hi cutie... its me AGAIN..
i just wanted to make a requestt.. 💞💞 of like eugene x reader where eugene is bewitched when he saw reader 😎😎. & then he starts to give out gifts like little honey jars to reader to get their attention , and then they become friends 🥳🥳!! & then another more weeks past eugene confesses 🥳🥳🥳💞💞.
omg this request is so long im humiliated sorry for wasting your time omg omg pls dont skin me alive 💔💔
Warnings: Eugene X Fem!Readers, 1,4k words, it's kinda failed but I hope you like it.
It was the start of a new semester at Nevermore. Your very first day. After years of attending a normie school, your parents had finally decided to send you to an outcast academy, Nevermore Academy. Since they had moved to Jericho, it would be easier for them to visit you every weekend.
As you walked through the gates, across the Quad, down the hallway, and up the stairs, you eventually found yourself standing in your dorm room. It was a little dusty, and the right side of the room clearly belonged to your roommate, though she wasn’t there yet. Maybe off somewhere else on campus. You turned to your parents, only to notice Professor Capri waiting with them.
“Welcome to Nevermore. This is your dorm, Puck Hall! And since you’re a siren, I have a little gift for you.” Professor Capri handed you a small red velvet box. When you opened it, you found a necklace similar to Bianca’s that protected sirens from accidentally manipulating others with their voices.
“It’s a winged scarab pendant,” Professor Capri explained. “It will help you control your power. I’m sorry your roommate isn’t here, but don’t worry, I’ll take you around and introduce you to a few people.”
You slipped the necklace on, but unlike Bianca, you tucked it beneath your clothes. It didn’t match your outfit, and honestly, you thought it ruined the look. Your parents gave you a quick nod before asking to leave, they wanted to walk around Jericho and reminisce about their own Nevermore days. You sighed, drew a deep breath, and followed Professor Capri out of the room.
As she explained the history and halls of Nevermore, you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that someone was watching you. You glanced around, but saw nothing suspicious. Maybe it was just your imagination—this was an outcast school, after all. Strange was normal here.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Professor Capri asked suddenly.
You startled. “Oh—sorry, Professor. I’m just used to keeping quiet. But maybe with this necklace… I can finally say what I want.”
Her eyes softened. “It’s alright, little one. It’s only your first day.”
That night, when you returned to your dorm, your roommate was finally there. She walked up to you immediately.
“Oh my God, you must be the new student! Sorry I didn’t show you around earlier! I was hanging out with the other sirens.”
You looked her up and down before answering.
“So you’re Divina? It’s fine, I’ve been with Professor Capri. Pretty sure I’ve already mastered Nevermore by now.”
You set your bag on your bed, but noticed a few pretty yellow hairpins and a ribbon laid neatly on your desk. Turning to Divina, you asked, “Are these yours?”
Divina blinked. “Nope. Why would I put my stuff on your side? I thought they were yours.”
“They’re not…” You frowned. “Then who?”
“Probably a gift. Someone must’ve left them while you were gone.”
You blinked, then shrugged. “Huh. Makes sense.”
The next morning, after getting ready for the day, you noticed a couple of cute keychains clipped onto your bag. You looked around for any sign someone had entered your room, but found nothing unusual.
Instead of worrying, you shrugged. They were adorable, so you kept them.
By now, you had made a few friends, especially among the sirens. Bianca had even told you that you felt like a sister to her already.
When you reached for your bag, you found a letter tied with a yellow ribbon. You opened it as Divina leaned over curiously.
“Who’s that from? Your boyfriend?” she teased.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been here for, what, seventy-five hours? And you think I already have a boyfriend?”
“Who knows.” She bumped your shoulder playfully.
You rolled your eyes and read the letter:
“Hi, welcome to Nevermore. I hope you’re enjoying it here. I really want to know you better, ever since you walked to Nevermore, you're already caught my eyes, I deeply wanted to approach you but I don’t know how. So I thought giving you little gifts might help me get closer to you. Have a nice day, gorgeous.
Bianca frowned. “G? Never heard of anyone here with a name starting with G. Looks like you already have a secret admirer.”
You folded the letter and tucked it away.
At 3 AM, you were still awake, determined to catch whoever kept sneaking gifts into your dorm. But the hours dragged on, and nothing happened. Across the room, Divina was sleeping soundly, clutching her pillow, ironically one with Yoko’s face on it.
By 3:30, your eyes burned with exhaustion. Your head kept drooping before you snapped awake again, stubbornly on guard.
But by 3:45, you couldn’t take it anymore. You slumped over, dead sleep.
When Divina shook you awake in the morning, sunlight already spilled through the window.
“Oh crap! I missed it! I fell asleep!” You buried your face in your hands.
That’s when you felt something on your wrist, a delicate bracelet.
“Great. Now a bracelet,” you groaned. “What’s next?”
“Wait—did you actually stay up all night?” Divina asked, wide-eyed.
“I tried. And failed. Whoever this admirer is… they’re good.”
By now, you had a growing collection. That morning, when you opened your closet, you found a shirt you didn’t recognize. It had a small letter “N” stitched on the chest. You assumed it just stood for “Nevermore” and didn’t think much of it.
This time, the gift was… a jar full of honeybees. On the lid, you spotted an initial: E.
Your brain finally clicked. You rushed back to your dorm and laid out all the gifts—the hairpins, the keychains, the letter, the bracelet, the shirt, and now, the jar of bees.
“For heaven’s sake,” you muttered, “how did I not notice this before?”
You rearranged the letters until the name appeared.
You decided to wear every gift at once: the yellow hairpins in your hair, the shirt, the bracelet on your right wrist, and the ribbon tied neatly by Divina.
“Wow,” she said, “you look stunning. Your secret admirer has good taste.”
You wandered to the lake, where Pugsley usually fished with his grenades, but today it was empty. Sitting by the water’s edge, you swung your feet, enjoying the quiet until you heard the crunch of leaves behind you.
“You look good in all of that,” a voice said.
“So you’ve been stalking me for a whole week?”
His face turned crimson. Hands flailed as he stammered, “No! I mean—yes! I mean—no! Not stalking, just… friendly? Gift-giving? Bee-friendship?”
“Actually, I sent my bees to deliver the gifts,” he admitted, words tumbling over each other. “I didn’t know how else to approach you. I thought… little gifts might get your attention.”
You sighed but smiled, stepping closer. “Well, it worked. Your little riddle was interesting.”
His grin widened. “Really? Yes! I, uh… learned it from Wednesday.”
“Oh, I’ve heard plenty about her. That explains a lot.”
And that was the beginning. Slowly, carefully, the two of you grew closer. You’d sit with him in the quad while he rambled about bees, or help him carry jars back to his hummershed. You realized you preferred his company over most of the sirens. His endless chatter about bugs even his complaints about Pugsley eating his bees was oddly… cute.
Weeks passed, and his crush grew heavier, harder to hide. Every time you smiled, every time your hands brushed, he wanted to say it. But the words stuck.
You sat together under the trees, fireflies glowing all around. Eugene was explaining the difference between two bee species when the words slipped out:
He froze. “I—I meant the bees! I really like bees! Obviously. Bees.” His voice cracked, and he wished the earth would swallow him whole.
But you just tilted your head, a smile tugging at your lips.
“You’re a terrible liar, Eugene.”
His face burned. “So… you heard me?”
“Every word.” You leaned closer, voice soft. “Good thing I like you too.”
For a moment, he just gaped, brain short-circuiting. Then a grin spread so wide it nearly hurt. He couldn’t speak, only laughed nervously, fumbling with his jacket zipper.
When you reached over and took his hand, steadying his restless fingers, Eugene thought he might actually float off the ground from pure happiness.
From bees, to honey jars, to confessions, turns out, it was the sweetest plan he’d ever made.
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