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MMM Imagines: Lights Out

Prompt: Mamamoo during a power outage

SOLAR

After the lights and TV flickered off during a cuddle session complete with a ramyun cup and Spider-Man: Far From Home, Solar clicked into response mode. Turning on her phone-flashlight as she springs from the couch in search for some candles.

“I got this.” 

You stay seated, munching on Cheetos.

Uh-huh. Sure.  

Solar always had the proper things for an emergency. Though the problem was either her execution could be a little lackluster, or she just couldn’t remember where she kept the darned thing. Today, it was the latter.

You watch a silhouetted Solar stumble around her house with as she checks everywhere; kitchen cabinets, drawers, the TV stand, the lower shelf of her coffee table, her room-- “Ow!” you heard a thud. 

You listen for life. 

. . .

“You okay?” 

A sudden light blinds you as Solar turns to you with her phone, “Yah! Why aren’t you helping?!” 

You wiggle your fingers at her, “Cheeto dust.” 

You extend the chip bag to her and she pauses. Thinks. And nothing. Instead, she quells her frustrations with a huff and plops back on the couch, emotionally eating as she pops a Cheeto puff into her mouth. And so, you resume the rest of your evening cuddling with a dejected Solar.  

MOONBYUL

A/N: (You’re Solar, but more upset) 

“You have reached the voicemail box of--”    

You hang up. 

It’s fine, Byul’s probably just wrapping up dance practice or something.

Tired of waiting in RBW’s red emergency-lit lobby (and admittedly a little scared), you trudge to the practice room with your phone-flashlight and gritted teeth. Your heart pummels your chest as you listen to haunting harmonies as trainees practice their singing. And though impressed by their tenacity, you really wish they wouldn’t.

You peek into the dance practice room, fear creeping up your skin like a swarm of baby spiders crawling into every crevice of your clothing. “Byul?-- AHHHH!” 

Byul releases her hand from your ankle, grinning like a mischievous punk. And you just stand there. Annoyed. Done. Dead inside. 

. . .

She pecks your lips. “Hi baby.” 

THIS BITCH-- You walk away. 

“Nooooo,” Byul coughs from laughing too hard.

Good. You hope she runs out of oxygen. 

“I’m not driving you home anymore,” you huff.  

“No, baby,” she snags your waist and snuggles her head into the crook of your neck, still giggling at your angry pout. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

WHEEIN

Wheein just got back from tour and you two were physically, mentally, and emotionally ready for your month-long awaited lazy day. 

So you were pretty upset when the blackout interrupted the kdrama you two weren’t watching. And even more so when the building’s management said it would be another few hours. At least, you were upset until a light bulb shattered in Wheein’s brain from too much brilliance.

“I’m craving chicken. You want chicken? I’m ordering chicken” Wheein says, already scrolling on her phone for the nearest place. “You want anything?” 

“You,” you stare, in awe. “You’re a genius. Marry me.” 

“That’s all it takes?” She laughs, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s all I need.” 

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. Yeah, for a second, you were actually worse than Moonbyul. 

“What do you wanna do while we wait?” you ask. 

And with Wheepup’s refreshing assertiveness ... 

“Pillow fort.”

You two ransack your own apartment to construct “Cushion Castle”. A pillow fortress with the warmest blankets, the coziest pillows, haphazardly thrown fairy lights, good fried chicken (when it came), and a dying laptop for an old-school Disney binge that lasted two and a half movies. Though, that only inspired an exorbitant Disney concert that your neighbours now hate you for but you don’t particularly care.  

“Mysterious as the dark side of THE MOOOOOOOOOON! HYAH!” 

HWASA 

You wouldn’t be able to tell it was morning. Groggily waking up to ramping winds whipping light snowfall at the clattering window pane, no sunshine could peer through today’s hazy skies, it seemed. 

Hwasa quietly groans beside you as she rouses from her sleep. She sits up and lazily rests her head on your back, sneaking hands under your shirt and around your waist. You sigh, bathing in the cool rivers of her touch.   

“Good morning,” she croaks through her morning husk. 

“Good morning,” you chuckle. Turning your head slightly towards her, you whisper. “Listen, I should probably go before the weather gets worse.” 

“Nooo,” she whines, wrapping her legs around you like a koala. “Stay.” 

You laugh. You know you shouldn’t. “I need to clean my apartment.” 

“Stay.” 

“And do my laundry.” 

“Just one more day.” 

“I can’t.” Though you want to. 

Hwasa was rarely like this. Usually dominating over you with a sex appeal that jump-started your libido every time she inhaled air, you enjoyed her rare cuteness. She was like a ferocious tigress snuggling with a zookeeper like the cub it once was. 

Resisting the embodiment of temptation, you click on the lamp to get ready. 

Huh. Nothing.

And it dawns on you, the power’s out. Which means the elevators are out. So, with a profound laziness deterring you from just the idea of stairs, you look to Hwasa and her knowing grin before lying back down, pulling you to her side.  

And so you stay for just one more day. 

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200619 MAMAMOO 6th Anniversary letter to Moomoos (trans):

Solar To our moomoos Moomoos! How are you? ^.^ I can’t express how thankful I am to all of you through words, I love you always ♥️ I have been gaining strength from Moomoos who’ve cheered hard for us anytime, anywhere. Whenever I feel down or sad, I feel better when I see Moomoos. ^^ Thank you so much ^.^ In the future, stay healthy, and I really hope that only happy things will happen to Moomoos ♥️ I will be supporting you~!! - From Yongsun

Moonbyul Hello Moomoos! We have been walking together for 6 years. A word ‘thank you’ is not enough. I can’t say that I’m sorry as well. No one can ever replace Moomoos! Thank you for being with me through the most memorable moments in my life. Even during disappointing times, sad times, hateful times. Painful emotions that makes us dizzy, I won’t forget it! I will remember all of you as the ones who give us and me love. Our meetings are always filled with nervousness. Thank you, let’s fill it with happiness. I love all of you, a lot ♥️ - From Byulyi -

Wheein To. Moomoos It seems like the time is not moving but it’s already put 6th anniversary. Year by year, day by day, there seems to been some changes. Looking back at the past 6 years, many things have changed. I have thoughts of what will change in the future and I’m nervous. I hope that I will be able to spend those times with our Moomoos as well! Even though I can’t do everything that Moomoos want me to do, I will keep those in my heart and become someone who can do that (fufilling all moomoos wishes). I am always serious when it comes to music and Moomoos. I hope that I will be able to share my feelings and lots of memories with our precious Moomoos. Up till now, I am really thankful and sorry, thank you for being beside me! I’m happy that we are able to spend our 6th anniversary together!! ^^ Sa…sa..sa… not sabbalmyeon (*cup noodles) but saranghae (*I love you)! - From Wheein who hopes to be Moomoos forever singer -

Hwasa To Moomoos I’ve blinked a few times That new summer is here It’s better to see it from far I can always feel the heat from everyone The summer that I like is here Even though I couldn’t spend it with Moomoos But I always feel like all of you are with me. I will work hard to strive forward. All of you who doesn’t get tried no matter how much you’ve shouted/screamed Always be healthy and be happy everyday!.

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MMM Imagines: “I really like you.”

Prompt: How Mamamoo would confess to you.

SOLAR

Even with her busy schedule, Solar was always there. Birthdays, promotions, off days, holidays. She even sent you a video of her singing “congratulations~” when you told her you got the last cinnamon bun from your favourite bakery. 

But there was nothing special about today. 

Traffic was horrendous (as usual), work was work, and the weather was so absurdly bland with no rain or shine that you wondered if whatever god existed took the day off.

Probably, you think. 

So it definitely surprised you to see Solar at your work parking lot, stood by your now candle-lit car with a mixed bouquet of your favourite flowers. 

“What are you doing here?” You fail to hide your shy grin.

“I’m going on tour so I won’t see you for a while. But before I go, there’s something I want to tell you. Um ... here,” she hands you the flowers. 

You knit your brows. “Flowers? Is everything alright? No one died, right?” 

“No, no, it’s not like that,” she laughs. 

“Okay, so what is it?” 

Pulling out her cellphone, her thumbs stumble through her phone. The sweet piano of Ra. D’s “I’m in love” twinkle through the quiet, golden honey spilling into your ears as her sweetness took you over. Drew you into her realm as the parking lot lights illuminated her pretty face.   

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” 

You were so wrong. 

There was something special about today. 

MOONBYUL

You didn’t think she was serious. 

“How drunk are you?” you laugh, inspecting her empty shot glass. 

The two of you were sat on the rug of your apartment, sharing a blanket as you two talked, paying no mind to the movie on your flat screen. 

“Not that drunk,” she grins. “I want to remember when you finally give in to me.”

She slides an arm around your shoulder, leaning soft lips close to your cheeks in a breathy, barely-there kiss. Her free hand slips into yours, delving between empty spaces, trickling intricate rivers up your forearm. 

“Ugh, I need another shot to handle you tonight.” You whine, reeling away from her touch. 

You pour yourself another shot of green apple soju. She was always extra touchy after a few drinks, which was surprising (and a little impressive) considering the girl never kept her hands to herself on the regular. 

“I’m not kidding. I like you, Y/N,” you feel her grin against your skin as she nuzzles her nose into your neckline.

And you roll your eyes, “I swear to god, Byul--” 

“I’m serious,” a solemn shift darkens her gaze as she tilts your chin to her, her warm breath skimming over your lips. 

You’ve never been so aware of your breathing. Chest heaving. Heart beating. You swallowed, nervous. 

“Byul ...” 

She whispers again. “I’m serious.” 

WHEEIN

“You okay?” you laugh.  

Ten minutes earlier, Wheein pranced around the dance room like a hyperactive shiba inu, wiggling her butt to a random kpop playlist and cackling her ahjumma laugh. 

But now, Wheein is splayed across the dance room floor, depleted of all her energy as she stares into the distance between her and the ceiling. You lay next to her. 

“Yeah, I’m okay” she smiles faintly. Pensive. 

Now you’re concerned. You’re not used to this tepid pup. 

“You sure?” you ask.  

“Mhm.”

You take a long look at her before turning to the ceiling. You breathe, “Okay.” 

You try not to worry but it’s hard. Not only is this a drastic shift from super party fun times to a stiff contemplative quiet, but you know Wheein. You know how easy it is for her to get caught up in her own thoughts. 

You look to her when she cleared her throat, watching her irises shift in thought. It didn’t occur to you until now how close you were. So close you could feel her hand brushing against yours. Hear her breath as her chest heaves anxiously before she turns to you, twinkling eyes searching yours. 

The stiffness settles into a sort of peacefulness. Untroubled. 

Her fingers fidget, eventually finding courage as her cold hands sweeps across yours, finding comfort in your warm touch. 

She whispers, scared. 

“I think I like you.” 

HWASA

“You were so weird today,” you chuckle, walking into Hwasa’s apartment, hanging your winter coat in the foyer closet. 

“No, I wasn’t,” she says, defensive. 

“No, you were weird.” 

You recall the past couple of hours at Byul’s birthday party where Hwasa took you as her plus one. You’re not really the party type, but you knew how to mingle when need-be. So as you fluttered between people—Solar, Wheein, Sandeul, Seulgi, Hani, etc., Hwasa slowly got more ... clingy. 

. . . 

Handsy? 

The later the night got, the more she leeched onto you. Linking arms and lazily tangled limbs on the couch slowly graduated into hand holding, digging her hands into your sweater pocket, brushing her lips against your cheek. Your neck. Hands running up your thigh. Even a butt smack in front of BTS’s Jin. 

You blink away the flashbacks, a little shellshocked. “Definitely ... weird.”  

She shrugs. “It’s not my fault they can’t tell you’re mine.” 

Her words shoot ice through your veins, your body freezing at her words. You wonder if you heard her correctly.

“Um, what?” 

She looks at you. Sauntering closer as her eyes trap you, seductive. Predatory. 

Her hands drift up, fiddling with your collar as you gulp. 

She whispers with her signature huskiness. 

“You. Are. Mine.”

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I died. The end.

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Mamamoo react blog?

I only really made this tumblr to read the mamamoo reacts/imagines but I might’ve exhausted them and I want more. SO I wanna do reacts now to satisfy this (probably insatiable) craving. That said, feel free to throw in requests because I seriously just wanna dive into this.  

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vulnerable.

Drabble: A quiet night together Pairing: MoonbyulxReader

Finally, the voices stopped.

Sweet delicious silence ring in your ears like a gentle hum. Finally, you were calm. Like someone cradled you, singing a lullaby to finally put the demons to rest, giving you a chance to recharge. To like yourself again.

You were sat on the floor in the corner of Byul's room. Resting your head against the cold glass of her floor-to-ceiling window, comforting goosebumps scattered across your arms as you relished in the cold.

You love the cold.

Staring out into the city skyline, you watch late night apartment lights dangle in the darkness like lanterns floating in the evening sky. Restless cars racing home, ants of people marching through the streets, some stumbling. Probably laughing. Looking outside felt like watching a TV screen bleeding life into the bedroom. You forget how simple life is sometimes.

"Y/N?" You turn to see Byul sitting up in bed. "Why aren't you asleep? Is everything okay?"

You only smile as you watch her get up and make her way over, draping the blanket over her slender frame. She pools down into a puddle across from you, sitting cross-legged. Even in baggy joggers and a worn out Batman tee, she was beautiful.

You reach out for her hand.

And she complies with a smile.

Sliding her palm into yours, she shudders at the icy touch of your fingertips as you steal her warmth.

You breathe a soft giggle. Whisper a soft "sorry, baby."

She smiles as she shakes her head, reassuring you that it’s fine. She seems used to it now.

The two of you continue talking quietly, as if trying not to stir awake sleeping souls.

"Were you having trouble sleeping?" she asks.

You shake your head as you roam your fingers around hers. Between her knuckles. Along metacarpal bones. In the spaces between.

"I just didn't want to sleep. Yet, at least. I did sleep for a bit though."

Your eyes fall to her soft lips as she spoke. "Why don't you want to sleep?"

"Because it's quiet. Earlier, my head was so unbearably loud, I felt like another thought would crack my skull open. But now, it's nice and quiet and I want to savour that."

Her worried eyes glisten in the moonlight, "Am I interrupting?"

"Of course not," you kiss the back of her hand. "I love your voice."

You smile when she smiles, a faint blush dusting her adorable hamster cheeks. Quietly, you say, "You can go back to sleep if you want. I'll join you in a bit.”

She shakes her head. "No, it's okay. I’ll stay with you."

Your gaze explores her pretty face, the city lights illuminating her softness. Her cute nose. The touch of a curl at the corner of her lips.  Her long and subtle bedhead draping down to her chest. Eventually, you find her eyes, a gentleness thrumming your once unsteady heart. 

You laugh quietly to yourself, almost in disbelief. “God, you scare me.”

She furrows her brows. "What do you mean?”

Fear quickens your heart, holding your lungs hostage as you take a second. A breath. Leaning your head back on the cold window pane, you stare at the stillness of life in the outside world.

"How safe I feel with you scares me."