#JayTim

[bulletsxlattes]

Redraw!

[bothoutsiders]

[debilsposts]

JayTim – beach episode ☀️⛱️

[sirsonder]

i saw this tag on my other post and just had to bring it into existence

[soaringbubblegum]

Little teaser of the next chapter:

“You wanna try something?” Jason said, voice easy, low and warm, the kind of tone he used when offering Tim a taste of his drink or the last bite of something too rich to finish alone.

Tim blinked up at him, already half-lost in the feel of him, and nodded vaguely. “Try what?”

Jason’s smile curled at one corner, lazy but direct, like he already knew how Tim was going to react. “Being cuffed to the bed.”

Tim made a noise that didn’t qualify as speech—high and startled, like a squeaky hinge or a hiccup through a squeal—and immediately felt his face go nuclear. Not just pink. Not just red. Glowing inferno. Every inch of skin from his neck to his ears lit up like a live wire, his mouth working around a response that never came out.

“Now??” he managed to croak, voice embarrassingly high.

[lewoooooo]

BELONG

[fagfictions]

fuck me eyes

“You know you’ve guys been here the longest, and one question always plagued my mind.” Dick commented casually at a Justice League party. Several interested pairs of eyes turned their attention on Dick. “How did you ever distinguish all the Robins apart from each other?”

Dick continued as the rest of the table listened intently. “B doesn’t necessarily seem like the type to make casual introductions, so how did you differentiated me, Jason, Tim and Damian?”

“Well, aside from the obvious age difference.” Clark laughed before adding. “You were a ball of energy and extremely friendly. Jason was pretty similar if it weren’t for his curls and some reckless tendencies it would’ve been difficult to tell you both apart.”

“Damian mostly kept to himself and spoke only when needed, mostly addressing Bruce rather than the rest of the league.” Barry commented with a grin.

“Exchanging pleasantries is unwarranted in vigilantism.” Damian coldly replied.

This was met with a round of amusement at the youngest Robin’s snark. “See what I mean?”

“So what about-“

“And Timothy is obviously the one with the fuck me eyes.” Oliver added with haste with most of the table agreeing.

The rest of the Robins were all visibly taken aback by this answer, all except Timothy who was helping himself to the buffet table on the other side of the room.

“Excuse me?” Dick gave them an awkward and humorless chuckle. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“He said Tim is the Robin with the fuck me eyes.” Hal Jordan repeated with a sleazy glance at Tim.

“What the fuck do you mean fuck me eyes?” Jason demanded, his own irises turning pit green which caused Hal to flinch.

“Fuck me eyes just like how you have “I’ll rip your spine out of your chest” eyes right now.” Hal Jordan raised his hands in surrender with an uncomfortable laugh.

“He wears a fucking cowl!” Jason pressed further, ignorant to the rapidly growing tense air of the conversation. “Just like the rest of us.”

“I’m sorry if I somehow offended you with my answer, but you can ask any other cape in here.”  Hal Jordan gestured to the rest of the party. “They’ll all tell you the same thing.”

“Clark?” Dick asked at the man he had known the longest, only second to Bruce. He wholeheartedly trusted the man.

“Well, Timothy had a tendency to…” Clark awkwardly trailed off.

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Dick was shocked at the implication of his hero’s words.

“Father, what do you have to say about this?” Damian finally addressed Bruce who had been silent for all this time.

“Did I miss anything?” Suddenly, Tim appeared out of nowhere as he unceremoniously helped himself to an Hors D’oeuvre on his plate, saving Bruce from answering in the process. Those tantalizing wide blue eyes stared up at them as he slowly chewed on celery stick.

Jason stared at Timothy, before commenting. “Hm, I actually see it now.” 

[rustcoloredraccoon]

Raccoon's Dumpster of Ideas: JayTim Soulmates AU

According to the legend, the red string of fate ties soulmates together. It may tangle and stretch, but it will never disappear. Back when people couldn't see them, they used to assume it was tied around people's pinkies. Tim never truly understood why, that's such an inconvenient place for it to be. But as humanity evolved with more and more alien races and magic users mixing into the population, soon it turned out it was not just a legend. It was just they weren't ready to see them yet.

That part held out to this day. You only saw the red string of fate once you were ready to meet your soulmate. Some people could see it all their life and met their other half in kindergarten. Some people only begin to get a glimpse after years and years of intensive therapy. Some people never see it in their lifetime.

But everyone's string is in a different location. Since nobody else can see your string, it's all self reported, but Tim has heard of cases where it was on someone's ankle and they constantly tripped over it. Then there was a case where someone only realised they had the string when they went to get their ear pierced as it was right on their left ear.

Tim's, as unfortunate as it was, was around his neck.

He had always been very glad that nobody else could see it. He had first developed it at the age ten, and thankfully, it had mostly been lax enough that he could breathe easily and it never cut into the skin. The only times it went tight - when his soulmate was actively harming their bond - was in moments when he already had a hard time breathing through the pain. But in those moments it went tight enough to draw blood.

Everybody had thought Jason had cut his throat. Tim couldn't deny that, so he just omitted the fact that it wasn't done with a knife.

Jason would probably never see the string tying them together. Maybe that was for the best. His end was tied around his hand, resting on his knuckles whenever he formed a fist to deliver blow after blow in the Titans Tower or in the batcave or anywhere else their paths crossed.

Tim sometimes wondered what those fights were like for him. He couldn't see the string but did that also mean he couldn't feel it going tight? Or did he just assume it was the usual discomfort that came with hitting someone?

Not that it mattered. Tim would most likely never know.

Another version of this would've had the string in Tim's mouth so whenever it went tight, it would force him to "smile" like the Joker, just to give Jason even more reason to freak out, but then I decided I prefer the version you can see above.

I have posted about having this idea before, because it was the original concept for Day 6 of DickTim week that I scrapped because I felt like it suited JayTim better. I was actually sooo ready to write this, but the more I'm sitting on it, the more I realise that I can only come up with the concept and the vibes, but no actual plot. (This seems to be the common denominator for a lot of the ideas that end up in the Dumpster) What you can read here is the beginning for the first chapter before I got stumped for good.

I also considered making this my Jaytim week project, then Tim would've wished to be soulmates with different people I associate with the colours of the given days, but since I was already working on my DickTim week fics and I'm not good at writing so many things at once I just dropped it.

[gmight-rv404]

[caitwritesao3]

Next week 🤞🏻

Tim’s touch did weird things to Jason, at least in his mind. According to Alfred they were perfectly natural. Tim both soothed and riled his alpha up. Jason was damn sure if he had a tail it would wag around the smaller man.

The question in the back of Jason’s mind became did Tim know what he was doing.

Damian had rolled his eyes, words laced with jealousy as he spat at Jason. “Of course Drake knows! He’s been courting you and you’re too fucking stupid to realize it!”

“You’re insane Demon,” Jason had sneered back squaring up to the younger alpha. “Tim has half of Gotham falling at his feet! Ain’t no way he’d be courting my dumb ass.”

Damian’s lip curled in disgust. “Well he is! You are absolutely unworthy of Timothy’s affection.”

[lilacwriter07]

Jason singing: my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Tim fighting for his life as he fights all the thirsty hoes off the Wayne's yard: Stay back ! I will stab you !

[galkyrie]

It's unclear if Cass doesn't give Jay a shovel talk when he starts dating Tim because she approves or if she simply believes she doesn't need to in order for him to know the consequences of breaking his heart.

[mellosdrawings]

....I've been at it for days.

I'M WORKING ON COMMISSIONS NOW I PROMISE!

(Dick and Barbara are the ones taking the picture. They're definitely included in this club)

(And Duke too. Can't believe I forgot Duke. Someone please euthanize me)

[debilsposts]

A quick WiP before I ruin it with rendering 🏖️

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?

Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!

Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.

Literally a life saver.

(No pun intended.)

[aceofshitposts]

tbh my favourite dynamic for jaytim is the whole "i'm the dog they put in with the cheetah to prevent it going crazy" and "i'm the cheetah threatening to go crazy" except jason thinks he's the cheetah and tim is the dog but it becomes rapidly apparent at time goes on that tim is the cheetah and jason has to desperately wrangle him from destroying things he shouldn't