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When she wrote these words in that little cafe in Edinburgh, JK Rowling could never have known how true they would become.

Enoch: *acts like a little bitch*

Me: Cute.

Enoch: *is rude to people*

Me: Precious.

Enoch: *literally destroys everything*

Me: What a guy :^)

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“I wouldn’t dream of working on something that didn’t make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode.”

Happy birthday to the bold and brilliant Kate Winslet. ❤️

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.

Like I Do | Enoch O’Connor X Reader

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.

Warnings: Smut.

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?”

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Play Date | Enoch O’Connor X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: I’m kind of busy with school these days, so I decided to post something short that I wrote during my classes.

Characters: movie!Enoch/fem!reader, Millard, Hugh.

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 more.

“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.

“They what?”

“My clothes.”

“I don’t know.” he shrugged. “They’re yours, aren’t they?”

(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. Nothing.

(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?”


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Word Count: 802

Fandom: Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x Reader

Request(s): None

Warning(s): None

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.

Love is For Children (1/2)

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

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Originally posted by spiderliliez

“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.

“She’s a 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.

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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.”

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! :)

anonymous asked:

Hi angel ur blog is my haven ive read thru all your posts and it all so beautiful! *ugly shrieking* can i ask for the boys s/o turned into a child? Imagine them dealing with her raucous and mischief omgee 😆😆

Oh, you call me an Angel.  (❁´▽`❁) Thank you for stopping by, love, The boys can’t even take care of themselves, let’s just throw a baby in there for the hell of it!

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“Y/N! Are you okay!”

The purple smoke begun to clear the battlefield, fighting against a new form of deamon who seemed to make it’s mission to go after you, and you alone.  Only to toss something in your direction, before leaving.

“Y/n!”

All four men crowded around the spot that you were last seen, only to stare in shock at the child sitting there in your clothes, no  more than 2 years old.

“Well…”

“Shit.”

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Noctis

“Because you love her.” Noctis found himself repeating to himself, possibly for the tenth time in the last hour. He only had to suffer through 3 more hours of your 24 hours curse before he had back his girlfriend, rather than this deamon spawn you had become.

When you had first turned, the five of you all climbed into the car, you sitting between himself and Gladiolus as you normally did. Noctis’s arm wrapped tightly around your small waist to ensure you didn’t go flying should Ignis suddenly break. The Prince begun to doze off slightly, only to feel you climb into his lap.

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