#jaytim funny

[marsafter-dark]

Ok, boomer.

[95-6qrsk2rx9uq42069nnnnnjthewolf]

i think tim is high maintenance the way a boarder collie or austrialian shepherd is. like you have to make sure they're not only given space to expend energy but you have to specifically let them get the herding instinct out and challenge them intellectually or they start destroying ur home

[necrotic-nephilim]

bruce and alfred: *thinking they managed to tag team jason into staying the night at the manor* 🤡

tim: *just existing as tantalizing eye candy for jason* 😒

jason: 😏

help i love this i'm cackling-

i think it's funnier if Tim also doesn't know and half the fun for Jason is getting to stare down Tim and make Tim wonder what on earth is going through Jason's head. he'd probably assume it's an intimidation tactic, or Jason thinking about all the ways he wants to kill Tim. it's delightful miscommunication of Tim being wary around Jason, always expecting a fight. and Jason damn well knows it, but he does nothing to correct Tim's assumption. He likes seeing Tim tense and ready to throw hands at a moment's notice. Jason just likes seeing what Tim is capable of, knowing how dangerous the little rich kid is. he wants to see how long he can stare before Tim breaks and asks him what his problem is.

and of course, Bruce, Alfred, and Dick are obvious. Cass is curious but not interfering because she just wants to see where this goes. Bruce is so caught up in the happiness of Jason finally playing nice for once pulling his punches and being willing to listen to Bruce that he's overlooking the obvious tension. Jason hasn't actually hurt Tim yet, so Bruce can't get mad for a little staring. he reminds Tim to just not sink to Jason's level.

when Tim does break and he does call Jason out for it, Jason just makes a lewd comment. just to throw Tim off and see how Tim reacts. it sends Tim sputtering and doubting Jason. he calls Jason's bluff and well. we all know how that ends.

[devileyesboy]

A little bit late in this trend I know. But here we go with Tim using Taylor 's dress.

Yeah it's the Nurse!Tim and Crime boss!Jason au.

[sleepymoon5]

Jason calling Tim "Replacement" was first used in Jaytim fanfic, and now it is canon....

[green4allseasons]

The lights to the townhome are mostly out… save for the single lamp in the window. And Jason’s heart warms at the shallow glow because that means somehow he’d known that Jason would be returning tonight. 

Somehow he always knows.

Jason walks the motorbike the final block to the house. The thing is loud, which he usually enjoys. But tonight… he doesn’t want to run the risk of waking any sleeping occupants. So instead, he quietly stashes the bike beside the garage and hoofs it to the front door, pulling out a key that had been made specifically for him. 

He loves the way the townhouse welcomes him home. How, although it belongs to someone else on paper, as soon as he steps through the door it greets him as if he's always belonged there too. 

On the crooked end table with a single glowing lamp, there's a stack of books that he recently finished reading from the library, all long overdue. And his jackets... those are all neatly hanging from the coat hanger while another's lay stale and untouched in an ever-growing heap on the floor. 

Even the fridge is marked with his presence, occupied with tupperware full of stir fry. His recipe... though it had been made by someone else in his absence. 

And technically, he could go to his room. Tim had made sure that he knew that it always belonged to him. Even from the very beginning. 

So at first Jason considers it.  The door’s wide open and waiting for him. And it’s what he usually does when he gets into town late; they’re considerate of each other’s sleep schedule like that. 

But... it’s Valentine's Day. Or it was Valentine's Day, he thinks, looking down at his watch and seeing the short hand point at the 2:00. And while Jason’s not a sap for all that capitalist bullshit, he finds himself teetering on his feet in front of his doorway, side-eyeing his bed that looks so cold and lonely in the dark.

“Fuck it,” he decides, turning on his heels and striding into the room across from his. Timmy might get a little pissy about being woken up but he’d just have to live with it for one night. It’s Valentine's Day, or was… and god dammit if Jason isn't feeling a little sentimental. Sue him.

He sounds a lot tougher in his mind, but his actions tell a different story as he slowly nudges the door open, cringing at the resulting creak of old hinges. Had it always been so loud?

Of course, Tim startles, his eyes blearily opening, the pupils constricting at the sudden light. “Jay?” he asks, “Everything okay?”

Jason feels instantly bad. Like he said, they never do this, not unless something’s wrong. So Tim’s instant concern isn’t totally baseless. Usually they give each other a day to adjust to the timezones and whatnot before inexplicably finding themselves in each other’s beds. Intertwined for however long they're both in town… which isn’t as often as either of them would like. 

“Yeah, all good, just…” Jason pauses, a little embarrassed to say the words out loud. He was really counting on Tim being asleep. And goddammit, the little smile that crawls across Tim’s face makes him want to bury his head in a hole. 

“I didn’t take you for a Valentine’s sort of guy,” Tim teases, that little sleepy smirk so fucking annoying. And yet, Jason feels himself unraveling in ways that he can’t put words to.

He swears, “...Just scoot over, will you?”

Tim lets out a small laugh but opens the covers anyway. Jason’d already showered at his new safehouse so he doesn’t feel bad as he crawls into the sheets. But he doesn’t think Tim would mind either way. 

Tim doesn’t turn around, preferring to face Jason as he lays his head back down. They could only manage to fit a twin mattress in the room so it forces them to shift close. Jason sure as hell doesn’t care as their foreheads touch on their shared pillow. 

And god, if Jason doesn’t feel like a man with his whole world in his hands. Tim’s warmth so all encompassing that slowly he feels the tension in his muscles lessen, unwinding with every breath that flutters against his cheek. Tim’s breath is still minty from brushing, giving away that he’d probably stayed up too late… again.

Sighing, Jason settles his hand on Tim’s cheek, adoring the contrasting sensations of the impossibly soft skin under Tim’s eyes and the rough stubble over his jawline. Just another indicator that he’d been working too hard. 

Ah well, it just means that Jason needs to stay longer this time. 

Jason’s fingers rest against Tim’s jawline before he grips gently, using the leverage to press their foreheads together.

“I missed you,” he breathes, holding back so much more that he want’s to say because it’s late, and Tim’s tired, and he doesn’t get enough sleep these days as is. 

And really? All that Jason wants to say has been said before and can be said again once morning comes.

Jason plans to spend his whole life saying it. A whole life proving how it’s true. 

[bat-play]

person A: ayo I ship this shit-

person B: GASP HOW DARE YOU???!!?!?!?!

person A: -because of this trauma I suffered

person B: OH! omg I'm so sorry babe! I can't tell you how to cope, do whatever you have to do to heal! ❤️❤️ Draw/write/discuss whatever you want! Mental health is very important to me!!

person C: I ship it too, no trauma tho

person B: RRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! KYS KYS DIE

[ragnarokhound]

new tag for ur fic!!

#tim: yeah i can take notorious outlaw Red Hood

#tim: oh you mean like in a fight

#tim: yeah i can do that too

AKDJFHRKSJW THATS REALLY GOOD

[precursorgod]

i bet i could write an otome isekai type fic with jason as the cold duke of the north

[anondudeao3]

Haven't any clue if this will make it into the final draft (honestly, it probably won't), but it's just making me laugh too hard not to share:

"I vividly remember him very specifically saying he wasn't grateful about that," Jason helpfully reminded.

Tim rolled his eyes and sighed. "You don't think they might not feel a little more positively toward us since we compensated—"

"Bribed." Jason interjected.

"—since we bribed them," Tim allowed, without pausing, "and [... spoilers]?"

"...Maybe if we add a fruit basket?" Jason offered, extremely dubiously.

Tim, unfortunately, looked like he thought that was a brilliant idea.

"They're still going to slam the fucking door in our faces," Jason said flatly.

Tim turned back to his laptop, already typing away. "Ah, but would they slam the door on an edible arrangement!"

"Yes."

Tim paused briefly. He resumed typing. "I think you're underestimating the type of fruit sculpture money can buy."

Jason sighed and resigned himself to a clown show full of pineapple and bitter defeat, the likes of which had never been seen before, in his near future.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.

that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.

the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.

i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.

and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.

so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.

[kieran-granola]

JayTim orgasm denial and edging

Tim doesn't know how long they've been at it. How long it's been since he started balancing on the edge of orgasm. The only certainty he has is that he wants to come—No, he needs to come.

"Fuck!" he gasps, yanking on his restraints. “Please!”

Jason's grip on his shoulder tightens in warning. The other man is slick with sweat, his cheeks red with exertion. Short pants fall from his lips as he keeps fucking himself on Tim's cock, his thigh muscles flexing deliciously. He must be just as ready to burst… yet, judging by the silent disapproval in his glare, he's not planning to give Tim what he needs any time soon.

With a desperate keen, Tim scrabbles for purchase on the mattress. He tries to buck up, to bury himself into the hot clutch of Jason's body hard enough to push himself over the edge.

Instead, he cries out in pain as Jason's palm connects with his cheek.

"Stay. Still."

"Please, Jay, please," Tim begs. His cheek smarts but it's nothing compared to the ache in his balls, "I'll do anything, just let me come. I can't—"

"Ask me again, and you won't get to come at all."

Tim lets his head fall back against the headboard with a heavy thud. He closes his eyes and sinks his nails into his palms in a desperate bid for control. Every roll of Jason's hips sends a jolt of pure pleasure up his spine. He feels too big for his skin, drawn tight and seconds away from unraveling at the seams.

Jason lets out a wanton moan, and a tortured whine falls from Tim’s lips. He can't focus. He can't think. He's burning and burning with no relief in sight. He wants to be good — to let Jason use him however he wants to — but he can barely breathe with the effort of holding himself back.

“I can't. I'm sorry, I can't—Please let me,” he babbles wetly, lashes clinging together.

With a growl, Jason takes himself in hand, jerking off hard and fast with his lip caught between his teeth. Tim stares, barely aware of the tears spilling down his cheeks at the continued stimulation.

(Jason's so beautiful. His expression grows tortured as he approaches the edge, but it only makes him look more handsome. Tim can't believe he's allowed to be here, to be the one to bring Jason to orgasm. He wishes he could be his toy, made for nothing but to please him.)

Jason tenses all over with one final moan, and Tim shudders as warmth covers his chest in spurts.

This should be it. He's served his purpose. He made Jason come, and he didn't shoot off without permission, surely this means—

Tim feels Jason relaxing over him, his weight settling more firmly across his lap. He doesn't make a move to pull off Tim's cock, but he's not bouncing anymore. In fact, his body grows lax around the hard length inside of him.

Realization hits Tim like a punch to the gut. Sobs wracking his frame, he starts crying in earnest as his cock flexes.

He made Jason come.

He didn't come without permission.

But he kept asking when he was told not to, and he knows what that means.

He won't be coming tonight.

And he deserves it.

[sleepymoon5]

Jaytim 🤝 Sheith

*being called incest without being adopted/blood related brothers*

[notholaenas]

i just remembered when spotify was trending here my jaytim art was in the first few posts because i forgot if you link a song under your post the spotify # was going to appear there automatically 💀 was minding my own business then JUMPSCARE

[bi-bats]

Okay Chapter 9 of Know Yourself is up!! Here’s the preview as always!

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Tim stared at the stairs for a while after Jason went up them, trying to shove all of his feelings back in the box they belonged in. By the time Jason made it back down the stairs, he was making himself at home in front of the computer.

Jason sort of wanted to smash the thing to fucking pieces. He sank into a brief fantasy where he shot a hole in the CPU and pistol whipped the monitors until he couldn’t recognize a piece of a piece of them, then set all of it on fire. It would be warm like a hearth, heating the Nest while he curled back up on the couch with Tim.

Except Tim would probably never speak to him again, and curling back up on the couch with him was not what he was supposed to want.

But still. The fantasy was nice.

Jason leaned against the corner of the wall by the stairs, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing at Tim. 

“What?” Tim asked. 

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[ragnarokhound]

Trick or treat!! 🎃🍫🍬🍭

Happy Halloween! Spooky season naturally got me thinking about ghosts... which got me thinking about ghost-type pokemon... :^)

When Tim got into this line of work, he'd said to himself it would only be temporary. Something to do while he was figuring it all out. Dropping out of your gym challenge is supposed to be temporary, but sometimes you get so distracted fixing an infamous glitch in the Burnside PC branch that you're scouted at seventeen. What was he supposed to do? Turn down the opportunity of a lifetime just to drag his Alakazam into more battles it hates? He knows he could have gone further, but Tim isn't the most motivational trainer on a good day. It would have been miserable for everyone involved. These days, Alakazam prefers meditating in an easy chair. Which works out, because these days Tim is practically chained to his office desk chair. He still doesn't know why he can't work from home (or from anywhere) because his work is digital, but apparently making yourself irreplaceable is a double edged sword; you must also be available for people to find you so they can talk to you. Tim has had so many conversations that could have been emails. (Babs makes fun of him for this constantly.) Over a decade after the fact, Tim still wonders what his life would be like if he'd pushed through. If he'd said thanks, but no thanks, and gone for his last few badges. Instead, the closest he gets to training these days is the Sinistea he picked up on a fanciful whim, thinking he could make time for it. He's watched his friends' advancing careers from the other end of a television screen, catching Kon's gym battles between code launches and admin meetings. Sometimes he'll see Jason. Not that he's looking for Jason specifically. It's purely professional interest. Crime Alley's gym challenge used to be notorious. Always cast as the villain with a rep for fronting most of the gang activity in the region, it only started to turn around after Jason took over. He'd scowl if you suggest it, but Jason's work with ghost-type pokemon is unparalleled. His work in general is unparalleled. Better programs, better outreach. Tim sees the numbers. Tim's the one who crunches, analyzes, and predicts the numbers. He knows that ghost-, dark-, and poison-type catch and retention rates have spiked in the last five years. And those numbers correlate suspiciously to the bump in trainers completing their gym challenge, trainers whose town of origin is-- wanna take a guess? So, yeah. Sometimes Tim will see Jason on the news, or catch highlight footage of his latest E4 sub-in. His Zoroark is really something else. It is purely professional. Tim was a trainer too, once upon a time. He can appreciate skill and talent in action, and he can maybe wish that he had the time to see it in person more often without it being a huge deal. It doesn't have to be a whole thing. This is what he tells himself on one of his rare days off, minding his own business at a public training ground at the park-- when who does he see but Jason fucking Todd. In the flesh. He can be casual about this. Really, he can. He knows when Jason spots him, because Tim is staring like a moron, and he watches Jason's expression morph from straight-faced, public disinterest to smirking recognition to-- Something he doesn't catch, because that's when Sinistea gets fed up with being ignored, and blasts him in the face with scalding hot water. Under his own loud, pained cursing and Sinistea's whistled scolding, he thinks he hears Jason laugh at him in surprise. Tim's face is hot and red, and he knows it's only mostly to blame on his half-trained ghost pokemon. Oh god, why is Jason even here? He's the only person on this whole fucking continent who might feasibly be busier than Tim. Why is this happening to him? He should have stayed at the office.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)