⸝⸝ BASKETBALL PLAYER! SEONGHYEON x STUDENT COUNCIL! READER
⌗ SYNOPSIS ⋮ IN WHICH [reader], the school student council's secretary catches an eye for a known basketball varsity player, eom "sean" seonghyeon.
⧽ disclaimers : separate fiction from reality , this is a work of fiction , all accounts are fake.
⧽ reader as low profile in socmed but well-known at school , priv acc user ⸝⸝ cortis as guys who hang around the court every free time, seonghyeon as the only one who pursued bball among them as a sport.
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Ი𐑼 THE WINX CLUB . . .
𝄞 ELITE BALLERS . . .
— NOTE ⋮ this is NOT a njz x cortis work, and i am not associating njz as readers friends. couldn't think of whose faces to put as friends lol.. happy reading!
In which Fem!Reader and her boyfriend, Ace/Deuce/Leona/Kalim/Jamil/Silver/Crewel, have a date scheduled on Valentine's Day, but he completely blows her off to help a female coworker of his who Reader knows has a crush on him.
Angst. Fem(MtF and AFAB-Friendly)!Reader. Established relationship(?). Toxic argument. Some of these end in a breakup.
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Forest Habits
Summary: Your new neighbor Jongho has some unique habits, but you’re more focused on falling in love with him than questioning why he acts so beary.
Fandom: ATEEZ
Pairing: Jongho x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Fantasy Au, Hybrid Au(nothing physical just characteristic)
Word Count: 3k~
Warnings: None (found family dynamics, and cozy domestic content.)
A/N: If no one asks how Jongho was born then everything's fine.
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The new neighbor has some interesting habits.
First, he exclusively shops the clearance produce section, buying quantities of fruit that would make a smoothie bar owner jealous. You watch from behind your cereal as he loads his cart with marked down berries, slightly bruised peaches, and what appears to be the entire stock of day old bakery honey wheat bread.
Second, he pays for everything in exact change, counting out bills and coins with the careful precision of someone who keeps their money in jars rather than a bank.
Third, when he catches you staring, he freezes completely. Not just pauses, but goes utterly still like wildlife caught in headlights, before offering a small and cautious wave.
“You’re the one who bought the old Miller place,” you say, approaching his cart. “I’m Y/N. I live in the blue house down the road.”
“Jongho.” His voice is warm but quiet, like he doesn’t use it much. “Nice to meet you.”
“Need help carrying all this?” You eye the precarious stack of berry containers. “That’s a lot of groceries for one person.”
He shifts slightly, and you catch a whiff of something clean and woodsy, like pine sap and fresh air. “I eat a lot.”
Which, looking at him, makes sense. He’s built like he spends his days chopping wood and moving boulders, all broad shoulders and sturdy frame packed into a simple flannel shirt.
“Fair enough. Well, if you ever need anything, I’m just down the hill. The house with the vegetable garden that’s slowly taking over the yard.”
His eyes brighten with interest. “You grow your own food?”
“Trying to. The deer keep eating my lettuce.”
“Cayenne pepper,” he says immediately. “Mix it with water, spray it on the leaves. They don’t like spicy food.”
“You know about gardening?”
“I know about deers-.” He pauses, then adds, “I- Uh, I mean, I like growing things.”
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Jongho, you discover, has the greenest thumb you’ve ever encountered.
When you mention your struggling tomato plants over the fence three days later, he appears in your garden twenty minutes later with a small arsenal of organic fertilizers and an intense focus that’s oddly endearing.
“They’re stressed,” he explains, gently turning over leaves to examine them. “Too much water, not enough nutrients. And this soil is too compact.”
“How can you tell all that just by looking?”
He glances up at you, dirt already smudged on his cheek. “Can’t you smell it?”
You lean closer to the plant, inhaling. It smells like… plant. Maybe slightly sour? “Not really.”
“Hm.” He turns back to his work, carefully loosening soil around the base. “I’m good with plants. And they’re not too different from… other living things.”
There’s something almost secretive about the way he says it, but he’s already moved on to discussing proper mulching techniques with the kind of enthusiasm most people reserve for sports or celebrity gossip.
By the time he’s finished, your tomato plants look perkier and you’ve learned more about companion planting than you thought possible.
“Thank you,” you say, watching him pack up his supplies. “Can I make you dinner sometime? As payment?”
He goes very still again, that wildlife, startled expression crossing his face. “You don’t need to pay me.”
“I want to. I like cooking, and you clearly know what you’re doing with gardens. We could help each other out.”
“I eat a lot,” he warns, like this is something that’s caused problems before.
“I cook a lot,” you counter. “Seriously, I always make too much. You’d be doing me a favor.”
The smile that spreads across his face is small but genuine. “I’d like that.”
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Jongho does, in fact, eat a lot.
He also eats with a methodical efficiency that’s fascinating to watch, and he makes appreciative humming sounds that are so genuinely pleased they make your heart skip.
“This is really good,” he says around a mouthful of honey-glazed salmon. “I don’t get fish much.”
“There’s a stream that runs behind the Miller place. No fish there?”
“Not lately.” He pauses, fork halfway to his mouth. “I mean, I don’t fish much. Never really learned how.”
Which seems unlikely given how comfortable he is in the outdoors, but you don’t push. Everyone has gaps in their knowledge.
“I could teach you,” you offer. “My dad used to take me when I was little.”
“I’d like that.”
After dinner, he insists on washing dishes, moving around your kitchen with surprising familiarity. When he reaches for things on high shelves without asking where they are, or automatically puts leftovers in containers you hadn’t even gotten out yet, you chalk it up to good instincts.
“You’re very domestic for someone who lives alone in the woods,” you tease.
He freezes with a dish towel in his hands. “I don’t live in the woods.”
“Sorry, I just meant- the Miller place is pretty secluded.”
“Right. Yes.” He relaxes slightly. “I like quiet places.”
“Me too. That’s why I moved out here.”
“From the city?”
“Suburbs. Too many people, too much noise. I wanted space to grow things and think.”
“And now you have deer eating your lettuce.”
“Now I have deer eating my lettuce,” you agree, laughing. “But I also have a neighbor who knows how to stop them, so it’s working out.”
The look he gives you is soft and a little wondering, like he’s not used to things working out.
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Summer settles into a comfortable routine. Jongho appears in your garden most mornings, usually carrying coffee for both of you in a thermos that keeps things hot for hours. He’s gotten into the habit of checking your plants while you’re still waking up, and you’ve gotten into the habit of making breakfast for two.
“You don’t have to feed me every day,” he says one morning, but he’s already reaching for the plate of pancakes you’ve set out.
“I like feeding you,” you say honestly. “You get this happy expression when you eat, like you’re surprised by how good everything tastes.”
He pauses mid-bite. “Food tastes better when someone makes it for you.”
“Is that bear wisdom?”
The fork clatters against his plate. “What?”
“Sorry, I just meant- you have a very practical way of looking at things. Like folk wisdom. Bear, ox, something sturdy and sensible.” You’re rambling now, but he’s staring at you with such an odd expression. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Oh.” He picks up his fork again, but his movements are careful. “Right.”
There’s something strange in his voice, but before you can ask about it, he’s complimenting your maple syrup choice and the moment passes.
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August brings a heat wave that leaves everyone in the valley wilted and cranky. Everyone except Jongho, who seems to thrive in weather that makes you want to melt into a puddle.
“Aren’t you hot?” you ask, watching him weed your garden in the blazing afternoon sun while you hide under the porch umbrella with iced tea.
“Not really.” He sits back on his heels, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I run warm.”
“That’s an understatement. You’re like a human furnace.”
“Is that bad?”
“In summer, yes. In winter, probably amazing.”
He ducks his head, but you catch the pleased expression that crosses his face.
Later, when the sun starts to set and the temperature drops to merely oppressive, he joins you on the porch. You’re sprawled across the outdoor couch in the least dignified way possible, trying to catch any hint of breeze.
“You look miserable,” he observes.
“I am miserable. I wasn’t built for this weather.”
Without saying anything, he settles onto the couch next to you. “Come here.”
“Jongho, you’re like ninety degrees. That’s the opposite of helpful right now.”
“Trust me.”
Something in his voice makes you shift closer, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his side. You’re about to protest that this is making everything worse when something strange happens.
Instead of adding to the oppressive heat, his warmth seems to… regulate yours? Like your overheated skin is finding balance against his steady temperature. The uncomfortable sweat cools, your racing heartbeat slows, and suddenly you’re not miserable anymore.
“How are you doing that?” you mumble against his shoulder.
“Doing what?”
“I should be dying right now, but I feel fine.”
His arm tightens around you slightly. “Good metabolism, I guess.”
You’re too comfortable to question the logic of that statement. Instead, you let yourself relax into his warmth, breathing in that clean, woodsy scent that always surrounds him.
“This is nice,” you say quietly.
“Yeah,” he agrees, voice soft. “It is.”
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September brings cooler nights and Jongho’s first confession.
You’re making soup when he appears in your kitchen, moving with that silent way he has that should probably be alarming but mostly just seems like a useful skill.
“Smells good,” he says, peering over your shoulder at the pot.
“Butternut squash. Want to stay for dinner?”
“Always.” He settles at your kitchen table, chin propped on his hand as he watches you cook. “Y/N?”
“Mm?”
“I should probably tell you something.”
You glance back at him. There’s something nervous in his expression, like he’s working up courage. “Okay.”
“I’m not entirely human.”
“That makes sense,” you say, turning back to stir the soup. “What kind of non-human?”
Silence. You look over your shoulder to find him staring at you.
“That’s… not the reaction I expected.”
“What reaction were you expecting?”
“Fear? Shock? Questions about what exactly I am?”
You consider this, tasting the soup and adding more salt. “I mean, I’m curious about details, but honestly? You’re the least surprising supernatural reveal I can imagine.”
“I am?”
“Jongho, you appear silently in my kitchen, you can tell what plants need just by smelling them, you eat like you’re preparing for hibernation, and you generate heat like a small furnace. Plus you have this whole thing where you go completely still when you’re startled, like prey animal instincts but… bigger.”
“Oh.”
“So what are you? Some kind of forest spirit? Shapeshifter?”
“Bear,” he says quietly. “Part bear, anyway. My mother was human.”
“That makes even more sense.” You ladle soup into bowls, considering. “Bears are excellent at taking care of people they love. Very protective, very nurturing. Good with plants and gardens because they understand natural cycles.”
He’s still staring at you when you set his bowl down. “You’re really okay with this?”
“Jongho, you’ve been nothing but kind and helpful and wonderful for months. Learning you’re part bear just explains why you’re so good at all those things.” You settle across from him with your own soup. “Plus it explains why you’re always trying to feed me back. Very bear behavior, making sure your people are well-fed.”
“My people?”
“Your family. Friends. Chosen pack. Whatever you want to call it.”
The smile that spreads across his face is radiant. “I like ‘chosen pack.’”
“Good. Now eat your soup before it gets cold.”
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October is when things get interesting.
The weather turns properly cold, and Jongho’s behavior shifts in ways that are endearing and occasionally concerning. He starts showing up with armloads of firewood you didn’t ask for. Your pantry mysteriously fills with non-perishable foods. He develops an intense interest in your heating system and spends an entire afternoon weatherproofing your windows.
“Are you nesting?” you ask, watching him arrange and rearrange the blankets on your couch for maximum coziness.
“Bears don’t nest,” he says, but he doesn’t stop adjusting cushions. “We den.”
“Are you denning in my living room?”
“Would that be okay?”
The hopeful way he asks makes your chest tighten with affection. “Of course it’s okay. But don’t you have your own place?”
“The Miller house is too big. Too cold. And empty.” He looks up at you from where he’s kneeling by the couch. “I like it better here.”
“Because it’s warmer?”
“Because you’re here.”
Oh. Your heart does something complicated at the quiet sincerity in his voice.
“Jongho…”
“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he says quickly. “Having someone around all the time, especially when I get… sleepy. I can find somewhere else if you need space.”
“When you get sleepy?”
He shifts uncomfortably. “Bears hibernate. Sort of. I don’t do the full thing, but I get really tired once it gets cold enough. I sleep a lot more, I’m less active. It’s boring for other people.”
“How long does it last?”
“Usually December through February. Sometimes into March if winter runs long.”
You think about this. Three months of having Jongho around constantly, but quieter, sleepier. More like a living teddy bear than his usual helpful, energetic self.
“Will you be happy just sleeping and hanging around the house?”
“With you? Yeah.”
“Then stay.”
Relief floods his expression. “Really?”
“Really. But I have one condition.”
“Anything.”
“When you get into full hibernation mode, you have to let me take care of you too. No more of this thing where you only give and never take.”
“I don’t do that.”
“Jongho, you’ve been bringing me groceries and firewood and fixing things around my house for months, and the only thing you let me do in return is feed you.”
“I like when you feed me.”
“And I like taking care of you in other ways too. So when you’re tired and sleepy, you let me make sure you’re comfortable and warm and happy, okay?”
The look he gives you is soft and wondering. “Okay.”
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The first real snow comes in early December, and with it, a Jongho who moves like he’s walking through honey.
“Are you alright?” you ask, watching him blink slowly at his coffee cup like he’s forgotten what it’s for.
“Mm. Tired.” He takes a sip, makes a pleased sound. “Feels like winter.”
“Maybe you should go back to sleep.”
“Don’t want to miss time with you.”
Your heart melts a little. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’ll be more comfortable in bed.”
“Your bed is better than mine.”
“Then sleep in my bed.”
He looks up at you, suddenly more alert. “Really?”
“Really. It’s bigger anyway, and you’re basically a space heater. We’ll both be more comfortable.”
What you don’t expect is how clingy hibernating Jongho turns out to be.
The first night, you wake up completely wrapped in his arms, pressed against his chest like he’s trying to absorb you into his body heat. He’s incredibly warm, turning your bed into the coziest cocoon imaginable, but he’s also holding you tight enough that moving requires negotiation.
“Jongho,” you whisper. “I need to get up.”
“Mm.” His arms tighten slightly. “Five more minutes.”
“I need coffee. And the bathroom.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Stay.” His voice is thick with sleep, and he nuzzles against your hair. “Warm. Safe.”
It takes ten minutes of gentle coaxing to extract yourself, and the entire time he makes grumbly, dissatisfied sounds that are so ridiculously cute you almost give in and stay put.
This becomes the pattern. During the day, Jongho naps on the couch or follows you around the house like a sleepy shadow, happy to just be in the same room. At night, he turns into the world’s most affectionate octopus, wrapping around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip.
“Is this normal hibernation behavior?” you ask one afternoon, trying to read while he dozes with his head in your lap.
“Mm?” He blinks up at you drowsily.
“The cuddling. Do all bears get this clingy when they hibernate?”
“Don’t know other bears.” He shifts closer, pressing his face against your stomach. “Just know I want to be close to you.”
“Comfortable?”
“Very.” His arms wrap around your waist. “You’re perfect. Warm and soft and you smell like home.”
“What does home smell like?”
“Like you. Like bread baking and garden soil and that soap you use.” His voice is getting quieter, sleepier. “Like safety.”
Your chest tightens with emotion. “I love you,” you say quietly, not sure if he’s awake enough to hear it.
“Love you too,” he mumbles against your shirt. “My person.”
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January brings a blizzard that knocks out power for three days, and you discover exactly how useful it is to have a bear boyfriend.
“Aren’t you cold?” Jongho asks, finding you bundled in every blanket you own while you try to read by candlelight.
“Freezing,” you admit. “I can’t get warm.”
Without hesitation, he scoops you up, blankets and all, and settles back onto the couch with you in his lap. His arms wrap around you, and immediately you’re surrounded by incredible warmth.
“Better?”
“Much.” You snuggle closer, marveling at how he can be so warm when the house feels like an icebox. “How are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Being a human furnace. The power’s been out for hours.”
“Good circulation,” he says simply, but his arms tighten around you. “And you make me want to take care of you.”
“That makes me warmer?”
“Makes me warmer. When you’re happy and comfortable, I’m happy and comfortable.”
You think about this, listening to the wind howl outside. “Is that a bear thing or a Jongho thing?”
“Both, I think.”
The power comes back eventually, but you stay curled up together anyway, sharing warmth and quiet conversation and the kind of perfect contentment that makes you want to stop time.
“I could get used to this,” you say as Jongho drowses against your shoulder.
“Mm. Good. Planning to keep you.”
“Planning to keep me?”
“Forever, if you’ll let me.”
“Is that a proposal?”
“It’s a promise,” he says quietly. “That I want to take care of you, and let you take care of me, for as long as you’ll have me.”
“What if I want you forever too?”
The smile he presses against your neck is warm and soft and full of love. “Then I guess we’re stuck with each other.”
“Good,” you say, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I like being stuck with you.”
Outside, snow continues to fall, but inside your little house, wrapped in Jongho’s warmth and love, you’ve never felt cozier. This is home- not the house itself, but this feeling. The safety of being completely known and completely cherished by someone who loves all your quirks and habits, just as you love all of his.
Warnings: SMALL TEASER, Yandere a/b/o Ateez x 9th member reader, omega reader, alpha hongjoong, seonghwa, san, yeosang and yunho, omega mingi and wooyoung, beta jongho, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dark content, aggresivenes, feral lycan boys, ongoing series, this is in no way I picture the boys, and you shouldn't either this is a work of fiction.
a/n: Uhmm yeah idk guys im back lamo and here for Ateez, Im a new stan so hehe! This is just a teaser of the first chapter thats soon to release!
Being the only girl in Ateez was interesting to say the least. You had never planned on it either- matter of fact you didn’t even know who Ateez was until you became a trainee in the KQ entertainment. You were due to become a solo artist- topping all the other trainees until one day, during a dance practice, they announced you’d be the 9th member of Ateez. It had made no sense at the time- in fact it still doesn’t. They had been branded on 8 members- debuted with 8- so why were you, a girl- added into a boy group?
You hadn’t even met them yet. And you were completely positive this would be their ruining. Their fans would hate you- no doubt, and they would too. A random female omega added into a kpop group of boys with no warning? You all were doomed.But none of you had any choice but to listen to the company. But there was no doubt in your mind this would be your ruining.
That was 3 months ago. You had officially debuted as the 9th member of Ateez after months of training with them. You had years of their experiences to catch up on- choregraphies to fit in, songs to sing in, and more. It had been non-stop practice and singing. To your shock- Atiny didn’t despise you. If anything they loved you. You brought a whole new aspect into Ateez- a new dynamic. That had been extremely shocking, but what was more shocking was the fact the boys liked you too. Ever since the start- they were a perfect painting of calm, like they expected this, like they knew you were already going to be joining their idol group. They were kind, maybe a little too kind at times, but at least they didn't hate you. Right?
A hand on your head brought you out of your thoughts as you glanced up to meet Wooyoung’s boba eyes. His saccharine scent was practically drowning the hotel room in him.
“Hey, have you eaten yet? San’s bringing back some shake shack for everyone.” The tall omega asked, chuckling unbotheredly as you pulled away from his touch- you were always running from them, weren’t you? He thought, only smirking and licking his lips as his scent flared in the room. You were always so unbothered by him- and he hated that part. He was used to being fawned over, adored, and more. You could tell that one from the beginning.
”Oh I’m okay Woo, tell him I said thanks though.” Your response was curt- you wouldn’t accept food from alphas- or any of them.
It had driven every single one of them crazy, all of them- the alphas, omegas and even Jongho who was a beta had strong instincts to feed and provide for you- but you always denied them. You wouldn’t submit and be their 9th pack member- you acted as if you were only a coworker. Not their omega. And all of them had about enough of your bullshit with it. Especially the alphas of the pack. Wooyoung’s tight smile showed his irritation as he nodded, wandering off to him and San’s bed. You had been sharing this hotel room with them for this weekend. It was very nice- only two beds though. Which hadn't been a problem since all of Ateez had been used to sleeping together, side by side. You never thought about it or saw it as weird. They were a pack of course they would. You were just thankful you had your own bed to yourself.
You went back to your own business as did Wooyoung. You went back to your gaming, humming along quietly to one of the newer songs you had been helping your captain with. It wasn’t even 10 minutes later when San bursted in the room, carrying his and Wooyoung’s bags of food. He must’ve handed off the other their food already. You looked up and smiled respectfully from your place on the bed as San waltzed in plopping on his shared bed and spreading the food out. Wooyoung leaned in, whispering in San’s ears, something you couldn’t hear and you decided to turn away instantly. It wasn’t your business, and you didn’t wanna intrude. You laid on your stomach, pillow under your chin as you continued gaming on your phone not suspecting anything out of the ordinary- or that Wooyoung was snitching on you for denying their food.
Claws scraping your neck and lifting you up like a misbehaving cat make you yell, kicking immediately, finding San’s glare. It brings you to a pause in shock, because he had never looked this pissed off before- or acted this insane. His growl permeated the air as he sat you down on their bed in front of Wooyoung who smiled like a psychopath, his scent thickening.
“You don’t get to refuse to eat when we get you food, omega.” San puffed, gone his usual gentlemen-ness. You sat in frozen shock, hand on your neck from where he had grabbed it. He had never once been aggressive with you, but his thickening and dominant scent told you he wasn’t playing games. Eyes shining red, and lips upturned in a disturbing threatening smirk. What the fuck? And what happened to using your name like a normal person? You stopped the returning growl bubbling in your throat.
You briefly considered your options, eat or deny and lecture him on personal space? But the thing was- they didn’t care. None of them seemed to care about your obvious resentment to their touch- even Jongho had been touchy feely with you, despite your shock and many lectures. They acted as if they had a right to you and you were nothing but some grumpy cat.
You hated it. But tonight your body ached from hours of dance practice- you were exhausted and simply you did not have the energy to wrestle with the pissy alpha who stood behind you. It didn’t help that you were hungry too. So with a sigh you accepted the big box of your favorite order from Wooyoung, not even questioning how they knew your order. Must’ve been a good guess.
San and wooyoung both watched with predatory eyes as they waited for you to take your first bite, and when you finally bit into your burger, they seemed to calm immediately, the uneasy energy leaving the room as San joined you on their bed. The rest of the night was followed with idle conversation about the next concert performance scheduled for tomorrow before you quickly retreated back to your bed when they threw away their trash and started to cuddle. You didn’t even notice the growl in Wooyoung’s throat when you left them. They had hoped maybe tonight would be a breakthrough of your stubbornness and you’d cuddle with them, but nonetheless it wasn’t.
San ran his claws through Wooyoung’s hair, comforting the omega. They both hated waiting for you. All of them did. But he knew you’d break for them one day, it was just a waiting game. For now he settled with holding his omega, and watching you- his soon to be omega from where you slept cuddled to a pillow protectively. He cooed gently, wrapping his body around Wooyoung and finally relaxing into a deep sleep at seeing both his omegas were at peace and fulfilled for tonight. But he and Wooyoung couldn’t deny the aching hole in all of their hearts at the fact you hadn’t accepted them yet.
Stomps from carefully memorized dances rung out as the music blasted through the practice room. You finished your last step, posing with the sweaty boys as the finalizing conclusion of the song, hands on Hongjoong’s shoulder as the boys surrounded him with you in a various group pose. You all took a deep breath when the final note played out and relaxed- it had been well over 3 hours of dancing today. The scent of alpha musk and the sweet scent of the two omegas filled the room. They smelled intoxicating- all of them. And they never wore scent blockers- but thankfully your suppressants kept your omega in check. Without them- you probably would be licking at them like some decrepit fan.
The thought makes you gag mentally as you drop by your duffle bag, leaning against the giant cold mirror as you practically drown yourself with your water, letting the iced hydration run through your mouth and into your stomach with big gulps.
Your mind drifted to your suppressants as you searched your bag, grabbing the small pack of pills. These small things kept you stable- you haven’t had your heat in probably about 6 years. Suppressants for omegas nowadays were controversial, and despite the new age it was still believed omega’s shouldn’t be on suppressants once they have a pack. In a pack, alpha’s can soothe and care for their omegas during their heats- alphas were biologically programmed to be a safe place for omegas and have everything they need. Suppressants also had some.. side effects, that weren’t considered good for an omega. Due to preventing your heat it also prevented natural omega instincts, like nesting, or obeying alphas. And after your heat being prevented for so long, your body had a chance of shutting down and going into heat sickness.
But those were all very rare with the brand you had been using. You have been perfectly fine for the last six years. And you didn’t have a pack. You had work to do, you didn’t have time to sit in a bed for a whole week horny and in pain. You checked the time before popping the pill for today out of the pack and swallowing it down, not even noticing the stares from your ‘coworkers’. A voice made you open your eyes, body still sore from the hours of intense dancing.
“What are you taking?” You looked up, meeting pretty Yunho who had come to crouch in front of you, head tilted as his eyes scrutinized the pills in your hand. What a weirdo. You looked behind him to see you had gained the attention of everyone- and they looked heavily pissed. Yunho’s usual golden retriever energy had dropped.
”My suppressants ...? I’m sorry I don’t understand why any of this is your business-"
Your defenses were cut off by a dangerous growl echoing from Hongjoong. Your captain towered over you, eyes red and claws elongated. You barely had time to process hands prying the package out of your grasp- eyes turning to see Seonghwa crushing the whole thing with his hands with a feral smirk. “What the fuck-”
You were cut off once again by Hongjoong’s claws roughly grabbing you by the hair, pinning you against the floor with a newfound aggressiveness. You cried out, flinching as pain exploded in your head when it banged roughly on the wooden floor, vision going blurry almost instantly.
Your lack of sense in the moment didn't prevent you from trying to fight off the feral thing on top of you, clawing and screaming at Hongjoong to get off of you. But your dull tiny claws did nothing against Hongjoong’s tough skin, as he smirked dangerously, a warning growl echoing through his throat again.
The room had gone silent as his hand found your throat, wrapping around it as he forced eye contact. Ateez watched their captain, relaxing for once since you had joined them. Hongjoong had finally snapped. All of them had been yearning and growing relentlessly ever since you became a trainee, bumping into seonghwa one day at a vending machine. The moment had lasted maybe two minutes but it had been enough for Seonghwa to realize their pack wasn’t complete yet- not without you, the little omega who apologized while bowing before sprinting off. That small moment had sent Seonghwa into his rut a month early just from running into you for the first time ever.
Hongjoong had known something was wrong when his older pack mate had returned to their practice room that day immediately pouncing on Mingi for a release from their omega. Seonghwa was never too feral or crazed- so when that night had ended in Hongjoong slamming his knot into Seonghwa while he knotted a desperate whining Mingi in return, while the rest of their members surrounded. He knew something had set him off. And he knew it had something to do with the unfamiliar omega scent on Seonghwa’s jacket that was fleeting and absolutely delicious. It smelled like theirs.And had left even the most docile members sniffing at his jacket desperately.
After that night the pack had their manager figure out who you were- from your name all the way to your parent’s history. They knew everything. And most importantly they knew you were their missing piece. So, of course they needed you to join Ateez. That way they could ease you into their pack! And if you weren’t willing, well their pack alphas knew exactly how to handle stubborn bratty omegas.
Hongjoong’s eyes were shining blood red as he prevented air from flowing through your throat with a crazed look, kissing your forehead gently as if he wasn’t choking you. You gasped helplessly, squirming and eyes filled with tears as the boys surrounding you watched you succumb to unconsciousness. Hongjoong admired how pretty you looked, tears in your eyes and desperately trying to escape his hold. The last thing you remember hearing is a husky voice, whispering in your ear before everything went dark and your body going limp under him.
This means that Wikipedia has been banned in the UK, because Wikipedia refuses to require age verification from users in order to access the site. Other countries, including the US, are trying to put similar regulations in place. Basically, requiring people to identify themselves to access any content on the internet that their government considers “inappropriate for children”. This was supposed to be for pornography, but now, it’s so much more…
Governments are essentially moving to make it so that they can track our internet activity. There will be no such thing as privacy and anonymity on the Internet anymore. The world governments will be watching you, not just your own, all of them, and any site that won’t comply with the governments putting these laws into effect, will be banned in those countries.
This is a matter of privacy, of data security (how many places online do you want to be keeping your ID on file? The more that do, the more likely your data is exposed in a data breach), of censorship and of the freedom of information. The UK just banned an online ENCYCLOPEDIA. Not North Korea! Not China! The United Kingdom!!! Because they said it contained information inappropriate for minors, and it had to collect its users personal private data in order to let them see it, and they said no!
S.1748 - Kids Online Safety Act has been introduced in the United States Congress, and Australia and the EU are also looking at similar regulations.
This is just the beginning. This fight is going to be world wide. This isn’t “protecting the children”. This is censorship, and conditioning us to surrender our right to privacy!
Gachiakuta REVELS in punk aesthetic with some of its posing and designs and I adore it because it is authentically punk in its themes
In a society that demands constant consumption and replacement, the message “take care of your things and hold them close as precious objects, and they’ll return it in kind” is genuinely punk and anti establishment
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