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infrxred · 6 months

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Damien Bloodmarch/M! Reader

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“Dad! Are you dead?!”

Is the first thing I hear when I open my eyes. I yawn and stretch my arms, propping myself up on my forearms to look around. I see my daughter, Amanda, in the far corner of my room. She seems to be touching around my vanity. I see her pull a few things from my drawers.

“Hey! Are you stealing my rings?”

I stumble out of bed in my drowsy state and I nearly fall flat on my face. I pick myself up and walk over to Amanda. She puts her hands up in defense as I approach her.

“Knew that’d get you out of bed. Freshen up, pops, let’s go to the mall.”

I never knew I’d get bossed around by my own kid until now. Or even allow it to happen, but I do. I comply with Manda’s demands and I get myself ready for the day.

I meet up with Amanda in my car and we begin driving. The scenery of Maple Bay was breathtakingly beautiful. It was much better than the loud city I had came from. I look over to Amanda who was texting rapidly on her phone. I rustle her hair a bit.

“So, whaddya think of the new neighborhood?”

“Dad, we’ve only been here a day.”

“Well..yeah, but we haven’t fully explored.”

“For good reason, you were totally winded when we got all the stuff in the house.”

“I am not as young as I used to be.”

I chuckle, looking back at the road occasionally to reaffirm that I’m not about to crash.

“You have any friends yet?” I tease.

“Do you?”

She counters with a smug expression. I raised her well.

“Of course I do there’s uhm..”

Shit.

What was that guy’s name? Christian dude. Creepy twins. Hottie Mclovely. He brought a plate of cookies the other day..

“Justin..?”

She erupts with laughter and I sulk in my seat. My face reddens, knowing I completely butchered it.

“Wasn’t his name Joseph?”

“Yeah I obviously knew that I was..I was testing you, to see how well you know our neighbors. Congrats, you passed.”

I pull into the parking lot of the mall. Amanda runs out of the car as if she’d been kidnapped and makes a beeline for the entrance. I jog over to her in a desperate attempt to catch up. I meet her by a pretzel stand and I heave, putting my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

“Where..where do ya wanna go, Manda Panda?”

I gasp for air dramatically in an attempt to embarrass Amanda. She only laughs at my behavior.

“You already know, pops.”

We walk over to Dead, Goth, and Beyond. I haven’t been in one of these stores since I was 16. Although when I walk in, it’s less loud and dark as it was a few years ago.

Amanda runs off into the t-shirt section before I could get a word in. I’m sure she can manage on her own. I awkwardly walk around, not sure where to go first.

I end up in the mug section and look at funny-looking cups alike. I browse a little more to gawk at the cheesy text. A certain mug catches my eye and not for the sake of comedic purpose. I see a beautiful ornate tea set. The careful floral details were magnificent. I step closer and I reach for it.

I feel the cold tea cup underneath my fingers, along with a warm sensation atop my hand. I look carefully and there’s a pale hand directly on mine. My eyes travel to the owner of the arm and I see a tall man standing beside me, probably reaching for the set as well. I step back for a moment, looking flustered.

“My apologies. I assume you were interested in this tea set as well?”

The man expresses politely.

“Yeah, I was..”

I trail off. God, why is this so awkward.

“Hmm..I see. Would you mind if I take it? It would look great alongside my collection.”

My head perks up at this. Come on, let’s be civil.

“Oh. I uh..sorry, but no? I was actually interested in this specific tea set. I mean, I haven’t got much..porcelain myself.”

I awkwardly explain, trying to stand my ground.

His eyes narrow at this as if he expected me to give it up instantly.

“Really now?” He hums. He looks like he’s holding back some words.

“Really.” I shift awkwardly in place.

“If you’re so interested in this piece, it should be safe to ask you what time period the detailing was inspired of, correct?” He asks, stepping closer to me.

I wasn’t prepared for trivia today. I rack my brain, thinking of any time period I learned in history class.

“..The..Baroque period..?” I answer hesitantly.

He smirks in a pretentious manner.

“Good guess. By the floral arrangements and color combinations, it’s most likely this work was inspired by the Victorian era in England.” He says, taking the tea set from my hands.

“Hey—“ I begin, but he retreats to the cash register before I can finish my sentence.

I sigh in defeat and walk around to find Amanda.

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Amanda finishes her mall-run and we drive back to our home. I pull into our driveway after a few minutes of driving, with Amanda blasting My Chemical Romance the entire way back.

I step out of the car and give Amanda the keys to the house. I walk over to the mailboxes in front of the cul-de-sac, where everyone had to go to access their mail. I fumble through my pockets to find the key to my mailbox.

I eventually find it and I reach to open my mailbox. Until I feel a hand on mine.

Please no.

I hesitantly look up and see the same man from the mall.

This day is going well. Totally.

I clear my throat and step back, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

He greets

“Probably. I just moved here, actually.”

I chuckle nervously.

He looks at me and moves his head with my eyes, trying to meet my gaze. He grabs my hand lightly which catches my attention, causing me to make eye contact with him. I blush slightly.

“Look, I would like to apologize for my behavior at the mall earlier. It was un-gentlemanly for me to grab the tea set from you and run off.”

He seems sincere, so I smile and nod my head.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it. You definitely deserve the tea set, I’m genuinely impressed by your knowledge on the subject.”

He smiles and his eyes light up, as if he had an idea.

“If you’d like, I’d be glad to have you over some time for tea? As a greeting to this neighborhood, of course.”

My eyes widen, but I’m grateful nonetheless.

“Oh. Yes, I would love to. Thanks for the invite..?”

I trail off, suggesting I’d want his name.

“Damien, Bloodmarch.”

“Right, Damien. I’ll find you later?”

“I look forward to it.”

We shake hands and I walk back to my house. I shut the door behind me and smile brightly like a teenage girl.

“Ooo~ Someone’s got a date?”

Amanda gawks while leaning against the windowsill.

“Were you spying on me?”

I put my hands on my hips, trying to act serious.

“Nuh uh. But aren’t you forgetting something, pops?”

I think for a moment and I fall silent.

“Amanda, are you making a joke? What could I be forgetting?”

“The mail.”

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HI THANK YOU FOR READING THIS ! I might write another part to detail the “date” but only if it’s demanded of me 😭

I apologize if there’s any grammatical errors, I don’t proofread my work which is a bad habit of mine, I don’t suggest picking it up— Expect to see a shit ton of DDADDS content on my page, I just got back into the game which is unfortunate..in a way.

#fanfic #ddadds #dream daddy #damien bloodmarch #male reader #damien bloodmarch/reader #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #fluff #amanda ann #dadsona #reader is dadsona

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average-dilf-enjoyer · 5 months

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MASTERLIST

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Kinktober Day 5 - You lose your virginity to Joel Miller (Smut, soft dom Joel, virginity kink, 2.7K words)

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Robert Small

Kinktober Day 1 - You masturbate- but not alone (Mutual masturbation, slight dubcon, 1.2K words)

Joseph Christiansen

Kinktober Day 4 - Joseph likes being called a certain name (Daddy kink, rough sex, anal, 0.9K words)

Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

Kinktober Day 3 - Bruno always did say his real gift was acting (Roleplay, consensual dubcon, PIV sex, 1.5K words)

Stardew Valley

Shane

Kinktober Day 2 - Shane always knows just what you need (Anal fingering, rimming, 1.2K)

Harvey

(Coming soon!!)

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anna1306 · 2 years

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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..."

#dream daddy #ddadds #dadsona #craig cahn #ddadds craig #craig x reader #craig cahn x reader #ddadds imagine #reader insert #x reader #male reader

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artsietango · 1 year

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Living the Dream Daddy - Chapter 2 is up now!

Chapter 2 for my alternate S tier ending fanfiction for Joseph/Dadsona is now uploaded! In this alternate ending, Joseph starts the divorce process with Mary while committing to the Dadsona. This chapter focuses on their weekend getaway to a beach, and how all of their feelings come back to a head.

Read Chapter 2: A Margaritaville State of Mind on AO3 here!

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scare-ard--sleigh · 1 year

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AND ALSO like yes infidelity is bad, do not do it, especially if you're a minister for fuck's sake but ahchddjej everyone made it sound like joseph and robert were fucking on the reg to the point where they were basically secretly together when it was. one night lmao.

#dream daddyblogging #like come ON .#i guess you could say that its possible joseph's full of shit when he says it was one night but given that its not referenced again that's #doubtful from a storytelling perspective. you can't embed lies in your story without providing some way for the reader to know they're lies #and judging from the fact that if dadsona fucks robert one (1) time you can't romance him; im inclined to believe j about it anyway #im sorry for being so annoying about this i just shdjdakdkdhdj its so hard to find content that doesnt villainize joseph when #i think it's actually more interesting to assume the most generous interpretation here.#but i am also a big sucker for characters who are convinced it's all circumstance when really they're making a mess of everything #and i also feel like so many people see infidelity and automatically assume that means the person doing it must not be #sympathetic or likeable AT ALL when reality is a lot more grey than that but that's not a discussion im willing to open #the christiansen mess

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cassius-the-kitten · 5 months

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General Headcanons (DDADDS x Reader)

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

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.

#ddadds #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #dream daddy #hugo vega #robert small #mat sella #brain harding #headcanons #x reader #general headcanons #game grumps #ddadds headcanons #ddadds imagines #dream daddy headcanons #dream daddy imagines

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karinyosa · 4 years

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not for me (not if it’s you) - damien bloodmarch x trans!reader

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23799571

wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/221979789-not-to-me-not-if-it%27s-you-ddadds

you help damien as he recovers from top surgery

there’s something about the way you sound it out that makes him listen. damien. day-mee-yan. damien damien damien. something in it is healing.

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multi-lia · 5 years

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If it's not too much trouble, could I request date night headcanons with the lovely Mr. Damien Bloodmarch?

You wouldn’t believe how much I slept on Damien’s character when DDADDS first came out, but now I’m giving him the appreciation he needs!

Gender Neutral

Date Night HC w/Damien Bloodmarch

~ I mean have you seen Damien’s dadbook profile

~“It's night. We are at an industrial darkwave club in Berlin. The music drums to the beat of our hearts.”

~But seriously, he actually doesn’t mind a more simple date night with you

~If you don’t currently live with him, then he loves to invite you over to his house for a date night

~In this case, you could have it in variety of places within his home (I mean have you seen his house)

~Damien prefers to have dates in his library

~His library brings both of you comfort. He loves to hold you and read your favorite book to you.

~If you do it for him, he’ll lay his head in your lap and purr if play with his hair

~Just play with his hair, it feels so good for him and it makes him feel great to be complimented on his hair

~“Damien, you must tell me your secrets, how do you make it shine like this? And it’s so incredibly smooth...”

~“I’d have to kill you if I were to tell you the secrets of my hair.”

~“Death is nothing to fear, if I can go to my grave having soft, silky hair like yours.”

~“You got me there.”

~He also likes dates in his garden if the weather is a little warmer

~Sipping on some tea and listening to slow music

~You’re going to find yourself dancing with Damien, his arm draped around your lower waist with your body pressed against his.

~Surprisingly really good at the waltz and swing dancing

~If you’re not too good at it, he’ll be happy to assist you in getting better at it

~“You’re footwork is... not very desirable, but that’s why I’m here to help.”

~“Way to ruin the moment, Damien.”

~“My love, I’m only being honest. If it makes you feel better your spin turns are beautifully graceful.”

~Also, you will make flower crowns for each other which brings another opportunity to play in his hair

~He loves his hair being braided, add in some flowers, and you got yourself a formula for the cutest goth dad you’ve ever seen

~Damien also thinks you look rather dashing with a flower crown

~“You look breathtaking, My Dear y/n.”

~On the chance that you do live with Damien, you’ll both probably want to get out

~Not saying that dates in the house are offlimits now, but he’s more likely wanting to take you out

~Damien will take you out to the fanciest restaurant he can find that still serves... “meals”

~I’m not sure if y’all have ever been to a fancy ass restaurant, but I swear some of them have very tiny portions of food like... what am I supposed to do with this ?

~Don’t even bother looking at the check, he will not allow you to pay for the meal. Ever.

~You may be able to tip, but he doesn’t really want you to pay for a thing.

~For him this was something that he’s doing for you to show how special you are to him.

~If it really does bother you, he’ll allow you to go half with him, but that’s it

~After a date, Damien loves to take long strolls through the town and hopefully to the cemetery

~It makes sense if you’re a little hesitant at first to walk through a cemetery, but he’ll assure you you’ll be fine

~He’ll hold onto your hand if that makes you feel any better

~It ends up being more romantic than you might’ve thought so

~If you get cold he’ll wrap his cape cloak around you and make sure to hold onto you a little tighter to ensure that you stay warm

~Damien loves making poems for you and reading them to you during these late night strolls

~“My dearest of love, you are to me what peanut butter is to jelly.”

~I didn’t say the poems were good btw...

~But they still make you smile no matter how cheesy they can be

~That’s really all Damien cares about, is making sure you’re the happiest you could ever be with him

~Last but not least, ending the night with a deep, passionate kiss

~Possibly it could lead to more exciting adventures in the bedroom, but that’s to be told another time...

That’s all I have folks

I really hope you enjoyed it and thank you for the request. I feel like I’m not the best at writing Damien, but I still hope this was satisfactory.

Requests are open ✨🌈

~Lia’s Work

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lionthenovel · 7 years

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I listen to Robert switch gears. He’s slowing down as we approach the destination. We didn’t talk much the whole way. Hendrix’s soliloquies channeled most of the vibe of our voyage. Quiet, serene but simultaneously rigid. I never know how to feel around him, not since his break down. He still hates small talk and I respect that, but I am still uncomfortable with long-term silence. Especially when I have so many questions. Especially when I like hearing his voice. He’s better now, we’ve started seeing each other again a few weeks ago. He laughs more. But we’re kind of back to being “friends” again. I wouldn’t dare call him my boyfriend and I don’t think he thinks of me as a relationship option. I’m not even sure Robert “does” relationships anymore. We haven’t kissed.

Last night, I told him about my best friend who moved away. I explained that I missed home. I almost started crying. Then he suggested that we drive to my hometown and walk around. It was so sweet that I couldn’t speak for a solid 7 minutes. He didn’t say much after that suggestion and I wasn’t sure if we were actually going. Then, this morning, he came to my door and asked if I was ready to go. And now, here we are.

Robert stops the car and takes the key out of the ignition. He rubs his chin gently as he leans back against the car seat and looks out on the scenery. I watch him briefly, and then gaze out myself.

It’s my home. The farm and mountain lands I grew up on. The little houses all clumped together, the church peaking from behind the hills. I smile slightly. I can see my elementary school from here.

I hear Robert get out of the car and it takes me back from my memories. I look to his car seat and hastily unfasten my seatbelt to get out myself. Once I step out, I hear some rustling coming from behind me. I turn and see Robert rummaging in the back of his pick-up. I walk over to him.

“Uh…”, I manage to utter. Robert pulls out two beer bottles he had stored in a cooler. So that’s the big object I kept hearing bonk against the sides of his truck. Beer? But he’s trying to quit. Robert sees my eyebrows crinkle.

“Don’t worry. Mine’s non-alcoholic.” He grasps both bottles in one hand, but one sticks out more as he holds them out to me. He grins slightly and I return it as I take the bottle from him. We crack them open and start walking along the hill, through the grass fields as we drink.

Hours pass as we walk. I feel a little tipsy, Robert had been carrying more beers in his backpack and kept handing me new ones as I finished mine. We littered and started chanting “Fuck the Police”, but then quickly collected all the bottles again because we felt bad. Robert’s gotten more talkative, maybe because he likes seeing me tipsy. Maybe he was just as nervous as I was in the car? We talk about movies and societal constructions and I attempt to say smart things as the ground starts to blur. Most of the time, we’re quietly walking next to each other. Walking in fields drunk is hunky dory, until all the moist grass starts to look super comfortable. I wanna nap in it. We talk about our favorite Disney movies as we walk side by side. He likes Cinderella, because the music reminds him of his mother. I’m surprised about how open he’s being with me today. I missed him so much and it seems to me that he missed me as well. I wanna hear him laugh more. I tell him I like The Emperor’s New Groove, but I can’t really pronounce the word “emperor” at my state of mind. Robert pulls out another one of his beers and I can barely make out the words “Non-Alcoholic” on them. So, he’s sticking to his sobriety.

“Where you going?” I hear Robert ask a few feet next to me as I walk into the grass.

“Looking for rubies.” I slur as I start to karate chop at the tall grass and give out loud yelps every time I swing.

Robert’s giggling as he chugs the last few drops of his bottle. I’m still chopping away as I hear running through the grass. I turn and Robert tackles me without warning. I’m too drunk to even hold my ground but I also don’t really care, because his cologne is so mesmerizing. We don’t fall, to my surprise. He’s tickling me weirdly and I’m too stupidly drunk to react to it. I keep chopping like an idiot at the grass, because that’s the only logical thing my mind can think of doing besides trying to make out with him. Robert picks me up. He swings me from side to side.

“MORE RANGE!” He yells and I laugh. My face is boiling red, alcohol plus a handsome guy holding me does not help my face. I keep making Link noises and he joins me. It’s so refreshing to see him like this. I remember when he just kind of grunted at me when we hung out. He’s so much healthier now. He smells showered.

He swings me in a full circle and I feel dizzy. Too much beer and too much Link swinging.

“Oh no. Code Yellow! YELLOW! Stop!” I swing my arms a little too much and wobble in his arms. He puts me down gently and I hold my head. Oh God, please don’t throw up in front of him.

“Too much?” he asks and puts his hands in his pockets. He stands still and watches me as I try to make the ground stop swirling. He puts his hand on my back very gently.

“Maybe no more swinging,” I chuckle. And he nods. The sun is setting as we stand on top of the hill. We start to walk a little more, slowly for my benefit. The wind is blowing gently and Robert’s jacket waves behind him. He opens his arms and stands at the edge of the hill. I join him and we gaze at the sunset. Robert picks up a stick and taps it in his hand before he flings it over the hill. He puts his hand over his eyes and appears to be watching where it lands. The whole horizon looks the same to me. The houses are blending. Were there always two churches?

Robert throws another stick and watches it. I pick up a rock, thinking maybe I should throw something too. I throw the rock as hard as I can but it’s pretty heavy so it just kind of flops to the ground close to us. I sigh. I point at the two churches and tell him I used to live near there. He listens to my incoherent description of the street I grew up on. I think I’m talking about a red car I used to scoot on the pavement when I was little. He turns to me.

“Hey,” he almost whispers.

I look up at him. Robert is grinning slightly as he takes my right hand in his and pulls me close. His left hand is on my waist as he starts to, gently, lead me into a dance. We sway slowly. I place my chin on his shoulder. Robert starts humming, which I wasn’t expecting to happen. Actually, I wasn’t expecting any of this. He’s being…romantic with me? The humming starts to make sense to me, I recognize the tune. It’s from Cinderella.

“Esto es amor…” Robert sings, quietly into my ear. We keep bobbing from side to side for what feels like forever, as he hums. I breathe in deeply. This is, simply, the most wonderful moment I could have ever asked for. I feel his head turn towards me. He kisses the side of my head, still humming. I close my eyes as my tummy flurries. I have goosebumps.

I turn my head to him and we’re looking at each other. He stops humming. And, without me even giving it a second thought, I kiss him on the lips. He kisses back without hesitation. We stand there on the hill in my hometown, kissing. This is what I wanted the moment I met him, and now it’s finally happening.

I am so happy to have him back. I am so happy he’s here with me. He took me on this trip to make me happy. To … apologize, maybe, that he broke things off. To show me that he cares. And to start things over again.

#robert small #robert small x reader #robert small x dadsona #ddadds #dream daddy #knife dad #fanfic #i cant write #sorry #cinderella #esto es amor #so this is love #drinks

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robertsmalhcficrequests · 7 years

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That's my friend!

Request from @ryeregular

Sorry It took so long! Work had gotten in the way and I hadn’t had time to get to it!

“Wanna get the next round?” Robert asked, downing another shot of whiskey. To be honest, you had lost count of how many you both had. You guessed it didn’t matter now. You both were way too deep in to stop now. You choked back a giggle at the thought.

“I Don’t get it; what’s so funny?” His lips puckered to a pout, his brow creased slightly.

“It’s nothing, Rober-”

“Damn right it’s nothing, dumbass!” A stranger, easily too drunk for his own good, slapped your back a little too hard. “Man, what the fuck do you see in this idiot, Rob? You could do so much be-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Robert punched him as hard as he could in the face, sending him flying backwards. He hit the floor and was still. Robert had knocked the intoxicated man out cold.

“Robert! That wasn’t necessary!”

He gripped your shoulders tightly. “Don’t you dare let an asshole like him, talk to you like that ever again. If it does happen again, I want to see you being the one to punch his lights out, ya hearing me?” He wrapped his arms around you to pull you tighter to him. He wasn’t normally this clingy, so you assumed he was just very heavily drunk.

“It’s ok, Robert, I’ll be fine.” You held him tightly, smelling the alcohol on his breath and the cologne on his jacket. “I’ll kick their asses,” he slurred, “all o’ em’,” his lips pecked your cheek quickly before he dropped his grip and turned back to his drink.

“You mean a lot to me. I won’t let a’ idiot hurt ya if I can help it.” You smiled greatfully up to him.

“Thank you, Robert. Thank you so much.”

#robert small #dream daddy #reader insert #dadsona #robert small x reader

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firstofficers-log · 7 years

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burnin’ up

Pairing: Joseph Christiansen/Reader

Words: 1676

Summary: Joseph keeps inviting you over to help with baking for events. You're not one to turn down cookies, and you're definitely not one to turn down the company of a very attractive blond dad.

Author’s note: we need more Soft Joseph in this world. if you have requests for that good good soft Joseph content lmk

Every time you finished helping Joseph bake for some kind of event, you told yourself it would be the last time. There were far too many variables for you to take into account; children around you, your mediocre baking skills, Joseph's stupidly clear blue eyes --

The same eyes that had convinced you to go against your promise to yourself for what seems like the millionth time. Curse those eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

It was so much easier talking to Joseph over DadBook in situations like these. While he could be awfully persuasive, he couldn't very well use his (dumb, ridiculous, stunning) puppy-dog eyes on you over a text chat. Though, you reason, you wouldn't put it past him to send a video of him asking you to help out.

Either way, you now stand in Joseph's kitchen, cursing yourself and cursing him for convincing you to bake with him again. Today, you were making various types of cookies -- something about some kind of party that's going on, you think you remember. Joseph had so many things going on recently that you were ashamed to say you hadn't really been keeping up.

"Could you pass me the flour, please?" Joseph asks, saying a quick thank you once you complied. He measures and levels it before dumping it into a sieve and shaking it into an empty bowl. Baking is wild.

After almost adding salt instead of sugar, you were put on cookie-scooping duty. Joseph had shown you how to take an ice-cream scoop to make perfectly portioned cookies. You're not sure why he had to show you how to use an ice cream scoop, but words wouldn't leave your mouth when his hand enveloped yours.

Without prompting, you handed Joseph a clean whisk after he'd added all of the dry ingredients to one bowl. He beamed at you and you swear you were almost blinded at the whiteness of his teeth.

"See?" Joseph said, chuckling wryly. "You are learning!"

"Sure," you say, rolling your eyes at him. "I mean, watching you bake twice a week has to have at least some effect, right?"

You expect Joseph to laugh, but instead, his smile turns nervous as he mutters a reply and turns back to his bowls. Is he… blushing?

You don't have time to assess the situation further because the timer on the microwave goes off and begins assaulting your ears.

"All right, all right," you say to the appliance, trying several times to find the 'off' switch. Once you succeed, you nod and turn to take the cookies out of the oven.

You arm yourself with Joseph's Darth Vader oven mitts (which you strongly suspect had something to do with Chris) and move to pull out the tray.

However, you make a wrong move and manage to bump the tray against the inside of your forearm, instantly leaving a nasty red mark.

"OH SHHHHH……Sugar cookies!" You shout, remembering just in time that there were, in fact, children in your vicinity. Joseph looks shocked and quickly stops mixing ingredients to see what's wrong.

"Hold on, it'll be okay," Joseph says in his Dad Voice™. He helps you place the tray out of harm's way and closes the oven door before leading you to the sink. You're grateful for his initiative because the only thing going on in your brain at the moment is something along the lines of fuckfuckfUCKFUCKFUCK OW OW OW OW

While you run your arm under the coldest water available, Joseph swiftly walks to another part of the kitchen. You hear him cut something, and before you can ask what he's doing, he's back by your side with a large Aloe leaf.

"Come on, sit down," he tells you calmly. As soon as you remove your arm from the stream of water, it burns again, but you try to suck it up until Joseph can help. You sit on one of the stools next to the island in the kitchen and offer your arm.

Joseph cuts the leaf open lengthwise and immediately presses it against your skin, making sure the entire burn is covered. You sigh audibly, grateful for the cooling gel. Joseph seems more upset than you are. He runs his free hand through his hair.

"Goodness, I didn't mean for you to get hurt! I wouldn't have made up--" Joseph actually slaps a hand over his mouth at his own words, but the damage had been done. His eyes were wide, his free hand still pressing the cool aloe into your arm.

Your eyebrows shot up. "Made up?" You pondered this for a few moments, realizing that it hadn't just been your poor memory that had made you forget Joseph's reasoning. He'd almost seemed... vague in his invitation. In fact, you’re now noticing that it’s actually rather strange that there seemed to be an event every two weeks that necessitated some form of baked good. You wonder why you didn’t notice it before.

"Joseph, did you make up a party to get me to bake with you?" This comes out as more of a statement than a question, but Joseph still nods hesitantly. His face is red now, and he’s not able to look at you directly.

Huh. You're more surprised than anything. And also trying to stop your heart from beating so quickly, because from where his hand is placed, Joseph can probably feel your pulse. Which is more than a little embarrassing.

"I want to be angry," you admit after a few moments of silence. "But honestly, I'm… sort of flattered? I mean, what happened to lying being a sin?" You grin at him and you can see the tension drain from Joseph's shoulders.

He looks at you sheepishly, his hair mussed, and you’re trying so hard to think of anything besides smoothing it down for him. “I wish I could say I had good intentions,” Joseph murmurs, not quite meeting your eyes. “I have to admit that I was being… selfish.”

Any and all traces of anger are gone, now. You feel bad that Joseph looks so… guilty. It wasn’t as though you didn’t have selfish reasons for helping out, too.

“Aw, Joseph,” you say, and he actually looks at you now, the full force of his sad eyes actually hitting you. “I was just kidding. I wouldn’t have helped if I didn’t want to.” This isn’t entirely true, but you have to admit that you’ve had fun every time you’d come to Joseph’s home.

You ponder a moment before continuing. “But if you wanted to hang out, you really didn’t have to keep making stuff up. I love spending time with you.” Whoops. So maybe that had come out a bit more sappy than you’d intended. It seemed to do the trick, though, because Joseph’s blinding smile returned and he gave you a hug. An awkward hug, because of the burn-and-aloe situation between the two of you, but still a hug. You could smell his stupidly wonderful smelling hair and tried not to linger.

“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” Joseph says, pulling away. He seems embarrassed again. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep this up much longer.”

You laugh, and Joseph’s smile grows wider. “I’m not sure how I didn’t notice,” you admit, looking to the not-quite-finished cookies now sitting on the stove-top. “I guess… I guess I wanted an excuse to hang out with you, too.”

You expect for Joseph to laugh, or even for him to hug you again, but instead, he blushes and smiles shyly before looking down. You sit in companionable silence for a few more moments before Joseph pulls the aloe away from your burn.

“Does it feel any better?” He asks you, discarding the used plant in a compost bin. To your surprise, it does. You nod and Joseph smiles before turning to one of his cabinets.

“That’s good. I’m going to put some of this on it,” he holds out a tube to you, “and then bandage it up and you should be right as rain in no time!”

You give Joseph two thumbs up. “Thanks for taking care of me. I guess I’m not getting any better at baking, huh?”

Joseph laughs and sits back down next to you after gathering his supplies. Unsurprisingly, he had a kitchen with a well-stocked emergency kit. You’d expect nothing less from a man with four kids.

“Not with that attitude, you’re not.” He winks at you. “Maybe we should have more baking lessons. Once a week.”

You groan dramatically. “I never want to see another cookie sheet for as long as I live.”

Joseph chuckles and wipes down your arm with a cold cloth. He hesitates before putting the burn cream stuff on it, though. You’re about to ask what he’s doing when he lowers his lips to your arm and delicately kisses the pink mark. You can hardly feel it, but it’s definitely enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. You’re absolutely certain that you’re blushing like a teenager right now.

Joseph lifts his head, his own cheeks pink. “There,” he says after clearing his throat. “Now it’ll heal even faster.” He smiles and reaches for the tube, continuing his work as though nothing had happened and that this was a totally normal occurrence.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest, and you felt like a kid, but holy shit he kissed my boo-boo what a nerd.

“You’re a dork,” you tell him despite your nerves. At this, Joseph laughs heartily, somehow managing to keep his hands steady.

“I’m not the one who burned myself on a cookie sheet,” he counters, finally finishing with your bandage. It has Hello Kitty on it.

“Touché,” you say, finally getting up from your spot. “I should probably actually help you finish baking now, huh?” The two of you spend the rest of the day actually baking, and trying to figure out what the hell you’re going to do with all of these Goddamn cookies.

#text #dream daddy #dream daddy: a dad dating simulator #ddadds #joseph christiansen #joseph christiansen x reader #joseph christiansen x dadsona #reader insert #my writing #baking........ and not the devils lettuce

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tayyyisgayyy · 7 years

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hey whats up yall im back into writing!!! a few of you might be familiar with my works on fanfiction.net and i took a hiatus for a while but im back at it on ao3 this time! anyway its ddadds related so if ur into that read it mayhaps (and also give me a request for a chapter because im?? struggling??)

#dream daddy #dream daddy: a dad dating simulator #damien bloodmarch #damien bloodmarch x reader #damien bloodmarch x dadsona #dream daddy imagines

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artsietango · 2 years

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The AO3 summary and other fun stuff about this fic is under the readmore, but basically, I 100% Dream Daddy and the only ending I was disappointed by was Joseph’s. So I wrote my own!

If you too enjoyed the Dream Daddy game and want to see Joseph continue to date the Dadsona (and more), please click the link above! And if you like this fic, please don’t hesitate to leave me a comment or share the link!

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joseph Christiansen/Dadsona, Joseph Christiansen/Reader, Joseph Christiansen/Original Character(s) Characters: Dadsona (Dream Daddy), Amanda (Dream Daddy), Joseph Christiansen, Mary Christiansen Additional Tags: Alternate Ending, alternate ss tier ending, Fluff, Divorce, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, there will eventually be a smut scene, but it'll be in a separate chapter Summary:

A re-imagining of the S tier ending for Joseph's path in the Dream Daddy game. Everyone else in the game gets to stay romantically involved with the Dadsona, and I felt there was a way where Joseph could get his shot, and it could still be realistic.

But also, it's a dating sim. It's meant for dating dads. So Joseph should get to keep dating the Dadsona.

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once-upon-a-lyfetime · 7 years

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Can’t believe I didn’t think to post this.

I started a Dream Daddy fic, and it’s kinda awesome if I do say so myself.

Feel free to check it out, chapter two will be up probably by next week.

#Dream Daddy #Dream Daddy fanfic #fanfic #fan fiction #writing #Robert Small #Robert Small x Reader #Robert Small x Dadsona

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daskleinewrites · 7 years

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The lie

Fandom: Dream Daddy; A Dad dating simulator

Pairing: Damien x Dadsona

Words: 595

Genre: Fluff

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Iam still very bad with grammatic, so I used Spellchecker and languagetool to help me out. Please tell me if you find Mistakes =3.

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The air was thick with the sound of buzzing insects and the heavy scent of ravishing flowers, and somewhere, somewhere really near to me, a faint hum of an unknown melody.

I laid on the, probably historically accurate, stone bench in Damien’s garden, feet dangling down on either side. Damn, I must be really short or the bench very high…. I bet it’s the latter…. it HAS to be the latter.

When I opened my eyes to the almost cloudless sky, dipped in various orange colors, I just realized how much time has flown.

I rolled my head to the side, watching Damien working happily on his flowers.

He wore probably very accurate Victorian clothes, but less fancy, less…. How do I put it? Just a red vest and this beautiful tailored blouse matched with even more beautiful pants giving me a beautiful view. I smirked. He could wear a bag of dirt and still would be handsome.

At some point Damien had put his long silky hair in a ponytail, some loose strands still pushed over the rim of his glasses, constantly blown down by the wind and pushed back again.

I adored this. All of this. Comfortable silent, the loving atmosphere, watching him work away on the flower beds as it was nothing. His lean muscles rolling under the thin layer of clothes and I sigh. Damien stopped his humming, turned around and flashed me a toothy smile, which I gladly return, just with a little more lovesick puppy eyes. It’s been so long since I allowed myself to feel this way.

I closed my eyes again and thanked silently Amanda, who happened to introduce me to this beautiful world of “Dadbook”…. which reminds me.

“Soooo. Black cats, huh?” Damien turned around, mouth slightly agape and Head tilts to the side. “Pardon?”

“AAAAAAND, foreign horror movies?” I dragged the words painfully long, shooting him a bratty grin.

Something must have clicked in place, since Damiens eyes widen, darting to the floor, to his hands and back to the floor.

“O-oh… I,” the man began to stutter and I suppressed a giggle.

“I didn’t know you were into True crime podcasts, thought? We definitely should watch that together sometimes.”

Damiens face paled, and he started worrying the hem of his vest between his dirt dusted fingers. Oh boy, have I gone too far? I swung my leg over the bench and sat up, ready to apologize.

“I should probably change that,” he muttered quietly to himself. I sigh and smiled, making my way over to him. I bend down and hug him, which he returned after a while. I buried my nose in his neck for a second, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender and rosemary. I must have confused him, poor dear. I am horrible.

“I just wanted to tease you, I am sorry. I know that people expect the whole horror movie stuff from you ‘cause of your attire,” I say softly. I can feel a light squeeze to my waist. Damn, I really am small, aren’t I?

“If you really want to watch this stuff, and we keep the lights on…,” he started slowly but I shushed him instantly.

“I am very happy with our comedy movie dates,” I smile against his skin.I can feel a light chuckle.

“I didn’t lie entirely to you, my dear one. I do really adore black cats,” he says, which I answered with an overly dramatic faked gasp, drawing back from him and holding my chest. I got immediately dragged down in a kiss.

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