#Finlay MacMillan x reader

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Habit ~ E.O.

A/n: This felt the way eating something for the first time in a longen time when you are it a lot as a kid? Does that make sense? Idk I just love it

Request: “...Enoch O’Connor x Male I beg of thee” by anon

Word count: 2200+

MASTERLIST

Jake was the most annoying person Y/n had ever met.

The problem with a boy shaking the very core of the way Miss Peregrine's Home worked, is that there was a set routine. Not just the same day, every day. Not just the same clothes. Not just the same activities and expectations, but also the same people. The same dynamics. Everything was clear and simple and predictable - as it was supposed to be. It was Enoch and Horace and Olive and Fiona and Claire and Emma and Millard and Bronwyn and Hugh and the twins and Y/n. They all had their chores, their meals, and their rooms. Wake up, do the exact same thing, reset the day, go to bed.

In some ways, Jake changing everything was nice. Emma was happier with him, and they were safer now. They'd always be safe now. Miss Peregrine didn't have to deal with her imperfect day, and they had lots of new friends.

Change was hard though, and unpredictable. Emma and Jake, and then Fiona and Hugh. And then suddenly everyone was a lot less okay with Enoch and Y/n pining for each other but never doing anything about it.

Enoch and Y/n had always been like this. They avoided each other despite everything, somehow having pulled it off for decades straight now. Anytime they did talk, the room seemed to go still. They were insatiable, starving for each other. Every look was too long, and yet too short. Every conversation saturated with so much emotion neither boy could handle it.

Being a teenager was hard.

But for decades, everyone had left it alone. At some point the distance and awkwardness and desperate yearning had become a part of the routine. Wake up, do what you did everyday, glance over the way Y/n's breath caught, a smile tugging to his face when Enoch brought something to life, ignore the way Enoch's eyes lingered when Y/n began to chat with a bird or squirrel or worm.

Even Fiona was good at it, and she was Y/n's sister. They had always been far more concerned with their own relationship as siblings. Two halves of one whole - a plant gift and an animal gift. Flora and fauna.

But now she was busy with her own crush, and without her there to fill Y/n's time, it was more and more obvious how ridiculously in love he was. Olive had met a girl in the other loop they'd joined who had wings, and the two had been having a ball flying around together - which meant Enoch was more available than normal as well.

Of course they ended up in the same space more often than they usually did.

The new kids weren't used to the pining. It wasn't routine, they hadn't learned to ignore it. And the more they pointed out that the way Enoch and Y/n acted wasn't a just-friends-and-family feelings kind of situation, the more the other kids acknowledged it too. Suddenly everyone was looking at the boys expectantly, and with all those eyes on them... it was hard to ignore their own situation even more.

This was especially hard on Y/n. He had always known he wasn't going to end up with some epic love like in the books. Even before the loop, everyone had marked him as insane and weird. His little sister could make flowers grow in the palm of her hand, and her older brother knew all the town secrets because the pets could talk to him. But after the loop? The options were so limited and he was gay - it wasn't going to happen. No way in hell that with one person he could even possibly end up with, who he liked, liked him back. That sort of thing was difficult to find even with several options. But one?

Not to mentioned he hadn't really come to terms with the fact that he wasn't straight. Everyone knew he was into Enoch, but outside of that they had no idea what was going on with his sexuality. He'd never opened up about it, and flat out denied anytime someone had asked. Even Fiona had nothing to offer in terms of information - he hadn't told her anything either. Which was weird, because they knew a lot about each other. She was his confidante.

He'd never even admitted it to himself.

That wasn't good enough for Leroy and Sofie though. They were two of the kids from the other loop, and they were determined to play match maker between the two boys. It was how a harmless game night had gone so terribly wrong. They had convinced Jake to talk about all the silly, immature party games he had heard of and to "experience the culture they were missing out on" all the kids from both loops had been dragged into several different rounds of truth and dare and spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Nothing happened for most of the people, who only fist bumped or took the opportunity to info dump in a space where the other person had no option to listen.

And then Enoch and Y/n got picked.

For the first ten minutes, both boys were completely composed. But Enoch had a very good understanding of time and as more than seven minutes passed, he grew agitated. "It's been long enough, let us out," he called.

When all that came back from the other side was giggling, Y/n got irritated too. Being this close to Enoch was bad enough without there being a foreseeable end in sight. "Guys. Guys!"

"Talk about your feelings!" Sofie called back, and a dozen pairs of feet could be heard on the stairs, leaving Enoch and Y/n. In a closet. Locked for who knows how long. Alone in an entire room, in the basement.

Miss Peregrine would put it together and come and get them before dinner, but... even that was a long way away.

It was quiet a long time, but eventually even Enoch couldn't handle it. He broke first.

"Are we just going to wait for Miss Peregrine?"

Y/n shrugged. "They all left, so... It's not like even if I did anything here they'd let us out."

"Did anything?" Enoch scoffed. "Did what exactly."

"I don't know," Y/n snapped. Both boys were rather hot headed and tended to interact with each other through biting remarks and snarky banter. These snippy words were familiar to them.

Enoch rolled his eyes. "I'm not just going to sit here that whole time. At least tell me what they think we need to share feelings about?"

Y/n shrugged. "Beats me."

Another king quiet and then Enoch seemed to soften. He had changed a lot since Jake too. He had been so defensive of Emma before, but now he saw the flaw in that. Emma and Jake were happy, and more than anything he... envied them. He wanted that. And he had wasted enough time keeping himself from it. If Emma could open her heart to getting broke to risk love and succeed... maybe he could too. "Y/n."

"What?" He was gorgeous. That withering look and unwavering attitude. Enoch loved that he could always keep up, matching any sass off or sarcastic comment. Often beating Enoch at what he had always considered as his own private game. A game he never lost at... until Y/n. Y/n who found his homunculus fascinating instead of disturbing and never scared at even the worst of Enoch's attempts. Y/n who was so awkward and brash with people, but so gentle and calm and caring toward animals. Y/n, who was his best self out in the woods with no shoes on and a smile on his face as he closed his eyes and listened to the wind through the trees, the birds singing, the bugs buzzing...

"Do you want to play Twenty Questions?" It was another of Jake's silly games. They had planned to play it after Seven Minutes in Heaven but, well, now they were locked in a closet.

Y/n shot him a withering look, cocking an eyebrow. "No."

Enoch's lips almost twitched into a smile. "Come on. Since when are you more of a buzz kill than I am?"

Y/n sighed. "Fine. Whatever." He looked at Enoch again and couldn't help but soften. They were both like this. Hard to touch, impossible to get close to. Rough and snappy. Except for those select few. For Enoch, it was the girls. Fiona and Claire had it the easiest; Olive had to work for it; Emma had gotten under his skin after Abe. For Y/n, there was no one who had worked their way into his good graces as well as Enoch had. He of course had softness for the kids, always taking to children who needed someone to have their back - even if they wouldn't admit it - but Enoch was still special. He always was.

Enoch swallowed a smile, matching Y/n's casual energy. They both leaned against the wall, Y/n crossing his arms over his chest and Enoch slipping his hands in his pocket. "You go first," Enoch encouraged. There was something playing in his eyes, so bright it shone even in the low lighting.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure. "Okay... what's your favorite color?" It was a dumb question - he already knew - which meant that if Y/n wasn't going to try neither was Enoch.

"Triangle." He smirked, then leaned forward. "Do you like men?"

There was a long silence in the closet. It felt... horribly fitting. Suffocatingly on point. "Why do you ask?"

"That's not an answer," he shot back.

Y/n's face burned. "That's a dumb question! You've never cared once in our decades of friendship and now you do? Why?"

"Because of Jake." Y/n almost began going off about how annoying Jake was, but Enoch cut him off. "I thought everything was set in stone. He were the group we'd always been. Abe proved it to me. We can get smaller, but never bigger. But then Jake came along and left behind everything for Emma. And I realized, maybe that's what love is. Maybe it's giving up what was for what could be. Because it's worth it. And if I made a leap like that, I won't even have to give anything up. All I have to do is take the first step."

His voice was so soothing, but his words were like shots of ice through Y/n's veins. It was a startling contrast. "Enoch..." He frowned, pursing his lips. He couldn't look at the other boy. "What would you do if I asked you that? You can't expect me to-"

"I do. I like men."

Y/n's jaw dropped. He snapped it closed after a beat, eyes trained on Enoch. The other boy seemed... excited. Genuinely. "And you're telling me this... for a reason. I assume?" Enoch just nodded. He wasn't just excited; he was nervous too. To be fair, so was Y/n. "Because you like me?" He asked, even more softly.

Enoch hesitated. Then nodded. "I... have. For a long time."

Y/n sighed, head falling back against the wall. A part of him wanted to argue, wanted to fight it. Wanted to stick his head in the sand.

But a much larger part of him knew that this had been coming for a long time.

“I thought when I told you I was into men it would be scarier.” Enoch laughed at Y/n’s confession, and it was only a split second before Y/n joined him. It was completely bizarre and borderline ridiculous. They’d been denying their feelings so long it had become habit. First out of hesitation. You never know exactly how someone would react to something. And then it was friendship. They were so close, and they’d gotten into a pattern of thought. They were only friends - nothing else was possible. But as everything around them changed, pattern had no room in their life anymore. So habit had taken over.

And now…

Y/n rested his head on Enoch’s shoulder, hesitantly taking his hand. Enoch sighed, squeezing back. Reassuring him.

“I like you specifically,” Y/n piped up.

Enoch’s smile was small as he tried to fight it, but the blush across his cheeks gave him away. “I like you too.” Y/n chuckled again, and Enoch echoed him. Like their energy was bouncing off of each other, growing. Becoming simply by the existence of the other.

“I don’t want our first kiss to be in here,” Enoch sighed. The closet was too much a metaphor, but even more-

“I don’t like that everyone’s forced so much onto us,” Y/n agreed. “Thank god they did, but-“

Enoch huffed with amusement. “But I don’t want them to have everything. Some things are just for you and me?” Y/n nodded and Enoch smiled, leaning close and pressing his lips to Y/n’s forehead. Y/n sighed, content. They stayed like that until the close door was opened, several pairs of curious eyes staring in at them.

“Are you together now?”

Y/n and Enoch exchanged looks and then scrambled to their feet, both shouldering the door open and slipping out. Everyone was laughing - even the ones who tried desperately to lock the pair back in the room.

And so the boys were out of the closet.

They took each others’ hand again when they settled onto the couch together, an everyone had to agree: that could be enough.

[stanzo75]

Scraped knees □

Background: y/n is hard of seeing, her peculiarity involves bioluminescent and partially acidic tears that over the years have worn down her eyes, although from a young age she could wipe the tears before they ran down her face, her eyes couldn't be saved and are mostly just white. The white eyes made it harder for enoch to trust her when he arrived in the loop, and he still doesn't quite seem to like her despite her attempts to earn his friendship.

Guys I'm sorry if this sucks, I'm rusty! This is my first attempt at writing since 2021 so I really hope it is at least decent!! I also have NOT proofread this.

"HEY! watch it!,"

a sharp, bitter tone snaps.

As you stumble back, you look down to see a blurry dark figure on the ground sitting against a tree.

"OH! Im so sorry-" you say quickly as you recognize the figure of enoch o'connor, the one peculiar in this loop who hasn't seemed to accept you yet.

You can't quite see his face, but you can faintly make out the scowl he's giving you. Claire's voice can be heard from nearby behind you, sounding to be getting closer with each word,

"y/n! We're over here! Come play." Suddenly claire is next to you, grabbing your hand and helping lead you away from the brooding boy.

Claire and bronwyn had invited you outside to the garden to play with them, they loved playing imaginary games, pretending to be princesses or mermaids or knights, and you were always their favorite person to play with, as Emma was always with Jake and olive preferred staying inside. They never made you feel like you were a burden, given your poor eyesight, every day for an hour or two after lunch you'd be outside in the garden with them having imaginary battles or pretend tea parties, and it always made your day. Especially on the days that enoch wouldn't hold his tongue around you.

"I found her! She almost ran into enoch!" Claire says as they reach bronwyn, letting go of your hand and bouncing over to sit next to her.

You follow, taking careful steps and sitting in a circle with the two younger girls.

"We should be pirates today!" Bronwyn exclaims excitedly.

"No, I wanted to be princesses!" Claire says back stubbornly.

"We did that yesterday! We're doing pirates today! Right y/n? It's my turn to pick!" Bronwyn says, sounding upset.

"Bronwyn is right claire, it's her turn, we can do princesses tomorrow, okay?" You say softly, seeing the silhouettes of both of them looking at you expectantly. You can hear claire sigh but she doesn't protest.

The three of you work out a storyline and the roles, Bronwyn was of course the captain while you and claire were her trusty crew members. You'd be sailing to an island to steal hidden treasure.

For about 30 minutes, things are going well, you all are running around running from pretend angry rival pirates, until you accidentally get too far away from the clear space they had established as their play place for your safety. You get near some trees, not realizing yet that you have gone to far, and something snags your foot. You can feel your heart drop as you lose your balance, feeling sharp pain digging into your skin after you fall. You hadn't quite hit the ground, and after a few moments of wriggling and feeling sharp thorns pricking you, you realize you had fallen into a thorn bush.

"Oh my- are you okay?!" Bronwyns voice says suddenly, sounding concerned.

You turn your head, seeing her silhouette standing a few feet away.

Before you can respond she blurts out

"Wait here!! Im going to get miss peregrine!"

You wriggle again, trying to free yourself from the thorns but only getting yourself more snagged, gasping in pain as the thorns prick your skin.

After a few moments you hear heavy footsteps, too heavy to be claire or Bronwyn, and you assume that miss peregrine has come to the rescue.

But as gentle hands slowly lift your arm from the entanglement, you smell a faint aroma of chemicals, dirt, and worn down cologne. That isn't miss peregrine, is it,, enoch? Gently he untangles you and lifts you from the thorn bush.

"Are you okay? This looks like it hurts" he says gruffly after setting you on the soft grass.

You look up at him, faintly seeing his blurry face, he looks to be,, worried?

You nod gently, feeling deeply embarrassed and slightly nervous by his presence.

"Let's get you inside and cleaned up, okay?" His voice sounds reluctant, but you can hear a hint of worry, or care, or something other than hate hidden behind the irritated tone.

You feel him help lift you up, one arm around your waist and one holding your arm around his neck.

You give in to his guidance, partially because you know you need the help, and partially because you've always wanted to be this close to him.

"Thank you" you whisper softly as he walks you to the house. You hadn't yet noticed the sharp stinging in your knees, but as you walk the pain becomes more noticeable. You grimace softly, stopping abruptly to graze your knees with your fingertips, flinching at the pain and feeling a wet substance coating your fingers.

"No, don't touch it, you don't want it to get infected" enoch says firmly as he gently nudges you back into walking.

He leads you into the house, helping you settle down on a couch. You can hear his footsteps fading and you're left alone.

Your knees are throbbing in pain now, and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, its a familiar faint sting.

You didn't quite know why you were crying, it could be the pain, or the embarrassment, or maybe the shock of the boy you had been silently pining for finally paying you any attention.

"Are you in pain?"

You jump at his voice, you hadn't noticed his footsteps returning.

"Yeah! Im okay!"

You reply quickly, reaching up the quickly wipe your eyes, hissing in pain as your acidic tears sink into one of your scrapes.

He doesn't respond, but he kneels in front of you and you can make out a concerned look on his face.

You can feel him gently take your hand and you feel a cold but relieving sensation over the tear covered scrape.

Little by little he wipes down every cut and scrape with a wet rag, despite your wincing he continues cleaning your wounds silently.

You yelp out in pain as the rag touches one of your knees.

"Shh, you're okay, I'm just cleaning it off"

he whispers.

"Is everything alright?" You hear a calm voice say

You look towards the doorway to see the unmistakable figure of miss peregrine standing.

You nod, looking at her with an expression of embarrassment.

"She had a fall when playing with claire and bronwyn, I'm taking care of it"

Enoch replies

"Very well, come to me if you need anything"

Miss peregrine says softly before walking off.

Enoch continues wiping down your knees, gently holding down your legs to prevent you from pulling away.

"Be still, I'm almost done" he says firmly, moving the rag down to clean the scrapes on your legs.

Once he is finished he sets down the rag and pulls out a first aid kit, you can faintly recognize it, a big red tin box.

You close your eyes as he pulls out gauze and wraps up each of your knees slowly and firmly.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask him, sounding a mix of confused and hopeful, secretly wanting him to say he cares for you.

"Claire got me, I didnt want to disappoint her." He says gruffly, his emotion unintelligible.

You feel a pang of disappointment, but you try your best not to let it show.

"Is that all?" You ask quietly.

Enoch hesitates for a moment, clearly thinking over what to say.

"I didn't want to see you hurt" he replies, sounding as if he's holding something back.

You accidentally let a sigh of disappointment slip as you sit back.

"Dont do that" he says firmly.

"Why?" Your voice sounds wavy, disappointment clear in your tone.

He doesn't respond, and you sigh again.

"I do,, care about you" he sounds hesitant, but genuine.

You dont respond this time.

"Don't do that, say something." You can't make out his tone, but he sounds kind of,, hurt?

"Do you actually or are you just saying that to make me feel better?" You reply, sounding bitter.

"I do actually!" He snaps.

"Then why do you constantly act like I'm a burden?" You snap back, finally losing your patience with him.

"I- i don't know! I don't know how to act around you!" He shouts. "Maybe you just,, make me feel a way I've never felt before and I don't know what to do about it" he says, quieter, sounding both angry and unsure of himself.

You sit there for a moment, processing his words.

"You mean,, you like me?"

He groans, sounding frustrated.

"Maybe! I dont know! okay? Just don't- don't think anything of it, I'm trying to stop it." He sounds hesitant, as if that's not what he really wants.

Unbeknownst to you, enoch had liked you ever since he laid eyes on you. You made him nervous in a way he had never felt before, he loved it and hated it at the same time. So instead of trying to get close to you, he acted like he hated you, it was easier than facing his real feelings, ones he had never had to deal with before.

"You don't have to you know" you whisper.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his voice sounding strained.

You take a deep breath and reply in a voice barely above a whisper, "I like you too."

He goes silent, presumably in disbelief.

"You're not messing with me right? That's not fair."

He says, sounding uncertain.

"I'm not messing with you, I'm being honest!" You says defensively.

"Okay okay! I believe you, but what do we do now?" He says back, sounding frustrated again.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" You ask quietly.

",,can I try something? You can say no" he whispers.

You nod, trying to make out his face through your blurry vision.

His face suddenly gets closer to yours, and for once you can make out his features, you can feel his warm hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, and you nod again.

He leans in closer, seemingly nervous and unsure, so you take your chances and lean into him, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. At first the kiss seems unsure, but as you both lean into it, it turns to a sweet, deep kiss.

As you pull away after a few moments, you can faintly see his flushed face, looking starstruck.

"I- let me continue bandaging you up" he whispers, a hint of excitement in his voice.

You smile, finally at peace knowing you hadnt been pining over him for so long for nothing.

[rannapie86]

Enoch O’Connor/reader headcannons

part 2 !

• Enoch loves an old musical (like the sound of music) and you have caught him humming the songs many times but he will never admit it

• Whenever you wear one of his jumpers/cardigans he makes you leave it on during sex argue with a wall

• He loves giving forehead kisses, and he loves receiving jaw kisses as that’s where you reach on your tip toes

• Everyone in the house adores you and in the beginning asked you why you were with him as you’re so lovable and he well.. isn’t. It hurt his feelings a lot. 😔

• He hated any position that he cannot see your face in, he has to feel close to you and connected the whole time and likes to gauge your reaction to things as he is always trying to give you a better experience

• He will sit and watch all of your ur favorite musicals and occasionally if you beg and bribe him enough he will quietly sing the male parts to you in a duet. Knowing them as he has had to endure them so many times

• He sings quietly and in a low deep voice, while you’re belting it passionately, wether you can sing or not, he will only sing very close to you with you cuddled into his side, usually singing into your hair

• When Jake arrived he brought some music with him. Enoch one day discovered his fondness for Joy Division

• He LIVES and BREATHES Joy Division. He basically thinks he IS Ian Curtis

The only times he will actually willingly sing unprompted is sometimes his fav JD songs like Disorder or She’s Lost Control, but he only continued to sing if you join in so that you can drown him out

(Sorry there is so much Joy Division stuff I just believe this sm!!)

• You used to sing him to sleep with songs from the old records which he still loved but now much prefers when you quietly hum the tunes to the songs he likes now

• He hates Jake so much

• When he arrived Miss P chose you to show him around so when Enoch saw this he locked himself away in his room for hours

• He one time saw Jake ask to borrow a bookmark and you had the audacity to actually give him it. Enoch could not believe this act of blatant adultry. It took him ages to talk to you again

• One time after a particularly frustrating day Jake asked Enoch to pass the bread rolls at dinner, Enoch picked one up and lobbed it as his head.

• Once he saw Jake fleetingly glance at you from across the room during the movie so naturally Enoch pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you for the rest of the night.

“Enoch let me go”

“Why so you can go give him ANOTHER bookmark?”

• Veryyyy petty

• He was so happy when he showed interest in Emma, not that he wanted him to stay around but it made him feel more secure about y/n

• One time on a walk they were exploring a little, Enoch and Jake were helping lift everyone down from a tall rock that everyone else was to short to jump down. Jake helped Emma and Olive down as Enoch did t even really like touching the other girls. Anyway. Enoch was distracted helping Hugh down that he didn’t realise it was your turn. He saw Jake reach for your waist and almost bet him up right there. He smacked his hand and glared at him, shoving him out of the way before he looked at you with a small smile taking you by the waist and easily lifting you down. (I’m gonna make an ex trended one shot of that !!)

Thank you all for readinggggg!!

Do we like the idea of a one shot where other kids are staying in their loop for a few days and want to play spin the bottle but Enoch is NOT having it ?

[prettyprettydumb]

enoch x fem!reader

you're new, and enoch isn't the kindest.

warnings: bullying, crying, mention of emotional issues, dark elements, cigarettes, ignore typos!!

playing: birds by penelope grace

for @star-dust-stuf, with love

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୨୧ When you came to Miss Peregrine's home, you weren't sure what your peculiarity was. Enoch and you had some altercations in the time you've stayed there, only for a short time. You already felt so unwelcomed.

You were nervous all the time...but most of the children helped you through it. They were the kindest to you.

When you were scared, you would stay with Olive in her bedroom. She was the best, but you two grew further apart because of the way Enoch treated you two about your friendship.

He was possessive and jealous, but he never admitted it.

୨୧ Enoch was in his room building like always. He created new contraptions to fulfill his boredom. You walk in slowly and see him focused on the doll; placing the heart inside the toy's chest very carefully.

Enoch sighs without looking up at you, "didn't we have a conversation about your habit of not knocking?"

You freeze for a moment, realizing you forgot you knock. Again, yes...this has happened more than once. Enoch was surprisingly nice about it, but he seemed more agitated than usual.

"I'm sorry-"

"Sorry? Y/n, you've made this mistake many, many times. A sorry isn't going to cut it." Enoch put his doll down and stood from his chair. small blade from the desk and walked over to you.

You were anxious and it was obvious, "Enoch-"

"What did I say?" He clicked his tongue as he walked to you. His body is closer than ever, making your palms sweat against your nervously clenched knuckles.

You stutter, "not to barge in...to knock-"

"Yes, yes. And why haven't you gotten that through your little head?" He flicked your forehead teasingly, but also very rough.

You flinch, "I'm forgetful."

"Oh, is that your peculiarity?" Enoch made fun of you, he mocked you about the absence of your peculiarity all the time. But this hurt your feelings...

Without saying anything, your doe eyes began to water and your nose scratched up as if you were holding back your tears.

Enoch smirked and put his hands on your shoulders, bending over a little to get to your height. With a teasing, unsettling tone he whispered, "utterly pathetic, you are."

"That's not nice, Enoch." You sniffle, looking at him with tears running down your pink cheeks.

He scoffed, "well, I'm being honest. You're the one who acts like you're special. Yet, there's nothing special about you. All you know is how to forget to knock."

You push him away and rush out of his room without another word. Enoch sighs and puts his hands into his pockets, observing the way you had ran down the hall and slammed your bedroom door.

He thinks for a moment, knowing well what he had done was harsh...it was too far. He knew he pushed you a lot, but maybe he put too much on you this time. He's seen you cry, but the way you said his name broke his heart.

Enoch pulls his hands from his pockets and places them on his face, groaning. He had a million reasons to like you, but not one to hate you. So why on earth was he so cruel to you?

୨୧ An hour passed and Enoch was smoking behind the house, near the kitchen. He leaned against the brick of the house and blew smoke from his nose, watching you read in the grass.

He observed you, seeing your hair flow in the wind, and the soft expression on your face. You were so relaxed, almost as if you had forgotten what he did to you earlier. But he knew it was lerking, making your day a little less great than when you woke up this morning.

Enoch tossed his cigarette on the rocks by the house and slowly walked towards you. You didn't notice him until the sun was blocked, making your reading harder for you.

You look up and instantly regret it, "oh..."

"Hm?" Enoch hummed teasingly and sat down beside you, putting his hand on your lower back as he did.

You close your book over your thumb, "what do you need?"

He laughed, "why are you so irritated?" The question made you furious, but you didn't express it. You knew he was trying to see if you had forgotten about earlier. And you were wondering what your own response would be.

"Enoch?" You ask, seeing his eyes flicker with light when you say his name. He hums and you continue to speak, "why are you so mean to me?"

He sighs, "because...how else do I tell you how I feel?"

"Be nice?" You chuckle with disbelief. He nods sympathetically and feels bad for his actions, but he doesn't stop resisting to tease you.

Enoch snatched your book from your hand and pressed his hand against your lower back to keep you in place.

"Poetry? Love... poetry." He snickers, "didn't take you for a poet."

You try and sit up but don't attempt to try again once you have failed. You rolled your eyes and put your arm down to lay on it, pressing your cheek against your skin, still looking at Enoch.

"Are you going to finish what you were saying, or are you going to keep stalling?"

He puts your book into his lap, "I can't really shower my emotions positively on others. I scare them, make them hate me. I'm sorry for what I said earlier, it wasn't nice."

"Well thank you. But you know, the only way to actually show your emotions is to try, don't push them down." You saw his dull expression turn into a small smirk of amusement.

Enoch hums, "and...you are very special. You'll find your peculiarity soon."

You smile and sit up, "can I have my book back now?"

"I think I'll keep it for a little longer, just to see how long it'll take for you to beg me to give it back." Enoch teases you again, but you aren't opposed to it.

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[zodiyack]

Happy Valentines Day, Jerk-face

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x reader

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Note for this: Y/N’S PECULIARITY! 

- similar to a fey, minus the horns and she can hide her wings

- pretty much can live forever and outside of a loop, as long as she doesn’t use her peculiarity outside of loops

Taglist: That one anon-

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Jake introduced his best friend Y/n to the children and Miss Peregrine when she followed him and the girls through the loop. He had no idea that she was a peculiar until that happened, so it came as a shock to him and to the group. They were only expecting Jake, but a girl to come following him?

Enoch and her got along...okay at the beginning. She was eager to stretch out her wings, amazing the group plus Jake as well, and flew past Enoch’s window. He and Olive were just simply trying to observe the creations he made, but when shadows of wings were being cast over the table, they couldn’t help but look outside. That’s when he swore he fell in love.

She was free. Or, at least that’s how he would describe how she looked. As for Y/n? She fell head over heels for him when he sent her creations every day. He commanded them to bring her new objects, and they made her heart swoon. It honestly made him happy that she wasn’t freaked out by the moving parts and gadgets.

Today, however, was not their day. Jake brought her to visit the group again, seeing as how she had to leave to visit his family, and Enoch was in one of his moods. Jake first greeted Enoch with Y/n, but he agreed with her once Enoch turned his foot and stomped up the stairs.

“What’s his deal?”

“I don’t freaking know. Just- I’ll go talk to him...okay? Thank you for bringing me Jake.” She sighed and walked up the stairs, completely missing Jake’s hand that held up waiting for a high-five.

“Yeah... No problemmmm... I’ll just go now.” Jake stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, itching the back of his neck and walking to the backyard.

Many knocks on the door later, Enoch finally let Y/n in.

“What is it?” His beautiful accent filled her ears. She smiled upon hearing it and stopped for a few seconds. Enoch raised an eyebrow and snapped her out of her odd zoning out moment. “Y/n. What. Do. You. Want?”

His attitude did the trick, causing her to frown and scrunch her eyebrows. “Enoch O’Connor. Why are you so grouchy? I came here to see you and the first thing you do is make a face and walk away. No hugs? No ‘I missed you’s? This isn’t fair to me either.”

“What did you expect? Me to just suddenly be all clingy now that you’re back? And in front of Portman? Please.”

She squinted when her draw dropped. A huffing noise left her mouth before she walked back down the stairs. Enoch, as always, paid no mind to it and continued working. He did miss her, truly he did, but shouldn’t she know that already?

Y/n raced down the stairs and out to the backyard, running into Miss Peregrine on accident. The older woman noticed the distressed and saddened aura of the peculiar. She pulled her to the side and turned to the children playing in front of her.

“What’s wrong my dear?” she whispered out of the side of her mouth.

“Enoch.”

Alma grabbed her pipe and tutted quietly. She knew of Enoch’s odd ways of showing affection, who didn’t? But this was a time she had a feeling would come. “I’ll deal with it. You go have fun with the others, it is a holiday in the outside world, is it not?”

“Valentines Day... And I don’t even have my Valentine...” Y/n looked down at the ground for a few seconds. Although, it seemed more entertaining than crying about her boyfriend, she still needed a stronger distraction. Her eyes flicked up to the other peculiars, their activities suddenly becoming more interesting. “Thank you Miss P.”

“Of course Y/n. Now, I’m sure you’d love to get some air in those wings of yours.”

“Indeed.” Y/n smiled and jumped, her wings opening and catching air before she hit the ground. Now in midair, she flew upwards a bit more, then flying over to the tree Emma said the squirrel usually fell out of. Maybe the squirrel would make some nice company. After all, it couldn’t break her heart like some boys with confusing feelings.

. . .

“Enoch?” Miss Peregrine opened the door. “I understand you and Y/n have some...trouble, currently?”

Enoch looked up at the mention of his lover, looking to the side when he realized what the confrontation was about. “Yes, Miss Peregrine, but how did you find out? And why are you confronting me about it?”

“Enoch. I don’t know if you understand how much you’ve hurt the poor girl. For example, when I asked her to go play with the other kids, she decided to go fly over to the tree and sit with the squirrel rather than with the others.”

“Some people just don’t like social situations.”

“But Y/n does. You’ve met her, you know her, you’re involved with her romantically, you of all people should know how much she loves all of you. Do you really believe she would ignore the rest of them?”

The boy looked back down, admitting his defeat. Not even his emotions could fight this one. Alma smiled a half smile upon this.

“You love her. Am I wrong?”

“N-no ma’am, you’re correct.”

She pulled out a small bouquet of Y/n’s favorite flowers. She got them when Jake called, knowing that the chance of something going wrong was more than likely. Miss Peregrine handed them to Enoch and smiled politely.

“Give those to her. Apologize. Tell her how you really feel. Don’t shut her out, do you understand me?”

Enoch picked up the flowers and smiled himself. It was small and shy smile, but it was showing that he knew. “Yes, I understand you, loud and clear. Thank you Miss Peregrine.”

“Of course, my boy.”

. . .

“Y/n?” Enoch stood at the base of the tree, hiding the flowers well and keeping the smile on his face as invisible as possible. “I, uh... I wanna say something.”

A few flutters sounded before Y/n dropped from the tree. She came down so elegantly, not needing to move her wings or fall super fast. It was so flawless. Enoch admired that about her.

“What is it Enoch?”

He flinched at the tone of her voice when she said his name. Sadly, he knew he deserved it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted that way. I should’ve told you how much I missed you and I should’ve done something. I’m super sorry... Maybe, after you forgive me, you could be my valentine?”

Y/n was confused at his apology, but it all clicked into place when he pulled the flowers from behind his back. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened a little bit. The reaction wasn’t even finished. She jumped into his arms and kissed him hard on the lips, so hard- he dropped the flowers in surprise. They fell backwards, or rather Enoch fell and Y/n fell with him, and broke their kiss with giggles.

“Do you really mean it?”

“Of course, Y/n/n. Did you think I’d lie about that? I love you more than anything and I really did miss you like crazy... I think that’s why I was so ru-”

She kissed him once more, interrupting him and spreading a pink haze among his cheeks. “Happy Valentines Day, Jerk-Face.”

[algea]

please I’m begging you guys Finlay MacMillan is so unbelievably attractive

[finlay-more-like-finbae]

i am so in love with finlay macmillan

[finmacmillanbean]

Only fools fall for you

[itsjustahuman]

It’s okay, sweetheart (Enoch O’Connor x reader)

Requested by: Anon “would you be able to do an enoch o’connor x reader where the reader has tourette’s syndrome, and is having a bad day? and he like comforts them, idk. thank u ❤️❤️❤️”

Warning(s): Fluff, Comfort for tourette’s, Gender neutral reader, Mentions of bullying

Words: 453

Summary: The townspeople have been making fun of you because of your tourettes. Enoch is there to comfort you while you’re feeling down.

A/n note: Sorry if I depicted tourettes wrongly because I don’t have tourettes and the internet could be wrong when I’m researching about this. Please don’t be mad but do tell me more about tourettes or anything that I wrote wrongly about, dms are always open :D Also writing based on movie Enoch.

You sniffled as you sat on the couch with your knees pushed up to your chest. Wrapping your arms around your knees, you rest your head on it. You felt your arm jerk against your knee, then your shoulders raised up towards your neck before relaxing back down. You grunted softly afterwards before relaxing back into your lumped up position.

You could feel your fluffy blanket being put around your shoulders, you snuggled into it nuzzling it softly with your nose. The couch dipped on your right, before you felt arms enveloping around your shoulders, stopping at your left bicep. You didn’t look up, you knew only one person in your life would touch you this gently.

Enoch pulled you closer to his body. Another jerk, raise, and a grunt came from you before relaxing again. You looked up from your safe little cocoon to look at the brown eyed curly haired boy you call your lover.

“Would you like a cup of tea, love?” Enoch asked softly.

You nodded stiffly nuzzling back into the blanket that your sweetheart put on you.

You could hear the sound of the cabinet being opened and closed, the sound of the stove being turned on and the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor as they got louder towards you. Enoch slid beside you again shifting you so that you were on his lap. Now you were sitting sideways on his lap as his arms slid around your waist. You brought your head out of the blanket shield and nuzzled up into his neck. A milder jerk, raise, and a softer grunt.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s ok. Everything is okay,” Enoch said rubbing your arm comfortingly.

You nuzzled deeper into his body.

“But the townspeople didn’t have to make fun of me for it,” you said sniffling slightly. You could feels your eyes start to water again. Another jerk, raise, and a grunt.

“Hey now sweetheart, no more tears. Tomorrow let’s go play in the town and bring everyone along as well to practise our peculiarities,” Enoch said softly.

You started to perk up at the sound of destroying the town people for making fun of you.

“That proposal does sound quite appealing,” you said smiling slightly.

“Atta girl, there’s that bright smile. Where have you been, love?” Enoch said grinning while looking at you with heart eyes.

“Nowhere, silly goose,” you said pecking Enoch on the lips then hugging him.

Another jerk of the arm, another raise of the shoulders, and another grunt. There’s nothing Enoch loved more than having you in his arms.

“Now go get the kettle off the stove, love. I can hear it whistling from here,” you said into Enoch’s ear.

[etherealpotter]

Young Love (1)

Pairing: Enoch O'Connor x Reader; Sister!Reader x Jacob

Warnings: none

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“I don’t know if I can stay.” I said, not looking him in the eyes. This wasn’t the life for me. This wasn’t where I belong, i wasn’t even from this time period.

He looked upset, but he honestly always looked that way. I could feel him staring at me as I stared at the ground.

“Well you might as well go if this isn’t what you want. We don’t like outsiders anyways.”

I scoffed at his statement. I hoped, deep down, he was only saying this because he didn’t want me to go and he was hurt that I was thinking about leaving.

“You’re such an ass, you know that? You have no idea how hard it is. I’m not from here, not just this country, but from this time period. It’s scary, and I thought you’d actually be able to give me some advice.” I scoffed once I finished.

“I guess you thought wrong then. And, for the record, all of us here had to leave our families at one point.” He said, not looking up from his work.

“Whatever, i’m gone.” I opened his door and then slammed it shut as I walked out.

I walked around the house, looking for my twin brother, Jacob. He was probably with that girl, Emma, I think her name is.

He was the one who wanted to come here, to track down the last links to our grandfather. I’m not sure why he was so hung up on it. I guess I have just been burying my feelings about my grandfathers death.

I had refused to talk about it and it was hard with everyone here talking about him. Everything here was different and a lot to process. How were they all okay with reliving the same day, over and over?

I mean I guess they can do different things each day and they don’t age, but still it’s scary. This wasn’t the life I wanted.

“Jacob!” I yelled as I spotted him walking around the garden with Emma.

“Y/N!” He shouted back, mocking me, obviously.

“Hey can we speak? Alone.” I said as my eyes shifted to Emma and back to him.

Emma nodded and headed back inside towards the house. As she walked in, I glanced up, and saw Enoch standing at the window, watching us. I looked way, back towards my brother.

“We need to leave.” I told him.

He looked confused. “Why? You don’t want to stay a little longer? At least for dinner?”

“No. I want to leave. We don’t belong here.”

“Of course we belong, we’re peculiars. Just like grandpa was.”

“Listen Jacob, he’s gone. There’s nothing we can do about that. And what about dad? I’m sure he’s been looking for us.”

“I know you don’t like to talk about it, but we might be able to get answers here. Find the real reason why he died and what his life was like before us.”

“I don’t care, neither should you. What’s dead should-” I was cut off before I could finish.

“Children, why don’t you join us for dinner? And then a movie?” Miss Pelegrine asked, walking up to us.

We both glanced at each other and then looked back to her. Before i could open my mouth, Jacob answered.

“We’d love too.” He said, matter-of-factly.

I internally sighed and followed them back into the house. Everyone, besides us two, was seated at the dinner table.

Just as Jacob was about to sit, I stopped him.

“Milliard is sitting there, genius.”

“Hey how’d you know?” The invisible boy asked.

I just laughed as he went upstairs to put some clothes on. There were two seats left, one by Emma and one by Enoch.

Emma told Jacob to sit by her, which left me to sit by the one person I didn’t even want to see. As everyone started eating and talking, I tuned it all out.

I felt a bump on my knee and looked at Enoch.

“What do you want?” I whispered.

“I thought you were leaving.” He whispered back.

“Couldn’t leave my idiot brother alone, so I’m here as long as he is.”

“Good.”

My eyes flashed up to his face as his were focused on eating. Did he really just say that? After being an ass earlier? God boys are confusing.

Later that night, it was time to reset, and once that happened, me and Jacob would be headed home.

He promised Emma that we’d be back tomorrow. I couldn’t tell if she was happy or upset.

“Y/N!” I heard my name screamed as I trailed behind Emma and Jake.

All three of us turned around to see Enoch jogging up to me. Emma and Jake quickly faced back around and kept walking as I stopped to talk to him.

“Hi.” I said, looking up at him.

“You will come back won’t you?”

“I thought you wanted me to leave?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled awkwardly, “I just wanted to protect myself. Because even if you never came back, I wanted you to know that I like you. Oh god that was the hardest thing i’ve ever had to say.”

I laughed at him and he frowned.

“I like you too. And you didn’t have to be mean, you could’ve just told me all this, and-” He cut me off my pressing a kiss to my lips.

The kiss lasted a while, neither of us wanting to let go.

“I don’t care if you break my heart, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” He said, smiling as our foreheads rested against each other.

“I have to go. I will see you tomorrow, okay?”

“I hope so.” He squeezed my hand, not wanting to let go.

I slowly pulled away and began to catch up to Emma and Jake. He said his goodbyes to her and we headed back into our world.

“So are we going to talk about the fact that you were all lovey-dovey with that weird, jerk?” Jake asked me, rather rudely.

“Oh shut up, he’s not that bad, he’s just…..protective.”

“Yeah if that’s what you want to call it. I don’t want you getting to close to him.”

“Ha. I could say the same with you and Emma.”

“Well unlike Enoch, Emma is nice.”

“Yeah and she totally had a thing with grandpa.” I laughed as Jake got choked up.

It was then that our dad came running for us, talking about how he had been looking everywhere for us. He probably thought we ran away or something.

He said we’d have to stay with him the rest of the trip, causing both of us to look at each other.

How we would get back to the loop was beyond us……

[snoopydeperuca]

One of us | Enoch O’Connor X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so excuse any mistakes. Also it’s my first imagine, so is hella shitty. (Edited)

There she was, alone in her room. It was (Y/N)’s eighth day in the loop and she still could not figure out why she was left there. She was not like them. She wasn’t peculiar. She couldn’t be. Before they left her, (Y/N)’s parents told her that she was special, and that her grandmother was also like her, and that was why she was being left there. Water, they said, that was her peculiarity. But it had never been manifested. They promised that the children and that Miss Peregrine would help the girl in this. Suddenly she hears a noise coming from the hallway. A sudden knock on the door disconnects (Y/N) from her confused thoughts. Then a curly-haired head enters, timidly, through the door. Enoch. (Y/N) was informed by Emma that this was not typical of Enoch, who spent most of his days locked up working on his hominids. She said that she had never seen him like this: alive.   - May I come in? Asked the boy. The girl straighten up quickly on the bed, wiping away the tears that she let, unconsciously, escape.   - Of course. I was just thinking a little.   - Then why are you crying? She sigh heavily. That was not a good day for his obvious remarks.   - What do you want, Enoch? I want to be alone. - Well, Miss Peregrine sent me for you. She said you should start practicing your skill.   - Enoch, I do not think that’s a good idea. I’m not like you. I’m not peculiar.   - Miss Peregrine is never wrong when it comes to identifying peculiars. Besides, if you were not peculiar, you wouldn’t have gotten into the loop. (Y/N) sigh again. He would not leave her alone. So she did as she was asked. The girl got up, straightened her (F/C) dress, and with the boy just behind her, she left the room. When she was at the top of the stairs, ready to go downstairs, she stopped.   - Do you think I can do it? Do you think I’m really peculiar?   - I’ve never seen anyone more peculiar than you, (Y/N). The boy smiled.   - I’m serious. I don’t think I’m able to do it. I’m going to ruin everything, as I always do.   - I’m serious too, (Y/N). The boy then approaches shyly, and wraps (Y/N) in his arms. She wasn’t expecting that. She had already seen him being very rude to the other children, and feelings were the last thing she expected of him. She then return the hug. He separates them, and with his red cheeks he lowers his eyes. When his eyes turn to her again, they glow in a dark brown like the night sky of the day the loop was created. Then he kisses her cheek, that blushes.   - I think you can, (Y/N). You are one of us now.  He gestures to the ladder, indicating that they should get down soon. They went down the stairs to the house and (Y/N), for the first time in eight days, felt that she belonged to that place. That she was peculiar.

[ymbryned]

Imagine Enoch picking on you for being short

“Hm, wonder where Y/N is.”

“Enoch look down.”

“Like I can hear but I don’t see her?? Y/N where are you?”

“Enoch I swear to God I’ll kick your ass.”

“Well it looks like she left.”

“Enoch look the fuck down.”

“My precious baby girl is gone, boohoo.”

[stanzo75]

Movie enoch x reader!!

You have a nightmare about one of your experiences escaping hollows before being brought to miss peregrine's loop!!

Your peculiarity allows you to hear/sense heartbeats of living things for up to 2 miles away!!

(I'm sorry if this sucks, i wrote this in school because there's no internet)

A low growl emits from the dark, a faint dark ugly, gurgling heartbeat, maybe two can be heard from maybe over a few feet away. Your body is frozen, you can feel your blood icy and rushing through your veins. You are mere prey, you have nowhere to run without being caught. Your skin crawls with anticipation. This is it. They caught you. The faint gurgle of a heartbeat from something inhuman, monstrous, grows louder, as they seem to be approaching you. You can't see anything, but you know they're there. You can see a shadow on the ground from the dim streetlights just a block away, long tentacles extending from a strange mass. You can feel it, you can't see whatever is there but you can feel the cold inconsistent beating of whatever heart is left inside of it.

In your bed you toss and turn, cold sweat dripping from your pale face. This isn't real, it's not real anymore. It's just a dream. But it doesn't feel fake, it's like you're back there, on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. Looking for an escape from someone, something, you had never experienced before, or even heard of. Your breath is caught in your throat as the dream progresses.

The shadow is getting closer, tentacles reaching out to you slowly, as if tasting the air around you. And you can feel your body coursing with a shocking cold energy, you can't breathe, you can't move, all you can do and stand there and watch. Until the icy paralyzation restraining your body breaks and you run. Or you try to, everything is slow motion, your body feels weighed down like molasses. A slimy frigid tentacle whips forward and grabs your ankle, holding on tight. You try to scream but no sound comes out.

You jump as you hear a knocking sound, suddenly springing awake in your bed. Looking around frantically in the darkness.

"Are you alright?" A voice calls out.

You jolt up, gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles hurt.

"I'm coming in" the voice says, as you hear the creak of a door.

Your heartbeat is going so fast it feels like it's going to explode, you're completely frozen in fear.

Your eyes dart around the room, trying to see through the pitch black. And you hear quiet footsteps getting closer, making your blood run cold once again.

"You're awake, why didnt you respond?"

Enoch appears at the foot of your bed, looking concerned.

You can barely process anything, everything feels like it's going too fast and too slow at the same time.

"Hello? Are you going to say something? I could hear your breathing and groaning from the hall when I came up from getting water." He says as he approaches your bedside, seemingly more concerned.

You do nothing but stare at him in a paralyzed fear, starting to calm down but still on guard.

"Enoch?" You finally manage to choke out.

"Yeah?" He responds, "why are you so afraid? It's just me"

You sigh and your body relaxes slightly, finally realizing you were safe and in your room.

"Its nothing" You respond, your voice barely above a whisper.

Enoch sits on your bed next to you, carefully reaching over to feel your forehead.

"Are you sick? You don't feel warm to me, but you're all sweaty" he says gently, looking confused.

"It was just a bad dream" You whisper back, looking down at your lap.

He thinks for a second before looking at you sympathetically.

"What was it about?"

You quickly shake your head, not wanting to reveal what had happened, nobody except miss peregrine knows what you dealt with before you came here.

Enoch leans back on your pillow, turning on his side to look at you.

You feel your eyes starting to tear up but you wipe them away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him.

He doesnt say anything, he just pulls you closer into a hug as you feel yourself start to sob, you bury your face in his chest and grip his shirt tightly, curling up against his body. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, trying to be comforting.

"Shhh, shhhh, it's okay, I'm here" he whispers in a reassuring tone.

After a few minutes you start to calm down, already worn out from your restless sleep.

"You should go back to sleep, I'll stay here, okay?"

You nod as you start to drift off, comforted by his familiar scent and warm body.

Maybe you'll tell him about the dream in the morning.

[rannapie86]

Enoch O’Connor/reader headcannons!

• When no ones around they will slow dance to the records they have, he always lets her choose which one

• She chooses the same one everytime but he doesn’t mind, that’s their song

• Reader makes him wash his hands strictly before and after even going near his homunculi much to his annoyance

• Reader always sits on his lap/straddles him in a bear hug on his chair while he’s trying to work

• Miss P knows that he can have especially bad days sometimes, so every now and again she will excuse him and y/n and allow them to skip dinner or the movie so that Enoch can relax

• He still doesn’t like going outside so he will literally just sit as the kitchen window completely still and watch y/n for hours

• On the rare occasion he decided to go outside Claire forced him to play tag, which led to y/n finding him face down in a bush as he wasn’t used to running and tripped almost immediately

• y/n never let that go.

• He keeps an old fashioned printed picture (like the ones Abe had) of y/n on him at all times, it was her sleeping and Emma had taken the picture but he stole it for himself.

• They share a room as y/n was the only one he was willing to share a room with and they were running out of space so Miss P begrudgingly allowed it.

• Despite what it seems Miss P actually does like them together, noting that Enoch was much happier with her around.

• Enoch has a childlike wonder for your peculiarity and makes you do it/use it multiple times a day.

• He is a gentleman, as this was the norm for his time, he is always well kept, holds doors, will tie the readers shoes etc.

• y/n and him will often sit on the edge of the island where Millard was killed and just look out at the sea, fantasizing out loud to eachother what it would be like to grow old, listing things they would do and see for hours

• Enoch wanted children a lot, that was always his plan, when you came along you both unintentionally became parents to Claire and Bronwyn.

• Claire and Bronwyn started calling Enoch and y/n mum and dad. They thought it was so sweet and loved imagining themselves as married and with children.

• Enoch was almost distraught every time he thought about how he could never actually marry y/n. He decided he would make do and they had a small silly ceremony officiated by Miss P, in their heads they are husband and wife.

FREAKY

• Enoch again being a gentleman would court you properly and waited a LONG time to do anything despite y/n’s unrelenting pleas, he was scared she would think he was using her.

• Neither of you had done anything before so you learned everything together very slowly.

• However, once you knew what you were doing you couldn’t stop, still having teenage hormones you were never off of eachother, Miss P having to reprimand you many times as you were often late for meals and such.

• Pregnancy was not a problem because of the loop so there were no restraints

• Enoch would be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to fuck you so well that you did end up pregnant.

• Constant make out sessions whenever you possibly could,

- when you were left alone to do the dishes

- when Miss P excused you from dinner early

- in the dead of night when everyone would be asleep

- as soon as you wake up in the morning before you have to go downstairs

• Sometimes you would decide together to wake up earlier the next day just to have more time for sex

• Somewhat of a noticeable height difference (I pretend he’s 6’2 sue me)

• Always carrying you everywhere

Hope you enjoyed I’ll be doing moreeeee

[frost-queen]

I was wondering if you could do a Finlay Macmillan x reader where she was in the MPHFPC movie with him (reader is American, famous viner, and dating fin) and are getting interviewed together and the topic of vine and camp unplug comes up

Oh sorry hun, I don't do actors only fictional charachters. If you request something for Enoc that is fine but about Finlay as a person I don't.

I do this for personal reasons. I respect their privacy and feel kinda weird about writing about their personal life that I barely know. Like I don't know how they are in person etc. I just... idk I don't feel a connection with it by writing about someone in person. Yes I know when I write about characters, they still have the same face but their behaviour is totally different then from who they are as a person.

Idk if you understand this but I really don't feel like writing for them as themselves. Hope you understand and don't hate me for it.

[jannieka394]

Enoch (probably one time): boo, you whore