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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 1 year ago

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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.

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lov3-lik3-ghosts · 2 months ago

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Can you make a enoch x fem!reader where they liked each other for a while and he finds readers diary and reads infront of the others (i think you know where this is going)

I Bite

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x fem!reader.

Warnings: Not beta nor proofread.

Word Count: 615.

Authors note: This didn’t go exactly as I’d planned so please let me know if you’d like me to give this another try. I had so much fun writing this one.

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Enoch’s bitter wind to rainy days, blistering at your skin and billowing you back. He bites the hand that feeds him, he snarls at a step too close. He’s mean, a rabid lone-wolf lunging at any sign of life with his maw agape. No remorse, no mercy.

You don’t know why you like him. There’s journal upon journal stacked along your bookcase with entries of everything wrong he does, of every attack he spiels your way. There are no milestones between you, no sniff of the offering hand and somehow, still, you can’t repent.

You can’t.

And yet you must.

Because this, how he stares at you — empty and lifeless and cold, like an ice frozen god stuck with the mistake of disciples, like your vermin — while he listens to all you are and all you have been is shattering any resilience you had left.

Two entries out of thousands and Jake doesn’t stop reading. You think maybe he doesn’t realise whose they are and neither do the others who sit swooning over such romance. But Enoch does. He knows and he doesn’t like it.

And he bites.

Hard.

“-defense mechanism. Like if he only ever gives away his bad parts no one can expect him to be good. No one can be disappointed if he doesn’t live up to their expectations. He can’t be disappointed.” Jacob takes a breath. “But I know better. I know he’s good, that he cares. I know he tries, in his own way. However twisted. I see him. I’ve always seen him. I sometimes wonder if he’ll ever see me too.”

Bronwyn hushes the giggles of Fiona and Claire to stare intently at Jake. You can only listen as he begins the next entry, confined within your own horror.

“September 3rd, 1940.” An inside joke you hold with yourself, as though everyday wasn’t virtually the same.

“He’s changed. I’ve forgotten how different he used to be, how much he used to care. I think it’s because it was gradual and not just ripped from me. Victor-” He inhales. They all do — as though they’ve only just realised that this belonged to someone in the loop, someone here.

Jake continues. “Victor's passing was different. It was sudden, yes but it was so sudden that I had no choice but to notice. Grief blinded my perception for a while and overtook him in both our vulnerability. Enoch changed after Abe but even more so after Victor.”

Your gaze drops to the gravel at his name.

“Wait, this is about Enoch?” Olive pipes and you’re surprised she’s not realised sooner.

Emma’s lead boots clink as she sits beside Jake. “Who else?” She says, as though it were obvious.

You imagine Enoch squirming under their scrutiny, tensing and rearing and ready to strike. You hear his barely audible breath before words and you know you’re right.

“Who cares.” He spits with a tongue like venom. “I don’t need anyone’s pity or sympathy. I don’t need some analysis to write pity stories about emotions they’ve decided I feel.”

Somewhere along his speech you lift your head and meet his acorn eyes, storming with winds of spite.

Claire cuts him off with her honeypot voice. “But Enoch, it’s so romantic!”

He scoffs. “And I certainly don’t need some love-stricken, delusional fool to see me.”

It shouldn’t hurt as hard as it does, rippling beneath your ribcage, not when you knew this would be his reaction. Not when you knew him at all.

Enoch strides briskly out of the gathered circle, bumping your shoulder hard enough that you stagger. It overtakes the lurch of your heart for just a moment; you’re almost grateful for it.

~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~

Reblogs and comments are extremely appreciated!

I do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted!

#thanks anon!#enoch o’connor x fem!reader #enoch o'connor #enoch o’connor x reader #mphfpc x reader #mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #x fem!reader #x reader

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year ago

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Hi! As a pegging enthusiast, I’ve read nearly every single pegging fic in this fandom. Here are some of my favourites to inspire you write the Bradley one (I really hope it’s with ceasefire rooster!):

https://www.tumblr.com/gennyanydots/713188971302256640/i-wanna-feel-good-tonight? (Hangster x reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/sylviebell/719922364139388928/love-me-like-you-do? (Rooster x Phoenix)

https://www.tumblr.com/lovelybucky1/709986403170254848/pegging-rooster-part-one-with-hangman? (Bradley)

https://www.tumblr.com/lovelybucky1/709900723897384960/pegging-hangman-or-rooster-or-both-thats-it? (Jake)

https://lovelybucky1.tumblr.com/post/697372996637163520/kinktober-day-6-pegging (Jake)

https://www.tumblr.com/seresinsbabe/706929908395507712/red-lace? (Jake)

https://www.tumblr.com/beachbabey/702028642675556352/enoch-baby-you-know-that-video-of-monica-standing? (Bob)

https://www.tumblr.com/hangmanapologist/697667427157327872/you-started-this-but-pegging-dilf-bob-thanks-and? (Bob)

https://www.tumblr.com/beachbabey/697312903295041536/im-going-to-say-something-so-brave-rn-switch-bob? (Bob)

https://www.tumblr.com/rhettabbotts/694781227548442624/with-an-ashamed-aura-the-demons-win-do-you? (Bob)

https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/710123895895818240/del-please-ignore-this-request-thought-if-such? (Rhett)

https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/701604956020588544/come-on-cowboy? (Rhett)

oh my god no way did you just have a personal tgm pegging masterlist to hand !?

incredible. I will be doing my research 🧐

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pumpkinheadfelix · 1 year ago

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can you do shipper acb's

like a = a letter name/ship x other character you ship with them

This was actually really fun, might do this every year. Anyway hope this is what you wanted

A- Adam x Charlie

B- Bowie x Raj

C- Colby x sam

D- Darius x Ben

E- Edgar x Sam

F- Frankie x jackson

G- George x Alex

H- Hawk x Demetri

I- Izzy x Owen

J- Jake x enoch

K- Ken x Allan

L- Liam x Theo

M- Max x Eleven

N- Noah x Cody

O- Octavious x Jedadiah

P- Priya x Damien

Q- i dont know

R- Raj x Wayne

S- Svetlana x Manitoba

T- Newt x Thomas

U- Uma x Mal

V- Viktor x Jayce

W- Will x Greth

X- Xavier x Tyler

Y- i dont know

Z- Zak (Skeppy) x Bad

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drarreckyninja · 2 years ago

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My Latest Fascinations (ships)

Hollowheart - Jake x Enoch [Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children]

Spelko - Speed x Delko [CSI: Miami]

Vlaire - Vince x Claire [Dexter x Six Feet Under]

Vibert - Cisco x Julian [The Flash]

Allenbert - Barry x Julian [The Flash]

Lumione - Luna x Hermione [Harry Potter]

Clintelle - Clint x Elizabeth [White Collar]

Savr - Sam x Viv [Without a Trace]

Marek - Mark x Derek [Grey's Anatomy]

Karevalley - Alex x George [Grey's Anatomy] *this one isn't new; i just came up with a better ship name lol

Cadora - Catra x Adora [She-Ra]

Eveela - Evil-Lyn x Teela [He-Man]

Perwaine - Gwaine x Percival [Merlin]

Hamhead - Hamm x Mr. Potato Head [Toy Story]

Bessie - Bo x Jessie [Toy Story]

if there are actual ship names for these (i made up most of them), let me know pls, ty

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hollowheart · 4 years ago

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The Shape of Your Lips (ch 4)

pairing: hollowheart

rating: T

summary: Enoch moves around often with his rich investor parents. Schools are the same. Life is the same. Enoch even considers himself to be predictable. But there’s just one tiny thing that seems to have slipped through the cracks of this cycle of dependability.

tags: Strangers to Lovers, Deaf Character, pastel jake, punk enoch, bad boy enoch, popular jake

read on AO3

read on wattpad

#i'm ALLIIIIIIIIIVVVEEEEEEE #hollowheart #My fic #Enoch o'connor #jacob portman #jake/enoch #jake x enoch #mphfpc

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hollowhearthoe · 5 years ago

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anyone down for a hollowheart rp? just send me a message or reply to this post! i’ll rp as enoch 💖

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aidyaiden · 2 months ago

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im not even an enoch x jacob shipper but the name hollowheart goes SO hard

FOR REAL!!!

#hollowheart #jake portman #jacob portman #enoch o'connor #enoch x jake #jake x enoch #aiden's posts #aiden's asks #aiden's nonnies

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cece693 · 5 months ago

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Replacement (Enoch O'Connor x M! Reader)

I wanted to add something to the relatively small pool of fics for this fandom. All characters are of age and can be envisioned as their book or movie counterparts.

Summary: As a healer, you naturally seek to care for those around you. So it was easy to befriend Jake when he first entered Miss Peregrine's loop, confused and hurt by his grandfather's passing. However, your best friend doesn't see it that way.

It was official. Enoch hated Jake. Not that the other children noticed, or if they did, they were smart enough to not mention it. Maybe it was jealousy. Perhaps he was bothered by how Emma's eyes sparkled with interest whenever the American boy was around. Or maybe, it was the disruption to their routine, as Jake's presence always seemed to stir the loop like a stone tossed into a still pond.

But Olive knew the truth, for she had quickly discerned Enoch's emotions behind the venomous words he threw at Jake whenever he came near. It wasn't about Emma or their routine being disrupted. It was all because of you.

From the moment Jake first stumbled into their world, he latched onto you—an oddball healer with a gentle touch and ability to mend the deepest cuts, both physical and emotional. So when Jake arrived, it was natural for you to be his guide, explaining things in a way that made the strange world of peculiars feel less threatening.

Naturally, Enoch hated it.

Before Jake arrived, you’d spend every minute by his side—looking over his shoulder, letting out a bright smile whenever his creations came alive. Enoch secretly treasured these moments, feeling comfortable in your presence and falling for you more each day. But now? Now it was Jake this and Jake that.

No space was safe from Jake's influence, nor did the American make it easy to escape his presence. It seemed like whenever Enoch and you were together, he appeared from thin air, begging you to help him with something. It was as if the American knew of Enoch's feelings and acted to rile him up, whisking the attention of the only person he actually liked. It's not as if there weren't any other children who would be happy to spend time with the American, why did he seek you out specifically?

Every time he saw you two together, a storm brewed inside him, and a tight knot formed in his chest. Enoch wasn’t stupid. He understood what jealousy was, but this wasn’t just jealousy. This was fear. Fear that you were slipping away from him. Fear that Jake was replacing him.

One day, it all became too much.

Enoch was sitting at the table in the library, flipping through one of his old, tattered books on embalming techniques, though his focus had long since disappeared. His mind, as usual, was on you. He had tried to pretend like nothing was wrong, but the bitter feeling gnawed at him constantly. And then, as if the universe was mocking him, you and Jake walked into the room together.

Jake was talking about something, gesturing wildly with his hands, and you were laughing—a bright, carefree laugh that Enoch hadn’t heard in days.

That was the last straw.

"Seriously?" Enoch snapped, slamming his book shut, startling you both. Jake stopped mid-sentence, blinking in confusion, but Enoch didn’t care. His gaze was fixed on you, his voice sharp and biting. “Do you really have to follow him around all the time?”

Your smile faltered, a confused frown replacing it as you looked at him. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Enoch’s voice grew colder, harsher. His jealousy had festered too long, and now it spilled like poison. “Ever since he got here, it’s like you’ve forgotten everyone else exists.”

Jake shifted awkwardly beside you, clearly unsure of what to say, but Enoch didn’t give him a chance. “You’re spending so much time with him, acting like he needs you for everything. It's pathetic."

Your eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crossing your face. “He’s new here, Enoch! He does need help adjusting. And I’m not just going to ignore him because you—”

“Because I what?” Enoch cut you off, his eyes blazing. “Because I’m not needy enough for you? Because I don't fawn over you like a mutt every second like he does?””

Your mouth opened slightly, stunned by his words. Enoch could see the hurt forming in your eyes, but he was too wound up to stop now.

“Face it,” Enoch continued, his voice colder now, “you just want to feel like you matter to someone, right? Like you have some purpose. Well, here’s the truth—you’re not needed here. Jake can deal just fine on his own and I don’t need a dessolent friend.”

Your face twisted in hurt, and that twisted something deep inside Enoch. You stared at him, your hands trembling slightly at your sides. “You’re wrong,” you finally said, voice breaking. “But I guess I was wrong too, thinking you were my best friend.”

Before Enoch could respond, you turned and stormed out of the room, leaving him and Jake alone. The American looked like he was about to say something, but Enoch shot him a cold glare, daring him to speak.

Days passed. Days where Enoch didn’t see you, didn’t hear from you, and the space you used to fill in his life became an empty void he couldn’t bear to acknowledge. You weren't just avoiding him, you had begun to spend even more time with Jake, much to Enoch's dismay.

He tried to act like it didn’t bother him. He pretended he didn’t care when he saw you laughing as if his absence meant nothing to you. But it did. It hurt more than Enoch was willing to admit. It was only when Olive pushed him to accept his mistake that led him to stand at your door, long after the other house's inhabitants had gone to bed.

Enoch stood there for a long moment, his hand raised to knock, but his usual stubbornness kept holding him back. What if you didn’t forgive him? What if you’d already moved on and replaced him for good?

Taking a deep breath, Enoch knocked.

After a few agonizing moments, the door creaked open, and you stood there, blinking groggily at him in the dim light. You looked surprised to see him, and Enoch couldn’t blame you.

“What do you want, Enoch?” you asked, your voice flat, distant.

“I…” Enoch faltered for a moment, struggling to find the right words. His usual snark and bravado were gone, replaced with something more vulnerable, more uncertain. “I came to…apologize.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe, clearly not ready to let him off the hook so easily. “For what?”

“For what I said,” Enoch muttered, not meeting your eyes. “For being a complete prat.”

Your expression softened, but you didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue. Enoch sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look, I didn’t mean it. Any of it,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I was just…jealous. Of Jake. Of the time you’ve been spending with him.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Jealous? Why?”

Enoch hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. He could either admit the truth or lose you for good. Taking a deep breath, he finally met your gaze. “Because I like you,” he confessed in a whisper. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and seeing you with him made me feel like I was losing you. Like I wasn’t needed anymore. Like I was being replaced.”

The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Enoch braced himself for your response. He had no idea how you would react, but he had to say it. He couldn’t keep pretending like it didn’t matter anymore. You stood there for a long moment, staring at him, processing everything. Then, slowly, you stepped aside, opening the door wider.

“Come inside, Enoch,” you said quietly. “Let’s talk.”

And for the first time in days, Enoch felt a small glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed after all.

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