#craig x dadsona

[scare-ard--sleigh]

we're doing the Craig x dadsona x Robert date let's gooooooooo

[ao3-bookmarks]

Janet walked up to Craig with a wide smile plastered on her face. "We're going to get pizza, are you coming?"

"Only if my bro can come too." Craig smiled, slapping Dadly on the back with a smile. Dadly immediately felt a pang of frustration. His bro? Of course they called each other that, but they were more than just bros and considering how interested Janet had been in Craig before Dadly was not happy with this development.

"Of course." Janet smiled. "We'll meet you there." She had the audacity to wink at Craig. Dadly frowned, if it had to be, this would be war against all the suburban divorcees that believed they had a chance with his bro.

[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..."

[hohnoni]

some more dadsona x craig shippy things feat! college days memories 

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[ademonandherbentley]

Copacetic

Post Craig’s Good Ending. Smashley accepts an invite to a cul-de-sac get together, eager to finally meet the person who’s taken her vacated spot in Craig’s heart. Craig x Dadsona ft. Hugo x Damien. ~2k.

A/N: The mildest of spoilers for Craig’s route. Entirely inspired by @mythicalmodernity‘s theories about college!Craig-MC-Ashley.

D/N = Dadsona’s Name

Joseph’s yard was already bustling by the time Ashley pulled up at the end of the drive. As soon as she climbed out of the car Briar and Hazel came bounding up to her; each was gabbling over the other as they jumped into her arms and she tried not to drop them.

“Woah woah, girls! Come on, you know I’m not your father, I can’t bench press you both.”

They let go, and she knelt down to pull them into a bear hug. It had barely been two weeks since she’d seen them last, but they were still in that stage where they were growing almost before her eyes.

“Now girls, mom’s had a long drive and needs to take advantage of Mr. Christansen’s excellent grillmanship, but after that you gotta catch me up on all the gossip, yeah?”

“Ernest’s dad and Lucien’s dad have been going on dates!” Hazel burst out. Clearly she’d been waiting a long time to break that news to someone new.

Briar hit her sister on the arm, “Shhh, we’re not supposed to know about that!”

“But they’re so obvious about it!” Hazel said indignantly. Ashley scanned the crowd and spotted Hugo and Damien by the food table. They were, indeed, cosied up rather more intimately than she was used to seeing from them.

She grinned and ruffled Hazel’s hair, “If they tell me I’ll act surprised. Maybe you should too, huh? Now where’s your dad and your sister? I should say hi before I dive into the snacks.”

Briar pointed over the opposite side of the yard where Craig was deep in conversation with another man. They were laughing about something, but even from a distance Ashley could see something in Craig’s smile that went deeper than some funny joke.

She pulled her girls in close, “So is that him? Your dad’s new friend?”

“He’s his boyfriend,” said Hazel.

“Not yet he isn’t. They’re just hanging out together,” Briar said.

Hazel scoffed, “Yeah. That’s what dad says.“

"Ah, you know girls,” Ashley said, “You’ll find when you get older sometimes the difference between friend and boyfriend isn’t as obvious as you once thought.”

“Amanda says she saw them kissing,” Hazel offered.

Briar wrinkled her nose, “Eeeewww!”

Ashley laughed and stood back up, “Go on girls; run along and we can talk properly later.”

They twins dashed off across the yard and Ashley made a beeline for Craig, saying hellos and exchanging pleasantries as she went. It had been almost two decades since she’d last seen D/N. God, where had the time gone? It felt like not even last year she’d been running rings around frat boys and watching her boyfriend eat his body-weight in tacos. Now here they all were – responsible adults and parents.

Craig spotted her as she drew closer and waved her over with a grin. D/N turned to her with a slightly less confident smile.

“Smashley! How you doing?” Craig pulled her in for a one-armed hug and she felt herself squish against his rock-solid chest. She’d never gone for the jock types back in college but man, Craig worked it.

“I’m good bro. And how’s my little darling?” She reached out and took River from Craig’s other arm. River gurgled happily. “Oh, you just get bigger ever day don’t you? Your gonna take after your daddy and be huge when you grow up!”

River giggled. God, she could stare at this kid for hours. “You’re not allowed to grow up, you hear me? I couldn’t stop your sisters, but your going to stay my little bean forever. Deal?” She took Rivers tiny hand and shook it. There – no take backs.

Craig cleared his throat, “So Ashley, you uh… you remember D/N right?”

Ashley finally turned her attention away from River. “Course I do. It’s been too long, man, how’ve you been?” She landed a friendly punch on his arm. He held his ground, but he had the look of a hedgehog caught in an unexpected blast of noise. She bit back a smile. Poor kid had never been great with people.

“I’ve been good,” he smiled, recovering slightly, “what about you? I hear the business is really taking off.”

“We were talking about signing D/N on as a model for us,” Craig told her, “Figure we’d pull in more customers if we went down the dad bod angle.”

Ashley barked a laugh, “You gonna let him insult you like that, bro?”

D/N chuckled, “I mean he’s not wrong.”

“See?” Craig said, “Self-awareness. Something you always sucked at.”

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of healthy denial, my dude.”

“Yeah, denial. Not delusion.” Craig reached out to poke her belly and she swatted his hand away. “How do you think I got custody of the girls? Who knows what you’d fill their heads with.”

Ashley looked at D/N, “Hope he’s not this rude to you.”

D/N’s look of bewildered panic was starting to creep back in. She decided to take pity on him, and handed River back to Craig with a kiss to her forehead, “Go check on the girls for me?”

Craig nodded and left, and Ashley took D/N’s elbow. “Walk with me dude.”

They walked around the side of the house and through the passage to the back garden. Everyone was still socializing out front so they had the Christiansen’s beautifully tended flowerbeds to themselves.

Ashley was the first to break the silence. “Do you think they hire a gardener or is this their handiwork?”

“It’s the kind of thing Joseph would be good at,” D/N said, “doesn’t seem Mary’s style. But… well, she’s surprised me before.”

“She pull the drunken floozy act on you too, huh?”

D/N looked at her in surprise, “You too?”

“Believe it bro.”

“When?”

“Couple of years back, when Craig and the girls first moved here. Poor woman, she seems to have a lot going on.”

“Hmm.” D/N fell silent. Ashley couldn’t tell if it was the silence of someone with nothing to say, or someone who didn’t know how to start. She observed him out of the corner of her eye: he was older (weren’t they all?) but she could still see the guy who had impulsively stolen a goldfish for Craig when they were teenagers.

He cleared his throat, “So… how are… things? With you?”

She stopped walking, and turned him round to fully face her, “D/N, things don’t need to be weird between us ‘cause you’re dating my ex-husband.”

His brow furrowed, “Really? Seems like that’s exactly the kind of thing two people who haven’t seen each other since college would wanna be weird about.”

“If things were different with me and Craig, maybe. What’s he told you about our situation?”

“He’s used the word copacetic,” D/N said.

Ashley chuckled, “He’s a smart boy these days.”

“No kidding.”

“He wasn’t lying to make you fell better or anything like that. We really are fine.”

“Are you sure?” The frown is back, “Craig said you only divorced last year.”

“Officially,” Ashley said, “but it was one of those, you know? Relationship was over way before the marriage. Honestly no one was more surprised than us when we had River.”

D/N smiled wryly, “Last throws of a dying relationship, huh?”

"Pretty much. But in the end it’s all about the girls, isn’t it? River’s too young to remember any of this, but Hazel and Briar… They’re the priority.”

“Of course. They’re lucky to have two such loving parents.”

Ashley felt herself blush. “Thanks. We do our best. And hey, the more the merrier, right?”

She clapped D/N on the back and he squeaked in surprise.

“Uh,” he stammered, “we’re, we’re not really �� I mean – It… it’s only been a few weeks. And Craig’s been trying to focus more on himself for once.”

Ashley nodded thoughtfully, “I thought he looked more relaxed. Good for him. And you, though I dunno how you talked him into it. Lord knows I never could.” To tell the truth she hadn’t been much better when they were married. The girls came before everything, but occasionally work had come before Craig.

D/N said, “I think a missing sleeping bag played a part somehow.”

Ashley roared with laughter. “That sly little shit. Don’t tell me, he hikes you out into the middle of nowhere and then it’s all 'woah looks like you forgot your sleeping bag bro! Guess we’ll have to snuggle for warmth bro! Oh gosh bro, is that my tongue in your mouth?’”

“He do that to you too?” D/N sounded scandalized, but amusement was tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Nah, but it is one of the oldest in the book.” She carried on laughing. “Our boy’s never been great at just saying how he feels, has he? Took him months to work up the guts to ask me out.”

“It is pretty obvious in hindsight.” He allowed himself a small, fond smile.

“He ever totally accidentally spill water on himself, forcing him to take his shirt off in front of you?”

“No. I’ll be on my guard for it.”

“Good man.”

They both calmed themselves as they wandered round the far end of the garden. Ashley coughed and looked over at D/N.

“Seriously, man. I’ve spoken to Craig a couple of times over the past few weeks. He’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time. Briar and Hazel have noticed it too. The two of you might not be serious yet, but… If Craig has any say in it then you will be.”

D/N blushed and smiled. “Obviously Craig is his own person, but… I’m sure the Smashley Seal of Approval would mean a lot to him.”

“Well you got it. It’s been a long time man, but you were a great friend to Craig back in the day. I’ve not forgotten that. All I ask is you be good to him like that again. And you be good to the girls.”

“Oh, I think the girls are more than a match for me.”

“Damn straight. I raise 'em hardy, you know.”

D/N laughed, then became serious. “I… I like Craig a lot. I just want him to be happy. Whatever he needs to find that.”

“Then you and me are gonna be just fine.” Ashley held out her fist. D/N hesitated, then reached out and returned the fistbump with a grin.

Up the other end of the garden the other guests were milling in from the yard and forming a loose scrum around the grill. The smell of cooking meat tinged with lighter fluid reached them, and Ashley’s stomach rumbled as if abruptly remembering the long drive.

Craig came into view chatting to a small ginger child, River on one hip. He glanced over and spotted them, and a second later a radiant smile was spilling across his face as he beckoned D/N over. Something almost like wistfulness curled in Ashley’s chest. He’d never looked at her quite like that – which, on reflection, should perhaps have been their first clue.

“Come on,” she looped an arm around D/N, “let’s go get our burger on. Oh, and I meant to ask, how’s Amanda? She settling in to college alright?”

“She and a group of friends crashed a fancy art event,” D/N said, “they ate a whole bunch of food and tried to pass themselves off as critics before getting kicked out.”

“She takes after her father then?”

“Yes, which unfortunately means I have no authority to tell her off for anything she might do.”

“Could you tell her off for anything anyway? That’s not my experience of teenagers.”

He’s shrugged in acknowledgment, “I can at least say that for a while I tried.”

“Ha! Whatever makes you happy. So aside from being a public nuisance how’s she doing? Craig said she was a photography major?”

D/N told her all about Amanda’s college exploits as they headed back up the garden. Talking about his daughter seemed to light something up in him – the last of his awkwardness was smothered by his evident pride, and Ashley smiled to herself. Her family was in good hands. He might not even need the 'hurt them and I’ll kill you’ talk, though she was sure that once she had a few whiskeys in her he’d be getting it anyway.

They reached the others, and she let D/N peel off and rejoin Craig while she helped herself to a burger and tracked down Briar and Hazel. She found them on the grass with Mat’s kid (Carmensita? Or something? Man, she really needed to get all these names straight) and sat with them.

“So, girls, mom’s ready to hear all the gossip. And then I wanna know about school and softball and everything else, yeah?”

“Is D/N dad’s boyfriend then?” asked Hazel.

“Oh, it’s ’D/N’ is it? Whatever happened to 'Amanda’s Dad’?”

“He’s told us to call him that,” Briar insisted. Hazel nodded.

“Does he tell all the kids to call him that?”

They both hesitated. Then Briar nodded reluctantly.

“He’s doesn’t kiss the other dads though.”

Ashley stifled a laugh, “I certainly hope not. Well, listen girls, you certainly didn’t hear it from me, but I think dad would very much like D/N to be his boyfriend.”

“I knew it!” Briar exclaimed.

“Shut up, Bri, we all knew it.”

“Now now, girls. Are you going to fill me in on the gossip or not?”

That distracted them sufficiently, and Ashley allowed herself to turn all her focus to her daughters.

D/N would be part of the family in no time.

[daddy-hotline]

Craig Cahn x dadsona ［picnic date］

［here I am back at my deleted post for no apparent reason but I’ll write it again from what I can remember :“) enjoy! ask was from my gr888 friend @pringlethatssingle . btw this is a fic where dadsona is a gay male］

It had been a long time since you and Craig had an outing without the kids. River always had to be taken care of while Craig himself was either busy with work or coaching the girls for softball.

So this time when Carmensita asked if she and Mat could take care of River for a day, you immediately jumped at the chance. Craig himself was rather nervous and you kept on reassuring him night after night as he rambled on about all the bad things that could happen to her in bed.

"Bro, you know Mat’s a good guy. And Carmensita’s so sweet, the worse I think that could happen to River is that she gets attached to them,” you soothed him, gently kissing his nose as you rubbed his arm comfortingly. “But she’s my baby girl,” Craig insisted. “And I’m your baby boy,” He snorted but nuzzled you anyways.

Eventually the day had arrived and Craig had gotten up early as usual to pass River to Mat and Carmensita at the Coffee Spoon. He had came back with a worried look on his face, ad well as a bag full of sweet treats from Mat. You had laughed at how strange he looked.

Either way you were thankful for the food Mat had given you two. You packed it with your picnic food, mostly which was Craig’s salads and stuff. Before you left the house you texted Briar, the twins were at a stay-over with a friend.

Craig carried the picnic basket in one arm and held your hand in his other. You hummed softly to yourself, the walk to the park rather quiet. Once you arrived at the empty field and found a good spot that had some shade, you laid out the mat and sat down with your shoes at the edge of it.

You took out some of the food and pushed Craig’s salad towards him. He was uncomfortable before you slapped his thigh gently. “Hey, relax. We’ve finally got some alone time. Eat your healthy food and romance me more,” you teased. Craig broke his nervousness as he laughed along with you.

Grabbing some banana bread, you flopped onto Craig’s lap. You grinned up at him and he brushed your hair away from your forehead, smiling back at you. You watched his jaw move as he chewed on his vegetables and watched a couple of kids play frisbee on the other side of the field.

You closed your eyes and threw your arm over your eyes as a breeze blew through the park. Craig was once again playing with your hair absentmindedly. His soft pads of his fingers brushed against your skin and the sides of your lips quirked up. He chuckled softly before leaning down and kissing your lips briefly.

An amused giggle escaped you. You removed your arm and squinted as you stared at the sun, then grabbed his face firmly with both hands and kissed him again. Craig’s cheeks were a little pink, like whenever he was doing cardio and pushed through his tiredness.

You batted a hand lazily at his fringe before Craig kissed you again. Quickly leaving small smooches all across your cheeks, forehead and chin. That elicited a squeal from you and you sat up, finding it ticklish. He laughed as he saw your flustered face properly but you couldn’t help but laugh along with him, your dorky husband.

[pixelsandpins]

I did more Dream Daddy fanfiction because I have to write ALL THE DADS, now. 

A Year Later: Craig

Dadsona/Craig

Mature Teen?, Mostly Fluff

Words: 4468

I close my eyes and step on the scale. I open them and look down.

"Hot damn!"

"What's up, pops?" Amanda asks from her room. She's only been back from school a few days, and it already feels like old times.

"Somehow, through some small miracle, I'm back to my college weight."

"Ugh, can we not talk about college weight? I have one working pair of pants."

"I told you what that cafeteria food would do to you, panda. A couple visits to the gym with us will probably get rid of that freshman fifteen." I step down off the scale and try to catch Amanda's eye in the bathroom mirror through the slightly open door. She's too busy FaceSpacing or Twitjournaling or some other portmanteau of two social media sites that make me sound like the old man I am.

"I'm perfectly happy with my nacho and pop-tart diet for the time-being, but don't let me stop you, my dude." She throws a peace sign up at me as I pass by her door, and I stick my tongue out at her. She'll learn soon enough. Youth is wasted on the young.

Craig greets me warmly when I find him near the ellipticals. River's gotten too big for the chest carrier, so she's started going to daycare. That means there's nothing between us when his arms come around me in a lingering hug. There's a lightning quick squeeze on the tush thrown in for good measure. The first month or so, I had thought it was just the change from  platonic to romantic that had made Craig's shows of affection so weird and squirrely. Turns out with him it's all about the space. Right place, right time, he can't keep his hands to himself. The gym is the one in-between place. Fortunate considering how little time we get just the two of us during the week.

"Good morning, babe," he says quietly into my ear before pulling away. "Leg day, bro. You ready?"

"I love leg day!"

I actually hate leg day, but my god my butt looks amazing afterward.

Craig takes the nearest machine, and cranks the resistance up a couple of notches. I take the one next to him, and don't touch the knob. After a year, I'm still not at Craig level cardio capabilities.

"So I was reminded of something the other day that I had kinda forgotten, and now I feel a little guilty about it," he says after a moment or two.

"What's that?" I pant in response.

"Do you remember Christina Schroeder?"

I search through my internal rolodex. It's not ringing a bell, and I say as much. "She was friends with Ashley? Really short? Poly-sci major? Insanely good at flip cup?"

"OH!" I remember. "Tipsy Tina?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Our nicknames weren't very inspired back in the day, were they?"

"I think we managed to do pretty well considering our theme."

He smiles that half smile that turns my insides to pudding.

"Anyway," he continues, "I don't know if you ever knew this, but she had a humongous crush on you. Like she was majorly in love with you."

"O-oh?" I don't remember her well enough to feel one way or the other about this information.

"Well, Ashley told me I should try to hook you up, so she said we should all go on a double date. But, you know, I didn't want you to feel on the spot, so I had the idea that I would just invite you to go to something with us, but not tell you Tina was gonna be there, too."

"Okay?" I know my brow is crinkling trying to figure out where this is going.

"Yeah. Um. Do you remember that movie thing we were going to go to, but we ended up not because I got food poisoning from something at the make-your-own-pizza place?"

"Oh my god yes. You were throwing up for, like, 2 days. Shit, was that supposed to be the double date?"

"Yeah. Yeah it was. And I remembered, and I felt bad about it, and...I don't know."

"Dude, you shouldn't feel bad about cancelling a double date because you were sick."

"There's more." He starts to slow a little bit on the machine, looking down at the timer with an unsure frown. "I told the girls that you were the one who was sick, and I was taking care of you, and that's why we couldn't go. But that they should go ahead and go without us."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It just felt...weird...at the time, and it was fun making you take care of me."

"Considering it's been twenty years, I'm inclined to forgive you...just this once."

He smiles again and punches me in the arm. Then he looks around to make sure no one's looking directly at us, and leans across the machine to peck me on the cheek.

"This is why I love you, bro. You understand me."

It's not the first time he's said it. Not by a long shot. He's always said it. Even when we were just friends back in college. It's not that I don't think he means it, but it's hard to know how he means it, still.

The pizza place is a madhouse. There's at least three birthday parties going on, and the entirety of Briar and Hazel's softball team high off their championship win is making things even rowdier.

"Makes you wish we didn't promise them pizza after every win, doesn't it?" I lean in and say to him in a low voice as we survey the crowd, trying to keep an eye on each of the twins. He throws his arm around my shoulder. In front of the team is not one of the PDA-approved places, but an arm around the shoulder doesn't count.

"Ah come on, bro. It's your first winning season as assistant coach. Get excited."

I give a little sarcastic "whooo," and he grins at me widely. When the title of "assistant coach" had become available, he'd really only offered it to me because I had the extra time now that Amanda was off and semi-on her own. I'd only accepted it because it was the only way I could find to spend time with him. I really didn't know the first thing about coaching softball, but no one questioned it. Thus the elaborate ruse had been allowed to perpetuate long enough for me to actually learn the ropes and start to pull my weight.

"Hey boys." Oh god. It was one of the new moms this year, Elizabeth. She and her daughter had just relocated from the midwest, fresh off a nasty divorce.

"Some of the girls and I were talking," she starts.

You mean you were talking and everyone was just nodding in agreement hoping you'd go away.

"And it might not be a bad idea to start talking about fundraising for next season early. What if we have a little meeting?"

Alone, in your house, probably.

This is one thing that hasn't changed, and I can't stand it. Us being together is not a secret. Not in the least. They even poke fun at us and called us "the lovebirds." And yet it's like they don't think it counts because I'm a man. That I'm not going to feel equally perturbed by someone hanging all over my significant other and flirting with him right in front of my face. They wouldn't do this to a guy if his wife was standing right there.

But then again some of these ladies might.

Craig, at least, knows how to shake 'em off.

"I like the initiative Elizabeth, but let's let everyone celebrate the win before hitting it hard again." He half-smiles at her, one of the fake ones.

"Oh, well, I took loads of pictures today. Next weekend would be the perfect time to go through them."

"I'm pretty much booked up all next weekend."

"Mr. Assistant Coach isn't, though. What do you say?" and her arm comes around mine, and I panic. This is new. Craig's perfect eyebrows knit together in thinly veiled surprise.

"I-uh-" I sputter. Then Craig's hand comes around mine.

"He'll be with me that weekend. The girls are with their mom, so we're having some time together. Alone." Daggers come shooting from Craig's eyes, and Elizabeth is completely unable to comprehend what's just been said to her. She stands there, wide-eyed, not moving. "And we're gonna be having, just, tons of sex the entire time. So you know. No time to look through pictures." Elizabeth goes white as a sheet, and walks off without another word. I'm fairly certain I have a similar expression when I look up at Craig.

"What the shit was that, Craig?"

His face's lost a little color, too, though, and his hand comes up to cover his mouth.

"I don't know. I just...I don't like her. And I wanted her to go away as fast as possible." He's still holding my hand, squeezing tighter now. Elizabeth has fallen back to a gaggle of moms, and now they're darting glances at us. They're trying to hide it and not doing a very good job. He finally lets go.

"God they're gonna talk about that for a week," Craig sighs. "But whatever, bro, right?"

"Right," I respond unsure.

I wake up Monday morning with a start. Something's off. I check my phone. I should have been at the gym an hour ago. There's about a fifty percent chance on any given day that I'll sleep through my alarm. I've come to terms with that and so has Craig. That's why he always texts me before he's about to leave the house. He knows I won't actually go unless he does. What's going on?

I send a quick text.

"Where are you? Are we not going to the gym, today?" I type. It's a solid five minutes before he responds, practically an eternity.

"Sorry, bro. I'm feeling a little sick, so I decided not to go. :("

The frowny face is a nice touch. Oh well.

"Want me to bring you something? Need help with the girls?" I text back immediately. I only have to wait half a second this time.

"No. It's cool. Twins are at camp and I managed to get River to day care. So I'm just gonna sleep."

There he goes trying to do everything himself. I've told him again and again that I'm here. That I can help. He's slowly getting it, but he's more stubborn than he realizes. In any case, I decide that, despite his protests, I will be taking care of him. If only a little.

"Amanda, I'm going to the store for a few things, then over to Craig's. Do you need anything?" I tap on her door and only get a groan in response.

Guess not.

It's only a five minute drive to the small grocery store down the road. It's across the street from the gym and a new hyper-organic, gluten free, paleo, vegan-ultra-plus juice bar that's making everyone nervous. It only takes another fifteen minutes or so to pick up the whole "sick boyfriend" bundle then I briefly entertain the thought of getting him a mango smoothie. It's his favorite.

I only just pull into the parking lot, though, before slamming on my brakes so hard I almost ram into the car ahead of me.

Craig is coming out of the gym looking as fine as ever. Which, for Craig, is extremely fine. Behind him is a gaggle of the softball moms.

What in the hell is this shit?!

I want to yell out the car window at him, but I don't. I can't. I'm too utterly perplexed. I take a few breaths to keep myself from getting mad. There's an explanation. Craig has given me no reason not to trust him in all the time I've known him.

Right?

I'm back in my living room without being totally sure how I got there. Amanda's sitting on the couch staring at me.

"What's up, Pops?I thought you were going to see your booooyyyfriiiieeend." She flashes a quick smile as she draws out the last word, but it fades quickly. "Seriously. What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I flop down on the couch and sink back into it.

"What do you do if you find out your boyfriend lied to you?"

"Um. Okay? How big a lie we talkin'? Because it's just self-preservation to not tell you if a pair of jeans make you fat."

"He said he was sick, and he's not. I just saw him coming out of the gym with some of the softball moms."

"Oh. Well. Um. Hm." She makes a few more noncommittal sounds. "Sounds like you should have one of those 'communications' you're always telling me is so important to a proper, mature relationship."

"Yeah...yeah, you're right."

"Of course I am." She pats me on the head.

I don't call or text him right away like I would have recommended to my own daughter. Instead I convince myself that this is a conversation better to have in person.

Tuesday we're supposed to go for a run, but there's something he has to deal with at River's daycare. It ends up being an unexpected no-go.

Wednesday is a gym day. It starts with a text in the morning that his car's acting weird, so he's taking it into the shop. No need to worry about it, though. He has it covered. I understand car issues, but the insistence that he doesn't need my help bothers me immensely. I don't know how to react to it.

"Oh, and tomorrow is daddy/daughter day at camp, so I'll be doing that." He texts next.

That's classic Craig and I can't fault him for it. I love that about him, actually. I feel myself relaxing a little.

"And let's do 9:00 instead this Friday."

No.

That's too far. I've been waking up at 6:00 (sorta) to get to the gym by 7:00 regularly for months. We've never EVER shifted times. His daily schedule is too tight. No. Something's wrong. I give him an out.

"Everything okay, bro? Anything I can help with?" I stare at the screen, waiting, watching. A whole year passes, it feels like.

"No. It's cool."

Then just ":)" about ten seconds later.

Craaaiiiig. I am gonna wring your neck. Your hot, muscular neck.

I feel like the ultimate stalker watching from my window for Craig's car Friday morning. He's off in his gym clothes (which, admittedly, are often his regular clothes, too) about 6:45.

What the hell is he up to?

I give myself a buffer of three minutes, then head out to my own car. Four or five times while driving I tell myself I should just go back home. That I'm being literally the worst. Each time, though, I remind myself that it's Craig's fault I'm like this, right now.

Oh my god. I've become the crazy they say not to stick your dick in. When did this happen? Craig doesn't deserve this.

Still, I pull into the parking lot where the gym is. I see Craig's car and park next to it to make a point to myself. I don't find him right away in any of our usual areas, so I wander toward the back of the gym where they hold classes in large, tiled rooms. There's a small group of people huddled around one of the large windows that peek into the classrooms, and I have a sneaking suspicion they'll lead me to Craig.

I'm not wrong.

This, however, is not what I expected to find.

So he's not shirtless. That would cause a riot. He might as well be, though. Instead of his sweats, he's in a tank top loose and thin enough that you can pretty much just see everything, anyway. And those are short shorts. Real, honest-to-God booty shorts. The kind that have "Juicy" written across the butt of them. These, specifically, don't. They're just black. It would be an appropriate label, though.

Once I've taken in the whole...ensemble...I'm able to break my attention away long enough to appreciate the context of the outfit.

"Is this a pole dancing class?" I say quietly to no one in particular.

"Yeah!" a woman responds next to me. "They used to be only at night, but she just started a new morning class. You should try it. I bet you'd be really good." I glance at her, and she's wiggling her eyebrows at me just a little. I give a little breathy, half-hearted laugh, then focus my attention back on the class.

I can't hear it, but I feel the music start through the vibration of the glass. A handful of women take places at the poles lined up in staggered rows. I'm slightly horrified to note that some of them are softball moms. They're clothes aren't as revealing as Craig's by a long shot (yoga pants and baggy t-shirts), but it takes me a moment to shift my frame of reference.

They start with stretches. The usual. Nothing particularly interesting. The group around the window starts to scatter.

Then they actually take to the poles.

Oh. Oh my god.

I don't know pole dancing beyond the one time that I was dragged to a strip club against my will (by Craig come to think of it), but even I can figure out that he's just terrible at this. When the girls spin, even if they're just sort of falling around the pole, it at least looks graceful. Craig is clunky and awkward, and when he throws his weight against the pole he just sort of flops like a fish in midair. As the class progresses, it becomes clear that he has the proper upper and core body strength, but lacks the coordination to actually pull off any of the minor feats of acrobatics.

I'm riveted for the entirety of the hour long class, long after the rest of the onlookers have left. Despite his inexpert flailing, a single thought keeps going through my head: how much I'd love to be that pole.

I knock on his door that evening. I don't tell him I'm coming. I don't give him a chance to give me an excuse. He doesn't seemed confused that I didn't show up to our later gym date. I was out of there before he could catch me at the end of class, so as far as I know, he still doesn't know that I know.

The girls are with their mother this weekend, though, and this is getting figured out before I lose my mind.

Craig shows a flash of surprise when he opens the door, and I step in before he can say anything. I don't get to come over often, so his house still feels strange to me. That doesn't stop me from crossing my arms in his living room and staring him down like I own the place. I don't know where any of this bravado is coming from, but I need to ride the high until Craig answers.

"I'm sorry, bro. I guess I've been blowing you off a little this week," he says, folding his arms together and looking down at his toes. I deflate pretty much instantly.

Damn.

"It just seems like you've been really busy, and you don't want to take my help," I prod just a little. Then I prod him quite literally in the calf with my toe. "Were you gonna tell me about the pole dancing class?" I decide to end this. To deal the killing blow. Craig goes white as a sheet.

"Uh-h-how did you-?"

"I came during our normal gym time this morning." No need to mention the part about following him. That's a secret I'll just go ahead and tuck away forever.

"Oh…you...watched?"

"Yeah."

He rubs his hand across his mouth, thinking.

"I'm so bad at it, bro."

"I saw. In the outfit and everything."

"It's too much, isn't it?"

"I mean...I'm not gonna complain if you were to slip into it right now."

Craig raises an eyebrow at me.

"I can do that, you know." He steps toward me deliberately, bringing his hands down to my hips. I puff out my cheeks at him a little. I very much would like to go ahead and follow through with the look that's in his eyes, but I need to stay focused. Communication. Adulting.

"Why didn't you just tell me? I've been going crazy all week thinking that I did something or that something was wrong or...I don't know. I probably went through a thousand different possibilities."

He brings his hands from my hips to my shoulders. Then from shoulders to cupping my cheeks with his hands.

"Babe. I'm so, so sorry. Things just got really weird all of a sudden, and I got a little blindsided, I guess." He lets out a quick breath of air then looks down and away, collecting his thoughts. "You know Colleen? Becca's mom?"

"Yeah. Of course. I love Colleen. She's the best."

"Right? Well, her sister runs that class, and normally it's only at night but she's trying to do morning classes, too. So she offered free lessons to all the moms or something? I don't know. Anyway. Monday. I legitimately just forgot to send you your wakeup text. I'd been talking to Ashley about arranging the girls' pick-up this weekend, and it really just slipped my mind. When I got to the gym, though, I saw all these moms we know and they told me about this class they're taking and they sort of...bullied me into taking the class with them."

"They...bullied you?" I ask, trying not to smile as I imagine this manliest of men being pressured into anything by these suburban moms. He moves his hands from my jaw to rest them on the top of his head. He shifts on his feet and looks down at the ground again.

"'Oh come on, Coach, I bet you're really good at it. Mr. Assistant Coach should join us, too.' And I thought… I'll just do it once. Then it'll be so weird that they'll never bring it up again."

"And?"

"I liked it?" He bites his bottom lip. "But to be totally clear on something. There was an actual problem at River's daycare and it really was daddy/daughter day at camp. So I only technically lied twice. That sounds awful when I say that outloud."

"No...it's fine." I punch him in the chest, then wiggle my fingers when it hurts. "You could have said something, though. Anything. Hell. I might have even considered joining you. It might-"

"No!"

He says it so loudly and forcefully that I catch my breath in my throat.

"Sorry. Um. If you want to take a pole dancing class, I'm not gonna stop you. Like...you know I'm not gonna get in the way of your physical fitness goals, bro. But...um...can you not with the moms from softball? I'm gonna stop after the free classes this week." He rubs the back of his neck, nervously.

"I was joking, but now I'm a little worried again."

He sighs and pops his lips a few times.

"No offense intended but-"

"You're about to almost offend me, anyway?"

"I-hrrmm." He purses his lips at me. "I was hotter than you back in college. I didn't quite realize it, at the time, but I—and this is gonna sound terrible—kinda liked it? That I got all the attention when we were out together. Because you were smarter and funnier and nicer. So I had this one thing, but because people were always looking at me, they weren't looking at you and seeing how amazing you were and I got you all to myself. It's really stupid, now, obviously, but at the time it was important."

I don't know what to say. This is the deepest Craig's ever gotten with me. I feel like I'm seeing a new part of him.

"But, now you're hot, bro. Like...objectively. And the moms talk about you all the time. 'The new assistant coach really fills out that shirt.' 'Too bad he's taken.' 'Man knows how to use a bat.' It's been driving me nuts all season,"

This was news to me. I had maybe caught a few catcher/pitcher jokes at my expense, but I still only ever heard swooning over Craig.

"And I don't know why it bugs me," he continues. "And I just don't want you around them if I can help it. I never said any of this because it makes me sound like a creep."

"Craig...are you jealous?" I ask, very unsure of all of this nonsense and remembering how much of a creeper I am, too. He looks at me like he's confused by the very word itself.

"Oh my god, I might be."

"You might be?"

"I don't know, bro! I...shit." He's laughing, pressing his palm to his forehead. "Is that what it is?"

"You're a mess, dude." I'm smiling, too. We're both a disaster, really. A couple of idiots still stuck in that weird spot between friends and boyfriends.

While I'm still taking deep breathes and settling into the absurdity of it all, Craig steps up to me again, chest to chest. One arms wraps around my waist and the other finds a place behind my neck. Then he kisses me hard and deep, really getting into those back teeth. I suddenly remember I haven't seen him in a week, and now that we're squared away I really need to see him. As much as him as possible. He pulls away for a moment.

"I love you," he says.

'I love you, too, dude." It's an easy thing to say. It always has been.

"No." He looks me straight in the face, locking eyes with me. "I love you. I really do. I think I might always have at least a little, and now you're just...my world….after the girls."

"Obviously. Kids always get the top spot." My face hurts from being angry and smiling and getting kissed out of my mind, unexpectedly. But Craig is looking at me with that look, and I realize he's expecting an answer. "I love you, too. Really."

He pulls me in again, his mouth next to my ear.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to see some of my new moves in person, but...you know."

"Yeah, your old moves will do just fine."

And yeah. They certainly do.

[evillittlebirdie]

Stress Fracture Moodboard

“After Craig asks Nathaniel to move in, he returns to his old ways of overthinking and overworking. Nathaniel becomes insecure in their relationship and worries about his place in Craig's life. When he pushes himself on a run with Craig, he injures himself and desperately tries to cover it up, making it worse. Miscommunication ensues. However, Nathaniel has lost one love of his life. He is not going to lose another.”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11700363/chapters/26345106

[leisurelypanda]

Life is Good chapter 9

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11676360/chapters/26505273

The weekend after Halloween featured a home high school football game and Craig practically jumped at the chance to take his kids out for a game. Sometimes he really regretted not getting into shape until he became a dad because football quickly became his favorite sport. His girls were already into America’s Pastime (in a way), but they enjoyed watching football. Andrew enjoyed watching them watch football, though he did get animated when his team was on.

 It was a crispy fall morning, but not unbearably cold. Mid 40s. Perfect weather for a football game as long as you dressed warmly and stayed relatively active and jumping up to cheer for the home team was a great way to do that. Plus his kids got in free since they were enrolled in the school system. Well, River wasn’t but she was too young to be charged admission. They packed plenty of thermals of hot chocolate for the girls, coffee for the adults, and of course, River’s bottle of formula.

 They all piled out of the car, Andrew taking River and making sure that her hat was secured and her ears would stay warm. Hazel and River raced to the entrance to the football field, full of energy as ever. Craig grabbed the bag with the thermals and followed them to the entrance. They paid for their tickets and got to their seats, at the top of the bleachers with a nice view of the field. Not the best seats but better than nothing. And his kids could see, that was the most important thing.

 It wasn’t long before the announcer started introducing the teams playing and crowd roared as the home team ran out on the field, jumping around and thumping their chests together. They all jumped to their feet and cheered for the Maple Bay Narwhals.

 “You good, bro? I know how you feel about whales,” Craig teased.

 “Ha ha,” Andrew replied. “I know the mascot isn’t an actual narwhal, though why on earth any whale would need a horn is beyond me. They’re bad enough as it is!”

 “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, bro,” Craig said and wrapped his arms around him from behind.

 “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!” his girls protested. “We’re at a game, no kissy faces!”

 Craig turned to his daughters and stuck out his tongue. “He’s my boyfriend and I’ll make all the kissy faces I want! And you two are just going to have to get used to it cause he’s not going anywhere!”

 Andrew cleared his throat. “Actually he—I need to go to the bathroom…”

 “He’s going to the bathroom,” Craig amended. “And when he gets back I’ll make all the kissy faces I want!”

 “So romantic,” Andrew said. “But really, I gotta go.”

  The home team was doing really well, which was a bit surprising considering that the team was okay, most of the time. They tended to lose more games than they won. Maybe the school had a new coach or something because they were having a really good season. When halftime was called and the marching band took the field, the sun was beginning to set and the score was 27 to 7. Andrew decided to take advantage of the timing and announced it was time for a bathroom break.

 Craig occupied himself by playing with River and her capybara. She was smiling and giggling as she reached for the stuffed rodent. Craig was actually impressed that she hadn’t cried for the most part. It was more like she was hungry or wanted Arnold than being disturbed by the roar of the crowds or the announcer’s booming voice resounding through the stadium. I bet I’m gonna have another little athlete on my hands one of these days, he thought to himself.

 Andrew and the girls returned with hot dogs and fries. Craig frowned at the junk food, but was powerless before the charm of Andrew’s kiss against his cheek.

 “Relax, dude. It’s a football game,” he said. “Let them live a little.”

 “Do you know what’s in those things?” Craig said. “Nothing good.”

 “Exactly, which is why I feel completely fine eating them,” Andrew replied, grinning around a mouthful of hotdog like a barbarian. “Because I don’t know what’s in them.” He held up another hotdog. “Want one?”

 Craig was about to protest, when his traitorous stomach growled. I knew I should have eaten a salad before we left, he thought. He accepted the hotdog.

“I’m not going to enjoy this, bro,” he declared.

 “Mm-hmm,” Andrew replied triumphantly. “You still take yours with mustard, relish, and onions, right?”

 Craig opened the wrapper. Sure enough, a hotdog just like he used to eat them. “You’re evil,” he said, taking a bite. This is delicious, he thought bitterly.

 “Yeah,” he said with a grin. “You still love me, though.”

 Craig swallowed. God I’ve missed this. “The jury’s still out.”

 “Aah! I’m hurt,” Andrew cried. “Wounded by your cruel, heartless words.”

 Craig leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

 His bro shivered and picked up the blanket around them and tugged a little to wrap himself in it some more. “I’m evil?” he asked quietly. “You should give lessons. You’re going to hell.”

 “I’ll go anywhere,” Craig whispered, his mouth still hovering near his boyfriend’s ear. “as long as you’re there with me.”

 Andrew turned to face his naughty bro. “You know,” he said kissing him. “they say hell is lovely this time of year.”

 A tiny voice broke through their reverie. “Do you two ever stop?” while another simultaneously cried, “Yuck!”

 Craig turned to his girls, smirking. “That depends. Will you two ever stop being embarrassed by it?”

 They shook their heads, disgust displayed boldly on their faces.

 “Then no, we won’t.” and to demonstrate his point he turned to kiss Andrew again.

 “Thank the Lord,” Andrew said reverently.

[arietisprimavera]

so... craig and robert being there for each other and supporting each other to become the best versions of themselves? craig being roberts rock and getting him out of his own head (and away from the liquor cabinet)? robert helping craig relax and give him the quiet he needs by taking him to the hilltop while dadsona and mat babysit? robert and craig being in love? yes please

[ao3-bookmarks]

“But-but what if he does get cold feet? What if he figures out that he’s way out of my league and I don’t deserve him?”

A snort resounds in the tiny room they’re waiting him, making him and Hazel look towards the doorway. Amanda was standing there, looking absolutely magnificent and at the same time exasperated. “He freaking out?” She asked Hazel who nodded vigorously in response.

“He’s got it in his head that his bro’s gonna bail on him, as if.”

Amanda sighed before stalking over and taking the empty spot next to Craig on the couch. “You’re being dumb.” She announced, looking him dead in the eye. “Absolutely dumb. Do you honestly think that my dad would run away from one of the things that give him joy? Your bro is freaking out as we speak, thinking that you would be the one to back out because, in his opinion, he thinks that he doesn’t deserve you.”

It was Craig’s turn to look incredulous. “What does he mean he doesn’t deserve me? I’m his bro! He’s always been there for me, and cared a lot for me and my kids, why would he think that?”

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[multi-lia]

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

[cynergy-laughter]

Something has been bothering me... (spoilers)

In Dream Daddy... How do you keep your money flowing? Like, when do all of the dates take place? Like the weekends? What is your Dadsona’s job? Heck I think I forgot what Robert’s job was... Mat works at the coffee shop, Craig works to sell fitness gear the little entrepreneur, Hugo is a teacher, Joseph is a minister, Brian is a contractor, Damien is practically a member of Geek Squad, but... what is your Dad’s income earning living? Because the burritos, cakes, and fancy cheese boards aren’t paying for themselves over here?!?!?!?! Is this the start of a new headcanon?! I think it is!!!

[drlamp-and-other-polyships]

Okay, let's make that pinned post x)

This blog is for sharing about polyships, polyamory in media, and just generally to have fun and geek out.

This is not exclusively an adult blog, but there will be adult themes. I will tag +18 content as "minors dni", so if you're a minor, please block that tag! If you want me to tag something specific, feel free to ask.

Just so we are clear, all identities, genders and pronouns are valid. Also I am proship, which means I do not condone violence over fiction. If any of these statements bother you, I believe you will enjoy yourself more on a different blog.

My favorite polyships include :

DRLAMP (Sanders Sides) AKA DLAMPR AKA polysanders : Janus x Remus x Logan x Virgil x Patton x Roman

Royono (Roleslaying with Roman) AKA Blood Red Song AKA the galaxy polycule : Roman x Youngblood x Noise

Stomco (Star vs the Forces of Evil) AKA Startomco AKA Starcotom AKA Tomstarco : Star x Tom x Marco

FameBlue (Steven Universe) : Holly Blue Agathe x the Famethyst

Lapamedot (Steven Universe) : Lapis Lazuli x Peridot x Amethyst

Chariskriel (Undertale) : Chara x Frisk x Asriel

Rajalagang (Sense8 [R17+]) : Rajan Rasal x Kala Dandekar x Wolfgang Bogdanow

Hertoni (Sense8 [R17+]) : Hernando Fuentes x Lito Rodriguez x Daniela Velasquez

The Boyfriends (Boyfriends webtoon) : Goth x Prep x Jock x Nerd

Main 6 poly route (The Arcana) : MC x Asra x Julian x Nadia x Portia x Muriel x Lucio

The cul-de-sac (Dream Daddy [R17+]) : Dadsona x Damian x Craig x Mat x Brian x Hugo x Robert x Joseph x Mary

Polyclan (Nu:Carnival [R18+]) : Eiden x Aster x Morvay x Yakumo x Edmond x Olivine x Quincy x Kuya x Garu x Blade x Dante

Johnlockary (Sherlock) : John Watson x Sherlock Holmes x Mary Watson

Elams (Hamilton) : Elizabeth Schuyler x John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton

Lunatic Bee (Helluva Boss [R18+]) : Loona x Vortex x Queen Bee

Chaggily (Hazbin Hotel [R16+]) AKA Charlie's angels AKA two and a half halos : Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie x Emily

A non-exhaustive list XD

I love to talk about ships, so if you like the same ships as me, don't hesitate to send an ask or a message! We can also talk about other ships, of course! ^^

[punkdeaf]

dream daddy otps

robert x damien mat x craig joseph x MY FOOT UP HIS ASS