#moonsun scenario

[4brrrr]

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Their s/o's family being homophobic and not supporting their relationship

Being under the mistletoe with their crush new

-Ael

[peachflamingotea]

moonbyul: i appreciate small tiddies too

solar to the audience: i don’t know why she said that

[byulsgrease]

inextricably tie-d

The tie around your neck feels ever-so-slightly tighter.

(moonbyul/solar... kind of? x gender neutral reader, ~900 words)

cw: angst

a/n: ok when I was first trying to write the last byul fluff it was pretty late at night (for me) so it started veering into angst instead and this was the result

edit: I just got the WORST idea for a possible next part... we'll see if I have the courage to write it (okay I kinda did? not full-fledged though)

[prev]

Staring at your underwear-clad body in the mirror, your eyes drift to the suit on the hanger, spotless and pressed, folded perfectly. Your hands steady the hanger while slipping the pants off of it, the fabric almost cool in your fingers. Gingerly stepping into each leg as to not ruin the pleat, you zip and button them up - an action you haven't done in forever. It takes you a second to get the button through the slit, the movement nearly foreign.

Wow, they're perfect.

The hem stops just at the tops of your feet and they fit perfectly everywhere else. Her assertion rings through your mind: "Trust me. Don't underestimate the value of a tailor, the extra expense is absolutely worth it." Your teeth close in on your bottom lip at the recollection.

I guess she was right.

Strangely motivated to put on the rest, the white button-up swishes off the hanger, your fingers making quick work of the buttons. The jacket soon follows. You shuffle back a couple steps on the carpet to get a better look in the mirror. The shirt and jacket fit perfectly, much like the pants, laying nicely in all the right places with no wildly-long sleeves or bunchy areas. The whole ensemble reminds you of the color of the sky on the various nights spent stargazing together - midnight navy.

"Maybe you'll look almost as good as me."

The last element hangs limp around the hanger hook - a dirt-cheap black tie from Daiso. You own a tailored suit. How is that damn thing still in your possession?

"Button your shirt up all the way for the tie to sit right around the collar."

You whip the tie off the hanger to slip it behind your upturned shirt collar.

The skinny end starts off higher than the other.

It essentially ties itself. Your thumb and index finger slide up the length of the rough fabric to place the knot at the base of your neck. In the mirror, you can't help but stare at the gentle pinch holding the tie, hand lingering there at the top button of your dress shirt.

"Now this... is my favorite part."

It's like she's in the room. The warmth of her front pressed into your back, hands enveloping your waist. The low yet melodic tone of her voice in your ear, praising you for trying but still managing to laugh playfully at your frustration.

Why is this so difficult?

But those sweet moments were now long gone. A few too many laughs had turned the corner to mockery, which turned to hurt feelings and miscommunication. She always told you to let it go and take a joke, but your stubbornness constantly ate that reassurance away. Your claim to work on that apparently fell through - in tandem with your relationship.

You wouldn't be saying these things if there wasn’t an element of truth in them.

She let you keep the suit, though. It was obviously tailor-made, much like she was for you. Or, well, how you at least imagined she was.

Did I ask for too much? Was I not enough? If I was, would she have stayed?

The thought spirals and a stream of what-ifs fill your mind, subjects of many-a-journal-entry over the last year. This hadn’t happened in a while.

Why did she leave?

Snapping out of your own mind, your hands grasp the flaps of the suit jacket and tug down assuredly, fingers tucked inside. Confidence, your brain tells you. You look damn good.

“Kidding, kidding.”

Reaching into the closet for your dress shoes, you slip a hand into your pocket to check your phone one last time. Kim Yongsun - that was all you knew about this blind date. Her name.

Does she still think about me?

She’s obviously still on your mind, you’re sporting the very suit she bought for you.

It’s been a year, stop kidding yourself.

Bottom making contact with the hard plastic seat, you head out on the train, the lights outside the window blurring in the dark tunnel. You anxiously fidget with your tie, unconsciously fiddling with the split ends of the unraveling seams.

Am I ready for this? No. But is anyone ever?

The determination to evict her from your mind finds fuel from bitter stubbornness as your dress shoes pound the pavement of the train platform. You need this to end. It's been far too long. As you step into the restaurant, you spot someone fervently scanning the room. A timidly awkward introduction follows but her bright smile shines through it all as your legs slip underneath the tablecloth to take a seat.

"Um, maybe I'm being too forward since we literally just met," leaning forward with her hands in her lap, "but your outfit... daamn."

Don't you dare mention her. First date sacrilege!

You tune out the inner monologue with a mild-mannered smile. "Thanks. An old friend picked it out for me." Hopefully your words came out in a tone not too cold. The tie around your neck feels ever-so-slightly tighter. Your thumb swipes the condensation off the side of your water class before grabbing it to take a sip, trying to wash away the lump that formed in your throat with that tangential mention of her, tinged with unwarranted longing.

What the hell am I doing here?

She might not be in your life anymore, but you can’t deny you’re inextricably tied, much like the tight fabric knot resting at the base of your throat.

[next] cw: suggestive

[sevlgi]

Solar, teaching Hwasa how to drive: Byul and Wheein walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Hwasa: Definitely Moonbyul, I could never hurt Wheein.

Solar, massaging her temples: The brakes, Hwasa. You hit the brakes.

[dancetheficaway]

Hey I would love to see maybe a moonsun strapon fic? I’m good with any of the parings in MAMAMOO for this but I think byul with a strap on would be pretty hot and a flustered Yong too ;)

It wasn’t meant to happen this way, really. The both of them had agreed to hang out, maybe watch a movie. 

But then things took a more... interesting turn.

It’s not it was their first time, either.

All thoughts of movie night now forgotten, Yong was chuckling at Byul.

-Hey, stop laughing!

Yong smiled, her hand reaching out to caress Byul’s breasts.

-I can’t. Even with a sillicone dick in between your legs, you look like the biggest bottom I have ever seen.

Moonbyul pulled back, sitting on Yongsun’s legs.

-Hey, that’s... that’s rude!

Yongsun chuckled, her hand wrapping around the dildo that Byul was wearing, stroking slowly. Moonbyul let out a sigh at the action.

-Is it really? I like to top you, Byul. You’re so obedient.

Byul shivered, but went back at the task at hand: tonight, she would be the one fucking Yongsun. Variety was the key, after all.

She had already made Yongsun come once, with her mouth, and so she didn’t waste much more time before experimentally grinding against Yongsun’s body, the toy slowly being coated with her wetness.

-That’s it...

Moonbyul felt victorious as she succeeded in surprising Yongsun, entering her in one thrust. Still, she gave her time to adjust, until Yongsun told her that she could move.

Byul hadn’t used a strap on too often, so she was still finding stuff out about wearing it. Like the way she could roll her hips while being flush against Yongsun, the dildo reaching deep within her and making her keen; or the way the toy would push back deliciously against her clit when she sped up her thrusts at the visual of Yong teasing her own nipples.

-Right there, don’t stop!

Moonbyul kept her pace, looking at Yongsun’s face, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Feelings that she battled for years resurfaced, as they did each time the two found themselves in bed “as friends with benefits only”.

Yongsun’s hand sneaked down from her breast to her clit, rubbing it in time with Byul’s deep thrusts, and Byul barely had the time to press a passionate kiss to her lips before Yong came, moaning her name.

Moonbyul followed closely, the stimulation on her clit bringing her over the edge. 

Once the two had regained their breath, and Moonbyul had pulled out gently, she turned to face Yongsun:

-Seems like I’m not that much of a bottom now, am I?

Yongsun weakly slapped her arm, however the happy grin on Moonbyul’s face still made her smile.

[inctlife]

How did react the older nct dream kids to getting a younger sister/brother?

changming (3 years)

changming was kinda used to be doted on by you and renjun and so finding out there was another one coming along ??? he was kinda pissed

throughout the pregnancy he was #notbothered and didnt understand why you couldnt play with him ?? renjun was like ‘its hard for mummy’ and changming was like ‘well just make it easy??’

you and renjun had to be really really kind to changming for a while bc he got oldest kid jealousy really hard, but a while after huiliang was born, he realised that he actually wasnt so bad ?? and he enjoyed helping out cause then he got extra treats

hoon (1 month)

hoon had fuck all idea what was going on to be perfectly honest, he was only 1 month old and his mum got pregnant again? tf??

but as he was developing, it all was surrounding babies lmao so like he took his first steps at the same time that hani kicked for the first time and you guys were all like ‘!!!!!!’ and hoon had no idea what was going on but he was very excited

and one of his first words was ‘baby’ cause after she was born he was like ‘hey i know what that is’

moonsun (1 year)

moonsun also had no idea what was happening tbfh,, but she was a little bit jealous? like so you two would be doing something for the babies room or looking at pregnancy things and she’d just cry loads cause she’s like ‘hello?? still here???’

very fascinated by your bump and there was one incident where she hit it accidentally, but nothing really happened cause you know.... she’s a baby??

likes miyeon after she’s born, but won’t help, will just admire from afar

areum (1 year/turning 2 that year)

was iN LOVE

legitimately, when you and jaemin told areum there was gonna be another baby, she didn’t stop smiling for like,, weeks!!!!

the most involved child honestly, all the way through your pregnancy she had her hand on your bump or her ear against your bump,, she bossed jaemin around when decorating the nursery and she loved looking at the sonograms

there was 0 jealousy when baby hanuel came into the world bc she just loved him so much,, was one of the first people to hold him and after he came home, helped him to get to sleep every night

zihao (3 years)

unbothered

i mean ofc he knew what a baby was, but it didnt really register that you meant a baby in his house... for the rest of his life ??

and then your bump started to grow and he was just like ‘wtf’ and you were like ‘your little brother’s in here!!’ and then you and chenle had to have a conversation regarding how babies are made and grown bc zihao was very confused

he didnt really mind weisheng after he was born, but was definitely annoyed that he couldn’t play yet, 0/10, would not play with again

sunmi (3 years)

sunmi was excited, but you were pretty sure she had no idea what was going on lol,, so like when you told her she was all like ‘yay!! baby!!’ but you never know whats going on in that head so y’all dont really know tbh

throughout the pregnancy she’s just very excited and she enjoys decorating and buying clothes and shoes, but all this time you’re still not sure that she knows what’s going on

and then the big day... when sunmi walks into the hospital she’s very excited and then she sees this baby in your arms and she’s kinda still and she’s like ‘woah that aint a doll’ but she’s played with baby dolls before, she knows what she’s doing

lol no but seriously she loves just holding sejun cause she feels grown up

[limerenciafly]

[reb253]

SOLARSIDOOO ICONS

rb if u use or save pls, thx momo

[mamamoo-gay]

*Solar storms into the house with rage & throws her groceries onto the couch*

Wheein: I'll go hide the cornflakes... Just in case.

*Moonbyul walks into the living room eating from a box of cornflakes & sees the rest*

Moonbyul: What did I miss?

Wheein: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

[rvmmm21]

completely unprompted, but my first moonsun short! :D stan mmm, stan assassin byulyi. 

lol i’ve barely started on here and i already don’t know what i’m doing.

pt.1

...

“Run, run, run, as fast as you can...”

A female’s sultry voice echoed eerily through the pitch black alleyway, mixing in with the panicked slugging of a man failing to keep his balance on the deadly icy path, with an even deadlier-looking woman right on his heels.

He was a sight; dishevelled, spluttering and frenziedly grasping at his chest through his torn business shirt. She didn’t even have to watch him stumbling around like a new-born baby lamb to know he had about 10 minutes left before his entire nervous system shut down. By the looks of him, she thought, perhaps even less. Ah, the beauty of the neurotoxin. Such an inconspicuous killer, the whole reason she chose it. She felt a shiver of almost child-like excitement wash over her as she ran her hands over her pristine tailored suit jacket, feeling the soft velvet under her fingers as she prepared for the kill. He had already pretty much come to a standstill, allowing her to saunter her way over to him, calm as ever.

By now, the man, in too much shock to move, had slid down the wall, coughing and clutching himself in pain. The woman stepped in front of him, eclipsing the only source of light from a dim overhead lamp, crouching down so they were at eye level.

He strained up to meet her gaze.

“Okay, Mr. Kim,” she said nonchalantly glancing at her wristwatch, “You have about 8 minutes before the toxin takes over completely. So I suggest you start talking.”

“F-fuck you, b-bi-bit…ch.”

He started choking on his own blood.

The woman clicked her tongue and furrowed her eyebrows, her steely eye contact making the man suddenly cower, regretting his defiance. She lowered her gaze to her shiny brown oxfords, which had, up till now, remained unscathed by the elements.

“Oh Mr. Kim, you really shouldn’t have done that,” she reprimanded, as if she’d caught a 5-year-old drawing on the walls, “I just got these shoes yesterday and you’ve already got your filth all over them. That’s going to cost you.”

The dying man trembled involuntarily at the threat.

“However,” she continued, reaching into her jacket and holding a small vial between slender fingers.

His eyes widened.

“Let’s be professional, shall we?”

“I have the antidote,” she tauntingly dangled the clear liquid in front of him for emphasis, watching as he followed it with desperate eyes, “and you, have information pertaining to the whereabouts of a very important person.”

She gave the vial one last shake.

“Your decision.”

It was so amusing watching the man wither away before her, knowing she was the only one who could save him. For a price, of course. Nothing in this world came free, and now it was up to him to choose between his loyalties and himself. This was her favourite part of the job. Watching them crumble, the psychological warfare of it all, revelling in the chaotic anguish. “…a-apart-ment…two, n-nine, f-fo-four…c-central av-aven-ue…”

“Two nine four, central avenue,” the woman parroted, taking a quick mental note. She smiled at him, so coldly, he actually found himself subconsciously digging into the squelching snow beneath him for warmth. He had, since the beginning of their little session, noticeably deteriorated, edged to one of the most painful forms of death. A slight foam was forming at the corners of his mouth, as the poison had almost run its full course.

“Wise choice, Mr. Kim. Your co-operation was much appreciated.”

The dark-haired woman dipped her head in a quick, meaningless bow and proceeded to stand up, straightening her lapels and dusting her shoulder pads as she made to turn back the way she came. A strangled cry made her turn around, seeing the man’s body convulse violently, making fists and grasping at the air in the direction of a very important something in her hand. The woman knew he was completely paralysed, as good as dead, but she decided to play along.

She chuckled darkly, innocuously glancing at the vial in her gloved hand so they were now both looking at it. His saving grace.

“Oh this?” she asked, fake innocence gracing her tone.

The smallest clink was heard as the vial dropped onto the hard ice at the suited woman’s feet, just barely out of reach.

“Enjoy…” she sang, turning on her heels and trudging away into the distance.

She put in her earbuds, listening to the garbled moans and chokes slowly dissolve into indefinite silence before turning up the music.

[4brrrr]

Moonsun+ fluffy+ first date 😌 please and thank you

It had been Byulyi who asked Yongsun out.

So why am I suddenly the one planning for everything?

It was a saturday evening. Yongsun, as usual, was filming her youtube video(something along the expose your gallery challenge lines) when Byulyi suddenly called her. She swiped the green button to answer the call, definitely not expecting a blunt "Wanna go on a date somewhere?" from her girlfriend.

It hadn't been so long since the two of them started dating and knowing that they will finally be going on their very first date as lovers, it excited her.

And almost immediately, Yongsun answered "Sure."

What she didn't expect, though, was the question that follows. The line was silent for a moment, until she heard a tiny voice, hesitantly muttering "Where?"

Flustered is an understatement. Yongsun's mind was on a state of panic.

Both women were celebrities, moreso, they belong in a single group so going outdoors is a no-no. Dinner date at a fancy restaurant seems too generic as well.

So where?

-

They ended up staying at home, cuddled up on a fluffy blanket with Byulyi's head placed on Yongsun's tummy. The latter's back was pressed against her bed's headboard as she looked down, adoring her girlfriend's soft and raw features. No makeup. Just her. Byulyi, on the other hand, stared back up, playing with Yongsun's bleached (yet unexpectedly soft) strands.

The scenario seemed too natural for the both of them but in fact, it was the first time the two actually took their time to admire each other openly.

The audio of a movie they were watching was blurred out in the background, and the chips they initially planned on eating was left untouched.

Right now, it was just the both of them. Kim Yongsun and Moon Byulyi.

Bonus:

"What were you doing when I called you?" Byulyi asked, voice laced with both curiosity and amusement. "You answered so quickly."

"Uh, filming." Yongsun replied, a soft smile forming on her lips at the memory. "Youtube stuff."

Yes, she caught all that on camera. The way she brightened up almost immediately when she saw the caller's name on the camera's screen and heard the ringtone set specially for her girlfriend echoing through the walls of her room, her cheeks heating up as she giggled through the phone when Byulyi dropped the question, and, lastly, the best part with her eyes widening and jaw dropping, dumbfounded at the word "where".

Maybe she'd give Byulyi the pleasure of making fun of her later on.

[orbiting-star]

Moonsun have matching sns accounts with solarsido on youtube and  moonbyul_2da on tiktok and they basically share the accounts at this point i- 

[peachflamingotea]

moonbyul: i’d love to be a gay penguin. raise leftover eggs. not face discrimination.

[just-femaleidol-things]

REQUESTS OPEN

Hey guys! Doing something new!

I recently got into reading a lot of headcanons and reactions. I wanted to join the scene, so if you have any requests please send me a DM or an ask (anonymous or not! Just know that I will reply back when I’m done!)

I’m taking request for drabbles/scenarios, reactions, headcanons, and possibly text messages. 

I feel most comfortable writing with the groups mentioned below, but feel free to request basically any girl groups/female idols! 

RESTRICTIONS: No requests that contain noncon, dubcon, incest, or the sexualization of minors. 

I will gladly write about siblings, but no incest. Also, smut isn’t my strong suit and I will probably deny kink requests just because I firmly believe that writers should confidently put out things they understand and I am not educated about certain kinks. I respect and will not judge you if you have a certain fetish, but I just don’t want to misrepresent or write about something that I just don’t know about. 

Request away! I have 3 days until I head back to school!

[sevlgi]

I’m pretty late, but here are some icons for Moonbyul’s Snow MV!

Honestly, it was so nice to just have a song with Byul singing. I love the rest of Mamamoo, but Moonbyul has such an underrated voice. The MV was pretty aesthetic, too, so here you go! Please like or reblog if you use this!