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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ( i know all about said situationship haha )

💌 you've got the hots for your best friend in lulu! invincible. 2021. ────── bff!mark x reader. cw: just mark being cunty 💔💔💔 save us all

"do you feel bonita, mark?" you tease, leaning on the wall beside the wooden changeroom door. you look up, mark's name scrawled on the whiteboard hanging on the front of the door. his penmanship is barely legible, trailing off into a happy face at the end.

"i feel very bonita," he laughs, a breathy sound that sounds exasperated and humored at the same time. "if it weren't—" you hear the rustling of fabric and then a cough of surprise, "— ninety-eight dollars— jesus, how is your wardrobe stocked with this brand— i would buy it."

you raise your eyebrows, "high praise, coming from you."

"what's that supposed to mean?" mark squawks, exaggeratingly offended.

"i haven't seen you wear something decent since my princess birthday party days," you say.

"that was like when you were like, six," mark says.

"hence my point."

despite there being a door between the two of you, you can sense he rolls his eyes. "okay, first off," he starts. "my prince eric costume was amazing. second, i do own a suit."

"have you worn it?" you raise an eyebrow.

he stammers a bit, "well, no, not recently, but i do pla—"

you wave your hand dismissively, rolling your eyes. you tip your hand back and rap your knuckles against the door. "just admit i'm right. and hurry up, i'm hungry."

"yeah, yeah, i'm coming," mark mumbles. you step back from the wall as the doorknob twists.

mark tucks one of his hands in his khakis (which he pulls off annoyingly well), as the other scratches the back of his neck and trails down to the collar of the dress shirt he's wearing. he bounces on the balls of his feet; once, curt, anxious, and smiles sheepishly. "so? how do i look?"

you blink. the navy fabric hugs his skin, wrapped around his toned abdomen and bringing out the dark brown of his eyes. his peachy skin looked like seafoam against the deep blue, khaki pants balancing out the whole color scheme. mark was a perfect equilibrium, and you'd never seen anything more handsome.

"um, wow," you mutter, a smile peeling its way onto your lips as your eyes trail down to his chest. it's like the shirt was saying, you've done good, soldier. have some pectorals. you reach up, fiddling with his collar. it wasn't messed up, you just wanted an excuse to be close to him. your fingers brushed against his shoulder, rubbing off imaginary lint.

mark chuckled softly, "is that a good 'um, wow' or a bad one?"

"a good one," you laugh, finally lifting your fingers off his shoulder. "i like it. goes well with your undertones."

"i have no idea what that means, but thank you." he says sheepishly.

you smile. you'd always thought mark was cute, in a 'boy next door' or 'disney channel best friend' kind of way. but as the two of you got older and mark grew into his growth spurts, you'd certainly... noticed. it wasn't weird, or a thing that needed to be pointed out but it was definitely there.

your fingers reach out and tug on the end of the short sleeves that draped awkwardly over his arm. "these are a bit baggy, though," you murmur, more to yourself than anyone. "looks kinda awkward."

mark bites the inside of his cheek, "mm, this better?" he makes a fist and flexes his arm, and his biceps swell with a grace that makes your eyes widen. your cheeks flush as his bicep fills out the empty space left in the sleeve, staring for a good few seconds before coughing lightly.

"yeah—" you cough into your hand, "yeah. yeah, um. yeah, that works."

duclet-aurora © 2025. do not plagiarize my writing. ✶ kindly ignore that this is based off of a real event with my situationship 😊💗

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dad bod jason heheh

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has this been done

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*insert any suggestive phrase towards cowboys*

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happy pride to claude von riegan. nintendo can never erase your bisexuality king.

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who to write a mlm oneshot for for pride month hmmmmmm

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guys i miss my dc cowboy au…. save me gay asf cowboy jason todd save me

me irl:

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nothing has ever hit me in the chest like this i fear

thinking about damian wayne who unravels for you.

damian wayne who physically feels his body relax when you smile at him. air leaves his lips, a breath relieved to be let go that he didn't even know was being held captive in his lungs. your voice is a summer breeze in his hurricane. the sun in your hair make his muscles unclench like you emit warmth and light, seeping into his soul and thawing his heart of ice. your laugh isn't a pick chipping away but instead a candle slowly coaxing it to liquid.

damian wayne who loves you so much he thinks of you as apart of him. not a parasite, eating away at him with furious little teeth, or a mania that drives him into a straightjacket. you are the cells in his blood, the nerves in his fingertips, the breath in his abdomen, the acid in his stomach. without you he cannot function, cannot feel, cannot be.

damian wayne who has heard stories of men loving their darlings so much that it hurt but loving you is the one thing in his life that never inflicted pain. you are soft yarn that stiches together his meaning on this planet. who is he if he does not love you? if he does not love you so easily that he can never dream of stopping?

damian wayne who loves you with his bones. his heart is not reliable, his soul too rotten. he cannot love you with something polluted. you are pure. you deserve strength. an anchor. his knees may shake but will not shatter if it means keeping you.

damian wayne who has never known anything but being stone faced and completely rigid; in posture, teachings, feelings, spirit. but it is refreshing coming undone for someone he knows will cradle him in pieces and slowly put him back together. when he is put back together in the glass vase of a boy he is, he is sealed with scotch tape and glitter glue. because to you he is not expected to be perfect, but he is loved for trying.

in the end, damian wayne is someone who has split people into pieces and never expected someone to love his.

© dulcet-aurora 2025.

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"they're a stranger online!!" to you. to me they're my everything

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i get anxious when i feel like i haven’t talked enough abt a character enough on here to prove that i love them bc im talking about other characters more but first of all i shouldn’t feel bad for having so much love to give for so many characters and second of all why do i need to prove myself to literally anybody . much 2 think abt

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until the dentist asks me about the bruise in the back of my throat i mean WHAT

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shut up and drive by rihanna was for him idc

been rewatching the star wars movies w my mother and we’re on the sequel trilogy and good god every time poe dameron is on screen i become like a 16th century man getting a scandalous glimpse of of a woman’s ankle i wanna write the NASTIEST smut for that man

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been rewatching the star wars movies w my mother and we’re on the sequel trilogy and good god every time poe dameron is on screen i become like a 16th century man getting a scandalous glimpse of of a woman’s ankle i wanna write the NASTIEST smut for that man

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pulled ifa tonite and tell me why i want this man so bad

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playing the interlude chapter w/ the windblume festival has reawakened something in me. keep an eye out for an albedo fic that will be published on my watty chat i adore him sm

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❪ ✸ ───── a di-lucss work ❫

now playing:; . . trouble ❪ the good kind ❫., a jassidy fanfiction

pairing:; jason todd x cassidy whitlock ❪ oc ❫ in which:; fireside chats are a good time to kiss your friends. warnings:; homoerotic shenanigans, so. much. pining, historically inaccurate cowboys, boys kissing boys, like one mention of gun violence. word count:; 1.4k. tags:; @kvfkas @scrumptiouslylovingarcade spencer speaks:; jesus christ it took me way too long to finally write this. i blame being sick for the last two weeks  ❪ aka my whole break from college so far. ❫

The desert horizon was bathed in shades of red and orange as the sun hung low in the sky. The desert was brutal during the day yet the two men pushed on., day after day after day. Crickets had begun to chirp., the sound mixing with the scuff of hoofs on the hard packed dirt and sand beneath and braying of the horses to create an almost comforting atmosphere. Minds were free to wander–as were eyes.

Jason Todd pulled his bandana off his neck to wipe at his brow., the leather of his gloves caked in a layer of dust from the long day’s ride. Beside him., Cassidy Whitlock nudged his horse forward. The movement caught his eye., as did the way the setting sun caught his sandy blonde hair that made it look like spun gold. He moved his hand up., pretending to adjust his hat as he stole a glance:; innocent., nothing more than a quick look.

‘A quick look’ was what he told himself., even as his blue eyes lingered on the way Cassidy’s shirt clung to his sweat-dampened skin.

It had been weeks since they’d started riding together., running after a bounty that only seemed to get further and further away with every day that passed. There was nothing stopping Jason from cutting ties and just heading back east to Gotham., where all his troubles at least had familiar names–nothing physical at least. Yet there was still something that always made him disregard any thoughts of packing up and going his own way., no matter how many times the thought crossed his mind.

Maybe it was the way Cassidy smiled:: a slow., lazy type of grin that gave him a warm feeling even in the cold dead of the desert night. Or maybe it was the way he could feel the other’s eyes on him when he had to’ve thought Jason didn’t notice., like he wanted to say something but could figure out exactly how. Or maybe it was just the silent comfort of having someone there., someone who didn’t need to spend their time talking., content with taking in the silence and the way their environment filled it itself.

“You gonna keep gawkin’., or do y’plan on helpin’ me mind somewhere we can set up camp?” Cassidy’s drawl cut through the quiet like a knife., his heavy southern accent a mix of teasing and warmth.

Jason scowled., the red of his bandanna and the warm hue that the sunset painted around them obscuring the flush that began to creep up his neck. “Just making sure you don’t fall off your horse., you’ve been swaying like a drunk for the past mile., at least.,” he scoffed., holding his usual gruffness.

Cassidy simply chuckled., the sound low and rich. “Guess you’re my safety net., huh?”

He grunted., lightly driving in heel into his horse’s flank to take the lead. He knew better than anyone that Cassidy’s nonchalant nature belied his solidity. He was more than capable., carrying his own weight and then some. It wasn’t subtle the way he looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders at times. Jason had seen it in the way he’d handled himself during a shootout:; steady., unflinching. Seen it in the way he’d patched him up., calloused hands gentle yet sure in his actions.

When they finally set up camp near a cluster of tall cacti., the sun had dipped below the horizon line., leaving only a few more fleeting sun rays behind. Their bedrolls were rolled out., the ground firm beneath them. It wasn’t so uncomfortable anymore–especially after a few weeks without a town in sight. Their bodies had adjusted by now., even if they did still crave the worn mattresses of a cheap inn.

Jason set to lighting a fire to fight off the frigid chill of the encroaching night., Cassidy fishing through his saddlebags for a tin of meat and a bottle of whiskey. He walked back over just as the fire stabilized., plopping down right beside Jason., offering the bottle to him.

“Dinner of champions,” he muttered., accepting the whiskey and immediately bringing it to his lips.

“Better than nothin’,” Cassidy replied., leaning back against a nearby rock. The firelight painted his features in warm tones., just as the sunset had minutes ago. Highlighting the faint lines at the corners of his eyes and the scruff along his jaw.

Jason tipped the bottle back., letting the burn of the alcohol settle in his chest. “You alway live like this? Sleeping under the stars., chasing bounties., eating half-heated canned food?”

Cassidy shrugged. “I’ve done it a long while. It’s a simple enough life.”

“Sounds lonely.” Jason propped his elbows up on his knees., his gaze focused on the flames dancing in front of them. He handed back the bottle without averting his eyes. Cassidy took it., turning the amber bottle in his hands before taking a swig of his own.

“Sometimes,” he cocked his head to the side., turning it to look at Jason with those hazel eyes that always seemed to hide so much beneath their surface., “but you know all about that., don’tcha?”

Jason tensed., his heart rate picked up to a steady thrumming in his chest. “What’s that s’pposed to mean?” He looked back at Cassidy., brows furrowed.

“Jus’...” Cassidy held his gaze., unflinching., “whatever brought you out here., from one of them big cities… you ain’t gotta carry it on yer own anymore. You don’t gotta keep running.”

Jason bristled at the assurance., Cassidy’s words hitting him a bit too close to his heart. “You don’t know a thing about me.” It came out sharper than he intended., but he held firm. It was better than admitting Cassidy was right–that he had wormed his way into the deepest recesses of his mind and wouldn’t leave no matter what he did.

“Maybe I don’t.,” he nodded., “but I’ve seen that look in yer eye enough to recognize someone who doesn’t think they deserve what they want.,” his voice was softer now., almost like he was talking about himself. Their shoulders brushed as Jason shifted., drawing his attention to just how close they were to one another.

The fire crackled between them., filling the silence., and for a moment they just stared at one another. Jason wanted so badly to argue., to push Cassidy away and retreat to his bedroll., but the truth of it all seemed to lodge itself into his throat blocking any and all retorts he could come up with.

“You think you got me all figured out., huh?” He finally muttered., shaking his head slightly.

Cassidy just smiled. That same slow., lazy smile he’d had since Jason met him. “Not all of you., but I’m getting there.” He offered the bottle of whiskey back to Jason once again., their fingers brushing slightly as he took it. The contact wasn’t much., just the barest brush of skin., yet it still sent a jolt through them both.

Jason took another drink., his lips lingering on the glass as his mind wandered to the fact that Cassidy had drunk from it as well. An indirect kiss of sorts:; passing the bottle back and forth., lips touching the same surface. “You keep looking at me like that., and we’re gonna have a problem…” he grunted., the burn from the drink causing his voice to roughen.

Cassidy’s smile only widened., a chuckle leaving his lips. “Maybe I like a little trouble.”

Jason’s body moved before he had time to even think it through–he closed the distance between them., his lips crashing against Cassidy’s like a wave against a rock face. It was messy., desperate., clearly a result of every lingering look and wandering thought moving to the foreground all at once. It was all heat and raw., unrestrained want.

Cassidy., while momentarily stunned., responded in kind., reciprocating the kiss with equal enthusiasm. His lips were chapped., likely a result of the dry desert air and need to conserve water supplies. His hand moved to cup Jason’s jaw., his nails lightly dragging along the skin there. Everything else seemed to fade in that moment.

When they finally broke apart their breathing was heavy., gasping for air as if they’d been drowning in one another. Jason., though reluctant to open his eyes at first., couldn’t help but stare at how Cassidy’s eyes somehow seemed brighter than he’d ever seen., even in the shadows cast by the firelight.

“Guess I really am in trouble,” Cassidy joked., his lips curling into a smile that could only be described as pure. Pure happiness., pure love.

And damn him if Jason didn’t want to see that smile for the rest of his life.

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