Could You Please Write A Concept About Dave Being Really Over Protective But In A Cute Way

Could you please write a concept about Dave being really over protective but in a cute way

I feel like this would happen when you first find out you’re pregnant, like he’d be sooo scared to let you do anything by yourself in case something happened. Even if you’re just carrying a small bag he’s snatching it out of your hand straight away to make sure you and the baby don’t go through any extra stress 🥺

And I feel like he’d be so hesitant to go out clubbing or to parties once you find out, because he knows how crazy everyone can be when they’re a lil drunk and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you guys. But eventually you convince him to go, however once you’re there he’s not leaving your side at all. And if someone even slightly questionable walks over to you, he’s pulling you close to his chest and moving to stand in front of you slightly, trying to seem all intimidating.

if you didn’t drive a Tesla, he would literally buy you one the second he finds out you’re pregnant because of how much ‘safer’ they are, or he’d at least make you drive his if you had to go somewhere without him 🥺

If you ever had a small fall, even just missing the last step and stumbling slightly, or slipping on a small puddle of water by the sink you didn’t see, he’d go into full protective mode. No matter how many times you told him you’re okay, and the baby’s okay, he’d literally carry you out to the car and drive you to the hospital ‘just to make sure’.

He’d be so cute I can’t 😭😭

Pancake Girl - Colson Baker

Summary - Each person is born with the age their soulmate is when they meet. The reader is at a diner when the number on their wrist lights up when a group of rowdy guys walk in.

29. Before the age of 16, it was nothing but a number. 27, 28, 29, 30. After your 16 birthday, that was the number that drove your life. Everyone had a number that corresponded with the age that their soulmate is when they meet. It was easy to tell if the person was your meant to be because when the numbers are put together they’ll glow a pretty color, at least that’s what your mother had been going on about since you got your number. 

“Hey, what can I get going for you dear?” Shannon asked coming over to your booth. Her hair was in its usual low bun with a few strands shaping her never aging face.

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Request: So can I request one where Tony x reader. Where their little daughter interrupt and being naughty and all that lol . Just a cute family fluff. Thank you!

Pairing: Tony x Reader, daughter

Warnings: Cuteness

“I wanna see daddy!” Your daughter exclaims from her bed. “I wanna see daddy!”

             Walking over to Rylen you pick her up. Placing the 2 year old against your hip, you push her already unruly curls from her face. Every other aspect of her reminds you of her father, your husband, Tony Stark. The curls she inherited from you, but the sparkling eyes of wonder and need to get what she wants is all her father.

“Daddy’s busy sweetie.” You carry her toward her playroom. “We are going to play in here till he is all done. How does that sound?”

“I want you both to play,” Rylen’s eyes start to droop towards the floor with tears filtering behind them.

             This girl really knows how to pull at your heart strings, anyone’s really. Last week you caught Happy sneaking her three cookies all because of the eyes she gave him. With Tony all she needs is to bat an eyelash and he is wrapped around her little baby finger. It has been this way since the moment she was born.

             Tony was excited but terrified of becoming a father. He wants to be better than his dad, wants to make sure that Rylen knowns she is loved, wants her every need to be taken care of. While you loved him for this, it has also caused problems. Whoever said you can’t spoil a baby was clearly mistaken. You can spoil a baby, and you were the only one strong enough to withstand your precious baby’s tactics… for the most part.

“Honey do we have any-“

“I got it, I got it.” Tony’s voice trails behind you in the kitchen.

             Seconds later he holds two jars, one containing pickles while the other contains mustard. It is one of the many weird craving you have had since the beginning of the pregnancies and it wont be the last, but this is your favorite.

“Please tell me that when you come out mommy will go back to eating normal food.” He speaks toward your belly.

             Smacking him, you both laugh. About the same time the baby starts to kick. Reaching for your husband’s hand you place it on your belly. Surprised at the force Tony slightly jumps but places his other hand on the area as well.

             Sometimes you’re scared that he will think this is all too much. That he’s not ready and leave. Though looking at him right now causes all those fears to run out the door. Tears form against his eyes as he feels his child moving. Looking up at you, you see nothing but love and adoration toward you and the baby.

“I love you,” he whispers placing a kiss against your lips. “I love you,” he clears his throat and kisses your belly.

             The odd silence pulls you from your memory. Scanning the room you find the Legos that Rylen was playing with only a moment ago abandoned on the floor. Looking behind the rocking chair and the play kitchen you find the room absent of your daughter.

“Rylen,” you huff as you realize where she is going.

Tony’s Pov

             The meeting is long and boring, just like any other meeting he has had this past week. All he wants to do is be with his wife and child or in the lab while they are napping. Tony does not want to miss a single moment of Rylen growing up. He was there for her birth, her first words, her first steps. He wants to be there for everything, every heartbreak that is bound to happen in the future, every science fair, and every goofy creative thing she does every day.

“What are you going to do if she doesn’t become a billionaire genius like you?” (Y/N) teases from the doorway.

             She watches as Tony holds their three month old child in his arms with as much wonder as he did the day Rylen was born. Their daughter lies asleep in his arms. Tony loves watching her sleep. The way her face scrunches up every once in a while makes his heart flutter, and he loves being here when she wakes up. Loves the way she searches for him and her mother.

“Honestly, if she wanted to join the circus I would be more than willing to let her.” Tony glances up for a moment at his wife. “I just want her to be happy, and I want to encourage her to do what makes her happy.”

“Daddy!” A small familiar voice exclaims. “Daddy daddy daddy!”

             Little Rylen appears by her father’s side arms stretched wanting to be picked up. Tony easily obliges and rests her on his lap. She buries her head into him as she wraps her small arms around his neck.

“Rylen!” He hears (Y/N)’s voice from the hall. Walking in she stops noticing the audience, “sorry for the interruption. This one has a habit of trying to get what she wants.”

             Tony’s smile widens as he takes in the sight of his wife. His sleep deprived, frazzled, short of breath, pajama all-day wearing, beautiful wife. (Y/N) has been by his side through everything. She saw him change from an arrogant ass to the man he is today, and he credits it all to her. (Y/N) was always able to bring him back to reality during his panic attacks, able to show him that there is more to love in the world than hate. She’s the women that brought his amazing daughter into the world.

“Uh oh,” he turns his attention to his daughter. “Has someone been bad?”

“No,” she sheepishly shakes her head.

             Tony shoots (Y/N) a wink and wraps his arms around his daughter. Mouthing I’ll take care of it he turns Rylen around so she’s facing the table.

“Time to give mommy a break,” he whispers in Rylen’s ear. “(Y/N) go rest or go out with your friends. I have this covered.”

             Blowing a kiss his direction, (Y/N) mouths a thank you back Tony’s way before closing the door. Looking back down at his daughter, he finds her head tilted far back enough to see him.

“Now are we going to run like that from mommy again?” He asks.

“No daddy,” she sniffles realizing she has been caught.

“That’s my good girl.” Tony kisses the top of his daughter’s head before resuming the meeting.

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