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i loveee ur moodboards!! could u do like a scene/emo and alaskan malamute moodboard? eeee thank u!! -🐾
yippie thank you ! I love Alaskan malamutes :3
hope this is ok :>
#therian#alterhuman#therianthropy#moodboard#alterhumanity#alterhuman moodboard#therian moodboard#moodboard reqs#moodboard request#moodboard req#moodboard requests#alaskan malamute#Dogkin#Dog kin#Dog therian#dog theriotype#dog#dogs#sceneemo#scene emo#scene#scene kid#scene moodboard#2000s emo#emo scene#emocore#emo#emo girl#emo aesthetic#emo moodboard
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Cheerio, Chiro!!
#SRMTHG#Chiro#chiro srmthg#super robot monkey team hyperforce go#Practice! It's a start. Once again.#I started watching the show for the first time in a long time a few days ago and wanted to draw this guy.#I feel like I can say it's my first time trying to watch it all the way through the only thing I think I remember from when I was a kid is#the episode when they end up inside the space alaskan bull worm lol#image description in alt#goggyart
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>Law has an Alaskan Malamute.
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I think one of the things that just has me tired with listening to all the bs around this election season is the number of people who say “i just dont like [insert person up for office]”
My dudes, you do not need to like them, you need to read their fucking policies and decide whether you think they are the best choice for the community. I’m so sick of “likeability” being an active part of politics. I routinely vote for candidates who I don’t particularly like, but who I trust to consider their constituents and vote in their best interest because They Have Done It Before.
Hearing “I don’t like them” given as the reason to not vote for someone usually just tells me the person did not do their research on the candidate or are just mindlessly consuming propaganda about them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#us politics#ofc this could include the pres election but im mostly referring to smaller elections and state elections#like we have a congresswoman up for reelection who is working to ban all trawling near our waters and to ban the sale of trawled fish in our#state. who is working to stop the merger between the two main grocery stores and thus saving us from a return to criminal food prices#and who routinely puts alaskans first. and the fucking number of people who i have heard say ‘well i just dont like her’#oh and ofc she’s an indigenous gal so yes racism is playing its part here#im just like im sorry you don’t like her but you like ‘im a crook just like every politician elected from my family’ asshole mcgee running#against her??? are you fucking kidding me??? EVERY TIME one of his relatives get elected they fuck shit up bc they are terrible people but#hey he’s a white republican man surely he wants what’s best for alaska?? i am so SICK of businessmen in politics fuck oooooooff
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current word count for new WIP:
17136
#pom ponders#writing stuff#fanfic#zekina Alaskan adventure au#I'm getting into the nitty gritty of it now#these poor kids are gonna go through so much#i swear i love them lol
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Slash joined us at our town’s Winter Festival to watch broomball, eat his own hot dog, be given tons of attention from children and walk by draft horses, which he’s never seen before, like a pro (he was so unbothered). So proud of this boy!
#dogblr#alaskan malamute#dog#canine#slash#dog photography#he screamed when mr d walked away to throw our trash in the bin but was otherwise so good!#and so sweet and gentle with kids of all ages#which is also great considering he’s had very limited exposure to them#lots of compliments on his beauty
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I mean really
It's not that hard. Rin may be my only poc character, but all I did was use the eyedropper tool plus making it a bit darker than what the tool picked up, to get the color of her skin.
The same with my skykid
The hair is the only thing I really have trouble getting right consistently in terms of style and color
I might recolor my latest Lively Navigator fanart with a skin tone closer to what I think they would have had when alive. No it won't be white or pale. Probably closer to the skin tone of like....the characters in Moana (best fictional example I could come up with 😅)
#sky fanart#my art#my oc#my sky kid#sky children of the light#that sky game#skyblr#idk sky characters and skykids with light/pale skin just looks weird to me#i mean light brown...like the skintone of many Polynesian people...is one thing#id like to think the lighter shade of brown fits with the spirits that lived in Vault and much of Wasteland#Treasure Reef spirits probably had a darker skin tone due to being in the sun more#but even in Valley they wouldn't have pale skin. theyd have a skin tone similar to that of maybe indigenous alaskans#this turned into headcanons in the tags lmao
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#puts me in a different place when I listen. I am carefree and happy laying in the sun as a young kid. before anything evil really got to me.#I have always been a sleepy person. this really reminds of the solemn feeling just before falling asleep.#the encompassing drifting away.#Alaskan tapes
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HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY FNAF 🗣️🔥‼️
#IK I ONLY POST EVERY THREE DAYS BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT#oh wait this might be three days#Idk#fnaf#fnaf sister location#five nights at freddy's#fnaf ruin#fnaf security breach#fnaf pizzeria simulator#fnaf 1-4#freddy fazbear#i close my eyes and see golden Freddy huffing paint along the Alaskan border of the Philippines making the sun disintegrate from iPad kid#happy birthday fnaf#fnaf is 10#game raised me when no one else could
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At what point does an alternate version of a canon character become an oc... asking for some corpse in a lake.
#non-movie bables#this is not even an au this is the same universe i just said what if he suffered severe frostbite and brain damage#and spent 6 years in an alaskan apocalypse prepper cult living under the name of a fictional childrens book character#because its the first name that came to mind and he doesn't remember anything else and no one ever came looking for him#so the entire cult just kind of operates under the assumption that no one cared about this kid so thats their kid now#would that be fucked up or what? what if that shit happened? what then?
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Ready aim fire
my kids rule ❄️❄️❄️
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As someone who is a retired professional baker, and the crux of the baking season for home bakers is upon us, even though I don't celebrate Christmas (I do Yule), there is one thing you NEVER want to see.
For the uninitiated, that is a dough knife. A very expensive dough knife. Now, the Mister is a chef. He is normally very respectful of my baking tools, as I am very picky and only buy certain ones for certain reasons. He came home last night, after a long day from work, with a porterhouse he was sharing the filet side with me. Awesome ❤️. He often does that, knowing that's my favorite cut of meat. However... while cleaning our flattop grill, he used the wrong scraper 🤬🤬🤬🤬. He thinks cleaning it will fix it... I know from experience, that no, it will not. The blade is fucked, and you can never get the grease out of the metal... NEVER. It fucks with your bread doughs and just ruins everything 😭😭😭😭😭😭.
As you can see, it has a comfy grip, perfect for arthritic hands, and it had the measurements on the side for those picky recipes (candy and cookies), and the blade was just so, that it was sharp enough for what I needed, but it left my cutting boards alone. Yeah, he wants to fix it? Uh uh. No way. He can back all the way off.
I can make breaks without it, I just prefer to use it. Sigh.
Mara is an aunt 🥰. Her sister, Sakari, had puppies ❤️❤️❤️❤️. No, we're not getting one. But they are adorable 😍. Possibly her next litter, next year, seeing as their mom, Contessa won't be having any more pups. Trust me, I wish we could have, then we'd have either Satine or Fenn with us in February. But things are not lined up, so can't do it.
And just because I can, here's some wet Joel for you. Damn, the man is hot 🔥 🥵 🫠.
#joel miller#alaskan malamute#malamute puppies#baking#anger#pissed the fuck off#why do men do this shit?!#kids do it too
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Burgerville Menu – Mouthwatering Beef Burgers, Tasty Halibut Fish
Burgerville is an American casual beef-slinger on the Oregon-Washington state border and was founded in 1961
#food#foodlover#japanese food#foodstagram#food mention#foodie#cooking#recipe#fruits#desserts#cookies#burgerville burgers#burgerville hamburger#burgerville locations#burgerville salads#burgerville beef menu#burgerville kids meals#burgerville beef burgers#burgerville breakfast#burgerville alaskan halibut#burgerville menu prices
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I love reading biographies about insane people that were written by authors who are themselves insane, they're so spicy
#'oh there's a lot to admire about this rich kid who cut off all contact with his family gave away all his earthly possessions and journeyed#completely unprepared into the alaskan wilderness where he promptly died of starvation or whatever'#like krakauer buddy i hate to break it to you but there is something deeply wrong with you#you should already know this having climbed mt. everest that one time
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American Mate (7) - Is This a Joke
Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader
Status: Ongoing series
Chapter number: 7 of unknown
Word count for Chapter: 8,093
Work count for Story: 33,341
Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.
Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.
BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit
AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
Silence.
Total silence.
No one was breathing. Hell, your heart even stopped. Did he seriously tell you to become a Playmate? He didn’t even have the… whatever to ask you; he just told you.
How can he think that is even a possibility? It is not like one can just become a Playmate. There are rules, regulations, requirements, and a bunch of things you have to pass, which there is no way on this green Earth that you would pass.
Unknown to you, the pack's eyes shoot at Namjoon, just as shocked as you are because he never shared this proposition with them before making it. That is not the option that they thought of. The scents in the room turned this way and that with confusion, shock, and concern.
Why would he suggest limiting their actions to only what a Playmate can do? You are their mate. You are not a toy to play with. How does this promise anything besides you having to stay near them and service them as a companion?
The whole idea of a Playmate was to take care of them, be their friend, help them relieve stress, or become a rut fuck buddy. Playmates were never meant to be a long-term commitment. While they wouldn't mind you doing any of that as their mate, the title of Playmate would make you think of everyone as only a job, right?
Giggling rings in the room, and the sound causes everyone to snap their eyes back to you as their thoughts come to a screeching halt. Under normal circumstances, such an angelic sound would have them cooing. This time, it has their ears standing straight, their hackles raised, and their Alphas pacing in their minds.
Your giggling bubbled to outright laughter as you looked at Namjoon with a slightly crazed look on your face, causing his smile to change into confusion as his confidence in his choice melted away. The look and your laugh reminded him of that one Quin character in the films the kids watch, which is not good.
"You're joking, right? Hahahaha. Pft... haha… Playmate… me!" You looked around the room to see you were the only one laughing, which only caused you to laugh even more. Your scent was spiking in so many ways that the boys were getting dizzy from it.
"You have GOT to be kidding me. This is … am I a joke to you?" You question, standing abruptly and stomping closer to Namjoon and Seokjin, making the boys startle with your movement “Do I look like a Playmate?” you ask while gesturing to your whole body and spinning around to accentuate your point.
"I have been doing nothing but abiding by Yoongi’s and the pack’s wishes since I got hurt,” with a deep breath, you close your eyes and stand as tall as your scent shuts off like it was never there to begin with.
“And now you are toying with me." Shaking your head, you mumble, “Just like everyone else.”
"Miss Y/n," Namjoon starts trying to explain himself, but all you can think of are excuses and lies that you have heard before that he might come up with if you let him keep going.
"No," snapping your eyes open and pinning them on the Prime Alpha.
"No excuses,” you step back.
“No lies,” another step.
“No more playing fun and games.” You turn to Jungkook with wide, panicked eyes and demand, “I need the address of this Airbnb so that I can call Derek or Evie to come and get me. NOW.”
“I want nothing to do with this sick joke of yours,” voice cracking at your declaration. It would help to get out of here before you start crying, which is your next step.
You really want to cry out of frustration because you thought they would be different. You may not consider yourself Army, but Lily was, and with how highly he talked about the kindness of BTS, you thought they would be different.
How gullible were you? Did you let your guard down just because of their on-stage personas? How often did you try to convince Lily that it was all an act, yet here you were, bending to their little game with some purring, chirping, and Alpha eyes?
Then again, it's you, the plus-sized four-eyed nobody. Why would the hottest band in the world treat you as anything other than entertainment to pass the time? Get with the program and get yourself back into your walls before you get hurt like before.
You see Jungkook, one of two who helped you calm down before, ignoring you and nervously picking at the rip in his jeans. Then, you finally notice that everyone is actively avoiding looking at you. Realizing that no one is coming to your aid, you stand tall and steel yourself to go and find someone who will, like their manager.
“I am going home,” you announce to the pack. Heading towards the hall, you are stopped by your black tail leash and a hand on your good wrist. Taking a forceful breath, "Mr. Min."
You turn to face him, only to be met with powerful golden-yellow eyes that stop you in your tracks. You have seen them before, but they have never been this close—the molten gold bleeding into a darker brass surrounding the oblong jet-black pupil. Being the focus of those eyes with the discussion at hand makes you nervous but unafraid.
He steps forward to where you stand, making you practically nose-to-nose with the Alpha jaguar. His eyes search yours as his scent crashes over the room like a storming ocean wave.
Yoongi may not be the Prime Alpha, but he is strong enough to be one if he wants to be. His strength and dominance cause the pack members to hold on to each other, waiting for his next move.
He slowly reaches up and wipes away a tear you didn’t notice was falling. Bringing the tear to his lips, his tongue darts to taste it, and his face scrunches with deep concern.
"Y/n scent gone. Tastes hurt. Pain," he says as his hand returns to your face, cupping your cheek. The warmth only makes it much harder to keep your tears at bay. Your body starts to shake slightly, and you notice when it registers to the Alpha touching you.
Yoongi moves to leave the living room with you in tow. He takes hold of your good hand and says, "Come. Keep Safe. Promise. "
You don’t answer, your eyes focusing on his chest because you cannot take the fierceness of his eyes right now without breaking down. After a few more seconds, he looks past you with narrow eyes at his Prime Alpha to say, “Leave alone."
Deciding for you, Yoongi, gently but without room for struggle, walks you out of the living room. Stepping into the hall, he looks at the door in front of him and then at the staircase down the hall. He turns to you. "Room?" He points to the closed door and then to the stairs. "Den?"
The next thing Namjoon knows, a pillow hits the side of his head from an unknown packmate. Turning to look for who it was, he gets hit by another. This one, however, ends up landing on Seokjin as well, causing the shock that had settled over the room to break.
"What the hell was that?!?!" Seokjin demands after hearing you go upstairs with Yoongi. Standing up, he walks over to the other side of the room. His irritation hits a limit that he hasn’t dealt with in a long time.
"Prime Alpha, with all due respect… have you lost your mind?" questions Taehyung, leaning back on the couch with arms crossed as he does his best to hold his Alpha back from taking over and storming up the stairs after you.
"Guys, think about it! She can pay for her flat and keep her independence. Come on… it would require her not to leave our side for the length of the contract," Namjoon defends himself.
"Yeah, the contract! That is all she will think it is—a contract job. We will only be a source of income for her, Hyung," Jungkook complains, his legs jumping with nerves. Throwing the pillows did his anger no good.
"Namjoon-ah, you know the rules and regulations that fall on Playmates. You know that she won't qualify, and I am not just talking about the ridiculous physical standards that they have in place. She is supposed to take care of us and be there for us. There is cooking, cleaning, and stuff. How can she do that with a broken wrist, huh?" Hoseok chimes in. “How can you ask that of her?”
Standing from the chair, Namjoon circles it. Gathering his thoughts, he rests his hands on the back of it, almost like it's a wall between him and his mates. "She will be able to care for us. Listen. Rules of a Playmate are pretty much what you said, Hobah.”
“Don’t you Hobah me right now, Namjoon! You are on thin ice. If you cost us our mate, you will not find yourself having a good time—at least not from me any time soon,” growls the Martin hybrid.
“Sorry, Hoseok-hyung,” Namjoon says, his scent filling with a slight smokiness as he starts to understand how much he may have messed up. “But really, think about it. The contract requires her to be with us at the packhouse or when we go somewhere, correct?"
Seeing his packmates nod, he continues, "This, technically, does not mean she has to do anything other than physically be there. No typing, cleaning, cooking, or labor of any kind. She isn’t required to do it unless we ask for it.
"She will take care of us by letting us care for her. All our Alphas will be happy to do so while she is healing. We all know that Yoongi-hyung will not be able to perform or do anything well if he is concerned that Y/n is not healing well.
“She already is instinctually being a mate by allowing our Alphas to act on their instincts, like with Yoongi right now and Jungkook in the office and back when the doctor was here. Having her as a Playmate will also be the best way for her to care for herself without the added financial stress. She is independent, and we can all see that. This way, she can keep that while learning to depend on us as mates."
Still watching their reactions, he concludes, "During that time, we will care for her and follow our instincts. We must show how well we can provide for her by tending to her needs, protecting her, and loving her as only her mates can."
"You want us to court her while she is our Playmate?" Jimin asks, watching the Prime Alpha nod. He looks around at the others, who now have contemplating looks on their faces. “I don’t get how this will work.”
"Namjoon-ah, I can see what you mean, and this may work, but what if she doesn't let us?” Hoseok questions.
“I want to cuddle with her, feed her, and feel her, but she wouldn't even take a bottle of water. She tried to run to a solo seat in the van to keep her distance from us. What makes you think she would feel comfortable accepting our courting gestures?" Hoseok continues challenging the Prime Alpha. "What happens when we interact with each other? How will she be comfortable joining in or being around that?"
"Do what you did with me," Jungkook says shyly. "Show her we are in it for more than just her being our Playmate. The companionship the contract states is not the only relationship we want because we want something deeper and stronger.”
Looking around the room with his big doe eyes, he continues, “She doesn't seem to mind cuddling with me. Next time we cuddle, maybe someone else can join. Or anyone can try to cuddle with her, and then if we are cuddling with each other, we can invite her to join in."
"Jungkook is right. Keeping the door open with baby steps is our best bet,” Namjoon smiles, knowing he has the youngest on his side now. “She may not even know what hybrid courting looks like.”
Running his hands through his hair, Namjoon continues, “Y/n has seen plenty of Playmate and client interactions. She should understand the intricacies that are involved with typical contracts. It’s good that none of us are due for a rut while on the tour, even if she has connected with two of us on an instinctual level.”
“She doesn’t know any of this though, Hyung,” Jimin whines, “How do we let her know that she isn’t going to be a regular Playmate for us, like the one who left us? Who is going to explain courting to her? What will let her know that when we flirt with her or ask her to join us for intimate times, we aren’t just using the contract to do so?”
Silence fills the room as everyone is deep in thought.
Hoseok jumps up, “What if we showed her the other contracts we have had in the past? Show her that we are exclusive to packmates for our ruts. This way, she doesn’t think we want her for sex but for friendship to start with?”
Smiling at his words, Namjoon adds, “Good. Now, we need the rest of us to follow Yoongi-hyung and Jungkook-ah. We need to find ways to deepen our connection with her. Meanwhile, we must show her how we interact as mates, our desire for her, and what we are meant to be for her.”
"Wh… What happens when the contract ends?" Taehyung worries.
After a beat of silence, Seokjin speaks up while looking down the hall, "When the contract ends, we hope she understands that she is our mate and we did our job to prove we are the mates she deserves."
‘Become our Playmate... become our Playmate… Our Playmate.’ The words are replaying in your mind on a never-ending loop. His look of confidence is seared into your brain. It is like he thought it was the perfect ending to the world’s best joke or something. What else would it be?
Pressing your palms to your eyes as hard as possible, you try to think of what is going on in his head to propose that idea. Another voice in your head says what a waste you are, how you always are a disappointment and are a stain in the world.
The door opens, and you drop your hands to see Yoongi standing a little to the side. “Den not…um… no time but ready,” he says, looking around the room and then back at you.
“I understand you haven't settled in yet. Alpha, may I come in?” you ask, remembering that with any hybrid, it is better to have explicit permission to enter a den or a nest so you don’t upset them.
At his nod, you went into the room. It looks similar to the guest room but is a bit larger. Full-sized beds are on each side of the room, with a lovely natural wood shelving unit that splits the room in half. There are plenty of windows to brighten the space on both sides.
On one side, luggage lies unopened on the bed. On the other side, luggage is opened on the ground, and some clothes are tossed around. Looking over your shoulder at the Alpha, you hug yourself and wait for him to tell you where to go.
Yoongi notices your hesitance and gently pushes at your upper back, guiding you past the bed to the attached bathroom you didn’t notice. The marble on the counters and walls is beautiful black, white, and gold. There is a double sink, a shower that looks like it has enough shower heads for an entire house, and a large jacuzzi tub.
You get lost in wonder at the richness of the bathroom alone. You know this is an Airbnb, but did they build this house to be an Airbnb, or did it just become one? Who needs that many shower heads? Your evident astonishment allows Yoongi to hug you from behind, catching you off guard.
“Y/n, sorry. Pack, sorry,” he says softly as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Take bath. Relax. Then talk. Towel and clothes on toilet. Outside. I will guard.” With that, he leaves and shuts the bathroom door.
Well, that apparently was not a suggestion. However, a bath does sound nice, and it would be the easiest way to clean up and keep your brace dry. Moving to the tub, you turn on the faucet and take notice of the different bath salts, scrubs, and bombs.
After picking a violet and vanilla bath bomb, only because Yoongi did say to relax, you slowly undress. The slowness is not by choice. Yeah, buttons are not your friend anymore. Slipping into the bath, you think about your day. So much has happened in the last 24 or so hours.
1 - BTS shows up two weeks early when the big shots are still gone.
2 - They hate all the Playmates we had offered for whatever reason.
3 - You (and they) sent mixed signals from their arrival.
4 - Yoongi and you got into an accident.
5 - You broke your wrist, which will take forever to heal.
6 - They want you to be a Playmate.
Now, you are kicking yourself for not attending some of the seminars on the second gender of hybrids. You learned what you do know about hybrids because you grew up with Evie and her pack.
Your mom moved you and your brother to California when you were still in elementary school. Your brother, however, was in high school already and tended to travel whenever he could; he still does this today. You might as well have been an only child.
When you were unloading (getting in the way of) the moving truck, the neighbors noticed your attempts to help and decided to have you come over to their house. Once the beta Tabby hybrid noticed you ‘helping,’ he introduced you to Evie, and that was it. The two of you were hardly ever separated, so Evie’s family included you on some of their pack trips.
The only thing was that Evie’s pack didn’t have an Alpha, so you never got to learn anything about them. With how strong Evie’s dad, Earl, was, the pack never sought out an Alpha. You didn’t have much exposure in Colorado; as far as you knew, Alphas were uncommon to run into.
Now, thinking back on it, you see that your mother seemed only to tolerate your visiting Evie’s pack house. Your mother, Earl, and his mate Gwen never did come to your house, nor did they ever really talk to your mother other than getting permission to take you on trips. You were only allowed to go if you met a list of chores or agreed to attend certain events; it was always a bartering challenge with your mother and these trips.
Plus, you were human, so why would it be something to worry about? You were in college before you saw more than one Alpha in a single day, much less several in a week.
“Manager-nim, we need your help. Miss Y/n’s wrist is broken, and she cannot use it for upwards of eight weeks,” states the Prime Alpha.
Taking a sharp breath, Manager Sejin starts formulating options: “How did she take it?”
“Well, she took that rather well? She is rightfully concerned about functioning in her day-to-day life without her dominant hand. Also concerned with her… umm… her employment,” Namjoon beats around the bush, not wanting to get yelled at by his manager for his proposal like he was from his pack.
Silence is what comes from the other side of the call. “Manager-nim?”
Placing the container, he is holding down and braces himself against the counter. Manager Sejin has been with the pack since the beginning, and he knows when Namjoon isn’t saying what really needs to be said. Sighing, he asks, “What did you do, now?”
“I offered her to stay at the packhouse as I should, being the Prime Alpha. I told her we would care for her until she healed and that she would not have to worry about paying for anything while she was here. She did bring up concerns about her flat and other bills,” he paused, taking a breath, “so … itoldhertobecomeourPlaymate.”
The next thing Namjoon hears is animalistic chattering intermixed with very human cursing. Yeah, that’s not a good sign. Unless powerful emotions are involved, the manager is skilled at keeping his hybrid hamster behaviors at bay.
“Manager-nim, you see, it would keep her with us so we can fulfill our responsibilities as Alphas. It would allow her to work and not compromise her finances. Plus, it will allow her to get to know us while convincing her that she is our mate,” explains Namjoon, hoping their manager would be easier to convince than some of his mates.
A deep sigh is heard, “And how did she take that?”
“Umm... not well, actually,” reluctantly Namjoon answers.
“I can tell I am going to get a migraine from this,” Manager Sejin rubs his temple. "Continue.”
“She laughed, but not in a ‘that is funny’ kind of way but more of a ‘that’s crazy’ kind of way. She flat-out refused and wouldn’t let me explain before she basically said we were playing a mean joke on her,” explained Namjoon, realizing more and more how screwed up everything had become now.
“Let me guess– none of the pack tried to help convince her of this GRREEAAT option of yours?” snarkily asked Manager Sejin.
“They didn’t know. I-ah… I just blurted it out,” Namjoon sighed. “I was panicking.”
“It serves you right to have her refuse you. Hell, I would have, too, if I were her. Namjoon-ssi, you should know better! For someone so intelligent, sometimes you are…” sigh. “Never mind. Where is she now? Do I need to get a van ready? Do I need to get the lawyers ready?”
“No, no van or lawyers,” confirms Namjoon before he pauses to continue. “Well, she did threaten to call her friends to come get her, but that was before she left with Yoongi-hyung.”
“SHE LEFT WITH YOONGI!” Sejin jumps up from leaning on the counter and dashes towards the front door.
“NO! No, no, no, not like left the pack house left. He went back into Alpha Space. He told me to leave her alone and took her to his den.” After briefly pausing, he said, “It sounds like she is taking a bath. Hopefully, she will calm down. Jin-hyung is going to go and talk with them.”
Putting his keys back down, Sejin sighs in relief. “If anyone can get you out of this mess, it will be him. Namjoon-ssi, you are an incredible Prime Alpha, but you get weird when you get a new mate. I thought by now you would be better at it.
“Namjoon-ssi, I will investigate how to modify their contract with our lawyers. IF, and this is a big if, she agrees, you may have something. Is that okay?” says Manager Sejin to reassure that while he thinks this is the stupidest way to court a mate, he still supports Bangtan Pack.
“Please, Manager-nim. Maybe if she sees what we mean written down, it will also help. Oh, and the pack wants her to see our previous agreements with other Playmates,” he adds before he takes a deep breath and ends the call. Namjoon nods to his mates to confirm that their manager is working to help make this happen, allowing the pack to relax.
The turning on of a shower indicates that you are most likely just rinsing off from your bath and should be out soon. The pack turns to Seokjin as he narrows his eyes at Namjoon.
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Looking at the change of clothes left, you debate on even trying them. You are not sure if they would fit, but you remember seeing the random lives Lily has shown you and note that Yoongi tends to wear baggy clothes.
You also know that whenever you are around Derek, and he is in one of his moods, he always feels better when you and Evie wear clothes he keeps around for the two of you that he has scented or has worn himself.
The struggle to put on your undergarments with damp skin ends in frustration. You give up, and they join the bundle of your clothes on the floor next to the sink. So, you go ahead and wear the provided sweatpants and hoodie, which luckily fit sans underwear.
The smell of petrichor surrounds you, making you smile. Your family and human friends always thought you were strange because you loved the smell of fresh rain and wet earth. The hybrids you have met and connected with never seem to question your love for different and unique smells.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you are happy at how soft and comfy the clothes are. The pants were tight on you but not uncomfortably so, and the hoodie was long enough to cover your backside, so no one could tell you weren’t wearing anything under them.
Wait… what does the big V on the hoodie stand for? You were curious enough to look at the tag, which proudly states that you are now wearing a Valentino Hoodie, of all things.
Fuck! Why can’t he have a normal person’s hoodie for you to wear?
This is totally not like the Walmart sweater you lounge in at home. You don’t even want to try to figure out where the pants are from. For all you know, you could pay rent with the money it costs to buy what you’re wearing now.
Walking out of the bathroom, you are trying to twist a towel around your long hair and toss it on top of your head to reveal that Yoongi is no longer alone in the den. “Welcome to our den, Y/n. Sorry, it was not ready for guests, but well, you know. We all got here at the same time,” Seokjin says with a shy smile while Yoongi’s eyes roam your form covered in his clothes.
“Oh, I understand, Mr. Kim. I am sorry for coming into your den without your permission. I didn’t realize it was a shared den until after I was inside,” you bow slightly in apology, sending your hair towel spiraling to the floor.
Grabbing the towel and standing up, you look around, not sure what you should do since Yoongi and Seokjin have taken the bed, and there is no other seating on this side of the room. Looking back at the two Alphas, you smile shyly.
“Come here, dear. Let Yoongi-ah dry your hair while we talk.” Seokjin pats the bed between the two of them, and Yoongi holds up a hairbrush. “Yes, we do need to talk,” taking a deep, calming breath of petrichor, you sit cross-legged on the bed with your back to Yoongi. His hands go to your waist to help you scoot into the right spot. “Comfy?” he asks with his still Alphan eyes.
Attempting to ignore the tingle in your spine from his hands on you, you answer, “Yes, Alpha. I appreciate your help. Don’t worry about brushing too hard. I am used to having a multitude of knots that won’t come out.”
You don’t get to see Yoongi's look of confusion, but you do see Seokjin’s concern. “My hair likes to curl when wet, so it knots up quickly. I washed my hair this morning, so it's just wet from lying in the bath. There are no products in it anymore.”
Seokjin chuckles, “Y/n, you are more than welcome to use anything we have while you are here. Yoon offered you a bath, meaning you can use anything he offers.”
“I used the violet and vanilla bath bomb. Yoongi said to relax, and the smell of vanilla always helps me do that,” you commented to let the Alpha behind you know that you did accept his stuff to help you relax, as you were told. A bright smile graces both of the Alpha’s faces at your confession. The mate scent is comforting for you, which is making them feel more at ease.
“Dry, brush now. Relax more. Time to talk,” Yoongi says as he gently dries your locks with the towel you brought. “Are you okay if we talk, Y/n? I know today has been a lot for you. I will respect your request to leave you alone if that is what you really want,” Seokjin calmly states, but the pained worry in his expression has you nodding your head for him to continue.
Seokjin expresses a little anger at the wolf hybrid downstairs, saying, “I will not excuse what Namjoon did. He didn’t talk with the rest of us before he proposed what he did, so we were shocked, as you were.”
“He didn’t? Is that why Yoongi said the pack was sorry?” you interrupted with a shocked look of disbelief.
“I am sure Yoongi heard us confront Namjoon once we knew you were upstairs,” he says, pointing to his tiny ferret-hybrid ears. So yes, the pack is sorry that the idea of you becoming our Playmate came out so… abruptly.”
Narrowing your eyes at his choice of words, you state, “But you are not sorry that he went for that option in the first place.”
Taking your good hand, Seokjin pushes out his cherry scent along with the vanilla to help keep you calm as he tries to salvage the offer; he explains, “Y/n, I am going to be straight with you. Our Prime Alpha will have a lot of begging to do to be back in the good graces of the rest of the pack for how he handled this, but what he offers… makes sense.” When you hear this, a scowl grows on your face, but you pause as the scent of cherries, rain, and vanilla fills your lungs. After a beat, you ask, “How? Why? I mean, like… really, how?” Pulling your hand closer, Seokjin focuses on his thumb, rubbing your forearm, his wrist brushing against yours. His eyes focus on the movement while he tries to think of the best way to explain the situation. Yoongi takes this moment to rest one leg on each side of yours and scoots closer, “I brush your hair.”
“What do you know of the Playmate contracts?” inquiries Seokjin. “Oh. Ah… Well, I know there are two kinds of contract: Companion or friend contract and partner or rut and heat-based contract. Both can be done individually, as a group, or as a sub-group. Doctors, lawyers, and managers are also involved. Honestly, that is all Derek’s department. I schedule meetings and set up health screenings and such. From my experiences, most of the American Hybrid Idols only take partner contracts.” “You are not wrong about the types, but it seems you may not have a clear understanding of their limits or allowances. Also, what one idol does will not imply what others will do,” clarifies the eldest Bangtan Packmate. “I get that,” you quickly say. “Derek said that due to hybrid health, most, if not all, companion contracts must include some partner option for heats and ruts. Especially if it is a longer-term contract.”
A soft huff is heard from behind you. You start to turn to look at Yoongi, only to have one of his hands slide around your shoulder and up your neck to your jaw. Your breath hitches at the movement, and you will yourself not melt into a puddle.
“Keep looking at Jin-hyung, Y/n. Your hair is almost done.” Yoongi orders before moving his hand away and goes back to brushing the last bit of your hair.
Blinking your eyes, you see a smirk on Seokjin’s face as his white little fluffy ears twitch in amusement. “Sorry, Alpha.” Looking past you, Seokjin says, “Welcome back, Yoongi-ah. Is your Alpha settled now?”
“Yes, Hyung. She smells like me, and that calmed him down quickly, though her sweet pea scent has not come out yet,” Yoongi answers with a slight husk at the end, showing his displeasure that you are still hiding from them.
Looking at your injured wrist, it dawns on you that you must have turned off your scent again. “Sorry– again. I do that without knowing sometimes, but it will come back… eventually.”
“No worries, Dear,” Seokjin says to dispel thoughts about forcing your scent to return. “Anyways, back to the contacts. Our Prime Alpha is having Manager Sejin gather our previous Playmate contracts to be brought over for you to review.” This comment has your eyes snapping to Seokjin quickly, as those are customarily kept quiet, but he explains, “We want you to see that we have never taken a Playmate for more than a companion. All ruts are handled within the packmates because we are a mate-bonded pack.” “Oh, so when he suggested I be your Playmate, it wasn’t a sex-driven conquest thing…” you nod in contemplation, “but that still doesn’t explain why. It explains that you aren’t taking advantage of me, but still…” Pulling you against his chest, Yoongi hugs you close. Leaning to where you can see his face, he smiles, “We would never take advantage of you, and do not think that because our past Playmates were not a sex-driven thing, we do not find you appealing.”
You blush at the implications of his words. Unable to hold his gaze, you try to clear your head and look at the older Alpha, “How can I be your Playmate?” “Simple,” he states. “Care for us.”
“Like it is that simple. I have a broken wrist," you argue back. “Caring for us, for a pack of Alphas, is different from how you have to care for your family pack.” Seokjin explains, “You were injured in an accident involving this pack. We all know that you will need assistance in caring for yourself and your things.” “As a respectful and responsible pack of Alphas, we will follow our instinct and culture to provide for you during this time. As Prime Alpha said, you will pay for nothing while you are with us. If you are contracted as a Playmate during that time, it will allow you to pay your rent, utility bills, etc.”
“Y/n,” Yoongi calls for your attention as he hooks your legs over his and turns you to see him better. “We… actually no. I will speak for myself. I will not be able to function well knowing that you are on your own trying to make things work.”
With his eyes flashing to his Alpha briefly, “My Alpha and I are not going to be able to go about our schedule without worrying about you all the time. At this point, I would prefer you stay as close as possible to me or a packmate. I can understand that it can be a bit much.”
“Having you by our side,” Seokjin chimes in, “granting our Alphas to express the instinct to care for you will be your way of fulfilling the contract.” Looking between them, your head swims, “What about the domestic stuff? I hear about Playmates talking about laundry, making sure their idols eat, and stuff like that.”
Clearing someone’s throat quickly draws your attention to the den door. A few other packmates are shyly standing just outside the threshold. In the middle of the gathering, Jungkook says, “You won’t have to do any of that, Y/N, we really want to take care of you. We want to treat you right. We want to support you.”
“Come in, my loves,” Seokjin calls.
At his permission, Jungkook bounds forward and kneels on the floor at your feet, resting his head on your knees again. Taehyung joins him on the floor and leans against Seokjin. Hoseok and Jimin also sit on the floor. Looking toward the door, you wait for the Prime Alpha to come in, too, but no one else does. Confusion and almost a hurt look come to your face for a moment before you look at the boys present.
The next to speak up is Hoseok, “Namjoon-ah is waiting for Manager Sejin downstairs. He didn’t think you would want to see him right now. He knows he went about this wrong, but let him come to you, and don’t go easy on him. His primeness can be on his knees, and groveling a little won’t hurt him.”
This causes you to blush and giggle, causing the whole room to smile. The scents of cherries, rain, snickerdoodles, ebony, oranges, and lilac fill the room like potpourri with a warm vanilla underneath. Slowly, you relax a little more as the scent of your (unknown to you) mates rolls over you. You lean into Yoongi, seeking the comfort of his presence in the now-filled room. “Thank you all for coming up here. Seokjin explained to me that Prime Alpha's action was a surprise for all of us,” you say, looking around at the boys on the floor as they nod.
“It is just so much right now for me. I am overwhelmed. It has been explained that it wasn’t meant as some big joke, and you are trying to follow instincts—instincts I don’t know anything about.” Looking back at your hands, you ask, “If you would explain what you each would expect, I think that would help.”
With a soft bump of his nose on your cheek, you look at Yoongi, “You already know where I stand. Before this whole mess, my Alpha made that clear outside on the deck.”
“I want to ensure that you are eating well to be healthy and happy,” Seokjin claims.
“For me,” Hoseok says, “I want to help keep you laughing during the hard times.”
“A friend. I know you have your family pack, but I hope to be your friend while you are with this pack. Be someone you can go to,” Jimin shyly says while looking around at his mates and then you.
“Expression: I hope to help you find a way to confidently express yourself around me and others,” Taehyung adds.
“Cuddles, pets, scratches, umm... More cuddles. Just think of me as your personal stress ball or life-sized stuffed bunny,” Jungkook purrs as you run your fingers through his hair.
“I will be whatever you need me to be,” Namjoon says from the hall just out of the doorway. “And I will do what needs to be done to earn your forgiveness and trust as Prime Alpha, even if I have to borrow some knee pads.”
Namjoon looks around the room with a hesitant smile and settles his gaze back on you. “Miss Y/L/N and mates, please join me and Manager Sejin downstairs. We have some things to discuss.”
“He wasn’t lying,” you softly say with realization.
“Who?” Manager Sejin asks.
“Seokjin. I mean, Mr. Kim… said they never took a Playmate for more than being a companion. None of these have the rut clause, and to top it off, most have a clause to ensure that the Playmate understands it is not even on the table for discussion.”
“That is correct; the Bangtan Pack only satisfies their ruts within their mate-bonded pack,” further confirms their long-time manager. “They ask Playmates to have someone other than their mates to find friends and hang out. It can be a bit much, even with them being mated, to always have a bunch of men around.”
“Friends,” you say, nodding. “I can do that, but I cannot do all the other services listed in these contracts. Manager Sejin, how will this even get approved by PMS? I don’t qualify to be a Playmate.”
“Miss Y/n, sit down and let us go over the contract that Namjoon-ssi and I drafted for you. Maybe it will help if you see the modifications already approved by your employer,” offers the hamster hybrid.
Taking a seat, the two of you go over the contract clause by clause. It broke down to say,
1—You wouldn’t be expected to do any housework, cooking, lifting, working out, driving, or video gaming (Manager Sejin said it needed to be there because of the Maknea line) until medically cleared.
2—The Prime Alpha himself would pay for all of the expenses while you were staying at the pack house during the contract period.
3—Big Hit would grant a salary of more than enough for your flat, utilities, and other regular bills. Honestly, it was enough to pay off your useless student loan, too.
4—The contract lasted for eight weeks and can be extended or modified at your or Bangtan Pack's request and subsequent agreement. But what caught your attention the most was that they had omitted the ruts clause, which prompted you to ask, “Manager Sejin, What about the rut clause?”
“Ah yes, let me get Namjoon-ssi for that one,” he says while getting up and retrieving the Prime Alpha from the living where they were all waiting. “Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Manager Sejin said you had a question about the contract for me?” Namjoon questions as he sits beside the manager on the other side of the table. “Yes,” you sit up, trying to maintain professionalism. “I have gone over the contact, and while your manager has explained it well, I have one that you must answer.” Looking him dead in the eye, which causes the Prime Alpha to shift in his seat, you ask, “Why is there no rut clause in the proposed contract? I thought you said that was in it?”
You would never outwardly admit, especially right now, how cutely red his face became when you asked, “Umm… well... There are a couple of reasons.” Licking his lips, Namjoon glanced at Manager Sejin, who only looked amused and couldn’t wait to hear what he would come up with. “Firstly, right now, none of the pack are set to have a rut within the time Dr. Blackwell said you would need to heal or during the length of the North American leg of the tour. However, and I guess this is more of the real reason why some of the mates have expressed a concern… well, the pack is not…” “Prime Alpha, I get it. The elder Mr. Kim and Yoongi expressed that I may be appealing,” you smile only to cover the slight pang of hurt as you say, “but that doesn’t mean any of you would want me that way.”
Manager Sejin shakes his head as confusion fills Namjoon's face, “No, no… God, why am I so bad at this?” Namjoon says, running his hands over his face.
“You are appealing, very much so, and the rut clause is not in the contract because the pack doesn’t want you to think that skinship is off the table,” Jungkook startles the three of you from the hall. “I'm Sorry, Joonie-hyung. We could all hear you floundering, and I couldn’t take it anymore,” he says, walking in and sitting next to you. “Thank you, Kookie. You all know I can get lost for the right words sometimes,” admits Namjoon. “Mr. Jeon, why would not having the rut clause in the contract make you think that?” you ask, turning to give him your full attention. You do catch the slight frown at the use of his last name.
“Skinship consists of many things: hugs, holding hands, sniff kisses, pecks on the head or cheeks, massaging, cuddling, and scenting, to name a few. At this point, you and I have done a few of these. You also have done some with Yoongi and…” Jungkook takes hold of your good hand and brings your wrist to his nose. Sniffing, a smile beams on his face, and his leg starts to bounce, “Yep, and Jinnie-hyung also scented you.” “Miss Y/L/N, many Playmates take these actions as openings or requests to have intercourse with us. That is not what we have wanted from any of them. Therefore, it is why that rut clause is always added to their contracts,” Namjoon adds. “Oh. I am not used to skinship outside my family pack,” glancing at Namjoon and then at Jungkook. “But… It felt comforting: Yoongi’s hugs, your cuddles, and the elder Mr. Kim’s scenting. While I am not used to it, it does feel nice.”
A slight blush heats your face and neck. Thinking back to the comfort of Yoongi holding you, the calmness Jungkook and Seokjin brought you, and the warmth you felt in Hoseok's arms. All the men in the room smile at your confession.
“Good, I would have been very sad if I had to stop cuddling with you, Y/n,” Jungkook says while playing with your fingers.
“Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin calls your attention, “Does that mean you will agree to this contract? I can send it for finalization and set a meeting for final approval?”
Your eyes drop to the proposed contract before you. If approved, the empty line above the word ‘Playmate’ feels like it would change everything if you placed your signature there. Taking a deep breath, you smell the vanilla again, mixed with a leather-like smell and holiday cookies.
First enters Jungkook, followed by Namjoon, both dawning looks of concern.
“What happened?” asked Taehyung.
“Did she agree?” inquired Jimin.
“Do not tell me – we lost her already,” demands Seokjin.
Yoongi stands from his seat and heads toward the dining room to try one more time to talk you into staying. However, he stops when you enter the room, holding all the contracts the pack has held.
“Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin,” you call their names as your eyes look over the room and end on the last one, “Seokjin.”
The boys and their Alphas shudder at having you say their actual names. Each step forward, like you are taking a roll call as they wait for some indication of what is happening.
With a deep and respectful 90-degree bow, you say in Korean, “My name is Y/L/N, Y/N. I put myself in your hands as your new Playmate.”
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