#flaxenbibliophile

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3. “What if I told you, I want you to be mine?”

The Rosedale Library proved to be a better place than Leon thought it would be. Though it was in a less developed area, the spread of books available was surprisingly vast. The people that frequented the library were also fairly interesting. 

One who’d caught his eye was a particularly studious girl, who he’d seen pouring over texts, hardly breaking her concentration. Someone like that might be useful. Simple things to begin with, book keeping and the like. God knew Flannel couldn’t sit still enough to do anything of the sort. 

He’d done worse things than try to get people to work for the mafia. Shutting the book he had in hand, he walked over and slid into the seat next to her. Casually propping his head against his fist, he asked, “What if I told you, I want you to be mine?”

[bolinesque]

flaxenbibliophile:

What was that?

He was probably making fun of her; she’d accidentally (drunkenly)smooched him and now he was out for vengeance. Her face burned and god, ew, why! Was she supposed to be this easy to rile up?

“D–Don’t do that,” she hissed. “This face is a no-no zone.”

“—What are you telling people a yes-yes zone is, THEN?!” Of course, this hadn’t been his original question, but there it was.

“FIRST THING FIRST—I’m not drunk! BUT. I had a tiny thought that could help you. Like, maaaaybe you were more forward than you thought—since—you know, the other night, you—BUT, ANYWAY. The test results are in and I guess it was a wrong tiny thought. …Unless you’re sick. Are you sick?! No? OKAY, no more tiny thoughts. Maybe mini thoughts from now on.”

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[Text:] U ![Text:] I’TS UR FAULT[Text:] BECAUSE OF U I LOST MY MOJO[Text:] U WERE SO MEAN TO ME [Text:] IM DRUNK AND ALONE AND ITS ALL UR FAULT!

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flaxenbibliophile:

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

She seemed irate. It almost made Inaba want to laugh.

“Oh? Your general presence in the hallway says otherwise. Are you both aware that you’re not dating?”

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17: Goofy Kiss

“Maka, you have ice cream on your nose” Miyuki says with a chuckle before licking a piece of his ice cream off his spoon/

“Here?” Maka asks as she wipes over her nose with the back of her hand.

“Nope. To the left” Miyuki says.

“Did I get it now?” Maka asks as she wipes another part of her nose.

“Nope. Here let me help you” he says before grabbing a napkin. He leans closer to her and raises the napkin up to her nose but before he wipes it he presses his lips to hers in a brief kiss.  

He smirks as he pulls away. “There. Got it” he teases.

Maka’s faces flushes red. “W-what was that for?” she shouts at him.

Miyuki laughs. “Just so I could see your red face. Priceless” he says with a smirk before taking another bite of his ice cream. He then digs his spoon in her bowl and takes a bite. 

Maka smacks his hand before he could take another bite. “If you ever kiss me again that slap will be for your face!” she threatens with a glare, though her cheeks were still flushing red.

Miyuki straight up laughs, finding her threat and her expression completely hilarious.

Maka continues to glare at him but he still continues to laugh at her. After a few minutes of her trying to get him stop Maka had enough. She grabs her bowl and pours it on his head and angrily stomps out of the ice cream parlor.

Miyuki freezes in shock at the action before seconds later he straight up laughs again. Her reaction was absolutely priceless.

“Definitely worth it” he says before licking the drops of ice cream that fell down his face.

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flaxenbibliophile said: ❀Anonymous said: ❀ !!niconiis said: ❀Anonymous said: ❀

this is so silly

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flaxenbibliophile:

“I’M CUTE,” she gabbed, shoving his shoulder. “Whha… what do you know?”

He was cute. Kinda. Even if he had a stupid face. A really stupid face and stupid eyes and a stupid mouth that hurt her feelings. And now her mouth was on his, clumsily, because she was punishing him. With her lips.

She needed some water.

Was that a breeze? Oh, no. No, it was that girl, that one girl, that one girl with the face, and the bra, and the book threat. Shoving him. Yelling at him. As angry as before?! HE HADN’T DONE ANYTHING YET. But, still, somehow different, and squinting at her in bewilderment wasn’t helping him figure it out.

Wha—and now she was—kissing him? Oh—OH. HE KNEW THAT FLAVOR. IT WAS… Alcohol?!

He pushed her back, eyebrows shooting up, gaze turned accusing. “You’ve BEEN DRANKING.” An added, “Watermelon,” was unnecessary, but he’d already blurted it out. “Hey, hey, hey! Look, it’s impossible to prove a point while under the influence, let me tell ya—“

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To: MakaTues 3:35 P.M.

“Hey Maka. You said you’d watch me practice because I watched you practice yesterday. You still coming, Right? Don’t worry I’m easy to spot. Just look for my signature good looks :D”