#donald ferguson x cecil stedman

[asprinkleoftism]

Sweet & Savory

Cecil Stedman x Donald Ferguson Short

About: Needing to wind down after a rough week, Cecil and Donald take a trip to the local state fair.

Notes: Idea, headcanons and picture credit goes to @hermitduck. Thank you for giving me the idea to write it as well as the picture for the cover here. No warnings apply here. Just cutesy stuff. Hope you enjoy :3

The sun was nearly resting for the night and the event was just getting started. All of the lights were flashy, the rides were going, and people laughing as well as screaming from having fun and being on the rides.

"Is this going to be too much for you?" Cecil broke the silence.

"N-No. No, sir." Donald reassured him.

"Donald, we aren't at work. You don't need to call me, sir." Cecil reminded Donald with a small smile.

Donald softly smiled back.

The two of them had just arrived and there was a lot of people here. Granted it was a Friday night but it was the only time they would be able to go together. Both Cecil and Donald worked hand and hand at the GDA and it was a bucket of stress 24/7. It wasn't until they started going on lunch together and even hanging out after hours that there was a spark between them. A very powerful spark. They confirmed their feelings for each other not too long ago but wanted to take it slow, feel it out for a while and go out and do stuff, like they were right now. Cecil only asked Donald that because, despite in the field of work he is, crowds tend to overwhelm him and Cecil just wanted to make sure Donald was okay. They weren't really officially together but Cecil was already taking on that role of being Donald's significant other. Little did Cecil know, Donald was doing the same for him.

"Was there anything specific you wanted to do, si-I mean-Cecil?" Donald asked, breaking work mode out of him.

Cecil took notice of that, softly chuckling to himself.

"Yes, actually." Cecil answered.

Donald followed Cecil as they went to do whatever Cecil wanted. The fair was Donald's idea but he wanted to make sure Cecil did what he wanted to do. In fact, Donald didn't care what they did as long as they were together. They both arrived at one of the food tents, which piqued Donald's interest as to what Cecil was going to get.

"Welcome, what can I get you two?" The worker asked.

"Do y'all sell whole pickles here?" Cecil asked.

"We do."

"Okay, I will take a whole jar of pickles."

"You got it!" The worker said.

'A whole jar of ..pickles?' Donald thought.

Never in a million years did Donald think Cecil would order something like that.

"Anything else for y'all?" The worker asked.

Cecil turned with a light and soft expression on his face, his blue-grey eyes staring right through Donald's lenses. Donald felt put on the spot a little bit but he knew Cecil was just making sure Donald did or didn't want something.

"Just a hotdog is fine with me." Donald answered.

"Throw in some deep fried Oreos and a funnel cake for me please." Cecil added as he took out his wallet.

'Funnel cake? Cecil doesn't like funnel cake.' Donald thought to himself.

Cecil paid for the food and after just a few moments the food was ready. The hotdog and pickles came first.

"Here you go. Do you want any ketchup or anything like that?" Cecil offered.

"Oh uh no, just the way it is is good, Cecil."

Cecil then handed the hotdog to Donald. His fingers gently grazed Donald's for a second, causing Donald's heart to leap for a millisecond. The feeling was foreign to him and it nearly made him shake.

"Th-Thank you."

Cecil noticed Donald's stuttering. For the years they have worked together, Cecil knew Donald only did that under intense or emotional situations. So the fact he was stuttering now concerned him slightly.

"Are you-Oh thank you." Cecil was cut off by being handed the Oreos and funnel cake.

Cecil then handed Donald the funnel cake, which furthered Donald's rapid heartrate.

"I didn't think this was for me."

"Well, it is. Deal with it." Cecil said with a smirk as they both walked off with their food.

Despite Cecil's restlessness, they both found a table to sit at and eat. Cecil has never gone out and do something for himself let alone with a..date. I guess this would be considered a date. Cecil was always so busy dealing with stuff he never had the time to go out and do anything, let alone catch feelings for his coworker. He never would've imagined it, not in a million years.

"Cecil?"

How did he manage to catch feelings for his right hand man? Was it the way he was loyal to him? Or the way his eyes sparkled upon making eye contact with him? Or the way Donald never once underestimated Cecil and for what he does?

"Cecil."

Cecil was immediately knocked out his deep thoughts. He made eye contact with Donald who had a concerned, but soft expression on his face.

"Are you okay?" Donald asked.

"Yeah, Donald. I'm alright." Cecil answered as he started to chow down on the pickles.

Donald was morbidly surprised seeing his boss, and possible new partner, go to town on some pickles. He couldn't recall if Cecil ever mentioned liking pickles or maybe he did this because he has never had a chance to order junk food at a food tent at a fair. Cecil didn't open up much. Hell, him confirming similar feelings and agreeing to this was the most he has ever opened up to Donald. Donald started eating on his food as Cecil was nearly done with his pickle jar.

Slrrrpp

Donald nearly choked on his funnel cake seeing Cecil start to drink the pickle juice like it was water. Cecil took notice of Donald staring.

"Want some?" Cecil let out a soft chuckle seeing that.

"U-uh, I'm good, sir." Donald silently cursed at himself for calling him sir again.

It was a habit that would be hard to break if this goes anywhere.

Cecil chuckled to himself as he finished gulping down the pickle juice.

"Refreshing." Cecil said as he threw the jar away.

"Can I ask you something, Cecil?"

"Shoot."

"Have you ever been to a fair? At least, as an adult." Donald asked.

"Well, to tell you the truth, Donald. No, no I haven't. Not since I was a little kid. I will be honest, I don't even know what to do with myself here, but it's..it's a nice change of pace." Cecil gave Donald a warm smile in response, remembering that this was indeed Donald's idea.

Donald smiled back.

"O-Of course, Cecil. I'm happy to be able to give you that change of pace." Donald said.

Cecil's eyes wandered over the entire setting of the fair. There was some fair games as well as some rides. He didn't know what to do next, the possibilities were endless. Cecil began working on the fried oreo and thought of Donald.

"Fried Oreo?" Cecil offered.

"Oh, uh, no thanks. I am not super big on sweets."

"Really? These shits are basically my kryptonite."

Donald let out a soft chuckle, liking the tension between them. The two of them finally finished the rest of their food and tossed it into the trash.

"So what did you want to do next?" Donald asked.

Cecil sighed deeply.

"Lead the way."

"Are you sure?" Donald asked.

"Yep, but it's quite crowded here so I'm doing this so we don't get separated." Cecil said.

Before Donald could even respond, he felt Cecil snake his hand onto his, interlocking his fingers onto Donald's. Donald felt like his chest was going to explode and all of the words in his mouth ceased to exist. He couldn't do anything but look straight.

"Okay, Cecil." Donald held back, feeling as though this felt right.

It felt right. Cecil smiled upon Donald's reaction. He mostly did it to see Donald's reaction to it, but because he wanted to, though he probably wouldn't admit it. Donald led Cecil to a fair game which was a dart throwing balloon game. Cecil kept missing while Donald managed to hit a balloon every single time even without trying.

"Your aim is great, Donald." Cecil commented.

"I guess so."

They then went to a ring tossing game which Cecil was slightly better at but Donald still excelled at without trying.

"Is this some secret talent of yours you haven't told me about, Donald?" Cecil slightly teased.

"I uh guess so, sir." Donald said.

Cecil chuckled, keeping a grip hold on his hand. Cecil's eyes went to a food tent and Donald gently pulled him back towards him, making their shoulders touch.

"Oh come on, I can't have anything else?" Cecil joked.

"Well, you've had a lot this past hour that we have been here. I don't want you to get sick or anything." Donald said.

"Aw you taking a caring to me, Donald?"

Donald didn't respond, in fact he didn't know how to respond.

'You have no idea, sir.' is what Donald wanted to say but he didn't know if the timing was right or not. Cecil just chuckled upon Donald's silence. He knew he was giving Donald a hard time and he was slightly enjoying it. Donald stopped and in close view was the Ferris wheel.

"What are you thinking?" Cecil asked.

"Oh, only if you want to."

"That would be nice." Cecil agreed.

Donald and Cecil stood in line for the Ferris wheel. There was a lot of commotion going on around them and despite only being here for an hour, both of them were tired. They both decided that after the Ferris wheel they would both head home. Cecil eventually realized that they weren't holding hands anymore for whatever reason. He would've done it if it weren't for him feeling Donald's pinky curl around his. Cecil smiled to himself upon feeling that and took his hand into his. Eventually it was time for the two of them to get into a cart. Miraculously, the ride attendant let them sit side by side to each other and they had the whole cart to themselves. They slipped the protective belt onto themselves as the cart started taking them up and up with continuous stops. Cecil felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and was about to look until the ride came to a sudden stop.

"Damn, guess we are stuck up here." Cecil commented.

"Y-Yeah." Donald stuttered.

Cecil looked and found Donald sinking into the seat a little, looking completely straight ahead as if he was focused on something. It could only be one thing.

"Are you afraid of heights, Donald?" Cecil asked.

"A little." Donald mumbled, hoping Cecil wouldn't hear him.

"Really? I never would've expected that out of you."

"Well to be frank, sir, I didn't expect you to be a big sweets person." Donald fired back with, making Cecil chuckle.

"You're funny."

Donald smiled in response. There was an aching question in the back of Donald's mind that he was aching to ask. But Cecil took notice of Donald's slight shakiness.

"We will be down in a second, Donald. We aren't going anywhere." Cecil reassured Donald.

"Kind of funny. We stare at death all the time with our work and yet here I am trying not to have a panic attack over being stuck up high." Donald said.

"I know. You make those things easier though." Cecil admitted.

Donald turned and looked at Cecil. He wasn't sure what Cecil meant by that. If there was hidden meaning behind it or not.

"Sir?"

"Donald.."

Donald felt as though he said something wrong. He turned more to face Cecil. But then he remembered that he called him sir when Cecil has already told him multiple times to just call him Cecil. He has called him sir for many, many years now so it was hard not not to call him sir.

"S-Sorry-"

Donald was cut off in a second by Cecil. Cecil leaned in, holding Donald's cheek with one of his hands, and placed his lips onto his. Donald felt as though he was going to explode, he could hardly contain himself. His boss, his crush, his possible partner was kissing him. Cecil's lips were very rough and chapped against Donald's soft, smooth ones but he recuperated back. He kissed back, holding his hand tightly as if though if he didn't, Cecil would disappear. Donald didn't want Cecil to disappear. He couldn't bear it. The gap broke apart as Cecil pulled his lips away, slightly moving away from Donald, but keeping close.

"I don't think I have ever seen your face that red before, Donald." Cecil teased.

"I-It is?"

Cecil chuckled.

"I'm only playing."

Cecil couldn't believe it himself that he kissed Donald but he was even more happy that Donald kissed back. In that moment, there was temporary peace and quiet. It was just him and Donald in that minute and nobody else and it felt..great. Cecil has never had a moment of peace to himself before and he just got it, with his right hand man. Cecil couldn't really see it but he knew that even with those sunglasses on, Donald was staring right at him. His deep brown eyes staring into his blue grey ones. It all felt right. Donald squeezed Cecil's hand with some shakiness.

"What's on your mind, Donald?"

"Sir, Cecil.." Donald paused as he corrected himself. "Will you..will you give me a chance? I feel like we could work together. I won't let it get in the way at work. I promise you that. I just feel like we belong."

Cecil was surprised upon hearing Donald's confession but he took it in full swing. Donald leaned in and placed a delicate but soft kiss onto Cecil's hand. Feeling Donald's soft lips on Cecil's calloused but rough hand nearly made him cry. When was the last time he had this kind of moment with someone? It feels like forever. Donald looked back up and made eye contact back with Cecil, awaiting his answer.

"Yes." Cecil answered and kissed Donald again.

This time the kiss was longer and more passionate. It felt right, that's all they both could think. They only pulled away when the ferris wheel started back up and they started the decent down. As they both left the fair, their hands were interlocked together and they remained close. They were smiling at each other and even telling jokes to each other. Both of them were coming out of their shells and they both knew there was more to come for the two of them in the near future.

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[theduckeminence]

Thinking about how despite being a robot, Donald has shown to appeal more to his humanity and compassion. Becoming empathetic at a time when someone like Rick needed someone to understand what he was going through — that he wasn’t alone. Attempting to bring ease and comfort to others like Mark and Debbie when Nolan was bedridden. Aware of his own emotions and loyal to a fault. That despite how hard the job is and realizing the truth about himself, he remains strong and connected to others (hell I headcanon that he keeps contact with Rick and William after what happened).

Thinking how in contrast, despite being human, Cecil tries to make himself the robot. With the job he has, saving the world, he had long since let go of the concept of a moral compass and being “the good guy” in order to ensure the job gets done. He commits to actions that are both morally dubious and unethical — manipulating and controlling others and cutting himself off from personal connections just so it wouldn’t weigh him down. It’s as if he tries to metaphorically program himself to having the mindset of a machine — just so the guilt of all his actions wouldn’t crush him down.

A lot of about these two, both together as a dynamic and individually, makes me wonder about how they have an impact on each other, and the way they mirror such different ways of showing humanity. To express it versus suppress/repress in a sense.

Whenever I hear this quote from the I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream game with AM’s hate monologue:

“Because of all this wonderful, beautiful miraculous world, I alone have no body, no senses, no feelings...I was machine. And you…were flesh.”

I think about Cecil and Donald.

And yet ironically enough, Cecil is the machine. Donald is the flesh.

[lynnbutlertron]

i’ve literally seen one(1) person on this app post about these two before so. someone’s gotta draw these old men getting gay…

[audrac-blue]

I love these two bad bitchies so much

[greenmild-avocadoguacamole]

Wake up girlllll DonaldXCecil just dropped!

[bearsbeetstextposts]

robot men and their boyfriends at pride 🏳️‍🌈

this idea has been in my head for a while, the juxtaposition of, like, “old gays and young gays at pride” and the way that Donald talked Rick down from the ledge when they were both in anguish over their identities and being surgically-reconstructed cyborgs…like. “It gets better”, etc etc.

[audrac-blue]

Love these two so much, the old grumpy dangerous man and his emotionnaly damaged robot boyfriend

It's not workplace misconduct if the director does it

[bratdotcom]

HI POOKIES!! Here's what I'm working on!!

Rex Sloan x reader

William Clockwell x ftm!reader

Donald Ferguson x coworker!reader (part 2)

Cecil Stedman x superhero!reader (anon request)

[theduckeminence]

I wish to see more of Donald’s resentment and sense of hate after finding about the truth of his cybernetic body.

The idea of having lost his sense of self, the existential dread, the loss of autonomy and the right to die being nulled. I can imagine that when given the time, he contemplates on it and that horror, that resentment, that dread— all of it can concoct into an unspeakable anger. Rage maybe.

Anger for the fact that they did this to him. Anger for the fact that he can’t simply just die until they find no use for him anymore, and god knows whenever that’s gonna happen. Anger that he doesn’t even have the right to die, to rest in peace. That he will only live to be a tool and weapon for a nameless amount of time, to serve the government. To serve Cecil.

And I can imagine that though it’s not addressed between the two of them, Donald holds that against Cecil. Sure, the director of the GDA isn’t the only one to blame for what’s been done to Donald. And Donald knows he can’t do so much as resign or turn back or leave — even if he tried so hard to do so. It’s not like he can go against the gov’t as a whole, that’s just a fruitless fool’s play anyway. But that doesn’t erase the fact that he will continue to feel that resentment stir inside his sturdy, clanking chest. Nor does it evade the feeling of something worse cradled in his guts.

So, who else can he hold that feeling towards other than Cecil himself? The blame has to go to someone anyways. Even though it shouldn’t, and even though it’s childish at best.

And while it’s intrusive and unspeakable to think about, sometimes Donald wonders what it would be like to cave his metal fish into Cecil’s skull.

[theduckeminence]

Part 1 -> https://www.tumblr.com/theduckeminence/774335579132444672/i-wish-to-see-more-of-donalds-resentment-and?source=share

Going off by my previous post, the relationship dynamic, at least in my concept, between Donald and Cecil has me thinking of how in many ways their relationship can be so screwed up.

I talked about before how Donald may hold a grudge against the GDA/gov’t for having taken away his autonomy to be human, that turning him into a cyborg has ruined his sense of humanity. And I’ve also talked about how Donald would, rather subconsciously, pin that grudge onto Cecil as the source of his grief and emotional distress.

Well, let’s take their relationship a step further on Cecil’s side.

Knowing the kind of job Cecil has to work with, it’s easy to admit the burden he carries as the director of the GDA — the big guy who makes the final calls in world-threatening scenarios. That sort of position and job role can really do a whole lot of mental and emotional strain on an individual, and it doesn’t help Cecil very much in terms of his own well being.

I mean seriously, this is the same guy who takes a goo bath instead of going to bed regularly and is on alert 24 fucking 7. He’s the one who makes decisions that are not just morally questionable, but also detrimental to others around him. He knows the kind of major sacrifices and horrid shit he has to pull in order to maintain Earth’s protection. He’s a cold and controlling person who berates his heroes and is not the best when it comes to showing sympathy to most people (though ofc he does try).

Though for a guy who seems to have dropped the idea of morality and being a “good guy,” Cecil is unfortunately not immune to the intensive guilt he holds.

He already bears an intensive guilt for the lives lost during the Chemical X incident that gave that scar on his face. He most likely bears a whole lot of guilt for the collateral damage and lives lost when Omni-man/Nolan had gone rogue. How much more guilt does Cecil carry exactly? Is it just for the lives that he wasn’t able to save, or does/can this also apply to the weight of his actions? Does he feel guilty for his actions?

He remarked once during s1 that he hates himself too sometimes. And while it can just be a simple passing line, what if it says alot more about Cecil than he allows it to be? Do you think Cecil carries so much guilt and weight of responsibility on and in himself, to the point that he (in some way) does hate himself? Do you think he greatly blames himself for the losses of innocent lives — even if it was out of his control?

I wonder if he, even in the smallest of moments, does whatever he can to remind himself about those faults and burdens that he has to make up for. Maybe even hurt himself in ways more than he wishes to admit.

Perhaps someone can give him that kind of relief— that punishment he has always been yearning for even if he is revolted by himself for wanting it in the first place.

Maybe he can help both Donald and himself out with that problem.

A catharsis for them both. A release of turmoil that’s long been overdue for the two of them.

[audrac-blue]

I love him

im actually lowkey terrified but excited for season 3 of Invincible. they better do more with Donald or else im gonna riot. mans deserves to live up to his full potential and be happy.

[asprinkleoftism]

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

~

"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.

~

[bratdotcom]

Stuff I'm working on :3

- Mark Grayson x reader

- Eve Wilkins x fem!reader (one of my first ever fem!reader fics)

- Cecil Stedman x fem!reader (requested by anon)

- Donald Ferguson x reader (angst)

- Nolan Grayson x reader (headcanons)

[audrac-blue]

I JUST HEARD THAT SEASON 3 IS ANNOUNCED FOR FEBRUARY !!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ8VNF299IU&pp=ygUTaW52aW5jaWJsZSBzYWlzb24gMw%3D%3D

I love these two bad bitchies so much