calmed down, I found him sitting on one of the bunk beds, pressing a makeshift bandage from my jacket to his wound I sat beside him without a word.For a long time, we just sat there, the silence stretching between us. Then, finally, I spoke.“You almost died today.”He let out a slow breath. “Yeah.”I turned to face him fully. “Why did you run to me?”He met my gaze, and for once, there was no arrogance, no deflection. Just honesty.“Because you’re the only thing that still matters,” he admitted. “Even after everything. Even after I screwed up.”My heart twisted. “Thanos…”He reached for my hand, his fingers brushing over mine. “I’m not asking for forgiveness, señorita. Just… let me keep you safe.”I should have walked away. I should have said no.But instead, I squeezed his hand. ”You always were an idiot,” I murmured. He chuckled, then winced. “Yeah. But I’m your idiot.” And for the first time since this nightmare started, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—we could survive this.

Together.

[chars4u]

I swear even tho i can’t write a single story im gonna write fanfics about my man BECAUSE HE IS UNDERRATED😔🛐

[chars4u]

I NEED SOME FANFICS ABOUT MY MAN😔