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lethesomething · 6 years

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The definitely not definitive otome guide

I sincerely doubt the world needs this, but that sort of thing has never stopped me before. Have an extremely biased guide of several dating sim games, organised by some arbitrary metrics.

Word of warning: this will be long (4k words), because I've played an embarrassingly large amount of otomes.

As a disclaimer: obviously this is a personal opinion. If you (as a lot of people do) enjoy the more forceful bad boy type in your dating sim, I’m not going to judge you. I, however, don’t, so this list is very specifically going to call out games for how they treat the protag.

Featured here: Amnesia: Memories, Blood in Roses, Cutie Demon Crashers, Destined to Love, Dream Daddy, Hatoful Boyfriend, Hustle Cat, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Sengoku, Lost Alice, Midnight Cinderella, Monster Prom, Mystic Messenger

A note on play styles.

These games come in a few flavours, which is important to know if you're gonna try them.

The vast majority of the mobile games here follow a basic visual novel structure. You pick a guy and read through the different chapters, and depending on your answers you'll be leaning toward one of two or three endngs. Since these are free to play mobiles, there's a bunch of challenges you will need to log in daily to pass.

Mystic Messenger is the main outlier, since it's a chat simulator that plays in real time.

The pc games tend to be more complex, with interlocking routes and more endings, generally. You'll need a number of skill points to meet character A for instance, or you'll need to do a series of actions to reach ending B.

Great games

Ikemen Sengoku

Hands down one of the best mobile otomes out there right now. I found this when searching for pics of Masamune Date (from a different game) and I've sort of been obsessed with otomes since.

Platform: Android (free to play, pay for premiums) Story: MC gets sucked into a wormhole and finds herself 500 years back in time, in Sengoku era Japan. She drops in on the exact moment where Nobunaga Oda, the Demon King, would be assassinated at Honno-ji. She stops the murder, disrupts the timeline and now there's a bunch of hot warlords vying for her attention. Protagonist’s spine: Reinforced steel. This is one of my favourite protags, because she is Super Sassy and doesn't take shit, unless she's literally being threatened with a sword. The protags where I feel like I understand their actions are few and far between, but this is one of them. Except when she goes far beyond mere bravery to get her man, and decides to forgo tampons and, like, wifi, to live 500 years in the god damn past. Squick factor: Low. This game is made by Cybird, a company that appears very big on consent. The guys generally treat MC with respect, probably more than could be reasonably asked of a Sengoku warlord. The only worrying stuff happens in the Obvious Yandere route, but you kinda know what you're getting yourself into with that one.

The Good: I friggin love the writing for this game. The guys feel like real characters, there's a ton of interaction between them and I need to give this game extra points for the story events, which are almost invariably gold. This is where the makers stop giving a shit about realism and just go for what they want to write. There's ones where all the guys are suddenly idols, there's a Christmas episode, there's one where they battle through cooking and cleaning. It doesn't take itself serious, is what i mean, and it's Hilarious. The Bad: This is one where the in-game art (aside from the CG's) is actually not that great. Hideyoshi's smile is kinda weird looking and the models feel a little outdated at this point. Best Warlord: This is very difficult, because a lot of them are dreamy, but let's just say that I need a Mitsuhide route so very badly.

Ikemen Revolution

The newest Cybird game and my current fave.

Story: MC falls down the rabbit hole when she tries to give a rushed White Rabbit man something he dropped. She ends up in Cradle/Wonderland, where war is about to break out between the Red and Black army, the Hearts and the Spades. Everyone is hot dudes and MC is considered Alice the Second (after the one from Through the Looking Glass). Squick factor: Low. Again: Cybird game. This means there is steamy situations and sex scenes, but they're blatantly consensual. The routes I've played so far keep well within the bounds of what I would consider romantic. Protagonist’s spine: Varnished wood. In general MC is self-propelling with occasional bouts of bravery. You can tell why she's doing the things she's doing and how she reacts to situations feels sort of logical. She's hard-working and caring and a little naïve, but the fact that she's canonically a woman from early 19th Century London does put a lot of her actions in perspective (like the amount of bullshit she puts up with).

The Good: The writing is fun. There's a good mix of angst and just… general comedy. The characters interact with each other a lot, and it feels like they're a big loud family, especially in the Black Army, which is more like a frat than anything else. The art is also decent. The backgrounds are utterly gorgeous and most of the guys are very good looking. When I first started the game I was weirded out by the blinking animation, but I have since gotten used to that. The Bad: I found some of the plot rushed. Like you spend so long slow burn growing toward each other, and then suddenly stuff has to happen action movie style because we're running out of chapters. The final chapters of Fenrir's route were just plain dumb. Like could that BE more of an obvious trap. Come on MC, I expected better of you. Also, since this is a very new game, not that many routes are out (four at the time of writing). Best boy: Hooo man. Of the routes that are out, Ray is very… oooof. But my fave chars are probably 'so done' Sirius (the fact that he's voiced by Suwabe has nothing to do with this, surely) and 'also quite done' Kyle, who is both a doctor and an alcoholic wreck of a human being.

Mystic Messenger

You know Mystic Messenger, it's like one of the biggest otome's of the past few years.

Platform: Android, iOS (free to play, pay for extra saves and stuff) The Story: MC follows a text message to a weirdly high tech apartment and this somehow puts her in the position of party planner for a secretive group of weird people. It only gets more complicated from there. The game plays out in real time, via chat conversations and the occasional story segment. Squick factor: Um. I personally wasn't weirded out, but I also decided very specifically not to play Jumin's route. This girl did her research. The routes in Another Story are also very over the top and would probably bug me. While I love the Saeran character, I don't think I'd be able to handle that route. So: highly dependent on chosen route. Protagonist’s spine: Adderall. It takes a specific kind of person to download a chat app and follow the instructions given by a random stranger therein. It takes a much stranger person to sit in an apartment with a bomb and just keep inviting people to a party. MC is on a different level from us mortals.

The Good: I loved the game mechanic, because it felt very real. The player is following a chatroom, just like the character is. Besides that, the story is completely bonkers and I appreciate that. The Bad: Did I mention it plays in real time? Because it plays in real time, meaning you get chat conversations at two in the morning. I was very sleep deprived when I played this. Best boy: 707. Dude is funny and deep and hot and relatable and smart and I want to give him all the hugs.

Dream Daddy

One of the few decidedly mlm games I've played so far. You've probably heard of it since it was the subject of much hype and much controversy. Markiplier played it. Friggin Buzzfeed has video's on it.

Platform: PC and Mac (it's on Steam) The Story: MC is a Dad who moves into a neighbourhood with a lot of other single(-ish) dads. Time to work it. Squick factor: Low. This is primarily a humour game: there's a ton of dad jokes and silly mini games, and a distinct lack of kabe don's. The canon routes are all very thoughtful. Protagonist’s spine: Barbecued sausage. Player Dad just goes for it. He’s flexible and caring enough to handle the more sensitive subjects, and self aware enough to deal with random crime and weird drunks.

The Good: I remember opening this game and, in the character creation screen, telling a trans friend of mine 'omg you can wear binders', and the sheer Glee of his reaction. That's the kinda stuff this game was, partly, made for and it is appreciated. I really liked the tongue-in-cheek writing, most of the jokes landed and the whole thing is just a lot of fun. The Bad: Some of the minigames are annoying. Why the hell are you making me play Bejeweled with fish? I also had a hard time sympathizing with some of the kids. I mean… Lucien straight up tries to murder someone? Ernest is 'rebellious' but he's also an ass. Best dad: Damien has the best route, but have you Seen Mat? Holy moly.

Not worth it games

Amnesia: Memories

This game should come with a friggin warning, so I'm giving it here. Its popularity and star rating is a terrible indicator for how much you may enjoy this game. It presents itself as a cute dating sim with gorgeous art, but it devolves into straight up horror, and not in the good way. This feels like a guidebook written in the 1800's to tell young women their place. Not even mortified intrigue could make me finish this.

Platform: PC (Steam or Google Play) and PlayStation Vita Story: MC wakes up with amnesia. Someone hurt her and she doesn't know who to trust. You'll need to figure out what happened. Squick factor: Super high. Like… so high. Everyone treats MC like shit and she just lets it happen, even developing all kinds of Stockholm Syndrome as she falls in love with these asshats. MC's childhood friend supposedly loves her but is such a tsun and just… doesn't communicate while also treating her like a small child. One of the other characters is so popular he has a fucking harem but MC is just supposed to wait for him to actually fall in love with her. And don't even get me started on that friggin yandere. *shudders* Even the secret route 'true love' character is a million types of wrong. Protagonist’s spine: Undercooked custard. MC has the self preservation skills of a wet sponge and whoever is playing this is supposed to get turned on by high concept ideas of S&M that are just written out so badly everything feels like an abusive relationship.

The Good: *sigh* The art. The art is very pretty (I'm upset at the art since it sucked me into the horror). Also, as a visual novel, this one is complex as all hell. There's a ton of endings (most of them deadly) depending your actions as a player. It's vast, is what I'm saying. Also, I hear the clover route isn't as bad as some of the others, but I was too weirded out to try. The Bad: See rant. This is one of those games that really seems to glorify the whole possessive, abusive boyfriend shtick, but it's ok because he loves you, really. Ugh. Just… ugh. Best boy: Kent? I guess? He doesn't appear to be actively abusing MC at least.

Shall we date: Lost Alice

I wondered if I should include this because I literally played like ten chapters and then deleted it, but that in itself should give some indication.

Platform: Android (free to play, in-app premium purchases) Story: MC wakes up in the forest with amnesia (I see a trend). Turns out she's in Wonderland and everyone thinks she's Alice. Most of Wonderland's characters are, predictably, hot men. Squick factor: Unavailable. I didn't play far enough to see but some of the men are quite pushy and also it's a Shall we date app, so… tread carefully. Protagonist’s spine: Cement. This is an MC that puts up a fight, which I respect. Sadly she does so in that 'needlessly aggressive' way that anime characters sometimes have. I didn't find her particularly sympathetic.

The Good: The art. It's always the art that gets me. The Bad: The UI annoyed the shit out of me. This is a free to play, pay for premiums game, so some level of mindless clicking is expected if you try to play for free. This one had just too much. There was friend greeting and picture rating and princess lessons and got knows what else, all taking a ton of time. Trying to get to the home page popped up at least four different 'now on sale' screens every single time. The writing wasn't good enough for me to deal with that. Best boy: Well there’s a cat. So.

Decent games

Hustle cat

This game is set in a cat café, that was all the encouragement I needed to buy it.

Platform: PC (Steam) Story: MC is invited to take a job at a cat café. Turns out everyone in the café is cursed, and also they're into you. Squick factor: Almost non-existant. This is a very tumblr friendly game in the sense that your love interests are both male and female, and none of them are particularly pushy. The relationships feel pretty natural and mostly consist of MC helping their love interest with some subquest. Protagonist’s spine: Cucumber. MC is actually pretty cool. The game does that 'modern western game' thing where you get to pick a gender and a skin colour for your protag and the general atmosphere is 'tongue in cheek'. MC doesn't let people walk over them, but they're generally helpful.

The Good: CATS. The premise of this game is pretty neat. The Bad: According to Steam I played this five months ago, and I pretty much forgot about it. Fun game but not particularly memorable. Best cat: Landry. Tall, gentle giants are a particular weakness.

Shall we date: Blood in Roses

This is me giving Shall we Date another shot, because the amount of hot mildly medieval boys was intriguing.

Platform: Android (free to play, in-app premiums) Story: There's two, because this app has been around for a while and now has two 'seasons'. The Witch stumbles upon a supposedly abandoned castle and gets imprisoned there by a bunch of vampires. The Hunter, meanwhile, seeks out the castle because she wants to stop an attack on her village. Both come to realize that the castle is now a hotel for monsters, and that its denizens are both not what they imagined, and also hot. Squick factor: Highly dependent on route. The Witch literally starts in a jail cell, so you can imagine the Stockholm Syndrome shit that goes down. Also, this is a personal preference, but I'm really weirded out by a lot of blood play stuff so most of the vampire routes are gonna be… problematic. Shall we Date games don't shy away from sex scenes and I like that, but coupling them with drinking blood 'to get in the mood' is a rather specific niche. The game does offer a number of other options for you to court, from werewolves to wizards and… grim reapers? It's a mixed batch. If you're not into pushed boundaries I can offer one tip: stay away from the vampires. Protagonist’s spine: Sand cookie. She has one, but it's brittle. I've mostly played Hunter routes and it's like… she tries, and she can take care of herself but she also tolerates more bullshit than necessary, ya know.

The Good: The art is good, and some of the storylines are intriguing despite my reservations. I'm still playing it (mostly in a quest to find a good ending where MC doesn't die to become a weird immortal creature). The UI, while annoying, isn't as bad as Lost Alice's, or so it seems. The Bad: The writing is very hit or miss. There's routes where the guy just sort of lowkey stalks MC, until she suddenly decides she's incredibly in love with him. There's others that make even less sense, and then there's ones that feel more natural. In general, MC's actions don't seem to have a lot of thought put into them. Best boy: So far: Gordon. He's cute and sensible and tortured and not incredibly antagonistic.

Midnight Cinderella

You'll notice a friggin ton of Cybird games on here.

Platform: Android (free to play, premium purchases) Story: MC gets, mostly by accident, chosen to be the Princess of Wysteria. As such she must prepare to govern the country when the king dies, and choose a consort from a number of suitors. Squick factor: Low. Not only are these men respectful of her, they're rather literally treating her like royalty. Having said that, there is a lot of the typical hurtful tsun stuff going in several routes. Protagonist’s spine: Lightly done steak. There's something weird going on with the protag in this game. When it comes to governing, she's tough as nails. She's thrown into a situation she wasn't ready for, and while this stresses her out 24/7, she performs admirably. On the other hand, her main reaction to literally anything when it comes to love is 'Oh'. She cries a lot, at times she feels like a wet rag. There's a bunch of situations she could have just solved by going 'Yeah I'm into you'. She's complex, I guess.

The Good: The writing, while melodramatic, is nice. The art is good as well. The Bad: This is an old game and it doesn't perform that well on my current-gen smartphone. Expect to push certain buttons several times before the game realizes what you're trying to do. Also the loading takes ages. Best boy: For me, Sid, because he reminds me of Aomine Daiki and I'm weak for that type of personality. As far as routes go, Leo's probably had the most impact on me.

Destined to Love

I'll be honest, I started this because of an event in Ikemen Sengoku that would give me cross game storage. Don't judge me.

The Story: MC gets flung back in time (this is also a trend, it seems) to the 1800's, a few weeks before the Ikedaya incident will make the Shinsen-gumi a historic Legend. She meets, and chrams, a whole bunch of historical figures. Protagonist’s spine: Cured leather. As a modern woman sent back in time, MC is probably fairly sassy by the standards of the time, but she remains mostly polite. She's tough, considering the circumstances, but quite pliable in that 'we'll see where this goes and make the best of it' way. Squick factor: Low. There's one character that just screams 'red flag' but I have yet to try his route. Since this is a Cybird game, most of the guys are pretty respectful.

The Good: I really like the premise? As the title suggests, MC's love is part of a higher destiny, one that transcends time, and it's one of the reasons she has to go to friggin 1800's Japan. She has a hand in making history. This amuses me. Also, the guys are pretty good looking. The Bad: This is a fairly old mobile game and you can kinda tell. On a technical level it's not as bad as Midnight Cinderella, but again the touch buttons aren't always responsive. Besides that, some of the writing is rather clunkily translated and a bunch of the art is low res. Best Boy: I haven't played all the routes here, but Katsura is a god damn sweetheart, and Kyo and Yamazaki seem adorable AF.

The weird: the special ones

Hatoful Boyfriend

The reason I know otome's exist. This one shot to meme status a few years back.

Platform: PC (it's on Steam) Story: MC is one of the last remaining humans after sentient birds took over the world. She gets enrolled into an elite school for pigeons. Squick factor: Medium to high. The major thing to understand about Hatoful is that on the surface it looks like a particularly silly dating sim with pigeons, but dig deeper and it is Also a full blown apocalyptic horror story. And it follows the genre where a wrong move gets MC horrifically killed. Having said that, several of the routes, including the god damn serial killer one, didn't bother me as much as something like Amnesia, because they were not sold as romantic. Maybe it's the whole pigeon thing, maybe it's the general weirdness of the plot, or maybe it is because said serial killer actually goes 'Surely you knew this would happen', before he guts you. Protagonist’s spine: Gummy bear. MC is highly forgettable, but therefore also like… not annoying. The main focus here is on uncovering the many layered plot and the player character doesn't really have a scripted personality, she just embodies the player's actions.

The Good: This whole game is so out there. There's a reason it became so popular. It's an Experience. The plot is over the top and intricate and Weird, and that makes it intriguing. There's a ton of routes and endings, some more secret than others. The 'human' version of some of these birds is kinda hot (sadly that includes the serial killer). The Bad: the plot is so weird and meandering that it's kinda hard to follow at times. I'm fairly certain it takes several guides to unlock all the endings. Best Birb: It's been a while, but I remember liking Yuuya's route quite a lot.

Monster Prom

The new hype.

Platform: PC (Steam!) Story: MC is a student at Monster High, and is trying to get a date for Monster Prom with one of the hot people. Squick factor: None. I mean, nothing that happens here is in accordance to health and safety norms, but that's kinda the point. It's a parody game, making fun of all the hoops teenagers are willing to jump through to become popular. Protagonist's spine: Coagulated blood. MC is willing to make deals with demons, wear corpses as a hat, anything really. The question is very openly: what could I do to make them like me.

The Good: It's a funny game. I like the characters, who embody everything from the Mean Girl to the Hipster Nerd and the Needlessly Aggressive Jock. The art is simple, cartoon style, but pretty neat. The Bad: Everything is very tongue in cheek, which leaves it a little… light for my tastes. I don't feel like any of the routes matter in the grand scheme of things, MC hasn't truly touched anyone's heart. The whole thing is a joke game, so it's funny, but a bit shallow. Best monster: Polly, the permanently stoned party girl.

Cute Demon Crashers

Technically a sex game? But a really very special one.

Platform: PC (free! Here!) Story: A portal opens in MC's house and four Incubi/Succubi drop through. To apologize for the inconvenience, while they wait for a portal back, they offer to teach MC about sex. Squick factor: I've written about this game before and the best thing, the very best thing about it is how incredibly consent-minded it is. Like, even if you're already in bed, getting it on, there's always an option to turn back and leave it at that. The demons are really just there to help MC find out what gives her pleasure. Protagonist’s spine: Rock. Obviously, MC is mildly upset about four random demons showing up. As mentioned before, what happens next is mostly up to the player.

The Good: It's free and the art is pretty and I love the premise. The Bad: Kinda short, but again: free. Cutest Demon Crasher: *cough* Orias *cough*

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ddaddsprompts · 6 years

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Honestly Omegaverse has quickly became one of my fav AUs after seeing what you had for it so I hope it’s not to much to ask but can I request, how would the kids react to the dads all being together in one big pack? Also if it’s ok can you also show Amanda’s reaction to her father being an Omega to all of these Alphas. Thank you!

I really, really love Omegaverse, so any prompt allowing me to write in that verse is a good one! There are some more in the inbox I’m already looking forward to writing. Until then:

🥃 Valis a grown woman, so the whole pack-thing basically doesn’t affect her at all,but you still feel like she has a right to know her father not only has anOmega now, but is also part of a large pack. Robert, after protesting for thesake of it, agrees, and so you texted Val and invited her over to Maple Bay totalk. She shows up a week later and Robert and you take her to the bar. You prepareda speech, but as always, Robert beats you to it. The moment he sits back downafter giving everyone their drinks, he throws an arm over your shoulders, pullsyou close and, as subtle as a bull in a china shop, scents your neck. Your facegoes scarlet and Robert, the bastard, delights in your reaction, nipping onyour earlobe with a grin. He stops after Val throws a peanut at his face. “Wasthat your way of telling me you finally got your shit together and bonded?”Instead of answering, Robert lifts his glass. Val clinks hers against it andtoasts in your direction. Embarrassed as you still are, you only manage a nod. “Congrats.It’s about time.” Robert glares at her, but Val doesn’t seem fazed. Robert finisheshis (non-alcoholic) drink. “But, because I’m such a good Samaritan, I’msharing.” Val’s eyebrow joins the conversation. “You’re… sharing?” Finally, youbreak out of your daze and elbow Robert in the side. He laughs, like that didn’teven hurt. “Fuck the capitalist, patriarchal notion of the nuclear family unit.We’re more old-school.” He says. “Whole neighbourhood’s bonded. We’re takingturns. But I’m his favourite.” He pulls you closer and kisses your cheek, aloud wet smooch. Val pauses, before downing her drink in one go. “What else didI expect,” she mutters to herself. “’course you can’t do normal.”“Normal doesn’t exist. If we’re being technical, large packs are normal.”Robert waves at Neil, who nods and prepares more drinks. “You okay with that,kid?” Robert’s face, to those who don’t know him well, is as blank as always, buthis worry is visible to you. You kiss his neck, feel him relax a little. Valfinally breaks the silence. “Of course I am. If it means you’re happy, I don’tcare about the details.” Robert releases a long breath of relief and kissesyour temple. “To us.”

🍸 “Mary and the kids are going to be here soon,” Joseph says, briefly interrupting his phone call. You nod, before going back to nervously chewing on your nails. It doesn’t take long before a weight makes the couch next to you dip down, then Joseph pulls you into his side. As his scent rises to your nose, the tension melts from your body and you sigh. “There’s no reason to be nervous.” You make a doubtful noise at the back of your throat. Joseph tutts and kisses your head. He spends the time you’re waiting for Mary to drop off the kids trying to calm you down, but the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house undoes all his work. Christie is the first to burst through the door; her twin follows after a second and Chris walks in behind him, far slower than his siblings. The last Christiansen kid is asleep in his mother’s arms, but is dropped into yours by said mother. Mary winks at you. “Have fun, kids, don’t do what your Mom wouldn’t do, but also don’t do what she would definitely do.” She kisses them goodbye before leaving.Once Mary is gone, the kids settle on the ground to watch a movie. After some time, Crish starts squirming in your arms. He looks at you confused, then inhales deeply, before suddenly starting to bawl. “Sssh, what is it?” No matter what you do, the toddler wo ’t calm down. Joseph takes him from you and rubs Crish’s back. “I think it might be the strange scents on you.”“Oh.” Joseph notices your dejected tone and leans in to kiss you. “Don’t worry. It’s probably just the scents of the other Alphas and once he’s used to them, he won’t mind anymore. Give it some time.” The other three kids look up at you, confused. “Why do you smell like other Alphas?” Joseph and you exchange a look. “Erm. You know how when…” You’re struggling for words. Thankfully, someone comes to your help - not Joseph, but Chris. “Omegas can bond with several Alphas. That’s called a pack.” The twins still look confused. “How does that work?”You blush. “That’s something for when you’re older, alright? Who wants some hot chocolate?” Joseph’s question gets him four yes. As he leaves, you look down at the kids. “Is that okay for you?” Chris shrugs and turns back to the movie, while his siblings hold a silent conversation before nodding. “Dad always says sharing is caring. Why not share love too.” You laugh softly and ruffle Christian’s hair. “That’s very wise of you.” The boy smiles proudly, then focuses on the screen again.

☕ “Carmen, baby, can Y/N and I talk to you for a second?” At the affirmative shout coming from Carmensita’s room, Mat drops his gaze back to you. “Don’t be so nervous Y/N. She likes you.” You sink further into the couch. “I’m not nervous.” Mat calmly raises an eyebrow at you. “I can smell you, babe. You’re reeking of stress. It’s taking me some self-restraint not to give into my instincts.” He walks over to the couch and puts his hands on your shoulders. Instantly, you melt. “Relax. Like that, yeah. Don’t worry. She reacted well to us bonding, didn’t she?” Begrudgingly, you have to admit he’s right. The sound of footsteps makes you look up. Carmensita regards you two curiously, before flopping down on the couch next to you. “What is it, Dad, Y/N?” Mat gives your shoulders one last squeeze, then joins you two on the couch. “You know what a pack is, right? In recent days, it’s mostly just the nuclear family, so the parents and their children, but centuries ago, it was common for several of these ‘basic units’ to form a pack.” Carmensita nods. “We learnt that in class.” She cocks her head and looks at you quizzically. “Is this where you tell me that you’re also bonded to Mister Cahn?” Both you and Mat stare at Carmensita in shock. Oblivious to your surprise, she continues. “Hazel, Briar and I discovered that a few days ago. That means we’re sisters, right?” You numbly nod. Carmensita smiles brightly. “That’s so cool. I have an older sister now!” Mat clears his throat. “That’s not all, baby. It’s not just Craig, but… also the other dads in the neighbourhood. The Bloodmarchs, the Christiansens, Robert, the Hardings and the Vegas. We’re all a big pack now.” “So technically, you have lots of siblings now. Is that… is that okay for you?” Carmensita stares at you, blinking as she processes the information. Then she breaks out into a huge grin and nods. “Now I’m an older sister, too!” She giggles. Relieved, you slump into Mat’s side. He wraps an arm around you, the other around Carmensita, and pulls you both close.

🌹 "Y/N.“You instantly recognise the voice and turn around. “Hey, Lucien, whatbrings you here?” During school time, no less. The teen buries his handsin his pockets and looks down on the ground. “Are you cheating on myDad?” Gasping in surprise, you stare at him. “What? No! What makesyou say that?!” Lucien pulls a face. “I saw you kiss MisterChristiansen two days ago.”“Didyou talk to Damien about it?” The teen shakes his head. “I don’t wanthim to hurt. If you’re cheating, get the fuck away from my Dad, before he findsout. He deserves better than being cheated on.” Without thinking you reachout and wrap your fingers around Lucien’s arm. The teen stares at you,unblinking. “Look, it’s not how it looks. I’m not cheating on your Dad,because he knows.” Lucien frowns. “He what?” You planned onhaving that conversation at home, with Damien by your side, but life never workedlike planned. It seems like you’ll have to do this yourself. “I… thewhole cul-de-sac, the Dads, I mean, we’re…” Frustrated, you let go ofLucien’s arm to gesture. “I’m not just bonded to Damien. I’m also bondedto Joseph, Robert, Mat, Hugo, Craig and Brian. We’re all pack now. Damien and Imeant to tell you but-” Lucien interrupts you by holding up a hand.“You mean to tell me all of the cul-de-sac Alphas and you are in one bigpack? And Dad said yes?” Unsure of what to say, you simply nod. Lucien pullsa hand out of his pockets and runs it through his hair. “I…” Heaverts his gaze and chews on his bottom lip. “Shit, I’m sorry Y/N. Ididn’t- I didn’t think you’d cheat but I saw you-” Gently, you put a handon his shoulder and smile. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m glad to see youtake care of Damien’s well-being like that.” Lucien hesitantly nods. Yourelease him again. “Are you okaywith that? Being part of such a large pack?” Lucien shrugs. “It’s notlike I’ll have to play family with the other kids.” Atyour expression, he rolls his eyes, albeit with a small smile, and gives you a dismissivewave of his hand. “Never said I won’t give it a try.” With a scoff, he turns and walks away.

🎣 The conversation with Daisy,you feel, is going to be one of the easiest. She’s a smart girl, very grown-upfor her age, and you expect things to go well. Taking advantage of the factBrian’s off to work, leaving you and Daisy alone at his house, you preparedinner for the two of you and call Daisy down from her room. “It’s good,” shesays between two bites of spaghetti. You keep the fact that it’s practicallythe only dish you can do to yourself, instead wiping your mouth and clearingyour throat. “There’s something I want to talk about with you.” Daisy puts downher cutlery and looks at you intently. After a few seconds of silence, in whichyou prepare yourself mentally, you begin to explain. “You probably alreadynoticed something is different. You’re a smart girl and it’s not like we wentout of our way of hiding it. You know I’m an Omega—“ She nods. “—and that yourDad and the others are Alphas. You probably also noticed your Dad and megetting closer and all that.”“You weren’t exactly subtle about it,” Daisy says so matter-of-factly, you can’thelp but chuckle. “Exactly. But you might also have noticed that I’m also asclose to the other Dads as I am to him. There’s a reason for that and that’salso why I wanted to talk to you. Do you know what a pack is?” Daisy thinksabout it for a moment. “It’s a large group of individuals forming a sort offamily unit. Dad, Mum and I were a pack, I think, before the divorce.”“That’s right. The family is the smallest and most natural pack everyone hasuntil they are grown-up, at which point it loosens or dissolves as the childrenform new packs. You can also form a pack with friends. Or…” You take a deepbreath. “Several Alphas form a pack around an Omega. They’re all bonded to thatOmega.” It clicks immediately. Daisy’s eyes widen. With horror you realise she looks sad. “Are… are Dad and I not enough for you?”“Daisy, sweetheart, that’s not the reason.” You reach out for her hands across the table. “Sometimes, people love more than one person romantically. That doesn’t mean they love any of the people less than the others or that one wasn’t enough. I love you and Brian just as much as any of the others.” Daisy considers your words, sniffling, but eventually nods. Unable to stay seated, you round the table and wrap your arms around her. She buries her face in your shoulder. “So I have siblings now?” You quietly laugh. “Kind of. You have two big sisters and…”

👟 “—and basically, that meanswe’re all a huge family now, but you’re not obligated to hang out with theother kids or like the other Dads, because technically speaking, the only thingconnecting you to them is me and I know in some packs, the Alphas don’t hangout with each other, but I don’t think that-““Bro,” Craig interrupts you, voice somewhere between amusement and concern.Blushing, you turn around and smile sheepishly. Behind you, River gurgles. “Wereyou practising your speech in front of River?” Your lack of reply is all theconfirmation he needs. Though he’s still all sweaty and gross from jogging, youlet him pull you into a hug and bury your nose in his neck. You’re verythankful for evolution’s ingenuity making your Alphas’ scents so soothing toyou. “It’s going to be okay, bro, don’t worry so much. The kids already knowthe others. Besides, they’re old enough to understand the whole pack thing.Biology classes and all.” He pulls a face. “Those were some interesting questions,let me tell you.” Craig shakes his head, as if shaking those thoughts off, andsqueezes you. “So relax. You got River down, only two more to go.”“To go for what?” At the twins’ sudden appearance, you want to step away fromCraig, but the Alpha tightens his grip, foiling your plans of escaping tosafety. Your glare only makes him smirk. “My bro—“ Briar rolls her eyes.“—wants to tell you something but he’s beating himself up about it.” Hazelexchanges a glance with her sister. “Is it about all the Dads of the cul-de-sacbeing in a pack now?” Silence. You splutter, “Wh- How? Who?” Hazel shrugs nonchalantly.“Carmensita. We were hanging out and she mentioned how Y/N bonded with herDad, and we kind of realised that way. We’re cool with it.” “Means more presents at Christmas.” Before you can recover from that, they’re off again, leaving you andCraig alone. You turn to look at him and blink a few times. He’s obviouslytrying hard not to laugh. You shove against his chest, but he doesn’t evenbudge, just chuckles and pulls you close again. “See, you needn’t haveworried.”

📖 Of all the kids, it was Ernest you dreaded talking tothe most. You know judging someone in an emotional time like puberty, and afteronly meeting them once or twice, isn’t right, but you can’t help yourself. He’sthe big unknown in the whole equation – chances are, though, he won’t like theidea of suddenly being swept into a big pack. Hugo suggested sitting him downand laying it all out, so that’s what you’re doing. From the way Ernest issitting leaned back away from you as far as possible, arms crossed in front ofhis chest, you’d think he’s being interrogated by the police. Your anxiety musthave been visible – or smell-able – as Hugo scoots closer so that yourshoulders are pressed together. “Do you have any idea why we wanted to talk toyou, Ernest?” The teen just scoffs and continues glaring. Not the best start toa conversation like that. “I’m not sure how far your biology course got intothe dynamics of Alphas, Betas and Omegas and whether you paid attention, but—““If you’re about to give me the birds and bees speech, I’m out of here.” Ernest’salready halfway out of his seat before he even finishes his sentence. You reachout and touch his shoulder, and he immediately brushes off your hand but staysseated at least. A quick glance over at Hugo tells you he’s keeping in hisfrustration. Taking a deep breath, you decide to be upfront. “You know I’m anOmega, right?” Narrowing his eyes in confusion, Ernest nods. “Your Dad and allthe other Dads in the cul-de-sac are Alphas. We… bonded. Now, traditionally,that’d mean you’re part of the pack too, at least until you’re of age, but ifyou don’t want anything to do…” When you see the way Ernest’s eyes went wide likesaucers, you trail off. Your instincts, the ones evolution gave you, make youwant to pull him close and comfort him, but you hold back, waiting. Eventually,Ernest breaks out of his trance. His eyes are suspiciously wet. “Okay.” Withoutanother word, he gets up and leaves. You could have imagined it, but to you, hesounded happy.

🐼 “I come home from college and there’s Alpha scent allover the house?” You startle awake from your nap and nearly fall off the couch.It’s only your superior Dad reflexes that save you from a dire fate. Even so,Amanda looks more amused than impressed as she drops her bag at the door andcrosses her arms in front of her chest. “I mean, I kind of expected it, butstill.”“Are you saying you expected your Dad to be swept up by one of the Alphas inthe neighbourhood?” You raise your eyebrows at her. “If I didn’t know better, I’daccuse you of thinking in stereotypes, Panda.” She huffs out a laugh andfinally crosses the distance, throwing herself into your arms. After a fewmoments, she pauses and takes a deep breath. “That’s weird.” Panic begins torise in your chest. Amanda, while only being a Beta and thus not possessing anAlpha’s sense of smell, still picks up on the change in your body odour. Like ashark, she hones in on it. “What is?” Amanda leans back to look at you. “When Icame in, I smelled Alpha and it smelled familiar. Kind of like cigarettes, so Ithought you fell for Mister Small’s bad boy image. But now that I’m close toyou—“ She scents you again, making you blush a deep red. “—there’s also sawdustin there? And coffee. Hints of flowers, too, though more subtle.” BecauseDamien, unlike Robert or Brian, doesn’t feel the need to scent-mark you to thepoint it’s like a perfume. Amanda knows. She’s only drawing it out to make yousuffer. With her on your lap, there’s no way to escape. Your daughter focusesher eyes on you, staring at you with narrowed eyes, critically, making yousquirm. You know you should have talked about her before just making a bigdecision such as becoming the Omega of a pack of seven, but it all happened sofast, and telling her over skype never seemed right. Suddenly, Amanda grinned.She playfully slapped your shoulder and whistled between her teeth. “Neverwould have thought my Dad had such game!” You blink. “So you’re… okay with it?” Amanda laughs and hugs you. “Of course I am! Not just because I’ve always wanted to be the big sister, but also because it means you won’t be alone when I’m not here.” Shaking your head fondly, you wrap your arms around your daughter and hug her back.

- Mod Mare

#dream daddy #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #dream daddy: a dad dating simulator #ddadds #ddadds imagine #omegaverse #anonymous

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Dads react to finding out their s/o was abused as a child?

[i forgot to mention in my intro post that I’m auggie fan number one and I practically started the fan club okay? okay on with the daddies]

(Trigger warning for childhood abuse mentions)

Brian⛳️: “What a disgusting person!” Brian bellowed throughout the empty house. It wasn’t like him to get angry and although you appreciated the love and protection behind it there were worse things going on in your head at the time.“Please don’t yell.” You practically squeaked. He turned around, red in the face and exhaled deeply before pulling you into a hug.“(Dadsona), I’m sorry. It’s just… I can’t stand the thought of someone doing something like that to you.” You were hardly listening as your head rested against his chest, focusing on the sound of his heartbeat rather than the thoughts and memories rushing through your brain.“I shouldn’t of brought it up—““No, I’m glad you did.” Brian interrupted, streaking your head. He pulled away from you and placed his hands on his hips, his expression had turned to something you’d see on someone who won a game show. “Now I have some proper butt to beat!”“Brian!”“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He laughed before adding, “You already know I’m the best at butt kicking so it’s not like I need to practice.”“You? The best? I beg to differ.” You scoffed, placing your hands on your hips also.“I smell a challenge coming on—““Dad! No!” Daisy shouted from the front door, placing her bag on the floor as she got home from school. “I’m not bailing you both of our jail for beating up people.”You all shared a laugh and couldn’t even remember what you were thinking about just moments before.

Mat🎶: “Mat! Come here!” You called as you entered the baristas house, not taking your eyes off the page in front of you. He emerged from the bathroom shortly after and placed a small kiss on your cheek bone.“Hey (Dadsona), what’s that? Another bill? Because I swear if it is I’m gonna have to ban Carmensita from using the water, those bills are huge man!” He exclaimed, eying down the paper but not attempting to peer over and examine it.“No it’s not that,” You told him before turning the page so he could see it. “I just got back from my therapist appointment and I was diagnosed with general anxiety disorder because of my childhood abuse.” Mat was silent for a minute before he repeated, “Childhood abuse?”You looked up and made eye contact with him, “Didn’t I mention that before?”“No… Oh my god, (Dadsona) are you okay? What happened? No, don’t answer that you probably don’t want to think about it. Oh gosh I’m sorry I should be more mindful, does anything I do trigger you? What can I change?—“ by this point in time you could see Mat was sweating furiously. You took his sweaty palms in his and cut him off.“Mat, don’t change a thing. You’re doing amazingly already, just do what I do and pretend it never happened okay? I mean, that’s harder for me but as long as you do it maybe I could follow along?”Mat took his hands out of yours and wiped the on his jeans.“Of course, (Dadsona).”

Joseph💒: “Joseph, please stop asking questions.” You speak shakily, your head in your hands.“I just want to know what happened, don’t I have a right to know?—““No, not really.” You snapped, looking up at him. You brung yourself to stand and walked over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I thought out of everyone you would understand… but you don’t. Can’t you just support me without having to know everything? Can’t you just leave it?” You decided to stop talking, knowing that the lump in your throat was bound to give way soon and you’d end up in tears.“I… (Dadsona)… I have no words…”“Good.” You snapped again, feeling slightly bad that time. You were quick to apologise. “Jo, I’m sorry but this is really hard to talk about—““I know. I’m an idiot. This is none of my business, I’m so sorry.” When you looked up at him you noticed tears streaming down his cheeks. You sighed, wiping the left side of his face with your thumb before planting a kiss on his cheek.“I shouldn’t of been so hard on you.”“I shouldn’t of been so pushy.”“You know I still love you, right?” You asked before wiping the other side of his face and adding, “You big mess.”He let out a low chuckled, “I love you more you even bigger mess.”

Robert🥃: “(Dadsona), what’s wrong?” Robert chuckled as he emerged from his room shirtless. You couldn’t keep your eyes off them, those scars, the ones you saw at the ghost tour you tried so hard to forget. As your period of silence grew longer so did Robert’s patience, he may of thought of himself as a ‘silly old man’ like Val always joked but even he knew something was wrong here. Robert abandoned his route to the fridge and stepped towards you, bringing you back to reality as his rough hands brushed up your forearm. You dropped your half eaten piece of toast and looked up at him dead in the eye.“I… I love you but could… uh, you please put a shirt on?” You quivered, partly from the memories and partly from the fear of his reaction.“What? Don’t like what you see anymore?” Your boyfriend joked as he reached for a shirt that was within arms reach, classic Robert. When he noticed your silence once more his smile dropped and he really began to worry. As he slipped the piece of fabric over his torso he was about to ask what was wrong again before you cut him off.“I was abused.”Robert didn’t dare to try and speak as his breath caught in his throat. You kept going with your comment, knowing it would be odd if you just left it at that.“I don’t want to go into detail, maybe another day, but your scars remind me…” This time you were the one cut off as your words muffled into his chest and he pulled you into a hug.“Whoever hurt you, I will kill. Whoever plans to hurt you, I will kill. I love you, (Dadsona). I always will, I promise.”

Hugo🤼‍♂️: “Hey Hugo I’m— what are you going?” You asked as you entered his house. The teacher was surrounded in books, which wasn’t any different from a normal Friday afternoon, but these books were different to the ones he usually was buried in.“You remember how you told me about your early childhood trauma last week? Well, I decided to start studying it because not only is it interesting but I thought maybe I would be able to help.” Hugo suggested, showcasing the book in his hands called ‘Damage Of The Human Brain’. “Did you know the earliest the brain can remember something bad is 9 months old whilst something good is at least 19 and a half months old?”You couldn’t help but chuckled as you stepped towards him, “Yeah I think I did know that actually.” You gently took the book off him and pulled him to his feet before wrapping your arms tightly around him.“What’s this for?” He asked, a smile practically lacing his words.“For understanding and trying to help.”

Craig🥇: “I will protect you to the death!” Hazel shouted dramatically, bowing down to her twin. “But Romeo! What if they find out?” Briar gasped just as dramatically. Hazel stood up and took Briar’s hands in hers, “Oh Juliet I would never let that—“ Before she could finish her sentence Amanda burst through the door with Rive in her back and a pair of cool sunglasses on. “Everyone get on the ground!” Your daughter shouted, pointing her finger guns at the two. They both groaned but laughed, “‘Manda wrong play! We don’t want to disappoint our audience!” Hazel complained, gesturing to you and Craig who were sitting on the couch and watching the ‘performance’.“Acting was never your strong points.” Craig laughed at the girls as he watched the three bicker. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow, “It was never your strong point either.”“What do you mean?” You asked, mirroring his look.“Daaaaaaad we’re going to duel outside with Amanda!” Briar said.“Wait, ‘duel’?” Craig repeated but by the time he finished his sentence the girls were gone. He sighed and continued his sentence.“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” He questioned. You knew exactly what he was talking about and couldn’t help but slowly nod. He only sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, “I know it’s hard but…. please don’t. Why don’t we go for the weekend again, huh? Take your mind off things?”You placed a tender kiss on his forehead, “That sounds awesome. You’re the best.”

Damien🥀: You loved spending time with Damien in the garden, it was one of your favourite things to do but something distracted you that day from the beautiful flowers and your ravishing boyfriend. Suddenly, his voice broke your thoughts.“I love you my dear, you know that?” He questioned, his tone serious and almost sad.“Dames, of course— oh god is this a break up?” You blurted out and saw an expression of panic cross your boyfriend’s face.“What? Darling, I would never!” He exclaimed, “It’s just… I know you were abused when you were a kid and… you told me the date it all started one late night and I couldn’t help but notice what day it was.” He trailed off at the end, when he saw you look at the calendar he panicked again. “Oh dear, did I remind you you? Sweetheart, please forgive—““Damien, shut up for a moment please.” You calmly interrupted. He did as he was told and you sighed deeply, “You didn’t remind me, I’ve been fretting this day for weeks. Yeah, I’m really devastated remembering what happened but I’m more grateful. I’m so glad you’re here and we have Amanda and Lucien and I could never thank you enough for you support. You make this a little more bearable and though I may hate this day I look forward to the many years of extra love I get from you for it.”

~Mod Jaidyn♥︎

#dreamdaddyadaddatingstimulator #damienbloodmarch #brianharding #craigcahn #hugovega #josephchristiansen #triggerwarning #abuse #robertsmall

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I can’t get over dream daddy ! SERIOUSLY, I ALREADY PLAYED THE GAME THREE TIMES. I have all the ends, and I still can’t pick a favourite dad, ugh.

- Like I started with Mat, ans he’s such a cool guy but so sweet at the same time, and omg his good ending was so SWEET !

- Then I choose Hugo and okay, I didn’t expect him to be such a huge cute nerd. Like damn it’d be so cool to talk to someone as passionate as he is with his hobby ! ( Plus Ernest is so cute ! )

- Robert, who the fuck think that robert’s route was just okay ?! It was BLOODY AWESOME ! I love sarcastic people and god knows he’s got some. I really liked the fact that he have issues but he tries to deal with them and be a better person.

- Brian, was so sweet ! I laughed so much at the competition between our dadsona and him ! The moment where he pick us up from tha lake and the feeris wheel *—*

- Damien. Was. Just. So. Freaking. CUTE ! Like how can he think that he’s not intresting without his goth/victorian clothes ? I will say it again, seeing someone as passionate as that is so cool ! ( And he’s helping in a shelter omggg ) I’ll foght whoever say that he and robert are lame routes OKAY ? ( must Protect ! )

- Can I really talk about Craig ? I have so much so say about him !! I loved hiq route so much ! I love working out, first thing first. And i love passionate people, It was so great to see him relax a little. He’s so nice he deserves hapiness, my Bro-mate.

- And we DON’T talk about JOSEPH *hiss* I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GOOD GUY ! DON’T FORGET OUR PASSIONATE NIGHT ON THIS YACHT ! Damn you and your stupid perfect hair… ( Yes I’m still bitter about the good ending )

#dream daddy

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Sketch by Brit artist @LincolnTownley over a bowl of noodles at London @wagamama_uk ‏ set to raise thousands for mental health charity @MindCharity

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A SKETCH by successful Brit artist Lincoln Townley he did while enjoying a bowl of noodles at wagamama is set to raise thousands of pounds for mental health charity Mind.

The millionaire artist, known for painting the rich and famous and is a favourite of actor Sir Michael Caine, was discussing the sale of one of his collection with a collector at the restaurant’s Noodle Lab in Soho, London.

Earlier this year the artist sold one of his collection for a million pounds and is currently putting the finishing touches to his biggest exhibition to date at the world famous La Bienale in Venice in May.

Sitting in wagamama he noticed a paper place mat which was entitled Open Mouths, Open minds, mindful colouring sheets in recognition of their association with the mental health charity Mind. It read, ‘pick up a pencil and share whats on your mind’ and because his actress wife Denise Welch is an ambassador of Mind he did just that.

The collector who was sat with him was so impressed he offered to buy it rather than leaving it to be thrown away by the restaurant waiter. Instead Lincoln kept it, signed the work and offered it to wagamama to be auctioned to raise as much money as possible for Mind. Lincoln’s sketches can sell for as much as £20,000 and the image he created shows a screaming, tortured face.

Townley’s career has exploded and in just seven years he is a multi-millionaire having exhibited at the Royal Academy and two shows at The Saatchi Gallery London. In this short time his smaller original oil works have gone from selling at £2,000 to be now worth over £100,000 - a massive 4,900 per cent increase on investment. His latest larger work, priced at £1million, represents an incredible career to date.

Lincoln painted Sir Michael Caine and his wife Shakira, after presenting him the painting the legendary actor who is a collector of his work said: "There's no doubt in my opinion that Lincoln is the next Andy Warhol."

Lincoln said: “The idea of expressing feelings is extremely important to my art. After sitting down and looking at the opportunity to create something showing my inner emotion on something as simple as a place mat is genius, I just had to get involved. Mental Health is a major issue and the best way to understand it and cope with this terribly debilitating illness is to communicate on every level and art can give people the medium to do this.

“My wife Denise Welch is an ambassador for Mind and is extremely vocal in her fight with the illness and extends this regularly to so many people, her belief to share and talk about mental illness is so important to her and our family. I wanted to give back and if we can raise some money and awareness for the amazing charity Mind then that’s fabulous.”

wagamama is combating the stigma of mental health by asking people to open up and talk about what’s on their mind.

wagamama has announced its commitment to raising awareness of mental health continuing its successful partnership with Mind.

The restaurant has partnered with the mental health charity to launch their “Open Mouths. Open Minds” campaign.

The partnership with Mind, the leading mental health charity, will help raise funds for their Infoline service, enabling an extra 8,000 phone calls to be answered in 2019, by donating 25p from the sale of every ‘super green’ and ‘power’ juice from now until 6 March.

wagamama hosted a special event at its London based Noodle Lab restaurant on Dean St, Soho, to mark Time To Talk Day on February 7.

The “Open Mouths. Open Minds” campaign is aiming to encourage people to open up and share what is on their mind to help break the stigma surrounding mental health.

wagamama has changed their iconic placemats into mindful colouring sheets in recognition of Mind. Colouring is a relaxing and simple way of making time for yourself and concentrating in this way may help to reduce stress levels and negative thoughts. wagamama will also be installing giant colouring walls in major cities around the UK to encourage shoppers and passers-by to lose themselves in a mindful exercise for a moment or two.

Kate Dell, Marketing Manager at wagamama said: “At wagamama we want guests to feel nourished both in body and mind when they leave our restaurants, whether this be from restoring themselves with a steaming bowl of ramen, good conversation on our benches or from picking up a pencil to colour in. We are proud to partner with Mind and support the incredible work that they do. We would like to thank Lincoln for his support and we hope his images makes a lot of money.”

Committed to encouraging people to open up, wagamama will be hosting a series of events including a Mental Health panel discussion in their Noodle Lab (wagamama’s London based test restaurant) on Time to Talk Day, 7 February 2019. With four Mental Health campaigners including; Bryony Gordon and Dr Rangan Chatterjee sharing first-hand the importance and effect opening up has had on their own mental health. A number of tickets will be available for the event, which will be shared live, and on social media.

Stephen Buckley, Head of Information, at Mind, said: “We are hugely grateful to wagamama for choosing to raise awareness and funds for the Mind Infoline. The money raised over the course of this campaign will help to fund our vital Infoline services, allowing us to answer more than 8,000 additional calls this year. Together with wagamama we can continue to be there for people who need it, when they need it the most.”

Last year Lincoln sold a diamond encrusted portrait of the late Princess Diana for a personal record-breaking £1million, beating his previous record of £510,000 set by his painting of Mohammed Ali. The Princess Diana painting, a huge two metre square oil and acrylic spray on linen, had over £100,000 worth of diamonds embedded into the canvas to give a spectacular finish.

Townley sold one of his major ‘Hell’ works using the cryptocurrency Bitcoin for over half a million pounds will use the Venice exhibition to unveil his Behind The Mask collection, valued at over £5million.

The global launch at La Biennale of 25 number works of art depict man’s desires and the need to succeed. The collection shows graphically the layers of our lives controlled by the use of oil paint and charcoal on paper.

The self taught artist initially struggled against an established art market but is now highly sought after and collected around the world including America, Australia, the Middle East and Europe.

The Venice Biennale has been established for over 120 years and is one of the most prestigious cultural institutions in the world. Established in 1895, the Biennale has an attendance of over 500,000 visitors at the Art Exhibition every year. The history of the La Biennale di Venezia dates back from 1895, when the first International Art Exhibition was organised. In the 1930s new festivals were born: Music, Cinema, and Theatre (the Venice Film Festival in 1932 was the first film festival in history). In 1980 the first International Architecture Exhibition took place and in 1999 Dance made its debut at La Biennale.

La Biennale has hosted collections over the years including many British artists such as Henry Moore, Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud, Richard Hamilton, Gilbert & George, Anish Kapoor, Damien Hirst, Tracey Erin, Sarah Lucas and Steve McQueen.

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How would dads react to a dadsona who calls/texts them regularly throughout the day not even sending one text one day? and whenever they text/call dadsona doesn't respond, and when they get home it turns out dadsona's cell phone was dead?

Dadsona is me, I’m always texting my boyfriend too! - Mod Mare

🥃 The door is thrown open withsuch strength, you’re sure there’ll be a dent where it hit the wall. Youstartle up from your nap and stare at the intruder – Robert, holding a knife inone hand and his phone in the other. When he sees you, his shoulders sink downas he lets out a long breath. “What’s the matter?” You ask and stand up to walkover to him. He puts away his knife and pulls you close. “You lost your phoneor something?” There’s an undertone to his voice you can’t immediately put afinger on. It’s like the tension you feel in his body affects his voice, too.He’s got that look in his eyes, the one he has whenever he tries to bottle uphis emotions, whenever he wishes he could drown them with whiskey. You wrapyour arms around his middle. “No…? Why are you asking?”“No texts from you the whole day. Didn’t answer to my phone calls either. Thefuck am I supposed to think, kid?” Realisation dawns on you in a flash. Yourmouth forms an ‘o’ and your chest tightens. Robert doesn’t say it, but he doesn’tneed to. You guide his head to rest on your shoulder, brush your fingersthrough his hair. “My phone ran out of battery, I only noticed about an hourago. I’m sorry for worrying you.”“You didn’t,” he grumbles against your neck, but he doesn’t even try to makehimself sound convincing. If he knows you can feel the damp spot forming onyour shirt, he doesn’t say anything, and neither do you.

🍸 The knock on the door pulls you fromyour light slumber back into the world of wakefulness. You groan, but go toanswer it, after checking you’re presentable. Much to your surprise, it’sChris, Christian and Christie. “Hey guys,” you greet, confused. “Is something—“Chris wordlessly holds his phone, which Joseph got him a few months ago foremergencies, up and in your face. You take it and hold it to your ear. “Hello?”“Oh thank god, you’re alright.” Joseph sounds so worried, the last remnants ofsleep fall off of you in an instant. You try to get a word in, but he continuestalking. “I tried not to interpret too much into it, you know, but I couldn’thelp but worry, you’re never so silent throughout the day. Is everythingalright, dear?” You blink a few times. Christie meets your gaze with a shrug,as if to say she’s dumbstruck too but suggests you get used to it, now that you’rein a relationship with her father. It’s interesting how much a simple gesturecan convey. “Yeah, I am. Of course I am, Joe.” Your thoughts catch up with whathe said and you let out what would have been a curse, but manage to catchyourself just in time. Judging from Chris’ unimpressed look, he knows what you’dwanted to say. “I forgot to charge my phone! It ran out of battery.” Over thephone, Joseph laughs lightly. “I’m glad you’re okay and nothing’s the matter.But maybe remember to charge your phone next time? I had to bribe the kids withcookies to go over to your place.” They look smug about it too, the littlegremlins.

☕ Without your phone, you’re almost bored. Sure, you still have yourcomputer, TV and other things to do, but you’re so used to talking to Mat allday, you feel like an addict on withdrawal. You check the screen, but it stillreads 20% battery, as it did one minute ago. Sighing, you sprawl out on yourbed again and stare up at the ceiling. At least, Mat would be home in—“Y/N?!”You sit up just in time before the door is thrown open. Mat’s frantic gaze goesfrom the window, to the wardrobe and then the bed, before finally settling onyou. That moment, he deflates like an air mattress someone poked a hole into. “Babe,are you…” He puts down his bag, kicks off his shoes, then sits down on the bednext to you. You nudge him and tug on his arm until he lies down, his headcushioned on your chest. He turns on his side, his eyes, you figure out after afew moments, on your phone. “Battery?” He asks, his voice rough, tired. You nodand cup his face with your hand. “Why are you so… anxious?”“I can’t always answer the phone because of work, but you know I text you back.Today, no texts. Not even a phone call during my breaks. I tried not to worry,but…” He still did, you finish the sentence for him in your head. Cooingsoftly, you tighten your grip around his waist and lean down to kiss his head. “I’msorry.” He shakes his head. “Don’t be. You’re okay, that’s all that matters,babe. Give me a few to convince my anxiety of that.”

🌹 There’s a knock on the door, just one. You reluctantly drag yourself awayfrom the word scramble you’ve been working on the last hours and go to answerit. “Lucien?” The teen looks you over, one of his pierced eyebrows rising tonearly meet his shaved hair. “Your phone dead?” Confused, you only nod. Lucienscoffs. “Charge it.” With that, he turns around and walks off, hands in hispockets. You stay there for a few more minutes, trying to make sense of thatstrange encounter, before you turn and close the door again. Hours later, when it’s already dark outside, you head over to Damien’s placefor dinner. He meets you at the door with a smile and a kiss, then leads you tothe dining room. There’s no sight of Lucien, but that’s nothing too out of theordinary, given his moods. “Say,” you breach the comfortable silence betweenyou two, as Damien serves you his latest culinary masterpiece. “Do you know whyLucien showed up at my place a few hours ago, asking about my phone?” He triesto hide it behind his hair, but you see the rush of blood that colours hischeek red. “Damien?” The goth looks down, blushing deeper. “Yes, I… you mustunderstand, Y/N, I am so used to receiving messages throughout the day, thefact that none came today worried me greatly.”“You asked Lucien to check up on me?” His nod warms your heart. You stand upand lean over to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry for worrying you.” He makes adismissive gesture with his hand and returns the kiss. “I’m not mad, my dear.”A pause. “The dish in front of you was a favourite of the Victorian era—“

🎣 “Where are my three favourite people in theworld?” Brian’s booming voice echoes through the whole house. You chuckle whenyou hear the excited barking of Maxwell, followed by Daisy’s “But Maxwell is adog, not a person”. Sad to extract yourself from the embrace of the bed, youclimb on your feet and go out to join them. Your foot barely crossed the thresholdto the living room when Brian pulls you into his arms and into a bone-crushinghug. He loosens his grip when you wheeze, gasping for air, but doesn’t let go. “Well,what were you up to all day? I missed hearing from you!” It’s only thanks tothat question that you realise you haven’t seen your phone since last night. “Shiii…oot!”Brian lets you go and watches as you search the whole living room, thendisappear in the bedroom. You return with the phone in your hand and a sheepishsmile on your face. “It’s dead… huh, I could have sworn I charged it in thenight.”“I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner. Normally I can’t drag you away fromthat damn thing.” You elbow his side in exaggerated hurt, but that only causeshis grin to widen. “I don’t text and call you that often.” Brian laughs. “Y/N, you’re literally glued to it!”From behind you two, Daisy pipes up. “I think you mean figuratively, Dad. If hewas literally…” Brian sweeps Daisy into a hug and kisses her cheek. “I know,dear!” You watch with a fond smile as Daisy tries to wriggle out of her father’sgrip, laughing and trying to avoid his raspberries.

👟 Longingly, you stare at your phone, wishing itwould charge faster. Work had you so busy, you only noticed it’s empty when youtook a break and wanted to text your boyfriend. Only to find you couldn’t. Maybeyou should be concerned you’re obsessed with the thing, but you tell yourselfyou only use it to talk to Craig while he’s at work or training. The stars mustalign today or something, because just as you wonder whether he’d notice thelack of calls and texts, you hear the key being turned in the lock. The nextmoment, the door opens and Craig’s head peeks out from behind the doorframe. “Hey,bro!” He’s out of breath, looking like he came here straight from gym. “Bro,what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Craig shrugs and crossesthe distance between you two. The smell and taste of his sweat long stoppedbothering you, so you eagerly lean up into his kiss. “I wanted to check up onyou, so I quickly jogged here. The radio silence’s nothing like you. The onlytimes you didn’t text or call me during college were when both of us werehangover and sleeping in.” The memory makes you laugh. You kiss him again, thengesture towards your phone. “Battery’s dead.” Craig chuckles against your lipsbefore leaning back. He stretches, purposely flexing his muscles because heknows the sight never fails to take your breath away. “Glad to hear you’refine! I better go back to work. I’ll see you after!” One last kiss and he’s joggingback out of the door, which he closes behind him with his foot. You fondlyshake your head and get off the couch. You might as well play with River insteadof moping because of your phone.

📖 You’re used to Hugo not replying to your texts, so you think nothing ofthe silence as you go about your day. You throw a look at the clock mounted tothe wall and take the bowl of pasta, pouring out the water. Punctual to theminute, the front door is opened. A moment later, Hugo enters the kitchen andwraps his arms around you from behind. “I hope you’re hungry,” you throw overyour shoulder. “I made dinner.” He hums and rests his chin on your shoulder. “Ican see that. It smells divine.” Hugo kisses your jaw and squeezes your sidesbefore letting go again. “You do know I appreciate your texts, even if I can’treply to them, right?” You turn around, furrowing your brows in confusion. “Yes,of course. Why are you asking?” Hugo pushes his glasses up. “You didn’t writeanything all day. I sent you a text or two whenever I could, but you neverreplied.”“I sent you a text when I woke up,” you say, growing only more confused. “Did yourtexts go through? My phone’s been silent. Here, I’ll show you.” You fish it outof your pocket and press a button. Nothing happens. You press it again, andagain, but the screen stays black. “I don’t under-“ Your eyes widen. “Oh shit,it must have run out of battery! I didn’t notice.” Hugo raises his eyebrow; youcan tell he’s trying not to laugh. “I never got that good morning text you allegedlysent me.” You go through your memories. You could have sworn you texted him,but now, you’re not so sure anymore. Hugo kisses your cheek, which had gone redwhen you realised you only imagined you texted him. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N.”He wraps an arm around your middle. “Tell me, what did you cook?”

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How would you think the dads would react if dadsona unconsciously seduces them?

Imagine how the dads would react to dadsona (in public or not or both) seducing them unconsciously?

This prompt obviously deals with NSFW-ish themes, but no actual sex takes place. Now that that’s out of the way, enjoy!

🥃 “Stop whining, it’s only asmall cut.” You glare at him, but Robert doesn’t see your expression. He’scompletely focused on the piece of wood in his hands, which, in the last houror so, has begun looking less like a random blob and more like a four-leggedanimal. It would take some time longer for Robert to finish whatever he isworking on, but you’re in no hurry. You very much enjoy spending time with himup the cliff, where you can overlook all of Maple Bay and relish in thecomfortable silence between you two. Ever since you started, your whittling hadbecome better, but you were still far less skilled than Robert and a lot moreaccident-prone. After checking your finger is splinter-free, you stick it into yourmouth and suck on it. The cut isn’t even deep enough to have drawn blood, butit still hurts and the childish gesture makes it a little bit better. Also, you’rea drama queen, so you exaggerate your injury shamelessly. With your free hand,you play with the stick you’ve been working on ever since you drove up here. It’snice and thick and you’re half-tempted to form it into a dick, but you probablylack the skill even for that. A large, calloused hand suddenly wraps itselfaround your wrist. Robert pulls you close to him, right into his lap, then tugsyour finger out of your mouth. “Little tease,” he growls. The next moment, hepresses his lips on yours and grinds against you.

🍸 You’re no expert on religion and churchadministration, but you’re pretty sure having a bake sale every other week isnot normal. Not that you mind helping Joseph out, but it confuses you a little,just how often he asks whether you want to help him bake cookies, brownies orcakes. You suspect he just uses it as an excuse to see you, but you neverconfront him with your suspicions. Why question your free-cookies-and-kissesluck? You’re over at his house, again, and this time, you’re making browniesagain, following the instructions on the box for once. Doesn’t mean the kitchenisn’t still a mess, though. “I think there’s more chocolate sauce on my facethan on the brownies.” Joseph looks up from where he is pouring the batter intothe moulds and chuckles. There’s flour all over his apron and also some in hishair, which you think he hasn’t noticed yet. “You’ve got some right here.” Hetaps his chin and you reach up to your own, wiping the chocolate off with yourfinger. Which you promptly lap on, licking off the sauce without any secondthoughts. Joseph makes a choked-off noise at the back of his throat, causingyou to look up in surprise. His face is beet red and his eyes nearly black withhis pupils blown in… You blush and wipe your hand off your apron. Suddenly, yourback is pressed back against the counter and Joseph leans in to kiss youhungrily.

☕ The Coffee Spoon closed half an hour ago and it’s just the two ofyou, since Pablo didn’t work today and you decided to help Mat clean up. You’renearly done – you wiped all the tables, put up the chairs, emptied the displaycase without eating all of the remaining cupcakes all at once and the ingredientsare back in the cabinets. Mat just needs to finish counting the money and thetableware, then you’re good to go. For entertainment, he put on music over thespeaker. While you do not recognise the band that’s currently playing, the songis catchy and before you know it, you find yourself moving along to the beat, startingout small but getting larger as the song picked up speed. At some point, youmove your arms along, too, starting to dance, hips swaying from side to side,hands above your head. You’re so lost in the rhythm and the singer’s voice, youdon’t notice Mat return from the back. He leans against the wall with a smileon his face, just watching you dance carelessly and free until the next songstarts playing. You’re in the zone, so to say, so you just continue dancing. Atthe feeling of hands on your hips, you still, but Mat moving along to the musicbehind you encourages you to continue. Eventually, you turn around and wrapyour arms around his neck, pressing close to him. Neither of you cares much fordancing when he kisses you and slips his hands under your shirt.

🌹 Lucien runs off to greet a friend, leaving youand Damien alone in front of the ice cream parlour in the mall. In an attemptto help you with your empty nest syndrome, Damien had invited you along totheir trip and you’d readily agreed, since spending time with your boyfriendand his son was a lot better than moping in Amanda’s empty room. “Would youcare for some ice cream, dear?” You nod eagerly, making Damien chuckle. Heorders some for both of you and once you hold your three scoops of frozengreatness, you sit down on a bench waiting for Lucien to return. “Did they haveice cream in the Victorian age already?” Damien’s eyes light up, as they alwaysdo whenever someone asks him about his favourite topic. “They did, yes. Ofcourse, they didn’t have machines like we do, now, and the production was verytime-consuming.” Listening to him, you start to eat, happily lapping at yourice cream. Your free hand comes to rest on his thigh and without noticing it,you begin drawing little patterns into the fabric of his trousers. “TheVictorians enjoyed a wide range of flavours and were more imaginative withtheir ingredients than we are…” Damien falters, his eyes darting between yourtongue to the hand on your thigh. He clears his throat, blushing. “F-forexample cucumber ice cream. They… t-they would… erm… collect i-ice from—Y/N,could you please…” He gestures and the colour of his face comes to match thatof his ice cream. You pause. “Oh, of course. I’m sorry.” Damien shakes his headand covers your hand with his own. “I won’t object to it at home, dear, justnot here…”

🎣 You smile triumphantly as the operator hands you your price – an enormous lollipop.Next to you, Brian rolls his eyes and nudges your side hard enough to make youstumble, but not to actually make you fall. “That’s three against one,” yousmugly say before popping the lollipop into your mouth. “We only just started.”You just grin and take his hand to lead him to the next game. For the anniversaryof the day you admitted your feelings to each other, you two decided to visitthe carnival. Though you no longer believe he’s trying to one-up you everychance he gets, you two still compete against each other, this time a breakfastin bed being the reward for whoever got the most wins after all of the games.Amanda is going to love the stuffed panda you won for her. Hollowing out yourcheeks, you suck on the lollipop, trying to figure out what flavour it is. Theinitial taste was cherry, but now it tastes of lemon and you’re confused. Youhum, popping it out of your mouth for a moment to speak. “Which one’s next?”You lick the lollipop to get rid of the fine line of spit that connects it toyour lips and suck it back into your mouth. When Brian doesn’t reply after afew moments, you turn your head, about to ask him what’s wrong. He stops youfrom taking out the lollipop again, face red. “C-could you… stop doing that?” Youcock your head, confused, until you suddenly realise what you’ve been doing.You blush and nod. Brian lets out a sigh of relief, then leans in to whisperinto your ear. “Later, Y/N.”

👟 “I’m dying.” Craig throws an amused look over his shoulder at you, butdoesn’t slow down. You groan. “Bro, I’m literally dying.”“For a dying person you sure complain a lot, bro.” If you didn’t need it onceyou reach the top of the hill, you would have thrown your water bottle at him,but there’s no way you’d waste the water in temperatures like these.Temperatures that would make any sane person stay inside where there was airconditioning and where the sun didn’t shine on you relentlessly. The marinaraincident should have shown you Craig was anything but sane, but still, youagreed to go jogging with him today. “See, you survived.” You would argue youdidn’t, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath. Craig’s only sweatinga little, unlike you, whose shirt sticks uncomfortably to your back. Youunscrew your bottle and drink half the water in one go, but then decide youreally need to cool down, so you pour the rest over your head, sighing inrelief. Your shirt might be soaked and, since it was a bright fabric,see-through now, but you’d take that over being too hot anytime. The strongfeeling of being watched makes you look up and you meet Craig’s eyes. He’sstaring at you, mouth hanging open a little. When he notices you seeing it, he looksaway. “You okay, bro?” He rubs the back of his head, blushing. “Yeah, justenjoying the view.” You turn around to see what is behind you, but it’s nothingbut trees, he can’t mean that. His pointed look down at your torso, however, isall you need to realise what he means. You throw the empty water bottle at himand laugh.

📖 With a groan you throw your legs over the sideof the bed and get up. One of the biggest downsides to dating a teacher, youdiscovered early on, is the alarm going off far earlier than you’re used to.Hugo’s already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast; the smell is heavenly andoffers a very convincing argument as to why you should go and join Hugodownstairs. You blindly take the first shirt you find on the floor and getdressed. It’s only when you’re passing the mirror that you notice it’s one ofHugo’s, but you figure he won’t care and leave it on. “Morning,” you greet himwith a yawn and kiss the back of his neck in passing. The oven is on and sincethe enticing smells come from it, you bend down to take a look inside. It lookslike a breakfast pie and its cheesy glory nearly draws a groan out from insideof you. A hand brushes over your behind. You straighten up and turn around tofind Hugo smirk at you with dark eyes. “You’re wearing one of my shirts.”“Well, duh.” You snicker at his unimpressed expression. Hugo wraps an armaround your waist and pulls you against his chest. “With the exception of yourunderwear, you’re only wearing one ofmy shirts. And then you bend over like that…” Your lips form a surprised ‘oh’and you blush lightly. “Sorry?” Hugo chuckles and steals a quick kiss. Youfigure nothing more will happen since he’ll have to leave soon, but hesurprises you by lifting you into his arms. He carries you towards the nearestroom with a lock at its door and grins. “We’ll make it quick.”

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Dads react to Tiger Shapeshifter dadsona :0? (Love ME some giant cats )

I love, love, love shapeshifter AUs. Next to Omegaverse, they’re my favourite, so writing this was a lot of fun! They all ended up a bit longer than usual. Mat’s scene was inspired (and based on) @daddy-hotline‘s robbery ask, but no one gets shot here. No bears were seriously injured writing this. - Mod Mare

🥃 “This is a stupid idea,” you say, for the umpteenthtime. By now, you don’t expect a reply anymore and simply voice your protest sowhoever’s in charge up there can note your unwillingness for this endeavour.But you can’t leave Robert on his own, in the middle of the night, followinglarge paw prints leading deeper and deeper into the forest, either. You lowerthe phone on the ground so Robert can see where he’s going, paying closeattention to your surroundings. Even in your human form, your hearing is athousand times better than his, so when the sound of wood breaking comes fromsomewhere close by, you hear it, even if Robert doesn’t. “Stop! Robert, stop!“ Robertthrows a glance over his shoulder, but doesn’t stop. “What, you got spooked bya squirrel?” Again, there’s a sound, loud enough for Robert to hear it too. Hefreezes; you see his grip on his knife tightening, knuckles white. “Stay behindm—“ A deafening roar, then, a large brown bear breaks through the thicket. It’sstanding on its hind legs, sending drool flying everywhere. Robert stumblesbackwards and lifts his knife-holding hand. “Y/N, whatever you do, don’t try torun. Back away slowly. I’ll cover your exit.”“The hell you will.” Without second thought, you shift, clothes be damned. Musclesstretch and bones break in a matter of seconds. Letting out a loud roar, youpush past Robert. Pale as chalk, he moves out of the way and stares as a tiger lunges at the bear and buries itsteeth deep in the animal’s neck. The bear roars in pain. You let go, growl, andthe bear runs off. Behind you, Robert says, “Holy shit”. You turn around tofind him approaching you cautiously. He puts the knife away and reaches out.There is no fear in his eyes, only fascination as he puts a hand on your noseand runs his fingers up between your eyes up to your ears. “I found a cryptid.”

🍸 ‘Stopwriggling’, you try to convey, but unsurprisingly, Joseph doesn’tunderstand. He’s far too busy doing just that – wriggling, or rather, strugglingto free himself from the tiger that got its teeth buried in his shirt, eventhough said tiger is doing its darndest to make sure he doesn’t drown. You’restill unsure just how it happened, but on a trip with Joseph’s yacht, thecaptain somehow managed to go over the railing and fall into the water. Hisbody weight plus his wet clothes would have rendered any attempt to pull him upuseless so you did the first thing you could think of: You shifted and jumpedin after him. With a lot of clambering and scratching the coating, you manageto heave Joseph back on board. He scrambles away from you immediately, holdingup his hands. “Good tiger… good kitty… don’t eat me please…” Joseph scans thedeck, probably for something to protect himself with. “Y/N? Y/N! Where areyou?!” You wave and give a tiger grin. He stares at you, looking very much likehe was about to faint; he’s soaking wet and trembling badly. You try to thinkof what to do next, how to show him you’re no threat, but your thoughts are cutshort when your nose starts tickling. A second later, you sneeze, a full-bodyshudder going through you. Joseph stares. You look away, doing the tigerequivalent of a human pout. Suddenly, Joseph starts to laugh. “It’s… it’s you,”he breathes out in surprise. “But… how? How is that possible? It’s you… only hairier.”With an indignant huff, you turn your back to him. When Joseph somehow managesto find that spot behind your ear on hisfirst try, a pleased noise escapes your mouth, despite your intention to sulk. “Don’tsulk, Y/N,” he chuckles. “Thank you for saving me… could you… um, turn backagain? I… we really need to talk. About. Well, that. I have so many questions—”

☕ It’s a lazy morning at the Coffee Spoon, just Mat and you, seeking acaffeine boost before your run with Craig. Things come crashing down withinseconds. The jingle of bells alerts you to the arrival of a customer. Mat ishalfway through his greeting when the man suddenly pulls out a gun, shoutingdemands. You’re frozen in shock and can only watch as Mat quickly empties what moneyhe brought for change into the bag; as the robber takes in his measly gains andstarts shouting, waving around his gun. It all happens so fast. You shiftmid-jump, knock into the robber and send him flying on the ground. A shot ringsthrough the air as the gun flies out of the robber’s hand. The bullet shattersthe display case, but thankfully doesn’t hit anyone. You roar in the robber’sface and press your massive paw on his chest, press down until you hear thefaint cracking sound of bones about to break. He’s sobbing, begging for mercy,but that falls on deaf ears. The only reason you don’t tear his throat out isMat; Mat, who’s cowering behind the counter, breathing too fast and shallow.Without second thought you let go of the robber, who is too shocked to move,and shift back. “In and out, Mat, in and out. Just do as I do. Here,” you presshis hand on your chest, “follow my lead. In and out. That’s it, baby, that’sit, you’re doing great.” Once his breathing slows down again, you call thepolice, who arrive within minutes. By then, you’re dressed in some of Mat’sspare clothes and hid the evidence, so the robber’s rambles about a tiger onlymake the officers think he’s high or insane. They take your statements, neitheryou nor Mat mention the tiger, and that’s it. You’re alone again. You don’tknow where to begin, what to say, but Mat beats you to it. His strong arms wraparound you and he buries his face in your chest, sobbing. You return hisembrace and sink down on the ground, pulling him into your lap.

🌹 Damien is at work, won’t be back untilseven, and since Lucien is staying over at a friend’s place, you have the manorall to yourself. It’s been a while since youlast transformed, but it’s still second nature to you. You welcome the ache of musclesas they shift, embrace the widening of your jaw, the sprouting of striped furfrom your skin, and once your two limbs become four, you stretch. Not wantingto get any fur on the (probably very expensive) furniture, you head outsideinto Damien’s garden, which is a lot more interesting anyway. So many smells!You stay on the path, careful not to damage any of the flowers, but entertainyourself by chasing butterflies, scratching on a tree and napping in thesetting sun. Your slumber comes to an abrupt end when someone screams. Confused,you startle awake and whip around. Damien is standing there staring at you, stilldressed in his work clothes. Has it gotten so late already? You stretch andyawn, drawing another scream from your boyfriend. He’s still as a statue, not amuscle twitching, even as sweat forms above his brows. “Good tiger, you won’thurt me, right? You wouldn’t like human meat, it’s nasty. Good tiger. Just…stay right where you are.” He takes a tentative step backwards towards the door.When you don’t attack, he takes another, then another. Slowly, as to notstartle him, you sit up and walk up to him. Damien freezes. You sit down infront of him and reach up to poke him with a paw. His heart beats rapidly inhis chest as you bump your head against it. You tilt your head and chuff, theclosest thing you can make to a purr. Damien looks down into your eyes; you cansee the exact moment he realises. “Y/N?” You chuff and bump him again. Hestumbles with a surprised gasp and puts a hand on your head to steady himself.When he, after a few moments of hesitation, starts petting you, you make adelighted noise and close your eyes. Damien chuckles and scratches harder.

🎣 There’s a loud crashing noise, followed by ashout. It takes a few seconds for your brain to register that the shout camefrom Brian, but then you jump on your feet and run out into the backyard. Thesight that presents itself to you causes your blood to run cold. The projectBrian has been working on the last days lies broken, heavy panels of wood andstone piled in a heap of debris under which Brian is buried. You can only seehis legs sticking out, the rest is hidden. “Brian!” You hurry over and try topull off the pieces lying on top, but they’re too heavy for you to lift. Atleast you know he isn’t dead, as you can hear him call for you from underneaththe heap. He’s probably asking you to call an ambulance, but that would taketoo long, something in the pile could shift and send everything crashing down,he might be crushed… You make your decision within seconds. “Hang on, Brian! I’mgetting you out of there!” You efficiently strip down and throw your clothesaside. It’s been a while since you last transformed, but it’s still secondnature to you. With the strength of a tiger, removing one piece of wood orstone after the other. At the sight of a tiger pushing off the wood on top ofhim, Brian screams. You put one of your paws on his face to shut him up. Onceyou’re done and Brian is free again, you take a few steps back. Brian sits upand takes one of the smaller panels to use it as a weapon. “S-stay back! Y/N!Y/N! Where are you? Y-you f-fucking t-tiger if you h-hurt him—“ Before he canwork himself into a frenzy, you shift back. Brian’s mouth drops open. He looksfrom your clothes back to you, then at the debris, growing paler by the second.You open your mouth to explain, but Brian faints before you can.

👟 You’re not a werewolf, so there were no awkwardconversations with Craig during college about why you disappear once a month, nostumbling into the dorm naked (not that that would have been out of theordinary). He doesn’t know, but you feel like he should. A few days ago, heasked you to move in with him and you said there’s something you have to tellhim first, so you wait until the girls are at Smashley’s place before you sit downtogether to talk. “What do you need to tell me, bro?” You look down to where he’sholding your hands in his and nervously wet your lips. There’s no easy way tolet the cat out of the bag. “Showing you might be the best.” He follows youwith his gaze as you stand up and strip. “Bro, I’ve seen you naked before, whatare you up to?”“You’ll see. Just… Craig, please don’t be scared.” Before he can talk andweaken your resolve with promises he might not be able to keep, you shift. Onemoment, there stood a man; now, there’s a tiger in Craig’s living room. Hescreams out in surprise and scrambles over the backrest of the couch to put itbetween you. “Holy shit. Holy shit,am I dreaming? Is this a prank?” Moving as slowly as you physically can, youround the couch and walk up to him. Craig flinches away from you, his eyesdarting to the door, but he doesn’t run away even as you continue approachinghim. You lie on the ground in front of him, belly up, and chuff. After standingstill for several minutes, Craig gets on his knees and reaches out. As much asyou want to, you don’t give into the instinct to catch his hand between yourpaws; you hold perfectly still, let him pet you and run his fingers over yourbelly. “My bro is a tiger. Here, kitty, kitty— Ouch!” He sucks on his finger,where you lightly scratched him. “I deserved that.” You chuff in agreement.

📖 Another sneeze courses through Hugo’s body. Wordlessly, you offer him anew tissue. “Are you sure you didn’t touch any cats?” Hugo asks, then sneezesagain. You came home from a short trip to the forest where you shifted to getrid of some pent-up energy and within half an hour, Hugo was reduced to asniffling mess. You’ve only seen his allergies act up once, when Damien forgotto switch clothes, and that gave him breathing problems, so this is a muchmilder, but still annoying reaction. Some of your fur must have gotten on yourclothes when you shifted. “I’m sure, Hugo. I didn’t touch any cats.” That’s thetruth, but you still feel bad. He can tell you’re withholding information, buthe’s a teacher, he knows better methods than to ask. Instead, Hugo snifflespathetically and sinks down into the couch, looking so sick and miserable, it hurts.You manage five more minutes, then you crack. “Okay. I can’t do this. There’ssomething you should know.” He has the decency not to look smug and simplyraises an eyebrow as you climb off the couch and come to stand in front of him.“I’m going to have to show you.” You don’t bother stripping, but simply shift.Hugo drops his tissue and stares. To make yourself smaller and lessintimidating, you curl up and rest your head on your front paws. Hugo sneezesagain and lifts a hand to his forehead. “Can’t be fever-induced…” Carefully, henudges you with his foot. You grumble and scoot a few inches to the side, outof reach. “It’s impossible… There’s no way… there would be records ofsomething like that. But you’re here, you…” He makes a gesture you assume meanstransformed, then sneezes again. Fromthe back of your throat a whine sounds. It’s your luck your boyfriend isallergic to cats and while tigers are only distantly related, your fur stillaffects him. You shift back and uncurl, stretching your naked legs from you. “Ihave so many questions,” Hugo says. This time, the sparkle in his eyes doesn’tcome from the allergy.

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I don't know if your still willing to do Omegaverse stuff but like the thought of dadsona being super into random hugs and hand holding before they get together, because dadsona just is a really affectionate guy, just gets me through the day

I’m more than willing to do Omegaverse. In fact, give me more of my favourite AU! - Mod Mare

🥃 Robert and touch have an… interestingrelationship. On the one hand, he gets very touchy-feely when he’s completelyplastered; you can’t remember a time he hasn’t wrapped his arm around you in aone-sided hug when you were at Jim and Kim’s drinking. On the other hand, whenhe’s sober, he shies away from touch as if it’s poisonous. It takes you a very longtime, but eventually, you figure it out: He doesn’t think he deservesaffection. The realisation alone makes you want to weep. You’re almost 100%sure he doesn’t remember the conversation where he practically admitted to howhe feels or else he would have reacted differently when you first hug him whenneither of you is drunk. He is out with his dog, looking hangover and tired andvery much in need of a long hug, so that’s what you do. In your arms, Robertfreezes. His hands hover awkwardly in the air, his fingers twitching as if he’storn between touching and not touching, and he’s gone completely tense. Yournose might not be as good as an Alpha’s, but even you can smell the distressand confusion under the layers of cologne, whiskey, leather and cigarettes thatalways cling to his body. You don’t say anything, but also don’t move,determined to have him hug you back. Eventually, after a few minutes, he does.From then on, whenever you see him, no matter what you were doing before, youdrop everything and hug him. Normally, your affection is instinctual,automatic, but with Robert, you make a conscious effort. And, after weeks ofdoing this, Robert finally allows himself to relax into the touch. At onepoint, you could swear you heard him cry into your hair.

🍸 In Joseph you had found someone just as tactile as you. His displays ofaffection are subtler than yours, but they’re there all the same. With you, itseems, he gets to be as touchy as he wants to be. Whenever you’re around, hehas a hand on the small of your back, on your shoulder or wrapped around yourwrist. His hugs are the second best, outranked only by Brian’s. To some extent,his body language stands in harsh contrast to his words and actions. You’vemostly been around just him, but whenever Mary is there, too, things are…tense. Joseph always makes sure to touch her more than you, but Mary doesn’tseem to like it, always moving out of his reach or glaring until he drops hishand. When he touches you, the moment he notices what he’s doing, he draws awayagain. The situation is awkward, so you retreat, keeping your hugs with Josephshort and staying as far away from Mary as possible with you being neighbours. Omegasaren’t the slaves of instincts traditionalists make them out to be, but thetension makes you feel physically sick, as if there’s a crack in your pack that’ssteadily growing and you don’t do your job keeping everyone together and happy.Wandering along the bay, you’re surprised to see Joseph in the distance,staring out at the sea. Frowning, you approach him. You’re not an empath, buteven to you it feels like the misery is pouring out of him like fog. Withoutthinking you move faster until you’re standing next to him. You put your handon his shoulder, but he pulls you into his arms, all but clinging to you. If heknows you notice him tremble, he doesn’t mention it and neither do you.

☕ “Hey, Mat!” The barista in question looks up from his till at the soundof your voice and waves with a big smile on his face. “Hey, Carmensita!” Youbend down to hug her, unconsciously rubbing your cheek against hers, nearlypurring, before getting up to do the same with her father. From the way younearly leap across the counter, one could have thought you haven’t seen eachother in ages, even though you’d only been here yesterday. When you release Matagain, his face is beet red. You wonder whether he is ever going to get used toyour tactility. Dropping your arms, you take a hold of his hands and lace yourfingers. “How are things going?” Mat peels his gaze away from your joinedhands, blush deepening. “G-good. It’s a quiet day, but the home-going trafficwill be soon, so I’m getting ready for the rush of people.” You look around. “Isn’tPablo in today?” Mat shakes his head. “His band plays a few towns overtomorrow, they’re preparing…” Mat pauses as you lean in to rest your head onhis shoulder comfortably. From somewhere behind you, you hear a childishgiggle. “…preparing for the gig. I gave him the next three days off.” You lookup again. Your faces are only inches apart. “Do you need any help? I can’t makefancy drinks but I know how to use a till.” He shakes his head. “No need, butthank you for the offer.” Reaching up, you squeeze his shoulders, then lean infor another hug. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where I am. I’llleave you to it! See you!” Mat’s face is even redder than before when you letgo and round the counter again.

🌹 Next to Robert, of all the dads in the neighbourhood Damien is takenoff-guard by your random hugs the most. Unlike you, he’s not much of a touchyperson, which you believe can be traced back to Victorian etiquette. The thirdtime he makes a hasty retreat after you hug him, you decide to tone it back forhis sake, as much as it physically and mentally hurts you. You do not touch himunless he’s the one instigating it; no hugs, no holding hands, no bumpingsides. A week of this and you’re already feeling sick. You try making up for itby hugging the others more, but there’s a Damien-shaped hole in your chest(larger than it ought to be, but if there’s one thing you’re good at it’s notacknowledging your feelings). You’re moping about, taking a walk through MapleBay, when out of nowhere, a hand grips you and pulls you aside. You yelp. Mary givesyou a look that makes you tense right again; she looks pissed. “I don’t knowwhy you treat Damien differently than the others, but if you don’t give me agood reason in the next ten seconds, I’ll kick you.” You hope no one else walksby or they’d smell your distress against the wind. You gulp and take a step back,but Mary’s having none of it and crowds you again. “I thought he didn’t want meto. He always ran away when I did.” Mary blinks, then shakes her head andreleases you. “Idiots, the lot of you. Go hug him. He’s moping.”The next time you see Damien, you make sure to hug him long and hard. Heblushes, red like a tomato, but also doesn’t flee. He returns the embrace,holding you close.

🎣 Pun intended, Brian takes to your love fortouching people like a fish to the water. His hugs, you decide early on, arethe best thing ever, which bothers you at first – another thing he’s better atthan you – but you quickly come to terms with it, if only to properly enjoy theglory that were his strong arms wrapped around you. What Brian seems to notlike at all, though, is that you extend your affections to everyone. Wheneveryou hug someone he pulls you back into his arms and touches all the skin thatcame in contact with the other person. It’s the same this time, after youhugged Joseph saying hello, but this time, he growls. It’s quiet, but Joseph hears and automatically takes a stepback. That’s the last straw for you. Excusing yourself, you pull Brian along toa quiet corner of the garden. Before he can get a word in, you push your indexfinger in his face. “Brian, what the hell? You growled at Joseph. You don’tgrowl at people. What’s going on? Every time I touch someone, you act reallyweird. Is that your way of telling me everyone has lice? I don’t get it.”Brian blushes. You do a double-take. Brian blushed.“Ah, Y/N… I can’t help it, I’m sorry. I’ll try to control myself, I promise.”You search his face for any signs of him lying, but he looks sincere, so younod. “Good. Now we go apologise to Joseph.” He opens his mouth to protest, butyou ignore him. You take his hand again and tug him along behind you.

👟 Craig is already used to you being a very, very,very tactile person, so he acceptedthe hugs without the bat of an eyelid. Memories of your college days, when youwere often so drunk you hugged everyone at parties, ring in your head. Youremember how Craig usually had to pry you off people after thesocially-acceptable time span for an introductory hug was over and howsometimes, after you had gone around hugging everyone, he would throw an armover your shoulder and keep you at his side, no matter what. That didn’t changewhen he met Smashley, not even when you started dating Alex; it only lessened.His behaviour, back then hadn’t made much sense to you, but now, in Maple Bay…It made even less sense. “Bro!” You jog up to him and jump into his arms for ahug. Craig, as always, catches you and laughs. “Hey, bro!” You bury your facein his neck and wrap your legs around his stomach. The scent of Alpha does funny things to your belly;with other people, you tend to acknowledge their status, but the reminder ofCraig’s always leaves you blushing. Craig’s arms tighten around you and heholds you for as long as you want, so you take your time soaking up thephysical affection. Then, you pat his back and he slowly releases you. Anexpression of reluctance flashesacross his face, but is quickly replaced by a beaming smile. “Ready for ourwalk, bro?” Instead of answering, you take Craig’s hand and tug on his arm. Theaction makes him blush lightly. Under your questioning gaze, Craig rubs theback of his head, blush darkening even more. “L-let’s go, bro!”

📖 Keeping a professional distance from Hugo is torture, but he’s Amanda’steacher and you doubt she’d appreciate you extending your lack of personalbubble to him. In fact, you doubt Hugo would appreciate it either. Sothroughout your first meetings, you focus far more on not touching him thanactually paying attention to what was being said. Ah, well, couldn’t have been thatimportant. Trivia Night, however, the atmosphere is so different, you wonderwhether this still classifies as a friendly get-together or if it was a date.The thought alone makes you blush. “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up from thecheese platter between you and give Hugo a – hopefully – reassuring smile. “Ofcourse. I was only lost in thoughts.” He still looks at you quizzically, so,without thinking, you reach out to squeeze his hand. “Really, Hugo, don’tworry.” Hugo pushes up his glasses again and averts his gaze, and there’s a redshine to his cheeks now. After a few more seconds, you release his hand again.After dinner, you two walk home. It’s cold, compared to the inside, and youdidn’t bring a jacket. Unconsciously, you drift closer to Hugo until you’repressed against him. This time he doesn’t comment, but merely wraps an armaround your shoulders hesitantly, allowing you to nestle under it and into hisside. He doesn’t let go as he shows you his wrestling den, nor do you drawaway, despite not being cold anymore. The opposite is the case. “Thanks forshowing me your wrestling stuff,” you say before wrapping your arms around himin a hug. He freezes, but then embraces you too and pulls you close. Where yourcheek is pressed against his neck, you feel him blush.

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Hi there! You probs have a bajillion prompts, and thanks so much for working so hard on all of them! When ya get the time, how about what it would be like showering with all of the dads? ;) Thanks~

Thank you so much for your prompt! Please beware that some of the scenes hint at sexual acts, but nothing actually NSFW happens. Also, Damien’s scene deals with body image and gender dysphoria, but again, it is only hinted at. Please enjoy!

🥃 There’s dirt and mud in placesit most certainly doesn’t belong. You pluck a branch out of Robert’s hair andthrow it aside. The two of you had been out hunting the Dover Ghost in thewoods, when your foot suddenly didn’t meet solid ground but air, and youtumbled down a small slide into the thicket. You’re not sure how Robert fell,but he accused you of pulling him down with you, which sounds about right butyou’ve learnt not to trust Robert’s words without solid proof. Now you’re bothcovered in dirt and in desperate need of a shower. He parks his truck in frontof his house and immediately makes a beeline for the front door. You hesitateand turn to walk to your own home, but Robert takes your hand and tugs youalong, and that’s that. Robert cocks his head and raises his eyebrow and younod your consent. After kicking open the door and shrugging off his jacket,Robert pushes you into the shower. Without a warning, he turns on the water. “Fuck!”You jerk away from the cold water and glare. “Payback,” Robert says with aferal grin. “That’s my favourite shirt, you dick.” Robert hums, clearly not giving a fuck,and pulls down the zipper of your jeans. “It’s ruined anyway. Stop crying aboutit. I’ll buy you a new one.” He gets to his knees and you decide there are moreimportant things than your shirt right now.

🍸 The moment Joseph slips through the gapbetween the door and the frame, you throw it closed. Just in time; a secondlater and Christian and Christie would have got you. You sink down against thedoor and look up. The moment Joseph’s eyes meet your own, you’re laughing sohard, you press a hand to your side where it’s starting to hurt. Both of youare covered in batter, sprinkles and chocolate sauce. There even was some flourand butter on Joseph’s chin. Would you step closer, you could probably see thetwins’ fingerprints. “We need a shower,” Joseph declares once he calms downenough to speak. Still giggling, you nod and start to get undressed, but Josephstops you. He pulls you close against him and reaches down to wipe some batterof your face. He sucks his finger into his mouth, making your breath hitch inyour throat. Joseph winks and you decide to take revenge; you lean in and lickalong his neck following a trail of sauce. The next moment, Joseph has youpressed against the wall and his tongue invades your mouth. You groan into thekiss and wrap your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. Somehow, hemanages to get you two into the shower and to turn on the water. Your clothesget soaked, but you don’t care, not when Joseph reaches for your belt and getsto undressing you.

☕ You sniff on the bottle of shampoo in Mat’s shower and laugh. “Babe,you work at a coffee shop, why would you use vanilla-scented shampoo?” Matchuckles and shrugs, then takes off his shirt and haphazardly throws it asideonto the pile of your clothes. “I like the smell.”“Never would have guessed. I have no idea how you do it. If I had to smellcoffee all day, I would never drink any ever again.” Even after the concert,where some drunks had bumped into you and covered you in beer, Mat still smellslike baked goods and coffee beans. By now, you’re half-convinced those smellshad become part of his body odour and he’d never get rid of it. Mat stepscloser and gently crowds you against the shower wall; you bury your face in hisneck and inhale, just to wrinkle your nose in distaste. “You reek of beer.” Matsnorts and turns on the water. “Pot meets kettle, baby. You don’t smell anybetter yourself.” You hear him uncap the shampoo bottle before he starts tomassage the liquid into your hair, occasionally scratching your scalp. “Hey,know what, babe?” Mat pauses and you lean back to look up at him. “What, Y/N?”“Now I’ll smell like you.” He fondly rolls his eyes and pinches your side. Witha noise of protest, you try to move out of his grasp, but he tightens his armsaround you and starts to tickle you.

🌹 After a hard day of gardening work, you’recovered in sweat and dirt, and you can practically hear the shower call yourname. You pull your dirty shirt over your head and aim for the washing basket,missing it by a good mile. Damien chuckles and bends down to retrieve it. “Thereare towels in the cabinet there. Feel free to use my shampoo, dear, and—““You know, if you wanted we could…” You make a gesture and blush. “Share.Shower together. You know?” Damien’s eyes go wide. He blushes and averts hiseyes. “Oh. I wouldn’t want to intrude, showers are a very private and intimatething. Besides, the cabin is barely wide enough for the two of us to fit insidethe cabin and—“ You reach out to take his hand and squeeze it, whichimmediately shuts him up. “Damien,” you softly say. “It was just a suggestion.If you don’t want to, just say so, I won’t be angry or disappointed.” He lacesyour fingers together, his blush deepening. “It’s not…” Damien takes a deepbreath. “I’d love to. But…” He gestures down his body and understanding dawnson you. You pull him close and wrap your arms around his waist. “Dear, Iunderstand. If it makes you feel better, I’ll stand behind you?” He thinksabout it, then nods. You turn around as he undresses and wait until he givesyou the ‘go’ before you join him. You wrap your arms around his waist frombehind and nuzzle his nape. When it becomes time to wash yourself, Damiensurprises you by turning around and taking the soap from your hands.

🎣 “Like it?” You can only nod numbly, still rendered speechless by thesight in front of you. You should have known a constructor like him wouldn’tleave the bathroom as it was when he moved in. The shower isn’t as much a cabinas it is a room in itself, complete with a bench-like construction that wouldallow you to lie comfortably while the water ran down your body. You’re itchingto try it out and tell Brian as much. He laughs and motions you forward. “Goahead, Y/N. There are even different shower heads. One of them feels like a hottub massage.” You nearly groan. A massage is just what you need, your dad bodisn’t getting any younger. You start stripping, aware of Brian’s eyes watchingyour every move. “Hey, Y/N?” You hum to show you’re listening. “Would you mindme joining you?” He sounds unsure, even though there’s no reason to. Tore-assure him, you tiptoe and kiss his cheek, giving him a bright smile. “Ofcourse, Brian! I really want to try out that massage spray while cuddling mybig bear boyfriend.” Brian chuckles and strips, too. You lie down on the benchand wait for him to join you, which Brian does after turning on the water. Hepulls you into his arms and trails kisses down your jaw.

👟 You sink against the tiled wall of the shower cabin with a groan. Yourwhole body hurts; hell, you can even feel muscles you didn’t know existed untilnow and your first meeting with those parts of your body isn’t all thatpositive. “Was that last suicide sprint really necessary?” Craig throws hisshirt into the washing basket, showing off his muscled chest and his abs, whichare glistening with sweat. You try not to stare, but that battle was lostbefore it even began. Bastard fully knows the effect he has on you, too, andpurposely stretches his arms over his head, making his muscles flex. You gulp.While your legs still are pudding and you’re pretty sure they will give insoon, the rest of your body seems to have forgotten how much pain you were injust a second ago. “Bro, it wasn’t that bad. And you did it!” Craig steps intothe cabin with you and slides it shut behind him. The shower is a lot biggerthan the one at your house, but still not meant to accommodate two grown men.Craig’s pressed against you, chest-to-chest, and he leans down to kiss you. “I’llmake it up to you,” he says against your lips. “You earned yourself a reward.”

📖 Just as you started to think Ernest got overhis prank phase, he installed a bucket over the bedroom door and filled it withsome green goo. Which is why you and Hugo are standing in the bathroom, coveredhead to toe in the stuff. You’re glad Hugo hadn’t been wearing his favouriteshirt, the one the Eastern Dragon had signed, or all hell would be loose now. “Wantto share?” You ask and gesture to the shower cabin. “Saves water. I doubt wecan get everything off by ourselves—“ You pluck some of the goo off yourshoulder and blanch. It’s sticky, which makes you think it won’t be washed offeasily. Hugo must have come to the same conclusion, as he nods and gets intothe shower. The cabin is too small for the two of you. Awkwardly, you try toposition yourself in a way that would allow you to turn around, but you end upwith your back against the tiles, Hugo’s leg between your own. He blushes andreaches up to turn on the water. It runs down his head, flattens his long hair againsthis head, making him look even hotter than he normally does. He leans down,probably to kiss you, but you stop him and wipe some goo off his lips beforemeeting them halfway.

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Hello :3 I'm the anon who requested for the kids to walk in on their dads "makin" Dadsona and I would just like to apologize for this misunderstanding. I really meant like more of a sweetheart situation than a lewd display is what the kids would've been seeing, like cuddling, cheek pecks, nose kisses or even some gentle flirting. I am not even into stuff that goes beyond making out, I just have a weird vocab -w- Please ignore my stupid wording and go on with your wonderful life

Hi there! Thank you so much for clarification and I’m sorry if my reply came across as rude or judgemental. I hope you’ll like what I’ve written! There’s a little extra something at the bottom ;)

🥃 Robertisn’t really one for public displays of affection and you could respect that;he is a very private person in general, even if that statement would surprisemost people. Sure, he talks a lot, he tells stories, but they barely containany truth. The most you expect when it comes to physical stuff when you’re out isan arm around your shoulders or him squeezing your thigh or arm, so when Robertpulls you close against him and guides your head to rest on his shoulder, you’resurprised. Judging by her expression, so is Val. She is staying the week at herfather’s place and the three of you are hanging out at Jim and Kim’s. They hadcome a long way since Amanda’s graduation party. There still are obstacles, butthey’re getting there, step by step. Sometimes, it feels like they’d never beenapart in the first place. You look up at Robert, about to ask why he’s sotouchy-feely today, but his expression makes you pause. He’s smiling. And hiseyes, they’re sparkling, like the ice in his drink. It takes your breath away.You turn your head to Val, who returns your gaze with a shrug and an eye rolladdressed to her father, who throws a grape at her. But she’s smiling too.

🍸Joseph, much to his children’s annoyance, is a very tactile person.Perhaps it’s got something to do with him being happy and wanting to let theworld know, perhaps it’s just his personality. Either way, his children don’tlike it. Part of you suspects he might be taking it up a notch just to annoythem. Something hits the back of your head and you don’t have to look to knowit was one of the tiny rubber balls Chris likes to play with. You move to turnaround, but Joseph curls his hand around your nape and gently keeps you inplace so he can continue rubbing his nose against yours in little nose kisses.It’s silly and you love it. Again, the kids, not so much. “Stop,” Christiewhines and dramatically flops down halfway across Joseph’s legs. Without stoppingthe nose kissing, he nudges her until she lies more comfortably with her headin his lap. “Stooop.” Again, he ignores her, a faint smirk on his lips the onlyevidence he heard her. Apparently Christie recruited her twin brother for herefforts, because Christian suddenly flopped down on Joseph too. “Stooooop.” Josephtries to ignore the two, but then Chris decides to join in on the fun, whichsends Joseph flat on his back, the children on top. He laughs and tries to pushthem off, but they hold on. For good measure, you place Crish on the top of thepile.

☕ Mat is a very, veryaffectionate person. It doesn’t matter whether you’re in private or in public,he’s almost constantly touching you in some way or the other, even if it’s onlya brush of his arm against yours. You’re spending some of your free time in theCoffee Spoon while Mat works behind the counter. He makes sure to drop by yourtable whenever he can to kiss the top of your head or give you a free refill –dating the owner of a coffee shop has its perks. That’s the scene Carmensitawalks in on, coming home from school: Mat kissing your forehead, his handresting on your shoulder; you nosing along his jaw, intending to find his lipsfor a quick kiss. Her backpack falling on the ground next to you causes the twoof you to break apart, the moment gone like a bubble that burst. Mat blushesdeep red, but you can feel the heat in your own cheeks, too. Carmensita gigglesand sits down on the couch next to you with a wide grin. “That was gross.”Being the mature person you are, you stick out your tongue. After making sureher day at school went okay, Mat goes back to work, leaving you two alone. You’reabout to go back to surfing on your phone when Carmensita leans in. “Thank youfor making Dad happy again,” she whispers. Mat shoots you a confused look whenyou pull her into a hug, your eyes wet.

🌹 Damien isn’t big on publicdisplays of affection, but once you’re both past the initial stage ofawkwardness in your relationship, he warms up to it at home. Apparently, hisfavourite thing to do, is to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss yourcheek. Some evenings, you will cuddle on his couch. Like you are now. Your headis cushioned on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your middle while hedraws patterns on your back which you try to guess, and you couldn’t be morecontent. “What are you smiling about, my love?” You lift your head to findDamien looking at you with a curious expression. Instead of answering verbally,you crane your neck and kiss him. He hums, tightening his grip a little, andsettles his hand on the small of your back. There’s no sense of urgency behindthe kiss; neither of you attempts to deepen it. You just buried your fingers inhis luscious hair when the front door opens and Lucien walks inside. It takesyou two a few moments to realise you’re not alone anymore and to draw apart.Your instinct is to move off Damien, but he gently keeps you lying on top ofhim. “How was your movie, Lucien?” The teen shrugs. “It was fine. I’ll be in myroom.” Once he’s gone, you turn back to Damien and raise an eyebrow. “I’msurprised by his lack of care.” Damien chuckles. “I’ve raised him well.” You fondlyroll your eyes and kiss his chin.

🎣 Just like he’s alwaysbragging about, well, anything, Brian seems to really enjoy showing you off.The easiest way to do that in public is by wrapping his arm around your waistand kissing you, no matter the situation. At home, his love for physicalaffection doesn’t lessen – if anything, it increases. You quickly become usedto him randomly pulling you into his arms, picking you up or kissing whateverpart of your body, shoulders-up, he can reach. It’s no different today. You’reoutside; the sun is shining with just the right intensity, there’s a lightbreeze, and Brian is mowing the lawn without a shirt on. All in all, you muse,life is good. He finishes with his next set, having divided the lawn into quarters,and gets off the lawnmower. You know exactly what’s about to happen as he walksup to you and so, you’ve already lifted your head by the time he stops in frontof you. All he has to do is lean down to kiss you, cradling your face in his big,but gentle hands. “Hey Dad! Hey Y/N!” Brian draws back again and turns just intime to catch Daisy, who launched herself at him. He laughs and lifts her upinto his arms. “I’m just going to finish mowing the lawn real quick. We’ll eatdinner afterwards, alright?” He puts her back down and, before resuming hiswork, kisses you again. Daisy doesn’t even twitch. She’s more than used to itby now.

👟 It’s one of the biggest gamesof the softball season and so, emotions are running high. You’ve been on theedge of your seat ever since the opposing team took the lead. Thankfully, therest of the audience is just as excited as you are; even Craig, who usuallygives off an aura of pure calm and optimism, is agitated, varying betweenshouts of encouragement and orders. Then, finally, one of the Maple Bay girlsscores the match-winning point and the audience goes wild. You’d definitely behoarse tomorrow from all the shouting you are doing. Somehow, you make itthrough the rows of celebrants down to the field, where Craig is celebratingwith his team. Later on, you would blame the heat of the moment, the excitementstill running through your veins. You grip Craig’s shirt and pull him down intoa kiss. After a second of surprise, he tugs you closer and wraps his armsaround you, reciprocating just as eagerly. It’s only the loud “Eww”s comingfrom the girls that reminds you of where you are and, more importantly, thatyou have an audience. You flinch away from Craig and immediately blush deeply.Craig’s face isn’t any less red than yours. “C-congrats, girls! You wereawesome.” They stare at you with blank expressions. Briar and Hazel turn tolook at each other in disgust and roll their eyes. “We’ve changed our minds.You can’t date our dad anymore.” The seriousness of that statement makes youlaugh. “I’ll get you ice cream.” They communicate without words, in the wayonly twins and drunk people can, and finally nod. “Okay, you’re on probation.”

📖 You throw the door open with more vigour than necessary and let out a “whoop”.Damn, you’re pumped! You and Hugo went to the final match of the championship,the fight for the title, and The Eastern Dragon won. There’s no longer bloodrunning through your veins, but pure adrenaline. You’re almost more ecstaticthan Hugo. Or he’s just better at composing himself. “That last throw!” Youturn around, literally bouncing on your heels, and grasp his arms in an attemptto ground yourself. He grins and tugs you closer until your chests are pressedtogether. “You mean the Headlock driver?” You huff. “I don’t care what it’scalled, it was awesome! Thank you for taking me.” Hugo’s grin softens, makesway for a loving smile. You raise your arms to wrap them around his neck as heembraces you around your waist. The adrenaline slowly fades, but your skin isstill buzzing and you feel energised, almost like you’re high. You lean in atthe same time, your lips meeting halfway. You just stand there, kissing, forsome time. Just as you thought about heating things up when the door is thrownopen for a second time. Ernest barely spares you two a glance, but, stormingpast you, he still manages to scowl and bark out “Get a room!” You look from thedust he left in his hasty retreat back to Hugo and chuckle. “Want to get aroom?”

Bonus: 🐼

Thanksgiving, Amanda comes back to Maple Bay fromcollege to spend the holiday with her father. Well, her father, his boyfriendand boyfriend’s family. It’s still weird to see her Pops, the most sociallyawkward person she knows beside Mat, in a relationship – not because of herDad, but because… when did he up hisdate game?? She’s excited to see how things progressed ever since she left forcollege. She knows her Pops practically lives in [Dad]’s house now, since he told her over skype, but there are morethings than just that. Have they picked up some of their partner’s quirks andhabits? Who cooks (she sincerely hopes it’s not Pops or someone might die offood poisoning), who makes the laundry? She parks in front of their house andimmediately hops out. She doesn’t waste any time, just heads straight over to [Dad]’s home. The door is open when shetries the knob, so she pushes it open and barges right in. “Guess who’s—“Amanda trails off. Her father and [Dad] mighthave jumped apart the moment they heard her, but they weren’t quick enough forher not to have seen what they’d been up to. Pretty G, all things considered. Doesn’t mean she’s not going to do herdaughterly duty and act grossed out. “Ew!” She mock gags. “That’s so not what I wanted to see first thing Icome back home.” Her father scrambles to his feet and pulls her into abone-crushing hug. Across his shoulder, she sees [Dad] stand up as well. She winks. Glad her old man still has it inhim.

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The dads reactions to you wearing their clothes

🥃Robert is currently inthe bathroom, to “powder his nose”, so it’s just you, Neil and Robert’s leatherjacket. You’re not sure why he left it, since you could count the times you’veseen him without it on one hand, but you already learnt the lesson not toquestion Robert’s motives long ago and you’re not going to start doing it now.Sipping on your juice, you find yourself looking at where Robert had hung itover his chair, and can’t help but reach out and take it in your hand. It’sheavier than you imagined, probably because there are knives in every pocket,and, as you lift it to your nose, smells like Robert, his cologne and the faintscent of dog. Before you even know why you’re doing it, you’ve slipped into it.It doesn’t fit you, but you imagine your coolness level just multiplied by9000. Neil shoots you an amused look and subtly nods towards the bathroom. Youlook up and find Robert just standing there, frozen, his eyes even darker thanusually, hungry. You open your mouthto apologise, but he cuts you off before you can even get a word out. “Put thedrinks on my tab, Neil, we’re leaving.” He grabs your arm and hoists you onyour feet, dragging you along behind him.

🍸 You had spent the night on Joseph’s yacht, for the first time sinceAmanda’s graduation party. It’s far too early to be awake, but the bed next toyou is empty, so Joseph must be up already. Grumbling, you blindly search foryour clothes and take the first thing you can get your hands on. You onlyrealise that it’s not your shirt when you open your eyes and see blue fabricinstead of what you’d worn yesterday. Well, Joseph’s cardigan fits you alright,and in all the time you’ve known him he’s never actually worn it, so you doubthe’ll mind and keep it on. You find Joseph leaning against the railing, staringout at the water. “It’s Saturday,” you complain. “Why are you awake?” Josephturns his head. The moment he sees you, his eyes widen and he blushes.Self-consciously, you fumble with the sleeves. “It was the first thing I found.If you want, I can get changed…” Joseph immediately shakes his head with suchferocity you worry he might get dizzy. “No!” He walks over to you and wraps anarm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. “It looks… nice onyou. Very nice. Keep it on…” He kisses you deeply and gently nudges you backtowards the stairs leading below deck.

☕ An outdoor concert hadsounded like an awesome idea, but your brain only caught up to the fact it was fartoo cold to be outside without a jacket when it was already too late. You wrapyour arms around yourself and shiver; even your teeth are chattering. But unlikeyou, Mat doesn’t seem to notice the cold; he’s standing with a small group ofold friends, his tattoos on display as he isn’t wearing his jacket. You lookover to the piece of clothing in question and shiver. It looks so inviting andwarm, and you find yourself taking it and putting it on without furtherthought. Even here, with smokers and the scents of nature around you, it stillsmells like coffee and sugar, a combination that makes you bury your face inthe hoodie. “Sorry for taking this long, Y/N… Y/N?” With a yelp you nearly jumpout of your skin, completely taken off guard. Mat holds up his hands, his facecaught somewhere between guilt and being flustered; his cheeks are a deep pinkand he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. “Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to scareyou. Why… um… why are you wearing my jacket?”“I was cold.” Mat steps closer and wraps an arm around you. You immediatelyborrow into his side, seeking his body heat. “You don’t mind, do you?” Matshakes his head. “No. I… I don’t mind. It… it suits you.” From where your faceis buried in his neck, you can feel himblush.

🌹 Damien and you had planned on going to the cinema after his shiftended, but something required him to do overtime and now you’re in his manor,waiting. You’d already gone through his private book collection, checked onthat one gargoyle you accidentally damaged and strolled through his garden –you’re bored. So, naturally, like any other rational, mature human being, youstart playing dress-up. Damien’s clothes don’t fit you, but you make do; youstruggle with the buttons and you have absolutely no idea how to get theruffles of the collar to look right, but the end product could be worse. You doa little spin in front of the mirror, twirling like you’d seen models do on TV.Not looking where you are going, you let out an ‘oof’ when you hit somethingsolid: Damien. “I can explain,” you begin, but Damien’s frown makes you trailoff. Damien reaches up and starts fiddling with your collar, adjusts your capeand properly re-does the buttons. “There, my love, now everything is like it’ssupposed to be.” He turns you around so you can look at yourself in the mirroragain. “Though it would, of course, be even better if the clothes werecustom-fitted to reflect your unique physique. If you’d like, I can take you tomy tailor, so we can get you Victorian-era clothes of your own.” You take hishand in yours, your other coming up to play with his hair. “How do I look?” Hesmiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Absolutely stunning, darling.”

🎣 You have no idea why you agreed to going fishing with Brian againafter that disastrous first time, but one thing you were certain of: Neveragain. Sitting near the fire Brian had made to help you warm up, you pout and wrapyour arms around your naked torso. Brian, that bastard, just gave you an amusedlook and finishes wringing out your shirt. “I told you not to lean over thatmuch.” You resolutely ignore him. “Still cold?” You nod and he pulls off his shirt,giving it to you. It soaked up much of Brian’s body heat and instantly makesyou feel warmer. Sure, it’s too big on you, but that only makes it better atkeeping you warm, like a little tent with a hole for your head at the top. Itprobably looks silly, but you doubt Brian cares. You look at him and pause,surprised to see him so… flustered. “Brian?” He jumps a little, as if he waslost in thoughts, and clears his throat, his blush deepening. “Ah, sorry, Y/N,I was… distracted.”“By?” You catch him stare at you; the moment he notices you caught him, heaverts his gaze. By now, his face is as red as a tomato. “Brian?” You wiggleyour eyebrows and give him a pointed look.He splutters. Instead of giving you a verbal reply, he leans over and cups yourface in his paw-like hands. “You know exactly why, Y/N.” Before you cancontinue teasing him, he’s already kissing you.

👟 “Bro, have you seen my—“ Craig trails off as he walks into the bedroom.His skin is still glistening from the shower he just took in preparation forhis morning run. The only thing that missing is his shirt. The very shirt you’rewearing. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and raises his eyebrow. “Bro,did you steal my shirt?” You act like you didn’t hear him and roll on yourstomach, burying your face in his pillow and letting out a long, sleepy sigh.You hear footsteps, then, Craig sits down on the bed next to you, giving yourbutt a little poke. “Bro, you know that’s my favourite shirt. Can you pleasegive it to me?” You make a noise that’s not really a no, but definitely not ayes either. “Bro. You had to get up and sneak into the bathroom while I wasshowering to steal it.”You turn your head just enough so that your voice isn’t muffled by the pillow. “Istrongly deny your accusations, bro. I didn’t steal your shirt.”“What would you call it, then?”“Borrowing. Sharing is caring, ever heard of it?”He rolls his eyes and nudges you until you’re lying on your back and he islooming over you. You pull him down for a kiss and wrap your arms around hisneck. “M-mh. Any reason you borrowed that shirt and not any other one?”You grin and kiss him again, longer and deeper than the first time. “I know abetter way to start the day than jogging, bro,” you say, and he laughs againstyour lips.

📖 Last night is a mess of shouting, brightlights, violence and Hugo. You wakeup with a groan, your head pounding with what a hangover, and roll on yourback. It takes your eyes some time to get used to the light, but once you do,you turn to your side, expecting to find Hugo lying next to you, still asleepafter the big wrestling match you two went to yesterday. But the sheets arepulled back and Hugo is nowhere to be seen. Instead, you can smell bacon; yourstomach growls and you realise you will have to stand up if you want anythingto eat. Slowly, you get out of bed. You get dressed in the first thing you canfind on the floor, which turns out to be Hugo’s yellow wrestling shirt. Thefloor is cold under your naked feet so you just hurry downstairs to thekitchen. Hugo is standing in front of the stove, his back turned to you. “Hey,babe.” You yawn and rub your eyes, which makes you miss Hugo turn around. Youdo not miss, however, the sound of something falling on the ground. You dropyour hands. Hugo is staring at you, his mouth, honest-to-god, hanging open. “Um,babe? Earth to Hugo?” You grin. “Like what you see?”He startles and blushes. Clearing his throat, he takes a moment to composehimself, then crosses the distance between you two, effortlessly lifting youinto his arms. “A lot,” he whispers against your lips. Your back hits thecounter and you wrap your arms around him, softly moaning into the kiss.“Get a room.” Hugo doesn’t draw back immediately, but kisses you again and onlythen turns to acknowledge his son.

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Hey, how you doin? Hope you're having a nice day :) is there anyway you can make a prompt or imagine about the Dads enjoying a day with their kids and their new husband, Dadsona, and their awesome step-child, Amanda. It would be so adorable and awesome with your creative handwriting x)

My hands are hurting like a b**** but I had to write this! I’m back to filling prompts again, everyone, my term paper is finished!

🥃 You had never been to New YorkCity before, so to get a personal ‘behind the scenes’ tour by your boyfriend’sdaughter and her girlfriend was like a dream come true. After going to themust-see sights like the Empire State Building or the Central Park, Val startedshowing you her favourite spots: A sub shop which served the best sandwiches inall of the states, the Lalique Windows,the club where she had met her girlfriend, a secluded spot of a small park nearthe water with a perfect view of the skyline where they had first kissed. Toyou, the trip feels like a journey through Val’s adult life and memories, andjudging by Robert’s expression, he feels the same. He had invited you andAmanda along and you’re glad you said yes, or else you would never have learntof that Jazz Club nestled between a drag bar and a grocery store where Val hadwatched over the bouncer’s dog for half an hour before he came to retrieve it.You would never have met Val’s girlfriend and you would never have seen theinside of their apartment, which was cluttered with photos and souvenirs fromlittle shops around the city. You would have missed the way Robert and Valinteracted, shy and insecure at first increasingly familiar as time went by,mending old wounds and letting the scars fade away. And, most importantly, thepicture of the five of you – huddled around Amanda’s camera, your faces smushedtogether, but so happy, most of all Robert, whose eyes were shining so brightit lit up the whole photo – would never have been taken.

🍸 “Help.” You can’t see it, but you can feelJoseph’s gaze on you as he takes in the sight of you, a grown man, bested by ateenager, three children and a toddler. Crish’s butt is firmly planted on yournape, while Christian, Christie and Amanda are sitting on your back; the oldestChristiansen child, Chris, holds down your legs while playing Pokémon on the Gameboyyou had given him last Christmas. You try to lift your head, but Crish scootsbackwards to keep you still, saying “Nuh-uh”, so you give up even though thegrass is starting to tickle your nose. “Have you slayed the beast?” Joseph asksfrom somewhere to your left. You wouldn’t put it past him to purposely stay outof your line of vision. “It fought valiantly,” Amanda says, “but ultimately, itwas no match to five brave knights.”“Bweast!” Crish repeats and hits the back of your head with his hands. Yougrunt even though it doesn’t even hurt. Finally, Joseph’s shoes appear in frontof your face; the next moment, he is kneeling in front of you, his eyessparkling in amusement. “Well done, brave knights. Tales of your heroic deedwill be sung for all eternity. I think the beast has learnt its lesson.” Hepicked up Crish and nudged the twins until they got off your back and sat backdown on the picnic blanket. Once Amanda and Chris also move off you, you rollover. Joseph chuckles and offers you his hand to pull you back on your feet.You accept and immediately, he starts tickling you. “Help!”

☕ You let out an ‘oof’ as Carmensita jumps on your back and stumble afew steps forward, but thankfully, Mat grips your arm before you can fly downthe stairs. He releases your arm again after giving it a squeeze. “No, ‘manda,don’t even think about it.” Though she’s walking behind you, you canpractically see Amanda’s pout behind your mind’s eye. “But why?”“All due respect, but Carmen’s a tiny bit lighter than you.” Amanda appearsnext to you and indeed, she is wearing the matching pout that you just imagined,but the way her eyes are sparkling shows you she’s not really all that upset. No,she’s already running to the next exhibition of the umpteenth artist whose nameyou’ve never heard of before. Carmensita points at another picture and youcarry her over to it. An art museum wouldn’t have been your first choice for aweekend trip, but now that you’re here, you’re enjoying yourself. “I think it’sa bird,” Carmensita says. You tilt your head at the canvas. “To me it lookslike a cross between a house and a baby from Alien.” Next to you, Mat hums. “Maybeit’s not supposed to mean any—““MAT!” Mat spins around just in time to catch Amanda, who launched herself at hisback after a sprint. He stumbles, but thankfully doesn’t fall and adjusts hisgrip to hook his arms under Amanda’s legs. You laugh and fondly shake your head.With the way she’s grinning, one might think she just won the lottery, eventhough she only succeeded in being carried by Mat. He looks fairly unimpressed.“Onwards, steed!” Amanda shouts and nudges Mat with her leg.

🌹”Dad, can I buy that shirt?”“Ask your other father, ‘Manda.” She scowls at you, but walks over to whereDamien is standing together with Lucien, quietly discussing the quality of thefabric, as if a piece of clothing from Dead, Goth, & Beyond could hold acandle to clothes he had sewn himself at home. He looks up at Amanda when sheapproaches and smiles. It still takes your breath away to see just how happy heis about you and her being in his life now. “Dad wants me to ask you if I canbuy that shirt and I beg you, please do not tell me to ask my other father, Icannot be caught in this vicious, never-ending cycle.” Damien tuts. “Amandadear, why would I say anything like that?” Damien shakes his head and peers atthe shirt in Amanda’s hands. “However, I do believe in this situation it wouldbe best to ask Y/N whether you can—“ Amanda lets out a frustrated groan andgrips Lucien’s arm. “Lucien, save me. They’re going to do the thing. We cannotlet that happen.” Lucien looks at you, then back at Amanda. “Why don’t you justbuy it yourself? You have your own money.” Amanda scoffs. “Lucien,brother-dearest, I love you, but you have a lot to learn. Never pay with yourown money when you can make your parents do it.” Lucien rolls his eyes andallows her to drag him back towards the band shirts. You make eye contact with Damienacross the room and catch him wipe his eyes discretely. You tilt your head inquestion. “She thinks of me as her other father,” Damien sniffs.

🎣 Your second fishing trip goes much more smoothly than the first time –probably because you’re no longer trying to act like you know what the hell you’redoing and the competitiveness between the two of you has lost its desperate,aggressive edge. The first time, you weren’t together yet, so now, there are alot more kisses involved, much to Amanda’s and Daisy’s annoyance. You can seethem pull faces as Brian pulls you into yet another kiss and even though youcannot hear them since they are back on land, you can tell they’re makinggagging noises. You stick out your tongue, but either they’re ignoring you, orthey didn’t see you. Neither option appeals to you, so you turn to Brian andpout. “What’s that face for, Y/N?” He pulls you close and kisses the top ofyour head, wiping the pout straight off your face again. You don’t reply, butthe way you nuzzle into him is answer enough. Brian laughs and turns back tohis fishing rod. It takes some time – mostly due to the fact you two end upscaring the fish away more often than you caught it – but eventually, Brian hasyour dinner ready and you two return to the shore. While Brian gets a firegoing, you walk over to where Amanda and Daisy are playing fetch with Maxwell.You scoop Brian’s daughter into your arms and grin as she laughs and wriggles,trying to escape your tickling fingers.

👟 “The fries won’t kill you, Craig, you don’t have to stare at them likethat.” You flop down in the chair next to Craig and throw an arm over hisshoulders. He automatically leans against you with a heavy sigh. “Do you evenknow how much fat is in these things?”“I know, and I don’t care. We’re on vacation, bro, you really have to learn howto live and let go. Them having fries once every two months or so won’t makethem become unhealthy. You let them have pizza, too.” Craig huffed and lightlyshoved at your shoulder. “That’s totally different, Y/N. That’s after softballgames, as a reward and for celebrations. Right now, we’re not celebratinganything.” You shift River on your other knee and start bouncing her up anddown. The baby giggles and tries reaching for your nose, so you indulge her andlean down, even though you know what’s coming – she pulls and you yelp,exaggerating your pain. “I don’t know, bro, I think there’s something to celebrate.”Your gaze wanders over to the playground next to your table, where Amanda andthe twins are playing tag. Fighting against two physically superior girls withtwin telepathy puts Amanda at a large disadvantage, but she’s holding her own,screaming whenever they reach for her as if she’s running from zombies. “What’sthat?” Craig turns to look at you, grinning. Instead of replying, you leanforward to kiss him. The ‘triplets’ groan in protest.

📖 You’re surprised just how well Ernest andAmanda get along. Whereas Ernest had… well, saying disliked wouldn’t quitecapture the animosity you were presented with in the beginning, but either way,he had taken ages to warm up to you, but with Amanda, something had clickedright away. It was like all Ernest needed was a big sister who was just asmischievous as him. You watch the two at the lottery booth and try to decidewhether you should be proud of them successfully executing their scam fourtimes in a row or whether you should scold them, when Hugo returns from thecandy stall. “Are they still trying to win something? Don’t they know theprobability of winning that stuffed dog is below one percent?” Hugo lifts hisarm and immediately, you step closer and let him engulf you in his body heat.How he does it, when the temperature is close to freezing, you have no idea,but you wouldn’t question your luck. “Oh, they know.” Something about your toneof voice must have set Hugo’s teacher senses off, since he turns to lookintently at your face. You try, you really try, but your poker face had neverbeen the best. Hugo narrows his eyes. “They’re cheating.” You don’t even try todeny it, there’s no salvaging this situation. Hugo sighs again and looks aboutready to stomp over there and put an end to it, but, taking in Ernest’s excitedexpression, something in him melts. “I’ll let it slide this time,” he says andkisses your forehead.

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