Hey everyone!
I've been saying that I wanted to start a series of oneshots and shorts for So/Ma, based on the theme of the two staying at home. All of these drabbles will not be connected and probably won't feature the usual me-rambling before we launch into things.
Almost all of these are taken off of tumblr, after I finish a request. Feel free to request through that platform (url: therewithasmile) or to PM them to me!
That being said, this is a drabble dump so there will be a lot of different genres here. Any ones that require trigger warnings will have them respectively. Enjoy!
- muse.
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[[insert resident of the Blair/Maka/Soul resident] had a feeling zhe wasn't supposed to see that.]
"Maka-nyah, all girls wear them: it's totally natural!" the purple-haired woman insisted, however Maka couldn't help but to feel peeved as her pet-turned-older-sister figure (she didn't even know how to classify Blair anymore) dangled the offending piece of clothing in her face. She didn't get it – the padding, the boobage, why anyone would want such lingerie for themselves.
"There's nothing natural about it," Maka pouted, trying to swat it away as the underwear swung from the older woman's fingertips. The bra looked intimidating – the strange pads under the cup just didn't look right. If anything, it looked too sensual – and that was not her style. Blair, cheerful as ever, merely clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.
"But Maka, you don't understand," she whined, batting large orange eyes at the meister as she carefully laced another finger into the straps of the clothing. Holding it up, she pressed the bra against the smaller girl, lining up the cups. Maka positively hissed and shimmied the stringy lingerie away, grimacing as it fell back into the witch-cat's hands.
"Blair, you don't understand," the meister started, however her face softened when she saw the older woman's dejected pout. She sighed, blowing a breath between clenched teeth to calm herself. With a much more bracing and gentle tone, she continued, "I wear sports bras. I can't go around fighting kishin even if…" she swallowed, looking down momentarily, "my breasts look good."
Instead of pacifying and satisfying the woman, Blair instead perked up and her voice was somehow even more insistent. "But it does give support!" At Maka's reluctant stare, the witch-cat glared, her arms squeezing together (Maka looked away pointedly) and her hands thrusting the bra back to the meister. "Won't you even give me a chance?! Just try. It."
The blonde hesitated before she took the bra quietly. "Fine, but if I put this on, will you return it right away if I don't like it?"
The witch-cat's eyes widened in excitement, her head bobbing up and down so fast her purple locks could barely keep up with the motion. Maka sighed again, unable to refuse the enthusiastic woman as she disappeared behind her door.
Sighing, she reluctantly pulled off her shirt and sports bra, slipping on the new clothing in its place. Glancing down self-consciously, she was surprised to see actual mounds from her normally flat chest. It almost didn't seem real. She was just about to poke her chest when she heard a rapping on the door. "Maka? Open the door honey, let me see!" She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she flustered around, still half in awe of her own chest before she reached over and pulled the door open. Blair was waiting expectantly at the door frame, her eyes widening even further.
"Maka-nyah, you look amazing," she gushed. Maka felt even more heat in her cheeks as the woman bent forward, inspecting the fit. "And it doesn't look so snug, Maka, maybe you're actually an A-cup-"
And it was at that perfect moment that her white-haired roommate decided to burst through their apartment door, treated to a perfect view of his topless meister and their housemate's undies.
Silence.
"SOUL-" Maka screamed in horror before Blair slammed the door to her room for her, and even as she seethed she could hear her partner's sputtering apologies as Blair began to furiously scold him for her. Cheeks flaming and heat prickling uncomfortably at her spine, she quickly unclasped her bra and replaced the underwear with her normal selections and pulling her shirt back on over her head.
She could vaguely hear Blair mouthing off Soul, their conversation muffled but she could tell it had something to do with Soul protesting against the push up bra. When she cracked open the door, their voices were suddenly clearer and she could make out the specifics to their words.
"- and it looked so unnatural-"
"-tell me if these feel unnatural-"
"-but I mean hers aren't all perky like yours-"
"Soul-kun, you have no idea about a woman's secrets! Without a push up bra our boobs will be all saggy-"
"Good, then Maka's boobs will never have that chance, because she doesn't even have much to-"
She chose to kick open the door then. She tried to take the scene in objectively: Soul's face beet red, flailing helplessly against Blair, who had pinned him down, holding one of his hands against her bosoms.
Silence.
"SOUL-" she screeched, whipping the bra so hard at her partner that, upon contact, the weapon's head snapped back, the clothing sliding macabrely off his face. Before he had a chance to react, she had slammed a book hard against his skull. The meister snatched the bra off her partner's chest and shoved them back into Blair's outstretched hands. The witch-cat jumped back, trying to skirt around the pair as Maka began to furiously shake the poor scythe, screaming about what he had meant by those comments as Soul shook back and forth like a ragdoll, a small line of drool dribbling out of his mouth.
I'll put this back in her room for her, Blair thought cheerfully, dodging around the couch and humming on her way back to the girl's room.