#Jaykon

[ragnarokhound]

kon and jason form a bond over the fact that both of them have a crush on tim and tim is oblivious about it. they still hate each other, obviously, but it's nice to get drunk with someone who understands, you know? except after nearly half a year of occasionally getting drunk and bitching about tim, they hook up. and then they keep on hooking up. but really they both want tim! which is about when tim walks in on them.

anon. anon i am taking you by the shoulders. this is beautiful to me. do you get how much I love the 'i love him not you, but he's not here and besides, you're the only other bitch around who i'd trust him with /derogatory' and how good that is for jaykon(tim)??? dO YOU??? (the mutual mutual pining. the pact between two people who both know who they're actually in love with. the potential for a True love triangle to form. slow burn in one direction, enemies to friends to lovers in another. i'm feral over this)

The first time it happened, it was completely by accident.

Neither of them could really be held accountable, so neither of them could really blame each other. No matter how much Jason would like to blame the superclone for literally everything that transpired, always and forever, it can’t be helped. There’s no one at fault but good old Jack Daniels. Jason hadn’t even known supers could get drunk, but maybe that’s Kon’s human half at work. Or maybe he laces it with kryptonite dust or neurotoxin or whatever. Jason doesn’t really give a fuck how Kon gets his kicks. He just knows that the two of them are the only motherfuckers who get it— and while that doesn’t make them friends by any means, it definitely makes them de facto drinking buddies. They are united by one thing, and one thing only: a horrific, embarrassing, deeply acute, and likely terminal attraction to one Timothy Jackson Drake. Yeah. They know. One unlikely team up on a mission gone wrong was all it took for Jason and Kon to reach an understanding.

From Tim’s disappointed scowling every time they bickered to the easy way he trusted both of them to manhandle him in the name of the greater good, soon enough, Jason had gone from glaring daggers in the superclone’s direction to trading pained, commiserating looks every time Tim twisted himself into a pretzel right in front of them. Which he did surprisingly often. Jason would call it suspiciously often if Tim weren’t the most oblivious, rizzless dumbass on the planet. He only has game when he isn’t trying. Unfortunately for both Jason and Kon, he definitely is not trying. By the end of that week, Kon had gone from threatening to throw Jason into space to wordlessly offering sad fist bumps every time Tim missed yet another thinly veiled come on. From either of them. (Tim thought they were finally bonding over bad jokes and kept laughing and booing in their faces.) Clown to clown communication at its finest. After the week was up and they were all set to go their separate ways, Jason shot his shot one last time, inviting Tim (and Kon by proxy) out for drinks. Tim politely declined, citing all the paperwork he’d need to fill out for the Titans that Jason had been fully intending to sidestep anyway— like fuck he’s ever touching another incident report in his life— but to Jason’s surprise, Kon took him up on it. The two of them had hit the bar, and by the third round of drinks they were both swapping Tim-stories and finally clearing the air about the finer details of that ass. The rest is unlikely history. Don’t get Jason wrong, they still hate each other’s guts. It changes from bitch-sesh to bitch-sesh, but by the end of the night Kon will have threatened something like snapping Jason’s fingers or lasering his face off, and Jason will have responded with something like an eye roll and asking him if he’d like a hunk of kryptonite to choke on. Only, the first time it happened, too many glasses of whiskey and one meandering walk from the bar to Jason’s closest safehouse later, Kon’s eyes had shuttered, dark and blue and nothing like the eyes either of them actually wanted, and said, “No, but I think I’d like to choke you on my dick. You game?” And, well. What was Jason supposed to do, but grin knife-sharp and mean and say— “I’d love to see you try.”

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

propaganda:

Mainly because they're two hot people who I think should kiss, but I also believe that they genuinely would have a very interesting and complex dynamic together. They both have issues with feeling like they don't belong in their unconventional family dynamics (Jason being in Dick's shadow as a kid and then later the whole thing with him being Red Hood. Kon being a clone of Clark who the latter had huge mixed feelings about and Kon feeling like he'll never be on Superman's level)

They would totally get and understand each other on a deeper level that maybe even their own friends can't quite understand. I think they would totally work and create a really interesting dynamic as a couple

[melodyatlas]

thinking about jaytimkon

specifically in the sense of tim and kon mututally pining but never saying anything to each other, so when jason indicates that he'd be down for a little /stress relief/ with tim that tim jumps on it

cue both of them developing feelings without talking about it, and then kon finds out about jason and gets all up in arms bc "hey rob, i know you bats might be cool about murder attempts and shit, but im not"

so jason and kon get into this big fight (of course jason is fighting dirty and definitely breaking out the kryptonite) and it culminates in them yelling at each other about how the other isnt good enough for tim yadda yadda yadda and tim is like tim.exe stopped working

he ends up having to break up the fight being like "both of you??? really???"

and then he has to deal with trying to date both of them while theyre still at each others throats

[suzukiblu]

If you are still taking requests I would love some Jason Todd!

There's a couple of ways to ID a soulmate, but the traditional–and usual–one is a kiss. Basically any exchange of bodily fluids will do it, of course, but most people kiss way before they get around to fucking bareback and a kiss is also definitely less likely to result in hepatitis than swapping blood with strangers. And, like, it's also more romantic and that tends to appeal to people more even when the involved soulmates aren't actually romantic. Like it's way easier to laugh off that one time you slipped your destined BFF tongue than it is to explain a bloodborne illness to your GP.

So naturally, Jason finds out who his soulmate is by accidentally bleeding all over the guy in the middle of a random stupid throwdown with supervillains in San Francisco.

Also, naturally said guy is Tim's boyfriend who still justifiably hates Jason's ass for all the fucked up shit he's done and said to Tim.

Jason is pretty sure this would count as another reason for Superboy to hate his ass, except the one mercy in this situation is that Superboy was unconscious for their accidental blood-swap, so he at least doesn't know they're soulmates.

The lucky bastard.

Fuck everything, Jason thinks, and then resolves to never think about it again. Which he doesn't, because even having a thought around Bruce is basically the same thing as handing the bastard a signed confession.

It sucks, admittedly? Like, Jason's not gonna pretend it doesn't suck. He didn't ever think he'd get a coffee shop meet-cute with his soulmate, assuming he had enough of a soul left to actually have one, but he'd at least expected to get somebody who wasn't already dating the brother he's treated worst and who did not, ideally, hate his guts.

Or who at least hated his guts in a sexy way that could result in a nice enemies-with-benefits situation to spice up his sex life and maybe hopefully one day evolve into . . . he doesn't know, frenemies-with-benefits? Or something?

Superboy is not gonna be up for cheating on his boyfriend with said boyfriend's adoptive brother, Jason is very damn sure. For one thing, if he was, Jason wouldn't want to fuck him anyway, much less be his soulmate. Jason is a murderer and a bastard but he is also a ride or die, okay, and he doesn't give a shit what the universe says, there is no damn way that he'd accept a soulmate like that.

Also, like, since the accidental blood-swap went down, now when they get close enough there's an empathy bond going and Jason can absolutely feel how fucking <i>besotted</i> Superboy is by every little thing Tim does and says and just is.

And he can also feel how much the guy hates him.

Jason has never had better control of his pit rage than since realizing that if Superboy ever felt it, it'd be absolutely undeniably obvious what it was and where it was coming from.

It is fucking amazing what a desperate person can get a handle on. Like, really.

Jason went to fucking therapy for this shit. It sucks and he hates it and he wants to burn down the whole stupid office every time, but he's still going every week because fuck forbid he lose control enough that somebody realize something is up.

Jason's self-control is not helped by the fact that Superboy has his own anger issues, but it's not like they get all that close to each other all that often anyway. He very rarely has to worry about Superboy picking up on anything from him. Mostly he just has to worry about not being any worse to Tim than he already has been and making excuses to avoid any situation that Superboy might theoretically pop up in. He has absolutely no designs on fucking up Tim's relationship. Ever.

He guesses he and Superboy could have a platonic bond, admittedly. Like, that's possible.

Except Superboy constantly insists on wearing a painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather and strappy belts and looking like a porn star parody of a superhero, along with regularly smirking like a cocky asshole who just so happens to be the second coming of sin, and Jason has a very difficult time not finding all of that just unspeakably hot, so that seems unlikely.

So yeah, Jason's definitely not telling anyone that they're soulmates. Possibly ever. At least not as long as Superboy and Tim are still into each other and in undeniably perfect romantic love, anyway.

It's not like Jason's waiting for them to break up or something, or for the probably likelier but much more upsetting option that is Tim fucking dying. He's a bastard, again, but he's not that kind of a bastard.

He really hopes this is just one of those bullshit bonds that don't actually become relevant until the involved bondmates are, like, octogenarians or whatever. Which is not something Jason would've ever expected to want from his soulmate, but Jason also did not ever expect his soulmate to turn out to be Tim's boyfriend, so yeah. Well, life's a bitch and also full of surprises.

It's impossible to always avoid Superboy, all things considered, but Jason usually can, and thanks to Bat-training and his time with the League and just who he is as a person he's very good at keeping his emotions on lockdown when the dude's around without it actually looking like he's keeping his emotions on lockdown. Mostly he just ignores him and acts like he thinks he's irrelevant, and Superboy seems perfectly happy with that.

But again, it's impossible to always avoid him, and they're on the same side and everything, more or less. Jason therefore can't technically bitch about the guy randomly landing in the middle of his rooftop stakeout wearing that cocky asshole smirk of his and also his painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather.

Or he couldn't, except that it is very obviously not actually Superboy wearing all those things. For starters, Superboy never wears that smirk when he's looking at Jason.

For another thing, Jason knows his own damn soulmate when he sees him. Like, he is not actually that oblivious or stupid a person as to not recognize his own damn soulmate.

"Hey, man," fake Superboy greets casually as his boots hit the roof. Jason runs the internal numbers on whether or not fake Superboy has real Kryptonian powers and decides better safe than sorry, then hits the panic button hidden in the collar of his jacket as he turns to fully face him, making the gesture look like an idle adjustment.

"Robin need something?" he asks, cocking his head questioningly. Seems wisest to pretend like he's falling for this bullshit, whatever it is. Especially if Kryptonian powers are currently a concern.

"Naw," the fake Superboy says, his smirk widening crookedly. "This one's an . . . off-the-books social call, as it were."

"Oh, we make social calls, now?" Jason asks dryly, resisting the irrational urge to hit his panic button again. Not actually a helpful urge, that. The thing's already streaming live audio and video to Oracle and the Batcomputer to get everyone in the loop on what the problem is, that's all that matters. Extra hitting would just make it likelier that fake Superboy might notice something.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you, Hood," fake Superboy says as his smirk turns into a wicked grin, and steps towards Jason with very familiar and incredibly unsubtle body language that, again, has never once been directed towards him.

Goddammit.

Well, good thing Jason hit his panic button, because there is no damn way this is ending well. He's never actually used the thing before, it's a recent addition to his gear now that he and the Bats are actually mostly working together again, but he already appreciates said addition very, very much.

Assuming that Bruce is packing kryptonite tonight, anyway.

Fuck, he'd better be.

. . . also assuming that whoever this fake Superboy is happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Or at least currently happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Jason's not sure if this is like a bodyswap situation or a more traditional possession or just a doppelganger or a shapeshifter, but who the hell even knows. Not mind control, he's pretty sure, unless it's the kind that really fucks with somebody's personality. Like, yes, that is Superboy's body language and Superboy's facial expressions and even Superboy's microexpressions, but it's just . . . not Superboy behind any of it. Like, very obviously not.

. . . weirdly obviously, actually. Like, Jason's really feeling the uncanny valley right now.

Ugh.

Well, hopefully this person or thing or weird psychic projection thinks he's fucking stupid.

"Did you now," Jason says, eyeing fake Superboy through his helmet. Schooling his expression doesn't really matter right now, except of course X-ray vision is a thing, so actually never mind, maybe it does. Again: goddammit.

Definitely gonna need to keep a handle on his heart rate here.

"Eh, what can I say, Rob was being a basic bitch again and I got bored," fake Superboy says with a dismissive shrug, which is something Jason would pistol-whip the real Superboy for saying but at least provides him a pretty solid script to go off while he waits for reinforcements to show.

He'd rather be making with the pistol-whipping, though.

[feralmossball]

Jaykon fanart based off of "God forbid I Love You" on AO3

I highly recommend the read (and not just because I wrote it)

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

I like my Jason Todd ships with short men who can top him, or larger women who can also top him

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😈

5 and... jaytimkon??? (For the drabble prompts)

Jpeg fr the things I would do for a jaytimkon from you akfjslajdlaja

-@bi-bats

I haven't drabbled much into jaytimkon territory, but i'll do it for you, beloved <];)

"So how long have you two been married?"

It comes out of Jason's mouth as a joke. Or, at least, he means it as a joke. He expects a scoff or an eyeroll or maybe a besotted smile. He isn't quite sure what to do with the startled look Kon gives him.

"What?" the guy asks, stupidly thick lashes fluttering in abashment. His cheeks go pink and Jason gets the sense he's resisting the urge to fan his face like a scandalized genteel woman.

Jason nods his head towards the door that Tim had just left through after walking in, saying, "Do you-" and promptly getting handed exactly what he needed from Kon without having to specify what it was. It isn't the first time it's happened since the two of them have set up shop at the little basement coffee station - separate, of course, from Tim's regular coffee station up in his living area - waiting for Tim to work his genius.

It's kind of magical the way they operate on the same wavelength - finishing each other's sentences, knowing what the other needs, vollying inside jokes back and forth too fast for Jason to even pretend to keep up. It makes some kind of longing crawl up in his throat. So he teases instead of saying Can I get in on that? Instead of saying Stop doing that before I start uncontrollably sobbing. Instead of saying Who do I have to kill to get me a bitch like that?

Kon stutters out, "We're not- that's- why would you-"

"Oh my god, breathe," Jason orders, taking pity on him. "I was messing with you. I just meant that you two practically share a brain. It's kinda freaky. But also...kinda cool."

Kon looked down and shrugged. "Just known each other a long time. Lotta missions, lotta near-death experiences. Watching Santa get blown up together probably had something to do with it."

"You- what?"

"It's whatever." Kon waves a dismissive hand through the air. "We're close, but - I dunno. You bats have something else entirely going on. I'm sure you understand him better than I do."

"Oh, come on," he can't help but protest. "Just 'cause we're both bats doesn't mean we have some kinda psychic connection. If we could communicate the way the two of you do, we'd all beat each other up a lot less."

"No, seriously," Kon insists, face open and imploring in a way that makes Jason want to cover him with a blanket so no one else can catch him like that. "Sometimes I think he's the alien, but then I hear how he talks about you, the way all of you guys work together, and it's- it's a little cult-y, but it's also really cool? Like you guys have a secret language. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's been obsessed with you for, like, ever, so there's kind of that hero worship thing going on, and you're actually smart enough to keep up with the stuff he talks about and-"

There's something in Kon's voice that tickles the back of his brain, something between He talks about me? and 'Batclan Cult Allegations.' It sounds stretched thin and bittersweet and tense. The pieces fall together faster than he can relegate them.

"Wait a minute," he interupts. "Are you jealous? Of me?"

The idea is bizarre, absurd, unthinkable. It makes a little bird flutter around in his stomach, but he isn't sure whether that has more to do with the lovely, mysterious creature in the next room over or the goregous, good-natured creature in front of him.

Kon shrugs again, refusing to meet Jason's gaze. "Who wouldn't be?"

A warmth surges in his gut, rushing to his palms in a way that makes him want to reach out and share the heat. He puts several years of laborious therapy to use and decides to take a chance.

"And here I was, all green with envy over watching the two of you together."

And once those ethereal blue eyes lock onto his, Jason can't look away.

"Maybe if we put our heads together," he continues, hoping Kon can hear all the things he isn't saying as well, "We can parse out what the hell Tim is talking about all the time, 'cause I don't have a fuckin' clue."

The laughter that earns him sounds like bells. And when Tim walks in and asks, "What's so funny?" the two of them share a knowing look, something just between them.

[thecowboymouse]

Taking DC fic requests

Wanted to come out here and say that I will be taking any and all fic requests revolving around the DC fandom

You can suggest any ship, character, or prompt and although I will try to do as many as I can, I can't guarantee that I will do every single one

I prefer mostly smutt, but I will also be accepting angst, fluff, etc. and almost nothing is off the table. You can suggest some dark/disgusting prompts to your hearts content. You can suggest the most terrible disaster happening to your fav, or the most tooth rotten fluff

[its-queen-panda-bear]

I know im late to the game but as someone who did read your god forbid I love you fic, I was wondering if the wip is a fourth chapter? Might we get a peek?

You know I was actually waiting for someone to ask this GSJSVSKSHS

Yes, the wip is actually a 4th chapter for the fic! Ik I have it marked complete but I actually have the whole plot laid out for it originally but then I got hit with terrible writer's block and I didn't want to disappoint people in case I abandoned it, so I ended up leaving it where it was on the 3rd chapter since it seemed like a good enough stopping point

My plan is to have at least 2 chapters done in advance before continuing posting it again to avoid having people wait a long time for updates

As for a peek, here ya go :3

[ladytauria]

JAYKON SOULMATES !!!!!! Thoughts??????

Ah, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this shsjhdjd It’s been rotating in my head since you sent it tho lmao

My thoughts are that that’s FANTASTIC but to get more specific—

(I had these formatted as bullets but they didn’t copy over & I’m on mobile & don’t feel like messing with it. Should read fine still though, I think.)

Thinking about Jason dying without a soulmark, only to either wake up with one or develop one during Lost Days. And of course he’s disgusted, because it means his soulmate is a child. And he’s angry, because why should a soulmate be stuck with him? And he’s upset, because he always wanted a soulmate, and this feels like more mockery from the universe.

Thinking about Kon who doesn’t want to wait to find his soulmate, who isn’t sure it’s even possible FOR him to find his soulmate, with the universe as big as it is, who maybe even isn’t keen on the idea of soulmates because, eugh, who needs them? He has his best friends and that’s enough for him.

Then, hm, thinking about this happening some years after Titan’s Tower. Tim spends time with Jason on a pretty regular basis, so when Kon visits Tim in Gotham, he ends up running into Jason… pretty often.

At first they butt heads. Kon hasn’t forgiven him for the TT incident or the other things Jason’s done and Jason isn’t one to just roll over and take it when someone snarks at him.

And then I’m split after that… I have two thoughts on how it could go:

A:

After a few too many times of getting kicked out of Tim’s apartment, though, they learn to tolerate each other.

Except tolerating each other becomes actually enjoying each other’s company?? They find a kindred spirit in the other; Kon finds Jason is passionate and kind of charming, when he wants to be. And Jason finds Kon is insightful and sweet. And of course, they already knew they shared a sense of humor, but what WAS an unfortunate commonality becomes fun… and maybe the bane of Tim’s existence.

I’m thinking Jason sees Kon’s mark first. He keeps his under wraps, not even admitting that he HAS one. Seeing its mirror on Kon’s skin is mind blowing. He has to excuse himself so he can take time to process, leaving Kon perhaps to wonder what he did wrong.

Meanwhile Jason is re-evaluating everything he thought. He spent so long telling himself he COULDN’T have something, first lamenting it, then just. Flat out refusing to think about it. That seeing that he maybe, possibly COULD… he doesn’t know how to deal with that.

Unsure if Kon tracks Jason down, if Jason finally calls Kon, or if Tim/Cassie/Bart meddle. (Could be fun for Tim to have known and set them up on purpose before going hands off, but IDK.)

Regardless, they do meet up again & talk about it… which probably actually turns to fucking about it because why talk when you can fuck?

B:

Thinking it comes to a head when Kon shows up while Jason is in the middle of getting treated by Tim. Jason usually keeps his soulmark under wraps; not even admitting that he has one, but the injury leaves him no choice. He swore Tim to secrecy before he would even let him at it.

Kon happens to see it—and the immediately leaves.

Tim definitely has seen Kon’s mark before, because I don’t think he was shy about it, lol. So he knows why, but he doesn’t want to just blurt that out to Jason.

So instead he reassures him, tells him that he’ll talk to Kon about it, tell him not to say anything.

(Jason, catastrophizing: “Oh, fuck, it’s Jon, isn’t it?” Tim: “No, Jon was born before you came back to life.”) <- actually I’m not sure of that math, but IDC.

*Eventually* Kon shows up at one of Jason’s safehouses. Jason cussed out Tim for telling Kon where to find him before opening the door—*could* have a cute moment where Kon is like, “I followed your heartbeat” because he’d memorized it without meaning to. (Jason would probs then call him a stalker, and they’d banter before Kon remembers why he’s there.)

I don’t think Kon would bother with much explaining? Maybe he’d try, stumble over his words, and then just huff exasperatedly before showing Jason his soulmark.

Jason of course is left speechless. Maybe assuming the worst, that this is some kind of trick or that Kon is playing with him. It COULD easily get heated enough that Kon has to leave and then JASON is the one having to track Kon down.

In which case it would be SO cute to have Jason do one of those 80s romcom dramatic ‘win them back’ things.

But anyway.

At some point Jason and Kon sit down and Jason explains why he reacted the way that he did & the two of them agree to get to know each other as friends before anything else.

(Although it’s also very possible that if things get heated enough they just end up having sex shskjdk but—)

Oh, and ofc there’s option C:

Their constant bantering turns to hate sex, and Kon or Jason sees the mark at some point, and it proceeds like in one of the other two.

[002yb]

Your Last ask?????? The konjay feelings hit me hard. Dick is gonna be pissed at me but i kinda really wanna see Kon fucking Jay. Like this half alien half human superpowered love machinr is too much? How can anyone resisr him, hes even more flirty than Dick and ugh, Jason is weak to blue eyes. Which kon is very smug to find out and use to his benefit.

(Dick and Tim looking longingly bc that should be them)

A shiver chases up his spine as Kon bears down on him, a low gasp shuddering helplessly past his lips in the wake of unexpected gentleness. Jason doesn't know what he was expecting when they fell into bed together, but it certainly wasn't this: the tickle of Kon's nose along the cut of Jason's jaw, the soft brush of lips pressed to his neck and the reverent sighs breathed over suck marks - red and blue and aching.

This was supposed to be a pity fuck, a mutual rebound and if nothing else, something to lord over his replacement's head.

Instead, it's this. It's Jason losing his breath over how Kon treats him nice - like Jason is someone special. It's a tight feeling in his chest when he realizes that 'someone' is the brother Kon will never have. It's not being bothered because Jason is used to being used; its not like he isn't doing the same to Kon.

It's witnessing one of the strongest men in the world crumple at the hurt of a broken heart. Missed chances, lost opportunities, and laughable dreams.

'You dodged a bullet,' Jason could say, but he knows from his own unrequited feelings that the consolation means nothing. The heart wants what it wants. Sometimes Jason believes his [heart] simply wants to hurt.

Maybe that's why he's here, ready and willing to be a replacement for the replacement. Maybe it's why he stays despite knowing that nothing is going to happen.

Kon goes through the motions, but Jason isn't a fool. He can feel how Kon's kisses feel like grimaces pressed to Jason's skin, how slow love bites pull away to a reluctant grazing of teeth. Jason wants to tell him to stop because this pity rebound fuck clearly isn't doing anything for either of them, but Kon's gentleness is a novelty that steals Jason's breath and ties his tongue. Despite everything, this is the closest to being loved Jason has been in too long and he selfishly clings to it - taking even scraps.

And Kon persists because his affections have nowhere else to go. He's heartbroken, cheated. He holds fast to Jason with hands that shake, tries to love him like the boy he'll never get to have.

It's a feeling Jason understands well. Where Jason has had two lifetimes to get over his own unrequited feelings though, for Kon it's a first. If only because of that kindred hurt, Jason blinks through the burn in his eyes and stops Kon from going further. Stops Kon from hurting himself in the ways Jason has learned to cope.

He holds Kon's head to Jason's stomach, fingers threaded through his dark hair. The way Kon falls into him, forehead pressed to Jason's naval and arm coming around Jason's waist to pull him close makes his heart ache. It's a kindness Jason has dreamed of and he breathes slow to hide the way it makes his breath hitch.

Maybe it's not in the same way, but Jason is used to being a consolation prize; he's familiar with the sting of being a fallback, a second thought, not enough. The difference here is that unlike Kon, Jason never had an 'almost.' Not like this. Jason has experienced similar enough rejection though and it hurts even still, so he holds Kon tighter and waits with him until Kon can find the nerve and mettle to move on.

[azol-otl]

surprise self-rec time! pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics

Hahaha, I did one of these not too long ago but luckily for me I've posted several fics since then.

In no particular order a few of my favorite fics (that I didn't choose last time) are:

Oh Briar Rose, How You Entice Me So: This fic, this fic I loved writing. Tim is so unwell in this and I loved writing it. I was finally able to write him having a Shinji Ikari moment and it was a blast.

Marking Time 'til the Set Ends: Not the first time I wrote a less popular pairing but the first one I posted. As an ex-marching band kid I had to try my hand at writing them. The goal going in this was "casual loser teens being casual relationship loser teens" and I think I got it.

The Twink Death of Timothy Drake: Okay so I wrote this in a frenzy and it's like...one of the only one of its kind. I just really wanted a fic with a fat Tim Drake and I had to do it myself. I actually really like this fic and am still struggling with writing chapter 2 (note to self, don't start a chaptered fic before a game you are really looking forward to comes out) but it's on its way.

[cheetahleopard]

(Vampire) Jason got kryptonite fangs but now it's buting him in the ass because he can't kiss his new boyfriend

AHHHHHH This is literally so tragic, so sad. They can't make out sloppy which is so antithetical to their nature 😭😭😭

I'm imagining Jason went to help Kon with a case involving a kryptonian plant or smth and he got attacked or ingested it and it made him have kryptonite fangs and so it's a curse borne of their own hubris with this case ! And now they can't kiss sloppy style and Jason can't go down on Kon and it's so saddddd ahhhhhhhhh

Also (from our DMS)

I like Jason hissing threateningly at Clark that if he has to go another week without his boyfriend's tongue down his throat he'll rip Clark's throat out with his new teeth

Jason, storming up to Clark: something from your planet changed me. Fix it. Now. I need to be able to make out with my boyfriend sloppy style or we'll DIE

[melodyatlas]

hmmmm jason/kon isn't the rarest of rare pairs but considering they're like 90% of my brain at this point it FEELS to me

i think my threshold for rarepair is different from people who actively ship pairs with like <10 fics but i'd still consider this to be a rare pair lol

and im soooo with you on this!! i love love love jaykon, i think they're so underrated

it is another one of those ships that i think originates from their relationships with tim, but its not one where i necessarily think tim needs to be involved past that (not that i dislike jaytimkon cause thats good too, but thats just not what we're talking about here)

but yeah, i think kon would start out with a super negative opinion about jason bc of his history with tim, but would also respect the fact that tim does still work with jason, so he would work with him when he really has to, but he would totally be a bitch to jason the whole time

and jason would just. find that mildly confusing but also hilarious, bc to him- what the fuck has he ever done to piss off superboy? but its fun to snip back at him and even tho he can tell kon is serious, jason is just having a good time with the banter

and when jason finds out that kon hates him bc of what he did to tim, its this ".... are you serious?" moment, bc he never actually tried to /kill/ tim and tim works with other people who actually did, and also jason and tims history barely registers as a blip on tims radar so jason really thinks kon needs to get his priorities in order.

just- jason purposefully seeking kon out when it makes sense, push to push his buttons about the whole thing. and it works kon up like nobodies business and it takes him Entirely too long to realize that his anger at jason has tempered into a mild annoyance at worst and that he falls right into their banter without blinking an eye

they end up so comfortable with each other without ever meaning to cause it was just supposed to jason pissing kon off on purpose but now they like ??? have this casual ease between them when they end up working together on big stuff which confuses the hell out of everyone around them.

theres just something about relationship that start off on the wrong foot, because you aren't worried about what that person thinks of you, you can really be the truest version of yourself without fear because their opinion cant go any lower. and that trueness to ones self lends super well to making connections without even meaning to

alternatively, i also love the idea of them starting off hate fucking and then the ease comes naturally from them spending time together bc of that. it would still take both of them an embarrassingly long time to realize when things get more serious and/or domestic bc theyre still bitching and bantering the same as they were when they were being purposefully antagonistic towards each other lmao

[suzukiblu]

got hit with such a bad headache and sore throat today but wip wednesday is here to save the day! For the game, how about "I love you too", cuddling, and either Kon or Jason for the character? Or another character/pairing if you've got one you're really excited to write. Dealer's choice on that last one, I can't decide lol.

“I love you too,” Jason says, and Kon drops his head back over the back of the couch and sighs, not even bothering to move the arm he has hooked around the back of Jason’s neck or take his boots off the other’s coffee table. 

Welp, so much for ever getting to do this again, he notes resignedly. 

“Was that a Bat-deduction, or . . .?” He trails off, because the question’s really pretty useless anyway. He was really counting on Jason’s self-worth issues to help him avoid ever having to have this conversation, though, given what his own self-worth issues have been doing to his brain about it and all, and–

. . . wait. 

“Wait,” he says, and blinks up at the ceiling. “Did you just say–” 

“Yes,” Jason says, rolling his eyes and then tipping his own head back against his arm to slant him a wry look, and then repeats: “I love you too.” 

“. . . oh,” Kon says, and grins kinda stupidly at the ceiling instead.

Okay. Maybe he will be getting to do this again, then.

[daemoninwhiteround2]

Jason wakes up from being knocked unconscious and he's not in the place he last remembers being. Not good but not terribly unusual in his life. What is unusual is that he's naked, collared, fucking Superboy is equally naked and collared on top of him, they're joined by the world's shortest leash. Oh, and Tim's watching from an armchair. So, that's happening.