English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.
A/N: I don’t even know.
Characters: movie!Enoch/fem!reader. Jacob is mentioned.
Word Count: 1912 words.
(Y/N) couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a new
person since she’d arrived in Miss Peregrine’s loop, she’d grown used to the
routine, and Jacob’s arrival was a big deal for her, in a good way. The girl
was grateful to see a new face among her friends.
As soon as she saw him, she felt tempted to start a
friendship with him, and that was exactly what she did, spending the rest of
the afternoon with him and Emma, even if the girl had to have gone to help
someone with something, leaving Jacob and (Y/N) walking in the garden while
they talked. The girl didn’t think that much could come of it, at least until
she got into her boyfriend’s room, Enoch.
It wasn’t hard to realize that something was wrong, from the
moment she stepped on her feet she noticed that he seemed to be ignoring her
presence there, making the girl frown. He was sitting on his bed, staring at
the floor, as if it was a super interesting thing. What was that about?
“Hey.” she said, slowly approaching him. Enoch slowly lifted
his head toward her, pretending to realize only now she had entered the room.
“Oh (Y/N), to what do I owe the honour of your
visit?” he asked, his voice revealing the obvious anger he felt at the
moment. “Wouldn’t you rather be snogging that Jacob kid?”
Warnings: has a very subtle mention of sexual stuff
Word Count: 1039 words.
(Y/N) snuggled her head against the pillow when she felt
herself start to Wake up, slowly opening her eyes, seeing herself in bed. The
girl frowned before finally yawning, finally sitting down. She managed to get a
better view of the room, seeing Enoch sitting at his desk while doing something
on his dolls, without looking up at the girl. (Y/N) cleared her throat loudly
to try to catch his attention, which didn’t seem to have worked, since he didn’t
react at all.
“Good Morning.” she said, trying to get his attention once
“Morning” he murmured, still looking closely at
what he was doing.
(Y/N) watched him for another few seconds, waiting for him
to stop to talk to her, which didn’t happen, making her feel frustrated. She
glanced quickly across the floor of the room.
“Where are they?” she asked, searching the covers.
“I don’t know.” he shrugged. “They’re yours, aren’t
(Y/N) grimaced, but she didn’t have much time to feel
affected by the boy’s words since she was already looking for her clothes again,
which she found under the bed. The girl dressed them quickly, returning to sit
on the bed and looking at Enoch, hoping he would show a little interest in her.
(Y/N) stood up, walking slowly around the room. “I think I’ll
be going.” Enoch had responded with a murmur of agreement, making her growl
low, feeling her heart ache lightly and walking toward the door, stopping when
she reached it and turning to the boy when he spoke again.
“The others are going to go out for that walk in the
afternoon, wouldn’t you like to pay me a visit during this?” he hadn’t
even looked up at her.
“Are you kidding me?” her voice rose, and (Y/N) was
almost sure it was the loudly she had ever spoken in Enoch’s presence ever
since they met. That finally seemed to have caught his attention. “I
really tried, Enoch. I like you and you know it.” she moved closer to his desk,
leaning toward him. "And it’s not cool the way you’ve been playing with
me. Sweet at night and an asshole in the morning. Either you start to treat me
the right way or I’m going to get out of that door and never come back!”
The boy stared at her for a few more seconds, opening his
mouth slightly, seeming to decide carefully what his next words would be. “Close
the door when you leave.” he said, looking back at his doll.
(Y/N) stared at him for a few seconds, not sure how to
react. He had just rejected her in her face. She had thought that if she called
his attention to this issue, he would make an effort to fix things up. It seemed
she was wrong.
The words continued to haunt her for the rest of the morning
while she was outside, leaning against a tree, watching the other children have
fun together. What the hell was that boy’s problem? Images from the night
before began to go through her head.
How much Enoch had made sure to be kind to her. How his
hands alternated between holding firmly around her hips and stroking them when
he knew he was being too rough. His lips kissing her all over lovingly, making
her feel beautiful, loved. How Enoch seemed to care as much about her pleasure
as his. Or his husky voice moaning her name as he neared his climax. How he had
held her close to him after they had finished, a rare little smile on his lips.
So why couldn’t he continue the same way the next morning?
Why did he seem to care about her in one moment and not anymore right after?
(Y/N) frowned, her eyes unconsciously searching for the
boy’s window. Enoch stood there, looking directly at her. His expression showed
discomfort and indecision. His eyes lowered before he looked at her one last
time and close the curtain.
The girl sighed, leaning more against the tree, watching
Hugh and Millard as they played ball, complaining to each other that they were
cheating. Suddenly, a movement near the door of the house caught her attention.
Enoch was going outside, which wasn’t exactly usual for him. (Y/N) looked away,
watching the other two boys playing, pretending not to notice the O'Connor boy
heading toward her. But that made it difficult when he sat next to her.
He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, the two sitting
side by side in a silence that was, in a way, comforting. (Y/N) felt Enoch’s
finger brushing against hers, sending chills all over her body. He slowly and
gently took her hand in his, awkwardly entwining their fingers.
"I didn’t mean-” he started, making her turn her head
to him. “I’m not good at it-“ the boy seemed to be struggling with his
words. "I’m sorry, I-” Enoch took a deep breath, looking directly at
her. “I like you, (Y/N). I really do.” an involuntary smile appeared on
her face. "I’m just not used to it yet.”
(Y/N) nodded slightly at him, squeezing his hand.
"You’ll try to be nicer, won’t you?”
Enoch gave her a little smile, nodding. “If you allow me.”
Her smile widened, giving the answer the boy needed. He
moved his hand away from hers, hesitantly wrapping his arm around her waist,
pulling her closer to him. (Y/N) leaned her head on Enoch’s shoulder.
“Oh, would you look at that.” Hugh’s voice was heard, making
the couple notice that they were being watched by him and Millard.
“Get out of here, will you?” Enoch murmured
against her hair.
“Just don’t snog in public, please.” Millard
warned before he and Hugh left to continue playing, and though he couldn’t be
seen, it was clear that he had a smirk on his face.
As if only for the boy to have said it and for Enoch’s need
to not to follow what the invisible boy said, Enoch lifted (Y/N)’s chin gently,
pressing his lips against hers several times, in passionate kisses, he pressing
his forehead against hers. “So you’re going to stay here while the others
are on the walk?”
So her strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave her a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.
Fandom: Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children
Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x Reader
A/N: I’m going to say this is the Enoch from the movie with looks and age, but the Enoch from the books in personality and other character ages. (*cough* Olive *cough*) This is my first one-shot on this account, but I have much more on my personal account at @officialxdork. Enjoy!
“Jacob? Miss Peregrine wants to speak with you,” Emma called, walking down into the basement. Jacob nodded and left with the blonde fire-pillar. I waited until I couldn’t hear the pairs of footsteps on the staircase to speak.
“They’re cute together, don’t you think, Enoch?” I asked, a smile on my face.
“Yeah, yeah. It was very cute when he flirted with you in the garden,” Enoch grumbled under his breath. He continued to toy with his lob of clay, attempting to mould a new homunculus. I let out a small sigh, looking around the room I’d seen a thousand times. The walls were lined with jars of pickled organs. Mostly hearts. A wide variety in size.
“He wasn’t flirting with me,” I said.
“Sure, you just keep telling yourself that,” the boy in the in front of me muttered, still fiddling with his clay.
“Oh, is little Enoch jealous?” I cooed, walking up to the pouting boy. He set down his work.
“Of course not.” HIs accent thickened with the lie.
“Don’t worry, Enoch. Jacob isn’t my type anyway,” I smiled, sitting on his lap. He leant back in his chair to look at me.
“You have a type?” He asked.
“Contrary to popular belief, yes. I do,” I smiled. “I like boys with pale skin and rosy cheeks. and pouty, soft lips. Perfect for kissing.”
I stopped talking for a moment to place a sweet kiss on his lips.
“I also like boys with dark hair. Preferably with little curls to run my hands through.” I did the action as the words left my mouth, resting my arms around his neck when finished.
“Oh really?” Enoch asked, a hint of a smile on his features. A very rare occurrence for sure.
“Yes. I also like brown eyes. reminds me of chocolate.” I stood up and place a light kiss on the crown of his head. He sat in silence, a cherry hue colouring his cheeks. “If you happen to meet anyone like that, tell them that a date is in order.”
I turned around and headed for the stairs but just before I reached the top, I stopped. “Oh and, I also seem to have a thing for dead-risers.” A smirk plastered onto my mouth. I’m sure his face was strawberry red in his stunned silence, but I didn’t turn around to check as I walked out of the basement.
“(Y/N)!” I heard his familiar voice shout from down the hall. I was right in front of my room. I stopped and waited for Enoch to catch up.
“I think I know someone who meets your requirements,” he said.
“Oh, yeah? Did you tell them about the date?” I asked, smiling up at him.
“Yes, and they would love to go on a picnic with you,” Enoch responded. I smiled even wider if that was even possible.
“That sounds lovely. Tell this dream boy to meet me in the garden tomorrow for lunch,” I replied, happily placing a kiss on Enoch’s pale cheek.
A smile graced his lips, showing off his pearly whites. A very unusual but very welcome sight.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and leant in close. So close, that his nose was brushing against my own. I moved in until our lips almost touched and I could feel his breath on my face. Then I pulled away and turned to go, leaving an extremely disappointed Enoch.
The necromancer grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him, a smirk on his face.
“You are such a tease,” he said as he leant in and kissed me. His hands found my hips while mine entangled in his hair.
“Hey lovebirds! Stop snogging and come to dinner!” A small girl’s voice said. Both Enoch and I looked up to the ceiling and saw a laughing Olive. That little spy was almost as bad as Millard.
“Yeah, you’re going to be late,” an invisible voice sounded. Speak of the devil.
Enoch groaned but I just laughed, intertwining our fingers and walking down to the dining room. An eternity with Enoch didn’t sound too bad. But the spying would get old.
Summary: You’re a former mercenary turned Avenger who joins the team after fighting, and defeating, each member that tried to recruit you. You’re confident in your abilities and even challenge the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. A battle of egos ensues and it’s Bucky that fights to get your attention but you’re a professional and won’t fall easy for his charm.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 3266 Warnings: None A/N: Alrighty so I decided to split this in two parts cause damn, I’m such a wordy mess!! I hope you like it, let me know! Posting the second half tomorrowlol. ❤
“How the hell does
she keep getting away?!” Tony shouted at no one in particular as he paced the floor. He
didn’t like getting bested by anyone but he really didn’t like
that the whole team had their asses handed to them.
professional, Tony,” Steve said, putting two more ice packs on his
knees and wincing slightly as he adjusted them.
Tony stopped walking
and looked bewildered at the blonde man. “Yeah? And what the hell
are we? We’ve only saved the planet a handful of times but we can’t
take down some nimble little assassin?!” His angry words echoed
throughout the cavernous lounge of the Avengers compound.