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Loving me… is hard. Yes. It appears so. But are you still going to? Yes.

EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO (2022) dir. Yoo In Sik

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EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO (2022) dir. Yoo In Shik

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Oh look it’s me

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After a little hiatus chapter 16 is here! 🖤

Sort of made this tumblr and forgot to do anything with it whoops well here’s a mood board I made for my EAW omegaverse AU 🖤 (18+ only🔞)

Youngwoo wondered sometimes, if her indifference to scents was something to do with her autism. She experienced the senses differently to neurotypical people - perhaps scents just weren’t tangible to her in the same way. Honestly, she was glad - the inconveniences of heats, along with the way society viewed her as an omega were enough to contend with without the willingness to jump any alpha’s bones who smelt good to her.

That wasn’t to say she couldn’t smell at all. Of course she knew that everyone had their own particular scent, and that alphas and omegas tended to smell stronger generally than betas, and this intensified when one was in heat or rut, but, apart from being occasionally strongly repelled, Youngwoo had just never found herself affected by them. She had certainly never been drawn to a scent anyhow.

That was until she’d met Lee Junho.

Scented

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PARK EUN BIN for VOGUE KOREA, Nov. 2022 ↳ Behind the scenes photos

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My nanowrimo 2022 project ✨

Not Regarding Something as Likely to Happen

Pregnant. She was pregnant. And, as of two weeks ago, single too. Not that she and Junho had ever officially become an item before she’d had to break things off.

What was she going to do?

Chapters 1 - 5 are up now!

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Very fluffy future married Wooho fic snippet, rated G 🐳💕

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Her alarm clock blares out, and with a groan, Youngwoo reaches out a hand and switches it off before sitting up in bed, pushing up her eye mask. She rubs at her eyes, blinking blearily into the room before glancing at the rest of the empty bed.

Monday. Her first day back at work in three months. While she had popped into the office a couple of times during her time off, this would be her first day working again, and she has mixed feelings about it. She’s missed work, and she’s looking forward to being busy again and getting stuck into new cases but… she’ll miss her quiet life, here at home, the little slice of peace they had carved out for themselves.

“Youngwoo-ya! I’ve made breakfast!” A familiar voice calls out, and she perks up. Breakfast already? He must have been up early this morning.

She pulls on a robe and tosses off her mask, shoving her feet into the slippers by her bed, and she’s still yawning when she pads into the kitchen.

“There you are,” Junho says, grinning at her from his place by the cooker. “One Woo Youngwoo gimbap for eomma,” he places a plate down at her place at the table as she plops into a chair. “And one warm milk for you.” He sets down a bottle on the high chair, ruffling their daughter’s non-existent hair before shucking his apron and grabbing his own mug of coffee, setting it down in front of him and dropping into a chair, picking up the bottle.

“Shouldn’t I breastfeed this morning?” Youngwoo says, touching her daughter’s little cheek with her thumb fondly. “Since I’m going to be out all day.”

“I thought it would be better if I fed her, since you have to get ready for work.”

Youngwoo shakes her head, sticking a mouthful of gimbap into her mouth and setting down her chopsticks, reaching for her child. “I’d have to pump anyway, or I’ll be sore by the end of the day. I can feed her while I eat.”

“Alright jagiya. Let’s go to eomma, huh?” Junho stands to swing his daughter from her highchair, placing her carefully in Youngwoo’s arms and helping her unbutton her pyjama top, pushing it aside so she can settle the tiny child at her breast.

“Ah,” she hisses as she latches on.

“Still sore?”

“A little. It’s okay once she starts.” Getting used to the sensation of her daughter suckling from her had been bizarre - but Youngwoo had thought about how whales nursed their young, and imagined the little child as a whale calf. Whales were notoriously wonderful, nurturing mothers, and Youngwoo was determined to be the same.

“Here, eat,” Junho prompts, picking up the chopsticks and a piece of gimbap, offering it to her. She opens her mouth to take it, snickering around the mouthful. “What?”

“You’re feeding me like a baby while I’m feeding the baby.”

He grins. “Well I’ve gotta make sure my wife is well fed too,” he says, offering her another piece of gimbap. “How you feeling about work today?”

“Good,” Youngwoo nods. “Although the routine will take some getting used to again.” Truthfully, she was feeling more than a little stressed about that - it had been hard at first with a new baby, but she’d settled nicely into a routine with her daughter now, feed, nap, and changing times all down to a schedule. Now she’d have to get used to getting up and going to work again, and alter her new daughter’s routine around it too.

Since she earned the most money out of the two of them, it had made sense that Junho would be the one to stay home whilst she kept working - although attorney Jung had promised him some hours from home once he was ready. Youngwoo knew it was a bit unorthodox, for the wife to go to work whilst the husband stayed home with their new baby (his mother had pursed her lips and made a few snide comments here and there), but Junho didn’t seem to give a damn, more than happy for her to be the breadwinner whilst he took care of their daughter.

“Youngwoo-ya!”

She looks round in surprise as her best friend bursts in through the back door of their kitchen.

“Geurami! She’s feeding her!” Junho exclaims, moving to cover his wife’s chest.

“Ah, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Geurami waves a hand and Junho’s eyes bulge.

“What?”

Youngwoo nods. “She helped me buy my first bra. I was fifteen and I’d never worn one because I didn’t know how they should fit.”

Geurami is nodding, and Junho drags a hand over his face and sits back down.

“What are you doing here so early Geurami?” Youngwoo asks. She glances at the time. “Shouldn’t you still be sleeping?”

“Ah - I haven’t been to bed yet. I wanted to see my best friend before she goes back to work this morning.”

Ever since Geurami and Hairy had opened up their own bar/late night dining club, as Geurami had dubbed it, her friend had taken to sleeping during the days so she could be up all night. Usually, Youngwoo didn’t see or hear from her until the late afternoon or evening.

“It’s your favourite auntie!” Her friend coos at the baby, leaning in to gently poke her little cheek as she suckles from her mother. Youngwoo bats Geurami’s hand away. “You’ll put her off, and she needs to drink; I won’t be able to feed her for approximately ten hours and fifteen minutes after this.”

Geurami snorts. “It’s not like she’s going to starve Youngwoo-ya! Junho can feed her too, you know.”

“Yes, I know but…” she trails off, chewing her lip. Her friend was right; Junho could feed her. Her breast milk had been stored for this reason, all safely stashed in the fridge, and she’d given him the schedule of feeding times written neatly out. They would be fine. She would be fine.

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not them competing for who gets to protect the other????

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Lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

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Step aside all romantic male leads, we have a champion🥇

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Scented chapter 14 is now up 💕

Sort of made this tumblr and forgot to do anything with it whoops well here’s a mood board I made for my EAW omegaverse AU 🖤 (18+ only🔞)

Youngwoo wondered sometimes, if her indifference to scents was something to do with her autism. She experienced the senses differently to neurotypical people - perhaps scents just weren’t tangible to her in the same way. Honestly, she was glad - the inconveniences of heats, along with the way society viewed her as an omega were enough to contend with without the willingness to jump any alpha’s bones who smelt good to her.

That wasn’t to say she couldn’t smell at all. Of course she knew that everyone had their own particular scent, and that alphas and omegas tended to smell stronger generally than betas, and this intensified when one was in heat or rut, but, apart from being occasionally strongly repelled, Youngwoo had just never found herself affected by them. She had certainly never been drawn to a scent anyhow.

That was until she’d met Lee Junho.

Scented

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I often post these on twitter and I need to start using this tumblr a bit more sooo here’s a little sneak peak snippet of the next chapter of my wooho omegaverse AU Scented

Junho’s hands curl into fists on his lap.

“Are you suggesting that I shouldn’t have asked her?”

“Mm,” the doctor nods. “But no matter - the situation can be easily rectified - you’ll find her much more compliant in general once she’s mated too, and it should settle your hormones right down.”

Junho stands abruptly. “I don’t think you can be any help to me,” he snaps. “I’m leaving.”

“What - now wait a minute -“

Unwilling to listen to another word, he marches from the room, heading straight down the corridor and through reception towards the exit.

“Sir!” Squeaks the woman on reception. “Sir, you haven’t paid!”

“Sue me,” he snaps, shoving the doors open and storming right outside.

He paces, furious, berating himself for even bothering to come. Hands shaking a little, he pulls out his phone, checking the time to see that it was almost one, and hitting call on her name as he seethes about the encounter.

“Fucking asshole,” he growls, stomach simmering with fury as the phone rings.

“…Huh?”

“Attorney Woo! Sorry - not you.”

“Are… you okay, Junho ssi?”

“Yes - sorry, I just… are you free for lunch? I’m in the city nearby, I thought I could take you somewhere and we could eat together.”

“Yes,” she says brightly. “Okay! I’ll meet you outside of Hanbada since you probably shouldn’t come in.”

“Agreed,” he sighs. “I’ll see you soon.”

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don’t know you, girl but thank you! Your fics make so fucking happy 🍭🍭

Omg I missed this before I’m so bad at tumblr haha but thank you so much!! 🥺🥰

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Sorry for the fic spam, I was going through my google docs and I have so many bits and pieces of things I wrote so decided to share some of them here as they’ll only sit there otherwise. Might have some more to post soon too but I’ll give you a break 🤣

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Sickly soft and sweet Wooho first time smut 🐳💕 rated M (1.2k words)

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Holding his weight over her on his forearms, braced on the mattress either side of her, Junho gazes down into her face. Her thighs cradle his hips, and their torsos are pressed closely together, their hearts beating in tandem against their chests as Youngwoo looks back up at him, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze.

Gods, she was beautiful. He never thought he’d have this… from the moment he met her and he fell head over heels, at first she had seemed so… perfect she was surely unattainable - and then when she’d - miraculously- returned his affections, he’d had to be so careful around her that having her like this some day still seemed like it was merely a distant fantasy. He’d have been okay with that - even if Youngwoo had never been able to tolerate his touch or closeness like this, he would have been fine with it. He loved her so completely that all he strives for was to make her happy.

The way he could do that and have her like this too was… mind boggling.

He shifts his arm, bringing a hand to her face, reverently stroking his fingers through her hair.

“I’m scared,” she admits, voice small.

“We can stop,” he says immediately, stomach flipping in concern. “We don’t need to go any further than this.”

“Ani… I don’t want to stop, but I’m… I’m scared I’ll disappoint you.”

Junho’s face softens, and god he could cry because what did he do to deserve her? Surely nothing surmountable to what she gave him in return. “My love,” he says, stroking her face, “you could never ever disappoint me. Just having you close like this is more than enough.”

She’s chewing her lip, mouth moving from side to side. “But… what if I’m not good at it?” She says, and hurries on before he can argue. “Or… or what if I can’t handle the sensation, and we can’t do it at all.” He small voice gets quieter as she speaks until she finishes on a whisper, now avoiding his eyes. His wants to cry again. Has she been fretting about this? Did she really not understand that all he wanted in life was to make her happy?

“If you don’t like it, then we stop, and we don’t have to do it again. Sex isn’t… the be all and end all. And besides - there’s other things we can do - things we both already enjoy, isn’t there?”

“Like walks in the park? Or watching documentaries on your sofa with ice cream?”

“No, love,” he chuckles. “I’m referring to uh… things we do in the bedroom.”

“Ah,” she replies. “You like when I touch your…” she trails off, glancing pointedly downwards.

“I definitely do,” he chuckles. “And you like it when I touch you too, don’t you?” She nods and he leans in, pressing a kiss to her jaw, just under her ear, lowering his voice. “And when I use my mouth on you, when I make you come with my tongue…”

She gives a whimper, and he feels her shift beneath him, squirming a little.

“I like that a lot.”

“Yeah?” He sinks down, because how can he resist? Sliding down her body, shuffling until he’s settled between her spread legs and opening his mouth, letting his tongue slide up between her legs.

“Ah!” She exclaims, head tossing back against the pillows as her hands go to his hair.

He’s quite content down there - content even if she changes her mind and decides this is all she wants tonight, but after just a few short minutes, she stops him.

“Junho,” she tugs desperately at his hair. “Junho… Junho!”

“Mm?” He lifts his head, mouth shining, looking up her her, panting hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hard, cheeks flushed.

“I think… I think I’m ready now.”

“Yeah?” He glances down. “Don’t you want me to…?”

She shakes her head, tugging urgently at him.

“Ani, I want… I want you to do it now.”

He groans, heat shooting through his already extremely aroused body like a bolt, and he crawls up from between her legs, settling over her again. His cock gives a twitch, bumping between her legs, heat radiating from her.

“Are you sure?”

She nods, and he shifts into position, reaching down between them, taking hold of his cock with one hand to guide it to her entrance. He circles her there, rubbing the tip of his cock around, teasing her, testing the give as he presses a little way against her.

“Just -!” She squeaks out, and he pauses. “Go slow,” she releases with a little puff of air. Her eyes are dropped below his eyeline, searching, moving across his chest and shoulders and off to the side and back. Nerves. Of course she was nervous - honestly, Junho was too, but he’s determined to keep his cool, be the calm steady presence she needs in a moment where she feels so outside of her comfort zone.

“As slow as you want,” he promises, dropping a kiss to the tip of her nose. “And we stop whenever you want,” he assures her again.

“Ready?”

Youngwoo takes a big breath, and nods, holding it, and he presses in, easy and gently, inching slowly inside of her. It kills him to go this slow, and his arms shake with the effort of holding himself back but he doesn’t falter, watching her face carefully for signs of discomfort as he eases into her. He realises she’s still holding her breath, and drops another kiss to her nose.

“Breathe,” he reminds her.

She lets it out, a shaky exhale, and then another sharp inhale, and then she’s panting, breath coming short and rapid, hands flexing on his shoulders.

“Alright?”

She nods.

“Are you sure?”

She shifts underneath him, and gives a sigh that sounds like she’s relaxing. “Yes,” she breathes. “I’m… good. It’s good.”

He can’t help the smile that comes to his face. “Yeah?”

She nods again. “Yes.

His chest swelling with what he realises is pride, he leans down to press a heated kiss to her lips, pouring all the love her feels for her into it. His body gives a throb, and he breaks the kiss, panting against her mouth.

“Are you ready then?”

“Yes,” she says again, hands gripping his back, and Junho takes a breath, and starts to move.

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Afterwards, when he lays by her side, both of them panting and a sheen of sweat glistening on their skin, he feels her reach for his hand in the dark.

He glances at her, curious as he takes it, carefully linking his fingers with her own, and squeezing tight the way he knows she likes it for the brief periods when she lets him hold her hand.

“Are you counting?” He murmurs, “or shall I get my phone?”

Youngwoo draws in a deep breath, and releases it, turning her face to nuzzle into his shoulder and pulling their joined hands over her chest.

“I don’t think I need the timer anymore,” she tells him.

Junho falls asleep that night with a smile on his face, and the knowledge that the ring in his bedside drawer wouldn’t stay hidden in its box for much longer.

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When Youngwoo had asked her younger brother to extend an invitation to their mother for her and Junho’s wedding, she hadn’t really expected her to turn up.

“Are you leaving?” She says as she catches up with the older woman outside the hall, Junho right behind her.

Tae Sumi turns to face her. “Yes. I have… somewhere I need to be, but I wanted to… well. I just - congratulations,” she settles for. “I left you a wedding gift on the table.”

Still feeling a little stunned, Younfwoo is glad when Junho opens his mouth and speaks for her. “Thank you - and thank you for coming. I know it meant a lot to Youngwoo that you did.”

“Yes,” her estranged mother says, and glances between them before bowing her head. “Well - enjoy the rest of your day.”

“We’re expecting,” Youngwoo blurts out before she can turn away, and Tae Sumi’s eyes widen.

“What?”

“We’re expecting,” she repeats, “and by expecting I don’t mean ‘something about to happen’.” her hand goes to her belly, still mostly flat to anyone who wasn’t specifically looking, but she can feel the ever so slight curve of her abdomen as she rests it there. She feels Junho’s hand on her back.

Tae Sumi’s gaze flickers between where her hand rests, and her and Junho, seemingly unable to find words a moment, before she gives herself a shake.

“I see,” she replies, and forces a smile. “Well. congratulations.”

She makes to turn away and Youngwoo hurries on.

“I wanted -“ she waits until her mother turns back to face her. “I wanted to ask if…” she glances at Junho who gives her a nod. His hand is still warm on her back, and she focuses on it, the feeling grounding her. “This child will be your granddaughter,” she continues. “You weren’t a part of your daughter’s life at all, but… but if you would like to be part of your granddaughter’s… well, I think she would like that too.”

Tae Sumi appears frozen, face going through a number of subtle expressions Youngwoo can’t identify. After a moment she speaks. “You’re having a girl?”

Youngwoo nods. “Yes. I’m four months along, at the last scan they were able to identify her gender. We haven’t decided on a name yet but the name ‘Has’ means ocean, so it’s one we’re considering to be a part of it, since Junho says we can’t name her golae.”

A flicker of a smile appears briefly on Sumi’s face at that. “I’m glad one of you is sensible,” she agrees.

Youngwoo shuffles on her feet. “Okay,” she says, content that she’d said what she wanted to, and nods at Junho, turning to head back inside.