children's readers

Enoch: *acts like a little bitch*

Me: Cute.

Enoch: *is rude to people*

Me: Precious.

Enoch: *literally destroys everything*

Me: What a guy :^)

Dating Enoch O’Connor would include:

Originally posted by kittycheshirestuff

Not requested I’m just really trash for good ol’ baby boy Enoch:

- Him being really awkward around you at first

- Miss Peregrine and Horace / Millard / Emma briefly discussing how happy you two are with each other

- Really awkward but really cute hand holding

- In fact he REALLY likes holding your hand, and finds himself grabbing it several times throughout the day, even for short periods of time

- Him being really hostile around Jacob if he gets too close to you

- “You know she’s mine, right?”

- If you played an instrument, he probably loved listening to you play it.

- Sometimes you two walking to each others rooms in the dead of the night because you’re ‘cold’ or ‘can’t sleep’

- Cute little kisses throughout the day 

- All the others being happy that Enoch was happy (but mostly they were happy that he wasn’t so rude to them when you were around)

- Him rigging his homunculi to bring you flowers while you read in the library

- c u d d l e s

- Him being incredibly overprotective of you

- No but seriously ^^

- “Y/N are you okay you have a scratch.” “Enoch It’s just a scratch.” “But you could be dying.” “Enoch I’m fine.”

- If you have a mental illness he drops anything to help you when it gets hard to deal with

- Helping with his homunculi

- “You’re so beautiful.”

I’ll probably make another one of these cause I really liked making this.

Christmas Shadows

Fifth Imagine of the 12 Days of Christmas! Next is Deadshot aka Floyd Lawton.

Fandom: Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

Summary: Christmas is a horrible time for Enoch and nobody knew why until Enoch told the reader why. 

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x (Female)Reader

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1747 words

Published Date: December 18, 2016

Warnings: kissing scene,

Know: (y/n)- Your Name, (f/f)- Favorite Flavor, (h/l)- Hair Length, (h/c)- Hair Color

‘The Sweetest moments of the season are the times we share.’

- Unknown

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“I don’t know where he went, (y/n). He just sort of disappeared after I tried to give him a present.” Olive told the girl before shrugging, “He’s always liked this around this time of year. I’ve asked him once before, but all he did was blow up in my face. So try not to ask him if you find him.” (y/n) sigh as the girl patted her back before leaving her alone in Enoch’s bedroom. She has been looking for her boyfriend all day long and yet there was no trace of where he could be. Apparently Miss Peregrine knows where he was, but she wouldn’t say. Wanting to find out what is happening with Enoch, she continued her search. 

So she started to look in the places that won’t seem likely of where he’ll go hide. She had already checked the other places that were obvious like; his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, library, dining room, other children’s rooms. The place that seem very unlikely of where he would go would be outside. Quickly, she ran down the stairs and ran out the door excitedly. Her head was so focused on finding Enoch that she didn’t notice the soccer ball flying at her. When she did though, she yelp and fell to the ground on all fours. She looked up to see Hugh and Millard playing soccer and now they both were looking down at her. 

“You okay, (y/n)?” Hugh asked, a few bees flying out of his mouth. She nodded as she stood back up, brushing the grass off her dress before looking around the area. 

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What We Created (1)

Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever.

Word count: 1,951

Warning; a little angst? nothing really

A/N: My first Sebastian x Reader, hope y’all enjoy! Want to be tagged? Let me know :)  

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You Don’t Have to Ask

Pairings: Enoch O’ Connor x Reader

Summary: You are the newest member of the peculiar family, your parents dropping you off just a few weeks ago. As much as you want to forget your old life, you still find yourself getting homesick every now and again. Lucky for you there is a certain someone that makes the loop somewhat bearable. 

The past few weeks had been hard for you. In such a short amount of time you had to adjust to a new home, a new ability-or “peculiarity” as Miss Peregrine and her children called it-and most difficult of all, the realization that you would have to relive the same day over and over again.

Miss Peregrine was extremely welcoming when your parents dropped you off at her doorstep, scared and confused when it came to the power you could harness. She and the other peculiars made it easier for you to be yourself and you loved them for it but it was still hard to let go of your old life.

And now, sitting in the garden Fiona had created, you pulled out a your old iPod, your only keepsake other than a few books from the modern world. It was a miracle that it was still working and you only listened to a few songs a week in order to keep the battery alive.

The sun began to set in the distance and you sighed, letting your thoughts run wild. It wasn’t your fault that you were peculiar and it wasn’t your parent’s fault that they didn’t understand you but something inside kept making you feel guilty for some reason.

The sound of footsteps behind you pulled you from your thoughts and you quickly hid the iPod under your sleeve. Turning, you saw a headful of loose curls. “Enoch, you scared me.” you admitted as he approached you with a smile that only you could bring to his face.

“I thought you were Miss P.” you stated and he naturally sat beside you. “You’re safe. I’m just here to tell you that dinner is ready.” You slipped an earphone back into your ear and thanked him. “Okay, I’ll be in in a minute.” “You alright (Y/N)?” he asked worriedly. 

“I’m just homesick is all.” You slumped back against the tree and Enoch spoke quickly. “I can stay out here with you for a bit?” His cheeks flushed and his eyes scanned yours, trying to read your expression. “Uhm, only if you want that is.”

You smiled up at him, admiring how he looked on this beautiful day and thinking about how it would always be like this with him. You couldn’t believe that the two of you had grown so close in such a short amount of time. Hell, you didn’t know if Enoch could be close to anyone.

“I would like that, Enoch.” you said and he once again sat next to you in the grass. For a while you just sat there, drowning out reality with your music and pointing out the occasional cloud, until Enoch finally spoke. “So what is that thing? I always see you on it but I still don’t know what its for.” 

“It’s an iPod.” you said nonchalantly and he knitted his brows together. “Right, it is like a little music player.” you added and he nodded. “Cool. Can I…Can I listen?” His request surprised you but you obliged and scooted a bit closer to him, handing him the opposite ear bud.

“Wow.” Enoch grinned as the song went on, closing his eyes to better absorb the music. The lyrics carried and soon the two of you were humming along to Between the Bars by Elliot Smith, the words perfectly describing how you felt and making the tension rise between you and Enoch.

“Drink up, baby, stay up all night, with the things you could do, you won’t but you might. The potential you’ll be that you’ll never see, the promises you’ll only make.”

Enoch was closer now, his face just inches away from yours and his breathing growing faster. The only thing you could think about was kissing him-something you’d thought about often but had never actually done. But now, looking into his deep brown eyes, it seemed nearly impossible.

“Drink up, baby, look at the stars. I’ll kiss you again, between the bars. Where I’m seeing you there, with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and his words rushed. “Can I kiss you?” “You don’t have to ask.” you laughed and met him half way, eagerly placing your lips on his, the two of you sharing a soft kiss.

Side Note: This is my first ever imagine and feedback is welcome! Requests are open for all things MPHFPC! :)

Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6 – Sins of a Lover

Boston, 10 years and 9 months ago

Claire sat in the wide bench at the hospital’s locker room, her ears filled with a high bleeping sound, the voices around her as distant and foreign as creatures of the bottom of the deepest ocean. Her eyes were fixed on her silver ring – the flesh underneath it raw and reddened after hours of nervously twisting it on her finger, akin to a prisoner fighting a shackle turned life raft.    

“What happened to you?” A shadow extended next to her and she blankly stared above, watching as one of her colleagues, Joe Abernathy, frowned as he looked at her.

“Nothing.” She croaked, her tongue feeling ridiculously dry and furred after hours of screams and sobs in the seclusion of her apartment, followed by a prolonged silence.

“Hmpf.” He vocalized in a doubtful tone. “Ye look more like everything happened, than nothing. Do you want to grab a cup of coffee, Fraser? Or a bucket?”

“Don’t call me that!” She hissed, tears stinging her eyes – Claire tried to keep them forcefully opened, to avoid overflowing. “Claire. Just Claire.”

“Alright.” He said more softly, sitting next to her. His dark skin deeply contrasted with her own, made even more marble white than usual by fatigue and heartbreak.

Joe wasn’t exactly a friend – but he was one of the few colleagues who had shown her compassion and camaraderie, never taking a chance to shine that implied to throw another resident under the proverbial bus. He was always nice and they exchanged pleasantries every time the occasion called for words between them – but Claire had been too busy daydreaming about Jamie for the past few months, to really dedicate herself to the task of establishing a fulfilling friendship. I don’t want you anymore. Claire mechanically pressed the ring against her raw finger, welcoming the pain that kept her grounded to the present.

“You know what?” Joe slapped his big hands against his knees, covered with blue scrubs. “I think I have just the thing you need. A nasty Whipple procedure in OR two in twenty minutes. What do you say?”

“I can’t take your surgery, Joe. You earned that with your hard work assisting Doctor Raymond on that hemorrhoidectomy.” Claire shook her head, crumpling her surgical cap.

“You need to cut, Lady Jane.” He smiled with kindness. “People can say whatever they want, but I know a surgeon when I see one – and you’re it. Once you have the blade in your hand, you’ll be able to forget – or at least to push to the outskirts of your mind – whatever is bothering you so much. On the off-chance that doesn’t work, you can always pretend you’re cutting the face of whoever hurt you.”

Claire breathed deeply – the smell of deodorant and foot powder a soothing presence, reassuring her that some things were still the same. She had come to the hospital almost in the middle of the night for it – trying to leave the wreckage of her life behind the closed door of her apartment - only to discover that the destruction had found a cranny whereby it could enter her body, taking hold of her like a parasite with an innocent host.

If only she could shed her entire body with its memories, like a blessed snake, perhaps she could morph into something else. Freedom. Forgetfulness. Painless breathing again. But she was only allowed blue scrubs, with matching cap and mask – they would have to serve that purpose.

“If you’re sure.” She said hesitantly. “I’ll try not to disturb you too much.”

“Nonsense.” He clapped, ecstatic. You’ll do just fine. Don’t overthink it.”

“Alright.” Claire raised from the bench to tie her black sneakers. Make a loop. Tie it harder. Breathe. As she prepared to walk beside him, she wrinkled her nose in confusion in his direction. “Who the hell is Lady Jane?”


Edinburgh, Present day

“You’re awake.” Claire greeted, entering his room and seeing him half-sited, reclined against a pile of pillows, doing exercises with his hand. “It’s late, but I was quite busy today – a couple of patients from the fire needed to be re-interventioned for some complications.”

“That’s alright.” Jamie gave her a shy smile. “I dinna expect ye to come at all, so it’s a nice surprise.”

“I hear they are offering you a medal for your brave conduct while on duty.” She said in an attempt of conversational tone, sitting on a chair by his bed. “Just saw two grown men sobbing their eyes out while coming here, talking about how Chief Fraser is a goddam hero and saved their lives.”

“Well,” He replied, slightly shrugging his shoulders in a blatant sign of discomfort. “I don’t feel like a hero. More like a fool.”

“Hm.” She snorted in outspoken agreement. “Can’t really challenge that. How is your hand?”

“Rigid. Tender.” Jamie grimaced, showing her the bandaged hand with just the tip of the fingers visible. “But hopefully, in time, I’ll be able to wipe my own arse with it.”

The corners of her mouth almost formed a smile, but she hurriedly commanded them to stop. Almost. He used to make her smile all the time, effortlessly - and it seemed like the wheels and screws of her body still remembered that easy mechanism.

“Claire…” He started in a pleading tone.

“Why do you still wear your wedding ring, Jamie?” Claire anticipated in a low voice. “We have been divorced for almost ten years – and you took away its meaning even before that.”

“Don’t ye know?” He replied in a soft tone, as his fingers dutifully played with the small exercise rubber ball.

“How would I know?” She said, anger bringing an edge to her words. “You told me you didn’t want me anymore. That you had someone else you wanted to be with – I expected to find you remarried with a proper Scottish wife, a handful of children around your bed. And yet there’s no wife around to fluff your pillows and put jelly in the mouth of her valiant husband.”

He tilted his head, as if he was embarrassed by her words. “I had my reasons to say that.”

“Let’s hear them, then.” She crossed her arms and looked impatiently at him. “I believe you owe me at least the curtsy of the truth, Jamie.”

Jamie nodded and for a moment his eyes seemed lost in contemplation of something invisible, pages of their story turning backwards until he could find the appropriate chapter and the words to tell it. When he talked again, his voice was quick and low, slightly ragged.

“Ye were failing.” He looked at her as if urging her to understand. “Ye told me that yourself. Everything ye had worked so hard to accomplish was turning into smoke.” Jamie clenched his jaw. “I knew it was because of me – my fault. When ye met me, I changed the course of yer life. Ye were torn – distracted. I had to do something.”

“What?” Claire whispered, the world slightly tilting around her like a bizarre attraction in an amusement park. “Tell me, Jamie – What did you do?”

“How does a man wilfully rip his heart out of his chest? What madness can drive ye to do such a thing?” He whispered, as if to himself, before he glanced at her. “Not madness – love. I found I could do it, as long as I knew ye safe and well.”

“I don’t understand.” She babbled - but realization was slowly dawning on her, brutal and consuming as wildfire, leaving her shaking like a burnt leaf on the wind.

“I already knew what I needed to do.” Jamie nodded, immersed on his tale – finally able to share his terrible truth, a numbing dart to the poisonous beast that sat on his chest. “I made the decision the night we spoke on the phone – promised to myself I’d do it when I went to visit ye. But I couldn’t!” He closed his healthy hand on a fist, his body trembling from strong emotion. “I was weak. I couldna stop myself from loving ye again and again – knowing I couldna lie to yer body; swearing every time I touched ye would be the last. One last day of happiness – one last memory I could hold on to.”

Claire was openly crying by then, tears silently falling across her cheeks, witnesses of two broken hearts bleeding together into the world.

“I went to see Doctor Raymond one afternoon.” Jamie gulped. “I was hoping there might be another way. But he confirmed what I already knew – he told me ye were a natural healer, a potential brilliant surgeon, if ye were allowed to focus solely on that. He promised he would take care of you.” He finished softly.

“You told me you didn’t want me!” Claire repeated, lips quivering, her amber eyes open in shock.

“I thought I’d die from saying it. But ultimately I would say that and much worse, Claire.” He affirmed, his blue eyes moist but defiant. “I would deny God himself and Jesus on the cross for yer sake. I would disown my own heart and lungs. There’s no limit for what I’d do for ye to have peace, mo nighean donn.”

“It was not your choice to make!” She sobbed, slightly rocking herself on the chair. “My life, James Fraser. My fucking life. Our life…”

“Aye.” He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “It is that. But I canna say I regret it, Claire. Joe told me how many people you saved just today – how every young surgeon looks up to you now. It seems to me I made the right choice.”

“You don’t know a thing…” Claire hissed. “About what I went through. I barely made it…I was barely sane.” Her voice sounded like a woman drowning even to her own ears. “You wouldn’t even see me to sign the divorce papers, you sent Ned Gowan in your place…”

“I never said I wasna a coward.” Jamie admitted, slightly tilting his head. “I dinna trust myself not to fall on my knees and beg yer forgiveness. To tell ye right there and then of my wicked ways. To kiss ye and never let go. I hoped…” His voice broke. “You’d never have to see me again.”

“I thought you were in love with someone else.” Claire sobbed, closing her eyes to block the sight of his face, grimacing in pain. “I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing you laying with a faceless woman, whom you’d say everything you once said to me. Listening all your promises turning into lies.”

“There was never another woman.” He whispered, tears falling down his lashes. “There could never be another woman, Claire. I still wore yer wedding ring because – papers or no – I will forever be married to ye. I will always love ye, mo ghraidh.”

“I could never forgive you for this…” Claire entwined her hands, like a silent prayer for the ability to retrieve what had been lost between them. “You took away my choice. You traded our love for something I never wanted. You decided for us both.”

“Aye.” He swallowed hard – his voice hoarse and broken beyond repair. “But can ye honestly say I was wrong in thinking that this is the woman ye were meant to become? That by letting ye go I wasna in fact loving ye more than I ever could be keeping ye?” Jamie closed his eyes, whispering. “Mine are the sins of a lover. Ye were given to me, Claire – and I loved ye well.”

Could you do a Enoch x reader?  The reader is somewhat dead? (She’s ice cold, dark eyes, pale skin and has no heart beat yet she still acts human.) she posses the power to heal. Thank you            


“Flora, I told you to be careful” You scolded the girl and took her hand in your own. A steady stream of red blood oozed from the girl’s finger where the flower clippers had bit into her flesh.

You clicked your tongue against your teeth and shook your head. “here, let me.” You sighed and pressed your cold lips to the gash which sealed up instantly.

“There. now be more careful” You instructed her and dusted the soil off your knees and made for the house.

“Hey Olive.” You smiled at the ginger girl in the kitchen, “Where’s Enoch?”

“Where he always is.” she scoffed and tossed you an apple. Your paper white hand caught the fruit midair and tossed it a few times.

“Is he pouting?” you asked.

“No, just sulking like usual.”

“Of course.” You sighed and wandered up the stairs and into Enoch’s “workshop”. Leaning on the wooden door frame you took a hand bite out of the apple and chewed expectantly as your gaze landed on the boy siting cross legged on the floor.

“Hey there Handsome.” You greeted him and he didn’t even bother to look up before grunting.

“Can I come in?”

“Hm” He grunted again and your rolled your eyes before sitting next to him in silence, waiting for him to say or do something besides fiddle with his dolls.

“May, aren’t we articulate today.” You teased him and leaned forward and set your chin on his shoulder and cast your dark eyes up to him. “HellOoOo? You’re far away. Where are you?”

I’m… busy.” he spoke slowly.

“Can I bother you for a moment?” you asked. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Hm.” He simply grunted again and you sighed and laid flat on your back, pushing the door shut as you did.

“Eeeenooch” You sang, kicking off your shoes and rubbing your cold, pale feet against his thigh. “Your favorite girl could use some warming UuUup.”

“Not now, Y/N” he grumbled and you whined annoyingly.
“You know that never works.” He added, cutting you off.

Laying on the floor you sighed and rolled over on your side. You stared at him vacantly until he couldn’t stand the feeling of the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.

Dropping his tools he growled and glared at you. “Lose something?”

“I’m bored” you informed him.

“Read a book.”

“I’ve read them all.”

“Re-read one.”

You hummed and smiled before crawling toward him. “Enoch, do you know what my favorite story is?”

He sighed loudly and looked up. “What?”

Slipping yourself into his lap you laid on your back with a sly smirk. “The one where the prince wakes up Sleeping Beauty with a kiss.”

Enoch suppressed an annoyed smile and shifted a little but you were persistent.

Crossing your arms over your chest you closed your eyes and peeked out of one shyly before closing it again. “I’m waiting.”

Enoch sighed and eyed you laying across his lap before setting his tools aside.

“You’re really not going to stop until I pay attention to you, are you?”

“Uh uh.” You shook your head and kept your eyes shut as you felt him move slightly until his lips were pressed against yours.

As he pulled away you fluttered your  lashes and gasped dramatically. “My hero” You threw your arms around his neck and his scoffed to cover a laugh.

“You’re sure a dork”

“Yeah but you picked me anyway” You pointed out with a smirk, “come on, you’ve been couped up in this room all day. Let’s do something fun.”

He sighed and glanced around. “I have a counter offer,let’s do something fun without leaving the room.”

“OoOoOh” You giggled. “alright.”

If We Have Each Other

Pairings: Enoch x Reader

Summary: With too much happening in the peculiar world for you to abandon your newfound family, you decide to stay in the loop and help fight. Everyone is thrilled with your decision except Enoch and you can’t figure out why until he confesses something for you that you never even knew he had: feelings.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, listing the pros and cons of staying in the loop in your mind. Miss Peregrine and the others were patiently awaiting your decision and while it was easy for your brother Jacob, it was a lot harder for you for some reason. 

On one hand you could also see the hollows, a gift that seemed to run in the family, a gift that was vital for the other peculiars in this war. On the other hand, however, you would be leaving behind so much in the present. 

You weren’t like Jacob and you had people you cared about on the outside so much that leaving them forever seemed out of reach. A light knock on the door momentarily relieved you of your thoughts. 

“Miss Peregrine and the others are waiting downstairs whenever you’re ready.” Emma said and disappeared down the stairs to join them. Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you left Emma’s bedroom and made your way downstairs.

All eyes turned to you and chatter died down as you entered the kitchen. “(Y/N), there is a war coming that we will have to prepare for and we need to know where you stand.” Miss Peregrine stated.

“I’ve decided to stay and help fight.” you said, your voice coming out a lot stronger than you expected. Jacob and Emma smiled at you and the younger children rejoiced. “That’s wonderful.” Miss Peregrine cooed.

Everyone seemed thrilled to hear you were staying. Well, almost everyone. As soon as you had delivered your news Enoch headed up to his room with a loud sigh. You didn’t understand why he was upset but you thought you’d find out.

You had never been one for confrontation but Enoch’s attitude had been a constant problem for you lately. He was meaner than usual, always ready to tell you what you were doing wrong and sure to notice your mistakes.

“Enoch, I’m coming in and there’s nothing you can say to stop me.” you said firmly, opening his door and waltzing right in. He said nothing, just looked over at you. “Listen, I know that you hate me but I don’t know why. I haven’t done anything to you! I thought that we could be friends but I guess I was wrong.”

“Hate you?” he asked, concern heavy in his tone. “I don’t hate you, (Y/N), I envy you.” he admitted. “Envy me?” you asked, not buying it. “Yes, envy you. You have a life outside of this loop. You have a family and friends, you’re not stuck here like the rest of us but you’re willing to give it all up.” he said.

“I’m not giving it up, I’m staying to fight.” you said, getting angry with him. “You don’t understand what it’s like to want to help people…To care about people.” you added.  

“I do.” he defended but you continued. “No you really don’t. You-” “I love you.” he interrupted, leaving you speechless. “And I don’t want to see you get hurt because of us…because of me.”

“Enoch, I…” you were suddenly at a loss for words which was unlike you. “I didn’t know.” you finally said. “Well you never asked.” he smiled. “I love you too. And everything will be alright if we have each other.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Enoch said, going back to his original self. “Oh shhh.” you said and pulled him closer to you, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

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Abe: “And on the island”,

*holds up picture of Enoch*

Abe, me, Jesus, some other people: “ Was this salty ass bitch named Enoch, never really liked Enoch, fuck Enoch. Him and his ugly ass dolls he never got any damn sleep, the little fucker. Liked pickin’ on the little kids, too. Ugly ass creep he was. Fuck him.”