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It’s more like he’s got this thing for Tim and Tim’s always loitering by the art rooms because of Steph, and one day it’s like WAY too obvious that Jason’s hangin’ around just to watch Tim chillin’ and so when Tim walks out Jason grabs the nearest thing to him and it’s a sketchpad.
Tim eyes him. Then he’s like, “Ah, okay, sure,” and goes straight back into the art room and plops onto the stool to model, and sighs and says, “It’s ‘cause you see Steph using me all the time, right?”
Jason can’t risk showing his cards, so he’s thinking, valhalla, it’s a great day to die and freaking pretends Tim’s right, and spends over an hour hunched over the sketchpad, sweat beading his brow, chewing at his lip, nostrils flaring; and when Tim finally gets up and walks over, all Jason’s got is a stick figure.
Jason thinks, Welp. This was definitely one of your dumber ideas.
BUT TIM, bless his soul, still hasn’t figured Jason out. When he sees Jason’s dejected sigh, he assumes it’s Jason being disappointed in his work.
“I, uh, really like how you did the hair,” Tim says.
Jason’s like, oh god. “I can’t,” he states because literally, he cannotcontinue this ruse. His pride is a delicate thing and his stick figure is fucking side-eyeing him into oblivion.
“You can’t give up on your dreams.” Tim’s lower lip quivers.
“No, I mean,” Jason tries honesty out for the first time in his high school life. “I legitimately only came here for you, so-”
“Then we can meet up more often!” Tim says, very seriously. His eyes do the anime thing, where they wibble and gloss over, and that’s how Jason knows how serious he actually is. “The more you practice, the better you’ll hone your style!”
Jason blinks, owlishly. “Wait. What?”
Tim says, “I was offering to model for you? After classes? I mean, it’s super flattering that you wanted to draw me…?”
And that’s how Jason walks into the biggest lie of his seventeen years of existence.
They meet Mondays. They meet Wednesdays. Sometimes Tim waves at lunch and Jason runs into trash cans because he’s not paying attention to where he’s going.
After a while, Roy discovers the sketchbook. “Christ, my guy. Why’s he got three eyes?”
“Because I couldn’t figure out where-” Jason tries, only to give up moments later. “Ugh, just give it back.”
“Does he really have twelve abs?”
“Roy. I swear to-”
“Okay, okay,” Roy leans forward. His lips curl deviously. “Jay-Jay,”he hums. “Myman.”
“What.”
Roy poses, sprawling himself across the cafeteria table. “Draw me like one of your creepy stick figures.”
Jason chucks a pencil at him.
Obviously, one day,Jason will be forced to come clean.
Tim will have…a look. An unexpected look, as Jason fumbles through trying to explain why the hell he went along with it for so long (three weeks, two days, to be exact).
Tim will say, “Well…I kindaguessed?”
“You…youknew?” Jason is aghast. Offended. His palm splays across his chest, where he feels his heart go hahahayou’re an idiot against his ribs. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”
Tim opens his mouth. Pauses. Purses his lips.
Jason throws his hands to the sky. He wants to ask why, but it looks like it’s going to rain, and if he asks “why” and it rains, he’ll definitely think some higher power is getting a kick out of ruining his life.
Instead, he squints his eyes, squares a look at Tim, rips his sketchbook open, and shoves it towards Tim as if to say look at this. LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.
“I’ve been drawing fucking cryptids for WEEKS!” Jason yells.
Tim laughs.
Jason groans.
Tim asks, “Do I really have twelve abs?” as he slowly pulls up the bottom of his shirt, like he wants to check.
Jason’s slack expression indicates he’s given up. “Yeah.” he states. “They look great with your third eye.”
It starts to rain. The splatter on cars sounds a lot like laughter.
Tim seems unaffected, all dew-dropped and sun-kissed as he tries another tactic. “Do I have a boyfriend?”
When Jason mumbles, it sounds an awful lot like a “Yes.”
Find this chapter here on Ao3. Pairing:JayTim Summary: Unbeknownst to Tim, Jason falls unexpectedly hard for a college kid that lives off brie. or The slow-build Stolen Kisses prompt wherein Jason needs a tutor and Tim miraculously finds the time to pencil him in. Author’s note: You know, my entry for the Feb JayTimWeek that turned into 25K+ words (and still going??). The biggest hug to @tanekore who is the most patient and supportive being on this planet, who did an art for this and has been holding onto it for an eternity. I still have a few chapters left to write, but in terms of posting…it was time.
Chapter 1:
“What’s the what?” Tim asked, propping his phone between his shoulder and chin. The class was packed and he struggled squeezing behind other students to get to an empty seat.
“If I’m on a building that’s thirty feet tall and the width of the street below is twenty feet wide–”
“What?” Tim interrupted again, just before bumping into a girl by accident. The hall was pure chaos, and Tim barely had a chance to offer her an apologetic smile before scrambling to claim an empty chair a few feet away. “Where are you?” he asked against the cool screen of his smartphone. “I mean – thirty feet tall? In Gotham?”
“Tim, ix-nay on the erd-nay – it’s a simple question. If the building is thirty feet tall–”
“Uh,” Tim interrupted, rifling through his pack in an effort to find his pencil bag. “I hate to break it to you, but no building in Gotham is thirty feet tall,” he countered, his voice nearly lost to the dull roar of the lecture hall – the place was a boisterous haze of mid-semester dread. “It’s an architectural thing. Each floor does have, like, a ten foot standard but you’ve got to calculate the interstitial space, and—”
“Tim,”Jason said, half-serious. “Timbo-yo-himbo. Timbo-Slice . You’re making this way too complicated.”
Author:Ladelle Comments: Holy bananas, I was not expecting to have so many people enjoy this story. Thank you so much for the notes and feedback on Chapter 1, and for all of the amazing comments left on Ao3. I still haven’t decided on a posting schedule; I’m working on the last chapters now and I need to make sure I can come back and add a few details here and there if I need to, for flow. Tumblr Chapters:One|Two
Chapter 2:
The next two days were indistinct blurs.
Tim half-remembered the corporate brunch, from which Bruce had made him promise to take leftovers home. He’d nearly missed the subway stop for college and had stumbled in late to an afternoon lab; he hadn’t trusted himself to do anything that took too much precision, and his partners had gladly agreed to mix chemicals in his stead.
Dinner consisted of coffee and the college café’s last bagel, and Dick had dropped by to give Tim a lift to Wayne Manor, where a Family Meeting™ told them to stop running into each other on patrol; and, in a direct attack to the dark circles under Tim’s eyes and his very loud and grousing stomach, Damian had dropped a box of protein bars into his lap.
“Charitable giving,” he’d said with a scoff.
Tim had countered with, “One day you’ll be old enough to file it on a tax return.”
Pairing:JayTim Chapter Summary: Jason attempts to woo Tim. Meanwhile, Tim has conveniently forgotten the night before. Author Notes: I’ve been suffering through a bit of block lately but I’m hoping posting another chapter will get me amped up. I hope everyone enjoys! <3
Chapter 3:
It struck Tim as surprising when he realized he’d been invited to one of Jason’s safehouses – one he didn’t know about. It opened a whole new train of thought, one that flickered between the odd sensation that he felt like he knew Jason, to the offputting idea that maybe he didn’t.
More than that, Tim felt a deeper stir of emotion at having been let in; after all, he’d figured out the other safehouses on his own. This location had been gifted.
Repeating the directions to himself, Tim biked familiar roads until they tapered to dirt, following hardened tracks as they wove together, shaping paths between buildings in Gotham’s warehouse district. Streetlights rhythmically prodded at the darkness and Tim followed the bursts of light like breadcrumbs, hoping he wouldn’t run into trouble – it was quiet, and Tim was paranoid enough to know that silence in dark places rarely spelled safety.
Tim’s caution battled with something else: the inexplicable yet heartfelt certainty that Jasonandsafe were two words that seemed interconnected. Jason was smart and wouldn’t choose a location that put him or his secrets at risk and Tim trusted Jason, which made the shadows less ominous.
Tim’s imagination wandered as he pictured Jason following this same path to get home, hitting the same bumps in the road, squinting under the same spills of lamplight. Tim’s eyes caught holes in the chain-linked fence, some big, some small; he thought for a moment that he might be able to memorize them, that he might want to, that this place was new – a darkened corner of Gotham he’d never thought to explore.
The engine of Tim’s bike revved heartily, echoing when he pulled into the lifted doors of a loading bay. The lights inside were dim; Tim guessed to avoid any attention from anyone passing on the freeway, which had an overpass that overlooked the area. Tim followed the detailed instructions that Jason had left him earlier; he entered the code to close the doors, set their alarm and doffed his helmet, holding it between his good arm and ribs while looking around.
Six cars, a few bikes – two of which were either half taken apart or half put together. Stacks of tires lined the wall and Tim couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, wondering if the vehicles had been salvaged or stolen.
“You’re late,” Jason said, and Tim’s head fell sideways, catching sight of him.
“You should talk to your HOA about the lighting out there,” Tim stated, abandoning his helmet to a worktable. “I could barely see the road.”
Jason, who stood atop a mezzanine in the far corner, leaned forward so that his elbows pressed against the railing. Behind him, an open door offered a flood of light. “That’s because there is no road.”
Read this chapter on Ao3! Pairing:JayTim Author’s Notes: I meant to post this last week but I got sick - boo! Sorry about that! Thank you for all of the kind comments, likes, and reblogs! You all are the absolute best. Hope you enjoy this next chapter!
Chapter 4:
It was half past midnight when Roy slouched backwards against his chair, rolling his head back dramatically. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
It was enough to draw Tim’s attention from the couch, where he sat cradling one of Jason’s laptops. He’d borrowed it an hour or so earlier, intent on reading through all of the end-of-day reports he’d missed from WE.
“Too bad,” Jason replied, flinging the bow’s cracked cam piece at Roy’s unguarded chest. “It’s not going to fix itself.”
Even though Tim’s energy had been focused on stocks and upcoming company projects, he’d occasionally glanced over to the dining room table where Jason and Roy had decided to work. The night’s goal seemed to be re-wiring Roy’s bow, and due to the fact most of the replacement supplies were in the bay, they hadn’t made much progress.
“It ain’t gonna work even when it is fixed,” Roy said, tilting backwards in his chair. He’d caught the cam as it’d fallen to his lap, and now lifted his head in order to flick it back Jason’s direction. “Tension’s all wrong.”
Tim watched Jason catch the disk with both hands before setting it onto the table with a snap. A moment later, he kicked the leg of Roy’s chair, which sent Roy scrambling to keep his balance while yelling an offended, “Oi!” Jason’s direction.
Sliding an elbow forward and onto the table, Jason simply sighed before balancing his chin on the upturned palm of his hand. He delivered Roy a questioning smirk and said, “Don’t tell me it’s past your bedtime?”
For a moment, it looked like Roy might stay annoyed, but Jason’s slow smile seemed to give him life. “Why? You got somethin’ more fun to do?”
Tim filled the small gap of silence with loud clacking, his fingers dancing across the keyboard rhythmically. As the report came to life in front of him, he saw Jason’s gaze shoot his way in his peripheral vision. It only lingered for a moment, and that was because Roy made a sudden, sharp sound that evolved into a wistful sigh.
Author:Ladelle | Drabblemeister Pairing:JayTim Author’s Notes: I have more in-depth notes on Ao3, but ultimately, I really love this story and am looking forward to finishing it. <3
“Starving,” Tim said, just before leaving his helmet to dangle precariously from the handlebar of his bike. Behind him, the bay door rattled shut, and he took the mezzanine stairs two at a time to make it to the platform. He was running late, and felt guilty.
Jason smirked, just before reaching out. Tim flinched when Jason’s fingers came too close to his face, but it turned out it was his hair that had drawn attention.
“Did I miss a rainstorm?” Jason asked, tugging at a damp curl.
Tim batted his hand away. “You’re not allowed to make fun of me for showering,” he pointed out. “Today was a long day and yesterday was a long night and I deserved it.”
Jason stepped back to allow Tim inside, amused all the same. “The fact you consider bathing a reward…” he let the insinuation linger, unfinished. “You know, most people treat themselves to ice cream after a rough day.”
“Is that an offer?” Tim perked, turning to study Jason’s reaction. The neckline of his shirt was damp, and the cool chill of Jason’s place gave him goosebumps.
At that, Jason smirked. “We could go get some. Or you could have chicken parm. Your choice.”
It was nearly midnight and so the offer only carried so much weight. Ice cream this late meant a pint from a grocery store, and Tim didn’t trust himself not to eat the entire thing in one sitting and have no ‘dinner’ at all. Which, honestly, was typical, but something told him Jason would nag him about it all night.
So, Tim groaned and made grabby hands. “All the carbs,” he said, and his stomach made a dire sound that seconded the request. Jason wasn’t decent enough to pretend like he didn’t hear, and instead interrogated him on what he’d eaten earlier in the day.
Tim wasn’t afraid enough of Jason to lie.
“I can’t believe you’ve survived this long,” Jason said, once he’d planted a plate in front of Tim at the table. It was void of bow parts, so Tim made the assumption that Roy had gotten over his frustration, put his weapon back together and left to finish whatever he’d started.
“Out of everything you know about me,” Tim said, fitting the rest of his comment between bites, “I’m amused you’ve decided to feel most concerned about my hamburger intake.”
Jason was dressed down for the occasion, wearing a loose shirt and shorts, looking like he’d probably showered at some point too. His hair was styled enough for Tim to realize it needed a trim; the hair shaved at the sides of his scalp had grown long enough for the ends to go awry.
“What should I feel most concerned about?” Jason asked, folding his hands into his pockets as he tipped back in his chair.
Tim glanced to the ceiling in thought before downing some water, content that his stomach was starting to feel less like a barren wasteland. His brain chose to meander all possibilities, and while Red Robin seemed the obvious route, he instead replied, “New-hire tour.”
It was unexpected, so Jason puffed a laugh. “What, afraid you’ll get lost?”
If Tim were anyone but himself, he figured that might be a problem; after all, Wayne Enterprises was a skyscraper with multiple divisions, and he only knew all of them by heart because he had a thing about memorizing exits.
“Bruce is with the League,” Tim clarified, twirling his fork to collect pasta. When it completed a loop, he stabbed a square of chicken with it. “Tomorrow’s going to be 100% social exertion, maximum effort.”
“Tomorrow’s my test,” Jason pointed out.
After swallowing his bite, Tim nodded. “If you stumble across questions that you don’t know and start to feel frustration, just imagine me fielding questions like How many cars does Mr. Wayne own? and Is it true, what happened to his parents?”
“You’re not serious,” Jason stated, flatly.
Tim gave him a dead-eyed look that implied he most certainly was.
Jason shook his head in disbelief before opting to pick at Tim’s other comment. “I’m hoping to keep my frustration to a minimum by cementing some things tonight. I had time to kill, so I went through the book and circled the sections that I feel I could use more practice on.”
“Did you print any practice tests?” Tim quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I was halfway through one before you got here.”
Tim turned to look over his shoulder; he saw Jason’s coffee table littered with books and papers and a handful of mechanical pencils. The sight was another reminder of how important this was to Jason, and while Tim didn’t know if he fully understood, he’d somehow come to grasp that Jason had adopted, for lack of a better term, a new lease on life.
Dying had changed him, but that was a stupid thing to be surprised about. Tim hadn’t known Jason before, but he’d seen him; he’d collected clippings and idolized a kid barely older than himself that wasn’t afraid to take on the world.
At the core, Jason was still that boy, but he was hungrier – desperate to do what he wanted in order to make up for lost time. To prove something to himself, really, and as Tim leaned forward onto the table, chin coming to rest on his upturned palm, he couldn’t help but tap his fingers idly on his lips.
He must have been wearing an odd expression, because Jason returned his gaze with a stare.
“What?” Jason asked.
Tim thought to mention what was on his mind, that Jason didn’t really have anything to prove to anyone, but the words caught in his chest and clung to his beating heart.
“Don’t go slacking on my account,” Tim decided to say, delivering a feigned look of judgement. “Go finish your test. When I’m done eating I’ll take care of my plate.”
Jason brought his chair back, flat to the ground, and looked like he might cry. “Baby’s all grown up, doing dishes…”
Tim flicked a crumbled bit of breading Jason’s direction and said, “Go.”
“Yes sir,” Jason tossed back, only to add, “There’s coffee in the kitchen for you, too.”
“Mm, my kind of dessert,” Tim sighed happily, just before making a shooing motion. An amused smile toyed with the corners of Jason’s mouth, and he simply shook his head and disappeared from sight. Tim heard paper rustle behind him, and shortly after, the rhythmic scritch-scritch of pencil marks.
The chicken left on Tim’s plate didn’t take long to vanish, and when he’d eaten the last bite, Tim felt the familiar lull of a food coma coming on. He was content and full, and realized the sound of Jason working had become comfortably familiar.
As promised, he washed his plate. It went into the dishwasher after he’d scrubbed it clean, though Tim spent a good minute examining Jason’s other plates to make sure the quality of his attempt matched. Behind him, a coffee maker gurgled and hissed and Tim spent another minute searching for mugs.
“Do you want any?” Tim called to Jason, curling his fingers around coffee-warmed porcelain.
“Unlike you,” Jason quipped, “I intend on sleeping at some point tonight.”
Tim eyed the amount of coffee that Jason had brewed and came to two conclusions – Jason either didn’t make coffee often enough and hadn’t mastered serving sizes, or two: Jason thought Tim literally drank entire pots in one sitting. Both ideas were amusing, and Tim was tempted to simply carry the pot out with him and pretend like he typically just drank from the rim.
“I’m done, Tim-sensei,” Jason said, raising his voice just enough to carry the distance. Tim nearly burned his lips on the darkest roast he’d tasted in awhile, and made his way out to the table.
“Are you now?” he asked, dropping to sit. Taking a few sips of coffee meant the mug was less likely to spill everywhere, and Tim felt his knee bump Jason’s thigh as he leaned forward to look over the sample test’s questions.
“This one felt easier than usual,” Jason said, his tone a bit huffy. “I think the material is old.”
There were only so many practice exams one could find, and so Tim didn’t doubt that was a possible truth. “It’s more likely you just know what you’re doing now,” he said, eyes glued to the question sheet as he pulled it closer. As he skimmed the small print, he asked, “What are you most nervous about?”
“Everything?” Jason admitted, tapping his pencil’s eraser on his answer sheet. “It’s not like I don’t get the concepts. It’s just…cramming all of this has been a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, but just wait,” Tim said, shifting so that he could snag Jason’s answer sheet and start working through the problems himself. “Tomorrow, you’ll see it was all worth it.”
Jason didn’t say anything, but Tim felt the weight of his gaze. It didn’t quite feel like skepticism.
“You said you circled certain sections?” he finally prompted, quietly ticking off answers Jason had gotten correct. In response, Jason grabbed at his prep book and began flipping through the pages, looking for the topics he’d flagged.
“It’s mostly math,” Jason said. “Is there anyone living and breathing on this earth that even uses these formulas?”
Tim’s eyes darted to the page he was referring to and he tried not to laugh when he raised his hand, as if to say, me . “Statistics are important, Jay.”
“Shh,” Jason hushed him. “You’re not allowed an opinion when you can do all this crap in your head.”
This time, Tim did laugh. “Okay, now that is an overstatement.”
Jason feigned surprise. “You mean you can’t calculate the mean of the difference, standard deviation, or z-score with your eyes closed?”
As funny as Tim thought the question was, he wondered about it; he leaned forward and read the problem, seeing a challenge. Beside him, Jason sat forward, propping his arm on the table as he watched Tim think.
When Tim was sure he had the basics of the problem and the numbers down, he leaned back and tipped his chin up just before letting his eyes slip closed. Jason hadn’t said anything about being quiet , so Tim mumbled bits and pieces, shaking his head and backtracking every now and then when he caught an error in his math.
Finally, he said to the darkness, “The mean difference should be .05.” He paused to move to the next part, numbers moving in straight lines in his head, slowly working themselves out, until he finally spoke again. “The standard deviation should be…the square root of…okay, .0049087, so yeah, standard deviation is .0706, right? So the probability is…let’s see…”
Jason kissed him.
It was a sudden, fleeting thing, an accident that burned warm against Tim’s lips and tasted like promise. When Tim’s eyes snapped open, Jason’s gaze nearly swallowed him whole; the inches between them felt like a dare, felt like a challenge - closing that gap, Tim knew, was inevitable.
“Tell me no,” Jason said.
Tim found that he couldn’t.
The feeling came like fire and the world tilted – only it wasn’t the world, it was Tim; he was moving, crawling forward, tangling fingers in the collar of Jason’s shirt while chasing perfect, parted lips.
It was clumsy; knees bumped knees and limbs butted the table, and when the palm of Tim’s hand fell flat against Jason’s chest, he felt mesmerized by the heartbeat that jackhammered beneath his touch. Every breath he took, Jason matched. Every sharp gasp, Jason made to devour.
“Are we going to talk –” Jason broke off to swallow just before shoving the table sideways and pressing forward, knocking Tim flat on his back, “– about yesterday?”
Tim’s eyes were on the ceiling as he panted, grasping for any inch of Jason he could reach. The effort proved fruitless as Jason lingered low and between his legs, wrenching up Tim’s shirt in order to trail hot kisses across his stomach.
“What?” Tim asked, stupidly. Lust was a saffron-colored haze that muddled his thoughts, and Jason’s tongue was a red string that tied them both together.
Words whispered against Tim’s skin in plumes. “You were upset,” Jason said, and Tim arched his back when Jason gripped his thighs, thumbs teasing the inseam of Tim’s jeans.
“Upset,” Tim repeated.
The whole wanting something you’re too afraid to ask for. Tim laughed because now, it seemed pretty funny. “So it wasabout sex,” he let out a breath. “Not that I’m –ah– complaining–” because he wasn’t, not now, not in the heat of it. After all – he understood what was happening.
Pent up frustration. Night-after-night, risking lives, reaching for small slivers of intimacy that proved, irrevocably, that one was alive. And he knew, very practically, that tomorrow would be the end, that he and Jason would rarely cross paths, if ever, because this tutoring thing – it was an excuse. And really, the only one they had.
Their occupations didn’t really leave room for commitment. And Tim thought that, more than anyone, Jason would agree that life held no guarantees.
But Jason said, “So you like me.”
And Tim, for the life of him, couldn’t follow. Caught in a haze of heart-thudding heat and want, Tim said, “I’m fine with this?” because why so much thinking?
Jason rose like a wave, mouth red, glossy from the map he’d drawn on Tim’s abdomen with his tongue. He crawled high enough to kiss Tim again, dragging one of Tim’s wrists above his head, soft against the carpet.
“That didn’t answer my question.” Jason pulled away just enough to suck at Tim’s lower lip. His eyes pinned Tim in place–
– and Tim found himself cornered by that gaze. Something other than lust flooded Tim’s mind – a feeling like falling, but Tim wasn’t ready.
So you like me.
He was dropping without a line.
“You’re making things complicated,” Tim said, tipping his chin up in an attempt to win another kiss – to get off this tangent. “I’m not saying no.”
Even though he wanted to say yes. It was an admission lodged in his throat, a vulnerability he wasn’t willing to give. He only had control of so many things, and Jason wasn’t one of them.
The hunger in Jason’s eyes curbed, only to be replaced with something else. Disbelief? Annoyance? Tim couldn’t tell the difference, but he was smart enough to know that Jason’s mood had somehow turned volcanic.
“You’re driving me insane.”
Dragging his knee upward and between Jason’s thighs, Tim replied, “So loosen up. This isn’t rocket science.”
Jason was too quick to throw back, “You sure about that?”
What was that supposed to mean?
“Excuse me,” Tim said, stabbing a finger into Jason’s sternum. “You started this.”
And when Jason immediately attempted to recover, Tim rolled his eyes and upended himself, embittered enough to pull his wrist from Jason’s grasp and push himself up, which forced Jason to reel back in order to avoid a collision.
“You only started talking to me because of this test. It’s not like you were going to keep this up after tomorrow,” Tim said. “ Admit that I like you. What, do you even like me?”
“Tim. ” Jason huffed. “ Wait –”
It was terrible timing, the front door opening – Roy traipsing in with his trademark grin, looking like he’d shown up to divulge a particularly humorous story that, Tim assumed, must have to do with the blood weeping from his shoulder.
At the sight of Jason and Tim, Roy apparently thought better of whatever he had to say, eyes darting between them.
“Uh…”
“Fucking hell, Harper,” Jason said as he stood up, attention drawn to what was obviously more important. After all, Roy’s blood was staining the carpet.
Tim, feeling a sudden crash of adrenaline, realized that he couldn’t stay. The rush of desire had turned into something else – something he couldn’t quite work out. Regret?
Jason was across the room in moments, prodding at Roy’s side. “What is this? Did you get shot?”
“My guy, I can take care of it,” Roy said a bit too easily, batting Jason’s hand away. His eyes darted to Tim – and Tim, knowing concern when he saw it, simply turned his attention away and began gathering his things.
“Bullshit,” Jason replied. When he finally looked back an over his shoulder, mouth half open to say something to Tim, it was evidently too late.
Tim hadn’t brought too much and so his departure was a quick affair. When he ventured closer to the door, he told Roy, “I hope it’s not serious,” because really, he did.
Still, he couldn’t help but hear Timothy Drake-Wayne in his voice, which meant he was a bit more put off than he thought.
“It ain’t,” Roy stated. “Nothing for either of you to get all worked up about. You don’t hav’ta leave.”
Tim offered a practiced smile that he hoped was convincing. “I was just getting ready to head out,” he said, and slid his attention to Jason. “Good luck tomorrow. You…” he paused, trying to put his pride aside for something the he really meant. “You’re going to do great.”
Glancing between them, Roy asked, “What’s happening tomorrow?”
Neither answered. Instead, Jason took on a sullen demeanor that Tim hadn’t expected.
“Yeah.”
All at once, Tim could feel it – a space between them he was both desperate and terrified to fill.
Brushing his fingers against his back pocket, checking for his phone and keys, Tim swallowed. He was quick to say, “I’ve gotta go.”
It wasn’t until he was on his bike, breezing thirty miles over the speed limit that he realized he was running, and that somehow, he’d become very good at it.
A little something for Sir Tim. A certain someone who knows who they are has got me thinking about it again.
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“Do you honestly expect me to wear that?” Jason tossed his head with no small amount of disdain. It was a big head too, considering he was in his dragon form.
He was also digesting a meal, which was the only reason Tim felt he could broach the subject.
“How else are you going to carry me when we leave here?” Tim asked, trying to keep his tone reasonable.
The dragon flexed one of his taloned feet and Tim was quick to shake his head. “No, absolutely not. All it’ll take is for you to forget you’re carrying something and down I go.”
Jason scoffed, smoke blowing from his nostrils. “As if I’d drop part of my hoard.”
“Do you really want to take that chance?”
“… No.”
Tim hefted the straps of the leather harness he’d spent the last week crafting under the watchful eye of Bruce’s master saddlemaker. She’d been quite enthusiastic about the prospect of designing the world’s first dragon saddle. “Then let me fit this to you. If it’s done right, you’ll hardly notice it’s there at all.”
More smoke filled the small courtyard. “That’s not the point.”
“I know,” Tim answered, keeping a level eye on the dragon that meant so much to him. “You’re not some brainless beast. You’re a proud being who ranges the skies and has seen and done things I can only dream about.”
This time, Jason arched his neck and tossed his head with no small amount of pride. “Damn right.”
“But if you want me to fly with you, I’m not going to dangle like a fish on a hook,” Tim continued. “You have your pride and I have mine. I also can’t fly and am a lot squishier than you are. So. Where are we going to meet on this?”
The dragon’s head swung down and around so that Tim could place his hands on Jason’s snout if he wished. Orbs of sapphire blue stared unblinkingly before he let out a massive sigh that nearly knocked Tim off his feet. “Fit your harness. Just remember that I’m not a pack mule.”
Tim tried not to crow in victory, but it was hard to conceal his grin, so he didn’t even try. “Like you’d ever let me forget.”
@krizariel inspired me w/ one night stand to accidental co workers jaytim ❤️
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Wayne Enterprises is huge. Tim gets lost three times before a kind worker stops and points him in the right direction of conference room B. He’s lucky he left early and manages to make it into conference room B before anyone else.
He paces around the room, unsure of which of the twenty chairs that surrounds the long table in the middle of the room to sit in. He stands near the wall of windows looking down over Gotham, stomach jolting not at the sight of the streets far below but at the sight of his reflection.
The hickey on his neck is sneaking out of the top of his collar, lighter and less noticeable than it was two mornings ago when he first saw it, but still. It’s just his luck that Tim’s last one night stand would have a neck fetish. He tugs his collar higher up his neck again and hopes he remembers not to mess with his tie during the interview.
Bruce Wayne may be a playboy but Tim doubts he’d want as much out of one of his new hires.
The first part of the interview goes well. Bruce Wayne is different in person than what Tim has seen from him through the media spotlight. He’s kind and- awkward , surprisingly. Tim finds himself opening to him, forgetting about his nerves at all after twenty minutes.
“Well, I can see why Lucius liked you so much,” Bruce says. His smile is small but genuine. “There’s just one person I think you should meet before we continue the interview. Jason, my son, has recently taken over as the coordinator. You’ll be working directly with him to help run things for the Martha Wayne Foundation.”
Tim smiles too. Jason was the name of the man Tim spent last Friday night with. What a coincidence. “I’m looking forward to-”
“Bruce! Sorry, I’m late everyone was driving like an asshole-”
“Language,” Bruce says, grimacing at Tim as if he cares about Jason’s language when Tim is still processing that the behemoth of a man that just barged into conference room B is Jason. As in not a coincidenceJason. Neck kissing, hickey leaving Jason.
Jason, who is apparently Bruce Wayne’s son and, oh god, Tim is never setting foot in this building again. He’ll have to leave Gotham at this rate. Maybe Kon will let him stay at the farm for a while until Jason and Bruce forget Tim exists.
Jason hasn’t noticed Tim yet in his hurry to get settled, stealing a sip from Bruce’s cup of coffee with one hand and dragging Tim’s file in front of him with the other.
“This is Timothy Drake. The man we’ve been looking at to be your assistant coordinator,” Bruce says. “Tim, this is Jason. He doesn’t usually make an entrance like this, I promise.”
Jason hums a nonreply, skimming Tim’s portfolio in record time while Tim barely manages a grunt through his too tight throat.
He knows the moment Jason notices the photo of Tim the day he graduated with his Master’s degree because he freezes. He doesn’t blink and doesn’t twitch, holding completely still as he stares at Tim’s photo for too long.
Eventually Bruce clears his throat. “Jason, are you okay?”
“Sure.” And then there’s the slow drag of Jason’s gaze from the photo up to where Tim’s trying to disappear into his seat. His eyes rest a moment on Tim’s neck as though he knows the hickey is still there underneath Tim’s collar before their path continues and he makes devastating eye contact with Tim. “Timothy Drake.”
He makes Tim’s name sound like a threat. Tim swallows loud enough that Bruce and Jason can probably hear it from the other side of the table. “Jason, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Is it?” Jason smiles slowly and that’s a threat too. Tim eyes the door. He could run, maybe. He thinks he remembers the way out. “Bruce, can I have a moment with Tim?”
Bruce frowns. “But…”
“We’re going to be working alone together a lot. I wanna see how we get along by ourselves before we actually hire him.”
Bruce nods and leaves without further argument, ignoring or not noticing Tim trying to beg him with his eyes alone not to go.
The door closes with a fatal click, leaving Jason and Tim alone. Tim can’t help but remember the last time they were alone together Jason had put his mouth all over Tim’s face and neck and in return Tim had put his mouth all over Jason’s pretty cock.
“Tim, Tim, Tim…”Jason leans back in the chair, throwing his arms up and clasping his fingers together behind his head. “I’ve seen plenty of shady shit since I started working here but this? This is new.”
“What?” Tim asks, slow and distracted by how different Jason is in a suit than the leather jacket and faded jeans he was wearing when Tim met him. He’s no less attractive though, Tim hates to notice.
“This. You,” Jason clarifies. “Did you think if your lack of gag reflex impressed me enough you’d get hired on the spot?”
“I didn’t know it was you, I swear. I was out celebrating making it so far past interviews here, ironically.” He gives a weak chuckle. “Besides, I probably should have stayed for breakfast if I wanted to make a good impression.”
The joke falls flat, if anything Jason’s posture grows more tense. “Either way, I don’t know if I want to work with someone I have to worry about stumbling into one of our benefactors during a night out.”
“You’re worried about me? What about you?” Tim demands. He tugs down his collar to show off the marks Jason left all over him, feeling a furious satisfaction when Jason’s attention snaps to them. “It took both of us to have the night we had. Don’t be a hypocrite.”
“At least you know for sure I wasn’t plotting. What would I have had to gain from it?”
“The best blow job of your life, apparently. Your words, not mine.” Tim shrugged. “And for the record, we both know I wouldn’t have needed to plot for this. I’ve been working events for my parents’ company since high school.”
“The company that went bankrupt two years ago?” Jason asks sweetly.
“My point is,” Tim continues, hurrying past the sharp sting of that reminder. “I have more experience working with Gotham’s elite than you. I know who will donate if you invite them to summer galas, which families you have to schmooze, and which you have to remind of the dirt you know on them to get a check. I’m sure Bruce knows too, but you don’t really want to keep bothering him over and over with those sorts of questions, do you?”
“I’ll learn all of that on my own eventually,” Jason says after a telling pause.
“Maybe, but if you’re as charming with them as you have been with me today, the Martha Wayne Foundation is going to be significantly less funded by the time you get your shit together. I can help you with that on top of leaving you worry free I’m scheming to get to the top. I was born and raised there after all.”
Jason throws his head back with a dramatic sigh. “You have the most punchable face out of anyone I’ve ever met. How am I supposed to work with that?”
“You said it was fuckable the other night. Maybe you’ll change your mind again.”
“And that!” Jason points to him. “We’re not repeating Friday night. Ever. So, don’t even think about anything unprofessional. It’s strictly business with us from here on out.”
“I wouldn’t want a repeat anyway.”
Jason narrows his eyes like he doesn’t believe Tim at all. “I won’t make it easy on you either. You’ll want to quit by the time our first event is over.”
Tim grins despite Jason’s warning, because Jason is talking like he already has the job. “That’s fine. I happen to like it rough.”
He leaves before Jason has a chance to fire him before his first day begins.
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:
Sunday, June 26th: Mermaid AU or Road Trip
Monday, June 27th: Sun’s Out Guns Out orCarnival/Fairor Monsoon/Summer Storm
Tuesday, June 28th: Shooting Star/Eclipseor Time Travel
Wednesday. June 29th: FREE DAY
Thursday, June 30th: Wet Clothes/Stripping Down or Pirate AU
Friday, July 1st: Car Wash orSunset/Sunrise
Saturday, July 2nd: Forced Vacation or Night Sky/Constellations or Deserted Island/Stranded
This year we had a three-way tie between a few of the prompts, so we decided to include them all! We’ve also included one of the write-in prompts as well.
The main goal of JayTim Week is always to have fun. Just because each day has more than one prompt does not mean you have to write for each of them. It is also not required to post something for every single day. But if you’re feeling inspired and want to post something for each prompt, go for it!
Our tags this time around will be:
JayTimWeek2022 and JayTimWeek
When we get closer to June, we’ll share the links to the Ao3 collection should you want to post there.
Also new this year,we’re also announcing a JayTim Week Discord server!Can’t get enough of these guys? Want to chat with other JayTim fans at all hours and participate (or lurk, we don’t judge) in campfire plot ideas that won’t go anywhere but are still fun to read? Then this server is for you!
This particular server is all ages and is for creators and fans who want to see the action unfold. If you have questions, please send in an ask or drop a line to one of the event mods @chibinightowl,@glaciya, or @themandylion. Please note that all content channels are role-locked. NSFW content will be on this server, but is locked to those who’ve confirmed they’re at least 18 years of age.
Since we want this server to be a safe place for all JayTim fans, please DM us for an invite. If you’re on the Capes & Coffee or Red on Red Discord servers already, there will be pinned invites in the applicable channels.
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.
“Tim,” Jason mutters, shock and sadness covering the name.
I wish your mother had been a little stronger.
I wish she stayed around a little longer.
“Run home to Mommy dearest.” Jason snaps, turning away. His head still ringing from the blow it took.
“Can’t do that.” Tim snarls from the ground where he is wrapping his calf to stop, or at least pause, the bleeding. “She gave up back in that jungle. Dad claims she said she had nothing to go on for. That it was too hard.”
Jason closes his eyes, breathing deeply to push the guilt down. He had meant Alfred, had forgotten that his actual mother was dead.
A humorless chuckle reaches his ears, “Guess love won’t help you overcome everything. Guess it wasn’t enough. Or maybe I wasn’t.”
“Don’t. You need to go.” Tim says. When his face tilts enough to become visible, Jason’s hurts at the dead expression on his face, at the heaviness that seems to have settled into his skin. Tim doesn’t move when Jason takes a single step closer. Tim’s pale skin is ashy grey, his body standing as if his bones are too heavy for him to hold up. Jason curses at everyone, at himself, at the world for ruining this young man.
I wish your dad was good!
Jason perches on the window ledge as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. He wants to leave, but between his broken wrist and Alfred he knows he won’t get far. Well, won’t get far in one piece. He smiles at the thought. He takes in the silence of the Manor’s grounds; the still air so different from the noise of the city. Which is why he glares at the open window that let’s the shrill of a phone break it.
“Hello?” Tim’s voice falls out of the window. Jason watches his shadow as Tim stretches. “Oh. Umm, I…just…just a second.”
Jason debates going back inside, but then Alfred will definitely smell the smoke and he just opened this pack. So he refocus on the conversation, leaning against the wood frame, and exhales smoke.
“Timothy, where are you?” A voice hisses. Tim must have put it on speaker Jason figures as the voice continues, “I look like an idiot when you don’t make it to the meetings. I can’t run this business alone.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Tim’s shadow moves around, a rustling noise accompanying his words. “I got in late from San Francisco and then Bruce—”
“Bruce is not your father.” The statement has Jason frowning. He is more of a father than you Jack, which is sad; Jason shakes his head at the thought. “He does not get final say.”
“Of course, I understand that. It’s just the case needed another set–” Tim rushes to say.
Again Jack cuts his son off. “Our agreement was that you could continue with…your extra activities as long as?”
“As long as I put the company’s needs first, listened to you, and didn’t talk about it.” Tim’s tone is flat, computer like. His shadow shrinks in on itself.
“Get home Timothy. I’m leaving in the morning and you need to be briefed.” The dial tone is the only goodbye Tim receives.
Jason ignores the sound of a fist smacking the wall as he sucks down the last puff. Instead he crawls back inside, shutting the glass tight. Thank God Willis was gone before he became that. Jay’s mind whispers. Jason pauses, thinking back to Tim. He huffs at himself before shooting Dick a text to check on baby bird.
Jason reaches out, cupping Tim’s cheek. “No, we need to leave Timmy.” An emotion starts to break through Tim’s stoney face. His breathing stutters as he relaxes against Jay’s palm. “That’s not the plan.” He croaks, swallowing a sob. Jason moves slowly, projecting his every move. Bring his arm up to rest his hand on Tim’s waist, pulling the teen into his chest.
I wish grow-ups understood!
Bruce stands in the doorway, hulking figure taking up the whole thing. Jason pauses in his observation of the body. He meets the white eyes of the cowl, “Finders keepers B.”
“This is not your case, Hood. Get out.” The Bat growls at his second son. “Robin!”
Jason stands as Tim swipes into the room, their eyes meeting briefly. “B, my territory my case so either share or get the fuck out.” Jay steps closer to Bruce.
Bruce’s lips peel back, harsh words probably bubbling in his throat.
“I’ll forward the file to you after I updated it tonight Hood.” Tim speaks before a fight can break out.
Jason nods at him, stepping out of Bruce’s way. He squeezes Tim’s shoulder, “Thanks, Baby Bird. I’ll send back whatever I know or find out.”
Jason exits but pauses at Bruce’s tone.
“Robin, we do not work with criminals.”
“Red Hood is no longer consider that.” Robin replies. Tim’s words ease the sting of Bruce’s.
“Robin, you know very well that people do not just bounce back. Hood will not get the file.” The Batman growls.
The silence has Jason tensing and stepping back to the room.
“It’s like you don’t want him back. Everyone is trying, yet you won’t even stay in–”
“We have a case, Robin. Do not get off topic again. Hood will not get any information on this or any other cases from our computer. End of discussion.” Bruce must have turned or crouched because Jason can make out the cape dragging against the floor.
Jason leaves, rage on a tight lease. He breaks up a fight, tracks down some informs before heading home. He drops his guns on the table, turning on his computer to compile what he knows. Smirks at the file: malina, a paper copy. The note inside gets a chuckle.
He said no info from our computer. So this is from Babs’ and it’s a paper copy.
Send her any info you get.
R
“I have to do this. If I don’t–” Tim whimpers. “No you don’t.” Jason says firmly. “Timmy, stop this.” Jason tightens his hold on the younger boy; finding the middle ground between a hug and a restainted. His cheek rests on top of ink black hair, a little greasy from days without a shower. Tim pushes Jason’s chest, yet grips the back of his shirt with another hand. “If I stop, then we still have to fight. If I continue,” Tim rushes to explain, “I can stop other deaths. I can end so much pain.” His eyes have a feverish tint to them; lack of sleep leaving them pink and swollen.
I wish we had met before they convinced you life is war.
Jason had been told to look out for Robin, that he was not to be left alone if found, that after the two deaths… That Dick wanted him found. Climbing up to the top of the old church, Jason spots a flash of yellow against the stone gargoyle. “Robin.” Jason calls out in greeting. Only to see a mask-less face staring back. “Oh, baby bird.”
Tim hiccups, curling tighter into his cape. “Go.”
Jason debates: he could call Dick, tell him where Tim is, and be done or he could step forward.
He steps forward. “I’m just here for the view.” Jason shrugs as he settles against the cold stone. The bare face makes sense when he notices the tear streaks on Tim’s cheek; the mask’s paste must have been washed away by the constant tears. Jason had sat down close enough to barely brush his arm against Tim’s shoulder. The distance was there if Tim needed it, but small enough to close without issue.
“They are dead.” Tim whispers. “I keep waiting for Bart to rush by or–” he chokes “or Kon to swoop down. But they are dead. And they’re not coming back.”
Jason nods. Doing nothing when Tim’s weight settles onto his arm.
“I’m the only human and they’re the ones killed. The ones getting statues. I’m the human and they…” Tim swallows.
Jason shifts so that Tim can curl into his side. “I know baby bird. I’m sorry you lost your friends.”
“I lose everyone Jason.” Tim whispers into the dark.
“It’s part of the gig.” Jason has no words of comfort. At one point, he was the causality of this job.
“It’s part of war.” Tim breathes out.
Jason waits till Tim has drifted off into what can only be a restless sleep before calling Dick. He scoops Tim up and tightens his hold when it hits him this is what Bruce looked like carrying him.
“You will add to mine if you continue.” Jason confesses. “If you go through with this, Dick, Alfred, Babs, Cass, Cassie, me, hell even Bruce–” “Everyone has someone Jason! I lost mine. I lost Kon and Bart and Stephanie. I lost Dad and Mom and—” Tim has become haggard; his chest rising slowly and falling quickly like it was too much to hold in oxygen. “I don’t have anyone. Don’t go.” Jason bellows, shaking Tim ever so much. “Leave with me. Please, Tim.”
So I didn’t get to finish this fic. I had accidentally swiped back and couldn’t find the fic again. At the start Jason and Tim were talking, Tim asked Jason if he ever wondered what would it be to not be a person (or smth like that, I don’t remember what they exactly said) and Jason said that yeah he also thought about being an animal (or smth) in the forest and relaxing. And Tim said that what he thought of was nice but he was talking about something less cryptid and was like nvm. Jason was staring at Tim though and he thought smth like “I think I know what he likes”
Basically that’s where I left off. I’d appreciate it if you guys help me.
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:
Sunday, June 26th: Mermaid AU or Road Trip
Monday, June 27th: Sun’s Out Guns Out orCarnival/Fairor Monsoon/Summer Storm
Tuesday, June 28th: Shooting Star/Eclipseor Time Travel
Wednesday. June 29th: FREE DAY
Thursday, June 30th: Wet Clothes/Stripping Down or Pirate AU
Friday, July 1st: Car Wash orSunset/Sunrise
Saturday, July 2nd: Forced Vacation or Night Sky/Constellations or Deserted Island/Stranded
This year we had a three-way tie between a few of the prompts, so we decided to include them all! We’ve also included one of the write-in prompts as well.
The main goal of JayTim Week is always to have fun. Just because each day has more than one prompt does not mean you have to write for each of them. It is also not required to post something for every single day. But if you’re feeling inspired and want to post something for each prompt, go for it!
Our tags this time around will be:
JayTimWeek2022 and JayTimWeek
When we get closer to June, we’ll share the links to the Ao3 collection should you want to post there.
Also new this year,we’re also announcing a JayTim Week Discord server!Can’t get enough of these guys? Want to chat with other JayTim fans at all hours and participate (or lurk, we don’t judge) in campfire plot ideas that won’t go anywhere but are still fun to read? Then this server is for you!
This particular server is all ages and is for creators and fans who want to see the action unfold. If you have questions, please send in an ask or drop a line to one of the event mods @chibinightowl,@glaciya, or @themandylion. Please note that all content channels are role-locked. NSFW content will be on this server, but is locked to those who’ve confirmed they’re at least 18 years of age.
Since we want this server to be a safe place for all JayTim fans, please DM us for an invite. If you’re on the Capes & Coffee or Red on Red Discord servers already, there will be pinned invites in the applicable channels.
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.
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:
Sunday, June 26th: Mermaid AU or Road Trip
Monday, June 27th: Sun’s Out Guns Out orCarnival/Fairor Monsoon/Summer Storm
Tuesday, June 28th: Shooting Star/Eclipseor Time Travel
Wednesday. June 29th: FREE DAY
Thursday, June 30th: Wet Clothes/Stripping Down or Pirate AU
Friday, July 1st: Car Wash orSunset/Sunrise
Saturday, July 2nd: Forced Vacation or Night Sky/Constellations or Deserted Island/Stranded
This year we had a three-way tie between a few of the prompts, so we decided to include them all! We’ve also included one of the write-in prompts as well.
The main goal of JayTim Week is always to have fun. Just because each day has more than one prompt does not mean you have to write for each of them. It is also not required to post something for every single day. But if you’re feeling inspired and want to post something for each prompt, go for it!
Our tags this time around will be:
JayTimWeek2022 and JayTimWeek
When we get closer to June, we’ll share the links to the Ao3 collection should you want to post there.
Also new this year,we’re also announcing a JayTim Week Discord server!Can’t get enough of these guys? Want to chat with other JayTim fans at all hours and participate (or lurk, we don’t judge) in campfire plot ideas that won’t go anywhere but are still fun to read? Then this server is for you!
This particular server is all ages and is for creators and fans who want to see the action unfold. If you have questions, please send in an ask or drop a line to one of the event mods @chibinightowl,@glaciya, or @themandylion. Please note that all content channels are role-locked. NSFW content will be on this server, but is locked to those who’ve confirmed they’re at least 18 years of age.
Since we want this server to be a safe place for all JayTim fans, please DM us for an invite. If you’re on the Capes & Coffee or Red on Red Discord servers already, there will be pinned invites in the applicable channels.
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.
(Everyone please praise the amazing @krizariel for creating this adorable banner for the event!)
JayTim Week 2022 June 26th-July 2nd!
Heya fellow JayTims! It is that time again for another JayTim Week to celebrate our favorite vigilante duo. This year we’ve decided on the theme: Fun in the Sun! Temperatures and shenanigans will rise!
As always we still want your input in what prompts are used. From now until March 7th you can follow the link below to cast your votes:
Please vote only once. We have ways of telling when someone cheats. As has happened in the past, if it appears that anyone has tried to unfairly manipulate the results, the prompt(s) in question will be taken out of the running entirely.
Once we have gathered all the results, we’ll post the official prompt list so everyone can get to creating!
I think many of you know that I keep weird hours, so if it’s already 1 Sept in your time zone and you want to participate, it’s still okay to message me about it!
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.
Update that this is now an 18+ event.
Accepting sign-ups until 31 August!
Five more days for sign-ups! Please reach out to @chibinightowl
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.
I’m thinking about organizing a JayTim Gift Exchange for the holidays (yes, I’m thinking ahead). Here is what I’ve come up with so far:
~must be a creator (writer or artist) to give a gift and receive a gift ~ fics must be at least 1k long, with an ideal max of 5k ~ artists, it’s up to you if you want to color or just use line art ~ due date would be between 25 December and 1 January ~ each participant will have a chance to give two to three prompts ~ each participant will have a chance to exclude things they don’t want ~ this is completely independent of JayTim Week or the previous JayTim Holiday Gift Exchange
Depending on the level of interest, I might create a temporary Discord server for this. Some details are still TBD as it really depends on how many are interested in participating.
If this sounds up your alley, send me a message here (off Anon so I know who to reply to) or on Discord.
