#ddadds imagines

[cassius-the-kitten]

General Headcanons (DDADDS x Reader)

warnings: just a lot of x reader fluff, also swearing in some sections, also some alcohol mentions

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Pairings: Brian Harding x Reader, Hugo Vega x Reader, Robert Small x Reader, Mat Sella x Reader

Brian Harding

Brian loves to cook, even if he’s better at grilling. he will cook you bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes every morning. it’s honestly a miracle that nothing ends up burnt, because he does it all at once like some sort of multitasking magician.

he may be a general contractor, but he’s got Very clumsy hands. nothing in his house is glass or ceramic because he WILL drop it. it’s all plastic cups from here on out.

thankfully he is very, very careful and extra mindful when he cooks. to the point where you shouldn’t have a conversation with him during his cooking because he will have a hard time keeping up with you due to the 5 million other things he is doing.

his dadbook profile isn’t wrong. he thinks a lot about how much smarter Daisy is than him.

but in Daisy’s defense, Brian is a himbo, through and through.

he cannot get any social cues ever and is absolutely clueless when someone obviously has a crush on him. he’s the type of guy to think you’re just being nice to him when you’re flirting.

he genuinely just likes having friendly competition, he has no clue why the dadsona seems to hate him and is getting so frustrated with losing.

and Brian’s autistic, which actually makes a lot of sense because of him missing every social cue ever.

over half of his wardrobe is button-up shirts and cargo shorts of various colors. he actually wearing socks and sandals… and even crocs. thankfully he sometimes has the decency to wear normal sneakers or even boots outside.

if you get him a button-up shirt, he will love you forever. he basically collects them.

believe it or not, but Brian was born in Florida. his parents just decided to move up to Massachusetts when he was little. his parents have since then moved back down to Florida for retirement. he and Daisy visit them sometimes for the winter holidays. one time they made the mistake of visiting during summer, and have never visited Florida in summertime since then due to the heat.

he is a very warm man. not just when he’s sleeping. he is a furnace. if you hug him for long enough, you will be sweaty by the time you come out of it.

his love language is physical affection. he just loves to pick up people and hug them and cuddle them whenever it’s socially acceptable to do so.

he’s like a dog sometimes. if you have a job and you get home after he does, he will be ECSTATIC and like Maxwell, will immediately come up to the door to greet you with kisses and hugs.

and like a grizzly bear, he’s pretty fond of fish. Brian just prefers whitefish like cod or haddock to salmon, but he’ll eat pretty much anything you put in front of him.

unless it’s spicy. Brian cannot handle any spice hotter than black pepper. on good days he can eat some semi-spicy chicken wings and enjoy himself, but only if he has a lot of water and coleslaw on hand to eat with it.

Brian actually likes piña coladas. it’s his favorite alcoholic drink besides beer, and it’s usually his second choice if he’s got a sweet tooth that day. but he doesn’t drink that often, actually.

honestly, he’s probably gone to Margaritaville with Joseph at one point. Joseph kinda meant it as a date but Brian had no clue and was so oblivious that Joseph thought that it was on-purpose in a passive-aggressive manner.

Hugo Vega

Hugo is autistic and his special interests are wrestling and literature. Ernest is also autistic. i will die on this hill

sometimes he writes a bit of poetry in his spare time, though he’s quite insecure about it so he has never shown it to anyone. a lot of them have allusions to other pieces of literature or wrestling.

the poetry writing is funny because i imagine that when he was first put into a poetry course in highschool he probably Hated it because he just couldn’t pick up much on the metaphors and the tone of the piece (just like me fr). but later in his life Hugo definitely gained an appreciation for poetry and started to write a bit of it after the divorce just to deal with his feelings.

he’s always willing to give constructive criticism. to anyone. sometimes he comes off as judgemental when he does that and he doesn’t realize it

Hugo speaks Spanish fluently, and knows a little bit of French. he actually grew up speaking Spanish and English in a bilingual household because his parents immigrated from Mexico.

he also celebrates Día de los Muertos and has since he was a child. it is his favorite holiday due to the symbolism, even if he ends up just celebrating it from home with Ernest. it’s actually one of the few things they still bond over — just decorating, making food, and Hugo going over some family history with Ernest.

this man works hard to keep his house as clean as possible. and he works hard to try and get Ernest to clean his room, which works maybe half the time. sometimes Hugo caves in and can’t help but to go in there and clean it himself if it gets bad and Ernest is out. he makes sure to try and put everything back where he found it, unless it was on the floor. then he puts it on Ernest’s bed.

Hugo isn’t much of a movie or TV show type of guy, unless they are an adaptation of a book. then he reads the book and then watches the movie\TV show. then he writes a review of it to get his thoughts and feelings out, and he Will send it to you if he trusts you enough. but only if you’ve watched it. Hugo believes heavily in the sanctity of not giving out unwanted spoilers.

he’s got a guilty pleasure of watching bad horror movies. this is canon. go replay Hugo’s second date and you will find this piece of dialogue which i hold near to my heart.

he can’t really handle good horror movies. horror movies that are good at scaring people, anyway.

he could probably crush a watermelon between his thighs. or his arms. if you ask him if he could crush a watermelon, he would be Very confused because he doesn’t know the trend(? was it a trend or did i imagine that???)

“…what? Why would I want to crush a watermelon between my thighs? I don’t like watermelon. Neither does Ernest. Honestly, I don’t know the last time he’s ever willingly eaten a vegetable or fruit.”

but then he’d be very surprised if you showed him videos of people doing it. he’d just stare with interest, impressed by the muscles.

if you manage to do it, he’ll actually start blushing so hard that he has to try and hide his face.

speaking of, he actually does try to hide his face a lot when he realizes he’s blushing. it’s very cute because he also can’t hold back a very embarrassed smile when he does so.

Mat Sella

Mat’s kind of a punk, alternative, and rock music guy, but he also really likes R&B, indie, and even some of those catchy pop songs.

his handwriting is very, very neat and pretty. he writes in cursive a lot, but only because he thinks it’s pretty and he’s just used to writing in it a lot.

he takes very, very good care of his hair. he also is the one mainly taking care of Carmensita’s hair, since she has a general disregard for taking the leaves and twigs out of it after she plays outside. so Mat is the one doing hair clean-up duty all the time.

he also cleans Carmensita’s glasses after she comes inside after playing. because she refuses to clean her glasses.

thankfully, Mat is good at cleaning and likes to clean. obviously he bakes almost every other day for both the Coffee Spoon and himself. music is playing on the record player while he’s baking or cleaning, unless he’s doing some late-night cleaning when Carmensita is asleep; that’s one of the few times he wears headphones in the house

he takes headphones with him everywhere he goes, though. he has a little bowl next to the front door with his keys and headphones in it so he doesn’t forget them

he loves coffee, to say the least. he brews a cup every morning, it’s almost like a ritual to him at this point. he just enjoys the process and relishes in it every day. it’s almost like it’s own type of therapy for him.

if it turns out that you don’t like coffee, however — he will act like a normal person and say “oh, okay” and just not make you drink coffee. he’s a little disappointed that he won’t be able to share his morning coffee time with both of you having a cup.

but if you at all try to join him on his coffee time with your own drink, just sitting in the morning and soaking up the sunlight and happy silence, he’ll be over the moon sharing that time.

we all know that he has the tendency to talk too much when he’s anxious, so moments like these where you’re just sitting together, mostly silent, is his favorite.

Mat just isn’t much of a talker when he’s super comfortable. so cuddling will be pretty quiet, too.

Mat grew up with cats, and absolutely adores them to the point where he is so tempted to turn the Coffee Spoon into a cat cafe. the only reason he hasn’t adopted any cats is because each time he is confronted with the idea he is incapable of making any decision and gets anxious.

but if you like cats, you’re totally getting a cat together. especially if you give him any kind of confidence when you’re around, like Rosa used to.

Mat isn’t an alcohol kind of guy. not since Carmensita was born, anyway. he also just doesn’t really like the taste of beer and other alcoholic drinks. he prefers the bitter coffee taste (couldn’t be me).

Mat does drink tea sometimes, but not often. maybe once a month he treats himself to a cup of tea.

Rosa actually really liked tea, so part of the reason Mat doesn’t drink it that often is because it reminds him of Rosa.

Robert Small

the man is Big. 6’3” and pretty chunky, so yeah. he’s pretty intimidating, and not just because of his RBF (resting bitch face).

speaking of RBF, he looks constantly mildly ticked off when in reality he is thinking about what he’s having for dinner. sure, he has plenty of other expressions, but they’re not quite as common as his “looks like he’s thinking of committing multiple crimes” look.

this man wakes up with some serious bedhead — hair sticking up in all sorts of directions, not because of the way he sleeps but because of Betsy. sometimes she gets up and sleeps right next to his head. and sometimes she gives Robert’s hair a bit of a nibble.

he really gives the whole “raccoon at the dumpster” type of look.

sometimes he volunteers at the animal shelter but only really late in the day when nobody except Mary is there. he usually brings a flask of whiskey with him to share with her, but Mary isn’t super keen on drinking around the animals.

he’s more like a cat than he is a dog. he likes to just sit in the general vicinity those he likes without saying anything while they talk for hours on end and he gives acknowledging feedback. usually just a blink and a nod.

but sometimes, very rarely, if he loves likes you enough, he’ll smile as he stares right at you, saying nothing.

if you end up dating him and move in with him, you could be doing literally anything and then turn around to find him staring at you with a smile that he tries to hide. sometimes he can’t believe that he’s in a healthy relationship after all the heartache he’s suffered.

but it’s also unnerving when you do something kinda embarrassing, like struggling to find a midnight snack, and then you just turn around and this big old man is just staring at you like my a cat waiting for you to go back to your bedroom.

remember how i said he’s more cat than dog? scratch that. if you have a job or god forbid, leave home without him, he will wait for you to come home. he will check the front door any time he hears even a little noise, very excited to see you, until he realizes you’re not home yet.

he counts down the hours and minutes until you get home from work. if it was socially acceptable for him to drive you to work and sit in your work’s parking lot the entire time and spend it waiting for you, he would do it.

if he can go with you somewhere, he will. even if it’s a 5 minute trip to the grocery store and it will take him longer to get dressed than to go with you, you better wait because he is coming with.

the second you come through that door? he is getting up off the couch that he moved to purely so he would be closer to the door and he, like Betsy, is coming directly towards you to ask you how your day was and if you brought anything back for him.

if you critique any of his whiskey then he will break out into a very passionate rant about the best kind of whiskey is the kind that makes you almost die a little bit on the inside when you take a shot.

idk why, but i feel like if he and Saul Goodman met, they’d be best friends. they’d pull off the best grifts together.

also Robert fucking loves Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul. he just rewatches it over and over again as a comfort show even though it doesn’t provide any comfort whatsoever. his faves are Saul and Nacho

he will force you to watch Breaking Bad or Better Call Saul. or at the very least, he explain the plotline.

Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul is the Only reason that he has a Netflix subscription. there is no other reason he’d ever need one.

also Robert fucking hates Margaritaville. Joseph took him there once — Robert got sick from the Cheeseburger in Paradise, and now Robert vows to never step foot in one of those damn restaurants ever again.

Robert doesn’t like margaritas, so maybe it was doomed from the start.

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[anna1306]

So... 1/13

Jealousy

Craig Cahn x Reader

Craig wasn't a stranger to jealousy. He was very confident man, don't get me wrong, but still he was jealous of few things here and there.

One of reasons he trained the whole team was that he wanted the girls to be the best. And who would teach them the best, if not their father? There were couple of candidates and girls were okay with them, but... Craig always found the reason to stay no matter what.

Before that there was Ashley. They hadn't had the healthiest relationship, not even by long shot, but they tried their best. And when they were together, Craig had something in him that always was against some weirdos near her. Or someone cool. Cooler than him. He was confident in himself, but still. Good thing their friendship was better.

But there was someone before girls. Before work, sports, Ashley, anyone and anything. There was you, his one and only bro, Y/N. Damn, you had a history together.

You were his bro. His roommate. His partner in every little and big crime he commited. You were always near him, in hangover, in sad times or in session times. There were happy times too, of course, but you were with him through thick and thin. Of course Craig fell in love. But... He couldn't be gay, could he?

He was dating girls. And while you were obviously gay, as you were very open about it, Craig wasn't. So it was... Strange, to say the least. He wasn't gay, yet here he was, crushing on a guy. On his best friend.

Of course he didn't say anything. You had Alex at the moment, and besides... You were bros! You can't say to your bro that you are in love with him. That's weird. But the silence didn't cancel the fact that Craig was jealous. He tried not to, but... Every time he saw you with Alex or just being flirted with by anyone else - his heart clenched and he yearned to be on their place.

When you parted ways and the years went by, Craig thought this crush would go away... And then you moved to cul-de-sac.

And from the moment you laughed at his first joke, Craig remembered, how deep in his crush was he. Shit, he was hopeless... Ashley joked on this theme too long time ago, noticing the "looks". But still, you weren't teenagers anymore. You were adults. Mature and serious, with children. And Craig was in love.

At first he tried to distract himself. With trainings, with work... He was doing what he could do the best - running away from the problem by drowning himself with chores and stuff. But you still found him time and time again, getting him out of his shell. And eventually you grew closer and closer up until the night in the forest.

He should have been happy. After all these long years and attempts in forgetting about his bro, he finally got to be with you. He could hug you, occasionally kiss and snuggle with you like old times at any moment, but... Craig was jealous.

Suddenly you became popular. You weren't ugly or nerdy at college, but still... You weren't THAT popular before. Never. And now it appeared that whole cul-de-sac was near you!

***

"Was that Hugo?" Craig stretched, jogging up to you, standing on his porch with cup of coffee. You were still sleepy, but smiled at him softly.

"Yep. Wanted to invite me to some... Wrestling match." You sipped on your coffee. Craig scoffed.

"You? Sorry, bro, but you aren't exactly wrestling material." He hugged you and kissed you before you could answer. You smelled like coffee and yesterday's nachos. So-so combination, but he had worse in his years and to him you were like home. You licked your lips, moving a bit away from him.

"Who told you we were talking about sports?" You made innocent face and looked in his eyes. Your act lasted just for a few seconds, but you broke it and laughed. "You should have seen your face, bro. Relax, I'm joking."

"Yeah... Right." Craig knew you were joking, but for a second he was panicking and darting between his thoughts. If not for the fact that he could be late for work, he even stayed with you and thought this over, but he was running late.

***

Next up was Joseph. He was pastor, Craig knew that, but... Did he really need to stay at your house with martini all the time? And even more than that...

"Craig, good to see you. Can you come over for a second?" Christiansen called out to him, when he was jogging near his house. There was no way out of this, so Craig sighed and ran to the pastor. "Please, return this to Y/N. He forgot his jacket when he was over at my place for the cookie baking. You.. seem a little stressed, are you fine?"

"Never been better." Craig managed to squeeze that out of him, jogging with your jacket right away. He was irrational. Joseph was married, he was very righteous, he wouldn't cheat on anyone and wouldn't interfere with your relationship... But why were you always at his house trying to bake?! He had a kitchen too!

***

Damien... Always so intelligent, so polite, so... Dark and alluring! Craig could have looked at him once or twice, but that was before you returned into his life.

"Wait, you are going where?" Craig turned to you with very puzzled expression. He heard it right... Right?

"Tea party. Damien and me meet once every two or three weeks and discuss... Books. Yeah, books." You came up to him and kissed him on cheek, blushing for some reason. "I'll be back for your awful healthy dinner and then we'll spend time together."

"My cooking isn't awful!"

"But it is healthy, that is the same, bro." You snickered and went out the door. Maybe Craig should have been more... Interesting? Elegant like Damien? Read more, be extravagant? He imagined himself in Victorian cloak and shivered. Nope... Wasn't for him.

***

Brian was friendly with everyone and Craig himself went with him fishing. He didn't even thought that something was wrong, but your bickering with him was entertaining to say the least.

"You have a good fish, but I got bigger one." Brian showed his trophy and Craig couldn't help but agree with him. He did get the bigger one.

"And I... I..." You looked around as if finding something to boast about and your gaze fell on Craig. Oh no. "And I have a boyfriend." You blurted out.

"That's so cool! Happy for both of you!" Brian laughed and for a second Craig was relaxed. Finally, he could just be calm and enjoy quiet fishing with his friend and boyfriend... "Have I told you, guys, about the woman I met the other day?.." Oh no (x2). But you looked so energetic, so happy right now, bickering with him. Maybe Craig should argue with you more? It got you fired up like nothing else, for sure.

***

"What's the smell?" Craig hugged you from behind and kissed the nape of your neck, making you shriek from surprise.

"Bro, you gonna give me the heart attack!" You smacked his shoulder. He only laughed and looked at the sweets on the table. "Mat gave his new menu to try. Said he's positive the girls will love it."

"Mat? Girls have the game soon, they can't have all of that." Craig furrowed his brows, knowing fully well that the twins would be ecstatic about these, but... You were so excited too. "And I thought you cooked it..."

"You kidding me? If I cooked that, the kitchen would be on fire!" You laughed and turned in his arms to kiss him quickly. "The girls can have a cheat night. And you should too. Other 80% of goodies I will deal with. Mat would be glad to hear my opinion."

Another thing for him to think about? Should he listen to you more? Craig watched you as you were munching on muffins and thought about every time he asked you on your thoughts. Maybe he did have to ask about your opinion... And cook sometimes something like that, and not just healthy food.

***

Alright, this was the last straw. Wake up in the middle of the night to the phone call from none other than Robert to hear your drunk voice in the background? No way Craig could let that slide. His imagination was throwing things in his head and he imagined you with Robert in not very friendly way.

Cahn nearly ran his way from the house to the Robert's place, thanking God that they all lived very closely. Small opened his door as soon as Craig stepped on his porch, as if he had been waiting for him. Robert scowled at serious Craig, but let him in.

"He got drunk before I even knew it." You were sprawled on the floor, mumbling something under your breath. "Came here, said he needed to unwind, I got my old stash."

"I thought you got sober." Craig came closer to you, kneeling and sighing in relief. He was stupid. You were drunk, but not... Cheating. Shit, he had to think better of you.

"I am. But whiskey didn't disappear on its own, you know. The shit is happening between you two?"

"Nothing. Why are you asking?" Craig looked up in confusion at annoyed Robert.

"He was blubbering about how strange and distant you became. Look, I'm not a fucking psychologist. I'm not gonna intervene in whatever the hell you have going between you two. But he's my friend. And you don't want to know what I do with the ones that hurt my friends." For a second his eyes became cold and almost angry, but Craig knew better than that. Robert wouldn't hurt anyone for that matter. Cahn sighed and helped you get up from the floor.

"I guess we'll both have to talk it out. Thanks." The man sighed and got you on the street. The walk was silent, you were drunkenly moving your legs, he was in his head. You stopped on Craig's porch and sat on it, not going to get up apparently.

"Let's go, we need to get you to sleep." Craig sighed and tried to raise you up again.

"You don't love me anymore?" Your quiet question made him freeze. You looked on the ground and didn't react even when he sat beside you.

"What?! Of course not, why are you asking?"

"You react strange. Always in your thoughts, or frowning. Even Briar asked if anything happened." Shit, if his daughter noticed something, he couldn't hide it. But still he couldn't say his stupid thoughts outloud. Craig sighed and tried to smile.

"It's nothing serious, I promise! It's just... You often go to others... And I work and everything, so it seems like there's a problem and we don't have it, just you are busy being friends with everyone and I am busy with work and..."

"Wow, wait... Bro, are you jealous?" You looked at Craig questioningly and now it was his turn to look at the grass.

"What?! No, I am not, I..." He chuckled and looked at you. All of his fun was gone. "Is it that obvious?"

"Dude, yes! Gosh, I thought I did something wrong and here you are thinking some bullshit!" You pushed him into his arm, but he didn't even move. "Why are you jealous? I literally didn't do or say anything. And others didn't too, did they?"

"It's not your fault, it's just... You spend so much time with them and I am glad that you have friends, believe me, I'm just... I am not enough, right? I don't go to the sports games and not so smart like Hugo and don't cook sweets like Mat. I am not that elegant and have shitty advices sometimes. I am just boring and not interesting. Sometimes I think I am not enough for you." Craig blurted all of it and lowered his head. He was too much in himself that now it all just flew out of his mouth. He stiffened, when he heard a rustle near him, but you only put a head on his shoulder.

"You're an idiot, bro, you know that?" You whispered. "If you were all of that, I would stay at my place all the time and not come over. You... Inspire me to be better, remind me that you have to work in order to get somewhere. Dude, you are more than sexy body that I like to hug and kiss. You are more than enough."

"You really mean that?" Craig looked at you hopefully. You smiled softly at him and smacked his leg.

"Ask that one more time and in the morning I'll throw up in your running shoes instead of toilet, bro." Cahn laughed and hugged you tightly. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Sorry I forgot how low your self-esteem can be. I promise, bro I will say that I cherish you more. No arguements on that."

"I'm fine with it. If you let me cherish you too, bro." Craig leaned in and kissed you slowly. Even if you smelled like whiskey and Robert's couch. Shit, all more reasons for him to just replace that scent with anything else...

"Dad?" Craig moved away from you and looked up to see sleepy Hazel in the doorframe looking at you both. "River woke up and is crying. Should we feed her or you..."

"Sorry, dear, I will go to her right now. Go back." He almost forgot about children in his feelings. The girl went back into the house, while you slowly stood up.

"So I guess you gonna kiss River and me goodnight." You giggled a bit drunkenly, walking into the house. You wondered where Craig was, but only for a second. He went right after you, grabbing your waist and almost biting you in the neck.

"I will not only kiss you for the night..."

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[betsyandmaxwellandduchessohmy]

can we get headcanons/reactions for a dadsona who's like, The Ernest Whisperer? they get along pretty famously, dadsona is really good at making ernest make better choices without being condescending about it. it's not perfect, but "dude, if you're gonna set fire to that trash can, you need a fuse or you'll blow your eyebrows off" is better than shutting him down or ignoring it altogether. like the mom in mean girls, steerin regina towards the Safer choice.

((I feel like I should say right off the bat; this is not part of the Lemon Boy continuity. There's two more parts to that but this isn't one of them. So Ernest is getting a bunch of love and I adore it. Honestly, Ernest is gonna be doing stupid, dangerous shit anyway, we might as well make sure he’s at least being safe about it. Also I love Ernest channeling his angst through artistic pursuits, so I’m adding it here.))

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Summer had arrived. Amanda had graduated, and the kids of the cul-de-sac were free to their adventures. Which, of course, meant the troublemakers were free to their trouble.

You’d become something of an expert at dealing with the troublemakers, seeing as your daughter could be considered such by certain people, and you yourself had been considered such in your younger years by other certain people who were… probably dead by now, honestly. 

You’d gotten to know all the neighborhood kids pretty well since moving in, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have favorites. All the kids seemed to like you well enough - Craig’s girls invited you to their games from time to time, Joseph’s oldest seemed to have taken an interest in your garden for some reason, and Daisy and Carmensita might favor Amanda over you on any given day, but they were polite and sweet and complimented your cooking, so you weren’t too sore about it. But hands down, you got on with Ernest and Lucien the best. You remembered what it was like to be that age, and you were proud to say you’d managed to get through where others said was impassable. You could tell the boys liked you, even if they refused to admit it. Maybe they could tell that you’d been like them, once upon a time. Trouble begets trouble, after all. It felt like they’d made an unspoken bet to see who could push you further. Who could get you to agree to or help with the most outlandish thing. 

Lucien made you tag along while he did graffiti on the underside of the bridge by the dam. You lent him your spare respirator mask and kept an eye out for police and neighborhood watch.

Ernest found an abandoned factory a little ways from the cul-de-sac, and insisted on going there to fuck around. You managed to casually ask Hugo if Ernest was up to date on his tetanus shots and managed to convince Ernest not to swing from rafters or mess around with any old blades.

Lucien convinced you to give him and his friends a ride to a concert in the next city over. You paid for a last minute ticket and tagged along to make sure they’d be okay, and even managed to get a guy kicked out when you saw him slip something in one of Lucien’s friend’s drinks. 

Ernest roped you into a paintball war in the more wooded area of the park. You supplied face shields and forced disposable rain ponchos over his and his friend’s heads. They didn’t help very much or last very long, but there was slightly less paint on them than there would have been, so it was a win. As was getting the paint stains out of Ernest’s favorite hoodie.

But beyond that - beyond the bet and the games and the stupid dangerous shit you tried to buffer them from, you knew that they trusted you. By this point, Hugo and Damien knew that their kids saw you as someone safe to lean on, and while Damien was simply glad, Hugo was more than a little baffled. You offered him what advice you could, but you knew that sometimes, your dad just felt too close. Hugo was getting the hang of it, but it was easier for you.

When Damien went out of town for the weekend, it was you that Lucien called when he started feeling unsafe at the house party he’d gone to.

When Ernest’s friends ditched him when they ran from the cops, he called you to come get him from the alley he’d hidden himself in.

Every time, you made sure they weren’t hurt. You made sure they weren’t scared. You promised not to tell their dads. You took them out for ice cream or greasy all-night diner food. And you brought them home.

You were accustomed to the boys deciding that doing stupid shit sounded like the best idea in the world. So when you saw Ernest and a few of his friends bumming around the orange-clad kid’s driveway, you kept an eye on them while you went about your business. Stores had been stocking up on firecrackers since April, so you wouldn’t be surprised if the rapscallions had managed to get their hands on a few here and there. You hesitated briefly before turning your back, brushing the last few flecks into place before straightening up again, smiling down at the beautiful thing you’d made. A frown tugged at your face, though, when you went for your pocket and found you’d misplaced your lighter. Poking around the garage for a moment, you spotted it on the little table you’d set up beside the garage door. Reaching for it, you paused, poking your head out into the summer air.

Ernest and his friends had migrated to Joseph’s trash cans. There was laughter - always a good sign - and they were pressed close together to block your view of what they were doing to the poor bin, but you had the feeling it wasn't going to be good.

When you saw one of the boys pull a lighter from his pocket you turned on a dime, marching over and plucking the large cylinder off the top of the trash bags, holding it up over your head and out of reach of any of the little monsters.

“Just what in the Styx do you boys think you’re doing?” you asked. Before anyone could answer, the figures immediately scattered, like the rats in ratatouille. They all ran in different directions, seeming to think that you couldn’t catch all of them. They were right, but you only really needed to catch Ernest, who had stumbled back from the can and was looking up at you with what could only be described as a pout. Slowly lowering the bundle, you gave it a glance. 

Sparklers.

Well, at least it wasn’t bottle rockets or something. 

"I- I feel like I should ask what your thought process was here?" you confessed, looking at the bundle of unlit sparklers. There must have been well over five hundred there, how did they get a hold of that many sparklers??

"Logan saw a video of a guy lighting ten thousand sparklers on fire. They wouldn't sell us that many, but I still think it was pretty impressive."

"What's impressive is that you guys were going to stand here, a foot away from a trashcan filled with sparklers, and expected not to wind up with your faces melted off,” you laughed softly in disbelief. “You’ve lit enough stuff on fire by this point that I feel like you, of all people, should know to use a fuse, if nothing else. Where's your dad, anyway?" 

"The school," Ernest grunted, kicking at a loose pebble on the pavement. "Had some stuff to finish before he's done for summer."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You felt for the poor guy - reigning in reckless teens as a single parent was hard enough working from home, you couldn't imagine the position Hugo was in.

“Listen, I get the interest in firepower better than most - a little destructive force is cool and fun and all, I’m just staying there’s safer ways to go about it,” you insisted, sighing and running a hand over your face. Ernest, for his part, had the decency to look at least a little ashamed. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked back up at the garage. There was a thought... “Hey. If you’re still in the mood for some fire, I’ve got something you might like,” you offered. Ernest’s brows furrowed in confusion, and you nodded toward your garage, your smile growing just slightly when he fell into step beside you. “Y’know, my dad doesn’t really like me going into shady guy’s garages,” Ernest hummed, stepping past the garage door as if to make a point. “Sound advice. Good thing I’m not that shady,” you chuckled, mimicking Ernest’s skeptical look and throwing it back at him. “We’re neighbors with Robert, arguably the shadiest dude around. I’m comparatively way less shady. No offense to Robert. Now come check this out.” Ernest rolled his eyes, but did as instructed, stepping up to the large slice of walnut set up on sawhorses. The round of wood still had its bark attached to its edges, and black flecks were spread across the piece, shading in the image of a pair of crows perched on a gnarled branch, almost lifelike in their detail. “O… kay. What am I looking at?” he asked, arching a brow. “Like, not that it’s not cool, but… um?” You couldn’t keep the chuckle back, setting the sparkler bomb on your workbench and you pulling your lighter from your pocket. “What you’re looking at, Ernest, is best known as gunpowder painting,” you hummed, tossing up the lighter and catching it in your hand. Ernest’s expression changed from confused boredom to a level of fascination in a flash, his gaze darting up to your face. Tossing up the lighter once more, you caught it and held it out to the kid. “Care to do the honors?”

Ernest took the lighter, looking at the black flecks, and glancing warily back up at you before flicking the little device. Reaching out with a steady hand, he lit the end of the branch, watching with unbridled delight as the image went up in flames, each fleck of powder burning a small mark into the wood before going out quickly. You silently guided him back a step as the flames got higher, and for half a second, Ernest feared that the two of you might burn your garage down, until he noticed the sheet of metal you’d strung up from the garage rafters, protecting the wood. The kid laughed a little at the sight, and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. You knew Hugo had a fair bit of trouble with him, but he really was a good kid. He just needed a guiding hand.

Seconds later, the flames died, and the crows were burnt into the wood, beautiful and visually interesting. “That was so cool!” Ernest grinned brightly, reaching out to run his fingers over the burn marks. “Mind it- it’s still a little hot,” you warned, smiling as you moved to retrieve a container of walnut oil. “It’s a little more precise than a wood burning tool. Unlit gunpowder’s a bit more forgiving.” “Can we do another??” he asked, though his smile dimmed a bit when he saw the apologetic look you wore. “Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to give me a while - I’m out of powder. But I’ll tell you what - once I get this bad boy to Damien, I’ll get some more powder and a few pieces of wood, and you can make your own piece, how’s that sound?”

“Seriously?”

"Hey, have I ever gone back on my word?" You asked, looking out at the cul-de-sac. The sun had begun it’s descent to the western horizon, and soon the neighborhood would be lit up and golden. “How about we have a fire? Then I can keep an eye on you till your dad gets back, and you can burn some stuff.” “I don’t need a babysitter.” Ernest rolled his eyes, but he didn’t snap the words at you, so you didn’t think he was annoyed enough to stomp off. “But you do like burning things,” you shrugged, moving toward the old fridge you’d pushed up beside the door leading into the house. “You’re welcome to a soda, if you want one.” Plucking up a small plastic cooler, you grabbed a container of kerosine, intending to squirt a little on your fire pit to get it started. When you reached for your lighter, and found it missing, it appeared instead by your face, held out by a kid who looked to be trying desperately to appear as if he wasn’t interested. A smile tugged at your lips, and you took the offered lighter. “Thanks, kiddo.” Ernest shrugged, sitting in one of the lawn chairs before standing and scooting it closer to the fire pit. You noticed a can in his hand and your grin widened. Once the fire was lit, you pulled out a can for yourself and sat in the other chair, sighing softly as you relaxed. 

“Man, you’re so much cooler than Hugo,” Ernest groaned, leaning back on his chair. You winced in sympathy for your neighbor, carding a hand through your hair. “Hey, your dad is very cool,” you insisted, earning a look that clearly asked if you were serious. “I mean it! Just because he’s more reserved and cautious than I am, doesn’t mean that he’s not cool. He’s just… Hugo is more or less the Jamie to my Adam.” Ernest looked at you blankly and you sighed, shaking your head. “Look. Hugo’s your dad. I’m not. Hugo’s the one who has to be responsible for you - It’s not any more fun being the parent that has to be responsible all the time than it is being the kid being told what to do. Your dads have been divorced how long now?”

“... year and a half,” Ernest muttered, looking uncomfortably into his soda can.

“Exactly. That’s not a lot of time to find a proper balance between Fun Supportive Dad and Authoritarian Dad. My spouse died when Amanda was still a kid, so I’ve had most of her life to figure it out and get it right, and I still don’t get it right all the time. 

“Your dad doesn’t like to do anything hastily, and I like to do everything incredibly hastily. So therein you have the dichotomy of our patterns,” you hummed, picking up your soda and taking a swig. “There’s a difference between being a good dad and a good parent. They’re not mutually exclusive, but it’s hard to strike a balance. Good parents make sure you’re eating healthy and getting good grades and learning the right lessons. Good dads… hm. Good dads…"

You trailed off, seeing out of the corner of your eye how Ernest was looking at you. Nervous, but thoughtful. Pensive. You shook your head, deciding to try another explanation.

"Okay, stop me if I start to sound patronizing."

"Kay," he agreed, seeming to brace himself. You took a deep breath, hoping beyond hope that you could word this right.

"Hugo is a single parent now. He's so emotionally invested in, and drained by, raising you right, that he doesn't have the energy to do the fun stuff that you get to do with your other dad. 

"Your other dad? He's probably more like me. But he gets to see you on the weekends. Hugo has you all week during the school year. He's the one who has to… to make sure you get up on time, to make sure you get your homework done. And because Hugo does that, your other dad doesn't have to worry about it, so he can focus on taking you fun places and doing cool stuff with you, the way I do. There's no doubt in my mind that Hugo would love to encourage a safe level of pyromania, or go to events with you, but he's busy making sure you have the capacity to be a functional adult when the time comes.”

"Okay, I… I see your point. But it's not like I'm asking him to spend time with me and my friends, or- or go to a concert with me,” he didn’t emphasize the point, but you still caught the jab. You hadn’t been able to convince Hugo to let him come to that concert with you and Lucien, and you had been worried that he was a little bitter about it. “I mean - that stuff might be nice if he wasn’t so lame. I just want him to let me do stuff with my friends. Like, trust me once in a while, y’know?” “Okay. I know how this is gonna sound, but… you gotta prove he can trust you. Kiddo, you’re a pyro in the making, and that can be scary for a parent. You gotta show him that you’re smart enough to be trusted with safety stuff. Same with school stuff, same with friend stuff. The more good decisions you make, the more he’ll trust you to make more good decisions.” Ernest sighed. Not exactly exasperated, but not exactly resigned either. “I know it’s not easy, but you don’t have to get it right away,” you assured gently, taking another swig of your soda. “And you can still do stupid dangerous shit sometimes, because stupid dangerous shit is fun and ridiculous and I know you’re never gonna fully stop.”

Your talk with Ernest lasted a lot longer than you expected, the western sky had dulled from cool blue to a soft violet once the sun sank below the horizon, and stars began to fleck the sky. You weren’t sure when the kid dozed off, but when you looked over at him, his face had gone slack and peaceful. You silently thanked the powers that be that he’d put his can in the cupholder. A flash of movement caught your eye, and you craned your neck to the side of the house, spotting a familiar figure poking his head around the corner.

“Hugo, hey,” you greeted, waving him over. The teacher tentatively made his way across the lawn, standing just behind your chair to the side opposite Ernest. “I was just coming by to ask if you’d seen him,” he confessed awkwardly, looking at his son. “He’s been here since about noon, when I stopped him from blowing up Joseph’s bins,” you grinned. Hugo gave a soft groan, rubbing his face in exasperation. “MC, I’m so sorry-” “No, don’t be! We had a great time,” you assured, giving him a grin. “I showed him my new piece, and we had a chat.” Hugo frowned curiously, but nodded, and ran a hand through his hair. You offered him a soda and he took it, seemingly without thinking “Once I get the supplies, I told him we could do some gunpowder painting. You should join us.” Hugo very nearly choked on his soda.

“Relax, it’s all very safe,” you promised, laughing softly as he recovered. “I showed him the piece I was making for Damien and he seemed interested. Might be a good outlet for the firestarter tendency.” “I see. I don’t know if I…” “Just give it a shot? It might be something fun for you guys to do together.”

Hugo gave pause, looking between you two, and you smiled when he nodded after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll… I'll think about it,” he agreed. Smiling, you leaned over, gently shaking Ernest’s arm. “Kiddo. C’mon, time for you to head home.” Ernest grunted, half asleep even as he pushed out of his chair. Hugo moved to place a hand on his back, and either from sheer tiredness or some shade of incredible wakefulness, he didn’t push out of Hugo’s grip. “Thank you, MC.” “Anytime. I’ll let you know when I get more powder, kay, Ernest?”

The teen nodded, allowing Hugo to guide him back out of the yard. You really hoped you hadn’t gone too far today. You wanted good things for your neighbors, and you wanted to help them however you could. Hopefully you could do that without overstepping. You sighed softly, looking up at the stars spattered across the night sky and the cinders that rose from the fire. Hopefully you could help without anyone getting burned.

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[sdvmilk]

You need ideas? How about some crossover ideas? How do you think Robert and Shane would react to eachother? Bonus- Damien and Elliot as well (Or robert meeting Elliot) So many possibilities.....

oh BOY

1. robert and shane would each think the other was an absolute asshole. the similarities between them would make robert in particular very uncomfortable; i’m pretty sure robert is older than shane, and shane would most likely remind him of a younger version of himself. meanwhile, shane would be annoyed by robert’s cryptic nonsense- he doesn’t like people who aren’t straight-forward about what they mean and who they are, and not knowing whether or not robert is telling the truth during his stories etc would drive him nuts.

they might manage to get along once they’re both getting clean and shane is less abrasive (because robert would not be interested in talking to someone who basically says ‘fuck off’ when you first meet him), but they’d probably need to meet through a mutual friend in order to get along at all.

2. damien and elliott would be a little awkward around one another at first. elliott is pretentious and eccentric, but he’s fairly modern about it all things considered, and damien’s old-fashioned-ness would throw him for a loop at first. he would likely feel like he was being outmatched in some way until damien started charming the absolute pants off of him- and damien would feel like elliott didn’t like him until he realised elliott had begun subtly flirting with him.

then, of course, they start exchanging handwritten letters. it takes a long time for either of them to let the other read anything they’ve written - elliott is critical of fanfiction as a genre at first, but listens when damien explains to him why it’s a valid form of writing - but once they do, they have a lot of fun with it. excellent boyfriend material 20/20.

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[multi-lia]

Yaaay! Someone else who does Ddadds headcanons! Could i get some for Hugo or Damian please??

Yay! I’m not sure how many other blogs are out there writing content for this game, but I’m happy to assist

I decided to only do Hugo because of the bad case of the flu I have caught, but I’m also very excited to write for him. Thank you for requesting him and if you’d like me to do Damien headcanon, I’d love to do it!

Hugo Relationship HC

Gender Neutral

~BIG.TIME.ART.NERD

~Not only for the history, but for the art itself

~Will take you to all the art galleries/museums in the area

~If he happens to take you to an art gallery, you need to help control his urges because he wants to buy it all

~He’ll still end up taking home at least two pieces of fine art and they look nice, but hugo baby your wallet

~He has the habit of pulling you to every art piece he finds appealing (which is damn near all of them), but he’ll allow you the time to admire the art pieces by yourself if you’d like

~He can take really outstanding aesthetic selfies in art museums

~I live in NorCal and if you’re ever in the SF area hit up the Museum of Ice Cream, it’s great for taking pictures for insta anyways...

~Hugo will love it if you’re into wrestling, he won’t stop loving you if you’re not, but it’s an added bonus for him

~If you can find any rare wrestling artifacts and gift them to him, he’d be beyond appreciative and excited

~The big, goofy smile that spread across his face as he carefully places it in his wrestling room is the most adorable thing in the world.

~He will love to wrestle with you, clothes or no clothes 😏

~Hugo owns like so much tea

~He’s got it all: black tea, green tea, chai, white tea, oolong tea, earl grey tea, matcha, hibiscus, chamomile, lemongrass... huff yeah the man has an obsession

~Seriously doesn’t know what to do with all of it and will need your help finishing some of the tea he’s collected over the years

~So, expect many nights where he’ll brew you both some tea and read some exceptional books together

~You guys will usually lay in bed during this time, but you may also be in the living room

~Godspeed my friend for trying to get along with Ernest (sadly why does Ernest remind me of myself when I was like an edgy 14 yr old Y I K E S)

~Actually Ernest is more is easy to get along with, that is if you’re more on the chill side

~Don’t try to be another ‘Hugo’ when it comes to trying to parent Ernest: just let the relationship grow naturally and Ernest will come around eventually

~When you, Hugo and Ernest are able to bond all together it will make Hugo’s day!

~He’ll damn near cry at the sight of Ernest having fun with you

~These times are often shared at arcades, an amusement park, movies, or in the comfort of your home

~Hugo loves to book those couple activities to do with you

~Y’know the couple cooking class, couple dancing class, couple painting class... things of those nature are so fun for you both

~Not only are you guys learning something new, you guys are learning it together and enjoying each other’s company

~Especially enjoys the couple painting class and will gladly help you if you’re having trouble

~Hugo will make sure to get some alone time with you and this alone time is always accompanied by great wine and music

~It’s a romantic night filled with laughs, dancing, full bellies and pure happiness

~Hugo’s eyes convey the most sensual, heated love for you

~You’d have no doubts about how much he was infatuated with you

~He’d spin you around and whisper all the literature quotes he knew that conveyed heartfelt love, throwing in his own quotes that he’s written especially for you

~ “Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”

~““The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.”

~ “I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

~“I want to show you how to blossom

And I want you to show me how to grow

Our souls will become one

And our love will be planted

For others to admire, but most importantly for us to remember.”

~You both will then usually be entranced by the night, your body against his and the heat of the alcohol affecting him

~Sweet nothings in your ear that make your knees feel weak

~These nights weren’t a daily thing, but every time they came, it was better than the last

~Hugo showed you great care and respect. He was deeply in love with you and wanted to bring you with him for all the journeys to come.

That’s all I have. Thank you so much for your request and I again apologize to those who have been waiting on requests.

Quotes: 1. Aristotle

2. Jalaluddin Rumi

3. Pable Neruda

and the last one was written by yours truly!

Requests are temporarily closed 💫🚨

~Lia’s Work

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[dreamdaddy-imagines-blog]

Jealous/Obsessive Craig!

He sees you again..

For the fourth time in two days, he’s caught you watching TV with Amanda. Twice he’s seen you head outside to check the mail. Three times, he’s seen you tell Amanda to have a nice day. So many little counters are running in his head. It’s all filled up with you, and you alone.

You’re everything in the world to him. You’re you. You’re the one who stuck with the hot mess he was all throughout college, and he hasn’t lost an ounce of his affection. As a matter of fact, he gained it. Even since you moved into the little cul de sac, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. He admitted to himself in college that he loves you. Now, he’s come to terms with the fact that he adores you in every possible fashion. 

A switch had been flipped inside him. A switch that he never thought anyone would manage to flip. He’s turned away from focusing on exercise and coaching the twins. He’s been distracted with you. “When should I ask them out?” “Do they feel the same about me?” “Is it normal to be this invested in them?”

His workaholic attitude has been stripped away from him. melted off of his brain like it was nothing. It was nothing. You are everything. 

Now he sees you again.

It’s the middle of the night, and someone had pulled up to the front of your house.

Robert. Again.

You went with him. WHY did you go with him? Are you two in a secret relationship? Is he hitting on you?

No matter what the cost, Craig would make you hate Robert with every fiber of your being. He would make you hate everyone else in the universe if it meant he would have your undivided attention and love. 

He loves you, and he’s not letting go of that fact.

Suggested by: @thequeerager14

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[ddaddsimagines]

Requests are now open!

After a long time dwelling on it, I’ve finally decided to re-open the ask box to requests! The old asks were cleared, and if an ask of your’s was never answered, please send it again!

The links are here - about | tags

I hope I can do this as well as I did before <33

#ddadds #dream Daddy #ddadds imagines #mod echo #not an imagine

[sportafreddie]

Imagine that in this world, everyone is born with their soulmate’s signature on their chest. Imagine that some people have several soulmates. Some people might lose their soulmate because of death or meeting someone else and gaining their signature instead of the old one or by simply growing apart (having a person’s signature is no guarantee for happiness!). 

Now, imagine you (MC/Dadsona) used to have your spouse’s signature, but now it has faded away, since the spouse died. Imagine moving to the cul-de-sac, where you meet all the other dads.

Imagine waking up one morning, to find your chest covered in seven different signatures. A few are illegible, but some, you recognise. Hugo, Damien, Brian- The concept of having more than one soulmate is not unheard of, but seven at once? Understandably, you are shocked. Maybe scared, too. There are, after all, one-sided soul bonds too.

So you don’t say anything. You notice the other dads growing closer to each other - Hugo and Damien seem to be openly dating, Robert and Craig hang out a lot - so you wonder whether they found each other and you’re just the odd one out. It’s making you sad, and you are even less outgoing than usual (a rejected soul bond, even if they don’t actually know, always hurts).

Until one day Amanda drags you along to Joseph’s barbeque. You don’t really intermingle and keep to yourself, and the other dads notice, but you answer their questions if you are fine with a half-hearted smile and assurances. 

Imagine, then, that you’re searching for a quiet corner and- You bump into someone. They pour soda all over you. Before you can really protest, Craig has pulled your shirt off so they can get you something dry. Everyone freezes. Your signatures.

You don’t know what to say and seriously consider hiding, but your feet won’t co-operate, and suddenly someone is hugging you, and then there are more people joining in, until all seven of the dads are holding you close. They all look so happy. 

That’s when you find out they all have each other’s marks as well, yours included. They only didn’t recognise it, because your handwriting is horrible. You were what’s missing.

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[gildedp0ppy]

If requests are open, can we have some good ol’ obsessive/possessive Dream Dads hcs? If you’re not comfortable writing that, that’s perfectly fine and I apologize!

Oh fuck yeah. It's currently 11:52 PM and I am probably sick out of my shit but that's not gonna stop me.

Is it ok if I do just a few to start? Tomorrow, I'll work on editing in the others. 💕

🍺Robert🍺

-Somehow, in my opinion, I could see this.

-He can tend to be emotional and sometimes he'll use that to keep you with him.

-If you do leave, however, sometimes he'll lose it.

-Constant pleas for you to not leave, for you to stay with him, for you to be with him forever.

-As far as possessive? Oh boy. He is always clinging to some part of you, whether it be holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist/shoulder.

-Anyone tries to flirt with you? Oh boy, if looks could kill, that person would be dead.

🦇Damien🦇

-Ok, if he was obsessive, I'm thinking it would be cute,,

-Lots of letters. So. Many. Goddamn. Letters.

-He's constantly checking in to make sure you're ok and asking if you want to go out on another date.

-Always holds your arm in public, whether it be possessive or obsessive Damien.

-Possessive Damien is something else entirely. Absolutely will scare the shit out of someone who flirts with you.

🛥Joseph🛥

-He is constantly baking things for you and is always holding your hand.

-He absolutely adores you to the point where it becomes obsessive.

-He has 100% stolen one of your hoodies/jackets on a date (with your permission) and just smelled it lovingly.

-Hoo boy, possesive Joseph? CULT ENDING ANYONE?

-Oh lord can this youth minister be scary while talking to people who flirt with you.

-Vague threats but nothing too bad. At least, while people are watching.

-He absolutely loves to tell you how you're his after intimate times.

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[cassius-the-kitten]

Sleeping Headcanons - (DDADDS x Reader)

I know this is going to be a lot different than what I usually post, but I've always kinda wanted to do headcanons\imagines, so here you go.

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Pairings: Brian Harding x Reader, Hugo Vega x Reader, Mat Sella x Reader, & Robert Small x Reader.

Brian Harding

has a very easy time getting to bed, though has a harder time getting out of it.

he goes to sleep Early at like 8-9 PM, and wakes up sometime between 6 AM or 7 AM. Usually wakes up at 3-4 AM if he’s fishing in the morning.

he has multiple alarms set, because sometimes they don’t wake him up. hell, sometimes even YOU can’t wake him up. only Daisy knows the secret tip to waking him up on time

please note that the entire time you’re trying to wake him up for work, you are Trapped in his arms and he Will Not let you go until he’s awake.

Brian doesn’t move in his sleep. not an inch. he’s also always going to be the big spoon. you better hope you don’t have to get up for Any reason in the middle of the night, or else you are screwed

he has never had insomnia a day in his life, and he will do everything in his power to try and relieve yours. he will try his best to get any sleeping aids that you are remotely interested in, and will even do some solo research on his own when he has the time

depending on the position, he snores. loudly. enjoy your ear plugs. you will need them.

this man can and will fall asleep to anything and everything. including but not limited to: jackhammers, airplanes, Maxwell’s barking, and the sound of you watching stuff on your phone while he’s asleep

will sleep in any position, he really doesn’t mind as long as he can cuddle you.

beware, you will either need a fan by the bed, or one of those cooling beds, because he is WARM

he usually sleeps in a tank top and boxers, or on especially hot days, just boxers. if it’s cold, then he might put on a t-shirt. please never let him put on a sweater, you will die of heatstroke.

he has a tendency to underestimate how hot he gets with cuddling since he’s used to it at this point, so you’re gonna have to remind him that yes, he is that warm and no, he should NOT wear a sweater to bed even though it’s winter.

Hugo Vega

Hugo fucking LOVES bedtime.

the second his head touches the pillow, he is instantly transported to a realm of bliss. he likes basking in that until his body eventually drifts off to sleep

he has two alarms in the morning — the second one is just in case he doesn’t wake up. he also has a third alarm named Ernest.

Ernest refuses to take the bus and needs Hugo to keep driving him to school. also Ernest usually needs help getting ready because dear god that kid is a disaster sometimes

if you get up before Hugo and help Ernest get ready for school, he’s instantly gonna start thinking of marrying you. mainly because it’s Really hard to get Ernest out of bed, let alone up and ready for school. if you make it easy, then that means Ernest Really likes you

Hugo always reads before bed, and if you’re trying to fall asleep while he reads, he’ll gladly read to you until you fall asleep. it’s kind of second nature to him.

he used to read 2 stories to Ernest every night when Ernest was little, mostly because Ernest has always had some sleeping problems (and still does). obviously Ernest doesn’t let Hugo read to him anymore, but if you let Hugo read to you, then he’ll be really happy about it

Hugo used to do those meditation things before sleep, but mostly because his ex used to do them. if you do them, then he’ll gladly follow along

a relatively warm sleeper, so you will probably need a fan or one of those cooling beds, but he’s nowhere near as warm as Brian is

he’s also pretty quiet in his sleep. also has the tendency to turn and move a little in his sleep, though he remains on his side the whole time because he’s a side sleeper

you know that one video of the boyfriend holding his girlfriend, and the girlfriend holding their (big) dog, all in bed together, where the boyfriend turns over and the girlfriend and dog go with him because he’s still holding onto them? Hugo does that to you (and Duchess Cordelia). every night.

Mat Sella

Mat likes bedtime very much, and he’s usually fully asleep by 10 PM. he gets up bright and early at 7:00 AM, sometimes a little earlier if there’s an event going on at the Coffee Spoon so he has extra time to prepare.

relatively light sleeper, so just hope that you or Carmensita don’t have to get snacks in the middle of the night. because he Will know, and he will probably ask for a few before he tries going back to sleep

he’s also a Very quiet sleeper, and sometimes you’ll probably wonder if he’s actually asleep or not due to how quiet he is

he always has sleep sounds playing when he goes to bed, it lulls him right to sleep. his favorites are rain (but not thunderstorms) and whale noises. sometimes he just plays white noise

sometimes Mat also needs earplugs, but he’s scared of not waking up to his alarm. even though every time he has worn earplugs to bed, he still wakes up to his alarm without issue. His second alarm is named Carmensita

he has a weighted blanket that he’s had for a few years since Rosa passed and he Loves it dearly

he’s a bit cuddly and doesn’t tend to move too much in his sleep, so once you pick out a cuddling position to sleep in, he’s staying put until he wakes up. he usually sleeps on his side or his back

if you and him end up getting a cat, then prepare to have some attention stolen from you, because he IS cuddling with that cat. the only thing you can hope for is if the cat decides to cuddle you instead of him, or if the cat prefers sleeping at the foot of your bed

a surprisingly cool sleeper, so no worry of overheating (unless you are a very warm sleeper, in which he will probably call you his oven)

if you sleep in one of his shirts, he will Swoon. if you’re his size or bigger, chances are that he’ll ask nicely to wear one of your shirts to sleep so you can basically trade clothes

Robert Small

we all know this man has got some insomnia going on

it doesn’t help that he’s (kind of) a light sleeper, and has the tendency to wake up in the middle of the night.

he tends to snore, but not as much as you’d think.

in short, Robert doesn’t really like going to sleep. but he starts to like it once he knows that he can cuddle you.

like Brian, Robert WILL trap you in cuddles the second you get into bed. you cannot escape now. if anything, take it as a blessing because if you have to sleep anytime before 12 AM, Robert is in bed with you, and you will be the Only reason that he is in that bed.

instead of being in a cold, lonely bed with his thoughts and vices, Robert will have you in his arms. if he can’t fall asleep, then he’s just going to enjoy watching you sleep. and he enjoys it a lot.

speaking of cuddles, Robert is going to be the big spoon 90% of the time. that, or he’s going to pick a position where he can watch your face as you sleep.

also, Robert does the same thing that Hugo does, where if he turns in his sleep, you’re coming with him. he refuses to let go of you.

if you leave bed for 10 seconds, he’s awake. you try swapping yourself out with Betsy one time to not trigger him to wake up, but it doesn’t work.

sometimes he ends up waiting for you outside the bathroom like a bored dog. that or he follows you to the kitchen and bothers you until you come back to bed. he will not hesitate to pick you up and STEAL you

if You also have any amount of insomnia or just like to stay up late, you’ll be giving Robert plenty of company. you’re either going to the bar or you’re going cryptid hunting.

on the nights where you and him are out, he’s usually so tired by the end of them that he doesn’t even shower before bed. he just collapses into bed, usually with his jacket still on, and falls right to sleep

he’s a surprisingly cool sleeper. cool enough to where you might actually need a heater to deal with it

he’s a bit opposed to using sleeping aids even though he knows he should use them — but if you use them, chances are he might try them. unless it’s guided meditation.

he secretly really enjoys falling asleep to asmr and thunderstorms

one day you get him a weighted blanket and his sleep starts to improve. he enjoys the deep pressure and the comfort it provides, but he still always wants to cuddle

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[malexmalereader]

Brian Harding x Male!Reader - Sugar

A/N: I'm a slut for dream daddy and always ready to write for my second favourite Dad! (The first one being Robert Small, who's been my main hoe since 2017)

Thanks to anon for the request! These are just bullet points, sorry that I couldn't find the energy to write a whole oneshot!

- You were just baking gingerbread in the kitchen with the girls when Brian came back from work

- the gingerbread probably for a Christmas bakesale at Daisy's school

- the compliment from Brian's side was bound to let a fight free:

- He dipped a finger in the batter, tasted it and immediately had to tell you "Well, this tastes sweet, but I'd say you're even sweeter"

- you looked at him, ready to one up him

- Amanda had playfully rolled her eyes at Brian's first compliment, but seeing the fighting spirit in your eyes made her panic

- Daisy didn't seem to catch on when Amanda looked at her with fear filled eyes.

- "Well, Honey-", you begin, eyeing him up and down

- "This being gingerbread I'd say it's sweet like you, not like me.", you smile, running a hand through his hair and beard.

- Amanda groans in agony

- Daisy scrunches up her nose

- Once Brian throws another compliment at you they'll probably stop helping you bake and flee to the Sella's house

#dream daddy #headcanons #imagine #dream daddy imagine #brian harding #daisy harding #dream daddy amanda #brian harding x male!reader #brian harding x reader #ddadds #dream daddy x reader

[betsyandmaxwellandduchessohmy]

reactions (if you like?) from all the daddies where dadsona is datin damien, and is super sunny and brightly colored/beachy all the time. someone jokingly says 'look, a merman and a vampire!', and dadsona turns around with this wide, fanged grin, and says "Damien is human, actually."

((I have seen the post this ask is based on and I love it to pieces and I love this ask to pieces thank you so much for sending it my way. I left most of ‘em kinda vague about whether or not dadsona actually a merman or a vampire, because I’m super here for fangy mermen, but the irony of a pastel/summery vampire is not lost on me.))

~

Joseph immediately smiles wider, but in that tense, wide-eyed way where you can tell he’s afraid. For all the supernatural romance out there these days, he’s not unfamiliar with the fact that vampires started out as something unholy. He nods slowly to himself as he absorbs that because??? That shouldn’t be hot???? 

Brian stops for a minute, then bursts into deep belly laughs. He tries to assure whoever made the comment that you’re quite the prankster. It’s not until a week later when he sees you doing something legit spooky that he starts to wonder if you’re actually something a little more than human.

Craig just kinda laughs at the horrified expression of whoever made the comment. You can’t hide much from someone you shared a tiny dorm with, so of course he found out. Whether you were intentionally obvious or he actually figured you out is up for furious debate, but he’s glad to see you’re so much more open about it now. He’s had years to build up a collection of puns and has been waiting for a chance to use them!

Robert takes a moment of pause, swiftly followed by white hot jealousy. His one chance to get with an actual cryptid, and he missed it! Why? Because of stereotypes. He vows never to judge a monster by their dress again. But instead of throwing a bitch fit about not getting to fuck a monster, he asks questions at a million miles a minute. Sheer willpower keeps his fingers out of your mouth, but he can’t stop staring at your teeth. He’s got new questions every time you guys meet up after that

It takes every ounce of courage Mat has to not take a step back. He doesn’t really consider himself afraid of monsters, but most of the time, it’s pretty safe to assume that they’re not real. Seeing how freaked he is, you and Damien take him aside and reassure him that you’re not out to hurt him or anyone else, and if you had been, you probably would’ve done by now. 

Hugo blinks in surprise, but keeps quiet and moves along. You think, at first, that either he thinks he misheard you, or he already knew. But he finds an appropriate time to pull you aside and ask you all his questions, because while he doesn’t really believe in monsters, but he has read Dracula/Hans Christian Anderson’s Little Mermaid, and is fascinated by the concept that either book could have more of a basis in reality.

Damian smiles a bit shyly and leans happily into you, murmuring that you needn’t show off, darling, you’ll scare the poor fool, and you chuckle and nuzzle into him with a soft laugh. You don’t care if you scare them. The most wonderful man in the world was looking up at you like you hung the moon in the sky for him, and oh, you would’ve brought it down if he asked, and the whole world could fear you and you wouldn’t care, so long as he remained unafraid. You peck him on the cheek and he goes bright red, scolding you halfheartedly. You’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth, and Damien was the sweetest thing you’d ever sampled.

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[after-hour-writings]

How the dads act while flustered and what causes it.

Robert : This man has perfected his skills in hiding his emotions over the year. All that work seemingly went down the drain after he started dating you though. All you would have to do is give this man a genuine compliment and a kiss on his hand and he would have to turn his head in the hopes that you wouldn’t notice the blush on his cheeks. Its useless though, his ears always give it away. This man has gone a long time without this type of tenderness and it will take him a while to get used to it again.

Damien: He can't help the goofy smile that takes over his face every time you compliment him. Your compliments always seem to come out of nowhere and catch him off guard. He could be doing something as mundane as putting on his make up for the day and you would suddenly find a way to praise him for his skills. It's really becoming a problem that he has to stop what he's doing just to hide his flustered laughter into his palm.

Mat: Nervous laughter. That seems to be the reaction he can never stop, no matter how hard he tries. Most of the time he can stop the huge smile from taking over his face by biting his lips, but there's always a small up turn of the lips no matter what. Surprisingly his blush is very subdued. Sneak kisses and hugs are a guaranteed way to get him to react the most. He will always return the affection as best as he can while trying to stop giggling.

Craig: A blinding smile would take over his face, but you can always see a hint of a blush on his cheeks. This man is like a huge puppy. All you would have to do to get this man to melt is to just acknowledge all the work he does. Praise him for being a good father and friend and he would almost start crying. He likes to know that his efforts are being appreciated. He would retaliate by giving you a crushing hug.

Joseph: His eyes would widen and a small 'oh' would escape past his lips before he could stop it. Innuendos are a sure fire way to get this man blushing all the way up to his ears. He would have to collect himself for a moment before slapping you on the arm weakly and telling you to stop it. The blush will remain on his face for a while though.

Hugo: Run your fingers through his hair while he's resting his head on your lap. This man is so stressed and can't help the moan that passes his lips every time you do it. Neither of you really know if the following blush is from the embarrassment the noise causes or just the action itself, but you don't particularly care. This man is touch starved and can't resist your pampering after a long work day.

Brian: He just laughs and rubs the back of his head after you get him. Cheesy pickup lines are always a great choice if you want this man as red as his hair. His solution to getting flustered is to fight fire with fire. Soon you both are using the worst pick up lines on each other until you either run out of them or are too busy laughing to continue. The real victims here are Amanda and Daisy who have to put up with you two.

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[multi-lia]

If your still doing headcanon of dream daddy how about Hugo finding and helping a Werewolf Robert. If possible 😊🐺

I want to say sorry beforehand because I don’t think I’m the best at writing werewolf AU, but I tried my hardest. I wrote a short story for background on how Hugo found werewolf!Robert and then some headcannons on him taking care of him. I hope that’s okay.

Hugo finding and helping werewolf!Robert

Decided to go with a Robert gif, hope you guys don’t mind.

Hugo wasn’t that close to Robert as he was the other dads in the cul-de-sac, but he knew something was up with him. He just got the nagging feeling, he needed to keep a closer eye on him.

One night, it was late, past 1 a.m. Hugo had been up grading tests and Ernest was in his bedroom hopefully asleep, but mostly likely on his phone. Hugo had happened to be looking out the window to see Robert getting into his car. This became a daily thing and Hugo knew he was out doing something. He wanted to get to the bottom of it. So, he decided to tail his car. It was an 8th wonder of the world how Hugo wasn’t caught by Robert, but he was able to actually see where Robert was going on these night drives and what he was doing

They were in a wooded area. Robert got out of his car and proceeded to walk into the woods. Hugo knew Robert would come out here at times to think or whittle, but couldn’t he just do that in the comfort of his truck. For a minute, Hugo thought of just turning his car around. That was until...

“... what the fuck was that?” Hugo had heard something he could only describe as inhuman.

It sounded like the cross of a human screaming and some sort of howling sound. Yeah, Hugo was sure he had shit himself, he didn’t know what to do. Then he heard a sound akin to a dog whimpering, but the sound was much deeper.

Hugo took a few deep breaths before he grabbed a flashlight from his glovebox and proceeded to get out of his car. This was dangerous, that ‘sound’ could’ve been anything, but he knew Robert was out there and he had to make sure he was okay. So, he set off in the direction that Robert went off in. He had been walking for at least 20 minutes, calling out Robert’s name, but there was no answer. He was about to turn around, figuring Robert had already left, when his flashlight highlighted the crimson substance on one of the trees. It was blood... It took every bit of courage in Hugo not to turn back and run. But he wasn’t only scared for his life, Robert could’ve been out in these woods. He followed the blood trail for around 100 feet until he came across a... body? It was covered in dark, dense body hair akin to fur. But it also had the similar anatomy to a man. A hairy naked bleeding man. It seemed like it was shot through its shoulder and thigh. Most likely the work of a hunter. Hugo then moved the creature onto its back to get a closer look at what it was when...

“Robert? Is that you? No, it can’t be...” his words trailed off.

A face slightly covered in dense fur was turned to him, the features were unmistakably Robert. Hugo immediately lifted the man onto his back. He was heavy, but Hugo knew he had to get him out of here if Robert had any chance of surviving.

Hugo brings the man to his car and lays him out in the backseat. He takes a jacket he had in his car and rips the sleeves off of it to wrap it around Roberts wounds. As he is getting ready to jump in the drivers seat, a hand grabs his wrist. Sharp claws dig into Hugo’s flesh causing him to yelp in pain. He snaps his head in the direction of Robert to see his dark eyes staring up at him.

“Thank you.” His voice is harsh and deep. It sort of comes out as a hushed growl. It’s obvious that Robert is in pain and Hugo knows he needs to get him help. Robert’s clawed hand releases the grip he had on Hugo’s wrist and seemingly passes out. Hugo takes his chance to climb into the drivers seat and get the hell out of there.

~Hugo was frightened and bewildered at the situation he was placed in

~Robert was hurt yes and needed proper medical attention, but...

~Robert obviously wasn’t human, Hugo knew he couldn’t take him to the hospital

~He finally got to the cul-de-sac and was going to pull up into Robert’s driveway when he remembered that he needed a key

~Robert was naked and he doubted his key was anywhere on his person

~That meant...

~Hugo rushed Robert into his house, as quietly as possible to ensure not to alert the attention of Ernest

~He placed him on his bed and turned the lights on to get a better look at him, Robert seemed to still be passed out

~It looked like both the bullets had gone completely through him, meaning that there wasn’t any bullet fragments inside his body

~This was good news, all Hugo needed to do was make sure to stop the bleeding and dress the wounds appropriately to stop any infections

~Once that was done, he placed a blanket over Robert’s body and put some pain medication and a water bottle on the nightstand next to Robert for when he woke up

~Hugo was awake the entire night, watching television didn’t help the unnerving thoughts he was getting

~What if it was a mistake bringing him here? Ernest is only down the hall from Robert. What if he hurts Ernest or him? The anxiety made him sick to his stomach and kept him up all night

~He didn’t even realize how long he had been up until Ernest’s voice brought him out of his thoughts

~“Dad, what are you doing in the living room?”

~It was 7:00, if Hugo wasn’t so damn panicked, he would’ve told his son how proud he was that he got up on time, but he couldn’t say much

~He dropped Ernest off at school and went straight back home. He knew the ladies at the office weren’t going to like his last minute call in sick, but needed to take care of Robert

~When he got back home, he immediately checked up on Robert to see that he looked like he was back to normal

~No fur covering his body, no sharp claws, even the bullet wounds had healed to the point where they were just scratches

~Hugo knew what he had saw, he knew he wasn’t imagining things, but this was absurd

~He couldn’t explain any of it, but he didn’t have time to hypothesize. He ran a bath and put Robert onto his shoulder to get him into the bath

~It was only a few minutes until Robert woke up in the warmth and comfort of a bubble bath

~Hands we’re moving down his heated body rubbing the sweat, dirt, and blood off of him

~It was Hugo, who was doing this for him, rubbing his hands across his body gently to clean him

~Usually Robert wouldn’t be down for this, but his body was too sore and hurt like hell for him to want to fight back

~Plus, Hugo’s hands were comforting and it felt good to have some human contact

~“Robert, you awake?”

~“Yeah.”

~“I was worried about you, so I followed you into the woods. I know it wasn’t right, but I just wanted to know what was going on...” Hugo’s words trailed off as he looked into the eyes of Robert, he gulped, “you were hurt... shot two times. In the shoulder and thigh, but you’re okay now.”

~“Hugo, you don’t need to ask. I know what you’re thinking and you’re right.”

~“I am... you’re a superhero? Like the hulk?”

~“No, you dumbass, I’m a werewolf! For a teacher, you’re a fucking idiot you know that.”

~Hugo sat there stunned, a werewolf

~Robert was a werewolf, a handsome, husky man, but still a werewolf nonetheless!

~“I guess that does make more sense than being the furry version of the Hulk. When were you going to tell me?”

~Now it was Robert’s turn to look at Hugo, shocked

~“Why would I? I’m a fucking werewolf. I can’t just come out the closet as a creature most people don’t even believe exist.”

~Well, Robert was right, but it still didn’t settle well with Hugo. Robert was struggling... alone. He needed support

~“You’re right, but you still need someone you can lean on.”

~They shared a silent moment together. Their eyes staring deeply into each other’s. Robert’s lips parted to say something, but immediately turned his gaze elsewhere.

“Are you going to continue washing me or what?” On that note, Hugo continued to wash Robert’s body.

~Once he was all cleaned, Hugo brought him some pain medication and antibiotics to take. He also rubbed some ointment on his wounds that had healed to mere scratches.

~Hugo helped Robert out of the bath and gave him some clothes to wear.

~“Look, I appreciate you helping me out. You didn’t need to do all this, but you did. I really owe you one.”

~“It’s no problem. I’m happy I was there to find you and take care of you.”

~They shared another silent moment, before Robert laid his head on Hugo’s broad shoulder

~Hugo was a little surprised by this, but allowed Robert to lay there

~He ran his fingers through Robert’s graying hair and kissed the top of his head.

~“Robert, If you ever need help with anything, just call me.”

~Robert let out a soft chuckle, “I know you’ll be there, but I think I’ll be okay. Being what I am, I can’t let you get any closer to me. This is for me to figure out.”

~“You won’t hurt me. I know this is your problem, but—.”

~“I can and will. I mean look at your wrist. I know I did that to you and I could do a lot more. I’ve lived like this for a while, but sometimes I can’t handle my ‘urges.’ I’ll be okay.”

~Hugo takes the time to look at his bandaged wrist. He knew Robert was right.

~He helped Robert up and to the front door.

~“Are you sure—.”

~“Hugo!—” Robert’s face softened when he realized he had raised his voice, “I can walk to my house. You’ve already done enough.”

~And with that, Robert walked out the door and to his house

~Hugo stood there for a second, dazed and questioning if all this even happened

~He just had to trust Robert could take care of himself and was going to be more careful

~There was this odd tug at his heart he felt. Is it possible that he was starting to feel something for this man? Maybe, Robert was feeling the same tug at his heart...

That!Was!A!Lot! But I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for the request. I’m sorry this took so long to get out to you. This definitely tested my creativity and I’m happy you sent in a request like this. Not going to lie @wolf2009 I might make this into a series...

Requests are open✨🌈

~Lia’s Work

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[thedevilwritessometimes]

I’m now a multi fandom imagines blog

Yes yes it is true! I have decided to write for multiple fandoms now. (I also changed my username)

I will write for...

• Blue exorcist (obviously)

• Black Butler

• Gotham

• Death Note

• The Arcana

• Ghost hunt

• Dream daddy

• When the night comes

• What we do in the shadows (tv show and movie)

I think that’s it. So send in those requests (and anything else you wanna leave in my inbox, I don’t really care what ya send me just send me stuff(⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)). ✌︎

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[imagine-the-ddadds]

Update 1/13

Internal Screaming

Salutations my dad loving friends. Admin Heath may or may not be back from the dead.

I’ve had a very busy and stressful life and that’s why I’ve been neglecting this blog for so long. I’m in college this year so time is something I really need to manage and as much as I love DDADDS I need to prioritize school. ;_; However, I’m really hoping that I can get back to making imagine posts and maybe even start to share other DDADDS content on here. 

With love, 

Admin Heath

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