One shots || Micheal Afton x Reader ➷

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Fluff November, day one;

You would always go to this library that was local to your town, constantly checking out books and returning them the next week.

It was a routine at this point, the librarians knew you by heart.

This one particular, chilly evening, you we're heading towards the library.

The winter breeze nipped away at your face, weaving through your hair and sinking into your bones. You buried your hands into the pockets of your coat, longing for some kind of warmth in this excruciating weather.

You eventually approach the library with the snow crunching under you, you push open the rusted wood doors before stepping in. It wasn't to much warmer, warm enough to keep you alive.

You begin to walk over to your usual section, looking for that one book you had read an excerpt of online. A libertarian waved to you.

A few minutes pass and you find the book, you attempted to pull it out but this slender and frigid hand touches yours at the same time.

The person next to you—which you didn't even know he was there—let's out a nervous chuckle and slides his hand away.

You turn to look at the man. "Oh, er, sorry, I suppose you can have it, didn't mean to butt in y'know." The man's British accent was prominent, he let out another nervous chuckle.

The man standing next to you had dark brunette hair with glistening grey eyes, his skin pale possibly due to the lack of sun during this dull winter, a meek smile curled at the corners of his lips, dimples digging into the corners of his rosy cheeks.

You offer a small smile. "Oh, well you were here first, you should have it." You insisted simply. You pull the book out of its place and hand it to the nervous man.

The man stammered with reluctance before letting out a small sigh and shaking his head, slightly dissatisfied. "I mean, only if you insist." The man paused for a moment, taking in consideration. "Before I go...what's your name?" The man asked coyly.

"Y/N." You answer slowly, unsure of what his intentions were.

The man nodded as his gaze fixated on you. "Thank you, Y/N." He gave a curt nod before walking off.

You stand there confused, unsure of what had just happened or what even that interaction was.

The next week.

You walk into the library the next week, hoping they had your go to book.

You ponder around for a minute, searching a few shelves before Riley, your favorite librarian, appeared with a cheeky grin.

"Y/N, Y/N, I got something for you." She crooned quietly, shaking the book she held in her hands in front of your face.

You let out a groan and waved her hands away. "Did you have to do that—what is it anyways?" You grumbled and shifted your weight uncomfortably.

Riley smiled and let out a small childish giggle. "Ok, so after you left the other day this man—super tall. Came up to the counter with this book." Riley held up the book.

You scan over the cover, author and the front cover, astonished, before Riley giggles even more. "He reserved the book for you, Y/N!" Riley exclaimed excitedly before someone went; "Shhhhhh!"

Riley quickly shut up and covered her mouth with her hand, preventing herself from speaking anymore, the grin on her face growing.

You look at Riley, confused, astonished. "What man?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at the book she held before taking it into your own hands.