kim young-mi x f!reader + eventual cho hyun ju x f!reader
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: in the deadly games, reader's over-protectiveness over her sensitive girlfriend, young-mi, is beaten out by jealousy when an ex-marine joins your group. after young-mi's tragic death, your shared grief with hyun-ju draws you closer, leading you to realize your jealousy stemmed from something else.
warnings: this series will include themes of death, homicide, attempts of suicide, canon violence, angst, mental illness, fluff, romantic tension, and more.
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
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
remember when everyone was saying nothing could happen to junhee bc netflix wouldn't dare hurt a pregnant woman and that myunggi might unnecessarily sacrifice himself for her and that daeho and hyunju and gihun were gonna be the finalists and that gihun and inho were gonna have the confrontation they deserved and the hwang brothers were gonna have a meaningful conversation/reunion etc.
hoyo found another way to hurt me over la signora...
arlecchino's voiceline is hilarious, la signora was a RICH AUNTIE AUGHH. it's simultaneously pathetically cute and so sad that she was bribing the kids for love. im going to think about la signora at the house of the hearth forever now
No, because it’s so interesting that Rachel and Max are competing with each other’s ghosts, and neither one can truly win.
Rachel had to live up to the girl who came before all of Chloe’s pain. Max was the childhood best friend who acted as Chloe’s first love. It’s impossible to escape her influence because every aspect of Chloe’s life is drenched in her memory of Max.
The bedroom where Rachel and Chloe had sleepovers was where two young girls played board games on rainy days. The couch where Chloe and Rachel watched tv was a pirate ship five mere years ago. The backyard, where they could dream of something bigger, felt much larger when Max and Chloe played there as kids. The ghost Rachel had to defeat was nostalgia, and that’s one hell of a powerful demon.
Then Rachel becomes one of Chloe’s ghosts. She goes missing, and Chloe puts her on a pedestal because of the unanswered questions. She becomes this dream girl who can’t let Chloe down because she’s not in a position to do so, and therefore morphs into a figment that’s just as interpretable to Chloe as it is to Max. That makes the idea of her perfection. As if she were an angel.
This leaves Max trying to compete with a perfect entity who always lingers on Chloe’s mind and interrupts their moments together. Chloe shows Max her secret hideout and then lets her know it would never be just theirs because she wishes Rachel was there too. They have a moment in the pool, and Chloe interrupts their silence to whimsically talk about how much Rachel would’ve loved being there at night. They speak on the cliffs moments before Chloe’s fate is decided, and she tells Max, “Everything needed to happen. Except for what happened to Rachel.” even though Max just went through hell. The ghost Max had to defeat was one created by grief, and that’s one hell of a powerful demon.
Chloe loves both Rachel and Max. Yet she’ll always be yearning for what she can’t have.
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