spencer 𝜗𝜚 ────── your least fav disaster. written by hozier && rory webley. he / they. 20. full-time college student. diluc ragnvindr, leon kennedy, && vander’s communal boytoy. random bouts of inactivity. shitposting + writing ❪ once in a blue moon ❫. i like em dark and broody. and occasionally bright and silly. chronic oversleeper. cowboy lover.
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✸ ───── currently playing.
𝜗𝜚 red dead redemption 2. resident evil 4 remake. stardew valley. minecraft. animal crossing new leaf / new horizons. genshin impact. honkai star rail. tomodachi life. the last of us. monster prom.
✸ ───── currently watching.
𝜗𝜚 invincible ❪ 2021 ❫. rewatching young justice ❪ 2010 ❫. rewatching the boys ❪ 2019 ❫.
✸ ───── currently reading.
𝜗𝜚 tomie ❪ junji ito ❫. the hunger games ❪ suzanne collins ❫. wicked ❪ gregory maguire ❫.
✸ ───── current fandoms.
𝜗𝜚 ace attorney. arcane. animal crossing. cod: modern warfare. dc. descendants. fire emblem: three houses. genshin impact. haikyuu. honkai star rail. jujutsu kaisen. one piece. pjo. amc preacher. resident evil. supernatural. stardew valley. stranger things. the arcana. the boys. the last of us. the legend of zelda. twin peaks. yellowjackets. monster prom.
✸ ───── current favs.
𝜗𝜚 diluc ragnvindr. leon s kennedy. carlos oliviera. karl heisenberg. jason todd. dick grayson. apollo justice. prince sidon. link. glenn rhee. maggie green / rhee. vander. viktor. william butcher. joel miller. bucky barnes. kotaro bokuto. tadashi yamaguchi. koshi sugawara. yu nishinoya. claude von riegan. dale cooper. jeff sadecki. obi-wan kenobi. dean winchester. jack kline. xiao. pronsias cassidy. damien lavey.
"this fic uses em dashes, so it must be ai-generated" real humans use em dashes.
"this fic has long paragraphs with overly described details and scenes, so it must be ai-generated" real humans can write like this.
"this fic has inconsistencies, so it must be ai-generated" real humans make errors and mistakes. that's why we have this thing called plot holes. sometimes writers are tired and they don't remember what they wrote in the last sentences or paragraphs, let alone chapters.
"this fic sounds robotic and unnatural, so it must be ai-generated" not every writer writes in their native language. sometimes they can sound 'robotic and unnatural' if they wrote in their second or third or fourth language (and kudos to them).
"this fic has a prompt left in it that the author forgot to delete, so it must be ai-generated" the 'prompt' the author accidentally left in their fic could actually be a part of an outline that was meant only for them, so they could keep track of what they would write.
"this author posts too often, no human writes this fast, so they must use ai" 1.) you don't know how fast someone can or can't write, how much time a person has in a day or how motivated/skilled they are. 2.) the frequent updates you see could be something that has already been finished and sitting in the author's drafts for god knows how long. just because it's recently posted doesn't always mean it's recently written.
my point? no, you can never know if a fanfic is 'ai-generated'. unless the author says they use ai, you're just assuming, suspecting and witch hunting. chances are that you're not going to 'stop ai fics from being created', you're just going to wrongly accuse genuine writers of using ai and ruin their day at best, make them want to quit writing or sharing their works at worst.
i've been so inactive and SHOULD be working on my drafts or maybe even the two essays due this weekend but what am i doing instead??? figuring out a last minute kinktober schedule and who i want to write for. i'll link the alt when it's actually presentable.
⠀⠀⠀❪ 여름을 사랑하는 ❫ dc men && summer flings !!
❛ summer lovin, had me a blast! ❜ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 batboys, wally, roy, && conner!
📬 addressed to ... @di-lucss. @yuderein. @suigenerisisadiva. @dhazefawn. @fromrory. @ephemerensis. @latteodyssey. @fromdove. send in an ask to be added to my taglist!
📨 postscript ... tooth-rotting fluff, suggestive in tim and roy's parts, light angst if you squint in roy's part. everyone is ooc but i don't care lol.
💌 carrie's corner ... i love summer so much i hope it never ends. i tried to write tim more accurately to his canon version in older comics because i like it more, so if it's shitty that's why 💔 i miss you whore!tim. ❪ also do we fw the layout... ❫
RICHARD ❛ DICK ❜ GRAYSON. 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿
♫ fun, fun, fun • the beach boys
"i'll have a number three with a coke and a number two with a..." dick looks over at you, his nose brushing the apple of your cheek as leans in to better hear your response. his arm is loose around your shoulders, his blue t-shirt straining against his biceps. mm biceps
"sprite," you say, but it gets drowned out over the noise of the beach; the yelling of the cooks at the tiki bar, the waves of the ocean, the hustle and bustle of people around you.
"what's that, pretty?"
"sprite," you say, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips to his ear and say the word a little louder.
"gotcha," dick says, turning back to the guy at the cash register, "sprite for the lady." he presses his card to the receiver before giving the guy a smile with a "thanks, pal" and leading you over to the pickup counter.
you've only known dick since june, when the two of you collided (literally) on your morning runs down the coast. he'd slipped and fallen into the ocean and the two of you had spent your days together. "how much was that?" you said, rummaging around in your purse to find your wallet. "i'll pay you back."
dick's arm around you nudges your back. "hey, none of that," he gives you that million dollar grin, the one that makes your heart skip a little.
"that was, like, a fourteen dollar meal though," you mumble, craning your neck to look back at the menu.
he chuckles, "my treat."
you gnaw the inside of your cheek as his arm slips from around your shoulders to cradling your waist. his fingers toy with the waistband of your swim bottoms, his playful nature displayed in his fidgeting fingers.
"how about this, babe," dick grins. he angles his face so you have a good view of his side profile; deep blue eyes akin to the sunlight bouncing on the waves framed by thick, dark lashes embedded in almond skin. dick taps the side of his cheek, to which you rise up on your tiptoes to press a light kiss.
"there!" he chirps, "debt repaid."
JASON TODD. 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿
♫ beyond the sea • bobby darin
you tilted your sunglasses down as the warmth on your stomach faded, the light dimming as a massive figure blocked the sun in front of you. "hello?" you raised an eyebrow at the looming figure standing in front of you, broad shoulders and the hint of a ripped figure pressed against a sopping wet white t-shirt.
"hey," the voice is tinny over the sound of the ocean but you're surprised at the softness of it. "i just wanted to let you know that your skin is looking a little red."
you blink and sit up, pressing your hands to your legs. sure enough, the skin is more tender than usual and you can see the white print of your palm slowly bleed back into the flush. "oh, god."
the man in front of you scratches the back of his neck, "sorry."
"no, no," you scramble to sit up, reaching out blindly for your tote, "thanks, um, for letting me know."
as you look around in your tote bag, the shadow of the man doesn't move. you crane your neck to look back at him; taking in his dark hair with the streak of white, low-cast blue eyes that don't seem to know where to look, and a figure that makes your breath hitch. there's a tote over his shoulder that looks tiny in comparison with his broad chest, and you can see the top of a penguin classic and a water bottle sticking out the top.
"nice tote," you tease. "lit major?"
"huh?" he looks up at you, then down at the sand, then his bag. "oh. yeah. that's... thanks. and yeah. lit major."
you smile to yourself, fishing out the bottle of suntan oil out of your own bag. "you got a name?"
a nervous expression caught between a smile and a grimace tugs at his lips, "it's, um, it's jason."
"well, jason," you say, holding the bottle out in his direction. "you wanna do my back? i have bad elbows."
when he settles behind you with one trip, three "sorry"s, and six coughs, you feel his big hands cup your waist and you giggle a bit to yourself at how large they are in comparison to your midriff.
"is that a snake tattoo?" he murmurs, rubbing sunscreen down by your hips. "that's so cool."
you chuckle, pulling the waistband of your bottoms down a little so he can see the full thing. "yeah. got it after i graduated high school." you peer back at him, your narrow, playful eyes meeting irises that are a quiet blue, softened with bashfulness. "i got more. you wanna see 'em sometime?" your hand moves under the strap of your top and rubs a little more sunscreen on your chest.
"oh, god, um," jason flushes, and you can see it even in the glare of the sun. "yeah? sure, um, yeah. that'd be cool."
TIMOTHY DRAKE. 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿
♫ august • taylor swift
the warm sand sticks to your damp back like a precious memory as tim kisses down your neck, a series of fluttering chuckles harmonizing with your squeals and giggles. your hands press against his firm shoulder blades and brush against the ends of his hair that tickle the nape of his neck.
tim holds your waist in his hands that are surprisingly cool, a contrast against your sun-drenched skin. he smiles against your jaw as you kiss his cheek, his lips spreading into a smile against your skin. "did you know that there are approximately seven-point-five quintillion grains of sand on the planet?" he murmurs.
"yeah, half of them are against my back," you say.
tim laughs, "you're cheesy." his chest presses against yours as his hands move from your belly to your hips, coaxing your mouth open as his lips meet yours again.
his kisses are like he's trying to study you, and he's a damn good student. his tongue presses against yours and you taste spearmint. even in the heat of summer, tim always tastes so chilly.
"you look nice in this," tim says softly, resting his palms on your swim bottoms. he kisses the corner of your mouth, "'s it new?"
"i thrifted it," you say. "it's pretty old, i think. one of my, like, three swimsuits."
he hums under his breath, kissing your lips softly again. "after this, i'll take you shopping. get you another."
"tim..."
"shhh." his hand cups the side of your face, your whole cheek fitting just in his palm. tim's thumb rubs along the apple of your cheek.
you sigh softly, your breath warm against his lips. everything is perfect, you think. the sun is out, the next chapter of your life is upon you. and like a reward for graduating, there's a pretty boy holding you close as he kisses you silly.
you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him against you, scratching the base of his scalp.
tim moans quietly into your mouth, "mm, keep doing that, please," he grins and chuckles breathlessly against your mouth, as if amused how you bring him to pieces.
"'mkay," you murmur as he kisses you again, closing your eyes as you let him set the pace. his kisses go from curt and playful to long, languid, and deep— almost loving, like he was kissing a partner of two years instead of someone he met at the beach just shy of two months ago.
you knew tim wouldn't stick around forever. but you let him kiss you like he would.
DAMIAN WAYNE. 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿
♫ real love baby • father john misty
you lean into damian's side, your laugh stolen by the wind as your feet bury in the wet, dark sand. the waves run back to your feet and douse them, but just falling short of the d.w. + [ your initials ] in their own safe little heart-shaped bubble carved in the sand with a stick a little further up the beach. the setting sun casts a buttery light over you and damian, like it bled over the water just for you.
"when do you leave?" you ask the tanned boy, your cheek pressed against his shoulder.
damian leans his weight back on his hands, stretching his legs out as the waves hit the two of you once more. "i did not know you were so eager to get rid of me," he says lowly, his voice as calming as the ocean but just as playful.
you giggle, "no, silly. i just have something for you."
"really?" he raises an eyebrow.
"one might call it a souvenir."
"a souvenir translates directly to memory," damian says, his voice deepening crisply to properly pronounce the french word. "i hope it is memorable."
you laugh again, the giggles coming easier as he raises an eyebrow. "i mean, you're the judge."
he flicks his damp hair out of his eyes and you practically swoon, sighing softly enough for the breeze to carry it away. "well, i leave next wednesday. you still have nine days with me."
you smile, the flush on your cheeks a mix of sun and blush. "okay."
"just okay?" he asks. "i'd like my gift."
"well, i was planning on giving it to you before you leave." you say, turning away from him to face the horizon.
you're looking away, but you can feel his eyes trained on you. "if you say you have a gift for me, i will obviously be intrigued. do not keep me waiting for nine days."
"well, it's better given before you leave."
"then how will i properly thank you?"
"you won't have to," your voice dims.
damian's eyes are like twin drills driving holes into your soul. "i may be generally unpleasant but i was taught manners. i find it patronizing that you think i am without."
you sigh, leaning back against his shoulder. he doesn't push you, his body tenses gently but seems to exhale as he softens. you peer up at him under your lashes to find him already looking down at you, his eyes tracing the shape of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the outline of your lips.
your eyebrows pinch together. "you're staring."
"i'd like my gift."
you look down and scoot a little closer to him, before you take your sandy palm and press it against his cheek, kissing him firmly on the lips. you can't feel any change in his body, other than his lips falling slightly open against yours. you pull back just as quick, letting your hands fall awkwardly to your lap and pursing your lips.
damian blinks, his tongue running over his lips. "oh."
"yeah." you mumble.
he doesn't say anything, but you feel his body heat closer to yours as he lets his arm linger behind your back, his fingers brushing the back of your wrist. he kisses your temple gently, with a breathy "thank you" that's just as soft.
WALLY WEST. 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿
♫ paradise • sade
"oh, that is not fair!" wally shrieks as he shakes out his dripping hair, the light ginger hair now darkened to amber after you dumped a bucket of water on his head. he watches you whip your head back to look at him as you sprint down the beach.
the two of you had been flirting since he arrived almost five hours ago; wally didn't even know your name but there was a spark between the two of you that couldn't be ignored. he'd lost track of dick and all of his friends, too occupied with matching your banter and enabling your teasing.
he chases you down quick, his ears picking up your laughter over the waves. "get back here, you!" wally yells, reaching out to grab your waist.
you shriek as wally wraps his arms around your waist from behind, picking you up and spinning you around. your legs kick wildly, you can hear him laughing in your ear.
"put me down, put me down!" you beg between laughter.
"you're lucky i'm not throwing you into the ocean, babe," wally says. he leans towards the water, swinging you in the same direction just to tease.
"stop, no!" you screech, bringing a chuckle out of him as he sets you down.
"okay, okay," he says, putting his hands up.
you smile brightly, before your eyes flick down to his chest; water is trickling down his toned abdomen, tracing paths between his muscles like they were carving trails. wally notices your eyes wandering, and he grins.
"checking out the gun show, huh?" he teases, before growling playfully and flexing.
you shove his chest, "ha, you wish."
"oh, boy, do i," wally says, the smile on his face not wavering. "what's a guy gotta do to learn your name, babe?"
you cross your arms over your chest, putting a finger on your chin pretending to ponder it. "hmm. i'd love a lemonade."
and that's how you end up sitting under an umbrella, a towel and wally's arm resting around your shoulders, sipping a seven dollar lemonade from a candy-striped straw. another straw lingers unclaimed in the drink, quickly covered by wally's mouth as he takes a sip.
"so..." he wipes his mouth, his fingers tapping against your shoulder.
"la, ti, do," you finish cheekily, and he chuckles under his breath, tipping his head down and shaking his head.
"come on, babe," he says, "give me something. a name, a number, tomorrow's whereabouts? let me take you out or something."
you grin, "i'll be back here tomorrow, i suppose."
wally brightens, a sparkle in his eyes that seems twice as radiant due to the sun. "really?"
"really."
"oh, man!" he's practically vibrating with excitement. "you want flowers? a new bag? a car? a ring? anything?"
"drink your lemonade, kid."
"yes, ma'am."
ROY HARPER. 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿
♫ undone (the sweater song) • weezer
the setting sun paints your face in a rosy hue, warming you cheeks as you tilt your head back over the back door of roy's red convertible, his ginger peach fuzz scraping against your jaw as he presses kisses all over his face. the night is red, red like your cheeks, and red like your heart.
"what color color is your car?" you hum, your feet kicking aimlessly as you stroke the back of roy's neck. your nails tickle his skin and he'll never admits that he likes it.
roy is used to your yapping by now; he'd learned you were a chatterbox and said whatever thought bubbled up in that pretty brain of yours. "um... just red?" he whispers.
"oh," you pout. "i like the color, i wanted to use it for my next nail design for you."
roy kisses the corner of your mouth. it's cute how unfocused you are on the fact that his hand is creeping beneath your top to rub your stomach. your skin is warm like you were cradled by the sun. "you're so cute," roy mumbles, a dumb grin on his face as he kisses the tip of your nose. "i'll ask my guy next time i take her into the shop."
your face scrunches up, "that's my nose."
"i know, baby," he says.
"do you like butterflies?" you ask suddenly, eyes wide.
"i've heard of them," roy replies.
"well, i saw one today, it was the same color as your hair," you smile. "it made me happy. things that remind me of you usually do."
"you're making me blush."
a lazy smirk crosses his face as he kisses the dip of your chubby cheek, your tip of your nose, along the line of your jaw. small hums left his lips to tell you to keep talking like you didn't just melt his heart into goo— "hm?" "oh, really," "fascinating, sweet girl". while your chatter is usually aimless, he likes your voice. it's high and sweet and soothing, one calming thing in his crazy life.
you weren't like a lot of the flings he had in the past, you weren't focused on hooking up or materialistic things. you just liked being around him, and he liked hearing you talk. roy felt comfortable just coexisting with you, his atoms seem to fizz just being close to yours.
roy knows you were just in town for the summer, visiting family. in a perfect world, he'd keep you.
"...and i told my nana that i met a really nice guy, and that i wanted to bring him flowers because he was so nice. she's old-fashioned and said that you should buy me flowers, but you make me think of sunflowers so—"
roy cups your face and kisses you, trying to drink the sweetness off your lips. he knows it's self-sabotage, not letting himself be loved by you. but you don't need to know how he's starting to seriously fall for you, and it'll kill him even more when you inevitably slip past him once the chilly breeze of september sweeps you away.
CONNER KENT. 我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿
♫ just what i needed • the cars
"aha! victory is mine!" conner whoops as he bends down to the box at the bottom of the claw machine where a plush chibi green arrow lays idly. "i claim the spoils of war."
"that was hardly war." you say, eyeing the four dents in the side of the claw machine that that appeared mysteriously after conner punched it.
"you're right, babe," the boy grins, light bouncing cheekily off of his black sunglasses and the silver spikes jutting off of his leather jacket that he insists on wearing even in the heat, "that was twenty dollars and my undying passion."
you laugh dryly. "i'm flattered."
"i sure hope so," conner flicks hair out of his eyes as he strides over to you. he holds out the green arrow plush with a bow like he's offering a treaty to a noble, "for you, my lady."
you sputter out a seemingly unimpressed breath, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your tummy. you've never had a boy do anything like this for you. even with your numerous attempt to get conner to leave you alone at the beginning of the summer, he'd seen right through you.
"buzz off," you mumble, but you take the plush anyway, cuddling it against your chest. you leave a kiss on its soft head, burying your nose in it despite it having sat in a claw machine for god knows how long.
conner's signature grin softens from cocky to something teetering on lovestruck at the sight of a rare smile coming over your face. he leans against the wooden rail of the boardwalk, a few inches away from where you stand. conner likes to think he's gotten you to open up a bit, but he knows you're not a big people person; not keen on physical closeness or touch. he respects that.
so he's surprised when you shuffle closer to him, pressing against his side. "thank you," you murmur.
he smiles so hard he feels like his skin might split. "it's no problem, babe," he replies.
you swallow, before speaking up. "no one's ever... done that for me before. i've known you for like, six weeks. and you're doing more than my exes have."
"well, that's 'cause i like you," conner says, scratching the back of his neck. "i want you to know that. you're the best thing that's happened to me in a while. wanna get it right, i guess."
"i called you a frontstreet boy the first time you talked to me," you mumble.
"that was before i knew you," he laughs. "but look where we are now, huh? we're... whatever this is. you're worth it. worth knowing." conner's smile is sweet before his expression changes to curiosity. he sniffs; once, twice, before turning back to you. "that smells amazing. wanna go find something to eat? i would kill for a taco."
you stare at him, dumbfounded, as he sniffs the air like a curious puppy like he hadn't just said the sweetest thing. you raise your hand and slap him; hard.
"ow!" he shrieks, holding his face. "what was that for?"
"you— you can't—" you stomp your foot against the boardwalk, "you can't just say that and start talking about tacos!"
"do you want me to talk about fajitas?" he asks, still holding his hand to his cheek.
♡⃕ — dick grayson, jason todd, wally west x reader
♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff & me not tryna go crazy with jason….
♡⃕ — a/n: the entire time I’ve wrote this, I’ve been thinking about cowboy wally with a sleeper build 😵💫. its 4 am and I wanna see wally in a fitted white shirt….
꒰ DICK GRAYSON ꒱
Ꮺ COWBOY DICK GRAYSON COWBOY DICK GRAYSON COWBOY DICK GRAYSON- my bad…imma calm down
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who has the girls swooning at his lil accent. his accent is the lightest out of all three boys, think of something mixed with texas with a very light midwest accent. however, it is heavier when he says certain words or when he becomes angry and raises his voice
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who has jet black strands blowing as he pushes them away from his face. his hair that glide against his shoulders as he takes off his cowboy hat. the slight curly strands blow into the wind, having him look like something out of a novella. it doesn’t help that he has it shaped somewhat in a mullet cause he thinks long hair and mullet catches women the most and he’s not wrong
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who is built so so beautifully, you would’ve thought he descended from heaven itself. he stands at 5’10, has broad shoulders with biceps that he flexes without even trying, dark-ish, but noticeable, blue eyes that also have the girls swooning his way. loves to get tattoos left and right, every other month he’s at the parlor getting another tattoo…fien
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who keeps his looks up mostly for the women. I’m not joking, he thrives on the attention of women, and he can never get enough of it. he never denies a photo opp, an autograph, anything his fan girls want, he’ll give them. soemtime’s he’ll give them a lil somethin extra ;)
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who, at competitions, sometimes goes shirtless at a competition. if it’s a competition where he gets down and dirty, or in his heart, it’s a serious one and requires more focus, he’ll take his shirt off. one, it signals his fans that this competition is not to be played with, and two, it feeds his ego when girls are going crazy. let’s not be shocked, it’s grayson
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who brings his voice to a deeper octave and laces his voice with a deeper tone to his voice when he says your name. he delights in the way your name rolls off his tongue, it’s something so alluring, something that he wanna says 24/7, and he has, he can’t help it
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who likes to add a lil bling to what he wears. he likes to rock a new necklace, some iced out chains, a nice watch from those luxury brands that are hard to pronounce, he likes flaunting his wealth soemtimes. he doesn’t do it often, but he does, he keeps it subtle
Ꮺ cowboy!dick grayson who, on his off days from competiton, he’s a model. his pretty boy face has landed him on the cover of many commercials, magazines, and numerous amounts of ads for men's cologne, his favortie thing to model for
꒰ JASON TODD ꒱
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who does not play anyyyy games when it comes to his competitions, he knows what he has to do and he is only determined to do just as he is needed. he’s not really into fanservice, however, he won’t turn a good time for a fangirl
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who has the thickest accent out of all three !!! I’ve said this multiple times but jason’s accent is sooooooo thick and you can tell he’s a native from his vocabulary. also, he differentiates how he talks to women and men; no matter who you are, he talks to women with more politeness and respect than he does around men. especially with older women, he’ll keep all his cursing to a minimum, out of respectability ofc
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who is the biggest and strongest out of the three. though, he and wally are the same height, he is much bulkier than wally. everything about him is enormous, and I mean enormous, starting from his biceps that flex when he’s working in his shop to his quads that sometimes poke in his jeans. his chest that has a lining whenever he wears casual clothing or pokes through when he leaves a few buttons unbottoned
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who has a bit of a mustache, a few tattoos, and a couple piercings. he once studied tattoos before getting his first and learned the best placements for each tattoo he owns. he has a lot of niche ones, a couple of typical cowboy ones, and one on his lower leg
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd, in his free time from competitions, he’s busy working on cars. he’s had a knack for fixing stuff, especially cars, since his teen years. the town usually comes to jason for any of their technical issues, it came to the point where he opened up his shop for it. though, please don’t expect to find him on competiton days cause he won’t be there
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who doesn’t flirt as often as wally and grayson, but when he does, it’ll make you melttt. he knows his way around having someone gushing over what he says, going back and forth with flirtatious comments that’ll have you on your toes, use his accent to his advantage, he knows how to play it well when it comes to flirting
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who is bilingual and can sometimes throw in a spanish accent when he flirts. not textbook spanish, but more so original spanish from places like argentina or puerto rico. though, I do like to think he has more puerto rican spanish instilled in him than other variations of the spanish language (shoutout to my twin kai)
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who would spend money on you more than often. but one of his favorite things that he gifted you was a beautiful jewelry set for you and your initials stitched onto his boots for himself
Ꮺ cowboy!jason todd who always saves his money for a new truck, one of his greatest prized possessions. every few years he would get his truck replaced or modify it to his liking, whether it be a new paint job or a new motor
꒰ WALLY WEST ꒱
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who is extremely sweet to any and everyone. while, his best friend’s brother, jason, can be a brute and grayson can be found flirting with the women surrounding him, wally helps around the town. he can be found helping with the local farmer’s market, holding tutoring sessions, participating at the senior living, you name it, wally has probably done it
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who’s usually deemed as being the smallest out of all three. though, that might be the case when he walks around town, he sports a white tank and baggy jeans, showing off his sleeper build. he’s known for having an extreme amount of endurance and he would like to keep it up, so he works out and it has given him greater results than he could think of
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who keeps his appearance more bare than the other two, but he does enjoy sporting some extremely fine jewlery like a nice snake chain or a ring band. his facial features stands out more than his physique, the green eyes that are soft when first meeting you, the freckles that spread around his face, his pearly white teeth that he uses to charm others ;p
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west whose accent is laced with such refinement, his vernacular isn’t as country as dick and jason. his vocabulary can be said to have elegance, poise, some might say higher class as well
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who tends to have a bit of cockiness when it comes to his competitons. his time with competiton may not have been as long as the other two, but it still isn’t stopping him from making the top five in the rankings
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who can usually be found kissing a girl in the back of his truck. though, he can talk with elegance, he can also speak with enough eloquence that’ll have almost everyone agree to a fun time
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who is keep’s your safety as his top priority !! especially, around the arenas when he knows you can get easily, he’ll hold your waist and walk with you
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who has a great amount of polaroid pictures of all his loved ones. some in his wallet, plenty placed around his room, and a picture of him and you hanging from his rearview mirror
Ꮺ cowboy!wally west who likes to have his passenger side decorated to your liking of course. though, it’s his truck, who is he not make space for his lover ? whether it’s getting a cute hello kitty bobblehead for your side, a small compartment for your bag, or seat covers that match his and your aesthetics. ask and he will go great lengths to accomodate to it
♡⃕ COWBOY DICK COWBOY JASON COWBOY WALLY. I NEEEEEEEEED, NOT A WANT A NEEEEED
♡⃕ if yall want a pt 2, lemme know. I’m stuck on this concept and im scared I might get fixated
♡⃕ if yall have hcs for them as well, pleaeeeee slide. I wanna hear them ALLLLLL 😩
ive realized that all a man has to do for me to wanna bag him is be pretty or be a dilf ( particularly a red-flag one ). is this the quote ‘issues’ ive been accused of having?
