#so please do not tag as jaytim

[ladytauria]

Would you consider writing 13 and/or 18 from the prompt list for jaytim?

i would!! <3

i wrote them both bc i thought they worked very well together, though. i did change the wording of the second prompt to make it fit. (it is still bolded tho.)

i went through… 3 or 4 different concepts for this fic before i finally settled on reverse robins, bc i have been thinking about another reverse robins au (i blame @bi-bats). this is not that au, but instead a different one which ran away with me as soon as i got into the flow of writing it <3

there is also a part in it that is inspired by something @deepwithintheabyss said in a chat once. (which i’ll clarify in the tags & end notes on ao3 lol).

ANYWAY. this is more in the gen/pre-slash vein as it technically covers tim & jason’s first time actually meeting / speaking to each other, &. as it ran away with me the way it did, probably kind of messy? ^^; but i hope you like it, nonny, & thank you very much for the prompt!

It isn’t very often that Tim comes across Robin. Both Batman and Nightwing do their best to keep them separate and—so far at least—the little Robin hasn’t made an attempt to circumvent their efforts. Except tonight, though he has a feeling that the little bird didn’t necessarily mean for their paths to cross.

He’s sitting in an alley; canary yellow cape wrapped around his body. Tim drops, silent, from the roof, landing six feet from him. This close, he can see the tremors wracking his frame.

“Robin,” he says.

Robin flinches, hard; nearly smacking his head back against the brick. Guilt rises in Tim’s throat. There are shiny tears trailing down his cheeks, though the white-outs of his domino are still down. Tim feels the moment Jason’s eyes lock on him.

He immediately shifts into a non-threatening stance. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, holding up his hands, fingers spread wide.

“Hood?” Robin’s voice wobbles.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he says; crouching down to Robin’s level. “Are you alright?” There’s a mild strain of fear toxin being sold right now. Tim’s been working on tracking down the source, but so far, all of his leads have led him to dead ends. Could Robin have been hit with a dose? That would explain his upset—maybe the lack of Batman, too.

Robin shivers. He draws his cape tighter around him. He shakes his head—though whether in answer or not Tim couldn’t say. He buries his face in his knees again, muffling a soft sob.

Tim’s chest twists. “Do you want me to call—”

Robin’s head jerks up again. “No!” he says, immediately, the desperation in his voice nearly knocking Tim back. “Please, please don’t—”

“Okay,” Tim says, gentling his voice. He doubts it does much with the voice modulator in the way. “Okay, I won’t call anyone.” He bites his lip. He can’t leave him here. Whatever’s happened, whether it’s fear toxin or not, it’s affected him deeply. “Do you feel safe enough to come with me?” He offers his hand.

Robin stares at it, biting his lip. Then he nods, taking Tim’s hand. His grip is tight—almost too much so.

They rise to their feet together.

“I’ll call my bike,” Tim says, still in that gentle tone. “Do you think you can hold on?” The hand not holding Tim’s is still clutching his cape, holding it around himself. He’s still shivering. Even the fingers in Tim’s hand are trembling.

Robin nods. “Y-yeah.”

He gives his hand a squeeze. He hopes it’s reassuring. Then he pulls out his keys and presses the button that will summon his bike to them. It takes less than ten minutes for it to roll up to the mouth of the alley. Robin finally lets go of his hand when he goes to climb on the bike. As soon as Tim is settled, he climbs on behind him; his arms snug around Tim’s waist, his front plastered against Tim’s back.

Tim drives. Not to his Nest, but to one of the well-equipped safehouses he has on this end of the Narrows. As soon as they’re off the bike, Robin drifts close to him again; so close their arms are almost brushing. He walks them around to the alley. He offers an arm to Robin automatically, and though Robin’s own grappling hook—and the spare—sits on his hip, he steps into Tim’s arm, against his chest.

Tim is not a tall man. Despite that, and the fact that there are only three years between them, Robin barely comes up to his shoulder. Tim secures his grip on him, holding him close, and grapples up the fire escape.

When they land, Robin doesn’t move; staying pressed against Tim’s side, his forehead pressed to his shoulder. Tim doesn’t make him move. It’s easy enough to wrap both arms around him, let him stand within the circle of them as he disengages the security on the window.

Then he nudges him. “C’mon, Robin. Let’s get inside.”

A beat passes before Robin moves. Tim follows right behind him, re-engaging his security after he shuts the window. He pulls off his helmet with a soft, mechanical hiss, letting it dangle from his fingers. Robin has pulled his cape around him again. He stands, something almost unsure in the stance of his body.

“C’mon,” Tim says, laying a gentle hand on Robin’s back. He leans into it, but doesn’t resist when he walks them forward, until they reach the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get us something to drink.” Something warm, preferably, but even just water or a sports drink would suffice.

Then he’ll get to the bottom of whatever’s going on here.

He finds some tea; one of the few herbal blends he keeps. He brews two cups. While he waits, he takes off his domino, gloves, and the most prominent of his weapons. Then he takes the cups to the living room. Like Tim, Robin has removed his gloves and domino, alongside his boots and gloves, leaving Jason Wayne sitting on his couch. His cape is wrapped around him again, and he’s tucked all of his limbs into it, curling into a ball so small he takes up only one of the couch cushions.

Tim’s chest pangs.

“Here,” he says, offering Jason the cup.

Jason takes it, both hands curling around it and pulling it to his chest. His eyes are rimmed with red.

Tim hesitates a moment—and then sits right next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Jason melts into his side.

“Sorry,” he says softly.

“For what?” Tim asks, stroking Jason’s bicep with his thumb.

“Being difficult. I didn’t— I know you’d rather have called someone. I. I promise I won’t stay for long.”

Tim turns his head, tucking his nose into Jason’s curls. It’s not the most pleasant of smells—he smells like sweat, like Gotham night air. Under that, there’s a hint of soap. “You’re not being difficult, Jason,” he says gently, carefully. “And you can stay for as long as you need.”

Jason exhales slowly. “Thanks,” he says.

He doesn’t sound convinced. Tim tightens his arm. “I mean it. It’s not… I don’t mind having you here.” He doesn’t. He may not be on the best terms with the bats, but that animosity, that strain, doesn’t extend to Jason. He may not be happy that some other kid took on the cape he died in, but he could acknowledge that Bruce and Damian had learned from their mistakes. Jason patrolled far less than Tim ever had, and almost never on his own. He was kept away from the worst of the rogues, too. Most of his life was focused on the non-cape side of things; school and hobbies and friends, and, recently, working with the Martha Wayne Foundation.

Tim would have despised it.

Jason thrives.

And Tim admires what he’s accomplished. He’s a good Robin. A good person. The only reason he’s never reached out—

Well. Bruce and Damian barely tolerate his presence, reaching out only when there’s no other choice. Cass— He’s not sure she’ll ever forgive him for choosing this path. His relationships with Steph and Alfred may be fine, but the other three could easily make things difficult, and— Honestly. He has no idea what Jason has been told about him.

The way he’s curled against him suggests it may not be all bad.

There’s also his philosophy on vigilantism. He’s chosen a different path than the others; a path with far more blood and violence. It’s no secret that Jason has fought with Bruce about methodology before, and Tim— As tempting as it is, sometimes, to steal Batman’s partner right out from under him… Tim won’t make that worse. Spending time with him could very well fan those flames higher.

He’s not going to explain all of that right now. Or maybe ever. Instead he says, “My problems with Damian and Bruce have nothing to do with you. They would probably rather you avoid me—and that’s fine—but… you’re not unwelcome in my territory, or my safehouses,” he says. “If you need a place to go, back-up—you can call me.” He pauses. “And that goes for civilian life too. You need me, you call. I’ll answer.”

Jason twists. He presses his face against Tim’s shoulder. It can’t be comfortable—he’s still wearing his armor, a sturdy kevlar-weave. “Thanks,” he says, and his voice is watery again.

Tim moves his hand to cup the back of his head. He kisses Jason’s crown.

They stay like that until Jason pulls away.

By now the tea has cooled. When his cup is about half gone, he asks, “Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”

Jason bites his lip and shrugs. “I dunno. A lot,” he says, quietly. “Bruce an’ I are fighting again. About my mom.”

Tim hums. Steph has complained to him about Sheila Haywood more than once. He’s never met the woman himself, but from everything he’s heard—and looked into—he’s… not impressed, to put it mildly. “Sounds stressful,” he says.

“Yeah. He thinks— He says she’s taking advantage.” Jason sounds disgusted. “But— He doesn’t get it. She’s had a hard life. The system fucked her over, and she didn’t have the money to fight it. She just needs a little help, that’s all, and—” He cuts himself off. “I just wanna help her. Like I couldn’t help my other mom, the one that raised me. An’ it’s just— Every time I bring her up now, Bruce gets this pinched look on his face. Damian’s no help. Steph’s no help. Even Cass isn’t any help! I just— It sucks. An’ we fought about it again today.

“So I— Tonight, I told him I wanted to patrol on my own. Clear my head. ‘Cause he said I could now. An’ it was fine, it went fine, until. There was this robbery, an’ I guess— I guess they had that new fear toxin— an’... I just…

“What if he gets tired of fighting? What if— What if he— What if he decides that he doesn’t— My mom can’t. She can’t afford a kid right now, an’ I— Damian— He’s in this too, and Steph, an’—” He’s working himself up now, voice cracked and wavering, little hitching sobs threatening to burst with every word.

Tim puts his mug down—takes Jason’s, too. Jason lets it go without a fight. Then he pulls him into a hug; tight and all-encompassing, like he can shield him from all the hurt he’s feeling. “Bruce will never kick you out,” he says, voice quiet and sure. “He gave you his name, he signed the papers. You're his now, permanently. He’s not going to go back on that. It’s the same with Damian. You’re family to him now, and Damian— If he’s nothing else, he’s loyal to his bones. Steph adores you. Cass does too. Fighting— It’s not going to change that.” He pauses. “But if I’m wrong. If they kick you out, or— If you just can’t stay there anymore—

“You have a place with me.”

Jason sobs, then.

Tim holds him.

He’ll keep holding him—as long as he needs.

#jaytim #timjay #tauriawritesfanfic #asks and answers #lovely anons #the part inspired by abyss is the sheila aspect #abyss pointed out that even if sheila hadn’t known jason was robin #she probably still would have sold him out as bruce wayne’s son #in THIS case im having her use that he’s BW’s son to ask for money #which might not be so bad if she were actually interested in a relationship with jason #but. she is not. #and jason doesn’t want to see that #or some of the other unethical behavior she has #bc HE is comparing her to catherine <3 #anyway #i dunno #that part snuck up on me #the entire second half after they reached the apartment snuck up on me #i had different plans lmao #anyway!!!! #i hope this is enjoyable <3 #i will put it on ao3 tomorrow

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat!! 🎃

:D :D :D (I'm glad you've liked the wolf&vamp jaytim so far asjdlfsajfsa your tags bring me JOY):

"Hungry?" Jason asks, and Tim treats him to a withering stare. "Oh, please, no need to bite-- or. Well."

The withering stare graduates to open-faced disgust. Jason grins, wolfish as he slides into Tim's lap, upsetting his laptop and making Tim grunt as he takes Jason's not inconsiderable weight. Tim can handle it; he might look like a waifish Victorian child that Jason could snap in two, it might look to an outsider that Jason has Tim pinned to the couch-- but between the two of them, Tim has the higher bench press.

"Jason, I'm fine." Tim says, strained. He said that yesterday too. "I can go another day at least."

"Come on, babe," Jason murmurs into Tim's ear, angling his head to present the tantalizing curve of his neck. Tim fronts like he's unaffected, doing that still-as-the-grave, corpse thing he does where he stops breathing and blinking and shit; but his nostrils were flaring as Jason leaned in, and Jason's acute hearing picks up the creaking of the bones in his clenched fists. Sometimes Tim needs to be bullied into taking care of himself. Jason is happy to serve.

"Just a taste."

#it's never just a taste :3c #jason gets off on it but tim is afraid of his own bloodlust and lives in fear that one day he'll drain jason dry #in spite of jason's freakish werewolf regeneration powers #meanwhile jason's like 'if i could stuff you full of my blood 24/7 i would' #'i will provide for u babe as long as you're with me you'll never go hungry' #something something i will sustain you with the fever of my body and in so doing we will both be made well #haha anyway #jaytim #ladytauria #my writing #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK OWO #🐺🦇 #ask game #asked and answered

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but do you have any fic recs because I am sadly feeling very deprived of good fics

i've put together a quick list of some of my recommendations!!

Things in bold are incomplete fics but I think they’re incredible and definitely worth the read even if they’re incomplete.

Blanket warning that there may be some noncon, underage, and otherwise dark content present, read tags of the fics that may interest you I find that all of them are very well tagged for content within.

These are all Explicit recs:

BruTim:

-I lost sight in you arms tonight, it was nice by April_Ace

Robin has a self-soothing behavior of sucking on things, bruce believes he will one day grow out of it. Tim does not grow out of it.

-Slow Come On by Anonymous

Cat tim gives birth to his kittens sired by his new master, and he gets to keep this litter!

-Captive by maeuve

Fuck or die. Bruce drugged by roman sionis and trapped with tim in a cage. Tim gets fucked as a result when he can’t fight him off.

-Prolactin and Oxytocin by midnighter69

Absolutely delicious lactation kink fic where tim had a baby with kon but it’s after he died and he’s struggling with postpartum depression and issues with clogged milk ducts

-I’d Scrub You Off of Me, but then I’d Scrubbed Me Off Too (Intertwined) by Blossondail

Amazing dark fic about a noncon relationship between bruce and tim and how it progresses over the years. It’s not so much romantic but it is an amazing dive into them I’d also recommend the other 2 parts of their Before I go series which this fic is part of

-Glint of Gold by JumpTheHoop

Bruce and tim brainwashed to fuck as often as possible, but there’s another layer to the curse, everyone around them acts as if its all completely normal.

-The Perfect Robin by WeirdAlterEgo

Bruce fucking trans tim and telling him he’s perfect for him and perfect to fuck

DamiTim:

-The altar is my hips by snowinthestars

Tim wants pups but doesn’t have a partner, so he asks damian to father them for him since he’s not getting any younger.

-please mama by dexdefyingstunts

mommy kink with tim riding damian

-against the wall by Buna

Sex pollened damian is impatient and fucks omega tim against the wall

JayTim:

-Islands in the Stream by youjezebel

Tim is finishing up his transition but wants a baby before his hysterectomy, he decides that Jason is the best option to be the donor and daddy.

-You’re So Pretty When I Gaslight You by Peldethrin

Features so damitim as well, Jason beats up tim pretty severely but then pulls a 180 and starts treating tim softly and nicely. Keeps him captive for a while and none of the bats notice because tim got into a fight with dick just before it all went down. Great scene where Jason video chats with them while fucking tim, they believe it’s noncon. Damian develops an interest and desire to know what happened and forms a maternal connection to tim.

-Summer Lovin’ (Happened So Fast) by DragonofGotham

No capes, slutty omega tim locks onto someone he wishes to seduce and is very interested in being taken up on the offer.

DickTim:

-Extraction mission by clarakent (mintaejin)

Tim needs to smuggle something out of Lexcorp and the only way to do that is to shove it up his ass, only for it to go too far up later, leading to him requiring assistance from Dick.

-sleep darling, for the world is wicked by the_catastrophes

Talon dick is caring for his sleeping beauty mate Robin after he’s been hit by magic. His family has been desperately searching but Talon has to keep him safe and hidden since their pup will be due soon.

-Colliding Universes by juggling_hearts

Evil talon from another universe comes to do some recon by taking his double’s place, he decides to have some fun while he’s there. But is this tim all he seems?

-Paint Me Like a Quentin Tarantino Film by cadkitten

Dick giving a sleeping tim oral while he’s on his period because he is apparently very into bloodplay

-Princes of the Universe by robinfan2

Tim was going to lose his virginity and dick had been all too happy to have been chosen for it. But an encounter with some sex pollen and rampaging superman and…the robins leans that when one among them gets hurt, they close ranks

-I See Myself in You by Fudgyokra

A new brand of sex pollen not only makes dick and tim horny, it switches their bodies.

Multi:

-Bruce/Jason/Dick/Damian x Tim: Tim Drake and the No Good, Very Bad, Sex Pollen by mediocre_minnow

Everyone but tim is affected by sex pollen

-Bruce/Jason x Tim: Blood Sugar Sex Magik by micdropbam

Tim’s pussy and Jason’s newly acquired sex toy for his rut are magically linked together by accident. Jason starts fucking it when tim is in the batmobile with bruce

-Bruce/Dick x Tim: Hospitality by Anonymous

Tim is a newly presented omega staying with the waynes and he knows there’s a ‘price’ to pay for their hospitality

-Jason/Dami x Tim: Keeping Baby Warm by kittcait

Damian wakes up all by himself and decides to seek out his mommy tim and daddy jason, maybe nurse a little for comfort

-Tim/Unkown: we’re just bricks in the wall by WeirdAlterEgo

Tim investigates with damian and gets stuck in a wall, while damian tries to get him out, he feels someone touch his backside.

-Cassandra Cain/Tim: Taken, Owned and Loved by miss_faun

Alpha cass fucks her pregnant omega tim

-Damian/Dick x Tim: 212 by TimmyJaybird

Tim gives damian a blow job in the backseat while dick drives.

-Dick/Jason/Damian/Bruce x Tim: to lay down in green pastures by dexdefyingstunts

Tim misses having a puppy after damian presents and sets about having one with his entire pack

-Jason/Damian x Tim: to a land of milk and honey by dexdefyingstunts

Tim is milking for his puppy damian during his heat and it seems that alpha Jason has decided to join in to stave off his rut.

-Kon/Damian x Tim: Birds Eye View by orphan_account

Damian finds a camera that connects to tim’s room in the tower and watches a heavily pregnant tim get fucked by kon el

-Kon/Damian x Tim: Shameful Company by 1989Red

Damian is snooping in tim’s apartment when he hears him come back, he hides in his closet and is “forced” to listen and watch as he and conner have sex. Only with superboy’s hearing two of the three people know he’s there.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #fic rec list

[y-dodo]

@bee-a-garbage-shipper

Hi, I'm Dodo, and I see you've retweeted some of my images and added tags. Sorting Out your favorite fan arts, you're doing incredible work. But could you please delete the ships no relation to Dick Grayson you added. As the original author I DID NOT have any tags for JAYTIM or SUPERSON, and they wouldn't have been what I wanted.

I Can't send you a message directly because of your settings. So this is how I communicate with you. Your account has been active, so I need your reply.

[green4allseasons]

Welcome, everyone!

It’s been about a year since I made my last pinned post so I figured it might be time to start a new one! But for some of those new faces out there, I’m Green! So nice to meet you on this little nook of the internet. Whether you know me from here, AO3, or FF.net, please feel welcome to drop a message in my inbox, I am so happy for the company.

I’ll include the link to my current long-fic (please feel welcome to check it out if it suits your taste!) And I’ll include a lil’ about me section down below, feel free to peruse to your heart’s content! The Bird And The Hood Rating: M (for themes) Fandom: Young Justice TV/DCU Ship: Jason Todd x Tim Drake Part 1: Complete Part 2: Updating (Starts around 90K)

What are your opinions on shipping? Ah, the all important question these days. On here I like to go by old fandom rules of ship and let ship. I’m a notorious multi-shipper and you’ll notice on here that I’ll be just as likely to reblog a romantic ship as I am to reblog content with those two characters being shown in an entirely platonic relationship! We are blessed in the DC world to have a multiverse at our fingertips and I like to make the most of that. For my part, I will do my very best to tag appropriately so you don’t run across couples that you aren’t a fan of (that’s of course taking into account that you have your filters turned on!)

You only have one story updating, are you working on others? I’m always concocting other stories up in my head to revisit later but unfortunately (or fortunately) I am an entirely single minded creature and incapable of writing two stories at once (trust me I’ve tried 😔) On the plus side, that means I never give up on stories and I always see them to the end! But it does make my lil writing heart sad that I never have any content for Ship Weeks. But oh well, that just means I get to consume other authors’ amazing works rather than stressing about coming up with my own! But why a Jaytim story for your first posted fic? I could go on and on. The loss, the resentment, the angst, the pining, the growth... *BIG author sigh* There is just SO much potential and it has been so fun to explore especially in a setting like the YJ Cartoon where canon has been twisted on more than one occasion! Are you friendly? OHMYGOD yes!!! I swear it!! 🥺💚 Please feel welcome to pop into my inbox to just say hi, chat about TBATH, or anything else! You honestly might get more than you bargained for because I lovee gushing about all things writing and I’ll honestly be just so happy to know that there’s someone out there in the void who enjoys this fandom or my stories. It’s honestly the most humbling experience and I am just so profoundly grateful that there is even one of you out there! I think that’s all for now but let me know if there’s anything I missed! Thank you all again for stopping by!

#Author Intro #Fanfic Writer #My Fanfic #Jaytim #TimJay

[bat-kidsarebi-kids]

writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

No one has tagged me in this and I won't be tagging anyone in turn, I just thought it would be fun (and it was!) because i am incapable of writing anything short or publishing anything i don't think is perfect i don't have that many published works, and using ones i published in 2019 doesn't feel authentic to my writing style now, so a few of these are from WIPs that will likely never see the light of day.

Jason didn’t really know how it happened, but after their reunion, he and Bruce ended up spending three days straight together before saying their goodbyes. (A City of Phantoms and Fistfights) "Hey, so I have kind of a weird ask," Barry said, his heart in his throat as he sat down across from Vic in their latest supposedly Superman-proof hideout. (The Null HypotheCis) “You d-don’t have to do this,” Barry forced out through teeth chattering from the cold. (Can I Help You Not To Hurt Anymore?) Sometimes, Jason caught himself thinking about Tim’s scars. (My Resentment's Getting Smaller) The first time Roy had to lock Jason up, it went horribly. (If You Need A Friend (Then Please Just Say The Word)) Jaskier was a strange man. (Build Me Up, Buttercup) Who have you ever loved? (You Wouldn't Even Recognize Me Anymore) Jason had gone to ground and stayed there for weeks after the absolute clusterfuck that was the Arkham Knight’s attempted invasion of Gotham. (Unpublished, untitled JayTim enemies-to-lovers WIP) There was something wrong with Roy. (Sober Up, unpublished JayRoy WIP) The first time Jason talked to Roy, he knew he was making a mistake. (I Never Told You What I Do For A Living, unpublished JayRoy WIP)

i am certainly telling on myself with two different JayRoy fics that begin with "the first time x did y, z happened". Other than that, I'm seeing a theme of a long opening sentence that sets the scene or a short, punchy opening sentence that either makes a very direct statement or goes straight into dialogue which honestly feels pretty representative of me as a writer.

this was super fun! anyone who sees this and is also a writer should feel free to do it even if you don't publish :)

#sorry not sorry for not outing my 2019 criminal minds works but go nuts if you want to read those they're on my AO3 and it's your funeral #tag game #writing patterns #writing things #ao3 #fanfiction #mine #bkabk says words

[bulletsxlattes]

About:

You can call me Latte. I'm over 21 & Non Binary. I've been drawing since childhood & I am self taught. Please be aware there will be spicy things here and there. So, for that reason I consider this to be an 18+ blog. Minors please steer clear & PLEASE for the love of everything, DO NOT reblog my art and threaten people against tagging it as ship art. If you saw my art, liked it and didn't realize it's ship art - thats on you. Thats your bad. I reply to things via @caroline-hill

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Sometimes I may seem inactive, and maybe I've been gone for weeks but please feel free to send me requests during that time. I don't mind and while I may take a while to get to them, chances are I will eventually.

The only thing I don't do is poly ships or multiships. It's just not my thing, but if it's yours, that's cool with me. My mind just can't juggle more than 2 people in a relationship.

I don't actually keep up with the current comics. I prefer new earth continuity since I've been generally disappointed with the current runs. All my knowledge of current comics relies solely on what i see circulating or from the news cycle.

I like Kon-El. In my jaytim arts, I tend to depict him as Tim's first one-sided crush. That said, I don't really care for Bernard. I did manage to read the urban lengends issues about them as well as some of Tim's new Robin run. I wasn't all that impressed. Please don't ask me to draw Bernard in a relationship with Tim. My only exception is some sort of jealousy trope to give Jason some angst. I love angst.

I'm a pro-shipper. And I'm not going to publish anyone's anon hate. I don't care to argue about 'batcest' or how wrong anyone thinks anything is. I'm spiritually 90 years old and completely over this.

Im not very active on Twitter, I think I hopped on that train a little late, seeing as it went to shit a month or so after I made my accounts. So, you'll more likely find me here than there.

[chibinightowl]

JayTim Gift Exchange

Thank you to everyone who sent their indication of interest! I've decided to go forward with the JayTim Gift Exchange!

I have created a Discord server where everyone can easily access the rules, important dates, and ask questions. I will use my main Tumblr blog to accept questions if you do not have a Discord account.

Prompts will be accepted via Google Forms, so please message me with an email address I can send the link to. If you have a Discord account, let me know so that I can invite you to the JayTim Gift Exchange Server.

This will be a mostly SFW event. If you do not wish to create or accept NSFW, there is an option on the sign-up sheet to let me know so that you're matched up accordingly.

The rules of the event are below. I want to give a big shout out to bumpkin, glaciya, and kieran granola for spot checking these and the sign-up sheet!

Guidelines: ~ Sign-ups and prompt submissions will be from 20 August to 31 August

~ Assignments will be sent out no later than 15 September

~ Creation will be from 15 Sept to 25 December

~ Delivery of gifts will be between 26 December and 1 January 2022

~ Writers: gift fic has to be between 1000 to 5000 words

~ Artists: gift art should be at least black and white with clean lines

~ digital or traditional mediums are acceptable

~ color is up to you

~ SFW is preferred, but if you and your giftee are okay with NSFW, that is up to you

~ the gift exchange will have an overarching winter/holiday theme, but the prompts can be anything you want

~ no more than THREE prompts

~ Indicate topics/tags you DON'T want as a gift

~ Will have three check-ins to make sure we're on track

~ 1 October

~ 1 November

~ 1 December

~ If you have to **drop out**, please DM me no later than **15 November**

~ Everyone who participates will receive a gift. If you drop out, your prompts will be taken over by a pinch hitter who can complete the gift for the intended person.

~ Final projects can be posted to Ao3 for fic, Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, etc for art

~ can also be shared via DM through me if you wish to remain completely anonymous.

#JayTim Gift Exchange 2021 #JayTim Gift Exchange #JayTim

[ladytauria]

thank you @bi-bats for the tag 🥰

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

most of my wips have placeholder titles either until i post them or until a title jumps out at me! however some of my placeholder titles pass for real titles, so i included them. & then some obvious placeholders ^^;

neither a bang nor a whimper

the tenderest of touches

got your back

so full of love i could barely eat

vampire!tim

wanna be yours

arms

red hood’s robin

pack

most are jaytim, except for the last two, which are gen (but still jason & tim bc i’m predictable~)

i’m not sure who to tag but if you want to play, please do, & say i tagged you! 💞

#tag games #tauriatalks

[jaytimweek]

JayTim Week 2021

Thank you, friends, for participating in voting and letting your voices be heard! We’ve tallied the votes and are pleased to announce the dates/prompts will be as follows:

Monday, March 15th: SPACE or Pirates

Tuesday, March 16th: Request or Redemption/Fall from Grace

Wednesday, March 17th: Rooftop Rendezvous or Size Difference

Thursday, March 18th: FREE DAY

Friday, March 19th: Lazarus Pit or Myths and Legends

Saturday, March 20th: Fake Dating or Casefic

Sunday, March 21st: Identity Porn or Undercover

JayTim Week is meant to be fun, so we’d like to put special emphasis on the fact that two prompts are given for each day to offer more choices, not because anyone is expected to hit both prompts—though, of course, you’re still welcome to do so, or to include any other prompts/tropes you may have liked to see make the cut and didn’t.

Our tags this time around will be: JayTimWeek2021 JayTimWeek

When we get closer to March, we will post links to AO3. The mods have recently learned about Subcollections, so posting to AO3 will be a little different this time around

As always, you are welcome to reach out with any questions or concerns. We love and appreciate you all very much and thank you for always being so supportive and for joining us for a whole week of fun and fandom.

Please note you don’t have to participate daily. But if you’re adventurous and want to work on a longer project for each prompt, feel free to!

#jaytim #jaytimweek #jaytimweek2021

[elareine]

If you could, can you please write JayTim or RoyTim (whichever one you want) trying to be romantic and woo Tim (maybe with some puns, I love puns), but Tim is a bit oblivious towards it, because the other is so cool, therefore they must be trying to make friends and be nice with him and nothing more. So when he does finally realize its an italicized "Oh" moment.

Hi lovely!! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this fill. I... ended up making it JayRoyTim, I hope that's okay? It just fit so well, but I can totally write something else with JayTim or RoyTim for you if you want :)

Also, it turned out to be about pick-up lines more than wooing, sorry. I might’ve gone overboard with googling the puns. It's long enough that I put it on ao3, too. What's your username on there? Then I'll gift it to you.

if you were a transformer (you’d be optimus fine)

“Well, here I am.”

Tim looks up, utterly confused. “I didn’t call for you, but… that’s… great?”

Roy waggles his eyebrows. It looks faintly disturbing. Redheads should maybe not do that. Or, actually, Tim revises mentally, thinking of literally every other redhead Dick ever dated—that’s just Roy. “What are your other two wishes?”

“Coffee and some silence to finish working this case?”

Roy looks weirdly deflated at that, but he does get him some coffee. Tim soon forgets about it.

—

(“How’d it go?”

“Does obliviousness run in the family?”

“Yes. Yes it does. Have you met Bruce?”

“…okay, fair. Your turn next.”)

—

“Jason? What’re you doing here?”

Sure, Jason and Roy have been spending a lot more time in Gotham lately. Something to do with a case, Tim assumes. Maybe even with the one that they worked on together in Star City five months ago?

Anyway. They’ve been around, is what Tim is saying. Not at the manor, but at Tim’s apartment and his workspace, cause apparently it’s not worth rebuilding their safe house after it went up in flames, and Bruce and Damian are too often at Dick’s place. He’s not exactly surprised to see either of them anymore. (Pleased, yes. But not surprised.) However, Tim has no fucking clue why Jason is currently grinning at him from the other side of the library desk.

At least Tim has the good sense to check his name tag before he gasps: “Jason?”

“Oh, hey, Tim.” Jason’s grinning. “Guess you figured out my new job, huh?”

“Yeah.” Tim shakes his head. “Color me surprised.” So this is what Jason’s spending his days doing. He’s gotta be shadowing someone, right? Tim’ll ask him tonight.

“I’ve always liked this place.” Jason’s gaze is far away for a moment. Tim badly wants to know what he’s remembering. Then the older man seems to come back to himself and gives Tim a weird—maybe angry?—look. “It’s a good thing I’m a librarian, too, cause I’m totally checking you out.”

“Alright, I can take a hint.” Tim grabs his book and demonstratively walks over to the self-service scanners. Really. How rude.

—

(“Are you telling me he managed to resist you in your cardigan?”

“Apparently.”

“Aww. C’mere, babe.”)

—

So Roy blows things up all the time. No, really, Tim now totally understands why Dick was so happy when he heard the duo is camping out at Tim’s place for a change. His older brother even gave Tim a thumbs-up, for God’s sake. He must’ve known.

Cause yeah, there’s at least one explosion every two days. Or Roy dropping something cause he’s too focused on what he’s thinking to remember what his hands are doing. Or something dropping on him. Jason seems used to it; he just catches whatever it is or laughs at Roy. Tim… is starting to learn to do the same, actually. Whatever Roy comes up with at that moment is usually worth it, and besides, he’s kinda adorable.

Aaaaaaanyway. (He’s using that word a lot in his own thoughts right now. Almost as if he’s avoiding thinking about something. Hmm.) Tim’s not surprised when Roy walks into a room, stumbles, and slaps a hand over his eyes with a dramatic exclamation.

Tim, in shorts and not much else cause he got drenched in pollen earlier, just raises an eyebrow. “Alright, Roy?”

“Nope.” Roy’s hand is still covering his face, but Tim can still see his grin underneath. “I’m gonna need your name and phone number for insurance purposes.”

“Roy. You have both of these things,” Tim explains slowly, wondering if Roy sustained a brain injury or accidentally dosed himself on something. “And why insurance?”

“I was blinded by your beauty.”

God. Sometimes Tim wonders about the original Titans and their socialization for the two dudes if this is how they think making friends works. Then again, Kori, Donna, and Dick probably appreciated constant compliments about their beauty. It all makes sense. Roy must be so used to it that he even uses those same methods when someone unexceptional like Tim is around.

He smiles gamely. “I’m looking forward to hearing that phone call. Must be almost as great as the time Bruce tried to convince his insurance company that Clark dropping on his car wasn’t an act of God because God is demonstrably not a Kryptonian. Neither was the giant ape punching Clark out.”

Roy drops his hand at that. “…Batman did what?”

—

(“You were doing so well, too.”

“I knoooow. How much more obvious can we get?”

“I dunno, but I intend to try.”)

—

“Do you like Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me!”

“Haha. No. Star Trek or die.” Tim’s answer is automatic. He’s had these discussions soooo many times with Kon before. Of course Jason also goes for the space cowboy soap opera.

Besides, Jason’s boyfriend is standing right next to him. He doesn’t mean to sound flirtatious with Tim. Or maybe he does, and it’s just good fun? Or maybe teasing him? Tim can’t figure it out, but he knows he doesn’t like the weird hollow feeling he gets in his stomach when he thinks about it, so he changes the topic.

And makes both of them sit down to watch some classic Captain Kirk, of course.

—

(“Should I be insulted by that pick up line?”

“Nah. There aren’t that many lines that imply a polycule, though.”

A kiss. “Alright.”)

—

One of the things Jason and Tim have in common is their predilection for motorbikes and fiddling around with them. Not that makes them unique in the batclan; Tim has never spent days quietly working side-by-side with Dick, though, the way he does with Jason. They started out with separate projects. Then Jason saw this vintage Ducati at an abandoned warehouse he was about to blow up and, well… Would be a shame, right? Tim just happens to have had one of these before—regrettably lost to one of Harley’s exploding baseball bats—so he offers his expertise.

It’s not because it means bending over the engine with Jason, closer than they ever are, their hands brushing when they hand each other instruments. It’s not.

Roy doesn’t join them. He’s too polite to say so, but he finds normal cars and bikes boring af. Doesn’t stop him from popping his head into the garage and whistling when he sees that they are shirtless and covered in grease. It’s a damn good look on Jason, so Tim can’t fault him for that.

Roy follows it up with a: “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you got fine written all over you.”

Tim can’t help it; he blushes at the suggestive tone. Those two never stop flirting with each other, do they? So far, he has managed to avoid stumbling over them while they’re making out (not that they’re making that easy—the kitchen? Really?), and he’d like to keep avoiding that, thank you very much. He’s already feeling guilty enough for his fantasies as it is.

“Uh. I should clean up,” he mumbles and flees.

—

(“Dammit.”

“…do you think that was a rejection?”

“Nah. He was definitely checking me out before you came and fucked it up.”

“That’s saying something if you noticed it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”)

—

So Tim has magically acquired cat ears and a very fluffy tail. Don’t ask. They’re gonna go away in eight hours, and until then, he’s gonna stay in the cave and work himself to distraction. Jason seems intent on keeping him company, though.

(It’s nice. Tim loves hanging out with Jason—that’s not the problem. The issue is that Tim is looking ridiculous, and Jason is being nice about it, and none of this is helping his stupid crush go away.)

They’re absently chatting about nothing until Jason says: “Kinda a pity you’re a cat, though.”

Tim looks up. Huh? Admittedly, he never pegged Jason as the type to go for catboys (though maybe… he did hang out with Kyle… perhaps it’s just that he definitely doesn’t go for Tims), but that’s still a weird pronouncement.

Jason is grinning. “If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.” He pauses. “Wait. Like even more than you already are. Uh.”

Tim sighs. Great. And now Jason is making fun of him again. “Whatever.”

—

(“A chicken?”

“Shut up. I panicked.” A sigh. “He was so cute with these ears.”

“…yeah, he was.”)

—

“You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all night.”

“I’m not tired,” Tim says automatically. Why does everyone keep asking him that tonight? Surely the shadows under his eyes can’t be that bad? He used concealer!

Something in Roy’s expression softens. “Aww. C’mere.” He pats the space on the couch next to him, and when Tim sits down, Roy pulls him half of on top of him and into a hug. “Relax for a bit, little bird.”

Tim sinks into the embrace, boneless all of a sudden. Roy just has that effect on him. Tim vaguely remembers thinking of him as his oldest brother’s cool friend and then Jason’s cool boyfriend, kind of a fuckboy but clearly good for Jay.

Now? Now, Roy just makes him feel safe.

—

(“So you spent the night on the couch just so he could sleep in your arms?”

“Yeah. Totally worth it.”

“Duh.”

“I just wish we could do that with him every night. Bet he fits perfectly between us.”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“We might have to up the ante or switch tactics.”)

—

They’re talking about their favorite books—Tim doesn’t read as much as Jason does, but they discovered a shared love of sci-fi weeks ago—when Tim says: “Actually, that book kinda reminds me of you.”

“Oh?”

“Overly dramatic but good.”

Jason makes an offended noise, and Tim grins.

“I’m not sure which part I should argue about first.” Jason pretends to think.

Tim is always down to tell Jason that fuck his self-perception—Jason is a good man, one of the best Tim knows; that also feels too revealing right now. Instead, he gets up from their comfortable position on the couch and grabs the first stack on the table, carrying them over to the shelves to replace the gaps. “What kind of book would I be?”

“Babe, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.”

“Annoying and no one reads it?” Tim asks without turning around, trying to ignore the babe. That’s. That’s gotta be a slip of the tongue, right? Force of habit from spending so much time with Roy?

“No, fine,” and the emphasis is clear this time. Jason continues before Tim can reply: “Though if we’re talking books…”

Tim whirls around. “Save it. You don’t have to make fun of me just because I—“He swallows down the words.

Jason looks alarmed. “Tim—“

As if he can smell trouble, Roy chooses that moment to enter the room. Tim has barely heard him approach, Jesus. He doesn’t want to have this argument in front of Roy, though, so he just stands there in the middle of the room. Jason, too, has stopped speaking.

Roy, of course, takes one look at the awkwardness and decides to make it worse. Or more confusing.

“Did you just come out of the oven?” he asks.

“As this isn’t Hansel and Gretel, no, I didn’t.” Tim checks his shirt, just in case this is an actual conversation opener and not just a weird attempt at a distraction. “Do I have soot on me?”

“Nope.” Roy shakes his head, and he’s smiling that smile again, the one Tim is startled to recognize, the one he thought is reserved only for Jason— “Because you’re hot.”

And finally, Tim gets it. “Me?”

“Yes, Tim.” Roy’s moving in closer. “You.”

There’s a soft touch to Tim’s shoulder, and Tim whirls around, expecting Jason to be mad, cause his boyfriend is—is hitting on Tim, right, that’s what’s happening, Jason can’t be happy—

Jason is smiling down at him. His hand is still resting on Tim’s shoulder, but it slides down to his collar bone, a gentle presence as he murmurs: “You’re so beautiful that you made forget my pick up line.”

Oh. Oh.

Tim says the first thing he can think of: “Are you a raisin?”

Jason starts grinning. “I’m not even gonna qualify that with an answer.”

Tim smiles back. “Cause you’re raising my hopes for a kiss right about now.”

And he gets one. And then another, and then Roy joins in, kissing Tim’s neck and then his mouth and—Yeah.

They’re too busy for any more pick up lines right now.

#elareine writes #jayroytim

[anondudeao3]

Fic Recs!

Since I'm on hiatus, I've finally had time to do some reading, and I thought I'd give some fic recommendations, since I won't be posting for quite a while. These are my absolute favourites!

(I'm splitting this into two posts — one for JayDick and one for JayTim — because now that I'm finished with the first half it's quite long)

JayDick

A Love Triangle With The Same Person

By: Chrystie, kate882

Word Count: 10,031

Summary: Dick might have a bit of a thing for Jason, one of Red Hood's criminal underlings. But he's also already a little in love with Red Hood.

→ Identity porn! Who doesn't love identity porn? Very cute and sweet.

Everything I Know

By: epistemology

Word Count: 12,360

Summary: Red Hood is a little bit in love with his partner, Nightwing, who has a huge crush on Jason Todd, the hot bookstore owner, who is actually the Red Hood, who is too busy being in love to notice Dick Grayson, who's actually Nightwing.

Jason and Dick fall in love with the wrong versions of each other, and things become complicated fast.

→ More identity porn, but this one is a lot more sort of missed connections, plus it has bookshop owner Jay who was never taken in by Bruce! It really has you begging SOMETHING to happen to somehow make them see that THEY ARE EACH OTHER, THEY ARE THE ONES THEY LIKE. AHHHH IT'S THE SAME PERSON. And when it finally does happen, it's so sweet and satisfying. (I recommend checking out their other fics too! Lots of sweetness.)

Lie To Me, Darling

By: Chrystie, kate882

Word Count: 19,214

Summary: Officer Dick Grayson is undercover in the infamous Red Hood's gang trying to track down the man behind the helmet. With his former partner killed for being found out, there's a new guy in the gang to take his place. Jason doesn't seem like the average new gang recruit, and Dick may be getting more than he bargained for trying to get close to him.

→ Okay, ngl I JUST now noticed that this one is by the same people as the first one, and I specifically didn't want to put multiple fics by the same people (just say I recommend checking out their other stuff, but not rec separately), but it's too late now and I don't have a 7th JayDick fic to recc that isn't also an author repeat, and I don't want it to be uneven.

But ANYWAY. This one will fuck you up, I can't lie. Unhappy ending, but if you can brave that, ohhh it's so good. It's so damn sweet whilst the good times last, even though you know it's only temporary and it's all going to go to hell at some point... man. It hurts. But it hurts so good. It's beautiful, and I personally think it's worth the pain.

Two Birds on a Wire

By: empires, pentapus

Word Count: 20,565

Summary: Dick asks Jason for help on a case. Jason should have never agreed.

→ It's probably laughable that I'm reccing this, since pentapus is one of the authors and their art is like huge in the JayDick fandom, and the fic has more than 22.5k views, which seems to be quite a lot as far as JayDick fics go. But in the event that you haven't read it yet... This is actually the very first JayDick fic I EVER read, it introduced me to the ship, and I just reread it and it's still just as amazing, what a winner to start out with!

The dynamic between Jay and Dick, the way Dick gets so into his undercover role, Jay's emotional turmoil, the action — it's all just absolute chef's kiss! It's so hard to write action well, and these two made this fic so engaging!

All Soulmates Final, No Refunds

By: empires, salvadore

Word Count: 38,900

Summary: Mystic Waters Grande Hotel sells itself as a luxury soulmate retreat with all manner of couple’s activities. The cost is high, and all is not as it appears on the hotel’s grounds. Dick and Jason go undercover as newlywed soulmates to find out what’s behind the rash of missing persons. And dig up old feelings in the process.

→ (Since empires was collaborating with two different people of the different fics, I don't count that as a repeat).

Well firstly, this is a rare Batman!Dick JayDick! And secondly, yes, one of the ubiquitous soulmate AUs. But with some very interesting twists! Also, like TBOAW above, the action in this is amazing, and absolutely had me on the edge of my seat. Similarly, their undercover personas were lots of fun, and it was very fun to see them push each other further and further with them.

Secrets of the Sea

By: ParzivalHallows

Word Count: 42,711

Summary: Being a merperson was dangerous enough, but being a merperson captured by pirates? That's got to be one of the worst fates for a merman. Merman Dick Grayson is captured by a slave ship, where he meets Jason Todd, who's a slave on that ship. Together, the two plan an escape. However, they need to put aside their odds first, which is very difficult for the two stubborn men.

→ I have to give you fair warning first, this one is incomplete and hasn't been updated since 2017, so I don't think it's ever going to be finished (but it can't hurt to leave a nice comment!) BUT WAIT, DON'T SCROLL YET, hear me out. It's really good, okay. You do need to mind the warning tags because there is major character death (not Jay or Dick though, and since it's not complete I'm kind of choosing to believe that they're not really dead and later in the story it actually turns out that they managed to survive).

There are a lot of grim things in this story, it's really about survival, but the worldbuilding is fucking phenomenal, and the author drew me right in. The descriptions and the action and emotion, the unexpected magic that they have to figure out? It's all so cool and well done.

Steady On Forward

By: JayseHasNoGrace

Word Count: 96,287

Summary: Dick Grayson's life has never been easy, but he'd like to think it's been going better lately. He's been operating mainly out of Gotham again for almost a year, and has been in a steady relationship for just over. He knows where he stands with crime-fighting, and the family is all on pretty good terms, considering.

Things are really going pretty well.

Unfortunately, the balance doesn't last long, and old horrors from Dick's past end up dredged up alongside new ones.

This is a story about love and family, but equally so about trauma and healing from it. Please heed the warnings in the preface.

→ Alright, the final JayDick rec, the longest, and the darkest. But wait, again, don't scroll! It's also by far the most hopeful AND FLUFFY. Now, the author is NOT fucking around about heeding those warnings, there's a shitload of them and it's really heavy, hard shit. Do not get me wrong, this fic is going to HURT you. But by the end, it's going to have felt so cathartic, and you're going so feel soft and hopeful and whole. I don't know how they did it, but it's SUCH an emotional rollercoaster. Another commenter on AO3 (mach5plus1) said it better than I could:

I gave this fic my whole heart, it took it, smiled and said “awwww, I’ll take care of it!“

Then started putting pressure on it and I told it “ouch, that hurts”

The fic kept smiling and put more pressure until a piece broke off (last chapter)

and then another (this chapter)

The fic keeps doing it until my heart is shattered into pieces and it’s standing over each shard with a frown saying “oops” (the upcoming chapters)

Then, after finding each piece again and picking them up, the fic will slowly push each piece back into place.

By the end it’ll give my heart back a little different, but somehow better than it was when I gave it away.

It will crush your heart, but it will lovingly patch it back together by the end, I promise. If you can read it without getting triggered, I thought everything was well handled, and it's so worth it. (I recommend checking out their other JayDick fic too, they only have one, but it's a fluffy romcom, so if you need a break after this one, that's there!)

#jaydick #fic rec #jaydick fanfic

[noxnthea]

AO3 Tagging Game

thanks to @inkvoices for the tag for this...three weeks ago? 1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 10! 2. What is your total Ao3 word count? 147,998

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 3 -- but really all just Marvel.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Thank You for Staying with Us (cracky motel fic!)

the things we're blind to (outsider pov on how the boys don't see how much the other cares for them, but everyone else does)

Choose Every Single Day (what if the avengers met in therapy?)

Ready to Hear It (Clint catastrophizes to Lucky, his captive audience)

The 300 Club (Clint and Bucky are scientists in Antarctica)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes, because it means the world to me that people took time out of their day (and possibly spoons out of their daily allotment) to leave me love, so I gotta give it right back. I'm absurdly grateful that people choose to engage with my fics. 6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Angst? I don't know her. I don't think she goes here. 7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written? Nope, but I've got a wild idea for a MCU/DC/Supernatural crossover that won't leave my brain alone. Maybe one day once I get off my crack-writing kick it'll come to fruition! Maybe it'll be my nanowrimo this year 8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? nope! I'm convinced the winterhawk fandom is just too wonderful for that. Though one person did say motel Clint was incapable of doing anything but simping for Bucky and I'm vaguely offended because he's highkey absurdly competent. 9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope! I've thought about it -- have whined to my friends about my seeming inability to do so -- but for now it feels like forcing myself, and forcing myself isn't fun, and if I'm not having fun out here in fic land, what am I doing? 10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I very highly doubt it. 11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No -- though I have started to co-write a fic before. It exists in a gdoc! and it involves copious amounts of crabs. 12. What’s your all time favorite ship? I am wholeheartedly convinced of the perfection that is Winterhawk. Big fan of Jaytim and Jack/Bitty from Check, Please! or a few specific pairings where the author is so fantastic that I love the connections built between characters, even if I don't consistently ship that pairing. 13. What was the first fandom you wrote for? well. I mean. gestures around. I've read a lot of others, but the WH fandom is the only one I've thus far been inspired to write for. 14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? I don't believe in favorites, so -- I'd say I'm really proud of how quickly I banged out "TYFSWU", and I feel it really helped me realize how I could stretch myself as a writer, I'm proud of "Choose Every Single Day" because I planned and wrote all 103k in two months, and I'm consistently amazed any time I reread "the things we're blind to" because damn, those are some pretty words.

AND ALSO MY YET TO BE TITLED TIME TRAVELING WHOB FIC IS PRETTY DAMN AMAZING. It's just. Only been read by 4 people so far. But soon!!

Tagging (and sorry if you've already done this!): @hopelessly-me @trashkingtater @alistrawrites, @jochai, @ladyladylady1 and anyone else who wants to that I'm not thinking of at this very moment!

#fic things #my writing #this made me realize I've hit 10 fics on ao3 which is cool! #in almost a month i'll have been writing for a year! #which is also cool #tagging game

[redrobinfection]

(16) Graveyard

SociallyAwkwardFox’s Spooktober (2018) - Day 16 “Graveyard”

Tim & Damian | Implied JayTim | Implied DickDami | College AU | No Capes | Crack | actual discussion of literature | Dick Grayson was adopted by the Drakes instead of the Waynes | Want to write/create with me? Find the prompt list here!

~*~

"How about four out of seven?" Tim asked with a shrug, winding up the toilet paper roll again.

Damian, his fellow barista, threw his roll at Tim's head, missing wildly. He glared. "You cheated, Drake!"

Tim rolled his eyes as he retrieved Damian's roll and began winding it up too. "How could I cheat at coffee cup bowling, ‘Wayne’?"

"You wind your roll too tightly. It doesn't unravel as much when you pitch it and thus has more mass by the time it hits the cups."

Tim raised his eyebrows. "What are you now, a physics major? That just sounds like strategy, dude. You are free to roll your roll as tightly as you'd like. That isn't against the rules."

Damian fumed. "The rules you made up! This is why I said we should use the rice crispy ba--customer."

Tim whirled on the spot, seeing that, indeed, a paying customer had entered their little, semi-enclosed coffee shop. Outside, a few students sat or sprawled over the sectional couches that filled the large basement of the university student union in which the shop was located.

Tim turned and vaulted over the counter. He heard a quiet "-tch-" from Damian as he walked to the hinged raise-able section of the counter and let himself in.

Tim straightened his apron and stepped up the register with a smile. The customer stood about five feet from the register, head tilted back, studying the menu board over Tim's head with bleary eyes. The guy was like a zombie, he was that exhausted. Tim cut his eyes over to the clock on the wall. 3:45 am. Hell of a time for coffee.

Tim glanced over his shoulder at Damian, who was reawakening the cranky espresso machine with deft fingers. Seven hours and forty-five minutes with Damian "the Demon " Wayne down, only four hours and fifteen minutes to go. Tim turned back to their customer and sighed. This was going to be a loooooooong morning.

At second glance, there was something familiar about the guy, but Tim couldn't put his finger on where he knew him. The guy had pretty teal eyes, but they were reddened and dull, like he hadn't closed them except to blink in way too long. He was also pretty well cut, Tim noticed, with clearly muscled arms and pecs so defined that Tim could clearly see them through the man's sweater. Maybe that's how Tim knew him? Maybe he'd seen him in the UREC weight room?

The guy's most eye-catching feature by far was the white forelock that curled down over his forehead. He was the third person Tim had met to have a whitened forelock like that; the other two were fraternal twins who had had small patches of albinism right at their widows peaks which affected both the skin and hair. Tim idly wondered if this guy's white lock was natural too. In any case, it looked frickin' cool, a lot cooler than his own; the best thing he could say about his own hair was that he could pull off the 90's curtain cut plus semi-mullet well enough that he could go an entire semester on a single haircut.

Tim was drawn out of his thoughts when dude finally stepped up to the counter and began to speak.

"Uh, hi, could I get a large, double-shot caramel latte?"

"Absolutely. How many pumps of caramel do you want?" Tim asked cheerily.

The guy looked up from digging through his overly stuffed messenger bag. "Uhh…the normal four should be fine."

"Okay, that will be $6.47. Can I get a name for the order?"

The guy didn't look up this time. "Uh, Jason. Gimme a sec', I know my wallet is at the bottom of this thing somewhere."

"No problem, take your time. It's not like we have a line, anyway," Tim joked.

This guy looked so dead right now--inside and out--that if he didn't find his wallet, then Tim would probably just buy the coffee for the guy himself. He understood better than anyone the sudden need for caffeine at odd hours of the day. He's not sure how he would have finished half his computer science projects this term without a much-needed double-espresso every couple of hours, to be honest.

The guy--'Jason' apparently--finally fished out a small money clip then handed over a student ID card. "Put it on my Dining Dollars, please."

"Yeah, no probl- wait a minute!" Tim cut off, staring. Suddenly, it had hit Tim where he knew this guy. "Aren't you that kid who always sits at the front of Professor Hyatt's nine-fifteen, Tuesday-Thursday, Modern European Literature and answers all the questions?"

The dude raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah. Why…? Wait…" He squinted and leaned in. "Aren't you the kid who once tried to sit all the way back in the AV booth, since, and I quote, 'the back wasn't far enough back'?"

Tim grinned as he swiped the ID card through the register. "Haha, yeah."

Damian moved as if to step up to the counter, the guy's drink in hand, but stopped dead about a foot away. He stared.

"Wait. Aren't you the guy who always comes in, gets tea, and sits in the window over there and reads romance novels?" Damian asked, eying him appraisingly.

The dude huffed. "Yes. My name is Jason--by the way--and they're not romance novels, it's classic lit. Now can I get my coffee?"

Damian handed the coffee over the counter, but raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You mean to tell me Rebecca is not a romance novel?"

"Wait, what!? Do you mean Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca?" Tim asked as he handed Jason's ID card back over the counter.

Damian nodded wordlessly. Tim snorted, then said, "That's not a romance! That's a totally a murder mystery! You must be confusing it with Jane Eyre. I get those mixed up too."

Jason nodded in agreement, tucking his ID away before taking his first sip of coffee. He moaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he savored in the sweet bliss of piping hot caffeine at 3:49 in the morning, then he looked at Damian and said, "Well, actually, I'll give you that one, uh…" --he paused to squint at Damian's name tag-- "...'Damian'; Rebecca is a modern romance novel by classification, but it's also a crime thriller just like--whazzatsay?--'Tim' said."

He turned to Tim. "I'm not surprised you'd confuse it with Jane Eyre, considering that a lot of scholars believe du Maurier adapted it from Jane Eyre."

"Wait, really?" Tim said with a laugh. "I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking that! Rebecca is like the less boring version of Jane Eyre."

Jason froze halfway into sitting down in one of the arm chairs that lined the wall closest to the door and looked up at Tim as if he had just suggested burning down the library or something similarly unthinkable. "Whaaaaaat?! I can't believe you just implied that any of the Brontë sisters' works is boring!"

Tim laughed again. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I was only twelve when I read Jane Eyre, so maybe I'd enjoy it more if I read it again now--with a mature perspective--but I remember Rebecca being a blast for thirteen-year-old me so…" He smiled, then shrugged.

Jason stared. "Twelve? Thirteen? Jeez. What else were you trying to read that young?"

"I mean, I read Moby Dick the year before that, in sixth grade," Tim admitted, shrugging until his shoulders hit his ears.

Jason gave him a flat stare. "Moby Dick? Moby fucking Dick? You've gotta be kidding me. And lemme guess, you also thought Herman Melville's masterpiece was a load of crock?"

Tim laughed, but shook his head and waved his hands placatingly. "No, no, no. I only understood, like, every fifth word--so.many.whaling.terms!--and it took me four months to get halfway in only to realize there was no way I was going to finish it by the end of the school year--I ended up skipping to the end and guessing for a lot of the AR test questions--but I definitely got the sense that it was a seminal work and that I was just too young to appreciate it. I've always meant to go back and try it again, but I still haven't gotten around to it."

"Why the hell were you trying to read Moby Dick at the age of twelve?" Jason asked incredulously, leaning back in the chair and taking a long sip of his coffee.

"Eleven, but, ah, well, my mom was convinced I had to be The BestTM in everything, so she pushed me to max out my Accelerated Reader level by the end of sixth grade and demanded that I always get the most AR points of anyone in my class, so I read a lot of the 20 point-and-up books." Tim tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I think Moby Dick was 47 points...Rebecca was 25...Jane Eyre was 33..."

Jason stared, shaking his head slowly. "So…what? You're fine with Moby Dick, a romance of the American Renaissance, but a gothic romance of the British Victorian era like Jane Eyre isn't good enough for you? Next you'll try to tell me you think Wuthering Heights is a snooze fest!"

"Well, I mean, I never could get into it, so…"

Jason slammed both hands down on the arms of his chair, incensed. "Okay, Mister, get your butt over here and sit down, we need to have a talk about Victorian Gothic and why, hands down, it is some of the best literature ever written."

Tim laughed again, then bit his lip, considering the offer. He glanced around the nearly empty coffee shop. Then he leaned over the counter and looked out into the lounge--there were exactly four people there and only one of them wasn't completely asleep in their books. Yeah, he could probably afford to humor the man.

He turned to Damian. "Hey, Dames, I'm going to make myself a coffee and take my break. You good to hold down the fort?"

"I told you not to call me that," Damian snapped, but there was no real heat to it; he liked to pretend that he hated the guts of all his coworkers, but Tim knew that he was Damian's favorite. "However, yes, I think I can manage. Go take your damned break, but when you come back I fully expect a rematch in bowling…and don't you dare cheat this time!"

Tim rolled his eyes and groaned, then turned toward trying to coax Ol' 'Spressolino--their affectionate name for the cantankerous espresso machine--into spitting out a double-shot for him. "It's not cheating, but fine, we'll do it your way," Tim replied. "But I'm telling you, you have to buy those rice crispy balls. I definitely don't want to have to explain to Barbara why some of the food on sale looks like it went through the spin cycle in a dorm washer."

Damian grinned smugly. "My pleasure. It will be a small price to pay in order to ensure your swift defeat."

Tim shook his head, grabbed his espresso in one hand and two biscotti off the front counter in the other, ducked under the counter drawbridge, then slid into the armchair across from Jason. He offered one of the biscotti to the other man and Jason accepted the free food with an appreciative smile. He already looked ten times less zombie-like, thanks to the caffiene, and he was honestly pretty damn attractive.

"Okay," Tim said, peeling the wrapper off his own biscotti and dunking it into his bitter cup of joy, "Educate me."

Between sips of coffee and bites of biscotti, Jason began explaining his thoughts on the romantic period of literature, but barely a minute into his lecture, a plastic-wrapped, ball-shaped rice crispy treat about the size of a cantelope whizzed by their feet and crashed into the ten extra-large paper coffee cups arranged in a bowling triangle at one end of the coffee shop, scattering them in a definitive strike.

Jason jumped in his seat and looked around wildly. "What the fuck?"

Tim sighed. "Daaaaaaamiaaaaaaan…"

"Shut up, Drake! I'm practicing. I need to hone my skills and adjust my form so I can thoroughly crush you in our next round," Damian called back. He marched from the counter to the end of the shop to retrieved his plastic-wrapped projectile.

Jason blinked in confusion. "I repeat: what the ever-loving fuck?"

Tim sighed again, then explained, saying, "It gets pretty boring in here during the graveyard shift, so we invented a game, coffee cup bowling. Normally, we'd sleep or study, but Damian finished his exams two days ago and I don't really study for exams, per se-"

"And sleep is for the weak," Damian finished, nodding as he walked past them carrying his sweet, gooey ammunition.

Tim nodded sagely, in agreement. "Sleep is for the weak."

Jason glanced over Tim's shoulder at the coffee cup bowling 'pins' and then over his shoulder at Damian as he lined up another throw. "You guys are insane," he declared.

Tim made a dismissive gesture. "I mean this is my third graveyard shift in a row and Damian here is almost 20 hours into a 24-hour stint. After that much sleep deprivation, you'd lose your sanity too."

Jason tilted his head in acknowledgement. "Fair enough."

"If you want, you're welcome to join us after we finish our coffee and literature talk," Tim offered amiably.

Jason watched as Damian threw another strike, sending one cup so far it landed in the pot of the ficus in the corner, and raised his eyebrows. "You know what…why not." He turned back to Tim with a grin. "I could use a bit of fun before I go back to work on my Native American Lit paper."

"Are you a lit major?" Tim asked curiously.

"I am."

Tim nodded. "That makes sense."

"And you?"

"I'm a CS major--computer science."

"That makes sense," Jason echoed, grinning.

Tim grinned back at him and waved a hand. "Okay, so as you were saying…?"

"Yes, as I was saying…"

Jason continued his little lecture while they continued sipping their coffee and nibbling on the biscotti. When they had finished--the coffee, not the discussion, because Tim was pretty sure Jason would go on for hours about literature once you got him started--they joined Damian in a game of "ten-cup."

It was in the middle of this heated battle of cups and marshmallow-bonded puffed-rice cereal balls that their next customer found them fifteen minutes later. The man, dressed in flower printed leggings and a black hoodie with "Gotham University Aerial Arts" printed across the chest in blue, took one look at them and grinned.

"Oh, hey! Coffee-cup bowling! I love that game! Do you think I could interrupt you guys for just a sec to get some hot chocolate?"

All three of them--the two baristas plus their customer--turned and stared.

"Hot… wait, what?" Jason said, laughing a little. "Man, it's like 4:30 in the morning. Why are you getting a hot chocolate at 4:30 in the morning?"

The man laughed, too, shrugging before he explained, saying, "I don't like tea or coffee all that much, but I just finished a 20 page paper on ethics in police enforcement and I need a pick me up. I need to get my warm fuzzies going again."

Tim rolled his eyes and sighed, moving back toward the counter to get the man his drink. "You're going to end up being the cuddliest cop on the street, Dick."

"You know it, Timmy!" the man--'Dick' apparently--exclaimed, pulling Tim into a bear hug when he made the mistake of passing too close to Dick on his way to the counter. The hug escalated into a full on octopus hug as he lifted his legs to wrap around Tim's hips. Tim, for his part, ignored the grapple, opening the leaf in the counter and hobbling over to the drink bar with the human cephalopod still attached.

Damian and Jason stared. Damian cleared his throat and eyed Dick with poorly disguised interest. "Wait, do you know this man, Drake?"

Tim blinked dully as he turned around, a cup in one hand and a packet of instant hot chocolate in the other. "Yes. He's my brother." Dick made a squeeing noise and nuzzled his head into Tim's neck. Tim sighed. "My adopted brother," he amended testily.

Dick laughed, dropped his feet back onto the floor and stood up. He nearly wrung Tim's neck as he tried to hug him around the shoulders. "Awww, don't be like that, Tim. We haven't seen each other in two whole weeks and I needed my Tim-hugs! Gotta meet my cuddle-quota."

Tim shook his head and handed the hot chocolate back over his shoulder. "You're insufferably, insatiably clingy when you're this tired, Dick. Go home and sleep."

Dick finally released him to take the drink. He took a sip of the hot chocolate, sighing in appreciation. "Thanks, Tim, and yeah, but, only if you do the same. You're just as bad as me when you haven't slept, if not worse."

"Can't. Working," Tim answered curtly, vaulting the counter to escape before Dick's grabby hands could reach for him again. His brother wasn't wrong; Tim was always up for a good cuddle after a long stint without proper sleep, but he didn't like public displays of affection.

Dick took one look at the nearly empty coffee shop, the three of them, their game, and then laughed out loud. "Ahhh, the days of getting paid to drink coffee and make up games at 4:30 in the morning. I kind of miss it."

"Would you care to join us," Damian asked abruptly. Dick brightened.

"Absolutely!"

And so that was how the four of them ended up bowling for empty coffee cups with rice crispy treats the size of spaghetti squash while blasting ABBA’s greatest hits--Dick's terrible, wonderful idea--until the sun rose and their shift ended, at eight AM.

By the time the four of them walked out the door, Dick was trying to convince Damian to join him in the aerials gym before breakfast, and Damian, clearly eager to do anything with the handsome college senior, accepted readily. Jason and Tim, on the other hand, were back to discussing literature over coffee--now focused on the merits and downfalls of contemporary science fiction and fantasy as an art form--and making their way to the East Campus Dining Hall, so they could continue their discussion over breakfast.

Tim snorted softly as he listened to Jason list all the ways Dune defined an era of sci-fi/fantasy, then smiled at the way Jason took his hand--without seeming to realize it--to pull him forward after the crosswalk light changed out of Tim's line of sight. Oh, yeah, this one was totally gay/bi/pan and he was definitely asking him out the minute he saw the opportunity, Tim decided.

He smiled. Who would of thought he'd come out of last night's graveyard shift not only having seen his demon coworker and his older brother hit it off--of all things!--but having met someone for himself too! He laughed, thinking, you never know what crazy things you might see, or the people you might meet, at the campus coffee shop at 4 o' clock in the morning!

#my writing #christmasriverswrites #jaytim #dickdami #tim and damian #pre-relationship #college au #no capes #new for 2020! #barely edited; life is rough right now 🙃

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Some silly idea of JayTim College!au (no cape)

Jason is not a bitter person or a sore loser. But after the midterm exam, Jason believed he saw a small boy sitting in front of him pull some trick during the test, it doesn’t help at all that said boy got the top score.

So Jason confronted him, however Tim just deny it (obviously because he was not cheating, how Jason misunderstood was a mystyrious) and Jason said something about he understand if being rich boy with family issue could make someone do that.

So Tim, being a little shit as he is, just snort and said he did cheat, but Jason have no prove( and will never find one) And He Will Continue To Get The Top Score By Cheating. ( Just to fuck with this overconfident bastard who dare accuse him. Also he’s quite certain he could get the highest score without using any dirty method anyway)

Jason scolded and said he should stop now or else he’s gonna caught him red hand, and he will not get by easily.

Tim just internally crakling at this point and just dare Jason to do so.

I should stop here, but if anyone find this idea interesting and really did weite it, please tag me! I really want to read them! LOL

#tim drake #jason todd #jaytim #silly idea #college!au #no cape!au

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2020 Creator Wrap

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

I was tagged by the lovely @irolltwenties!

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

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I had to go look, because I really don’t check my stats all that often, but guys. I wrote and posted over 111,000 words this year. /o\  I’m seriously astounded, because it certainly didn’t feel like that much (mostly because all of my big projects are still in my docs ;P). I’ve met a ton of great people this year, and look forward continuing to get to know everyone. I don’t really have any big resolutions this year (besides to finish Honest Men 😂) but I have hope that 2021 will be a brighter year!!

(As a side note for anyone who follows these links to a fic they haven’t read yet, please be sure to read the tags. I’m not mentioning any warnings below)

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1) Feelings of Life

What else would I be putting as my #1? XD Honestly, this series still means so much to me. I wrote Safety on a whim over the course of 4 days, and through it I met @feriswheel who is the best beta on the planet, and has become a very good friend. She pulled me into fandom (reading fic is vastly different than talking to people, and I’d never done the second one before then lol) and set me loose on the poor unsuspecting people there (let’s be real. I just lurked and screamed “WHAT DO I DO?!” to her every time someone said hello lmao). This series has a special place in my heart, and I was so happy that so many people liked it too!

2) Redfish

Can I just say holy shit???? This was my “I am ignoring politics in November” fic that was inspired after I bawled my eyes out to Bear’s fic and needed a Free Willy-type rescue op. In no way did I anticipate the level of feedback I received for this, but it made me absolutely giddy to know that it touched so many people, especially since animal cruelty and misunderstood creatures are one of the topics I care a whole lot about. Mandy was also an absolute joy to work with, and the way this fic just came together finally convinced me to put more effort into outlining other projects. XD Who woulda thought? haha

3) Operation Tim

This one started as a “WTF am I supposed to do?” for the casefic prompt for JayTim week, and turned into a super self-indulgent kid fic. I’m still surprised that it’s my most popular fic by kudos, cuz kid fics are one of those tropes that people usually find pretty cringy, but I had a ton of fun writing it. XP It’s angsty and fluffy and I had a blast letting Tim get angry not to mention the revenge on Ra’s in the sequel. It was a bit of a research project too, since I’m not a canon buff and it’s set in a canon divergence AU, but it was really nice to learn some of the smaller details from Snow that wifi likes to gloss over.

4) High-Flying Bird

I’d always wanted to do some kind of urban fantasy AU, and this idea was the one that made me want to participate in JayTimWeek. Building this world and creating background characters like Gerry was just so much fun, and let’s be real, Jason ranting about the lack of standard units of measure is definitely my own pet peeve with most magic potion-type stuff. XD It’s the chemist in me stewing about how everything is different sizes and materials and there’s no specifications!! Anywho, this one was a joy to write during an otherwise very stressful time.

5) Of Souls and Solitude

Last, but certainly not least, my daemon fic. This is probably my least popular fic by both hits and kudos, but it’s only been out for two weeks and is a ficlet, so that’s to be expected. It’s probably my favorite of the fills I did for my promptathon, and it was really interesting to learn about what daemon AUs are (I think I’ve actually avoided them in the past, because I thought it meant demon AU, and that’s not usually my jam). I’m very glad that Bear sent it my way, and I definitely need to read the series that created the idea! It’s just a truly interesting concept (and I got to kill the Joker so, you know, I’m a happy camper XD).

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There’s so many people I could thank for encouraging me and helping me get this far, it would probably double the length of this post and it’s too long already. So instead, I’ll just put out a general, though heartfelt, Thank You. You guys have been amazing, and I look forward to whatever the coming year holds!

No-pressure-tags: @bearly-writing, @silver-snow-77, @themandylion, @generatorcat, @chibinightowl, @elyreywrites, @marudny-robot, @elareine, @glaciya, and I’m gonna stop there before I tag everyone I know XD 

Happy New Year everyone!

#bio talks #2020 wrapped