#Gerrytim

[theworkerofkeay]

Anyway this couldn’t live in my head any longer, I had to create it so y’all can see it too.

My favourite rare pair Gerry & Tim 🖤🩷

[nikiferous]

big fan of timgerry or gerrytim, whatever you want to call it, so as im mostly on twitter i want to finally dump some of the silly scraps here. Hello have a nice day

[birdifulhuman]

I was thinking a lot about Gerry recently. And Tim. GerryTim as one would have it.

I think they're dynamic could be neat tehe.

[moonisthedoor]

(THIS IS A TMA POST I DID NOT LISTEN TO TMAGP DO NOT SPOIL TMAGP FOR ME WITH YOUR TAGS ON THIS POST FOR THE LOVE OF ALL HOLY)

gerrytim established relationship around spring 2014 they just started living together. Gerry randomly disappears for about twelve hours, doesn't answer his phone, shows up half an hour before midnight when Tim's almost worked himself into a partially flashback induced panic attack. Gerry says his phone died halfway through the day. Tim says he was worried. Gerry says he didn't think Tim would. Tim tries not to think about the implications of that single sentence. Gerry downs an ibuprofen pill (for his headache) (on empty stomach of course because he didn't have time to eat) (and Tim would tell him to eat first but there's no food in the fridge and he was supposed to cook something but was too busy calling and worrying and working up the courage to go out and look) (aren't they both a mess). Gerry hugs Tim. says he's sorry. Tim sighs and breathes in the smell of smoke from his shirt and says "let's just go to sleep". they go to sleep. maybe for a moment everything feels okay. it's not.

EDIT: I wrote it

[gerrydelano]

Seventh Installment of the Pharos By Right series

Title: LONG CON Rating: M Chapters: 1 / 7 Words: 5k Characters: Martin Blackwood, Danny Stoker, Gerry Keay, Tim Stoker, Jon Sims, Sasha James, Nikola Orsinov, The Contortionist, Scope Mods, If You Know You Know etc

Relationships: Martin/Danny, Gerry/Tim

Additional Tags: Archivist!Gerry, Canon Divergence, Mostly Morbid Humor, Angst, Action, Low Empathy Autistic/BPD/OCD Martin, Trans Martin, Stranger!Danny, End!Tim, The Stranger, The Hunt, Non-Canonical Character Undeath, Circus Torture, Relationship Abuse

Summary:

“I know that whatever happens, it’s already in motion. There’s nothing we can do right now, Tim. Nothing.” Nature will take its course. What will nurture have you do?

Or: Martin and Danny try to survive in the Circus, and protect each other, by any means necessary. Meanwhile, the rest of the gang freaks out on Scope in their helplessness.

[magnetictapedistortion]

are you suffering the brain worms rot caused by tim stoker and gerard keay delano? are you looking for likeminded nerds to gush about these spooky guys with? well, do we have the deal for you!

my partner and i have created a timgerry discord server! of course it isn’t exclusive to this, but we’ve gotta have a place for the likeminded fans of our favorite rarepair right?

we would love to see you all pop in and hopefully we can spark some awesome friendships!

[suspiciousasphalt]

wake up babe, new Jon/Gerry/Tim WIP dropped

(I haven’t abandoned my jongerry wip, it’s just been postponed for a bit because this story idea has GRABBED MY BY THE THROAT)

he/they/she pronouns for Jon

he/him pronouns for Tim

and they/them for Gerry

Even at his best, Jon could never handle the cold. It reminded him of the worst times in his life; the bitter wind chill leaving his mother’s funeral, that same wind one day when he was 8 years old, the frigid ache of being left behind, and a particularly awful breakup that ended with them with a door slammed in his face at 3am and walking home in the rain.

So, on this particular night, Jon was wrapped in about 10 blankets with the heat on blast.

When the phone rang. the call had almost gone to voicemail by the time they dug themself out of the blankets.

“Martin? Is everything okay?” Martin was on vacation, visiting his great aunt in Scotland. They had texted pretty consistently since Martin had left, but calling was rare for them- even in emergencies.

“I’m fine. But my idiot boyfriend went out with his friends and got so smashed he called me to ask to give him a ride home.” Jon snorts a bit, then sighs. From what he knows about Mike and what he’s heard about Mike’s friends, that's perfectly in character; however, it does mean that Martin is probably about to ask him to go pick him up for him.

“You want me to pick him up don’t you?” Martin sighs with relief.

“Would you please? I wouldn’t ask but all our other friends are either dead asleep or with Mike and just as drunk as he is, and I reaaaallly don’t want any of them trying to drive eachother home.”

“And you know I’m an insomniac and despise pubs and the like,” Jon sighs, and takes a moment to grieve his mound of blankets before giving in, “Do they all need rides too?”

“No, Tim’s brother is going to come pick the rest of them up, but we’re the farthest away and in the wrong direction. Thank you so much Jon. If you can’t go then I’m sure-”

“No, no. I’ll get him. Text me his location? I know you guys have that find my thingy.”

“Thank you thank you thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t die on your way back next week and I’ll call it even. I’m honestly surprised your boyfriend hasn’t shot me through the Vast yet.”

“Alright deal,” Martin laughs, “Text me when you guys get home safe?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” Jon says, trying to jam her boots onto their feet, “But yes, I’ll text you. Bye.”

“Bye Jon! Thank you again!” And with that, Jon tugs on their thickest coat and grabs their keys.

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Jon parks the car in the cramped “customers only” parking lot. She takes a moment to brace for the cold, and opens the door. It’s raining lightly, adding to his misery. They go to the door, where Mike is supposed to be waiting for him. He sees Mike’s choppy hair (the electric blue makes him almost obnoxiously easy to spot) and sighs in relief.

“Okay Mike, let’s go. Before Martin calls me panicking cuz I haven’t texted him yet.”

“Jon?” It isn’t Mike that responds, like Jon was expecting, but the voice is very familiar.

“Tim?” Jon blinks, then notices who’s standing next to Tim, “Gerry?”

“Jon?” The three of them stare at each other for a moment. Even Tim and Gerry glace at each other in confusion. Tim opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by a car honking and someone yelling his name.

“Be right there Danny!” he yells back, and turns back to Jon, but she’s already grabbing Mike’s arm and speed walking in the other direction.

“Hey! Ow ow owwww, jerk!” Mike slurs as Jon pulls him around the corner at the end of the block.

“Shhhhhhhh” Jon whispers. They stand there in silence for a few minutes as Mike rubs his wrist and glares at Jon. Then, she peaks her head around the corner.

“Do you think they’ve left yet?”

“Who?”

“Tim and Gerry!”

“I mean probably. Why?”

“Because we’re parked in the other direction.”

———

just to set the scene: this is an au, the Fears are still a thing but in more of a “urban fantasy/“secret world”” kind of way than a “awful truth about the universe/ metaphor for capitalism” type of way.

what’s the deal with jon, tim, and gerry?

you’ll have to find out ;)

[beholdme]

I wish you'd write a fic where Gerry does some body painting on Jon and or Martin

I know you've read this already but we're here so....

here is Gerry and Tim having some painterly sex.

also on ao3 as a part of this fic

The paint is cold when it hits Tim’s skin. It flows out of the bottle, slick and liquid, the perfect viscosity to stick to his skin and paint him a myriad of delightful colours. Gerry is having a good time turning him into a whole kaleidoscope, a little frown of determination between their brows, a glint of anticipation in their eyes. 

The paint is body safe, of course, and they stand together naked on a big white canvas sheet, the blankness of it brimming with potential. The occasional rouge splatter lands around their feet, puddles waiting to be spread about. 

There’s music playing, one of Gerry’s playlists, and Tim is very aware that Martin and Jon exist somewhere else in the flat, going about their day. He flushes slightly as he imagines them wandering in to watch Gerry turning him into art. 

To distract himself from following those thoughts, Tim takes the bottle of emerald green paint from Gerry and pours it along their collarbones, letting it drip down over their chest. He covers their back with sunshine yellow, their arms with bright cobalt. He falls to his knees and spills navy over their thighs. 

Gerry’s paint-wet hands grip Tim’s hair as he takes their cock in his mouth. After he shows his enthusiasm, Gerry takes over, fucking his face with easy, indulgent strokes. Tim runs his hands up and down their legs as they do, painting rivers of colour along the muscles of their calves and thighs, as he enjoys the velvety weight of their cock on his tongue. 

Tim goes happily when Gerry pulls away from him. They wipe away a trail of spit from his chin, their eyes hazy and self-satisfied, the same shade as the trail of teal paint gracing their cheek bone. Another slick of paint, more colours on his back, sapphire and lapis and indigo, before Tim finds himself lying back and gazing at the far-away ceiling of the flat. 

The paint on their chests mixes as Gerry settles themself atop Tim, cradled between his thighs. Their hips move, grinding their cocks between them. Tim moans as Gerry’s piercing drags over him, sparking something hot and needy inside of him. He grips their arse, pulling them harder and faster against him. 

Gerry nips his neck and Tim whines, desperation mounting. When he leans away to catch the expression on their face, he finds Gerry grinning, self-satisfied. That expression captures the spirit of the cat with the cream exactly. They know exactly what they’re doing to Tim, and they want him to break from it. 

Tim rolls them, Gerry landing on their back among a mounting collection of paint smears. Their hair catches in the wet spots, dragging the colour out and leaving streaks in their wake.  

Tim takes Gerry’s cock in his mouth again as he presses lubed fingers inside of them. Gerry squirms, fists twisted in the sheet, urging Tim on with whispered encouragements. 

“You’re so sweet,” Gerry says, when Tim drags them up into his lap, their legs twinning around him. 

“Sweet?” Tim chuckles, lining his cock up and pulling Gerry down onto him. “Is it sweet when I fuck you, Picasso?” 

“Always.” Gerry hums happily, their head tipping back as they start to move. Tim’s hands are mottled green and blue where they rest on Gerry’s hips, guiding their undulating movements. They’re very pretty like this, paint soaked and moving on top of him, content to fuck him with slow rolls of their hips, fire dancing between them, pleasure bubbling like oxygen in Tim’s veins. 

Tim sighs, letting his eyes drift closed, losing himself in a river of paint and Gerry. 

[nightmaskart]

I know this is a long shot, but I am devoted to GerryTim and may literally die of happiness to see you put them together.

Gerry and Tim!

[birdifulhuman]

Your post said to give you Tim ships, and of course my favorite is jontim but I have a soft spot for gerrytim, partly cause all the fanart is so good

I can see it. If only Gerry had lived Oofers

also forgive me, this is the first time I’ve drawn Gerry

[moonisthedoor]

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Tim asks. His phone is on the table in front of him, screen still lit up and Gerry’s number on speed dial. He doesn’t know what number of unanswered calls he would see if he swiped to the right. Double digits, of course, but beyond that he can’t even recall the approximate number of times he pushed the dial button in the last five or so hours.

Or, a scene that technically could happen in canon around spring of 2014.

Reblogs appreciated!

[gerrydelano]

Seventh Installment of the Pharos By Right series

Title: DEVILDANCE Rating: M Chapters: 5 / 7 Words: 12.2k Characters: Gerry Keay, Tim Stoker, Jon Sims, Martin Blackwood, Danny Stoker, Sasha James, Melanie King, Georgie Barker, Adelard Dekker, Judith Dekker, Nikola Orsinov, Mary Keay (mentioned)

Relationships: Gerry/Tim, Martin/Danny, Melanie/Sasha/Georgie, Jon & Judith

Additional Tags: Archivist!Gerry, Canon Divergence, Mostly Morbid Humor, Angst, DID/EDS/POTS Gerry, HoH/BPD Tim, Jewish/Indian Jon, Jewish Adelard, End!Tim, Stranger!Danny, Corruption!Sasha, The Stranger, The Hunt, Non-Canonical Character Undeath, Explicit Sexual Content, The Unknowing, Consensual Murder Arrangements

Chapter Summary:

“This may be a foolish question, but… where is everybody?” Jon whispers. “They’re here,” says Danny. “All over. There, and there, and oh! Right over there, too.” Jon cowers away from each direction he points in, clearing the fear from his throat. “…Then why haven’t they— I don’t know, attacked yet?” “Oh, they will!” Danny claps him on the shoulder, and Jon jumps. “They need an audience, so they want us exactly where we are. We walked right into it! They’re really just waiting until it’s funniest.” “Are you serious?” Danny just smiles.

Or: Gerry and Tim spend as much intimate time together as they can before the potential end of the world as they know it. Jon commandeers a meeting in the safehouse to go over their plan for the Unknowing, and pisses off everyone in the room. Things get awkward at the motel the night before. And then — the dance.

[milkteamoon]

Ship bing uhhh what about Gerry/Tim orrrr Basira/Daisy

Ship bingo :)

Pink is gerrytim and teal is daisybasira :)

Gerrytim: never really thought about it! Tho I like jongerry a lot and I think they could have a similar vibe :)

Daisybasira: OUGH.....MAN. Daisy and Basira are SOOO messy and give me so many complicated feelings, but I do like them a lot. I don't think of them as romantic in canon (nor do I think they're meant to be written as such) but I do rlly love the ambiguity of their whole thing...something something about Daisy's undying devotion to Basira and Basira's inner conflict with caring a great deal about Daisy but unable to confine their relationship to a neat little box like she's so keen on putting everyone else in.....I get them I really do

[suncrayon]

absolutely not he's still goth just happy imho

Y’all did they ungothify Gerry??? Is he a normie now?

[suspiciousasphalt]

I published my jon/gerry/tim wip! I’ve only posted chapter one so far but i do have the beginning of chapter 2!

[reygunsandreynbows]

gerrytim >>>>