hard to parse,
but original, casual, something
new and comfortable.
flesh was made to heal
and so were hearts built
to endure the fall
and rise again stronger
It is February
but I am not sad
Q:hugged wrong person from behind au for jay and tim oh my god please you beautiful human
Jay doesn’t think about it at the time, but it occurs to him later that night, as he’s brushing his teeth, that he doesn’t look anything like Brian.
MH Secret Santa Fic for penthepoet
(You asked for fluff, and, well, I’m not so good at keeping things entirely fluffy as it turns out.)
Birds are following him. Or, well, just one bird. One very specific bird.
Someone in the hornetsofthemarble chat said something about birthdays, so here’s Jay’s last birthday.
Q:idk if this counts as fluffy but if you wanted to write a Jam thing where Tim begins to realize he wants to sort of cuddle Jay and kiss him on the mouth and is Unsure How He Feels About That it would amuse and sustain me
Q:Jay gets stung by a wasp (inspired by a tweet Troy made).
He swears loudly, ripping his cap off. The maneuvers he makes to chase away the source of the pain are considerably less than dignified, but he hears an angry buzz, right at the edge of his ear, before he comes to a stop.
There’s no one around to judge him, no one to laugh at his movements, no one to ask if he’s all right. He’d thought he was used to being alone, but there’s a faint echo of Tim’s uneasy laughter, of his quiet concern, barely there and unfamiliar to either of them.
He misses it. Misses Tim.
He’s alone. Tired. Sore.
He wants this over with.