tw for mommy & daddy issues... uh.. i really like older women and men
while this blog is still 18+ i mostly keep it safe.... or trying my best to
i am adult (21+)
i am cecil stedman liker (hypersharing... i hope i use this word right) and i like donald x cecil a lot too!!!!
i have an oc x canon for him in mind... in hopes of drawing for them one day... and maybe even posting it... oh whew now that was too much
ah i also have to mention. im autistic and have big difficulties expressing my emotions in text. please forgive me if i sound rude. that is never my intention
Every time Donald dies it's to save the life of another. Do you think Cecil wishes he could be that selfless? Do you think Cecil keeps bringing Donald back because it's not fair that the people who throw themselves on the grenade always die? Do you think Cecil brought him back because the world needed Donald or because Cecil needed Donald? Would Cecil know the difference? Would the difference matter?
Cecil sacrifices his morality and Donald sacrifices his life. Donald is the body Cecil is the soul.
Donald sacrificed his body and memories and autonomy to better protect Cecil, Cecil sacrificed his conscience and lied to Donald for years to protect him. They are so perfectly complementary like two puzzle pieces I'm going insane about it.
They are so canon to me you don't even know man
Gay af to defy nature to keep bringing your second in command back from the literal embrace of death and also gay af to consent to experimental cybernetic procedures just so u can stay by the side of the man trying to save the entire world. Do u think Donald agreed to it more out of a sense of duty to the planet or love for Cecil.
Trick question it was both in equal measure
Old man yaoi so good it makes u write ur first tumblr post on ur ancient lurk account u almost never touch
I feel Cecil is really sensitive even if he tries to hide it, the fact that he gets defensive at any type of comment he doesn't like it's giving him away
And the fact that he is impulsive too, even if he tries not to, like the first time we meet him
He is supposed to be the one who takes the cold choices and still he is deeply affected by anything he doesn't like.
In the scene when he and Donald argued
The only assumption of Donald thinking Cecil was the one who needed his memory erased for his own benefit is enough to hurt him and therefore make him react with anger
And if you check him in the 3rd season when we see his backstory, he wasn't like that, he just goes to the point, not unnecessary cursing, not getting easily angry or defensive, he just does his own thing
Look at him, so chill after losing his only weapon
And then he even takes his time to smile mid fight, pretty nonchalant
But after the incident, he looks so guilty and angry
He decides to keep that scar in his face not like a "reminder" like he tries to make it appear, but like a punishment to look at everyday
And that's when we start to notice that indeed what happened to him changed the way he reacts to his surroundings
Then when he became the Director of the GDA he faces a strong rejection from his team (except from Donald)
And when he checks the reports
He says everyone thinks he is fucked up just because he was in prison
Wich is true, but mind you, those words about himself came out of his mouth
And then when Donald ask what happens if Nolan is hostile
Cecil says something meaning that it would be okay if he gets killed because then they will get the Director they wanted and be more happy
hellooooo, i love what you write, like so much, thank you especially for the Donald ones. Is it okay if you could make Nsfw headcanons for Donald ? Of course, take your time and finish your sinclair one (that i also enjoy reading btww). Thats pretty much it, again, i love your stuff ! Have a good day/night. 😽😽😽
saw this ask this morning and have been thinking about it all day. HUZZAH! BIG MAN SMUT also the Sinclair smut is finished....
Donald Ferguson x Reader
NSFW hcs
off topic but I love his last name so much. Ferguson. it's so fun to say. fergalicious definition make them boys go loco. ANYWAYS.
Donald is kinda vanilla tbh 💔 he's down for most of ur freaks but he doesn't really have many of his own. that being said..
height difference. he's big and tall, there's a good chance he's much larger than you. he likes that, he feels like he can keep you safe
minor age gap thing?? cos I mean..... Cecil..... also wouldn't mind someone AT LEAST 21 that's into middle aged men like him 🤗🤗
minor bondage kink (giving and receiving)
oh and praise. obviously (giving>receiving)
body worship (g>r)
average length, slightly thicker girth
not really sexual but he likes to lay his head on your stomach and vice versa
if you're into bigger guys he will probably go a little crazy (positive connotation)
service dom... if he subs it is specifically because you want him too (he doesn't mind it at all 🤭)
loves to hold your hands, just in general. makes him feel secure, eases his anxiety a bit 💗
tries to be gentle, but if he's had a particularly rough day or you've been riling him up... hoo boy
not all that loud, but definitely makes noise. a lot of huffing and puffing. groans a bit, and they're extremely breathy. especially when he's close 🤗
whines a little when you top tho... slightly more than a little perhaps....
not actively INTO dacryphilia per say, but when you cry it does give him a little ego boost... let's him know he's doing a good job 🤗 the first time he was extremely worried though. thought he was hurting you 💔
I uh.... forgot about aftercare with Sinclair y'all please yell at me until I do that...
but yeah. aftercare.. does not care if he was on top or bottom he will try to provide the aftercare. even if you just got done pegging him into oblivion you will have to MAKE HIM stay out.
most of the aftercare just depends on y'alls mood but what is consistent is he WILL HOLD YOU immediately afterwards. he will not let you go until youve completely come down.
he often runs a bath once y'all are past the stage of needing affection or you'll just die
will force you to drink water if he has to. I honestly completely forgot that's a thing you have to do.
stays in extremely close proximity for as long as he physically can.
Single Mama! Reader with Cecil or Donald headcanons, pretty please. I’ll give you my prized Pokémon book for it.
Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader
oh my god i read this as sigma while scrolling through requests and had an aneurysm I'm so fucking brain rotted
anyways- Cecil and Donal are separate hcs, sorry if these are sort of short!
hcs under the cut!
Cecil
Cecil is ambivalent and distant
he's not against you having a kid, but he doesn't know what to do with it
"Want a beer?" "HES FOUR" type shit
For the most part he treats your kid as cordially as possible.
If they're an elementary schooler, he might try and bribe them into liking him with toys
If they're more like a middle or high schooler, however, he treats them with respect
Cecil over her shaking some fourteen year olds hand like "I promise my intentions with your mother are good, I'm a good man and she's a great woman."
like oh my god just stooooop
but they lowkey kind of love it? Like, he's so aloof and weird, your kid(s) adore him
It's a very parallel-play type of thing
Cecil and you will be watching a movie and your kid will come downstairs and sit on the other side of the couch, casually reading a book or playing their 3ds or something
If your kid is interested in government or safety, Cecil will happily take them under his wing
You come back from the bathroom to find Cecil explaining calculus to your high schooler
or explaining the concept of government to your eight year old, who is happily absorbing it all like a sponge
He keeps it age appropriate
Cecil has a LOT of resources
So when he wants to take you out, you've got your pick of the best babysitters in the world
It's usually Donald ngl
sometimes, though, a teenage superhero will volunteer to babysit for some extra cash
So Eve-- or, more accurately-- Rex and Rae-- come over to babysit.
(ignore season three for these purposes- stfu it's cute)
And Cecil takes you out on the town
being a single mom means you have a hard time getting to be just Y/n, not Y/n the mom
Cecil makes sure you know how special you are
Corny ass man probably takes you swing dancing or something
Red Lobster type mf
I'm kidding he takes you to a very nice dinner
and buys an extra dessert for your kid <3
Donald
BIG nerd
Your kid like pokemon? Oh he's studying up rn to impress them
Because of this Donald's at work reading Warrior Cats and Cecil is like "Donald what the fuck is that?"
"Oh- My girlfriend's kid is really into this serious, I want to make a good impression."
"A grown man having warrior cats knowledge is terrifying, Donald."
psshhh whatever Donald doesn't care.
Tries to win over your kid by showing off his robotic features (once he gets used to it himself)
WILL take your kid to the park with you as a date
I hc Donald probably doesn't have too much in the way of his own family, so he's charmed by yours
Donald likes to take your kid(s) with you on dates
Group family dates if you will
So you all go to the movies, or maybe to dinner every now and again, stuff like that
But he makes time for just you don't you worry.
Type of dude to throw your kids in the air.
he's just casually available and emotionally supportive
ALSO teaches your children stuff, but more like history or lower level math
I have the very specific image in my head of your 3rd/4th grader coming home crying because her school is doing a daddy daughter dance and like.... she doesn't have a dad? What is she going to do?
You offer her to bring her uncle, or maybe she could bring you?
Donald comes back from the store with groceries for dinner and your daughter lights up
"I want Donald to take me!"
"Hm?" he puts the bags down to high five your daughter hello "Take you to what, kid?"
You sighed, leaning awkwardly against the kitchen counter "She's having a daddy daughter dance at school- Honey, why don't you take your uncle?"
Donalds eyes widen and he has to hold back a wobbly smile "No it's okay! I'll take her." Oh fuck it, dude is smiling
Ugh i'm a wreck he's so sweet
He's not trying to replace their dad or anything
like literally "not the step dad he's the dad who stepped up"
I love Donald so much, I wish he got more love from the fandom. Can I request general dating headcanons for Donald? Both SFW and NSFW (if you want, no pressure if you're not comfortable!)
Donald X Reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)
I'll put a warning for Nsfw dw!
super short lol... thank you for the request!!
Hcs under the cut
Sfw
Donald is a total dweeb ngl
Like he's not too good at handling himself in social situations without being an aloof government assistant
he really likes the song "government hooker" he finds it absolutely hilarious
a weirdly good dancer
but white man dancing, don't get it twisted
does a little shimmy iykwim
like to twil you for fun
this mf is so phineas and ferb coded what the fuuuuuuuck
Type of man who, in casual circumstances, is wearing a short sleeve button up OVER his tshirt
probably with some nice fitting cargo pants or darkwash jeans or something
but honestly he wears the suit so much he probably just sticks with that
probably has a watch collection
his dad had one so ofc he has one
Call you "dear" but in the exact same tone he says "sir" or "ma'am" like very matter-of-fact like it's either your name or your title
When he's trying to be sweet he'll wrap his arms around your waist and lean over and be all "I love my wife/husband/spouse" and then you'll be all "I love you too" and he's all "Bitch I was talking about my PARTNER who are you?"
but he's just being silly and then he kisses you
Likes to get brunch with you
idk why he seems like he'd fuck up some eggs Benedict
Or some bacon
definitely a savory food person
He likes it when you order for him, he has to handle so much in his day-to-day that his love language is acts of service
His love language to give to you is definitely physical touch
gives great massages
gives AMAZING hugs (its okay I'm fat too I can say that)
used to love the terminator movies
now it's just a little too weird
same with teen titans
Super into Back to the Future and is so bummed he never gets to figure out time travel
plays boardgames with you whenever he can
that's his ideal date
board games
that or an escape room
Nsfw
Type of man who is bouncing between extremes
unlike Cecil who is always temperate and chill, Donald flips between being too busy/stressed to have a sex drive to jumping your fucking bones
he eats you out idc
He's a robot, his stamina is "yes"
why would he not?
He's a FIEND for lingerie or really just... cute intimate pajamas
Loves it when you wear his t-shirts and just underwear to bed
He's a solid 5 inches, but thick as hell
it's all in the technique
HEY WAIt- do you think the guy who has to rebuild his dick is weird about it? like... that's gotta be weird
Cecil refuses to let Donald change his appearance as a cyborg so he doesn't fracture his sense of self beyond repair
which is fair but Donald's still mad about it
Donald is a panter
doesn't make a lot of noise but he breathes super heavy, which is hot in its own way
like, he's over here breathing HEAVY because he's using all his muscle and attention to fuck you into this mattress
Struggles to put on jeans sometimes bc of his stomach and you just watch in AWE as he wiggles into his jeans
On that note he wears dark gray briefs exclusively
the socks stay ON in bed
he's weird about feet
like babu it doesn't matter you're a robot
andthen no sex bc he's having a crisis about being a robot again
poor guy
Really good with his hands
accidentally bites WAY too hard when giving you hickeys
fucking obsessed with your stomach and the way it feels and looks
big, round, flat, midsize, abs, he's obsessed it doesn't even matter
not even sexual but also it turns him on when you wear croptops
or when he can see your stomach when you lift your arms in a slightly too short shirt
ugh he's a freak fr
no he's not he's a totally average dude who wants you carnally
could you do sfw and nsfw headcanons of Rex, Allen, Donald, and Cecil with a chubby gn reader?
oh shawty you have no idea how personally relevant this is to me
Rex, Allen, Donald, and Cecil X Chubby!Reader
There will be no references to tits, I tried to keep it pretty gn :)
Rex
Rex values work and exercise in himself, but that's not something that carries over to his romantic preferences
Despite having dated mostly lean superhero ladies in the past, he can't lie, he's pretty partial to someone who looks like you
Sometimes his enthusiasm for and attraction to you can come off as weird or fetishy, but it really isn't like that, he just believes in giving incredibly specific compliments
"Damn babe your thighs look great in those pants-" has you flustered in the middle of Walmart
or when he smacks your ass without a care in the world
"Rex!" You turn to face him, and he gives you this cocky grin you know means he feels 0 remorse
He's a little bummed his clothes don't fit you well, but then he realizes he gets to wear your clothes, and he never shuts up about it
Talking to Mark like "Oh you like my hoodie? It's super fashionable and cool? You're RIGHT it isssss, it's my partners isn't it so soft?"
like total fucking loser about it, hardcore, he loves to wear your clothes so much
Rex likes carrying you around, his strength is a big point of pride for him
Can and will give you a piggy back ride wherever you want and is glad to do it
he's carrying you from his room at Guardians HQ to the living room and ignores the other guardians giving him weird looks bc
"Rex why are you carrying that poor citizen...." Black Samson finally remarks, taking a sip of his coffee
"Uh duh, because they're too beautiful to have to touch the ground, and i'm a mother fucking superhero" he scoffs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world
You lean a little further into him, close enough to press a kiss to the nape of his neck, which just encourages him to readjust his grip on you and carry on to the living room
Allen
he's literally a massive Alien, doorways are kind of an issue for him some places, he doesn't really understand when you explain you're considered chubby for your species
He's just like, yeah, cool, i'm not average for my species either
He finds the shape of you very appealing, theres' a lot for him to sink into
not that he really CAN lay on you, you mostly lay on him
he wouldn't want to crush you or anything
and it's kind of relieving to not be the only one who's worried about that
You can really sink into him, laying on top of him at night
it's a weird phenomenon, for the first time in years you're able to comfortably use another person as a bed, and it's so peacful
he likes to wrap his arms around you to keep you from rolling off of him in your sleep, and he strokes your hair throughout the night
Donald
You and Donald are roughly the same size in clothes, which works out well given he exclusively buys the MOST comfortable loungewear
And you enjoy stealing it
He also enjoys it, seeing you lounge around in his old college hoodies warms his heart
god knows its been years since those have been utilized at all.
He likes to put his hands on your hips when you're around the house
cuddling on the couch? he's got his arms around your shoulder
making dinner? He's got his hands on your hips looking over your shoulder to see what's cooking
He's not big into overt pda, but he enjoys touching the person he loves
Cecil
Cecil has publica media training, he's very careful with his language
if your body is something you're insecure about, don't ever worry about him saying something rude or hurtful, he's well-trained
Cecil is a very thoughtful man, and notices the little issues you have
He may not be incredibly emotionally available, but he notices you being annoyed with the inconsistent, unflattering designs of most clothes in your size, and has your wardrobe tailored to you as a surprise
the surprise is that he doesn't even tell you, but suddenly your jeans fit your hips AND your waist without having a weird gap, or your shirts are the same level of snug throughout the garment, and you know somethings up
"Cecil, sweetheart, did you do something to my clothes?" you call through the bedroom and into the living room, where Cecil is answering emails
His response is light and casual "I know a woman who does alterations, they fit alright?"
You're sitting in his lap as he's filing a report. He's got his arms wrapped around you from the back, chin resting on your head.
His eyes are half-lidded, both from exhaustion and his love for you.
Every now and then, he leans down to give you a little kiss. You can feel his love for you against the small of your back.
Donald:
You're also sitting in his lap, but you're facing him. You're melting in his large figure, his fat squishing against you. He's flustered, looking off to the side as he hugs the ever-loving shit out of you. The result of his crush on you mixed with all his stress is, very apparent.
Sinclair:
The most flustered out of all of them. Refuses to look at you, but will NOT loosen his grip on you either. His hold is almost possessive, like he's scared something's gonna steal you from him.
Smithy:
He's got his arms stretched to wrap around you so many times you are bundled up. There's no way you're getting away from him. He's smiling brightly, grinning even. He squeezes you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.
"I've got your back, sir. Always." | Cecil Stedman/gn! Reader
>> Very few people like Cecil Stedman.
But you do. A lot.
Tags: fluff, love confessions, reader is a hero/has powers, food, first kiss, age gap, reader is smitten from the get-go and Cecil isn't used to someone caring about him.
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Overall, Cecil Stedman isn't used to people caring about him.
After years on the job, he has little to no relationships left, all his energy going to keeping the world safe and running. Outside of Donald and Brit, he has few people he can really trust or call friends. Let alone people that care about him.
But he's used to it. This isn't him trying to gain pity or anything. It's a fact, something that was inevitable with the things he has to do. After all the contingency plans, the invasive surveillance details, and overall hard-ass nature, it's no surprise nobody is his biggest fan. Even the GDA employees, with all that they trust him and are loyal, don't necessarily like him.
Somehow, you missed that memo.
Typically, heroes working for the GDA don't like Cecil– and most definitely not the younger ones. Older heroes are able to see the nuance, the shades of grey of the world; they might not like his calls, but they respect them, know Cecil truly does have Earth's best interests at heart by now.
The younger ones still have their heads in the clouds though, still believe a few punches or a talk will solve every problem they come across. They don't know how the real world works, don't understand how deep the corruption can go, how bad people can be; they balk at the idea of killing even when absolutely necessary, which has led to even worse situations than if they had just simply killed the bad guy.
It's annoying. Definitely been the cause behind some of his white hair. But they're the hand he's been dealt and so he'll use them the best he can, all while waiting for them to finally mature and listen to his fucking orders for once.
But you're not like that. You've never been like that, even when you were green behind the ears.
From the first moment you debuted, you were… not perfect, but damn near close. He'd immediately had his people look into your background, already planning to hire you.
You'd just turned twenty when you started your career, and your background was pretty ordinary, all things considered. No hero relations or ties, no formal training. All the skill you showed? That was all you. You'd prepared for this day to the best of your abilities and damn did it pay off.
And once you were under his wing, you just got better. Cecil knew he shouldn't have favourites, but lord help him it was hard not to when he had to deal with those like Rex Splode and Invincible. Next to them, you were practically a gift from god.
Young, but not naive or idealistic. Powerful, but not arrogant or untrained. You were careful, willing to listen to him, and fuck, but it felt good. It was like all his karma had finally come around. All the good he did is finally being repaid.
Yet that wasn't all. And after years of working together, there was hardly denying it.
You liked Cecil. You liked Cecil a lot.
There were many moments that proved you did, now that he thought back on it. Like the way you'd train harder if he was watching, or how you'd immediately jump to a task if it was specifically Cecil asking you to do it. He'd chalked it up to respect at the time.
But then you began bringing him food.
“You eat yet, sir?” You questioned one afternoon, unzipping the front of your suit and pulling your arms free. You tied them around your waist, letting your upper body breathe, clad in only a comfortable tank top now. “Today's been busy. I can grab something for you, I'd you'd like.”
He'd been half paying attention, glancing from you to the tablet in his hands, grunting something that could've been taken either way as he made sure there wasn't about to be another attack. “Busy” was an understatement when it came to today, filled with villain attack after villain attack. At least there hadn't been any kaijus or natural disasters. Yet.
You'd disappeared only to return a little later, carrying a plastic bag full of takeout. The smell had hit him all at once.
Fresh fries, ketchup and mayonnaise mixed and hot, the damp smell of perspiration from the bag, a faint hint of beef from the burgers.
When you'd offered to get food, he'd expected from the cafeteria, not… this.
“Christ, kid, how far did you go for this?” He asks, mouth already watering. Fuck, but he was starving.
As he settles down at an empty desk, you shrug, sitting near him and opening up the bag. “Eh, nothing I couldn't handle. I'm hardly a one trick pony, sir.”
Didn't he know it. Your powers were kindly referred to as a “grab bag set”, simply meaning they were varied and diverse.
“Cecil is fine, kid.” He says, already opening up the packaging and– oh god, yes. His stomach rumbles as he eyes the gorgeous burger.
You pause, chip halfway in your mouth. You chew, swallow.
“Alright, Cecil.” You say, testing his name on your tongue. The sound of it is nice coming from you, he finds.
That wasn't the only or last time you brought him food. Some mornings you'd be there, offering him a coffee as you sipped on a milkshake.
Or you'd bring him meals, takeout again or sandwiches or something easy.
Then came that one day– a night that dragged on and on as he sat in his office doing paperwork. You'd dropped by, bringing with a container.
“I, uh, made dinner.” You said, awkwardly placing it on the edge of his desk. “And I thought that it's probably been a while since you last had something homemade, so…”
He eyes it, eyes the rice and veggies on one side, the curry mixture on the other. Fat chunks of meat lay in it, juicy with the spicy sauce.
When had he last had a proper meal? One made by another person for just him and themselves?
Huh.
Quietly, he takes it, opening the top to take a sniff. The smell that hits him causes nostalgia to burst to life in his brain, a half image of sitting on a scratchy rug and colouring on a piece of paper while his mom cooked in the kitchen hitting him.
Cecil swallows, thanks you for it, and eats in silence.
You don't linger, simply smiling at him before bidding him adieu and going on your way.
He didn't usually eat in his office, not liking the smell or potential mess, but… he thinks he can make an exception for you and your cooking. Something that became a regular occurrence, like his acceptance had opened a new door for you.
At least once a day, you'd bring him something to eat, something that filled his stomach and gave him energy for the rest of the day, something that, over time, fattened him up until he was no longer so thin– something his doctors were happy to see.
It didn't stop there.
As the dynamic between you two shifted, you learned more about him, picking up on the little things. Like how he took pills to deal with… everything. Chronic pain, headaches, to keep his energy up. Stuff like that so he didn't drop dead from exhaustion or pain.
So, how did you bring it up?
During a mission, of course.
Some giant slime monster had been giving the Guardians some trouble, so you and a couple others showed up to help, but that didn't stop the fight from dragging on for hours.
The entire time, Cecil was in your ears, speaking and directing and shouting orders because “For fucks sake! How hard can it be to kill a slime?”
“Give us a break, Cecil!” Rex yelled out, sending explosions towards the green creature, making it shy away. “If it's supposed to be soooo easy, why don't you deal with it?!”
In the field, you glared at Rex, nearly letting him get hit by a stray tendril considering he was so distracted. But in the end you forced yourself to be mature, yanking him back with a gesture of your hand.
“Pay attention!” You snapped, waving your hands again, which glowed with your telekinetic aura, colours shifting as you created a wall around the blob, trying to keep it contained for a bit. “For fucks– when is Atom Eve getting here??”
Panting and taking a moment to recuperate, Black Samson glanced towards Robot.
“Yeah, man! You sent the alert ten minutes ago. What's going on?”
A crackling in your ear had you pausing, trying to focus on keeping the walls up while listening the Cecil.
“She's on route right now. There was a small distraction on the way.” Cecil said, looking from screen to screen. One tracked Eve’s movements while the other was of drone footage of the fight. His eyes lingered on you. “Can you keep the shield up long enough?”
You scoff, fingers flexing. “Fuck yeah, I can. Unlike others, I actually train.” You mutter, receiving a soft, amused huff in your ear. You grin.
Then your eyes catch on your wrist, spotting the time on your watch.
“Hey–! Cecil, have you taken your pills yet?” You ask hurriedly, still keeping the shield up even as the green slime tries putting pressure on it.
In the monitor room, Cecil paused at your question.
“What?” He says, catching the turn of Donald’s head towards him.
“Your pills,” your voice comes over the comms, a few agents who were listening in glancing towards their director. “You usually take them at this time. Have you? I don't want you collapsing, Cecil.”
Despite himself, Cecil is… surprised. And maybe a little embarrassed. And flattered? Not that he has any time to think about that. You noticing he took medicine was one thing, but being concerned about it? Making sure he took them on time?
His ear tips burned as he sighed, reaching into his pocket where today’s pills sat in a little container.
“I'll take them in a minute–”
“No, right now.” You order– actually order– with a huff. “Before you get distracted with another disaster. Now, Cecil.”
His ears burned more. Fuck, when had you grown so… comfortable with him to order him around like this?
Silently, Cecil did as told, sighing as he popped the pills and swallowed them with a mouthful of water.
“Done.” He mutters, almost grumbling as he hears your sigh.
“Good. You need to take care of yourself, Cecil.” You say, all soft and caring, and Cecil can feel the eyes on him, people beginning to catch onto things and he really doesn't want to deal with this, not right now. Thankfully Atom Eve chooses to finally show up, quickly acting and freezing the giant green blob.
The second it's frozen solid, you drop the shields, slumping for a moment, hands on your hips.
Concerned, Cecil presses on his earpiece. “You okay, kid?”
You huff, panting as you glance around, finding the drone. You give a thumbs up, smiling into the camera.
“Perfect, Cecil.”
It wouldn't be the last time you made sure he was taking care of himself. It was a mixture of flattering and embarrassing each time, years of not having someone care this much about him leaving him weak against it. He didn't know how to react half the time except to quietly thank you for everything you did for him.
It all comes to a head after a meeting with the Guardians. Getting them all back together after the split was necessary, especially with more and more threats popping up. Now more than ever the world needed their heroes to be united.
Yet as the others said their piece, Cecil had felt the anger coming off of you. You'd stood back, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as the team made it known they'd quit the second he did anything they didn't like again– which was a fucking lot considering they acted like a bunch of kids who still thought the world was black and white.
You'd bitten your tongue, Cecil eyeing your scowling expression as he teleported back to the GDA with you.
“Say whatever's on your mind, kid.” He finally said, watching your expression twitch, lips pressing together before you exhaled harshly, almost growling.
“It's just– why–”
He placed a hand on your arm, and that immediately made you relax and take a breath. Cecil watched, almost in awe that he could have this effect on you.
“You do everything to keep the world safe. And yeah, sometimes you do shitty things, but they make sense. Why can't they see that?” You whisper, looking at him as though pained. “They act like you're some… corrupt politician, about to lobotomize them into your mindless little soldiers.”
Your words hit him in the heart, something about them so genuine and confused that he just…
“I'm not a good person,” he says, almost adding his usual kid at the end but… you're hardly a kid anymore, are you? Mid twenties now. He shouldn't treat you like a naive child. “They aren't wrong to be wary with me–”
“But they are!” You cut him off with a snap, stepping closer and–
Cecil's heart jolts as you stand chest to chest with him, faces far too close to be proper.
“They're heroes, they knew what they were signing up for! And you– you're their boss, not their friend or dad. You make the hard calls, you do what's necessary to keep the world safe, which they should understand since that's what they're supposed to be doing as well!” The more you talk, the more worked up you get, voice rising in volume as you gesture wildly, sharply. “They should be fucking glad you have contingencies for all of us! What hero doesn't want to be sure they'll be taken down if they go bad or are mind controlled or something?”
As your tirade ends with your soft panting, breathless from the long-winded rant, Cecil just stares into your eyes, lips parted as shock fully settles over him.
He'd never expected…
He'd known you liked him, but…
He says your name quietly and watches your expression waver into something sad and bothered and unsure.
“I just… don't like how others treat you. Why can't they see what I see?”
Heart pounding, Cecil remembers this feeling– this warmth, this stuttering happiness and realisation that somebody–
“And… how do you see me?” He asks, and the sentence feels empty, like it's missing something. And it is. You have a name, a hero name, but “kid” had become your nickname, his pet name for you long after he should've stopped using it but it had stuck, filled with fondness and memories and– why is he thinking about that at a moment like this? It's just a pet name. A dumb one at that. One most would find insulting.
But you never seemed to mind.
You also seem to note the absence of it as well, frowning a bit, and Cecil is filled with the odd urge to get rid of that frown.
“… I see the man I look up to. A man who does everything to keep the world safe and save as many lives as he possibly can.” You murmur, shuffling a bit, feet between his as you subconsciously lean forward. “I… also see the man I love more than anything or anyone in the world.”
The confession lies between you two, Cecil processing it and repeating it over and over in his head. You loved him. Actually, truly loved him.
When had anyone last loved him?
His mother, perhaps. Or Donald, though their love was a quiet thing, professional and hidden.
Yet here you were, telling him you loved him. Younger, powerful, loyal, caring… and with years of memories proving just how deep that love ran.
As the silence drags on, your gaze flits down to the side, and your lips tug lower into a grimace.
“I don't expect you to return my feelings, sir. I just want you to know I care deeply for you. That someone here has your back entirely.” You whisper, ready to step back and exit this moment, but he stops you before you can.
His hand on your shoulder stops you, and you look up, meeting Cecil's cool blue gaze.
“… sweetheart,” he begins, hesitation melting away as he lands on that pet name. It works. It doesn't carry the same weight as kid but it works. “I… being with me won't work. I'm old, I barely have time to rest, let alone go on dates.”
Despite his words, despite his tone, you smile. A soft thing that makes his heartbeat skip.
“I know. And I'm okay with that. I like what we have already. I'm not asking for a million dates and a crazy wedding. I just… wanted you to know. I'm already happy with what we have.”
Well, when you put it like that, Cecil can't find any reason to deny you, then.
Because the more he thinks about it, the more he's sure he feels the same. Maybe not exactly– he wasn't some young man experiencing his first relationship after all, no fireworks or overwhelming burst of all consuming love. No, what he felt with you right now was… something far more intimate.
Comfortable, settled, pure contentment that would never waver.
So with the matter settled in his mind, Cecil slides his hand up to cup the side of your face and leans in, pressing a gentle yet full kiss to your lips.
He feels you melt into it, smirking internally as you immediately grab onto his coat, kissing back eagerly.
Just because he was the old man unaffected by the magic of a first kiss didn't mean you weren't unaffected by it.
Feeling generous, Cecil wrapped an arm around your waist and yanked you closer, giving you a real swoon worthy kiss. He figures you deserve it after putting up with him all these years.
If he was going to be your partner, he might as well indulge when he could. He likely wasn't going to get many chances with his job.
