i LOVE the iceman dating headcannons - can we have cyclone dating headcannons pls 🙏🙏🙏 i am in such a cyclone mood atm it’s unbelievable
Dating headcanons — Beau "Cyclone" Simpson
Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x reader
Warnings: Slight mentions of insecurities and trauma.
a/n: Hello and thank you! I really enjoyed writing this!
If you haven't already, please check out the general Cyclone headcanons I posted a while back, as there are more than a few references to them in this post!
The first several months of your relationship will be the toughest.
He's terribly guarded and has all but forgotten how to let anyone in.
You'll honestly just have to wait him out. Meeting him where he is and proving to him that you're in it for the long haul.
When he finally starts to let you in is when your relationship gets very serious.
He's quite traditional in how he views his (and only his!) role in a relationship.
On the flip side, he expects next to nothing from you and is wholly grateful for you even just being with him.
I headcanon that he's had to look after himself since a pretty early age, and is used to just kind of... getting by?
Like he's extremely put together on a professional front, but on a personal one, he's an "eating a shitty frozen microwave meal in front of the TV on a Friday night" kinda man.
Not that he couldn't take better care of himself, he just found putting all that effort in for one person a bit depressing.
Now given the opportunity, he's an absolute dream to date
He's paying all the bills, doing the home repairs/improvements, taking your car to the shop, etc.
If you protest this, he will sit you down and quite literally tell you that "your money is your money, and my money is also your money."
And like I said, he expects nothing in return.
However, if you do want to do something to make his life easier, like pack his lunch or iron his uniform, he'd be a goner.
It's also in these small gestures that he best shows his love.
Doing the tasks you dislike, knowing your preferences, anticipating the things you'll need to complete, and making your life just a bit easier is where he shines.
At each restaurant and cafe you go to he has your order memorized.
He is the best cook and will cook for you whenever he has time
He's totally the breakfast-in-bed type too!
Will probably have stayed up late the night before to bake a loaf of brioche for french toast, and will serve it to you on a fancy wooden breakfast tray (that he handmade) with a fresh flower from the garden because that's just the kind of man he is.
If you offer him any he'll refuse, instead preferring to have you fuss over him and his habit of having nothing but a single cup of black coffee for breakfast.
He will, however, accept bacon. Thick cut, cherry smoked.
His desk both on base and at home is covered in pictures of you.
Like Iceman, he isn't jealous, but very protective.
This is also the only point of contention in your relationship.
He has some insecurities and would be absolutely devastated If you were to vie for others' attention or flirt back with them.
Ironically, he absolutely loves to show you off; and will use any such occasion to spoil you.
Will tell you stories from his various deployments.
And cherishes the way you squeeze his hand when the tougher memories come back.
Very nearly worked himself into a worry the first time you were going to stay at his place.
Now he struggles to sleep without you beside him.
Loves nothing more than to cuddle up with you in bed or on the couch.
More often than not, you'll end your day just like that.
With the added bonus of him reading whatever book he's been reading aloud to you.
Will 100% take you on bookstore dates!
He'll order himself a coffee in the cafe before happily setting you free with his wallet.
Will happily carry and/or guard the stacks of books you pick out.
If you happen to pick out a book or two for him, he'll get almost bashful??
Knowing you not only cared enough but paid enough attention to his interests to know just what he'd like hits him directly in his soft spot.
Each year he takes you back home to Alaska.
It's one of the few times you get to see his personality shine in private and in public.
The trips are only a few weeks long at the most.
Although as the days pass, you both secretly hope to get snowed in for the whole winter.
These trips have spawned not only some of your favorite memories as a couple, but moving back there with you in tow has become his retirement plan.
Currently thinking about dad! Rooster and dad! Cyclone with babies who are their complete mini me’s (and who also happen to be in the same class at school)
- Rooster and Duck, a little boy with big brown eyes and an even bigger heart, seldom seen without a tropical shirt and a mustache drawn on with a brown marker
- Cyclone and Blizzard (also known as Izzy), a little girl with pink beaded braids who rules over her classroom with an iron fist and has wit well beyond her years.
They’re personalities makes them somewhat unlikely friends, but they spend most of their time in each others orbit and insist on eating lunch together every day.
(Blizzard’s lunch, a bento fit for a princess, is painstakingly packed by Beau everyday before he leaves for work. While Duck’s lunch always comes with a short “you’ve got this, kiddo” note penned by Bradley)
You can almost always find them sitting under a big shade tree while they dig in to their packed lunches. They also take this time to discuss the most important topics, Including:
The quality of the playground sandbox
What flavor jelly is best for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (she thinks strawberry, while he doesn’t care as long as there’s no crust)
Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell
Izzie’s campaign for class President
What song(s) Duck is learning on piano
Despite their close friendship, neither of them have explicitly mentioned the other to their parents. It’s only revealed after summer vacation when the school’s open house happens, and little Ducky (who’s hid behind Rooster all day) sees her and takes off running, nearly tackling her into a hug.
Cyclone dating an autistic!Reader would include (Headcanons) — Beau “Cyclone” Simpson
Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x autistic!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of mental health, sensory issues, and social anxiety
a/n: thank you to the anons who requested this pairing!
He happily listens to you infodump about your special interest(s) for as long as you want
He'll commit everything you say to memory and do research on your interests on his own time so he can better converse and relate with you about them
Always keeps your safe foods well stocked
Will purchase your preferred and/or sensory-safe dishware and utensils so that mealtime is as painless as possible for you
Also consults you when shopping for his clothes so that he can be sure none of the fabrics or patterns will bother you
If you struggle with interoception, Beau text you various reminders throughout the day to eat, use the bathroom, drink water, etc. Ensuring that you're taking the best care of yourself as possible!
When you first start coming over or staying the night at his place, he'll take you around his house and have you test out his bedding, couches, rugs, etc to make sure they're ok for you
If anything is problematic (or even just not to your taste), Beau won't hesitate to remove it
The weekend afterward he will take you out to lunch before going out shopping for replacement decor
Also removes anything sharp or breakable from the space so that you won't hurt yourself if you fall or bump into it :)
Makes note of your favorite/most worn clothes and secretly buys duplicates for when your current ones inevitably wear out
Invests in lamps and fairy lights so you can avoid the widely hated "big light"
If he has to travel for work, he'll keep an eye out for any gifts he thinks you'd like. Looking extra hard for anything related to your special interest(s)!
Beau doesn't mind if you have a specific bedtime routine or have an irregular sleep schedule. Being in the military has trained him to sleep anywhere and through just about anything
He Always makes sure your emotional support water bottle is clean and filled
He will happily take over any household tasks that you don't enjoy or find overstimulating
Has told you many times that you're free to forgo "typical" employment in favor of pursuing one of your passions or simply staying home
When you're out together in public, he frequently checks in with you to make sure you're doing alright
If you let him know that you're ready to leave, he is perfectly happy to drop whatever he's doing and leave with you. No questions asked
Has no problem explaining jokes or expressions to you if you don't understand them
Because of his dry and sarcastic sense of humor, it's not uncommon for you to misinterpret him as being serious
So he'll often send you a wink to signal that he was simply joking
If you have social anxiety, he will seamlessly steer conversations away from you when he sees that the situation is bringing you discomfort
Keeps an extra pair of headphones and/or ear defenders in his desk for when you visit him on base :)
Gives such good hugs and is the best at deep pressure therapy!
Helping you avoid a meltdown (Headcanons)— Beau “Cyclone” Simpson
Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x autistic!Reader
Warnings: This is almost entirely fluff, but it includes non-graphic mentions of mental health, autistic meltdowns, and feelings of guilt
a/n: this is the second part of the headcanons I mentioned a couple weeks ago :)
When you come home after a long day and are on the verge of a meltdown, his sole focus becomes helping you regulate and fend the meltdown off
Depending on your preference, he'll help you change out of your day clothes before pulling you into bed with him or he'll set you up in a quiet room with your hobbies/comfort items while he reads a book in the next room
He makes sure to stay just close enough so he can occasionally check in on you + you can come find him when you're feeling up to it
He makes a point to never stray far from you when you're in this state
At some point, you'll silently enter the room he's in and make your way onto his lap
When this happens, he'll hold you tightly for several minutes before shifting until he's lying on his back
Thus allowing you to settle into whatever position you want
Your head will almost certainly end up resting against his warm chest
Chances are he's shirtless, so you'll probably end up running your fingers through his chest hair
It's just so soft
You shift between rhythmic patterns or you trace shapes with your fingertips
You don't notice how wide he smiles at the sensation and your natural orderliness
Or how his heart nearly bursts when you start to hum as he tells you a story in a low voice
(especially when he realized your stim was actually mimicking the vibration you felt when he spoke)
At some point, he'll turn on the TV and relay what there is to watch.
He keeps the options to a minimum, knowing that too many choices can easily overwhelm you
You'll usually settle on something calm and comforting (like a show from your childhood or a studio ghibli movie)
If you'd prefer to listen to music or watch videos on your phone, he'll fetch you your favorite pair of headphones and quietly watch one of his favorite shows instead.
If you are nonverbal (or simply don't feel like talking) he's more than happy to sit silently with you
If you still feel like communicating, he'll bring you a pen and notebook or your iPad
Once you're more regulated
If you start to apologize, he'll gently insist that there's absolutely nothing to apologize for
On the flip side, if you thank him for being understanding, he'll just smile and kiss your forehead
To him, his actions were nothing special.
The person he loves most was having a hard time, so he jumped into action.
And everyone knows you don't get to where he is in his career without being a bit of a problem solver :)
Summary: Commander!Reader and Cyclone have a years old tradition of coming over and sharing a glass of whiskey whenever something is troubling them. When Cyclone lets his feelings slip, reader realizes she’s been reading the situation wrong the whole time.
warnings: language, implied age difference, superior/subordinate relationship, slight 18+ content.
note: Thank y’all so much for 500+ followers! It means really does mean the world to me. Back to the fic at hand, this is 1900+ words of pure self indulgence. I’m already plotting at least one more part to this. Lastly, A Massive thank you to @austin-butlers-gf for listening to my many, many thirsty Cyclone thoughts and encouraging me to write this.
The bright San Diego sun shone in through your bedroom window, scattering white flits of light throughout the room. Most days you were already on base before the sun even considered rising, but this was one of the rare times you were allowed to practice the art of sleeping in. Unfortunately, your standard day-to-day schedule had made you forget just how sweltering your room grew during the day.
Tugging your way out from under your blankets, you flipped your pillow over to the cold side and tried to settle back in. It wasn’t long until your new position grew just as uncomfortable. Soon any soft material within arm's length was promptly discarded to the floor in an effort to find the one cool spot on your bed. With your eyes still closed, you pushed up on your arms and rolled dramatically across the now empty bed until you finally found your oasis. A near silent sigh left you as you settled into the mattress.
Just as your luck would have it, just a few short minutes passed before your phone began to ring from beneath the mounds of material on the floor.
Rolling back into the sun you let off a string of curses toward the universe. Planting your feet on the ground, you began digging through the heaps of material. By the time the third cycle of your ringtone had come to a close, your recovery efforts had become nothing more than flinging your fluffy white duvet backward onto the bed. As the fourth chime began you finally spotted your phone. Answering quickly, you took a seat on the edge of your bed. A “Hell0” hadn’t fully left your lips before the man on the other end of the line was already speaking.
"Open your door."
"…what?"
"Open your door. It's hot out here."
"I was asleep."
"It's 11:43 am, y/n. Now come open your door."
"Fine, just… give me a minute." You responded, rolling your eyes at how he was implying 11:43 am was late. Throwing your phone onto the bed, you threw on yesterday's sundress and brushed your teeth before padding out of your room and towards your front door. Swallowing back a groan, you pulled the door open and met eyes with a surprisingly casual-dressed Beau Simpson.
"Don't you have to be on base today?" You questioned.
"Consider it Vice Admiral privileges, Commander." He answered, pushing past you to enter your small bungalow.
-
10 minutes later, you were out on your back deck listening to your superior rant about a particular group of idiots (his words, not yours) that he had to deal with back on base. As he continued on, you noted how these moments had become more and more common over the years, especially as you and Beau navigated your respective careers and climbed the ranks in the Navy. All it took was a shared glass of whiskey for your collective egos to be set aside in favor of genuine human connection, something that was increasingly hard to come by in your profession.
"-so not only did they directly undermine me and risk the lives of countless men, but Admiral Kazansky let them off with a slap on the wrist." He finished with a huff.
"well maybe if you weren't such a hard ass all the time, they'd be a bit more inclined to follow your orders." You said sending him a playful wink. This earned a scoff of feigned annoyance from him, which you counted as a victory in your book.
"If I wanted someone half my age to tell me I was an ass, I would've stayed at the base." He stated with a hint of humor. You smiled over at him and nudged his shoulder. "Mhm. You know you love me, Admiral." You say with a laugh before sliding the last sip of whiskey his way. His shoulders stiffened as he looks out towards the horizon. A rare silence falls between you two. He paused slightly, before throwing back the glass and letting out a shaky breath.
"That I do, commander."
Those four words caused the already unusual silence to grow thick and syrupy. You turned to look at him as his eyes set on something way off the coast, jaw taut with his signature look of confidence and determination. Yet this time you noticed something else beneath the surface. The silence grew heavier and heavier as you wracked your brain trying to figure out what that thing was. As his finger traced the rim of the glass, everything fell into place.
You'd only ever seen that look once before. It was years ago in this exact spot when you'd told him you were being shipped off to some far off land to fight the good fight. Brief as it was, that look was burned in your memories. Furrowed brows and shifty eyes avoiding your own. All tell tall signs that he was nervous.
The ringing in your ears drowned out the waves. Leaning further back over the railing, you turned, letting the wind whip through your hair as a few birds flew overhead. Squinting against the mid-day sun, you smiled.
"Christ, Beau." You said through a shaky laugh before finally meeting his eyes. only then did he relax slightly, slowly turning his head towards you.
"That was not how I expected this to go." He said, looking down and through the glass before looking back towards you. "You've been expecting this?" You questioned in an unintentionally pitched tone. At this, he pushed off the railing and turned to leave. Before he even made a step away, you grabbed his arm. Pulling him back towards you.
He looked between you both with a watery curiosity before surrendering to your touch.
"I hate you."
"And here I was thinking you loved me." You said, standing up straight and matching his tone. This earned a smile from him, which in turn caused your eyes to grow soft in that particular way he loved.
"I don't think I've ever seen you smile." You marveled. His smile grew wider and somehow shy. You took that as a go signal to push the boundaries. Stepping closer to him, your eyes meet his as your fingers trail up his arm.
"It's... um... not something I've made a habit."
"Well, you should. I mean holy shit." You beamed up at him.
It was then that you realized these were the moments he showed his love. Sly smiles and teasing comments are spoken in close proximity, hidden away from judging eyes. Your hand snaked up his chest and around his shoulders, pulling him into you as a soft sigh escaped your lips. His arms found your waist as your head fell against his chest. There was a fluidity to these movements as if you'd done them a thousand times over. His hands stroked your ribs gently. The feeling of safety flooded your system, allowing your mind to drift.
You remembered a conversation you'd had with your fellow aviators at The Hard Deck a few summers ago. Conversation and drinks flowed like always over a game of darts as the notorious egos of aviators reared its head. The topic eventually drifted to the various assignments that called the aviators out to North Island. This led to a heated debate about the leadership each mission had. Admiral Kazansky was well-liked, Rear Admiral Cain was feared, and Vice Admiral Simpson was a complete mystery. Conversation roared as they speculated, leaving you to just laugh along while thinking about all the little things only you knew about Cyclone. How much he loves baseball and hockey but rolls his eyes at football. How he hates the soft mosaic of grey that graces his otherwise dark undercut and how that mosaic is a little more prominent every time you see him. How he refuses to admit his eyes get misty when he watches the sun rise and set. How he always put his hand near you, but never makes contact. How he was engaged once, but never married.
Breaking free from your thoughts, you pulled back from his arms slightly. He cleared his throat and tensed under your touch. Worried he'd pushed it too far. Ignoring the feeling of your heart breaking at his reaction, you moved your hands up to caress his face.
Before you could even think about it your voice filled the now decreasing space between you two.
"God, how did I not see it before? I am so in love with you..." You whispered, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.
The words were barely out of your mouth before his mouth collided with yours.
His hand found its way into your hair as you both deepened the kiss. His teeth nipped your lip, making a yelp escape from your chest. His arms snaked around your lower back and lifted you effortlessly onto the railing. His hips pushed your legs apart, prompting a moan to escape your chest. He smirked against the kiss and pulled you closer to him to keep you firmly in place. Ever the protector. The sharp scrape of your fingernails dug into his shoulders as he groaned happily into your mouth. His hips pushed harder into yours, prompting warmth to fill your lower stomach. His fingers began to trail under your dress as his hips met yours again, indicating he was feeling the same way you were. Your head fell to the side as his mouth made its way down your neck.
Just as he began to slide your dress strap down your shoulder, his phone rang. Planting a firm kiss to your neck's pulse point, his hands landed roughly on either side of your hips as he rested his forehead against yours. You stayed like that for a moment. Eyes closed, pretending that if you just ignored the world, they'd leave you two alone in each other's company again. Yet the world kept spinning just as his phone continued to ring. Standing up straight, he let out a deep sigh before pulling the phone from his back pocket.
-
His fingers played with your hair as he took the call. There was something so attractive about watching him revert back into the leader headspace. He finished the call soon after and you leaned forward expectantly, only for him to send you a despondent look.
"I thought you weren't needed today?" You said, disappointedly.
"That's Full Admiral privileges, hun." He replied, fingers dropping to your hip.
"I'm going to need you to start working towards that promotion, then."
"Yes ma'am." He smirked down at you.
He stepped back, allowing you to hop off the deck rail. Your legs were shaky as you led him silently back through your house and out the door.
-
Once outside, he turned to face you.
"Are you free tonight?"
"That depends on what you're about to say," you replied cheekily, leaning against the door frame.
"I'll pick you up at six, and I want you in another one of these pretty little sundresses." He stated. That same warm feeling pooled in your stomach as his tone of voice washed over you and his fingers trailed the hem of your dress. As he lent down for another kiss your hand pushed into his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
"People will see, Beau," you warned.
"Good. Let them." He said simply before closing the gap between you two once more. Mere seconds later, he pulled his lips away just as smoothly as planted them, yet he didn't back up just yet. Rolling his shoulders back, he assumed his usual commanding posture before leaning in and placing a firm smack to your backside.
"I'll see you tonight, Commander." he winked down at you before turning on his heel and making his way down the path to his car. You stood there dumbfounded as he drove off. Shortly after you closed the door and padded back to your bedroom.
Throwing yourself onto your still bare bed, your thoughts are flooded with nothing but images of him.
What in the world have you just gotten yourself into?
Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Reader (read note)
Word Count: 677
Summary: Reader comes home totally and completely exhausted. Luckily, Cyclone is there to help her feel better.
Note: Thank you to everyone that has requested Cyclone fluff as well as more Cyclone x Autistic!Reader! Because of that, this can be read as either a standard x reader or as an x Autistic!Reader story. There are no direct mentions of reader having autism, but I wrote this in a way that reader could be mentally exhausted from having a terrible week or she could be experiencing a shut down. That way its accessible to everyone <3
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slipping your shoes off in the entry, you made it exactly 7 steps into the house before the weight of the world slipped off your shoulders and hit the floor. It took your last bit of resolve to stop you from sinking to the floor alongside it. Instead you tilted your head back and closed your eyes. Breathing deeply in an effort to keep your composure. You dropped your shoulders in an effort to curb the tension headache you could already feel growing.
Through the haze you didn’t notice the Beau exiting his office only to be hit with a wall of melancholy. His expression twisted with confusion for just a moment, his own problems vanishing as his mind shifted to you. Silently he made his way to you. First touching your back softly as not to scare you, he felt the tension radiating off of you even as you softened subtly under his finger tips. The hand made its way up your back until it reached the base of your neck. Agile fingers working your pressure points as his other arm moved to turn you around and into his embrace. You barely registered what was happening before he enveloped you in a hug so strong and secure. It was only then, as he held you that the haze you were in lifted. “There you go...” He voiced softly, hands caressing your back. He didn’t know exactly what had come over you, but he knew he’d do his absolute best to fix it.
“What do you need?” he asked gently. Silence lingered, and Beau rested his head atop yours while you tried to find the words. “Can we just… lay down for a bit?” “Of course, hun.”
-
With Cyclone’s gentle encouragement and a bit of your own determination you made it to the bedroom. He helped you into bed before following you between the sheets. You were quick to curl into him, something he was more than happy to facilitate. You lay together for awhile enveloped in blankets and a comfortable quiet.
“Tell me about your day?” You asked in a soft voice.
He tried his best to leave work at the door, but he knew you needed something to take your mind off things. Not to mention the fact that a request from you was all but granted before the words even left your mouth. Pulling both you and the blankets closer, he began retelling his day from the very beginning.
You settled down as he spoke. Soon finding yourself absentmindedly raking your fingers through the dark hair on his chest. The depth and poise of his voice and the vibration in his chest relaxing you instantly and you burrowed impossibly closer to him. One of the things you loved most about him was just how comfortable he made you.
Soon he was dramatically relaying the events of an afternoon meeting with his maverick. Cyclone’s voice grew slightly louder while he aired his newest grievances towards the aviator. One particularly dry and snarky comment about Maverick making him consider an early retirement had you burying your face in his chest while letting out a soft giggle. Your reaction made his heart soar and he couldn’t help but placing a sweet kiss in your hair.
“At least someone gets joy out of my meetings.” He teased while moving further under the covers with you. You poke him in his side. “Don’t act like you don’t love your job.” You say before he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Maybe, but what I really love is you.” You laugh and bury your face again to escape his cheesy (albeit honest) words. “You flatter me.” You say with a slightly muffled voice. “That's my job.” “Technically, your job is to deal with Maverick.”. Your sentence was cut by him groaning at the mere mention of the aviators name. “-but I much prefer this job.” He smiles wide at your admission while you take the time to eye him up and down.
Hi! I am happy to see a fellow Cyclone affectionnado!! CouldnI please request something cute and fluffy, maybe about cyclone and wife!Reader and their kids?
Thank you!!!!
Hello! This request has been on my mind 24/7 ever since I received it haha. I'm working on the cute fluffy fic you requested, but I have tons of Dad! Cyclone (and Wife! Reader) headcanons to share in the meantime!
Dad! Cyclone HCs
For starters, this man is a complete and total girl dad
He has 3-5 girls all pretty close in age
100% cries each time you told him you were pregnant
Talks to your belly every night before bed
“Hey there little one. It’s your dad talking.”
As your pregnancy goes on he starts reading stories to your baby too
This continues after their born, and even after they leave for college
It’s not uncommon for them to call late at night when they’re stressed/before a big test and ask him to read them a story
Once his babies are in the world he spoils each of them absolutely rotten
Every year he ensures his kids' birthday parties are the biggest, best birthdays a kid could have
Has never, and will never tell them no or deny them anything
His girls are his complete pride and joy and he will not let anyone forget it
Not only are they complete and total daddy’s girls, but each one inherited a different aspect of his personality
Though they all inherited his snarkiness and dry wit, much to everyone's dismay
Both his home and work office are decorated with more of his babies' pictures and achievements than his own.
Seeing that he works a lot, he insists that you send him updates throughout the day
These updates range from major life milestones to what they had for breakfast
Literally the most devoted husband and father of all time
He is president of his daughters' private school PTA
He runs each and every meeting, event, etc like the navy
The PTA members are both terrified and possibly in love with him
This goes for the other kids at school as well
When the babies are tasked on the first day of school with telling everyone about themselves, each one of them brags about how their dad is a big important admiral
Flash forward a few months and kids and parents alike are fawning over him at career day
At work, he keeps his personal life as private as he can. To the point that most people don’t know he has a family outside of him wearing a wedding ring
That is until one day he shows up at one of the infamous Kazansky family barbecues with you and the girls in tow
everyone loses it
Takes his girls to work with him whenever he can
The dagger squad adores them
Cyclone’s proudest moment as a father just might be when they all collectively glared at Maverick when he walked by
Uncle Warlock and his wife are the only people Cyclone trusts to babysit
not to mention that they’re the only ones both willing and equipt to deal with them
Beau makes sure no one, under any circumstances, messes with his girls
Once you all went to the park and a bigger boy ended up pushing your youngest down the slide
You quite literally had to hold him back from fist fighting an 8-year-old
He settled for having a very strong word with the kid's parents
God speed to the person who causes one of his babies' first heartbreak
He insists on you both setting a good example for what a strong, healthy relationship looks like
No matter how busy he is date night is mandatory at least once a week
His kids all end up with very specific and insanely high standards for their potential partner(s)
When he has free time he takes them on daddy-daughter dates
Is the type of dad to let his girls dress him up, paint his nails, do his makeup, etc
Hosts the best tea parties
Your house becomes the house everyone in the neighborhood goes to
The annual Fourth of July cookout you host is his time to brag about how good his life is
All in all, he is quite literally the best husband and father anyone could ask for
