One-shots [Crush x Reader]

Cloudy With A Chance Of Books♡

"Excuse me, miss?"

Your eyes flicker up to the seemingly bashful male; his lips are tugged into a shy smile followed with shuffling feet. "Yes?" you ask in a soft voice as your eyes trail to his name tag. Seems to be a worker here..

"I-I'm sorry but I hope you don't mind moving to that table over there." He uses his pointer finger to point to the table he's referring to. Your eyes follow his finger and you simply nod, wordlessly treading to the empty table.

From the corner of your eye, you observe him cleaning the table; the once dusty, chestnut table is now pristine. The worker shuffles over to you and sends you the same shy smile from before. "You can sit there again, if you would like.."

Laughing lightly you say, "Thank you for cleaning the table for me, (C/N)." Settling down at your original seat, you proceed to where you left off on your essay.

This is going to be a long day..

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"Hey, wake up..!"

"Huh..? Where am I?" you murmur groggily and rub the sleep from your eyes, lifting your head up. Your bleary eyes meet with a pair of (C/E/C) ones as a weary yawn escape your lips.

The once clear and sunny sky is now transformed into pitch black with numerous specks of twinkling stars. Scanning the desolate library, you realize that you and the worker are the only ones here.

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Your attention falls back onto the male.

He rub his arm and avert his gaze to the ground. "I'm sorry.. I saw you sleeping so peacefully and I didn't want to wake you up."

You can't help but smile warmly at the agitated male. "Thank you, but it would've been nice if you woke me up." Gesturing toward your essay, you proceed. "This is due tomorrow, but the library is closed now I presume?"

Worried eyes gaze at you as a string of apologies follow. Heaving a sigh, you interrupt (C/N). "Don't be sorry, it isn't your fault. I hope you don't mind if I check out a book before leaving?"

"Go ahead.." He manages a small, shy smile and disappears into an aisle. You too tread into an aisle, scanning the array of books. Your fingertips brush against the spines as book titles escape your lips in whispers.

Nothing.

Viewing the top row, you discern a familiar title. Tiptoeing, you attempt to reach for the book; your fingertips barely brush the spine.

Feeling determined, you tiptoe once more and leap for the book. Success! Kind of..

You inadvertently grab ahold of another book along with the one you were aiming for. Taking a stumbling step backwards, you prepare for the inevitable crash on the ground.

A swift movement flash before your eyes. Both books land in an open palm; the other is wrapped around your waist.

"Thanks.." You breathe out shakily. (C/N) lifts you to your feet and presents the book to you, planting the other one back to its position.

"Did you know that there is a step stool over there..?" He motion with his head to where the step stool is at.

"Oh.."