New One - part 2 - Enoch O'Connor imagine (request)
a/n: uuhhh the gif partly goes with this storyline i guess eheh
characters: reader, enoch and all the other peculiars, miss peregrine
warnings: none serious. the only warning is that the children are all in accurate ages (like in the books) except enoch AND the reader is emma’s age. :)
y/n felt like she belonged somewhere. she had spent about three months at the children’s home, in the loop. although she didn’t exactly know for how long she’d been here, but she always asked miss peregrine. there were very few things the lady didn’t know. but she knew that y/n missed her parents a little bit, only a little. but each of the children did.
y/n had grown to love the children, she thought they were the sweetest people she had ever met. the children, of course, loved her just as much and her peculiarity, too. she was always playing tricks on her house mates without getting into any serious trouble.
enoch always watched the bunch from afar, in his room. he was always making new things alive to entertain himself and sometimes y/n, too. he loved to see her smile and laugh and have joy on her features. enoch also denied these thoughts when he remembered about them. but he could never tear his eyes from y/n, the smiling purple-haired girl playing with the children.
to enoch, y/n looked really beautiful in her pink dress. it was simpler than simple, a static pastel pink dress that reached her mid thigh and had a white collar around her neck. her purple hair perfectly stood out on the school girl vibe the dress made and her blue eyes shone in the contrast.
enoch sighed, looking out his window at y/n and the children playing. she was laughing, her mouth wide open with her tongue and teeth showing, cheerful sounds coming out of it. enoch grinned. the girl seemed to sense that someone was looking at her and she looked around, the dress slightly whirling in the air around y/n’s legs. her eyes searched the place around her, and when she looked up, her eyes found enoch in his room window.
she reached her arm out and waved at enoch, smiling. he returned the favour with a slight grin, but then turned his back when he realised the girl had caught him watching her. his eyes widened as he cursed slapped himself mentally multiple times. bloody hell.
the thing about y/n and enoch - over the few months, they had grown closer. they were best friends, but nobody believed it wasn’t more than that. the other boys noticed how y/n looked at enoch and the other girls noticed how enoch looked at y/n. they would tease y/n about it, but daren’t do it to enoch because he would probably flip and throw human guts at anyone who teased him.
the way enoch looked at y/n and vice versa was not telling any lies. they really did feel something in them towards each other, like a feeling. it made funny things appear in their tummies and smile all the time. they wanted to be more than friends, more than best friends. but that couldn’t be possible.
i mean, y/n was so insecure about herself. she hardly made herself put on that pink dress, she wasn’t confident about herself. y/n really liked enoch, but she thought - how could he ever like a girl like herself? she was nothing, a nobody. just a girl who could float things with her mind. and enoch was… everything y/n had thought of as a perfect guy. she saw through his wall of hating everything and everyone, she saw how much of a heart he had. either a beating one or not. he was a sweet guy.
enoch, of course, thought that any guy could replace him. y/n could go back to her time, her life and family. find someone who is better than enoch, who can give her more, who can actually be there. y/n was so perfect, in every way possible, but enoch was… enoch. a faded memory from the past. an old mind and soul trapped into a body of a sixteen year old boy. he was nothing. y/n would eventually find someone better than enoch, because she could still live like a normal person, unlike enoch.
y/n turned back to horace and millard. “i’ll go upstairs.” the young boys snickered.
“to find enoch, i suppose.” horace said.
“stop teasing, wonderboy.” y/n said and brushed out horace’s perfect blonde hair.
“see you later, y/n.” millard said as horace fixed his hair and the girl walked towards the gothic house. her legs carried her like an angel up the stairs, although they were slipped into slightly dirty sneakers. a memo from her real life. previous life, as she had decided.
y/n walked down to enoch’s room and knocked on the door politely. they were best friends and y/n would bolt through the door with a dramatic entrance, but not if it was enoch. he liked patterns and order, so y/n always politely started their conversations.
“come in.” she heard from his room. y/n opened the door and of course - saw enoch leaning against his shelves of bottled organs. he wore his grey sweater and white shirt underneath, gloved hands in the pockets of his pants.
“hey.” she said with a polite smile. enoch gave her a quick smile. “i feel like you have something new to show me.” y/n stated and the boy nodded, a curl falling on his forehead. “so do. i wanna see.” she locked her arms before her.
enoch turned around and sat at his working desk, patting y/n’s chair for her to sit down. she was so often watching enoch work that there were two chairs to his desk in front of one. it was a simple stool, but special to y/n and enoch.
the boy opened a bottle and took out the corpse of a frog. “hold your breath, it stinks loads.” he warned. y/n pinched her nose as enoch placed the small corpse on the working table in front of them. the frog wasn’t the bright green like living ones, it had shades of blue and grey all over its body. lifeless.
enoch took a tiny beating heart between his fingers and put it inside the cut up frog. the two teens were looking at it intently, waiting for the corpse to move its chest up in breaths. for a couple of minutes, they waited but nothing happened.
enoch groaned and threw his fist at the table, making everything on it tremble and shake. it took y/n by surprise, too and she looked over at her friend. his eyebrows were furrowed together, almost in a knot and his eyes were focusing on nothing in front of him.
“enoch…” she reached out and touched his shoulder and he immediately drew away from the girl.
“don’t pity me.” he said with his back facing y/n. “i don’t need that. i just need to do things right… make them alive again.” enoch spoke. “but i can’t. why can’t i?” he said and turned back to y/n with a pained expression on his sharp, but soft features. y/n sighed quietly and took his hand in hers.
“did you want to show it to me? or just show someone in particular?”
“i wanted to entertain you. i like seeing you entertained.” enoch said in a sad tone that sounded a bit like disappointment. y/n smiled at him.
“why is that so?”
“well, that…” enoch said with glassy eyes. “it makes me feel some sort of way. like it’s filling me up.”
“does it make you feel happy?”
their faces were closer to each other than ever have been. y/n’s and enoch’s breaths were quiet. they looked at each other intently and y/n thought, this seems like an opportunity. i could show him how i feel. and maybe he feels the same.
she inched closer to enoch’s lips and it seemed like he was waiting for her to do it, wanted her to. but he wasn’t moving himself. when their lips were just a millimetre apart, enoch turned away.
oh, no, y/n thought, i’ve ruined it all.
“i’m…” enoch started to say, but then he sighed. “sorry, it’s just… i didn’t want you to stop, i just don’t feel-” he doesn’t feel the same way “-like you would want us to do this, i…”
“what?” y/n asked in a whisper.
“it’s just… oh dear bird.” enoch groaned. there was so much he wanted to say, but it would take ages. “we can’t be… that. we can’t be together. we’re totally different. and it’s not appropriate of me to think of you in another way, i’m…” he sighed again, “i’m so much older than you. i’m eight four years old, for bird’s sake. and you’re sixteen. i can’t… offer you the things people in your real time can, i-”
y/n stopped enoch’s blabbering by turning the boy’s head back in her direction and connecting their lips. they were both fulfilled.
it felt so nice, so… completed to have her lips on enoch’s. it felt like sparks were flying around. enoch raised his eyebrows in slight shock and surprise that her lips felt ten times better than he had ever imagined.
both their lips were unexperienced, but they didn’t feel it. all they needed to feel was their lips connecting and nothing else would matter at that moment.
he pulled away after a moment, giving y/n a questioning gaze. “what did that mean?”
y/n chuckled. “that meant i don’t care. i don’t care your mind and other psychological things are five times older than i am, i don’t care if there are better guys than you in the real time. i’m here now. you’re here now. and i will be here for however long i want to, and i’m staying with you. we’re both here and if we feel the way we do about each other, then there’s nothing stopping us from being this, from being together.”
after y/n spoke, she thought she was dreaming. enoch’s face lit up in smile so wide y/n thought his skin would crack like old paper. she had never seen enoch smile that wide, or smile in general. and it looked so perfect, his eyes sparkling a lighter brown made it all even more perfect.