[that0negirlmolly]

I just want to hold her face and kiss her all over and tell her just how beautiful she is and how loved she is, I just love her so much, she deserves the world and season 3 didn't even happen actually

I'm still not over it, I love her with all my heart. Oh Hyun-Ju, my beautiful girl 🥀

[that0negirlmolly]

I just want to hold her face and kiss her all over and tell her just how beautiful she is and how loved she is, I just love her so much, she deserves the world and season 3 didn't even happen actually

I'm still not over it, I love her with all my heart. Oh Hyun-Ju, my beautiful girl 🥀

[pineapplekitsune]

Not to be horny on main but

Mother

[mashed-brainrot]

i am so fucking down bad for cho hyun-ju you have no idea.

[somin-yin]

This is my wife y'all ❤️

So can we talk about how iconic she is? What a QUEEN she is! When she was explaining how to use the gun and during the shooting, she looked so badass! (made me go feral) 🫦 I was like ma'am you dropped this 👑 let me get on my knees for you 🛐 Cho Hyun Ju, the woman you are! Hands down the best character in my opinion, she came, she ate and she stole the whole show 😂

It's sad that Young Mi (the girl who called her unnie) was killed off though, I kinda got the impression that they sorta liked each other? Some say they're like sisters but I got different vibes from them (no, calling her unnie doesn't mean she sees her like a sister, in Korea unnie is also used to address an older female if you're a female too). Hyun Ju kept protecting her and Young Mi called her pretty, I saw potential there... like with Sae Byeok and Ji Yeong in season 1, bro why they keep killing off the potential lesbians? 😭 Let wlw be happy for once 😭

Either way, I just want Hyun Ju to survive and get a spin-off where she's happy and fulfilling all her dreams or about her backstory, my queen deserves the world ❤️ (I kinda want to make a playlist for her, what songs should I add?)

[nicostiel]

#She was the first woman that used her correct pronouns. And called her beautiful. She felt accepted for once.

[meadowfics]

babymama

cho hyun-ju x f!pregnant!eader

synopsis: headcannons of hyun-ju helping you, her wife, give birth <3

warnings: no stupid squid games! baby is biologically both of yours <3

hyunju has been preparing for this moment since the day you both found out you were pregnant.

she’s read every book, attended every birthing class, and even practiced breathing techniques with you.

inside of her own head, she wished her military experience could've helped.

however, she was confident that everything was under control.

your wife's hands love gently resting on your belly as she whispers sweet reassurances to you and babygirl.

the woman's attentiveness is unmatched.

she’s memorized your birth plan, packed the hospital bag weeks in advance, and even made a playlist of soothing songs for the delivery room.

every detail matters to her because she knows this is your shared miracle.

the miracle she thought shed never have or experience.

in the early stages of labor, hyunju is a steady presence.

she’s by your side at home, rubbing your lower back as contractions start.

“you’re so strong, y/n,”

"breathe.."

"there is five minutes between every contraction. you're doing so good mama."

she murmurs everything.

hyun-jus voice is always soft but firm, grounding you.

she times each contraction with a stopwatch app on her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration.

when you wince, she’s quick to hold your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“i’ve got you. just breathe with me, okay? in… and out…”

when it’s time to head to the hospital, hyunju is a whirlwind of calm efficiency.

she grabs the hospital bag, helps you into the car, and keeps one hand on your thigh during the drive, squeezing gently whenever you tense up.

“we’re almost there, my love,”

she says, her voice a warm spot in your mind.

she’s already called the hospital to let them know you’re coming, ensuring everything is ready.

due to past experiences with the hospital setting, hyun-ju is hyper-aware of how medical spaces can sometimes overlook people, so she’s prepared to advocate fiercely for both you and your baby.

at the hospital, hyunju transforms into your fiercest protector.

she’s polite but unwavering, making sure the nurses and doctors follow your birth plan to the letter.

when a nurse suggests something outside your preferences, hyunju steps in with a gentle but firm,

“excuse me, we discussed this in our plan. y/n wants to try natural pain management first and see how things do from there.”

hyunju's attentiveness to your needs is unwavering.

she notices every grimace, every shift in your posture, and she’s quick to ask,

“do you need more pillows? anything?”

as labor intensifies, hyunju stays glued to your side.

she holds your hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you need, even when her fingers go numb.

“you’re doing so well, y/n,”

she says, her eyes shining with pride and love.

she brushes damp hair from your forehead, her touch feather-light. when you’re too tired to speak, she reads your body language, offering sips of water or adjusting the room’s lighting to keep you comfortable.

hyunju’s own journey as a trans woman adds a layer of profound emotion to the experience.

she’s always dreamed of motherhood but never thought she’d see a child born from her love, carrying her biological traits.

in fact, she never believed that someone would love her enough to go through all of this with her.

however, you loved hyunju more than anything.

the way hyunju has been so caring and protective over you during your pregnancy only makes you want more childern with the strong woman.

as she watches you labor, she’s overwhelmed with gratitude.

“you’re giving me something i never thought i’d have,”

she whispers during a quiet moment, her voice thick with tears.

“this baby… she’s ours. she’s proof of us.”

when the pain peaks, hyunju becomes your cheerleader.

she kneels by the bed, her face close to yours, and says,

“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n. you’re bringing our daughter into the world. i’m so proud of you.”

she never lets go of your hand, her grip a steady reminder that she’s with you every step of the way.

hyunju’s attentiveness extends to the medical team.

she notices when a doctor seems rushed and gently but firmly asks for clarification.

“can you explain what that means for y/n and the baby?”

she asks, her tone calm but insistent.

she’s not just there for you emotionally.

she’s your advocate, ensuring your voice is heard even when you’re too exhausted to speak.

as you start pushing, hyunju’s emotions spill over.

she’s still holding your hand, but tears stream down her face as she watches you fight to bring your daughter into the world.

“you’re almost there, love,”

she says, her voice breaking as she holds one of your legs.

“i can’t believe how incredible you are.”

she’s in awe of you, her heart swelling with love and admiration.

she presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering,

“we’re so close to meeting her.”

when your daughter is born, the room fills with the sound of her first cry, and hyunju sobs openly.

she’s overwhelmed, her chest heaving as she looks at the tiny, perfect baby.

its her daughter, your daughter, the embodiment of your love.

“she’s here,”

hyunju chokes out, her voice raw with emotion.

“y/n, she’s here, and she’s beautiful.”

the doctor places the baby on your chest, and hyunju leans in, her hand trembling as she touches her daughter’s tiny fingers.

hyunju can’t stop staring at your daughter.

she sees her own features in the baby’s face.

the shape of her eyes, the curve of her nose.

it hits her like a strong wave.

“she’s got my eyes,”

she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.

“and your cheeks, y/n. look at her… she’s perfect.”

this moment is everything hyunju never dared to dream of, a tangible proof of her love with you, a love she once thought couldn’t create life.

as you rest, hyunju stays close, cradling your daughter when you’re too tired to hold her.

she sits beside you, the baby nestled in her arms, and she hums softly, a lullaby she’s practiced for months.

“i’m your mama,”

she whispers to the baby, her voice thick with emotion.

“and she's your mommy. you have is the bravest mommy in the world.”

she looks at you, her eyes shining.

hyunju’s attentiveness doesn’t stop after the birth.

she’s hyper-aware of your needs as you recover, fluffing your pillows, bringing you snacks, and making sure you’re comfortable.

when you’re ready to breastfeed, she’s there, adjusting the pillows to support you as she helps you with babygirl.

she’s in awe of your strength, and she tells you so constantly.

when the nurses come to check on you, hyunju is quick to ask questions.

“is y/n’s recovery on track? what can we do to help her heal?”

she’s not overbearing, but she’s diligent, ensuring you get the best care.

you make sure that the staff knows hyunju is the other mother, proudly introducing her as, "this is hyunju, my wife and our daughter’s other mama.”

the pride in your family is radiant.

hyunju’s love for your daughter is boundless.

she’s the first to change a diaper, her hands careful but confident as she murmurs to the whiney baby, “don’t worry, little one, mama’s got you.”

she’s meticulous, making sure everything is perfect for your baby.

when your daughter fusses, hyunju rocks her gently, singing softly until she quiets.

“she knows my voice already,”

she says to you, her smile wide and full of wonder.

as you both prepare to leave the hospital, hyunju takes charge, packing up your things and double-checking the car seat.

“we’re bringing our girl home,”

you says, your voice trembling with excitement.

she helps you into the car, her hand lingering on yours.

“you did something incredible, y/n. i’m so grateful for you.”

hyunju's eyes are wet again, but she’s smiling, her love for you and your daughter shining through.

at home, hyunju’s attentiveness heightens.

she sets up a cozy corner for you to rest, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks.

when your daughter cries in the middle of the night, hyunju is up in an instant, saying, “i’ll get her, love. you rest.”

hyunju brings the baby to you for feeding, sitting beside you and stroking your hair as you nurse.

hyunju loves pointing out the traits your daughter inherited from both of you.

“she’s got your stubborn streak,”

she teases when your daughter refuses a bottle, but her tone is full of affection.

“and your knack for drama,”

you add, laughing when the baby lets out a particularly loud wail.

every little trait feels like a miracle to her, a reminder that your love created this perfect little person.

one quiet evening, as you both watch your daughter sleep, hyunju turns to you, her eyes soft.

“i used to think i’d never know what it’s like to be a mother,”

she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“but you… you gave me this. you made me a mama. i love you so much, y/n.”

she kisses you gently, her lips warm against yours.

you pulled away, smiling at her with the biggest twinkle in your eyes.

"you're the only person I'd ever carry this love with, hyunju."

hyunju’s advocacy never wavers for you.

at doctor’s appointments, she’s there, asking questions and taking notes.

“is the baby’s weight gain on track? what about y/n’s recovery?”

she’s not just attentive to your daughter, she’s attuned to you, making sure you’re supported as a new mother.

"hyunju, you don-"

“no, love.. you’re doing so much,”

she tells you.

“let me take care of you, too.”

as your daughter grows, hyunju remains the most loving, attentive mother.

she celebrates every milestone with you, from the first smile to the first giggle.

“look at her, y/n,”

she says, her voice full of awe as your daughter reaches for her.

hyunju’s tears come easily, but they’re always happy tears.

she cannot believe this testament to the life you’ve built together.

every night, hyunju holds you close, your daughter sleeping between you.

“this is everything,”

she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

“you, her, us. i’ll spend my whole life loving you both.”

masterlist

authors note: BECAUSE SHE IS ALIVE AND I FUCKING SAID SO

sorry

tags: @hyunjusbiggestfan

[fox-bright]

hi any life advice for 21yo

Don't date thirty-year-olds until you are at least 25.

Having a glass of water for every glass of alcohol will give you a 50% reduction in hangover viciousness.

Bad people will use your willingness to be quiet as a weapon against you. If someone's being awful to you and trusting you'll be quiet to keep from making waves, surprise them.

There is no physical object in the world that is worth as much as your honor.

Honor is not the same as dignity. Retaining one sometimes means leaving the other aside.

Don't have any sex you don't want to have; have as much as you want of the sex that you do, whether that's a lot, a little, or none at all. Nothing you can do to your own body is immoral, unless you're doing it as an act of self-punishment.

Food is morally neutral. You do not have to earn the right to eat calories. Fat and sugar keep your brain from eating itself.

Learning to sit still and breathe--in, in, in, hold, hold, hold, out, out, out, out, out, out--can give you five feet of clear space around yourself in a maelstrom.

Find out how to make three good meals: A comfort meal you can make for just yourself relatively easily, a fancy meal you can use to wow a date, and a meal you can feed a bunch of people. All the other cooking can come later, but you can build a community on those three meals.

If you ever get to the point that things are so bleak you can see no other way forward but to die, make any other choice. If that means leaving everything you own and being a beach bum, or quitting your career, or taking up or leaving a religion, or deciding to bicycle across the country, so be it; living means more chances, dying means everything stops and you don't get to see any more interesting things. As you have not yet seen all the things that can interest you, it is better to live.

[christmas-winter]

[princeandcrow]

This is for @snapesangel 🙂 I’ve made it fairly open ended so it’s up to you the relationship between yn and Sev. Could be friend / parent / boyfriend etc. Hope it’s ok 🖤

Snape x Reader Comfort

Severus has noticed your change in mood the past few days. Unlike those people that constantly whine about how unfair their lives are, you tend to bottle up your emotions and keep it all inside. But Severus notices how you have been subdued, the sparkle has gone from your eyes, and though he’s not much of a smiler himself, he misses your warm smile and sarcastic jokes.

At first he gives you a bit of space. Sometimes you just need a bit of time to sort things through on your own. And he knew you wouldn’t want to make a big fuss or cause a scene. But after two long days of watching the sadness in your eyes he just couldn’t stand it anymore.

After dinner one evening he demands you come to his quarters. Indicating to the plush chesterfield sofa he busies himself throwing various herbs into a teapot. The sofa looks austere but is surprisingly comfortable and you can’t help curling up in the corner.

Severus joins you, bringing a steaming teapot and two mugs. He sits down next to you and pours you a mug of tea. You breathe in the aroma of rosehip, lavender, and clove and immediately begin to relax a little.

“[y/n]” Severus’ deep voice intones. “I can see that you have not been quite yourself - no don’t tell me you’re fine.” He tells you firmly. “I always know when you are lying.” He adds, his mouth turning up ever so slightly on one side.

“I…” You sigh. You don’t want to be a bother but all of the sadness and anger are just churning up inside and if you don’t let it out soon you might just explode. How is it that Severus always knows exactly what you need?

“I don’t know where to start.” Is all you can manage to say. Already you can feel the tears pricking at the back of your eyes and you don’t want to embarrass yourself by bursting into floods of tears.

“Tell me what cretin has caused you this pain and I will gladly gut them for you.” Severus growls with only a touch of humour, but it makes you smile anyway. Unfortunately the smile causes a few of those tears you have been holding back to spill down your cheeks.

“[y/n]” Severus says again, almost whispering. You look down feeling ashamed but you feel a finger gently brush the wetness from your cheek. You try to take a deep breath so you can explain what has been going on, but the air catches in your throat. Your chest shudders and more tears are threatening now.

The mug is removed from your hands and suddenly you feel yourself enveloped by two long arms. Severus pulls you close and you do not resist. Your face lands in the crook of his shoulder, the soft black fabric soaking up your tears. You feel rather than see yourself being wrapped up in his long robes and you smell cloves and cinnamon with every shaking breath.

“It’s alright.” He tells you. You can feel the reverberations of his voice through his chest. “You can let it out now.”

Almost as if responding to his orders you begin to sob, no longer able to hold it in. Severus gently strokes the back of your head as all of the hurt and anger and confusion fall out of you.

“Breathe.” He intones, and you match your breathing to the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest. Eventually you feel able to sit up and he releases his grasp, but his hands remain on your arms as if to support you.

“Now are you going to tell me who I need to murder or shall I just start throwing random curses until I chance upon the correct target?” He smirks.

You let out a shaky laugh and take a deep breath. He hands you back the tea and you take a comforting sip and then begin to tell Severus all about it…

[whimsicworld]

tolkien fans on tumblr are u still out there!! like/reblog if u are im trying to find you!! <3

[inthiskingdomwewillendure]

Elronds blue robe in 4k

[disasterofastory]

Like a tree (Thranduil x Reader)

Like a tree Thranduil x Reader Warnings: drunk and horny Reader

Summary: You drank too much and your husband takes care of you.

You have to fight with every fiber of your body to open your eyes, and when you do, the world is spinning, and you feel dizzy. You need a few seconds to adjust your sight to the dim lights. The first thing you notice is the soft line of Thranduil’s jaw and, a moment later, his hair as it falls all over his broad shoulders. Your fingers curl around the collar of his robe, not that you are afraid he would drop you. His strong arms are secure and steady under your back and knee. Warmth radiates from his body, bundling you into his embrace. “Where are we going?” You hum against his chest. Your words are muffled and disoriented. “You, my dear, are going to sleep.” “What?” You scoff, wanting to push yourself away from him, but he doesn’t even budge. “I’m fine,” you tell him. “Oh, I know you are fine,” Thranduil laughs. The deep rumble of his chest goes straight to your chest. The deep sound warms your heart. “But I think you drank a bit too much,” he continues. “It seems like I have to talk with the guards again to not challenge you anytime soon.” “Did I win?” You ask him. “Yes.” “Good.”

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[thatfanficstuff]

By Any Other Name - Elrond

Pairing: Elrond x Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: I wrote something. Be amazed. or something. This is my super late entry for lostinaseaoffictionalbliss’s follower celebration. My Prompt was Soulmate AU! Thank you for being patient through my sickness and travels my friend. And congratulations! It has been a long time since I wrote for LOTR and even longer since I wrote for Elrond so be kind. 

***

You should have known Gandalf was up to something. After all, when wasn’t the old man scheming over one plan or another? But you’d been home for too long and needed an adventure of some sort—even if it was only a small trip to deliver a letter. Gandalf often sent you on little jaunts like this, knowing you became restless.

So, you’d taken his letter, packed your bag and saddled your horse to head for Rivendell. Now, you stood in front of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell as he frowned at the letter you’d handed him. He had to have read through it at least three times by now and each time the furrow in his brow became more pronounced.

Finally, he looked up at you, his gaze narrowing as he looked you over. “Do you know what this says?”

You shrugged as you gave a shake of your head. “No. Gandalf didn’t tell me and I certainly didn’t read it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He waved a hand through the air. “Nothing like that. I was simply curious if Gandalf had discussed its contents with you before sending you to deliver it.”

You shook your head again. What exactly had the wizard done this time? When the silence stretched you shifted on your feet as you grew more nervous with each passing second. “Is there something I should know?” you finally asked when you could take the suspense no longer. 

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[those-of-middle-earth-blog]

[ewoksarecute-deactivated2024072]

Some Elrond gorgeousness for Ellie. ♥

[homely-jess]

His Everything Elrond x reader

Pairing: Elrond x wife reader

Based off of this dialogue: “ I wish you could see yourself the way I see you” and “ the only thing I want is you”.

Requested the awesome @kate-aimi

Summary: The reader is self-conscious of her body image and feels like she could never compare to the elleths who surround Lord Elrond. He comforts her and assures her that you are perfect just how you are for him.

WARNINGS: angst, depression.

Notes: I really like writing for Elrond’s character!! 

Want me to write something based off of dialogue? Pick from these two lists and tell me!

link one…………….link two

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