Hello~! Anon who asked what the limit is here! I was hoping for some EugeneXReader fluff/angst/misc! (sorry thats so many lol). maybe when they are on patrol, or maybe even at the SZ idk. its up to you! The starters id love to use are "Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?" "Maybe."; "Is that blood?" "...No?" ; and "I think im in love with you." I know it might be a little tricky, sorry!!! tysm for ur time! *huggles*
Warnings: Panic attack scene, angst
You wandered the halls of the school with Eugene. It was getting a bit late, so you wanted to wrap up this night patrol and get to sleep. As much as you did love spending time with your crush, you were at a point where you weren’t sure what you two were at all. And honestly? You were too afraid to ask. So, the two of you leisurely strolled down the hall. Your eyes droopy from exhaustion, you nodded along to his jokes. You yawned when he suddenly stopped.
“Y/N, did you hear that?” He whispered. His tone had changed from goofing around to incredibly serious. However, it went unnoticed due to your sleep-deprived based delirium.
“Hear what?” You groaned, stretching your arms out. Eugene’s attention snapped behind him. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the nearest room. He looked around for a decent place to hide when he realized he had rushed into a bathroom. The blond cursed under his breath before shoving you into a stall and clamoring into the next one over.
“Stand on the toilet and lock the door,” he whispered. You were slightly more alert at this point, and followed his instructions.
“Are you okay?” You whispered, peering over the top of the stall to look at him. He was shorter than you by a mere two inches, so you did actually have to look down at him a little. Then, instead of answering, Eugene put his finger to his lips to shush you. A few minutes of silence passed.
“We’re good,” Eugene said, hopping down off of the toilet. You were about to follow suit when your foot slipped and landed in the bowl. Thankfully, nothing was in it aside from clear water. However, it was still nasty.
“Did you seriously get your foot stuck in a toilet?” He teased as you tried to pull your foot out. After a couple of tugs, you triumphantly freed yourself.
“Maybe.” You replied as you walked out of your stall like nothing had happened. You poked your head out through the door, scanning the hallway for zombies. You saw nothing, and beckoned for Eugene to come out. The two of you strolled through the hall back up to where the classrooms were. You were both as silent as you could possibly be. Eventually, you passed an open room you didn’t recognize. It looked awfully grotesque.
“Is that blood…?” you asked, referring to the dark substance splattered across the walls. You were starting to feel sick to your stomach.
“No,” Eugene said, nudging you forward. He didn’t want you to see that longer than you had to. He could tell how nervous the sight made you. As you walked away, images of your parents flashed through your brain. You stopped in the hallway, frozen. Eugene was calling your name, but his voice was drowned out by your heartbeat. It had been awhile since you had these thoughts, but you became incredibly anxious. What happened to your family? Your pets and siblings? What about your friends from school and the neighborhood? You were so deep in panic, you didn’t notice you had crumpled to the floor. What brought you back to the present was Eugene’s arms wrapping around you. He held you against his chest, letting you ride out your emotions. After a few minutes, your breathing slowed, and you could see again. You were leaning against Eugene in the middle of a hallway. You turned to look at him. He had a soft look in his eyes that you were unfamiliar with.
“You feeling any better?” He asked. You wiped your eyes and nodded. What a horrible feeling. You leaned into Eugene, wanting to stay comfortable like that for as long for as long as you could. Eventually, he pulled away from you.
“We should get going, yeah?” You nodded in response. He stood up first before holding his hand out. You reached for it, letting him hoist you up. Eugene gave you a soft smile before shoving his hands into his pockets. He strolled down the hallway, not waiting for you to catch up. You felt cold without his arms around you. Empty, almost. You awkwardly jogged to catch up with him. The two of you were silent on the trip back to the classrooms.
After having met in 1C with the others, you all disbanded to get some rest. Eugene hadn’t said much to you during the meeting. You paused on your way to your room, turning to steal a glance at him. His door slid shut as you did so. You sighed and walked to your classroom.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” Ethan called. You bid him goodnight. You stopped in front of your door. The events from earlier briefly played through your mind, as if it were a movie on a screen. You turned around and trudged over to Eugene’s room, only giving yourself about 3.07 seconds to think this decision through. The door slid open after a couple of knocks.
“Why have you been ignoring me?” You asked, not even giving Eugene a chance to say anything first. He stared at you blankly.
“Why? Have? You? Been? Ignoring? Me? It’s a simple question.” Eugene scratched the back of his neck and looked to the floor.
“I haven’t been ignoring you.”
“Bullshit. Ever since I had my…incident…you’ve been avoiding me. You’ve barely said a word to me.“ Your eyes stung with tears. "Why?” Eugene’s gaze fell back on you.
“It was hard. Seeing you in such a state of panic and hopelessness. I couldn’t do anything to help you, Y/N. I wanted to protect you. But there was nothing I could do. It…it just sucked, yknow?” He wiped his face, avoiding eye contact at this point. Your demeanor softened. You stepped closer and took Eugene in your arms.
“No, you shouldn’t be apologizing. I shouldn’t have been a jerk. You needed me and I just abandoned you.” There was silence after that. The two of you just stood in the doorway hugging each other. After about five minutes, you had a realization. Your head was buried in the crook of his neck.
“I think I’m in love with you…” you mumbled.
“What?” Eugene was shocked. He wasn’t sure if he heard you right or if it was just his imagination. You pulled away from the embrace to look at him.
“I think I’m in love with you."
