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505

"I'm going back to 505.

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty five minute drive

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands in between your thighs.."

-505 by Arctic Monkeys

Cecil Stedman x Reader

About: After a nasty fight between the two of you, you have had enough of Cecil for the last time or so you think.

Notes: AMAZING AMAZING COVERT ART DONE BY THE SUPERB @geddy-spageddy please go check out their art! They're super talented and kind! I love Arctic Monkeys and the idea came to me while listening to this song. I hope you enjoy it! Some toxicity angst, nothing abusive though, and some drinking use involved. Italics are past memories. Enjoy :3

"Darlin', I didn't mean it-

"You still said it though! If you didn't mean to say: 'God if you're so fucking tired then why did you say it?!" You cried out.

"Well, you ask so much from me all the goddamn time!! I'm the one busting my ass all the fucking time!" Cecil yelled back.

"Just because I ask you to be here for me doesn't mean you get to scream bloody-"

"Your room number is 505, ma'am."

The check in guy knocked you out of the flashback, even though the event just happened an hour ago.

"Thank you." You mumble, taking the room key from him.

You gave a friendly nod to him and turned to find the room, the room you've been accustomed to going to every once in a while.

505.

Seeing the room number felt like it was taunting you as if it were saying: 'Welcome to your second home.' You shook the thought of your head as you unlocked the door and stepped in. The all familiar beige basic walls with the white curtains, old boxy TV as well as the floral bedsheets comforted you in a sense. You shut and lock the door behind you and collapse onto the more than less comfortable mattress. This would be your last time coming here, for you were set in stone on staying here for a couple of days or so, however long it would take to find a new apartment for you to live in. All that you knew though was that you were done.

"Cecil..wake up."

"Hm?' Cecil grumbled.

He was still half asleep, but almost immediately woke up to your voice. It was like a sweet melody to his ears. You reached over and rubbed his back, hearing a half tired groan come from Cecil. Your touch sent chills down his spine, but in a good way. It was a reminder to what he has in his life. Cecil sighed deeply as he rolled over, facing you and immediately taking you into his arms. Cecil attached his lips to yours, bringing you even closer to him.

"This is the best part of my day." Cecil said once he pulled apart from you.

"Why is that?" You ask cheekily.

"Because I get to see your pretty self before I have to slave the day away."

You chuckled, attaching your lips back onto his.

The sound of the empty glass hitting the table was what echoed throughout the empty house. The only person there was Cecil. Normally you would be there, but you weren't. In fact, he knew exactly where you were at. But this time it was so bad that you both got in each others faces. So much screaming that his ears were still ringing from it. Cecil knew he was at fault for this and not just this time but for the many other times it has happened. He loves you, he really does. But damn it, he knew he was shitty. Cecil knew he was a shitty partner to you and knew he could do better. But it was the same old, same old. Cecil filled up his drink again, trying to wash away the events from earlier.

"I'm done! I never want to see you again!"

Your words echoed in his mind. Cecil said some stuff he shouldn't have but you did as well. It was just gasoline from one another to the already bursting fire. You had gotten in his face and it only caused him to get even more louder. Nothing physically happened, but it was a horrible screaming match to the point you threw your coat at him and walked out. The door slammed so hard that y'alls framed picture on y'alls anniversary fell and shattered.

"Shit, shit." Cecil had cursed as he went to retrieve the picture that fell.

He moved the glass shards away, realizing the picture was still in tact and the frame just needed to be replaced. In the process of it, Cecil's hand was cut up from the glass, but he didn't care. For the first time in a long while, Cecil felt some strand tears fall down his face. This was it. It was over.

"Please just..leave me alone."

"I'm just trying to help you out, Cecil." You say.

"Okay well maybe I just want some damn piece and quiet after work."

"I just want a fucking hug or even a hello from you, Cecil! Not just you grumble in, go and have a drink and give me the stank eye when I ask you about your day!!"

"I just want to be left alone for Christ's sake!! You're always jumping down my throat for everything!!"

'And now for the four o'clock news..'

The lukewarm soda went down your throat nicely, followed by the salt goodness from the potato chips. You were chowing down, trying to eat your feelings away and distract yourself. Despite the news and the badly made sitcom shows that you skimmed through, you still felt the frog in your throat. You wanted to cry but you held it together. This was ultimately the final straw. Lots of screaming and cursing at each other, sleeping in separate rooms, and lots of drinking to cope. Despite all of that though, you loved him. You love Cecil deeply, even at times like these. Great cuddler, great sense of humor, great in bed, and great at being..loving. Your mind started reminiscing on the good times. The honeymoon stage was your favorite. Cecil was more like himself then and was much more open. Over the years he started building his walls up and up slowly against you, even though there was no reason for him to do so. Granted you knew what he did for a job, being director of the GDA and all, but it killed you inside that you just wanted to help him.

"You look absolutely ravishing in that, darlin'." Cecil complimented you.

You turned around to find Cecil in the doorway. There was a company dinner party happening and of course you were going to go with him. You were his significant other after all. He trusts and loves you so he wasn't afraid of you knowing about anything.

"Thanks." You say.

Cecil approached you from behind and ran his hands down your body in a romantic way. Sure, Cecil liked to admire how you looked and how blessed he was to have you, but this was all romantic, not lustful. Cecil then leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on your temple, feeling the rough edges from his cheek scar.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"For?"

"My cheek, I know it can be irritating."

"Why would it be?" You ask genuinely.

Cecil sighed deeply, placing a peck on your cheek.

"We'll talk later, hun. We need to get going." Cecil said as he squeezed your hips.

"Alright, you cheeky bastard." You response making him giggle.

Every time you both argued, Cecil would go out for a drive in his car. It often helped him clear out his head, more than alcohol ever would. He waited until he was sober enough to do it of course, despite wanting to do it right away. But despite both of you being mad at each other, Cecil would never do anything intentional to get back at you. Sure he would cuss at you and say hurtful shit out of anger, but he would wait until he was sober enough to drive. Driving relaxed him, and made him feel like he at least had a little bit of control in his life over something. You made him feel content with life but the more often this was happening, the more he felt like he was going to loose you. He didn't want that. As he sat there in that kitchen, contemplating on getting another drink, Cecil made a decision. He wants you. He wants to be with you till the end of time. Even if the world explodes due to his negligence, he wants you there. Cecil wants to hold you in his arms, caressing your face, whispering sweet nothings to you in comfort. And as the sky turns orange, his chapped, cracked lips will connect to your lips, squeezing your hand tightly in comfort as it all ends. He wants you.

"Darlin', shh, I got you."

"Not even a text or nothing, Stedman?! I thought you were dead." You pushed him away from you.

Cecil just approached you again but you walked away, trying to hurry to lock yourself in the bedroom out of anger. You slammed the door.

"FUCK!" Cecil exclaimed.

The door flew open as he stood there in the doorway. He knew you were upset at him, hell when were you not upset at him? Cecil was such a fuckup that he wouldn't be surprised if the world blew up because of him.

"Hun, I'm sorry. Okay? I-I should've texted you and told you. I'm sorry." Cecil apologized, making him sound like a broken record.

"Cecil I'm fucking pissed because I love you and just want you okay!"

"Why?!" Cecil almost tearfully yelled, "why do you love me?! All I do is treat you like garbage! I don't..shit." Cecil grumbled, running his hands through his hair.

Cecil leaned against the wall and slid down on it, sitting on the floor. His hands were resting on his temples as he looked straight down on the ground. You didn't know whether to approach him or give him space. You hated when things were like this between y'all, but you really do love Cecil. He had a kind soul deep down and he loved you too, he just wasn't used to anyone caring for him so damn much.

"Cecil.."

"Just..just leave. You deserve someone better than me."

Your heart shattered upon hearing that. Despite all of the damn fights you both have and how bad they can be, you still loved him deep down. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You sat down next to him, gingerly grabbed one of his hands, and held it. Cecil looked at you. His face had softened, and his eyes seemed to be glimmer, which was a first for you. You sat closer and brought his hand close and placed a soft kiss onto it.

"I'm here, Cecil. Forever and always."

Cecil blinked, and tears fell down his face. He cleared his throat as he was trying not to bring attention to that. Ever so slowly, did you reach your hand to his face to gently wipe the tears away from his face. You didn't know it at the time, but the action made Cecil the most vulnerable you've ever seen him. More tears fell down his face, and you could ever so slightly hear his voice breaking. You leaned against the wall, sitting up taller than Cecil. You both sat there in silence, trying to come up with something to say, anything at all to break the silence. And suddenly, in the midst of the deep silence between you two, you felt a light weight on your shoulders.

All of the snacks and soda were gone, and all you could do was hold the pillow against your chest as you silently sobbed into it. You felt that this was really the final straw between you two. You didn't want it to be, but you knew it was for the best. Cecil and you live in different worlds and just aren't good for each other. You were slowly going through your phone gallery, deleting photos of the two of you. It was best to get it over with, just rip the band aid off. Each photo you deleted, more tears went down. You were hurt and was already missing him.

"Goodbye, Cecil." You mumble as you deleted the last photo of you two.

You tossed your phone across the bed and held the pillow out of anger. You knew you were at some fault for what happened but you just wanted Cecil to let you in. He had put walls up, walls that he wouldn't let anyone break down. As angry as he made you, you fucking loved him. You just wanted-

*KnockKnock*

Your heart raced as your eyes locked with the door. It was locked with the door knob and the chain lock. There was silence except for the nonsense that was on the television. Your conscience told you not to get up.

Don't do it. You know who it is.

"Darlin'?"

You felt your body go numb upon hearing Cecil's voice from the other side of the door.

"Stedman, it's over." You shout in instinct.

"Please just open the door." Cecil begged.

"I'm through, Stedman." You yell back.

You stiffled your sobs into the pillow, hoping Cecil wouldn't hear them but he could. And Cecil felt a heavy weight in his chest upon hearing your sobs you were trying to hide. But he knew begging wouldn't get him anywhere, it would just make things worse.

"Okay if you won't open the door, will you just hear me out?" Cecil asked.

As much as you wanted him to just go away, you didn't leave him much to say when you left the house. It was the least you could do.

"What do you want?"

"I know I'm a piece of shit. I know. I treat you horribly, yell at you, take shit out on you. I do it all, I'm aware. And I'm an asshole for not changing when I said I would. You deserve better, I meant that. You deserve someone way better than me. But.." Cecil paused, gathering the right words to say, for he has never been this sentiment before in his life to anyone other than maybe Donald, his number one. "You. You have done fundamental change for me. More than I could ever put into words. Hun, I see light in this world now. It's not much, but fuck, it's something. It's more than I ever have in my years of living and doing what I do. I know you hate me and don't want nothing to do with me anymore, but please. I am literally begging you to give me one last chance. And you know me I don't ever fucking beg for anything, not even my own life."

Hearing Cecil quite literally beg for you to give him another chance for the first time ever did a number on you. Not only did it increase the tears falling down your face, but it brought back the happy memories you and him have. Through the bad ones though, the more you thought of it, the good ones slightly oversaw the bad ones. The many dates y'all had, the nights you both would stay in and be with each other, the drinks and food y'all would engage with, the intimate, loving moments, they all came souring back into your mind.

Fuck.

Despite it all-

"I love you so much, darlin'." Cecil's voice cracked, "Please."

-you fucking loved him.

Without answering, you put the pillow onto the bed, slowly crept to the door and held your fingers over the chain link. Was this what you wanted?

Yes, yes it was. Cecil has never professed his love like this for you before ever in his life. Something changed. You weren't sure what it was but it was enough. It was enough for you. You slid the chain lock undone, undid the lock on the knob, and swung the door open. Standing there in front of you was a different Cecil, a Cecil you have never seen before. His face was red, with fresh and old tears staining his face. His expression softened once you opened the door and he saw you. Cecil even cracked a smile. You couldn't help but do it back to the ol' southern bastard. The ol' southern bastard that you loved and wanted to be with.

"Can..Can I come in?" Cecil asked.

"Yes, Cecil."

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Bitter Nights

Cecil Stedman x Reader

About: Cecil comes home from work very bitter about how today went and you try to comfort him the best you can.

Notes: Whoop whoop! Happy Valentines Day! Some Cecil love here for once. I hope I do it justice for real and y'all enjoy it. Some strong alcohol usage but that's it. @geddy-spageddy :3

"Fucking shit.."

Your ears perked up upon the slamming of the front door and some tripping.

"Cecil?" You call out.

Cecil responded back with some grumbling, which told you everything on how today went with his job. You didn't know a whole lot of what Cecil did for a living except FBI-like work. That's all he has told you. Granted you were his significant other and he did trust you but Cecil claims the only reason he hasn't told you details was for your safety. You wish he told you more so you could actually help him out and comfort him with whatever happened in the day. Cecil came into the dining room, where you were at, and went straight for the alcohol cabinet. Vodka. So it was a really bad day.

"Cecil?"

"Just.." Cecil immediately paused, taking a deep breath in and out, "Just give me a second, darlin'."

You noticed his change in tone in that sentence. Like he was fixing to snap at you, but he stopped himself. Cecil knew better than to do that to you. You weren't the cause of what he had to deal with at work nor the cause of the bullshit. You were there for him always. Despite the nights were he has snapped at you or just been silent and not talking to you, you were still there. Whether you whip up his favorite meal or have his glass already poured for him or even just a reassuring hand on the shoulder, no matter what, you were there. You got up from the dining table, grabbed a glass, gently took the bottle from Cecil, and poured some of the vodka into a glass. Cecil raised an eyebrow at you. Once you poured the amount you wanted, you raised your glass in the air.

"To whatever bullshit you had to deal with today." You announce.

Cecil couldn't help but halfway smile in response for he knew you were just trying to bring light to him.

"You're damn right about that."

You both clinked your glasses together and drank. Cecil drank it like it was water while you could barely get a sip due to how bitter it was. Cecil chuckled at your reaction.

"What? Can't handle it?" He teased.

"No." You coughed. "I can."

You both migrated to the dining table where Cecil sat to the left of you. It was silent between the two of you, which was the norm after Cecil deals with a rough day. Something was different, though, and you noticed it right away, but you were almost afraid to ask. Cecil felt your staring and was waiting for you to ask.

"Cecil, what happened there?" You ask, pointing to his cheek.

There was a visible nasty scar where you pointed. It was big and prominent, very hard to ignore. Cecil shut his eyes, gulping his drink. You noticed the wincing he made when drinking. Like it burned.

"Just..a bad day is all." Cecil answered.

You had to refrain from sighing in annoyance. You wanted Cecil to open up to you. You both have seeing each other for a long time now so you didn't understand why he couldn't trust you.

"That's a..bad scar, Cecil. I can't even tell what would cause that kind of damage." You mention.

Cecil shook his head and finished his drink. He started to get up but you beat him to it as you got up, grabbed the bottle and came back to the dining table with it. You poured some vodka into his glass until he raised his finger at you to stop, which was nearly the entire glass. You sat the bottle down and sat back down next to him.

"Thank you." Cecil mumbled as he sipped his drink.

You snaked your hand over to Cecil's and gently wrapped it around his. Cecil didn't show it, but the second he felt your hand around his, his heart beat changed. Instead of the usual fast anxiety rate he has, it slowed down for the first time in a long time. Cecil let out a deep sigh as if some of the stress was leaving his body. He thought he did it quiet enough to were you wouldn't hear it, but you did. You leaned in close, your bodies closely touching, which even soothed Cecil. He doesn't take you for granted which he should. Cecil's mind is always with work, work, work. Granted what he does at the GDA is super important. He always slept at the GDA and spent all of his time there but until you came into his life, that all changed. Cecil now comes home at night and sleeps in an actual bed. His second in command always takes over for the night so he didn't have to worry about things getting fucked up but even then it took some getting used to. And even then, after a long while, his body wasn't used to another body being so close to him. Whether it be sitting with you, being weight on the opposite side of the bed, or even just a physical body in the house, he wasn't used to it and he didn't know when he would get used to it. You then leaned in and placed a soft kiss onto his temple. In turn, Cecil turned around and held your head in his hand, deepening the kiss. He needed this, he needed this so badly and he didn't realize it until you initiated first. Cecil's lips were dry and chapped but you didn't care. If this was what he needed then this was what you needed. Plus you loved kisses from Cecil. They were always deep and passionate. No matter how bad of a day he had, they were always the same.

After a few seconds, Cecil pulled away and his blue grey eyes stared deep into yours.

"How did you know i needed that?"

"Just intuition." You joke back.

Cecil smiled in response, a genuine one. He pulled away and gulped his drink down. Cecil wasn't sure why, whether it be a change of heart or the alcohol, he was ready.

"Darlin', I haven't been honest with you." Cecil's finger traced the rim of the glass as he started.

"Talk to me, Cecil. I want you to talk to me, I am here. Whatever it is I won't tell anyone." You reassure him.

His eyes shot at you, with a huge indication of seriousness.

"Do you promise?"

His voice was deep and almost gnarly as he asked that. Whatever he was about to tell you it was very serious. It made you nervous for he has never used that tone or look with you before. But if he was willing to talk to you, you would do anything for him.

"Cecil, I promise. From the bottom of my heart, I promise."

You squeezed his hand to reassure him, which Cecil took to heart.

"I.." Cecil paused, trying to figure out the right words to say. He was never really a man of words, especially in moments like this, but he had to try.

"I..don't work for the FBI." Cecil confessed.

Your heart dropped a little. You had your suspicions but you didn't think it was true.

"What are you..a drug dealer or something?"

Cecil chuckled out of amusement. Whether you meant it seriously or not he couldn't help but laugh at it, as if that was the worst thing that he could be doing.

"No I'm not."

"Oh thank the Lord." You sigh out of relief.

"But what I do is..like world changing in a way."

Cecil cussed at himself mentally as soon as the words left his mouth.

World changing? Fucking get it together man. He thought.

"How so?" You ask, wanting to know more.

Cecil sipped his drink, feeling the intense burning from the right side of his cheek, where that scar was at that you pointed out.

"I never told you, for your safety. Because a lot of things are on the line for what I do. And there are people out there who don't like me and could target you. And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something did happen to you."

Your lip quivered from Cecil's confession. Yes he didn't tell you because it was for your safety but you didn't know it was to that extent. You had no idea Cecil felt that way about you.

"Cecil. I promise whatever it is that you do I can protect and take care of myself." You reassure him.

Cecil knew you were trying to reassure him and lessen his nerves but you still didn't know what he did.

"I'm in charge of the Global Defense Agency. You know Omni-Man and the Guardians of the Globe? They listen to me and I'm in charge of them, basically."

Your heart raced. Cecil Stedman, your significant other, was in charge of the Guardians and oversees Omni-Man? This was..awesome!

"Wait..so if it was possible?" You start.

"Yes?"

"Would it be possible for me to meet Darkwing? I think he is so cool!" You jokingly say.

Cecil smiled.

"I'll look into it." He said back.

Despite your joking manner, you knew it was serious. Once the laughing was done, the tone was back to normal. You leaned in and laid your head on his shoulder. It was as if putting your body onto his made the rest of the stress roll out of his body. He liked it. He really did.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.

"For your protection, darlin'."

"Is it because you didn't trust me?"

Cecil paused. He knew that you wanted the truth and only the truth.

"At first, yeah. But I see now that I can. I can trust you. You've done so much for me. Even though I act like the biggest prick in the world sometimes and yet you're still here."

"Cecil, of course I will be."

"Even when I'm an asshole?"

You leaned in and pecked his temple.

"Yes, even then."

Cecil shook his head, his way of saying 'I don't deserve you.'

"I had an accident..It was acid and burned all of the skin off of my body and practically melted me."

You looked up and down at Cecil as he sipped his drink.

"Well they sure did a great job healing ya since you look as handsome as ever."

Cecil choked back hearing you compliment him. If there was one thing he wasn't used to it was surely compliments.

"Uh..thanks." Cecil mumbled, only because he wasn't expecting it. "They managed to patch me back up. Despite me blocking the acid was spewing out everywhere, people..people still died."

You could hear Cecil's tone go deeper and quieter. Cecil was pretty closed off for the most part hearing his tone go like that told you that he deeply cared about those people that died.

"You still good, Cecil. You risked your lives for those that could've died. You did great."

Cecil softly sighed.

"They still died, darlin.'" He softly spoke, "And I will live it for the rest of my life." Cecil said referring to this scar.

It finally hit you. They repaired him and made him look good again, but he made them keep that as a reminder for what happened. It hurt your heart to know he carried the heavy burden of that but you also understood why.

"I understand, Cecil. But the fact that you do what you do and help and protect people is enough for me to think you're great. Some days are hard I know and I get it. You have the entire world on your hands. No matter what happens though, Cecil, I will always be here for you."

Cecil finished his second drink, swallowed it, turned to you and placed another passionate kiss onto your lips, this time it was much more heavier and even a little sloppy due to the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. You kissed back, giving the same energy back which only made Cecil be even more frisky. You could barely breathe and only then you had to force yourself to pull apart. Cecil smirked looking up and down at you, seeing a sparkle in his eyes for the very first time. It was different but you loved it. This was the real Cecil. The one you would be there for no matter what.

"I know, darlin'. I know."

~

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Hey do think the reason why Donald looks so messed up is because of 1). Him and Cecil were ambushed by Flaxan Invincible. 2). He protected Cecil so that’s way he could call the Reanimen on him? Also I love your work :D

First off thank you so much!! I appreciate the love and support. I'm fixing to get out of the writers block I've been stuck in so expect more stuff soon!!

Donald is an absolute saint and would laugh at death in the face. I would not doubt he was protecting Cecil because he knows he can be rebuilt while Cwcil can't. Donald is just that guy and it's why i love him so much.

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i am begging you for cecil headcanons (◎﹏◎)

Cecil Stedman Headcanons

I gotcha fam! Honestly if Donald didn't exist, Cecil would be the one who has a main chokehold on me. Doesn't help that Walton Goggins voices him and I could go ON about that man. If you would like some more then don't hesitate to ask! I hope you enjoy!

Despite having grey morals, he genuinely does care for everyone and wants the best outcome for everyone. 

Drinks coffee black, no sugar, no milk. 

Sweets are his kryptonite. Tries not to indulge in them too much but decides to anyway because ‘fuck it I protect the world from assholes’

Drives a black BMW 530i Sedan

Favorite color is red

Holidays are the only time he feels even remotely relaxed. 

Usually will host the company holiday parties at the GDA to have a sense of normality. 

Dog person 

Scotch and vodka guy

Likes classical music and instrumentals

Has a short fused temper and does internally feel bad when he takes it out on Mark or Donald

Doesn’t show it but would love to settle down one day with someone he loves 

Will take hot showers or to just stand and lay in and contemplate life and/or what has happened recently

Cannot cook to save his life. Will get takeout every time. Highly sleep deprived is a factor in that. 

Night owl

Will show his emotions through his face expressions. No poker face for this lad

Reads during his free time and it's usually a dystopian novel to help cope with what is going on in the real world. ‘It could always be worse’

Has a world coin collection

Like with his books, he likes to watch horror or thrillers that are wild to help cope with what he does for a living but is down for a comedy. Detective and mysteries are some of his favorite as well

Lives off of energy drinks and not because of the taste but because of the caffeine. 

Served in the military before taking his role leading the GDA

Has PTSD from his time in the military but keeps it to himself. 

Pro supporter of LGBTQ and women's rights and equality of course

Is satisfied with punching assholes in the face when he can

Feels remorse for keeping the secret from Donald

Sometimes he has a hard time finding the right words for comfort but will always find a way to do so physically whether it be a hug or hand on the shoulder

Will play first person shooter games if he needs to decompress after a hard day

Mediates daily 

If he does somehow get into a relationship, he has a hard time finding time for both GDA and the relationship. Eventually learns how to manage both. 

Dreams of retiring one day and would give the role to Donald in a heartbeat once he does

Born and raised in the South

No pet names except for darlin’

Soft spot for animals. Do not put on Old Yeller. May cry, but will mostly be mad about how it ends. 

Will only put up the Christmas tree when it's December. 

Although very closed off, once he is with someone he slowly starts to open up. And despite being hard shelled, he does have a soft spot in his heart for the ones he loves and cares about. 

Despite being retired, he remains in the city out of habit

Secretly loathes change 

Likes puzzles but doesn’t like the tiny 1000 pieces one for they test his patience. 

Speaking of patience, he doesn't have a lot of it

Loves going out for dates. He feels as though staying in is ‘not taking the opportunity to do something while we are still alive’

Does his best not to bring work home with him but it is difficult for him to do so. 

The second he yells at his significant other for any reason he tries anything to make up for it. ‘I’m sorry darlin’. I’m a mean old bastard, I know.’ *proceeds to hug them and take them out to eat or buy them whatever they wanted*

Considering he is in the high ranks, he has a huge salary but doesn’t ever buy anything for himself and is genuinely shocked when his significant other buys something for him out of the kindness of their heart. ‘What is this?’ ‘It made me think of you so I bought it’ ‘..thank you.’ 

6’4 height like Donald 

Bad OCD and is working to try and have it managed 

Borderline almost an alcoholic only because he drinks to cope with whatever happens throughout the day. 

Loves to be the little spoon after having a rough day. Would lowkey kill you, jk, if you ever told a soul about it

Hold him close, run your fingers through his hair, and say sweet nothings to him and he is melting into your arms and the bed. Instantly puts him to sleep. Again would never tell a living soul about it. 

Bad habit of biting his nails out of nervousness

Early balding due to the acid attack that killed hair follicles in that area

Not a huge crier and it only would be around his significant other after being together for a very long time and after it has been built up and bottled up over time. 

Doesn’t trust easily so it would take him a long time to open up to his significant other

Secret talent? Excellent violin player. Don’t know why but it fits. 

Whether in public or private, he would kiss his significant other at any given moment. ‘We could be nuked at any given moment. I can kiss my goddamn partner if I like.’ 

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I'm Here

Cecil Stedman x Donald Ferguson Oneshot

About: After an intense mission, Cecil visits his number one while he is being repaired.

Notes: Here is another one of my favorite gay old men. Riddled with angst but some comfort in here as well as some violence descriptions but nothing super graphic. Partially inspired by this amazing artwork by @tatiejosie . I hope you enjoy!!

It's bad.

Really bad.

"Shit, shit.." Cecil mumbled to himself as he hurried down the hallway.

The mission couldn't have gone more shit than it did. Invincible and Atom Eve arrived late and Robot couldn't lead the Guardians efficiently to the point that both Cecil and Donald had to get involved. It absolutely went downhill from there. Cecil and Donald were side by side shooting at what they could to take down the kaiju. Cecil turned his back for one second.

One goddamn second.

"Donald I need you to-"

Cecil froze on the spot, seeing what remained of his colleague, his..

Luckily enough, Omni-Man came and was able to take down the kaiju which gave Cecil the chance to scrap up of what remained of Donald. It wasn't much but it was something. Despite having done this a few times already, it never got easier. Cecil always did it by himself for he didn't want anyone to see his state when he would be scooping up Donald's brain matter or his spine dust or even a piece of hair follicle. Something that would be of his DNA to bring him back. This time, the kaiju stroked down on Donald, completely destroying him and making a giant pool of blood surround the area to the point that some even got on Cecil. Once the kaiju was taken care of, Cecil immediately went to tend to Donald. He wasn't alive, obviously, but most of his brain was damaged which worried Cecil. Granted yes, they had his real brain safely secured at the GDA but they only pick from that one in case of emergencies like this. From a distance, some agents could see what Cecil was doing but everyone was aware of what Cecil was doing. And it pained him to do it every single time. He raced back to the lab. It was as if Donald's real brain stared right back at Cecil, gawking at him or even worse, hating him for what he is doing. This was Donald's agreement and suggestion in the first place. All Donald wanted to do was keep saving and helping people and this was the only way to do it. Cecil wouldn't ever admit to anyone, but his eyes well up and glisten every time he faces Donald's actual brain that rested it in a warm tank to keep it alive, feeding it with nutrients it needed.

"I'm sorry, Donald." Cecil would be apologetic every single time he would pick from it, as if he was giving it the upmost respect.

It was his partners real brain after all. Donald changed a lot of things for Cecil, and having more empathy and compassion was one of those. Donald was practically rubbing off on Cecil. The lab people worked on getting Donald's copy brain repaired which they always did flawlessly. It wasn't the fact that Cecil always had to recover Donald's remnants after a battle, it was the fact that Cecil would have to erase his memories of him dying every single time and anything recent prior to that. And that included their feelings for each other.

"S-Sir?" Donald stuttered as Cecil cornered him. "Did I do s-something wrong?"

"No." Cecil leaned in close. "Not a damn thing wrong, Donald."

Donald's nerves were washed away as Cecil harshly placed his lips onto Donald's. Donald had no idea that his boss, Cecil, felt the same feelings as he did but Donald kissed back, feeling Cecil roughly push him against the wall lustfully. Donald pulled back for air, feeling Cecil yank on his blue tie.

"Who said I was-"

"Sir."

Cecil shook away the memory from days prior as he turned to the agent that approached him.

"Follow me."

Cecil stood up and followed the agent to the special repair area, knowing that's where Donald was at. They both stopped at a door.

"He's okay, sir."

"I'll see it when I believe it." Cecil mumbled.

The agent left Cecil alone as he opened the door, stepped in, and shut it behind him. Cecil's heart somewhat relaxed upon seeing Donald in the bed. There he was, in one piece.

One piece.

His mind flashbacked to earlier today, seeing the kaiju limp strike onto Donald, turning him into a pool of flesh and blood. It invaded his mind to the point he didn't even think it was possible for Donald to be back in one piece. But there he was, in one piece as if nothing ever happened, minus some bandages on his face and body. Donald was asleep in the bed, but Cecil knew the moment he would wake up, he would have no recollection of the battle, the past few days, and the agreement. Cecil hated doing it, but it's what Donald wanted. He approached the bed and sat in a chair next to it. The beeping of the machine is what filled the ambient silence in the room. Cecil wanted Donald to wake up but not at the same time. He loves Donald but this would just be the continuation of the repeated cycle between them two. Cecil couldn't even keep up how many times this has happened but he thinks this was the thirty nineth time since Donald has been rebuilt. And Cecil wasn't sure if his heart could take it anymore. Cecil reached out and held Donald's hand softly but not tightly to not provoke him to wake up. He knew Donald would wake up and not have any memories of him and their relationship. He would have to confess all over again and redo all of their dates and their hangouts. All over again.

"Is it to your liking?" Cecil asked Donald.

Donald cut into the steak and took a bite. He threw his eyebrows up and his pupils dilated slightly. The steak practically melted in his mouth. What was Cecil talking about being a bad cook? This was excellent.

"It's..it's good, sir."

"How many times do I have to tell you, Donald?" Cecil asked as he sat down next to Donald, getting close to him.

Donald grew nervous, as if he did something wrong. Cecil's face turned stern which made it worse. Cecil gingerly reached for Donald's blue tie. Donald watched him intently on what he was going to do. He racked his mind of all of the possible scenarios that could happen but his mind came up blank. Donald was suddenly yanked forward, close to Cecil, seeing Cecil had balled his tie up into a fist.

"You don't need to call me sir outside of work." Cecil's voice dropped an octave, making Donald shake a little.

"Y-Yes, Cecil." Donald stuttered out, completely flustered over what was happening right now.

"Good."

Cecil leaned in and practically smashed his lips onto Donald's. He somewhat expected this but didn't expect Cecil to go headfirst this quickly. Donald couldn't help but kiss back-

Donald's hand twitched.

Cecil quickly jerked his hand away and held his breath, seeing Donald slowly start to wake up. Cecil wanted to so desperately jump onto Donald and hug him, thanking God for letting him wake up. But he had to hold back. It took everything in him to hold back. Donald's hand shifted again and his eyes fluttered. Donald's chest heaved up and down as his body was starting to wake up. Donald could hear the machine's beeping, indicating he was indeed alive.

Something appeared.

It was big and scary. Donald was trying to run from it but it felt like he was running in place. What was it? Donald didn't know but he was running out of breath, trying to run from what it was. A bullet? An alien? A kaiju? He wasn't sure. Donald tripped and fell face first onto the ground, the dirt getting into his mouth. Or asphalt whatever it was. Suddenly something sharp hit his spine and squeezed hard. He couldn't see, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't scream, he couldn't-

"Donald!"

Cecil jumped to softly wake up Donald, for he recognized right away that he was having a panic attack. He gently shook his shoulders and softly called to him to try and wake him up.

It worked.

Donald shot up, feeling like all of the air in his lungs were gone.

"Donald, Donald, breathe. I'm here." Cecil spoke softly.

Who was talking to him? Donald realized real quick he didn't have his glasses on, making his vision quite blurry.

"W-Who?" Donald choked out.

Despite realizing he was alive, he was still in a panic state of mind. He doesn't even know what happened or even remembered what got him here in the hospital in the first place.

"Donald, it's me, Cecil."

Cecil Stedman. His boss, his colleague, his..

What else was he supposed to be?

Donald tried to rack his mind but he felt something was amiss. Donald turned to find Cecil at his side. His hands were on his shoulders and even through his blurry vision, Cecil had an interesting expression on his face. Worry.

"Sir? Are you alright?" Donald asked.

Cecil didn't answer but he fished for something in his pocket.

"Here."

Cecil had pulled out Donald's glasses that he got repaired. He hesitated, wondering if he should put them on his face or just let Donald do it. Him doing it would feel too intimate. But by God did he want to. Cecil opened his glasses and leaned forward. Donald trusted Cecil but he didn't lie when he was slightly unnerved by the fact that Cecil ever so gently slipped his glasses onto his face. Donald blinked and close to his face was Cecil. All of the air seemed to leave his lungs upon seeing it and his heart raced.

"Better?" Cecil leaned back and asked.

Donald was still reeling from the closeness of his boss. He couldn't recall of Cecil ever acting like this way with him before. So why now?

"Y-Yes, sir." Donald said.

"How do you feel?" Cecil asked.

Donald ran his hands over his arms, seeing he was in one piece.

"Fine. I guess. I don't..What happened, sir? Did..did we win?" Donald asked.

"Yes. Yes we did, thanks to you." Cecil told Donald.

Donald's heart froze. Was this really happening right now? He felt it, he did. This was so out of character for Cecil he was afraid to ask. Eventually his eyes looked down to see Cecil's hand was holding Donald's.

"Cecil is holding my hand." Donald thought.

It was clear that Cecil didn't realize he was doing it. Donald welcomed the comfort but it also was weird to him.

"W-What did I do?" Donald asked, not acknowledging the hand holding.

"You distracted the kaiju long enough for it to not hurt anyone else. Right after you were knocked out, Omni-Man came and killed it. But Donald, if it weren't for you," Cecil tightened his grip on his hand without even realizing it, "thousands more would have died. But they didn't because of you."

Everything was the truth, except for him getting knocked out.

He died.

But he was here now. And it would happen again and again and again and again and again and again and again and-

"Cecil."

It was then that Cecil realized what he was doing. And he didn't know whether it was best to remove his hand or keep it there.

"Donald, you're my best colleague here. And you have been there for me in every step of the way, no matter what." Cecil confessed.

He wasn't even sure what he was saying at this point. And Donald could hardly comprehend it.

"Of course, sir. Since your first day, I made the oath to be your number one and I intend to do that till the day I die." Donald said back.

Cecil squeezed Donald's hand and shut his eyes.

Till the day I die.

When would that day come is the thing? When would it? Would it ever? Despite feeling unnerved from the hand holding, it brought some comfort to Donald and relaxed him a bit. He swears he has felt this before. Maybe in a dream? Or perhaps a forgotten memory? He wasn't sure, but whatever it was he liked it.

"Sir?" Donald called out.

Cecil opened his eyes, his blue grey eyes staring into his deep brown ones.

"Can..Can I have a hug?"

Without hesitating, Cecil leaned in and wrapped his arms around his colleague and held tightly. Donald relaxed into Cecil's arms naturally as Cecil did the same for Donald. It felt right, it felt natural. It felt..good.

"Till the day I die, sir." Donald repeated.

"Yes," Cecil started, feeling the intense guilt consuming his chest, "till the day you die."

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Part of me thinks Donald was trying to protect Cecil up until the reanimen get there or even where Cecil could activate the sound.

I would not doubt it at all. Donald is such a selfless person who wants to help and save people. I'm gonna accept that as Canon lmao.

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What are you hcs for Cecil and Donald?

Donald Ferguson x Cecil Stedman Headcanons

Oooo I'm so happy you asked thank you so much!! Didjdkdje

These are SFW and light NSFW ones but they are separated so you can read the ones you want to.

HCs under the cut :3

Donald would be the one to always plan dates for them. Not that Cecil wouldn't I just feel like that's more of Donald's thing.

Cecil wears the pants in the relationship.

Neither of them like PDA, prefer to keep things private.

But if anyone is gonna go in for a smooch, it's Cecil.

They be in their office discussing work related matters and when Donald tries to leave, Cecil goes in for a kiss. Of course Donald kisses back but the second he pulls away, Cecil gingerly grabs him by his blue tie and pulls him right back for the kiss.

"Did I say I was done kissing you?" :0

Cecil is mostly the little spoon.

Not that Donald would be against being the little spoon, but I feel like Cecil is always wanting hugs and cuddles so Donald is the one to always provide that.

Donald is the only person that Cecil is vulnerable around. He vents and cries to Donald about how he feels and such and Donald is always there to provide comfort and reassurance when Cecil needs it. Only person who has managed to break down Cecil's walls in other words.

They both go to bed one night after a rough day and get undressed and Cecil is already in bed. Donald gets in behind him and just wraps his arms around him, Cecil sighing with deep content feeling his warmth and comfort from behind.

Donald is the chef in the relationship and LOVES to cook for Cecil, especially his favorite foods when it has been a rough day.

"What's for dinner tonight, Don?" "Steak and potatoes." Cecil's eyes slightly lit up. "Thank you." "You're welcome, Cecil." Donald says with a smile.

Don't necessarily take showers together, that would be kind of Cecil's alone contemplating time, but baths? Hell yes.

The bath is full of bubbles and warm water and they are both sitting across from each other, each having a cold glass of whiskey to sip on and chat and just enjoy the blissful comfort and silence they are having with each other. They both needed that.

Cecil is older so he would have joint pain. Donald is the master massager when Cecil is having back or feet pain.

"Ack." Cecil grunts as he feels a joint of pain in his foot. "Are you okay?" Donald asks frantically. "Yeah, just pain in my foot." Without even hesitating, Donald has Cecil lay down and he begins massaging his foot gently, causing Cecil to groan contently that the pain was going away. "Does that feel good?" Donald asks genuinly. Cecil looks up at Donald with a smirk. "Almost as good as sex." cue Donald's face blushing beet red.

Cecil likes how organized Donald is so he usually has Donald do the laundry but he takes over the other chores.

Cecil is a sweet freak while Donald is more savory

Cecil loves the thrill of roller coasters while Donald just gets on it so he doesn't have to apart from Cecil but regrets it instantly. (At least he is able to hold his hand in comfort).

They both love to do puzzles together. They both find it comforting

Cecil smokes but Donald is trying to get him to quit. I imagine that Cecil is smoking his third cigarette of the day in their backyard and Donald goes to the backyard, swipes the cigarette from his mouth and puts it out. "You had your limit for the day." Cecil rolls his eyes at Donald as Donald sits down next to Cecil.

Light NSFW ones down below

Cecil is the dominant tough one while Donald is the submissive soft one.

Donald is the king of aftercare while Cecil is alright at it but I can imagine Cecil taps out after one round and is almost instantly asleep.

Bedroom time is strictly for the bedroom.

Donald is lowkey traumatized from when things got frisky in Cecil's office and someone opened the door on them and almost saw what happened. Doesn't stop Cecil from teasing him all day though.

Cecil is the one to initiate most of the time and likes to be in control. The one time Donald did though made Cecil fall in love with him all over again.

Cecil would be the one to try new things but Donald is hesitant on doing so and Cecil has to reassure him it's okay. And Donald is only hesitant because Donald likes his routine and normality.

Both love receiving (duh) but Cecil prefers giving more than receiving (if you catch my drift)

Cecil is always making suggestive comments because he thinks Donald is adorable when his face is red.

"Damn you got all of the package there, Don."

instant beet red face to the point he has to turn away from Cecil

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I can imagine Cecil just chastising Donald for getting that damage. He’s not mad or anything but just worried for him considering that he was really reluctant to let him got out and fight because of the risks.

I love badass Donald so much I NEED THE SHOW TO LET HIM GET SOME ACTION ON THE SCREEN PLEASEEEEEE

I LOVE BADASS DONALD TOO SO MUCH RJEJEJEJEJ

They better show him in battle in the next season or else I'll riot.

I can see that for sure cause it's obvious Cecil has some care for Donald throughout the seasons so I wouldn't doubt Cecil was worried when Donald took that much damage. It's probably the first time he has ever seen him in that bad of damage while Donald is being aware of his cyborg body.

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I AM CRYYING AT THISSS 😭😭

Kudos to the animators yall. They are amazing

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Y'ALL-

HOW AM I JUST NOW SEEING THISSSS SKYBOUND YALL ARE AMAZINF FOR THISSS

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I really REALLY need to know how Cecil would have reacted to just seeing Brit carry Donald in 😭😭😭

YESSS 😭😭 especially with how careful and such Brit was when he picked him up out of the rubble like yes please 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Surprise..?

Donald Ferguson x F!Reader

About: While Donald is at work, you get some life changing news and have to figure out how to tell Donald.

Notes: I hope everyone is doing well :3. This one is specifically a female reader because of the subject manner but next one will be gender neutral. Subject deals with pregnancy. I didn't want to spoil but I know there are people out there who don't feel comfortable with that subject manner so feel free to skip it if need to. This is just a comfort-scenario involving Donald. Cover art is done by the amazing and talented @geddy-spageddy! Thank you so much for doing this for me. Enjoy :3

Is that second line there? 

You squinted to try and see it. That damned second blue line was there, making your heart race. Two blue lines on the stick. Your hands started to shake upon holding it, your eyes wandered at it and you even blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t seeing it wrong. But no matter what, the results stayed the same. 

Positive. 

“Oh fuck..” You mumble, trying to contain your anxiety and tears. 

This was a surprise for you. Granted, kids weren’t out of the question for both you and Donald, but this was so sudden. You both kept track of your cycle as well as used protection so the fact that you were a couple of days late for your period gave you immediate alarm bells in your head. You didn’t want to alarm Donald so you bought the test and took it while he was at work and..you would have a lot to tell him when he got home. You both have been married for a long while now and enjoyed it just being the two of you, especially with the job Donald worked. Despite the impending anxiety you were feeling, the memory of a couple nights ago was prominent in your head, which gave you a sense of comfort. 

~

“What do you think?” 

“Hm?” 

“Boy or girl? Which would you prefer?” You ask Donald, laying your head onto his warm chest. 

Your head on his chest brought so much warmth and comfort to you. Donald began lightly running his fingers through your hair which made you melt into him. 

“I would be okay with either a boy or girl, love.” 

“Really?” 

“Whatever gender we get is what I will be happy with.” Donald reassured you. 

“When do you think that will happen, Don?” 

Donald went silent for a minute before breathing deeply in and out, as if he was taking a deep sigh. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him. 

“I..I can’t have a definite answer for that love, and I’m sorry.  But it will happen, one day. I promise.” 

Donald never broke a promise, that you knew for sure. If he said it, then he meant it. Besides, you both were still young so you both had plenty of time. Donald rubbed your shoulder with his hand, enjoying this physical, intimate moment between the two of you. 

“I will let you know when the time comes soon. I can calculate that much.” 

Before Donald could answer you felt his soft lips onto your forehead. It was very tender and loving, which he always gave to you. 

“Whenever it happens though, it will work out. I will always be here.” 

~

Throughout the entire day, you were filled with dread anxiety. It was so bad that you started stress cleaning. Once that was done, you took a second test just to confirm it and the results were the same. Positive. It gave you even more anxiety but for your sake you remained calm because now you have to figure out how to tell Donald. Would he be mad? Excited? Upset? Donald has never raised his voice at you. Sure, you both have bickered at times but it never -time escalated to loud volumes. Donald knew how to keep a level head and to handle any situation. But..this was something major. Something life changing for the both of you. A baby. How on Earth would Donald react to something like that? Despite that though, you remained calm to the best of your ability. Once it got closer to the time Donald would be due to arrive home, you started dinner. You work a part time job but mainly tend to the house since Donald works a very long and exhausting job at the GDA, it’s why kids were sort of out of the question now. 

Nope, just focus on dinner. He would be home soon. 

You were cooking up country fried steak with mashed potatoes, white gravy and pan grilled asparagus. It was one of Donald’s favorite meals and while he loved everything you cooked and made for him, he definitely had his favorites. As you were finishing up, the front door opened and then closed. 

“Honey, I’m home.” Donald’s voice calls out to you. 

The kitchen was hidden from the front entrance and had half of a wall separating the kitchen and living room so you barely heard him. 

“In the kitchen.” You call out. 

Donald slipped his shoes and suit blazer off, hanging it up on the coat rack and putting his shoes on the shoe rack. He then walked to the kitchen, seeing your beautiful self finishing up dinner, which was one of the things he looked forward to when he got off work. You being the number one thing. 

“It smells good.” Donald commented. 

You caught a glimpse of him smiling wide at you as he was undoing his tie. It warmed your heart and gave you butterflies, but it honestly made the situation much harder. Donald noticed it right away. 

“Everything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright, Don.” You lied. 

You lied straight through your teeth and even though you had all day to prepare on how to tell him, you still weren’t ready. Donald sensed the lie. He walked into the kitchen and he wrapped his arms around you gingerly. He held you tight but he moved so you didn’t have to for you were still preparing finishing touches to the plates. Donald rested his head on your shoulder, placing a soft peck onto your neck. 

“How was work today?” You ask. 

“Oh, tiring. Exhausting, but I’m home now. Our home, just the two of us.” 

Your heart stung upon him saying that. Yes, that was the truth but it didn’t help because of the possible new addition. 

“I am happy you are home.” You say back. 

You didn’t have to look but you knew he was smiling. At work, Donald always had you on his mind. You kept him at bay, kept him calm, kept him composed, kept him focused, you were everything to him. You finished plating the food and turned to Donald with his. 

“Bon appetite, sir.” You say. 

Donald smiled as he took the plate. 

“Thank you.” Donald said and he placed a kiss on your forehead as an extra thanks. 

You grabbed your plate and followed Donald to the dining table, sat down, and ate dinner with him. For the most part, it was quiet but that was because Donald was enjoying what you made. Although he could sense something was off, he didn’t want to push you what it was and figured it was best to let you tell him when you were ready. The problem with that was you didn’t know if you would be ready, perhaps it was best he got it out of you so at that point you didn’t have a choice and you would have to tell him what was up. You kept your eyes down as you ate in which Donald noticed. There was something in him that wanted him to ask what was wrong but if there truly was something wrong, you would’ve told him already or at least he assumed you would. 

“Anything exciting happened today, Don?” You ask, breaking the silence. 

Donald wiped his face clean with a napkin before speaking. 

“Cecil talked to me today.” He started. 

“Oh? What about?” 

“He’s..giving me a raise. A big one.” 

“Oh, Donald! That’s amazing. You deserve it. You do so much and work so hard.” You compliment. 

Donald’s face emitted a slight pink blush. He has been hearing it for years now but he still gets flustered over compliments. 

“Thank you. I’m excited for it. More funds for us and future plans.” Donald said. 

What exactly did he mean by ‘future plans��? Millions of ideas raced through your mind of what he could’ve meant by that. 

“Me too.” You agreed. 

You notice Donald was finished with your plate, you as well, and you got up but Donald got up first. 

“I got it, love.” Donald reassured you as he took both of your plates and sat them in the sink, keeping a note to clean them later. 

With Donald’s temporary absence, despite him not being too far from you, made the anxiety return in full force. 

Don’t forget, you’re pregnant now. 

Shut up me, you cursed at the voice in your head. Donald peeked at you, seeing your nervous statue. Your eyes were looking down, your foot was rocking up and down, and your hands were clamped together on your face. He could see some haze in your eyes, as if you were about to cry. He knew what he had to do. As Donald walked into the living room, you wiped a stray tear away, hoping Donald didn’t see it. How on Earth are you going to tell him? Donald has never been mean nor negative to you at all so why were you so scared to tell him? You’ve told him your deepest darkest secrets, ones you have never told anyone before without fail and yet, here you were about to have a panic attack of what could determine y'all's relationship. Donald surfed through the records he had until he found one. Pink Floyd. It’s enough rock to keep you awake but also soothing. Donald put the record on the record player, started it and approached you. You felt Donald’s hand on your back, causing you to turn around and look at him. 

“Come dance with me, honey. You need it.” Donald beckoned, holding his hand out for you to take. 

You took his hand, he held it gently as he led you into the open living room. The music was picking up and the lights weren’t on and the sun was starting to set, giving off a dimmed light into the living room. Donald then held you by your hips and brought you close to him to the point y’alls chests were touching. You both leaned into each other's necks as Donald and you both swayed to the music. That anxiety feeling was still there but it was better. You melted into Donald’s body as you both were captivated in the music and in each other's arms. Donald could feel your shakiness even as the two of you slowly danced into the next song. He kissed your temple and separated a little to were you were looking at him. And from when you locked eyes with his blue ones was when the tears fell. The tears you were holding in all day trying to figure out how to tell him. Donald came to a halt to soothe you. 

“Love, what’s the matter? Talk to me. Whatever it is, we can get through.” 

Is it though? 

You sniffled and every tear that fell down your face, Donald wiped them away. He hated seeing your beautiful face be covered in tears, especially when he didn’t know what was wrong. There was no point in beating around the bush. It was better just to say it. Donald leaned his forehead onto yours, rubbing your back comfortingly. 

“Whatever it is, we will get through it. I promise.” 

“I’m pregnant.” You choked out. 

Donald’s heart raced. He was not expecting that but he was also expecting something much worse. 

“Y-You’re pregnant?” He asked. 

You nodded. You felt tension in his arms which made it worse. You were waiting for the words. 

This isn’t going to work out. 

We can’t do this. 

This isn’t the right time. 

Just say the words already, Donald. 

“Honey, it’s..it’s okay.” 

You were baffled to hear how calm he was. You figured this would for sure be the time he would lose his mind or yell but he didn’t. You looked up at him to find a smile on Donald’s face. A smile. Donald held your cheek in comfort. 

“It’s okay. It will be okay. I-I’ll talk to Cecil about my time there, spend more time here, turn the guest room into a nursery, attend parent classes and help you out with whatever you need. But no matter what, everything’s going to be okay.” Donald comforted you. 

He meant every word and whatever anxiety and worries you had in your head were completely gone. All that was in you was love and adoration from your husband. And you could already feel that same love and adoration for y’all’s unborn child. Everything was indeed going to be okay. 

“I love you, Donald.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart.” 

Donald placed a passionate kiss on your lips and went back to swaying his hips with you to the music. You both engaged in some small talk, talking about baby names, what the nursery would like and the future. You both continued to do that until the record stopped or the sun was fully set, whichever came first. 

~

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No One but You

Donald Ferguson x Reader

About: As your treatment progresses, so does your illness. But you know you aren't alone because Donald is always nearby.

Notes: Finally getting out of the damn writers block. Talk of cancer here and chemotherapy but lots of fluff. Enjoy.

You were wide awake and you knew it was early because the sun was barely starting to rise. The back of your throat was aching and you knew what would come next. Your long term partner, Donald, was softly snoring, indicating he was in a deep sleep but you knew the second you left the bed he would be awake.

"Oh sh.." You choke out, desperately getting out of bed as fast as possible.

But it was no use. The wave of nausea hit you much harder and faster than you anticipated and you ended up making a beeline for the bathroom. You were nearly to the toilet and almost there but it was too late. You ended up puking onto the tile floor of the bathroom and on yourself.

"Shit. Damn it." You gasped out, seeing what happened.

"Love?"

You shook your head upon hearing Donald's half awake voice come from the bed.

"I-I'm fine, Donald. Go back to sleep." You lied as you weakly tried to clean up your sickness.

Despite being half awake, Donald knows what happened and he be damned to let you do it on your own. Donald pulled the blankets off of him, got out of bed and walked to y'alls shared bathroom to see you desperately but weakly trying to clean up your mess.

"Honey, you should've gotten me up." Donald said, bending down and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I-I'm fine, Don." You choke out.

Chills were going down your body as your body was fighting against itself. Donald helped you clean up, noticing the mess on not only your shirt but also on your chest and shorts. He knew exactly what to do, despite it being nearly five AM in the morning. No matter. Cecil Stedman, his boss, knew of y'alls situation and Donald would simply just call in. You were the most important person in Donald's life. He would rather loose his job than not be with you, especially considering the illness and treatment you were going through right now. There were good days and bad days. While the treatment seemed to be working some days, there were other times were your body would react so bad to it that it seemed like it wasn't working. One things for sure, it has certainly strengthened y'alls relationship. Once your mess was cleaned up, you stood up to walk back into the bedroom, but Donald grabbed a gentle hold onto your hand to stop you.

"I was gonna go get dressed." You say.

"Honey, you're covered in vomit. Sit down now and I will take care of you." Donald insisted as he helped you to sit on the toilet.

"W-What about work?"

Donald shook his head.

"Cecil can survive a day without me. I promise. And besides, you are more important than he is." Donald reminded you.

There was no point in arguing with him about it. While you valued that Donald cared about you, you wanted him to be able to have some sort of freedom away from you. You already felt like a burden as it is with being sick with cancer and going through treatment, you didn't want to be even more so of one because you couldn't make it to the damn toilet in time or he has to hand feed you due to being too weak to do it. Donald always had a smile on his face every time he did it, but you felt bad. You felt bad that he felt more like a caretaker than a significant other. Donald reached over and started some bath water. He ran his hand under the facet to make sure it was the perfect temperature for you. Once it was, he plugged the tub up so the water wouldn't empty and waited for the tub to fill up. Donald had a permanent smile on his face as he got on his knees in front of you, laying his head onto your lap as he rubbed your legs in comfort. He could feel your cold skin which was common after having treatments. Donald was practically nonverbally praising you, saying how brave and strong you are and how beautiful you are through this action. Your hand went to his buzzcut, running your hand through it, finding a big sense of comfort with what he was doing.

"How on Earth did I get so lucky with you?" You say.

Donald turns to make eye contact with you, his deep, brown eyes sparkling upon yours. All Donald could think was that despite the hair loss and body change, you were still the most beautiful person in the world to him. He still got butterflies in his stomach when you smiled at him and still got lustful over seeing your body and still looked forward to seeing and talking with you with every chance could. Cancer didn't change anything on how he felt for you. He just knew he had to take care of you for however long that would be. The bath was full. Donald placed a kiss on your legs and got up to stop the water. You stood up, and Donald started helping you out of your clothes, being mindful to pull them off a certain way so no more vomit would get on your skin. You were skinnier than you have ever been since being with Donald. The treatment killed your appetite, and most of the time, you ate whatever Donald made to not hurt his feelings. He at least made you eat a real meal once a day and let you drink protein and smoothie shakes or drinks to at least have some nutrients in your body. Every time you looked in the mirror, you couldn't but feel disgusted over yourself. Your body didn't look like yours, and you hated it. Meanwhile, Donald still found your body to be just as amazing and beautiful since the day he first saw it. Once you were fully undressed, Donald held your hand and the side of you, helping you into the bathtub carefully since he knew you were experiencing some weakness. Donald didn't let go until your ass was on the tub.

"There you go, love." Donald said as he let go of you.

The warm water immediatly soothed your body and warmed it up. You found yourself naturally leaning back against the tub.

"Here." Donald said as he put a fresh clean towel on your head as a makeshift pillow.

He figured that would be more comfortable than having your head against the wall.

"Thanks." You said.

"Of course. Give me two minutes and I'll wash you up." Donald said as he started deep cleaning the floor were your vomit was at.

You let your body marinate in the warm water as Donald quickly cleaned the spot, for he didn't want to have you be bathed in cold or even lukewarm water. You didn't deserve that. In fact, you deserved the whole world. The entire world. You deserved everything but cancer. The day you told him it was indeed cancer was a hard day for both of you. You both held each other and cried. Hard. Yes, the doctors caught it early, but it was still a hella scary thing. The day after the diagnosis, Donald immediately turned into your caretaker. It's like he reserved his emotions for your sake. There were times Donale cried by himself over you and what you were going through, but you were already in such dismay over the cancer that he didn't want to put any more stress on you by crying. The spot was fully cleaned and Donald grabbed the nearby stool to sit where your head was at.

"If this is your chance to get a sneak peek at something go right ahead." You teased him.

"Th-Thats not at all what-"

"I know, I know, Donald. I'm just teasing you." You reassured him.

Donald smiled in response. He then reached for the body sponge and applied your favorite body soap to it. You leaned forward to were your body was exposed out of the water. Donald then leaned in with the sponge and ever so slowly but softly began washing your body. He took his time to get every little spot and even then he went back over a second time to make sure you were clean. You bucked your hips up so he could get your stomach and he lifted your legs up, one at a time, to wash them. Donald was very careful and ginger with his actions. Once he could feel nothing but your favorite body soap was when he started splashing water carefully to wash the soap off. His soft but calloused hands running over your body. The feeling was very intimate and you loved it. Donald rinsed his hands in the water and turned to you.

"How do you feel?" Donald asks him.

"Better, thank you, Donald."

Donald leaned in and placed his lips onto yours for a soft peck.

"You're welcome." Donald said.

Donald pulled away and unplugged the water. Once fully drained, Donald made sure to grab a warm fresh towel and helped you out of the tub. His toweled hands ran over your body to get any water that was dripping and cause he knew your body would shiver immediately after stepping out so he made sure to get every bit to prevent that from happening as much as possible.

"Dry?"

You nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna wrap the towel around you so you will still have some cover. Maybe not shiver as much." Donald said as he wrapped the towel around your body.

"Okay."

Once the towel was around your body, he led you out of the bathroom. On cue your body shivered upon the change in temperature but the towel did help like Donald theorized. You sat on the bed as Donald went through your clothes to get you some new ones to wear and maybe you would get some extra rest. You needed it and he knew that. Donald pulled out some comfortable underwear and a sleep shirt for you and came back to you with it. He then got onto his knees and slipped your underwear onto your legs, pulling them all the way up until they were snug. He quickly sneaked a kiss onto your belly making you giggle. Donald smiled, hearing a giggle meant you were feeling somewhat better. He then slipped the shirt on over your head and a little bit more warmth came to your body.

"Do you need anything before we lay back down?" Donald asks.

"No, I'm okay." You say, not wanting to make him do anymore than he has to.

Donald smiled as he stepped out of the room. You shook your head, knowing he was indeed going to bring back something for you despite you saying no. Moments later, Donald came back into the bedroom with a bottle of water. He opened the cap up for you but sat it down on your nightstand so you didn't have to struggle to open it. Equivalent to opening the pickle jar for you. Donald smiled as he walked around and slipped right back into bed with you.

"Feel alright?" He asked, laying on his side to face you.

You nod as you laid on your side to face him.

"You're so dreamy." You compliment him.

Donald chuckled, feeling the familiar blush paint on his face.

"I could say the same about you, love." Donald said back.

You shrugged your shoulders in response.

"You are. No matter how much longer we have to do this treatment, you are beautiful. No matter what." Donald said as he held your arm, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

"There's no one else here but you. And if the rest of the world dies and it's just you and I then so be it. I would be fine with that so as long as you're okay in the end."

You held it together as Donald said those words. He was man of many words that has been proven so many times in the past but it was especially true right now.

"I love you, Donald." You choked out, leaning into him for a hug.

Donald immediately hugged you back, rubbing your back softly and placing soft and tender kisses onto your temple. The world was so quiet right now that it truly did feel like there was no one else but you and him. And in Donald's mind, that was especially true.

"I love you too."

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