potentially definite

[yasmindifference]

will you post your tim trying on janet's makeup fic on archiveofourown? pretty pretty please? I want to save it forever!

I'm flattered by the request, anon ♡ I do plan to post all of the cheer up prompt responses to ao3 once I'm done with them, but since the rest of them will probably be some flavor of jaytim and this one's gen, I went ahead and posted it separately for you:

experimentation

Thanks for your interest! ♡

[yasmindifference]

hello! i was wondering if you’re thinking of doing jtw this year? hope life is going well!!

Hi anon, thanks for asking ♡ I had originally been hoping to participate but, uh, my inspiration has gone on vacation without me, I think. Or it might’ve been stolen by my neighbor, who might be a witch. I saw her at the devil’s sacrament and everything 👀

Anyway, I guess we’ve still got a month-ish to go, right? Maybe the inspiration will come back before then!! It’s possible, right?? Right??? Right.....?

Edit: oopsie daisy, totally forgot to address the rest! I have pasta and garlic bread so tbh life is going perfectly, I can't complain. I hope your life is going well too, anon!! ♡♡♡

[vampykitty-kun2]

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!

Some "If We Didn't Laugh, We'd Cry" 'verse JayTim by : NarumiArt

[chloemew]

Absolutely enamoured with this snail mug I got yesterday....

A snug of snoffee

[jaytimweek]

Announcing JayTim Week 2026!

Wow, it seems like only yesterday that a couple of bright-eyed, bushy-tailed fans announced the first JayTim Week. While those founding mods have since moved on, the ship week itself is still chugging along just as strong as ever—a whole decade later!

We had a lot of grand ideas while brainstorming for this year's JayTim week. There have been a lot of events (sometimes more than one in a year!), in a lot of different ways (longtime fans will remember the epic JayTim BINGO Month of 2019), and over the years we've had a heckuva lot of prompts. Why not pull on all that history to make something unique and special?

This year, JayTim "Week" will span 10 whole days, from June 19th through June 28th, 2026—one day for each year. To pick prompts for each day, our dedicated mods compiled the past prompts (all 301 of them), weeded out the repeats, and randomly divided them between the 10 days. Then, to mix things up a bit more, we made a picker wheel for each day.

To decide on your prompt(s) each day, simply spin the wheel and let fate decide. Since we don't have a free day this year, each wheel also includes a Free Day!, bringing the total number of possible options for each day up to a whopping 25 prompts (wow)!

Day 1 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 2 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 3 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 4 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 5 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 6 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 7 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 8 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 9 Prompt Picker Wheel

Day 10 Prompt Picker Wheel

The sidebar of the event blog has been updated and includes a page with the above prompt picker wheel links for easy reference, as well as a list of frequently asked questions. If you have questions, please check that page first! If you can’t find your answer, please don’t hesitate to reach out to us via our Ask Box.

[aaronburrssexdungeon]

call me crazy but i might reblog some posts tonight

[passer-fringillidae]

Good news whump smut fans

[kaciart]

Leave Tim’s chest hair alone Jason, he only has a few…jk jk

This is for the wonderful coffeefrank

[haveyoureadthisdcfic]

trust issues

Have you read trust issues?

Yes, previously

Yes, now that you've recced it to me

No

Voting ended onFeb 16

Authour: @yasmindifference

Subfandom: Batman

Media: All Media Types

Relationships: Shippy (Jason Todd/Tim Drake)

Year: 2022

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Summary:

Tim Drake always has a plan. It’s just a fact. Everyone knows it. Whether he always has a good plan, well…that’s open for debate.

Submitted by @kiragecko

Submitter's comment:

I ... don't understand? HOW HAVE I NOT RECCED YASMINDIFFERENCE BEFORE?!? This is kinky smut. It's also an exploration of trust and intimacy. It's a metaphor for some unnameable experience that I can only see through mirrors. The mirror is, as previously stated, kinky smut. And Yasmin is VERY VERY good at kinky smut!

[yasmindifference]

AUs you've already written, or new ones?

i'll accept either one, but new aus are probably more likely to tempt my recalcitrant muse into writing something... i hope... ♡

[bodhilukes]

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

[yasmindifference]

whats the new ship/new fandom youve gotten into?

hi anon! I got very and unexpectedly into Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars!!! Which led to a brief but intense fixation on just Jango Fett lmao. It's funny, before this interlude I barely knew anything about Mandalorians even after watching the TV show, but now I have a vague grasp of Mando'a and have strong feelings about pre-prequel Mandalorian politics??? I have no explanation for this, anon. I really don't. Are you familiar with this ship? Did you experience the same or am I just easily fixated? Asking for a friend. (The friend is myself.)

Thanks for your interest! ♡♡

[yasmindifference]

Just came across your blog and wanted to ask, where do you get your prompts? I'm doing my best to get back into writing but I've got upcoming holidays and other events that drain any thought I get. If it's a personal prompt list, you don't have to share! I'm just curious

hi anon, thanks for asking! If you're talking about the numbered prompts I'm currently(ish) answering, it's actually a combination of several different prompt lists! What I did was I went through a few different blogs and pulled parts of prompt lists I liked and put them all together in one document and then numbered them lol. I don't remember all the blogs (forgive me, this was a whole year ago), but I know that promptsandgames was one of them.

I do have one caveat which is that I had to do a lot of digging to find anything that inspired me... personally, I tend to find less detailed prompts are more inspiring for me. Like one list I took a lot from was a list of different types of kisses, which you can find here! A lot of prompt lists on that blog are things like dialogue and situations, some of which I just couldn't see myself ever writing. So I had to do some digging, on that and other blogs, to pick and choose things I thought might work for me.

So if you're like that too, maybe this won't be too helpful, but I hope very much that it is!! Good luck with the writing, anon! Let's both work on writing more together ♡♡♡♡

[yasmindifference]

13 for the writing prompt game! ❤️ U_U

two days in a row!!! I have all week off for thanksgiving so I'll hope I can keep this going...for now, I hope you enjoy! ♡♡♡

The blue light of dawn is just creeping around the edges of the window shades when soft footsteps sound behind Jason.

“Good timing,” he says. “Breakfast’s almost ready.”

He doesn’t tense when slim arms slip around his waist, or when a kiss is pressed to the back of his shoulder.

“Smells good,” Tim Drake says, a little hoarsely. There’s a weight between Jason’s shoulder blades, Tim leaning into him shamelessly. “You didn’t have to.”

“Would you have eaten if I hadn’t?”

A short but telling silence ensues. “I plead the fifth.”

Honestly. It’s a wonder this man lived to adulthood.

“You know, this is why you’re so skinny,” Jason says, conversationally, as he flips the second omelet in the pan.

“Nah, that’s the cocaine,” Tim says, equally conversational.

Jason pauses and half-turns, seeking eye contact. He doesn’t quite make it, not when Tim’s still clinging to him like a limpet, but the arms around his waist tighten in reassurance.

“Joking,” Tim says. “Obviously.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Jason mutters, but returns his attention to the frying pan without further discussion. It’s not like it should matter to him, anyway, if Tim Drake is doing lines behind his back. That’s none of his concern.

“The only thing I’m addicted to is work,” Tim promises, then pauses thoughtfully. “And maybe your cock.”

It surprises Jason into laughing, and Tim finally lets go of him to make his smug way over to the breakfast bar. Two glasses of orange juice are ready and waiting, and he helps himself to one without hesitation, downing half of it in one gulp.

Sitting there in an old, faded t-shirt and sweatpants, too-long bangs hanging in his face, both hands wrapped around a glass of juice…Tim Drake looks soft. Soft and sweet and harmless.

You’d never guess by looking at him that this man needed less than a decade to turn a failing conglomerate into Wayne Enterprises’ biggest competitor.

It’s suspicious. He’s suspicious.

But he gives Jason the brightest, happiest smile when he places a carefully plated omelet in front of him, and maybe those suspicions are a little too easy to forget. They sure as hell were last night, when Jason followed him up to his penthouse suite and pinned him to his bed without a second thought.

It’s not the first time Jason’s done that. It’s not even the tenth.

“This looks fantastic,” Tim says. Rudely, he doesn’t wait for Jason to sit down with his own omelet before digging in. The way his eyes immediately close in pleasure makes up for it a bit, though. “And tastes even better. Thanks, Pete.”

He hums happily when he takes another bite, and hearing the fake name doesn’t even bother Jason anymore.

Yeah. This undercover thing’s gone way, way off the rails. Even if it does turn out that Tim’s up to something as shady as it looks like from the outside, even if he has done something worth killing over…

“Anytime.”

…at this point, Jason’s not sure he can.

Prompt #13 was shoulder kiss, and it was also requested by @darkstone13! Excellent choice! In case anyone missed it, this takes place in the same 'verse as yesterday's kidnapping ficlet. Thanks for the prompts!! ♡♡♡♡♡

[yasmindifference]

13 for the writing prompt game! ❤️ U_U

two days in a row!!! I have all week off for thanksgiving so I'll hope I can keep this going...for now, I hope you enjoy! ♡♡♡

The blue light of dawn is just creeping around the edges of the window shades when soft footsteps sound behind Jason.

“Good timing,” he says. “Breakfast’s almost ready.”

He doesn’t tense when slim arms slip around his waist, or when a kiss is pressed to the back of his shoulder.

“Smells good,” Tim Drake says, a little hoarsely. There’s a weight between Jason’s shoulder blades, Tim leaning into him shamelessly. “You didn’t have to.”

“Would you have eaten if I hadn’t?”

A short but telling silence ensues. “I plead the fifth.”

Honestly. It’s a wonder this man lived to adulthood.

“You know, this is why you’re so skinny,” Jason says, conversationally, as he flips the second omelet in the pan.

“Nah, that’s the cocaine,” Tim says, equally conversational.

Jason pauses and half-turns, seeking eye contact. He doesn’t quite make it, not when Tim’s still clinging to him like a limpet, but the arms around his waist tighten in reassurance.

“Joking,” Tim says. “Obviously.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Jason mutters, but returns his attention to the frying pan without further discussion. It’s not like it should matter to him, anyway, if Tim Drake is doing lines behind his back. That’s none of his concern.

“The only thing I’m addicted to is work,” Tim promises, then pauses thoughtfully. “And maybe your cock.”

It surprises Jason into laughing, and Tim finally lets go of him to make his smug way over to the breakfast bar. Two glasses of orange juice are ready and waiting, and he helps himself to one without hesitation, downing half of it in one gulp.

Sitting there in an old, faded t-shirt and sweatpants, too-long bangs hanging in his face, both hands wrapped around a glass of juice…Tim Drake looks soft. Soft and sweet and harmless.

You’d never guess by looking at him that this man needed less than a decade to turn a failing conglomerate into Wayne Enterprises’ biggest competitor.

It’s suspicious. He’s suspicious.

But he gives Jason the brightest, happiest smile when he places a carefully plated omelet in front of him, and maybe those suspicions are a little too easy to forget. They sure as hell were last night, when Jason followed him up to his penthouse suite and pinned him to his bed without a second thought.

It’s not the first time Jason’s done that. It’s not even the tenth.

“This looks fantastic,” Tim says. Rudely, he doesn’t wait for Jason to sit down with his own omelet before digging in. The way his eyes immediately close in pleasure makes up for it a bit, though. “And tastes even better. Thanks, Pete.”

He hums happily when he takes another bite, and hearing the fake name doesn’t even bother Jason anymore.

Yeah. This undercover thing’s gone way, way off the rails. Even if it does turn out that Tim’s up to something as shady as it looks like from the outside, even if he has done something worth killing over…

“Anytime.”

…at this point, Jason’s not sure he can.

Prompt #13 was shoulder kiss, and it was also requested by @darkstone13! Excellent choice! In case anyone missed it, this takes place in the same 'verse as yesterday's kidnapping ficlet. Thanks for the prompts!! ♡♡♡♡♡

[yasmindifference]

37 <3

shh this isn’t super late, shhh it hasn’t been almost exactly a year since I last posted fic, shhhhhh I’ve been here all along life hit me really hard, sorry! I hope everyone is well and enjoys this little bit of fic while I try to get back in the groove ♡

“This is a kidnapping.”

Tim doesn’t look up from his lunch. “No, this is a sandwich.”

His would-be kidnapper plainly watches way too many movies, because the slow, trying-to-be-menacing way he cocks his gun is straight out of every Western Tim’s ever (reluctantly) seen.

“Mr. Drake,” his kidnapper says with emphasis. “This is a kidnapping.”

One half of his (honestly incredible) sandwich finished, Tim does glance up…but only to confirm what he already knows.

“Please don’t get blood on the rug,” he requests politely. Then he attends to his (homemade!) potato chips while the idiot at the other end of the dining table splutters.

“I—I won’t get blood anywhere if you co—”

“Hey, dumbass,” Tim’s new bodyguard says, looming up behind the man like something out of a nightmare. “He wasn’t talking to you.”

Tim will admit to a bit of sympathy for the fool who came here looking to kidnap him. Jason Todd subdues him so quickly and easily, it’s hard to think of the idiot as any kind of potential threat. Sure, it’s annoying that he thought he could just waltz in here and abduct Tim, as if Tim weren’t smart enough to hire security, but…it’s like being mad at a dog for barking at the mirror.

It may get on your nerves, but the little guy’s too dumb to hold a grudge against.

By the time Tim finishes the second half of his sandwich, the whole matter is settled, and Jason Todd has returned to his guard position by the door, unruffled as always.

“Thank you for lunch,” Tim says to him and, caught in raptures over how damn good that meal was, only belatedly remembers to add, “And for dealing with the whole…kidnapping thing.”

Jason Todd shrugs it off. “It’s my job.”

“Protecting me is your job,” Tim corrects. “Making me lunch—”

“—is just protecting you from your own bad habits,” Jason Todd says, desert-dry. He’d been very unamused to discover, his first day on the job, that Tim usually only ate a granola bar for lunch. And sometimes breakfast. “Speaking of which, a little more concern when some asshole points a gun at you might not go amiss.”

“I didn’t see any reason for concern,” Tim says honestly. “I have you, after all.”

Jason Todd’s classic Bland Bodyguard™ expression flickers. Tim, being only human, can’t help but enjoy the way those broad shoulders shift in the equally classic Bland Bodyguard Suit™.

“I appreciate the faith,” Jason Todd says after the briefest pause, “but you’ve only known me a week.”

Ah, well, that’s…technically true. Tim has indeed only known Jason Todd for a week, since the man came on board as his newest bodyguard after Mike Takeda received an unexpected inheritance and quit.

“True,” Tim admits. “Still, I’ve got a good feeling about you. It’s hard to be worried with you in my corner.”

After all, Tim has known of Jason Todd since they were both kids—since he was watching Robin soar over Gotham every night. They’ve both grown up since then (and Jason Todd in particular has grown up very, very well), but even with him wearing a different cape these days, Tim doesn’t think anything will ever shake his faith in Jason Todd.

“…Thanks,” Jason Todd says.

“Again, thank you,” Tim says in return, then finally, reluctantly abandons his empty plate. “Now, I really need to get back to work. Join me in my office?”

“Of course, Mr. Drake,” Jason Todd says. He falls into step behind Tim without another word.

Jason Todd looms over Tim just like he did Tim’s would-be kidnapper, but the shiver that runs down Tim’s spine has nothing to do with nightmares. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He doesn’t know what’s motivated the Red Hood to take an undercover role as his bodyguard, of all things, but he intends to enjoy it while it lasts.

(And hopefully, with enough exposure, he might collect himself enough to get his inner twelve-year-old back under control. Really, at this rate, it’s only a matter of time before he calls ‘Pete Davis’ Jason Todd to his face, and then he’ll really have problems.)

I do still have my list of prompts and a bunch of them in my inbox, in case you were wondering! Prompt #37 was kidnapping, and it was also requested by an anon and @frozenbrimstone. I hope you all enjoyed ♡♡♡

[yasmindifference]

37 <3

shh this isn’t super late, shhh it hasn’t been almost exactly a year since I last posted fic, shhhhhh I’ve been here all along life hit me really hard, sorry! I hope everyone is well and enjoys this little bit of fic while I try to get back in the groove ♡

“This is a kidnapping.”

Tim doesn’t look up from his lunch. “No, this is a sandwich.”

His would-be kidnapper plainly watches way too many movies, because the slow, trying-to-be-menacing way he cocks his gun is straight out of every Western Tim’s ever (reluctantly) seen.

“Mr. Drake,” his kidnapper says with emphasis. “This is a kidnapping.”

One half of his (honestly incredible) sandwich finished, Tim does glance up…but only to confirm what he already knows.

“Please don’t get blood on the rug,” he requests politely. Then he attends to his (homemade!) potato chips while the idiot at the other end of the dining table splutters.

“I—I won’t get blood anywhere if you co—”

“Hey, dumbass,” Tim’s new bodyguard says, looming up behind the man like something out of a nightmare. “He wasn’t talking to you.”

Tim will admit to a bit of sympathy for the fool who came here looking to kidnap him. Jason Todd subdues him so quickly and easily, it’s hard to think of the idiot as any kind of potential threat. Sure, it’s annoying that he thought he could just waltz in here and abduct Tim, as if Tim weren’t smart enough to hire security, but…it’s like being mad at a dog for barking at the mirror.

It may get on your nerves, but the little guy’s too dumb to hold a grudge against.

By the time Tim finishes the second half of his sandwich, the whole matter is settled, and Jason Todd has returned to his guard position by the door, unruffled as always.

“Thank you for lunch,” Tim says to him and, caught in raptures over how damn good that meal was, only belatedly remembers to add, “And for dealing with the whole…kidnapping thing.”

Jason Todd shrugs it off. “It’s my job.”

“Protecting me is your job,” Tim corrects. “Making me lunch—”

“—is just protecting you from your own bad habits,” Jason Todd says, desert-dry. He’d been very unamused to discover, his first day on the job, that Tim usually only ate a granola bar for lunch. And sometimes breakfast. “Speaking of which, a little more concern when some asshole points a gun at you might not go amiss.”

“I didn’t see any reason for concern,” Tim says honestly. “I have you, after all.”

Jason Todd’s classic Bland Bodyguard™ expression flickers. Tim, being only human, can’t help but enjoy the way those broad shoulders shift in the equally classic Bland Bodyguard Suit™.

“I appreciate the faith,” Jason Todd says after the briefest pause, “but you’ve only known me a week.”

Ah, well, that’s…technically true. Tim has indeed only known Jason Todd for a week, since the man came on board as his newest bodyguard after Mike Takeda received an unexpected inheritance and quit.

“True,” Tim admits. “Still, I’ve got a good feeling about you. It’s hard to be worried with you in my corner.”

After all, Tim has known of Jason Todd since they were both kids—since he was watching Robin soar over Gotham every night. They’ve both grown up since then (and Jason Todd in particular has grown up very, very well), but even with him wearing a different cape these days, Tim doesn’t think anything will ever shake his faith in Jason Todd.

“…Thanks,” Jason Todd says.

“Again, thank you,” Tim says in return, then finally, reluctantly abandons his empty plate. “Now, I really need to get back to work. Join me in my office?”

“Of course, Mr. Drake,” Jason Todd says. He falls into step behind Tim without another word.

Jason Todd looms over Tim just like he did Tim’s would-be kidnapper, but the shiver that runs down Tim’s spine has nothing to do with nightmares. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He doesn’t know what’s motivated the Red Hood to take an undercover role as his bodyguard, of all things, but he intends to enjoy it while it lasts.

(And hopefully, with enough exposure, he might collect himself enough to get his inner twelve-year-old back under control. Really, at this rate, it’s only a matter of time before he calls ‘Pete Davis’ Jason Todd to his face, and then he’ll really have problems.)

I do still have my list of prompts and a bunch of them in my inbox, in case you were wondering! Prompt #37 was kidnapping, and it was also requested by an anon and @frozenbrimstone. I hope you all enjoyed ♡♡♡