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awesomeasusual asked:

UNDERCOVER AT A GAY BAR!

whos-that-foxi-lady:

blackcloakedgrigori:

smokeandjollyranchers:

I WOULD TOTALLY MAKE SOUL GO UNDERCOVER.

Okay they’re trying to find a Kishin that thinks it’s funny to play Jeffery dahmer, and so they send Soul into the club to scope things out. Maka is already undercover as the bartender, so Soul isn’t without his meister

AND. IT. IS. SO. AWKWARD. FOR. HIM.

GUYS ARE HITTING ON HIM AND CALLING HIM PRETTY AND ASKING TO TRY OUT HIS TEETH OR IF HE WANTS TO GET OUT OF HERE

and soul can’t stop blushing and Maka is dying just a little bit watching her oh-so-cool-parter-with-legendary-sex-appeal totally flounder under all this attention.

And soul finally breaks away to come order a drink, and yup. Soul found the guy, and he’s also ready to leave. CUZ let’s be real soul has a hard time accepting affection on a good day. Now getting swarmed by a crowd, getting hit on by men, that’s a little too out of his comfort zone.

Like now Maka.

Right fucking now Maka.

Maka no.

What do you mean you still have an hour on your shift.

Maka why?

Ask and you shall receive

Soul didn’t like this

Maka got the better part of this whole mission. But he figured either way it this would still be the outcome. This horrible uncomfortable outcome that would haunt him for the rest of his natural born life.

                “Hey there gorgeous” A husky voice whispered in his ear. Soul jumped and scooted away from the man only to bump into another

                “Hey haven’t seen you around, would you like a tour of the town” Oh god there was another one! His eyes searched for his girlfriend/meister….she was trying not to laugh. Soul could feel eyes fleeting up and down, watching him with every move.  It sent shivers down his spine. Fan girls were enough trouble. But this was an unknown zone that he didn’t want to explore.

Soul  and Maka were undercover at a bar that a Kishin egg/murderer  Jeffery Dahmer. So in order to find him Maka took a shift as a bar tender at the bar where most of his victims were from. At first he was alright with it because it was only five and not a lot of men talked to him. But when the nine o’clock crowd came in it seemed like he was on every homosexual male’s radar. He was okay with the ones who were more polite about asking him out.  It was the bold ones. The ones that whispered in his ear very….intimate things.  Things that he’d rather say to Maka in her ear when they were ALONE!

                “Could I test out those teeth?” Oh god please stop!

Soul hurried to the bar where Maka, his beloved meister and girlfriend…oh she was making him a drink…oh he loves her so much

He took the glass in hand and took a much needed gulp. He nearly choked when a man grabbed him ass. He slammed him glass down ready to rip off the next man’s head that touch him. His temper flaring up again until the man winked and nodded to the bathroom. He squeaked turned away blushing. His head was in his hands, near a whimper.

                “Is this what it’s like for girls in a bar?” He grumbled quietly.

They ended up catching Dahmer and killing him quickly.

Soul had had enough of the flirtatious men in the bar and wanted Maka to come back to the hotel room.

“What do you mean have an hour left on your shift?” Soul nearly cried. He just saw a man suggestively licking a popsicle and winking at him.

                “Sorry Soul” Maka poured another glass.

                “Maka we are going right fucking now!” Soul growled.

                “Soul, stop being a pansy,  just go back to the hotel without me”

                “What if one of them follows me?”

                “Soul-“

                “Maka no! Just take me back! I don’t want to be alone walking out of this place!” Maka gave him a look. Raising an eyebrow before giving him a drink

                “It’s either that or you stay here”

                “Maka whyyyyy” Soul whined.

OH MY GOODNESS.

  • my sister:

    oh my god

  • me:

    what?

  • my sister:

    i just realized something

  • me:

    ?

  • my sister:

    gaston is a nice guy.

  • me:

    ...? um, no, sorry, he's an asshole.

  • my sister:

    no, no, no, gaston is a 'nice guy'. think about it. he spends the whole beginning of the movie trying to be friendly to belle. everyone else in that town thinks she's a bookish freak with a crazy man for a father, but gaston like, talks to her and sort of tries to take an interest in her activities and compliments her and stuff with the complete 100% expectation that she's going to pay him back by being in a relationship with him. he tunes out what she actually says because he doesn't really think of her as a person, just a pretty trophy who should react to him the right way if he does the right things.

  • me:

    huh

  • my sister:

    and then when she hooks up with someone else, he gets all angry and shouty and insists that this other guy is a monster and she's lost her damn mind because she was supposed to fall for HIM, not someone else, and then he goes and stirs up the townsfolk into an angry mob and turns the whole thing into a witch hunt over his wounded pride.

  • me:

    O_O

  • my sister:

    gaston is a nice guy.

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