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random oneshot I wrote cuz yES

Enoch O'Connor x Gn!reader

This was purely out of boredom, does not go with the story line at all, I just had the vibe. It might be a sad oneshot, you never know. Anywho, let us begin. Please note the oneshot is purely from Enoch's point of view, and is in a modern AU, important information peOPLE. Anyway, enjoy!

I recommend listening to 'Out Like a Light,' by Honeysticks while reading, just because it's a nice song and I love it. That should be reason enough. Did you know it's national whipped cream day?

This is just a part 1 , cuz I was too lazy to add more cuz I'm tired. I might give y'all the part two later, idk tho.

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Enoch's POV;

This was all Jacob's fault, as were most things. That damn idiot was the reason I was lost amid a bustling crowd of people in some mall somewhere, having no idea how I had gotten separated from the others, and wondering if I should be happy I would probably never see them again.

Anyway, I was shorter than pretty much everyone else around me, and getting jostled and bumped by every person within a square inch of me wasn't fun. I couldn't see over practically anyone, and all that I could see was mostly the blurred images of people rushing by.

Suddenly, someone crashed into me and I was knocked to the floor. I was about to shout some sort of profanity at them as they ran off, then realized they hadn't.

They were still standing over me, reaching down a hand to help me up and babbling about how sorry they were. Normally, I would just say something rude and walk off, not accepting their help, but some stupid thing kept me rooted in place, sitting on the ground, staring up at whoever they were.

Suddenly, they kneeled to the ground beside me, a worried look on their face. "Are you ok- oh no did I hit you so hard you're in shock goddammit Y/n- God, I'm so sorry-" they rambled on, and I blinked and muttered something.

"What was that?" they asked, their attention snapping to me, an earnest look in their eyes.

"I said I'm alright," I replied, my face growing hot as I wondered why they cared so much they had knocked me down. I attempted to get up, almost falling over again, but this person- Y/n?- grabbed my arm and steadied me.

"Here," they said, "Let me help you,"

"I-thanks." I replied gruffly, wondering why I didn't hate them for it. I despised most people for purely existing, but for some reason I couldn't hate them. I mean, they had been kind enough to apologize profusely for knocking me down, and even helped me up. But usually I would still despise a person even after they did that.

I had zoned out, I realized, on Y/n's face, and now I cursed myself for it. They probably thought I was weird, if they hadn't already. I shook my head and immediately regretted it, because they raised an eyebrow at my antics and now I just felt stupid.

"You have a cute nose," They suddenly said, out of the blue. "Sorry- my name is Y/n, by the way," they said, reaching out their hand for me to shake. I blinked again and shook it, muttering my name under my breath.

"What was that?" Y/n asked, "Sorry- I'm sort of deaf." I snorted.

"Clearly," I replied, "And Enoch."

"Huh?"

"My name is Enoch,"

"Oh," Y/n said, looking at me thoughtfully, "I like it. Your name. It's cute," they grinned down at me, and I felt myself turn bright red and decided that shriveling up and dying would be a great thing to do right now.