I’ve read so many of your posts and am awed by your writing! You write so detailed and I can tell the effort you pour into writing! You really nail characters and their personalities!
(Note: If you can’t write Enoch could please due sick male reader with hannigram or something with Bill and Stu with Y/N (together)?)
(note: male reader plz)
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enoch o' connor x male reader
authors note: I surely can! Enoch, for me, is kinda of a comfort character because ever since I read the books in middle school, I've always found his character so interesting and complex. He's a boy who came from another loop and is sooo misunderstood. Anyways, I just wrote this on a whim because why can I totally see this happening?
synopsis: The kids accidentally break one of Enoch’s prized creations and, terrified of his temper, beg you to tell him instead.
You knew something was up the second you walked into the parlor and saw every single kid in the house lined up like they’d been caught in the act. Hugh was avoiding eye contact. Olive was fiddling with her gloves . Even Bronwyn—sweet, gentle Bronwyn—looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.
“What did you do?”
A chorus of “nothing” went off, which only confirmed your suspicion.
Emma sighed, stepping forward like she’d been nominated as spokesperson. “Okay, so something of Enoch’s may have gotten…broken.”
Your stomach sank. “Broken how?”
Millard’s voice chimed in, “The how isn’t important—”
“It is very important.”
Claire piped up from the back, “It was the little music box he made. The one with the skeleton that dances.”
You groaned.
The kids exchanged quick glances, and before you could say anything else, Olive blurted, “We thought maybe you could tell him?”
“Why me?”
Bronwyn shuffled her feet. “Because, well, he doesn’t yell at you.”
“He yells at me all the time.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Hugh muttered under his breath.
You pointed a finger at them. “You’re all insane. This is Enoch we’re talking about. Enoch.”
Emma crossed her arms. “Exactly. Which is why we need you.”
It didn’t take long for you to realize there was no escaping this, not when all their guilty faces were practically pleading with you. So, with a deep breath, you headed down to Enoch’s workroom.
“Come in.” his voice drawled when you knocked. He was hunched over his workbench, fiddling with a doll’s porcelain face. He didn’t look up until you cleared your throat.
“Uh…so…” you began, rubbing the back of your neck, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
His eyes finally met yours. “Go on.”
You braced yourself. “The kids accidentally broke your music box. The one with the dancing skeleton.”
There was a long pause. You could almost see the moment his jaw tightened, his fingers stilling on the doll. Normally, this was where the storm would hit, but instead, he sighed softly and set the doll down.
“Was it an accident?” You nodded. “Then it’s fine.”
“...It’s fine?”
“Yes, Y/N. It’s fine.” He leaned back in his chair, shrugging like this was no big deal. “I can make another one.”
You waited for the sarcasm, the cutting remark, but it never came. Enoch just looked at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them, like the whole thing really was no trouble at all.
“Well, okay then,” you said slowly, still half in disbelief. “Uh, sorry anyway.”
He smirked faintly. “You don’t have to apologize. Just tell them to be more careful next time.”
You didn’t even make it to the kitchen before you were ambushed. “So?” Olive demanded.
You blinked. “So what?”
“He didn’t yell at you, did he?” Hugh pressed, buzzing faintly with bees as if they were in on the gossip.
“No…?”
Emma grinned like she’d just solved a mystery. “Told you. He’s got a crush on you.”
Your face heated instantly. “What? No. Absolutely not.”
Bronwyn tilted her head innocently. “Then why didn’t he get mad? He gets mad when I so much as move something an inch.”
“Because it was an accident!” you protested.
“Uh-huh,” Millard’s disembodied voice said. “Sure, and next you’ll tell us it’s totally normal for Enoch to smile at someone for more than two seconds.” They all stared at you with smug, knowing expressions.
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There's little talk about how uncomfortable it must be to live with Millard at times.
Think about it, he's a 17-year-old guy who spends most of his time naked in the same environment as 13-year-old boys and 6/8-year-old girls. Even if it's not visible, that doesn't make the situation any less unpleasant. You can be sure Jacob wasn't the first to accidentally sit on Millard's lap ☠️
Besides the fact that he was a stalker, ever since Abe was in the loop, Millard had a habit of following his friends and observing everything they did during the day. Lack of privacy and paranoia should be part of everyday life; after all, it's difficult to keep a secret when someone invisible might have seen what you did.
The request for Millard to get dressed isn't just about the indecent exposure; it's also to let others know where Millard is, to avoid accidents, and to be aware of his privacy. It is unacceptable for a young adult to walk around naked in an environment with girls, pre-teens, and children. Millard acts as if the request to get dressed is an attack on his individuality, when in reality it's the most sensible thing to do.
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