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TRIO || RAIN

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Btw this year I got the funniest tramp stamp I could think of

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Shadowgreen Cavern

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Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 [ 𝚙𝚝. 𝟸 ]

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how do i wife her up

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i think i'm in love with her

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A Chance Encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic

summary: a story about how you and Hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, fluff, comfort, pre-squid game, mentions of transphobia, slice of life. a/n: i watched season 2 and Hyun-ju was my favorite; my girl deserves the world. i've probably read everything out there on her and decided to write my own. just a silly fic, very much self indulgent. it's my first time posting on tumblr in a veeeery long time. i'm not korean so google was my friend when looking for names, sorry for any mistakes; i'll be happy to fix it! enjoy!

part 1. the girl in the waiting room

the first time you met hyun-ju, she had just started transitioning. it was one of those moments that felt ordinary at the time but would later stand out like a bright pin on the timeline of your life. the setting? a plastic surgery clinic. not exactly the backdrop you'd expect for meeting someone who would quietly reshape your world, but that’s how it goes sometimes.

before everything—before there were shared smiles, late-night conversations, or tentative touches—you were just two strangers sitting near, each with your own reasons for being there and no idea what the future held.

it all started with your friend ha-neul, whose latest fixation on getting a nose job had consumed her every waking thought. she’d begged you to come along for the consultation, as she always did when her confidence wavered. “really, ha-neul?” you groaned as she clutched her phone in both hands, her bottom lip jutting out dramatically. “you want me to spend my afternoon in a clinic so you can… pick out a nose?” “pleeeeease! you’re the only person i trust,” she whined, tugging on your arm like a child.

she won, of course.

it was january 2022, winter in seoul, the kind of cold that sinks into your bones. snow blanketed the streets, and the wind cut through even the thickest scarves. you and ha-neul stepped into the clinic, the warmth hitting you like a wall. it was fancy in that slightly intimidating way; the space was pristine—glossy floors, muted lighting, and furniture that looked both comfortable and expensive. 

a coat attendant greeted you and ha-neul with a polite smile, and after handing over your coats, gloves, and scarves, you followed ha-neul into the waiting area, where she made some ridiculous comment about her “glow-up.” you couldn’t help laughing, but your amusement was cut short by a sharp hiss for silence from someone in the waiting area.

trying to suppress your giggles, you gave ha-neul a nudge toward the reception desk. meanwhile, you scanned the room for somewhere to sit. the waiting area wasn’t packed, but the seats weren’t arranged conveniently either. the only two spots together were near the back, next to a tall woman sitting by herself.

as you walked toward her, she glanced up, just for a second, before quickly lowering her gaze to her lap. in that brief moment, you noticed how pretty she was—soft features, delicate but striking.

“excuse me, miss, are these seats taken?” you asked, pointing to the chairs beside her.

she looked up, her eyes wide and a little surprised. “oh, hi. um, no, no one’s sitting there,” she said, her voice soft but kind.

smiling as you gestured toward the empty seats you said. “i wasn’t sure if i should ask or just risk it.”

she gave a tiny nod, her lips curving into a polite smile. “it’s okay. they’re free.”

“thanks,” you said, sliding into the seat next to her. she nodded once, then went back to staring at her hands.

you couldn’t help stealing glances in her direction. you tried not to stare—didn’t want to look like a total creep—but it was hard to resist. every time the heater’s vent swung your way, her perfume would drift toward you, delicate and intriguing. it was floral, though you couldn’t pin down the exact bloom, with just a faint hint of spice that added warmth to the scent. it was subtle but captivating, just like her.

she was taller than you; that much was obvious even sitting down. the top of your head barely reached her neck. she was dressed simply, but there was something effortless about the way she pulled it off. black boots, burgundy pants, and a loose black lace top with long sleeves, all tied together with a matching scarf wrapped snugly around her neck. her hands rested in her lap, big but elegant, with neat, short nails painted a rich navy blue. a dainty gold chain gleamed around her wrist, catching the light whenever she twisted her fingers nervously.

her skin was fair, with a slight scar running across the back of one hand—small, but noticeable when you looked closely. and her face… her face was beautiful, the kind of beauty that wasn’t conventional but so uniquely her that it caught your attention and held it. full, pink lips. a softly curved nose, with a little bump along the bridge that made you wonder if that was why she was here. her almond-shaped eyes were dark and expressive, framed by long lashes that seemed to sweep down when she blinked.

her hair, dark brown and glossy, fell just to her chin in a straight cut with a middle part. it was slightly uneven at the ends, as though she’d missed a recent trim, and the bangs framed her forehead in a way that softened her features. occasionally, she would tuck a strand behind her ear, revealing a small rhinestone stud that glinted faintly when it caught the light.

at one point, she adjusted her scarf, unwinding it briefly before wrapping it more snugly around her neck. that’s when you noticed it—the faint rise and fall of her adam’s apple. something shifted in your mind, and your eyes caught details you hadn’t registered before. the light shadow along her jawline. the faintest trace of it above her upper lip, shaved clean and close to skin but still present under the soft lighting. 

she was a trans woman. the realization didn’t faze you; instead, it filled you with quiet admiration. she was brave. in a society that still treated the lgbtq+ community with hesitation at best and hostility at worst, her presence here—living her truth—was an act of quiet defiance. you’d seen your friends in the community hiding in plain sight, closeted for their own safety, in fear of losing their families, jobs, or even their social circles. the ones that decided to live their lives as they wished, had to persist through it all.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when ha-neul dropped into the seat beside you, nearly shoving her phone in your face. “look! i found a whole gallery of noses!” she said, flipping through photos like her life depended on it.

you tried to pay attention, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the woman beside you. she stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the tv playing serene nature videos. still, every now and then, you thought you caught her sneaking glances at you and ha-neul. there was something in her expression—curiosity, maybe, or even a hint of longing.

what you didn’t catch was the way ha-neul’s gaze flitted between the two of you, a knowing look in her eyes.

“cho hyun-ju?”

a voice from the hallway broke the quiet hum of the waiting room. the woman next to you perked up, her name clearly familiar. she stood gracefully, gathering her bag and scarf. before you could stop yourself, you said, “good luck.”

she froze mid-step, turning to look at you. her eyes widened slightly, then softened as a shy smile spread across her face. “thank you,” she said quietly, her voice sweet and a little shaky.

you felt heat rise to your cheeks as she walked away, her tall, lean frame disappearing into the hallway. you didn’t realize you were still staring until ha-neul’s amused voice snapped you out of it.

“don’t,” you said, cutting her off before she could even start.

“i won’t say anything,” she said, feigning innocence. “well, except… you know she’s…” she hesitated, her voice dropping. “a man, right?”

you rolled your eyes.

“i mean no offense,” she added quickly. “i’m just saying…”

you rolled your eyes. “first of all, no. she’s a woman. a trans woman. and second, please be respectful.”

“i didn’t mean it like that,” ha-neul said quickly, looking genuinely contrite. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t trying to be mean.” ha-neul was a good friend with a kind heart, but she often spoke without filtering her thoughts. you saw it as your responsibility to gently correct her when needed.

the waiting room slowly emptied as time passed, and eventually, it was ha-neul’s turn. she dragged you along to the doctor’s office, chattering excitedly about her “new look.”

but even as you followed her down the hallway, you couldn’t help wondering which door hyun-ju had gone through.

as you and ha-neul pulled on your coats and stepped into the chilly january air, your laughter echoed in the quiet street. snow crunched beneath your boots as you huddled together against the cold, chatting animatedly about the absurd noses she’d shown you earlier. neither of you noticed the figure across the street, unlocking the door of her car—a figure you might’ve recognized if you’d looked just a little closer.

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DREAMS AND LIGHTS (MEAN NOTHING IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU); cho hyun-ju / reader

CHAPTER THREE.

“Unnie,” Young-mi’s voice breaks the silence, and you watch as Hyun-ju’s eyes fall on you before turning to her. “Can I ask you something?”

You’re sat across from them both, on one of the bunks beside Geum-ja and Yong-sik, your feet absentmindedly hanging off the side, swinging back and forth in mindless circles. Cuticles bleeding and eyes cloudy, you had half-forgotten where you truly were; trapped inside the dormitory, bathed in mind-numbing fluorescence as more and more players stumble inside. The high of victory had died down a while ago, and the comedown was hitting you like a brick to the head. You’d been seconds — actual, literal seconds — from getting riddled with bullets, hauled off and never seen again.

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He's currently living inside my veins and replacing that oxygen with his presence

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i want that cookie SO fucking bad 😭😭😭 (aziphapalala on tt)

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He’s so crazy I can’t take him anywhere 🤪