Posts tagged jaytim
Posts tagged jaytim
Uh, is it where he’s like red hood?
If I remember right, hoodlum tim was kind of the robin to jasons red hood, and the name comes from either a fic by heartslogos or masteroftherebels I think. I know I read it but I’m not sure who wrote it or where/if it exists anymore. Hope that helped!!
I wrote a few Hoodlum!Tim fics (the name was inspired by a fanartist though so I don’t take credit for that), dunno if that’s what you’re referencing. Here are some links (listed in reading order):
selfless characters loving selfish characters
selfish characters loving selfless characters
me crying in the background
"He’s the album cover to the music in his head."
something I wrote because I can’t stop listening to this
*melts into a puddle of ooey gooey feels*
I want all the fluff forever for these two, this was so light and sweet and just <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
ok so this is actually my favourite tim drake thing ever, like not just panels or issue but just tHING in general
eddie threw a party in titans tower and tim video calls him all mad yeah (ignore his silly face rn i know it’s hilarious but its not what im talking about shhh)
HE ONLY PUTS ON HIS CAPE AND MASK FOR THE VIDEO CALL
HE’S WEARING HIS SOCKS AND UNDIES
HE’S LECTURING EDDIE ALL STERN AND ANGRY AND AUTHORITATIVE AND >:[ BUT SECRETLY HE’S LIKE HALF-NAKED
i bet any time he video calls anyone there’s like a good 75% chance that from the neck-down he’s only wearing boxers and slippers like ugh why change into the whole uniform
So this happened today, and I looked up the word to see if it was real. It was, and I laughed hard at the description thinking, ‘who would so that??’
And then it hit me.
"I learned a thing today," Damian slid his elbows onto the countertop and dropped his chin onto his palms.
Dick looked down at him with a raised brow, but was forced to press himself to the island when a waiter shuffled by. The place was in chaos, and he was lucky his suit had made it through the day intact, and stain free.
"A ‘thing’?" He questioned dubiously.
Damian looked irritated and replied, “A word.”
Dick squinted his eyes. “What kind of word?”
"One that inspires ideas," Damian said, and he seemed content with himself. He’d been pretty bratty lately, so the expression was welcomed.
"What is it?" Dick asked, and Damian, grinning, replied.
"Cha-ri-va-ri." Damian repeated, with an emphasis on each syllable.
Dick was about to ask what it meant when Bruce’s head poked through the doorway, eyes darting about until they landed on the two of them.
"They’re getting ready to leave!" He motioned them out, and Dick tossed a glance to Damian.
"I’ll be there," the kid said gruffly, and Dick patted his head.
"Don’t be late. They’ll know if you aren’t there to say goodbye."
Damian groaned and waved Dick away, watching as he met Bruce with a wholehearted smile.
"Today’s been good, right?" Dick wasn’t really asking, just looking to celebrate. Jason and Tim had finally gotten hitched, and it had all happened so fast. The only thing left was to crowd everyone outside to wish them a good trip.
"So far," Bruce laughed. “I can hardly believe nothing’s gone wrong."
Dick knew what Bruce meant.
Damian had been a grouch about the whole thing. Being named the ring bearer had finally made him snap, though he hasn’t really *acted* out, just mumbled a lot under his breath about just desserts.
And now they were nearly at the end, and Dick could see the light.
Bruce and Dick happened upon a crowd that had already formed. Happy an familiar faces surrounded them, and they all spilled out into the sunlight, joy bubbling out as whispers flooded the throng, saying that Jason and Tim were coming.
An air of anticipation had the group quieting, except for the scuffle of feet. Normal people didn’t hear it, but Bruce and Dick weren’t normal. They were practiced at listening for the unusual, and when they turned head towards the rear of the crowd, they saw Alfred chasing Damian, who was holding a wooden spoon in one hand and a pot in the other.
Dead set and focused, Damian started banging them together, just as Tim and Jason happened into the crowd, laughter and cheers erupting, covering the horrific noise.
Damian banged louder, and Dick watched as Alfred tackled him to the ground, attempting to paw away the spoon.
"Is he…celebrating?" Dick asked, but Bruce was too busy nursing a migraine at the bridge of his nose.
"No." He stated. “It’s that new word of his."
Charivari: a discordant mock serenade to newlyweds, made with pots, kettles, etc.
I AM SO PLEASED THAT THIS CONVERSATION HAPPENED AND ENDED WITH YOU WRITING FIC
Rereading some of the Jason/Tim fics i wrote a while back hoping to rekindle some inspiration. “Despite Everything" just reminded me of all the reasons I love the two of them together so insanely much. ;___;
A/N: Sorry I haven’t been around lately! School is going to be extremely time consuming this semester, and I’ll also be working full time. Here’s a consolation drabble for sticking with me, and as a welcome to new followers! I’ll also be posting a DickTim drabble that is almost finished pretty soon. Those of you wondering, I’m halfway done with the next installment of Dewey Courtship, I seem to be getting questions about that again, so FYI for you. ^_^
Anyway! Here is some G-rated JayTim fun! Can be shippy or not, works either way. Enjoy!
It wasn’t often that Jason crashed at Tim’s apartment, but in recent months, they’d grown to develop a bit of a silent appreciation for each other that satisfied their more basic needs of shelter and food. Tim paid the electric, heating, and water; Jason filled the fridge. There’d been a horridly Robin-appropriate argument about that last part the first couple times Tim had come home to find nothing but beer, Pepsi, and Fritos stocking his shelves, with the occasional pack of fruit snacks here and there. Apparently Jason’s preferred grocery shopping destination was the check out aisle of the local liquor mart.
I WANT. IN FACT. I MIGHT.
Colored version. :D
I really should make another chapter….
YES. YES YOU FUCKING SHOULD. <3
Title: The Road Map to Acceptance
Snippet: He is in love with the freedom found between Jason’s shoulders.
This is the most fucking beautiful thing I have ever read how does your perfect brain exist, Hearts, you are blowing my mind you wonderful creature I want to just live in your head.
Also have this really bizarre desire to make an audio recording of this no idea why
Dedication: masteroftherebels who wanted more, even though it made her heart break :c
Snippet: There is something Tim had to do- something he wanted to do.
OH MY GOSH HEARTS YOU WROTE MORE I AM SO HAPPY
It’s gonna kill me waiting for the fallout, oh my gosh, and Jason! What will Jason think!??! *dies*
Soooo, first off:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE!!!!! <3 <3 <3
You are precious and will always be a Robin no matter what the evil demons at DC say.
Second, I saw THIS headcanon from cleromancy the other day in the jaytim tag and couldn’t stop myself from writing it, I hope that was okay!!!
Enjoy! (this is unedited so when I get a chance I’ll go back through and make corrections)
The first time it happened, Tim nearly had a heart attack from the shock. They hadn’t been dating long, still somewhat on a trial and error sort of basis—after all, with all their history, even they had reservations over whether they’d work out together—and Tim was relatively irritated because they had a date planned for tonight, and Jason was covered in oil and grime from working on his bike and guns when they were meant to already be driving.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KRIS!!! 8DDDDDDD
I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been stupidly busy these past couple weeks with school and work. I was going to write something completely different but then I was inspired by THIS gorgeous picture by Ailea and had to run with it (every time she draws them like that, I get ideas for Hoodlum!verse). This is actually the first of two parts but I didn’t want to wait to post it so you’ll have to wait a bit for the second part.
I hope you like it, bb!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 And Happy Birthdayyyyyy!!!!
Tim’s eyes flicked to the side to see Jason’s expression reflected in the mirror, an amusing mix up of both judgment and approval. Opting to ignore the statement, he turned his attention back to his eyes, smoothly drawing a razor sharp line of deep blue eyeliner across the edge of one eyelid, tweaking the corner up on the outside, down on the inside, to create an exotic tilt that would androgenize his face more fully.
“I mean, not that I’m complaining, because the view is A-grade material, but again?”
So I mentioned before that this request was warring with my personal headcanon of Jason. I don’t see him as a possessive person, I think he would be confident in a relationship that he is enough to keep his lover faithful. However, this little drabble is my compromise on that. Hope you enjoy!
Tim paused, raising an eyebrow at Jason, sprawled out on the tile floor of the kitchen wearing nothing but boxers. “Hello to you, too,” Tim snorted.