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Donald Ferguson Headcanons Pt ||| (Dad Edition)

Notes: I had a vison and I had to make it happen. Pic credits to the awesome @cyrusking100 . I made this as gender neutral as I could but if something is incorrect then please let me know. Enjoy :3

Cries when he first holds his baby for the first time. 

Wouldn’t be a helicopter parent necessarily, but would be protective of them. 

He would hum or softly sing to help calm them down whether they are sick, had a nightmare, or hurt themselves. 

Nearly cries at every milestone; first steps, first words, going to school for the first time, first significant other, etc. 

Even when they are an adult he would always see them as their little girl/boy/kid. 

The second he hears about them being bullied, he will go to the school to talk to the principal about it. Remains cordial and stone faced about it even though he is internally cursing at them for their negligence. 

Makes breakfast every morning for them as a great way to start the day. ((Is a master in the kitchen))

Will play dolls, trucks or have tea parties or do whatever with them because their happiness is always priority for him.

If they are sick, he is on fast mode with cold medicine, hot tea, and making homemade soup to help you out. 

Reads bedtime stories anytime they ask for one. Even if they are a teenager he will still read one. 

Nightmares? He is the one to go FBI style on checking your closet and under the bed to ‘scare off the monsters that were hiding in the room’. And if that doesn’t work he would lay in bed with you until you fell asleep but most of the time he would accidentally fall asleep with you but he would do it every time to make sure you were comforted and not scared. 

First heartbreak? Watch a stupid comedy movie with you, try to pull an all-nighter with you with board games, go out for a game of bowling or even the markets. Whatever it took to help take their mind off of the heartbreak they were dealing with. 

If he has the cyborg body, it takes him a while to figure out how to tell his kid about it. He explains to them in full detail what happens and shows them like his robot hand or leg, he doesn’t want to scare them, but his kid thinks it is the coolest thing in the world and all is well. 

Would lowkey spoil them rotten just because he loves them so much but also teaches them great life lessons and morals. 

Would sing along to them with a song like they’re both performing in a concert even when he isn’t a great singer ((I lowkey think he would be))

His kid makes him come out of his shell and helps him discover things he didn’t realize he liked to do. 

Is very loving and affection towards them

In any instance when it's a given they are getting older, puberty for example, he slightly freaks out only because he still views them as their little kid, not in a condescending way, but is willing to give them the talk and help them out in any means necessary. 

Is overjoyed when they want to pick up a hobby he is also interested but also shows interest in any hobby they have even if it’s one he doesn’t care for. 

Celebrates every milestone like it's a lifelong celebration. He just wants them to know that they are important to him and he loves them. 

Has to refrain from laughing when they say their first cuss word but disciplines them on it. ((He has a potty mouth himself and realizes right then and there he has to watch what he says))

Would challenge his kid to a dance off. ((I can’t explain why but he would))

They want to learn how to play an instrument? He is all for it, even if it's one he doesn’t know how to play. He will teach himself in order to teach you. 

They are his first priority first and foremost. Yes his job is important, but if you are sick or unwell then he is very well staying home with you, not caring if Cecil or anyone gives him an earful about it. 

Says new slang just to annoy them. ‘What the sigma?’ “DAD stop!” ‘I can’t rizz my way out of this one’ 

Has to refrain from crying when they move out of the house only because it is what he has been used to for many, many years but helps them in every step of the way to help them into their new house. 

If his kid is a smart-ass, he would be a smart-ass back. ((Jokingly of course))

Christmas time is his favorite part of the year because him and his kid always take pride in making the house as festive as possible. 

Loves watching Disney movies with them

Not a video game guy but will play one to bond with them, even if he doesn’t have any idea on what he is doing. ‘How do I run?’ “Left trigger button” ‘Okay how do I shoot?’ “That one, you sure you wanna play, Dad?’ “Yes. I promise”

Movie and board game nights are a must

He would do an activity of some kind to teach some kind of skill like: making own pasta, gardening, etc. 

Want a cat or dog? No hesitation on bringing one home for them

Always reassures them they can come to him for anything at all because he just wants the best for them and for them to be okay. 

Supports whatever career you want to do

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Donald you'll always be number one but Cecil is becoming a very close second 👀👀

hes so... silly...

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A short Donald Ferguson x Reader drabble inspired by this amazing artwork by the very talented @tatiejosie . Enjoy :3

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"How bad is it, Cecil?"

"He is o-"

"How bad is it?" You sternly asked, tired of getting beaten around the bush.

Cecil sighed deeply and looked down at the floor before finally meeting eye contact again.

"Follow me."

Finally.

Both you and Cecil walked down the long hallways that was the GDA, eventually leading you to the hospital part of the GDA. It wasn't your first time here and it wouldn't be the last time that's for sure. In fact you didn't know if there would ever be a last time. For as long as you could remember, Donald has been working under Cecil at the GDA. When you first got together, Donald just told you he worked for the government and of course you believed him and didn't question him. It wasn't until an alien creature, or whatever the hell it was, came to Earth and Donald was part of the combat team. He unknowingly saved your life and almost didn't realize it was you until you called him 'Don', your given nickname to him. It snapped him back into reality and even through his thick lenses could you see that he was shocked to see you here. Donald led you into a save alley, entirely leaving his post.

"Stay here. Do not move or come out until I come back for you, okay?"

You remember his tone very well that day and while he wasn't being mean nor condescending but it was serious. You nodded and stayed in your hiding spot until Donald did what he promised which was come back for you. Despite the hearing of cheering and praise, you kept still in the hiding spot until his glasses reflected in the distance, which indicated it was him.

"Don, you were awesome!" You had exclaimed as you jumped onto him for a hug.

He was frozen in place and could barely get any words out but hugged you back. Donald wasn't used to physical contact so it caught him off guard but you both, without even realizing it, melted into each others arms from the hug, indicating that you both were meant to be together. That was a year ago and some change and shortly after that incident was when you both found out the truth within. Donald was being rebuilt over and over again after he 'died'. It was a rough period but you opened your heart and arms to Donald and was there for him in every way you could to help him with the hidden truth about him. You both adapted to it quickly, just happy you would always be able to be together. There were times when Donald would be injured badly or be burned or destroyed beyond almost repair. You are scared that one day it would be the end but you have seen and heard worse. The only reason why you were being sort of ugly to Cecil about it was because you were tired of it. Tired of getting the call about him being injured and how severe it was, tired of seeing Donald having to cope all over again that he was in fact being rebuilt as a cyborg. You hated seeing him just stare at himself in the mirror and contemplate if he was really him or not. He didn't deserve it. Not one bit.

"He's in here." Cecil said, knocking you out of your thoughts.

You were so deep in thinking, you didn't even realize y'all were stopped in front of a closed door until Cecil spoke to you. You could hear faint music from inside the room, which was normal.

"Sorry." You mumble.

"You don't need to be. I understand." Cecil said to you. "Stay as long as you like. I'm sure he would like that."

You nodded as Cecil turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the long hallway. For some reason, your heart raced rapidly as if you were prepared to see the worst ever. You stepped close to the door sensor and the doors automatically opened. You stepped in and the doors shut directly behind you, engulfing you in a dark room. Again, normal.

"Love? Is..that you?"

You turned to where the voice came from. While the room was dark, there was plenty of light emitting from his monitor where you could see where Donald was at. Le Carnaval des Animaux was playing in the rooms speakers. It was one of Donald's favorite instrumental pieces and you just being in the room with him was the added cherry on top he needed.

"Yes, Don. It's me."

You approached him at the bedside. Through the light, you could see all of the bandages and even some burnt synthetic skin down at his legs. Donald never wanted you to see him in ruins or critically hurt. You were already constantly worried sick about him so much already, he knew seeing him just fresh from an incident or mission would add onto your stress. Hence why he always kept the room dark for your sake, but it added a sense of calmness to him. You reached for his hand, feeling some roughness but choosing to ignore it. Once Donald felt your hand, he held it. You could see the wires hooked up to him on his body. They weren't normal wires but special ones for him due to his cyborg body. It unnerved you at first but you were used to it now. Donald softly rubbed your hand with his thumb.

"It's..not bad like you think it is." Donald attempted to reassure you.

"It's not that I'm worried Donald, it's just.." You sighed, knowing this wasn't going to do anything.

And besides he was injured and recovering. You weren't going to give him that lecture right now. Your eyes found their way up to him and from then on, despite the rest of his body being injured badly, his face was in pristine condition. His deep, brown eyes were looking at you and all he could think about was how lucky he was to have you. He wouldn't keep doing this if it wasn't for you. He puts through having to recope all over again from being rebuilt for you. He was infatuated with you and so in love with you that he would go through hell and back for you and would throw himself at a bomb if it meant you get to live.

"I love you." Donald spoke up first.

"I love you too, Donald. More than words could ever say."

Donald squeezed your hand comfortingly.

"I'm okay. I promise. I just made the doctors take a break so you could come in here and see me." Donald informed you.

"I appreciate it."

You could see Donald smile at you. It was a comforting and reassuring one, one that made your heart race in a good way. You then held Donald's cheek, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You felt it immediately. His lips were burnt and chapped. But you ignored it. You didn't care because Donald was once again alive. He was alive, looking at you, talking to you and kissing you. Your arm shivered upon some metal that touched you. You peaked and realized it was his hand. Half of it was his skin while the other half was just pure metal. It didn't alarm you though. No, not at all. You pulled away from his lips, but remained close to him.

"You make everything so much better for me." Donald confessed.

"Do I though?"

"Yes. Yes, you do. I go through this every single time so I can be with you. If I didn't have you," He softly chuckled, "well..let's just say I wouldn't be here."

You kept your composure hearing the love of your life pour his heart out like this before. He goes through hell and back for you. All for you.

"Donald.."

"C-Can I ask you something?"

He stuttered. Donald normally doesn't do that unless it was something super important.

"What is it?"

"Will you spend the rest of our lives together? Just me and you?"

"Of course, I would, Donald. You mean so much to me." You accepted his proposal.

You leaned in resting your forehead on top of his. Donald sighed deeply and hummed. You were here. Just the two of you together, embracing one another. As much as you hated having to go through this all the time, you would for him. And he would do the same for you.

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INVINCIBLE S3 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!

CHAT HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THE FIRST THREE EPISODES???

i am super stoked for this season it is off to such a great start so far. I absolutely love the more Donald in the past two episodes like that makes me so happy and I hope they have him live to his full potential this season.

I have read all of the comics so I know what is to come but I can't wait to see how it plays out on the big screen.

At the end of the second episode during Cecil's flashback, I am convinced that Donald at that time was him in the actual flesh. The fact that he was showing all different kinds of emotions within those five minutes and smiling at Cecil twice..it honestly kills me on the inside, but it seems like he is adapting to his cyborg self and seems to be doing better with it. I just hope he launches a missile out of his hand or something that would be cool as hell.

I see both Mark and Cecil's sides on the argument and both are right and wrong with how it was handled, more so Cecil since he didn't have to put that thing in Mark's head but I feel for both of them greatly.

Cannot wait to see more of it!!

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If anyone has any pics of Donald Ferguson..

Please send them my way. I needs more of cyborg super empathetic cutie man in my life.

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Chat i think i just accidently seen some season 3 leaks the night before it PREMIERESSSS LORD HAVE MERCY if anything severely happens to Donald I am gonna CRY.

Im delusional its fake it was all fakkeeeeee

And yes I have read the comics but they have changed so much for the show already I am worried any change is gonna be bad

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It was a particular rough day at work today. Your boss was on you for times than you could count, coworkers were irate at you for no reason, and you accidently dropped your lunch today on the floor and had to settle with the vending machine. By the time you got into your car to leave for the day, you were already dreading being home. Not that there wasn't anything wrong with being home, but the thought of getting home and dealing with the dishes and laundry, it overwhelmed you to no end.

"You gotta do it. It's only fair." You mumble to yourself.

As the house came into view, you squinted your eyes to see if you were really seeing what you were seeing. A silver Audi SUV in the driveway. That was your husband's vehicle and it was parked in y'alls driveway.

"Donald is home?" You say outloud as you pulled in and parked in your respective spot next to his SUV.

This was unusual for him to be home so early. Normally you are the first one to always arrive home and then couple of hours later he would be due to arrive home. So the fact he was home pretty early concerned you more than anything. You turned your vehicle off and rushed inside.

"Donald?" You call out but immediately froze.

The place was..spotless. Just from the living room alone, it was clean and you could even smell that even the carpet was freshly clean. Not that it needed it badly but the smell of it was nice.

"Welcome home, love."

Donald appeared from the kitchen. He was already in his after work clothes which consisted of a white polo shirt, some khaki pants and he had on white socks, which told you the carpet was freshly clean which prompted you to quickly take your shoes off and put them on the shoe rack you both had.

"Oh sorry, Donald." You apologized.

"Don't apologize, it's quite alright. You made it home that's what matters." Donald reassured you.

After putting your shoes on the shoe rack, you turned back to Donald.

"I didn't expect you to be home so early. You usually aren't." You mention.

"I may or may not have persuaded, Cecil to let me go early for the day."

You giggled at his comment.

"What's the occasion?" You ask.

Donald tenderly grabbed your hand as he led you to the dining room table, which was adjacent to the kitchen. There was a candle lit in the middle and side by side was two wine glasses filled halfway with white wine, and a plate occupying with your favorite meal. It looked divine. Your eyes wandered and realized that the kitchen was indeed spotless as well. Those dishes you were worried about weren't there like they were this morning.

"Oh Donald.."

Donald got closer as he held you by your hips and brought you close to him. He moved any strand of hair that was in your face. Donald's touch was soft and tender, always.

"You seemed stressed out the past couple of days. I figured I'd try and help with said stress." Donald confessed.

Your heart raced, but in a good way. Your husband took the initiative to try and help you out. You always took the chore load and housework since Donald works a much demanding job but sometimes it stressed you out considering you sometimes felt like you weren't good enough.

"I just.."

"T-This doesn't mean you haven't been doing good. You always are. I just figured I would help out." Donald added.

You chuckled.

"It's okay, Don. You should know that you know I wouldn't think of you that way."

You leaned in and placed your hands on his shoulders, his hands stayed at your hips, and you closed the gap between you both. It was just a small peck, but it was nothing but passion and love between you two. I hugged him tightly and he did as well.

"I know you can hug me tighter than that." You tease.

"If I do I may crush you into a mush." Donald teased back.

You chuckled. Although the whole thing of him being rebuilt and his brain being put into a fake synthetic metal body came as a shock to both of you, but you both warmed up to it fairly quickly. You were both happy to be together once more. Donald was his normal self and there was nothing, besides physically, different about him. You both pulled away, kissed again and sat down to enjoy dinner. Donald was full open ears as you vented about your boss and your day at work. It hurt him to know you were dealing with that. He had an itch of something to say but he waited patiently for you to finish.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that, love." Donald apologized.

"Ah, it's okay, Donald. You don't need to apologize though."

"I, uh actually have something I need to tell you."

"Oh, what is it?" You ask.

Donald got up from his seat and headed to the living room, to the corner were the record player was at. If there was one thing about Donald, he loved physical media. DVDs, CDs, records, you name it. He surfed through them eventually pulling one out. The Rolling Stones. Sounds about right. Donald put the record in and the music started. Before Donald could turn around, you got up from your seat and approached him.

"May I have this dance, sir?"

"Of course." Donald smiled.

Donald held one hand on your hip and the other holding your hand up and you did the same. You both swayed your hips to the music. The fireplace crackling and the sun setting set the mood even more. It was absolutely romantic.

"Soo?"

"Hm?"

"What did you want to tell me?" You ask.

Donald chuckled. He continued to sway with you to the music for a moment longer but it was just so he could gather up the right words to say.

"Cecil spoke with me today."

"Oh? About what?" You ask.

Donald cleared his throat.

"He is moving me to a different department."

You feel your heart drop. You didn't know if this would be a great thing or a horrible thing.

"Oh, where at?" You ask.

"He wants me to start working with Mark and them and the Guardians. Not so much training them but keep a close eye on them and reporting back to him on stuff like that and such. It would be better hours, better pay, and I would have more free time." Donald explained to you.

Your heart leaped with joy. That's literally what you have been begging for internally. More time with Donald. More time with your husband.

"Donald..is that what you want?" You ask.

"Yes. It is, love. I want to spend more time with you. That is why I said yes."

You were overwhelmed but happy. Happy you would be able to spend more time with Donald and be an actual couple together. The record suddenly scratched to a stop, indicating it was done. You let go of Donald so he could change it. Donald put The Rolling Stones away and put The Cranberries on next. Once the record started again, he came back to you and this time you had your hands around his neck and he had both of his hands on your hips.

"So what would your new schedule be like?"

"I will actually have a two days off which I picked to match with yours. But.." Donald paused.

"What's up?"

"I know that job hasn't been kind to you. I hate seeing you upset and mad about it. And this is only if you want to because I know there is another career you would rather pursue. But you can quit your job and pursue the career you want to pursue."

"Donald. Are you sure? I don't know how long it would take to kick off I don't want you to have to always be bringing in the money." You said with concern.

"I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it, my love. You deserve to be happy and comfortable. Just be my other half, my rock, and my everything. That's all I ask."

You leaned and placed a passionate kiss onto his lips. He kissed back, holding you even closer than he already was and squeezing you tightly.

"I can do that." You say with a smirk.

Donald giggled.

"You're too good for me, Ferguson."

"As well you are to me, Ferguson." Donald said back to you.

Even through his thick lensed glasses, you could see the sparkle and shimmer in his eyes. The love he has for you. Donald would do anything for you to make sure you were loved and taken care of. He loved you very much and wanted to be with you for in every which way. This moment right now, the two of you slow dancing to the record player playing at a good volume with the lights on dim was proof of that.

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A/N: I literally came up with this on the fly and made it up as I went. I hope y'all enjoy it :)

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making this man smile because he's practically incapable of it (bonus under the cut)

yes there is a connection between cecil and ror2. it is stupid. hint: your objective

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I don't know why but I feel like Donald would hate the feeling of his lips being chapped so he would always keep Chapstick on him at all times. Of course if your lips were chapped he would offer you some. And in case you don't like the one he offered first, you bet your ass he has three different kinds in his jacket pocket to offer you. Instead of carrying change, this man is carrying Chapstick.

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Y'ALL FIRST CLIP FROM THE NEW SEASON AND..

HE TAKES UP HALF OF IT WE BETTER SEE MORE OF HIM AND SEE HIM FORM A BAZOOKA OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT OUT OF HIS HAND!!

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Donald Ferguson seems like the type of person to listen to artists like Pink Floyd, Arctic Monkeys, and Radiohead, but would be open to listening to whatever you wanted to listen to.

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love this so much!!

Finally finished a mega write up of Cecil’s backstory/profile. It’s entirely canon compliant, and all additions are respectful of the source material (so there are no contradictions). This is the basis for my interpretation of him in fanfic and RP. Have fun

There’s also a few bonus references to other media in there sprinkled in lol. Let’s see who finds them

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Donald Ferguson: A Playlist

This is basically a playlist I came up with songs that I think Donald would listen to as well as songs that remind me of him and such. Feel free to add any suggestions in the comments and I'll add them to the playlist!

if God didn't want us to snort worms, he wouldn't have made them cylindrical!- MIMIDEATH

Do I Wanna Know?- Hozier (cover)

Scatterbrain-Radiohead

To Be Alone- Hozier

No. 1 Party Anthem- Arctic Monkeys

Albinoni Adagio- Tomaso Albinoni

Girl With One Eye- Florence + The Machine

Knockin' On Heaven's Door- Bob Dylan

Linger- The Cranberries

I Am Yesterday- Zoe Boekbinder

Only Ones Who Know- Arctic Monkeys

Daydreaming- Radiohead

Better Man- Pearl Jam

Again- Alice in Chains

Elderly Woman Behind the Counter- Pearl Jam

High Hopes- Pink Floyd

Avalanche- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

We Are Infinite- The Lighthouse & The Whaler

What Its Like- Everlast

Falling in Love- Cigarettes after Sex

High and Dry- Radiohead

Sunsetz- Cigarettes after Sex

Black Star- Radiohead

Oh My Angel- Bertha Tilman

Motion Picture Soundtrack-Radiohead

One Last Breath- Creed

No Memory- Stone Temple Pilots

Mis- Alex G

I'm Your Man- Mitski

Fix You- Coldplay

How To Save a Life- The Fray

Yellow- Coldplay

Breezeblocks-alt-J

Sparks- Coldplay

The Scientist- Coldplay

Ms-alt-J

Ww-Other Nothing

All Things End- Hozier

Wild World- Yusuf/Cat Stevens

Heavydirtysoul-twentyonepilots

The Judge-twentyonepilots

Hometown-twentyonepilots

Paranoid Android- Radiohead

Fake Plastic Trees- Radiohead

Karma Police- Radiohead

No Surprises- Radiohead

Lover, You Should've Come Over- Jeff Buckley

All I Need- Radiohead

Coming Back To Life- Pink Floyd

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (All Parts)- Pink Floyd

Hallejuah- Jeff Buckley

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want- The Dream Academy

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Sweet Everything

Donald Ferguson x Reader short

About: Donald Ferguson always knows how to end the night sweetly after a rough day.

CW: Mentions of sex but this is strictly the aftercare comfort part. Nothing graphic. Story starts right after the deed is done.

Notes: Enjoy :)

“Are you okay?” 

You were catching your breath, not nearly hearing your significant other check on you. All that was going through your head was pure bliss and euphoria. Your entire body continued to tingle and you were almost neglectful on answering Donald. 

“Yes. Always, Donnie.” You exhaled out. 

Donald smiled down as he leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. You giggled in response as he did as well. Just blissful love you both had for each other. Despite only being together for a couple of years, you two felt like an old married couple. Donald took care of you and always made sure you were in good hands. 

“Do you need some water? Or anything?” Donald asked. 

“I’m good.” 

“Okay, well I am going to go wash up real quick, okay?” 

“Okay.” You confirm. 

Donald leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on your lips and held it there for a few seconds, before pulling away. Love. That’s what it was. That’s what Donald always gave you. Donald got up from the bed, slipped his clothes back on and went to the shared bathroom. You watched from the bed as Donald slipped his sunglasses off. The sunglasses were prescription and he is blind as a bat without them on so there were very rare cases he doesn’t wear them which would be sleeping and showering. His blue eyes were the prettiest pair you have ever laid upon in your life. Nothing could compare to them. Donald washed his hands and his face real quick as well as dried his face off before entering back into the bedroom. 

“Were you watching me the whole time?” Donald asked you. 

“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.” You smirk. 

Donald smiled back, so content and happy with you. 

“I will be right back.” Donald said as he exited the room. 

“Hurry back!” You jokingly yell out and you could hear him laugh in response. 

When you first got with Donald, you would be lucky to get a laugh out of him. But once he opened up, he was almost an entirely different man in a good way. He was very outgoing, kind and loving. All he wanted to do was be with you and he made sure to show you everyday that he loves you. Donald never would’ve expected in a million years to be with someone like you. He thought he would work, work, work till the day he died but that wasn’t until he came across you at his favorite coffee shop. You were new to the job that day and your manager was being more hard on you than any normal manager would. Donald came in and could already tell you were having it rough and yet you still took your time to be nice and kind to him. Donald directly gave you a fifty dollar tip. And since then, he came in everyday, claiming you made him the best damn coffee he has ever tasted, and always tipped you good. You had mentioned one day about possibly picking up on crocheting which peaked Donald’s interest. You both exchanged numbers. It all started out with just casual conversation but then it quickly developed into nonstop talking. You are the one who asked him out on the date. A nice local restaurant was his pick and he ushered you to get whatever you wanted because he was paying. Not only did he pay for your dinner but he also took you out for ice cream. You were smitten with him. He was so kind, respectful and loving. It didn’t take long for you to get together and it has been history since then. Donald came back into the bedroom with some clothes and a water bottle. 

“I know you said you were good but I figured I’d come back with something.” Donald said to you, putting the clothes on the bed. 

You recognized they were a pair of your pajama pants, some matching fuzzy socks, and a sleep t-shirt. While you appreciated the offer, you just wanted skin to skin cuddling. You took the water from Donald, chugged it a bit and put it on your nightstand. 

“Donnie.” 

“Yes, honey?” 

“Get undressed again. I wanna cuddle with you.” 

Donald threw his eyebrows up for a second in question. 

“A-Are you sure?” 

Despite being together for a bit, Donald was still getting used to physical intimacy, but you had no problem going at his pace. 

“Yes, Donald I am. Now come here, hon.” You beckoned him. 

Donald slowly got fully undressed as he got under the covers with you and you both laid side by side, facing each other. Donald didn’t have much to say during these times. All he wanted to do was stare at you. Stare at you and hold you. He was still figuring out the ropes with physical intimacy only because he has never been in an actual loving relationship before but he was slowly getting the hang of it. 

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, noticing his staring. 

“You.” 

“How so?” You say, taking off his sunglasses. “Can you still see me?” 

Donald laughed as you put them on your nightstand. You loved looking deep into his eyes, it was a very intimate thing for you. You leaned in closing to the point y’alls noses were touching. Donald’s body was relaxed, a rare moment for him because he is usually tensed up. You rolled over, your back now facing him which prompted Donald to scoot towards you and wrap his arms around you into a warm hug, with his legs tangled with yours. You giggled at the contact and felt his lips on your temple. 

“This is nice.” 

“Very.” He agreed. 

Donald sighed deep, a sign of deep relaxation and sleep would come for him soon. You felt Donald rub your arm and held you tight. It sent chills down your spine but in a good way. You didn’t mind it being this way for the next few years. Not at all. 

“I love you Donald.” 

“I love you too, honey.” 

Donald leaned over and placed a passionate kiss on your lips. Just months ago you would have to lean around and do it, but Donald was becoming a natural. Once he pulled away, his blue pearls stared at you for a few seconds before he laid back down, but kept hold of you. You held his hand that rested on your stomach as you both remained in silence, eventually going into a deep slumber. You were looking forward to doing this for fifty more years. 

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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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Thank you sm! 😭💕

Donald Ferguson Headcanons Pt.||

Made another one because why not. Enjoyy

CW: Some slight NSFW themes and self harm but nothing graphic.

If wish to skip to any of those, NSFW will be marked with 🔥 and self harm will be marked with ❌️.

When he finds out he isn’t exactly human in the flesh, he would keep it from his significant other until he finds the right time to tell them. 

Coming from the first one, he always calculates the exact right things to say in any given situation which is why he always pauses for a few moments before responding. This mostly is with serious situations and events. 

Definitely prefers a clean house 24/7 if possible, but will not make a fuss about it if it's not. 

Date nights can range from going out to eat to staying home and slow dance to a record playing with the lights on dim. 

Secret talent? Excellent at piano. 

Wants to put up the Christmas tree the second when thanksgiving dinner is over. 

Would take things slow in a relationship only because he doesn’t want to rush anything for the other person or himself but mostly for the other person. 

When things start getting serious, he fully comes out of his shell. 

Gets flustered by intense affection/compliments in the beginning. You are the most handsome man on the planet; Are these hands as gentle as you say they are? Etc. 

🔥Takes physical affection and intimacy to heart and considers it a big part of the relationship. Cuddles, sex, showering together, little couple activities like baking or doing a puzzle together, little pecks of kisses on the cheek at random times, hand holding in private. 

🔥Would be shy during the first time, but afterwards would be natural at it. 

Doesn’t like PDA, prefers for it to stay private. Will accept hand holding in public.

Is secretly a dork despite his profession but it only comes out when he is with the love of his life. If ticklish, will take any opportunity to tickle significant other just to make them giggle and smile, cringey dad jokes, funny voice impressions. 

A cat person but is open to all animals. 

Would be open to kids when he is able to settle down from his job. Would consider adoption upon finding out he isn't fully human. 

Once he retires, would settle out into the country in a cabin house away from civilization. Likes the peace and quiet. 

Would go out of his comfort zone for his significant other. Doesn’t like heavy metal, but if they did he would listen to it without complaints. Same with horror movies or roller coasters and so on. 

Has his favorite glass to drink his wine and whiskey in. 

❌Would have a hard time coping with the fact that he isn’t fully human and gets paranoid about it. Even after the initial stab in the arm in the bathroom, would have to resist doing more harm to himself because of him not being able to accept who he is. Eventually does accept who he is, which would be when he talks Rick down from jumping, but it is a rough road until then. 

Considers baking and cooking to be very relaxing and easy to dissociate into, in a good way. Same with puzzles and even crocheting. ((Thank you @tatiejosie for this one))

Would be quick to sacrifice himself for his significant other, even if it meant he wouldn't be able to be built back together. 

Would be the one to propose but would be so nervous he wouldn’t be able to get the words out. 

Considers fruit to be his candy. 

Splits the chores with his significant other but always ends up doing more out of habit due to his work. 

Always wins at the rigged carnival games even if he wasn’t trying to win. 

Doesn’t have a hobby, due to his work, but finds one once his significant other comes around. 

6’4 height. 

Would hold the door for the elderly, will grab something from the top of the shelf for someone, etc.

To add onto the baking one, he would take comfort in having to be precise with measurements and likes to bake more than eat it but would be happy to bake for others.

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AMERICAN ICECREAM

( Donald Ferguson x coworker!reader || MAJOR spoilers for Invincible s2, mentions of character death, HUGE angst but w/ a happy ending )

"I feel like we've done this before." Donald comments, adjusting his glasses as he looks down at his ice cream cone. He got vanilla, not because he liked vanilla, but because they ran out of the flavor he usually got. How could they run out of rocky road?

"You mean going on a date?" you ask with a laugh, licking the melted ice cream dripping down the back of your hand. "No, I mean..." Donald goes quiet. What was he even talking about? It all happened so fast, meeting you at the GDA, finally talking to you, all of it.

Like it's happened before.

He pauses, his lips form a faint line as he adjusts his glasses again. "Forget what I said." Donald shakes his head, his free hand going towards the collar of his shirt out of habit, adjusting a tie that wasn't even there. For a moment, the man could swear he could see the smile on your face falter.

He clears his throat, fixing his posture against the park bench. "I hope I'm not ruining the date." he says, looking away from you. "Don't worry, Donnie," you hug his shoulder, trying to make him feel better. "You're probably just stressed from all that nagging from the big man." you say, referring to Cecil, which makes him feel slightly better. He smiles slightly, leaning his head against yours.

You knew things Donald didn't. You've done this before.

Donald was your boyfriend, your soon-to-be fiance, that was until he died. Over and over again. It was hard trying to make him remember you as his fiance. Wiping his memories of the things he's seen while protecting the people also erased his memories of you. Every single time.

It was hard for you to swallow the fact that the man beside you didn't recognize you, at least in the romantic sense. You grew tired of trying to teach him about how you first met at the GDA, how he proposed to you at your favorite bakery, all of it. Donald knew who you were- he knew your name, the division you worked in, but still. Looking at him made you feel like you were looking at a ghost. You were there when he first died, and the image of him from that day was burnt into your brain. In your head, like a burning memory.

Donald feels the side of your head against him, he stiffens slightly, not used to the feeling of someone being this close beside him.

"Hey..." he looks down at you through the lenses of his glasses, peeking through the gaps as he looks at the crown of your head. "Are you okay?" He asks, nudging your shoulder. "You seem more out of it than me." He chuckles to himself nervously, smiling down at you.

"Oh I'm fine." you smile at him in reassurance, hoping your smile didn't look too forced. As of now, and ever since he 'died' you've been anything but.

Donald senses that something's off.

He's felt that way for a while. There was just...something in the way you smiled. His lips purse together as he come up with something to say, but he refrains from it. He didn't want to sour the date any further.

Quickly, he begins to eat his ice cream, almost shoving the cone into his mouth. The sudden change in pace catches you off guard, making you laugh again. "Calm down, Donnie! Jesus!" hearing you laugh did something to him.

It was only the first date of many for him, and yet he was already falling in love with you.