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.
Q:Tim gives Jay his first cigarette. ^_^
Tim can see the weight of everything on Jay’s shoulders. It’s eerily familiar, the slope of his neck, the bags under his eyes.
”How’d you do it?” Jay asks him one day, quietly. “Deal with it all?”
Tim shrugs. “A lot of meds,” he says. He’s stopped trying to push Jay, but he has to be honest here. “Terrible habits,” he adds, tapping out a cigarette.
Jay holds out his hand. Tim considers it for a second, then flips the cigarette in his hand so it fits neatly in Jay’s fingers.
"Better than the alternative," Jay says, and Tim pretends not to hear.
Q:Ti's dying words to Jay
Q:I was told you could possibly do the thing w/ this please?-- completely consensual Jay/Tim make out where both parties enjoy themselves and remember what happened later
(I saw you coming via Jay, this is awesome!)