#tim wright x jay merrick

[graveyardflames13]

That one alien image.

[imsogayyippee]

I never said I'd lie and wait forever

If I died we'd be together now

I can't always just forget her

But she could try

lyrics version ↓

[st4rzzl0verr]

yo! love ur shit <3 could you do a mh jam one shot?

AGHHHH THANK YOU AND YESSSS

i hope you like this i don't know if its the best thing ever created but love my traumatized gay boys

Jay’s body ached more with each hour he kept himself awake, rewatching tapes over and over and over. He knew this was idiotic, but there had to be something he missed. It seemed like there always was. His lips pursed as he locked himself in a hunch over at the less than decently built hotel desk, a low sigh rumbling out of him. But he still paused again and rewinded.

Pause, groan, rewind. Rinse, shutter, repeat.

Tim had walked out of the room abruptly about ten minutes ago. The only reason Jay didn’t find this odd enough to go follow him is the fact that he assumed Tim was going out for a smoke. His assumption would prove to be correct, smoke billowing from Tim’s mouth as he sighed out the drag he had taken. He was leaning against the wall right outside their room with a blank expression directed towards the concrete below, a harsh coughing fit suddenly ripping through him. But he cleared his throat and still put the cigarette back up to his lips.

In, hold, out. Rinse, shutter, repeat.

Jay shut the laptop, pushing it to the farside of the desk and scooting out his chair with his legs. He stood and made his way to the door, a slight breeze hitting his face along with the smell of smoke as he yanked it open. He stepped out and turned to his right. Jay’s eyes met Tim’s perplexed face, but he just stood there, waiting for him to say something.

“Where’s the fire?” Tim monotoned, his stare finally breaking away from Jay and settling on the concrete again.

“What?” He searched the side of Tim’s face.

“Nothing. It’s late, you should probably get some sleep.”

“Well, I’m trying to figure out some of the footage. It's really distorted though.” Jay explained.

“Yeah, I heard it playing over and over.” Tim snarked slightly, causing Jay to wince at the idea of Tim having to hear that garbled audio a million times over.

“Right, uh, sorry about that.” The air was as tense and awkward as it always seemed to be between the two.

“So are you gonna go get some sleep or am I gonna have to tuck you in?” Tim looked back at Jay, a slight twinkle in his eye. He lifted up the cigarette and took another drag.

“Hah, yeah I can go try I guess.” Jay turned around, and then turned back. “What about you?”

“Hm?” Tim pulled the cigarette away from his mouth.

“Are you gonna come back in… or…?”

“Oh, yeah, I probably should.” Tim flicked the cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out.

Jay nodded and walked back into the hotel, thinking over the conversation and silently cursing at himself for being so off-putting again. He flopped onto his bed and rolled onto his side, not caring about getting out of his jeans or pulling up the covers. Maybe that was mistake number one when it came to how his nightly routines always went. Terrible comfort, terrible nightmares, and barely any sleep. It didn’t even surprise him when he woke up from another horrifying dream. The only thing that did surprise him is the fact that he awoke with a scream. His head whipped over to Tim who had shot up from his slumber at the noise.

“What? What happened!?” Tim was breathing heavily, staring at Jay like a deer in headlights.

“Nothing! Nothing happened,” Jay started. “Just a nightmare… Sorry.”

“Oh…” Tim seemed to almost immediately relax, blinking a couple of times and rubbing his eyes. “Was it really that bad that you had to scream?”

“It's not like I woke up and decided to scream, the scream woke me up.” Jay scoffed, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with his hands in his head.

“Right.” Tim sighed. “Are you gonna be able to get back to sleep?”

“Probably not. Why?”

“Well, me neither.” Tim raised his eyebrows in that sort of sardonic way he always did. “You need anything?”

“Uh… Well yeah but I wouldn't ask you for that.”

“What is it?”

“Like… comfort? I guess. But we're not really close enough for that. So don't worry about it.” Jay shifted back onto the bed and halfway curled into himself, facing away from Tim now.

Tim pushed the covers from himself and stepped over to Jay’s bed, trying as hard as he could to not disturb Jay as he laid down behind him, his hand going to run through the side of the others hair. He didn't really know what brought him to do this but he knew it mattered to him that Jay didn't have to go through… Well, everything he went through.

“Hm?” Jay almost flinched away, but he decided to stay still, attempting to not break whatever spell Tim was under to be doing such a thing.

“I don’t know about you but, I think this whole thing has brought us a bit closer. And… I care about you.” Tim shifted slightly closer until his chest was flush with Jay’s back.

Jay leaned into him, the motion was barely noticeable but Tim still caught it.

“And I especially care about you getting good sleep. Things like nightmares are a pain in the ass. I would know.

Jay snorted softly, his eyes beginning to flutter shut. Tim’s hand was still nimbly running through his hair, the light sensation of his fingertips calming his unruly nerves.

“Thank you.” Jay murmured.

“Don't mention it.” Tim hummed, his arm moving down and resting around Jay’s waist, embracing him as they both nodded off into much needed sleep.

[sister-lucifer]

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”

“…I hope not. I want this to be as special as it feels.”

[21fallouts-atmychemicaldisco]

Yo Jammers you guys are all missing on huge angst opportunities by not listening to Fall Out Boy Like you should totally not listen to the bonus track on Fall Out Boy's third studio album Infinity On High released on 2007 titled G.I.N.A.S.F.S which stands for gay is not a synonym for shitty and you should totally not skip to 0:47 and not look too deep into it smh my head I've seen enough of you guys to know there's a good enough overlap between Slenderverse fans and emos and yet NO ONE takes these opportunities you guys are lame

And it isn't even just Jam it doesn't even have to be a ship the amount of songs by FOB that I've heard and went "hmmm yes the Alabamians" is not funny

[armadilloinkissmakeup]

Just Glad You're Alive

Fandom: Marble Hornets

Pairing: Tim Wright x Jay Merrick

Summary: Jay lives au where Tim finds Jay after he is shot and saves him

Warnings: Light gore, Soft Angst.

Word count: 1,500+

Authors Note: This is my first time writing a fanfic in years so its not amazing. I wrote this imagining it as mutual pinning but it could probably be taken as platonic too. Feedback is epic and if you want more like this don't be shy go and request! Enjoy =D

Tim was racing around the halls of the abandoned building, calling out for Jay frantically. As he ran into a small room he froze, his heart dropping to his gut as he looked down at the crimson blood on the floor, he was too late. He felt nauseated as he rushed around the empty halls, his eyes stinging. ��Jay!” His voice wavering as he screamed out in panic. It felt like somebody tied a rope around his lungs, he was near breathless.

He ran outside, hoping the man had somehow made it out there, begging whatever higher power there may be that Jay was alive. His eyes frantically scanned around for any sign of the man. “Jay!” The name had left his tongue so much it felt almost foreign now. A weak murmur made Tim whip around, “Tim?..” he just barely heard the cry. His feet moved for him, the fastest they could physically go straight for the trees. “Jay!?” He screamed again, his voice sounded desperate. The sound of coughing led him behind a tree, sitting against it was the man who he was searching for, blood all over his hands and the abdomen they were trying to cover. He was pale, paler than usual, his eyes lacked the light of life behind them Tim had remembered.

At an instant the man was on his knees and at his side. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Tim shakily placed a hand on Jay's wound to apply more pressure, granting a painful hiss from him. “God Jay no. No no no no no.” The dying man tried to say something to Tim, but was in too much pain to speak coherently. “I gotta pick you up, okay?” Jay nodded quickly and Tim rushingly put an arm under his legs and another behind his back before lifting him up and running towards his car. Jay grunted “Tim… I-..'' Tim cut in immediately, speaking quickly. “Hey you’re going to be okay, it's going to be okay” he was more trying to convince himself than Jay. Tim placed Jay in the passenger seat hastily before running to the other side and getting in, not even bothering to put on a seatbelt before speeding towards the nearest hospital. Tim steered with his left hand and applied pressure on Jay's wound with the right, the warm liquid on his hand a constant reminder of reality. Tim made sure Jay stayed awake the whole ride.

Jay watched Tim to keep his mind off the pain, he had never seen Tim so distressed. All Jay could think about was the fact that the last time he had seen Tim he was trying to attack him with a knife, and yet here he is doing his best to make sure Jay would make it out alive. “Tim…” he tried to speak up once more. Tim looked over at him in deep concern  “We’re almost there Jay, I promise, just hang in there and stay awake for me.” Even in the unbearable pain he was in, Jay didn’t miss how Tim's voice broke, nor did he miss the tears running down Tim's face.

Tim stopped in front of the hospital doors and ran out the car, yelling at Jay a quick “Stay there!” before running into the hospital. Jay could hear Tim's frantic yelling from inside the building, though he couldn't make out any words. About five people ran out and grabbed Jay from Tim’s car, bringing him into the hospital and on a stretcher before wheeling him away.

Tim had to answer some questions before he was excused to sit in the lobby to wait the most painfully slow hours of his life. He sat in the lobby chair, right leg bouncing rapidly as he bit at his fingers. Not once while he waited did he go out for a smoke, he felt far too sick to. 

Over five hours in, the door opened and a woman holding a clipboard walked out. “Timothy Wright?” She called out. Tim immediately stood up and walked to her, swallowing this fear of what news she had for him. “Jay is stable but unconscious, the bullet missed anything vital” Tim let go of the breath he was holding, Jay was okay. “Due to his condition, he will likely need to stay here for a few nights, just to make sure everything goes well, but after that he should fully heal in a few months. It's good you got him here when you did, he’s lost a lot of blood. What did you say your relationship with Mr. Merrick was?” Tim cleared his throat before replying. “Uhm, he is a... a really close friend of mine” It was just then when Tim truly realized how much his relationship with Jay had grown since they reunited.

“Ah I see, do you plan on staying here with him as he recovers?” Tim didn’t need to think about his answer. “Yes, I will.” The woman wrote something on her paper before looking up at him again. “Alrighty then! I'll be sure to come and get you once he’s awake, which I don’t think should be very long from now.” Tim nodded. “Thank you ma’am” She gave him a warm smile then walked back through the door, leaving Tim waiting in the lobby once more. The next hour felt about as long as the previous ones, maybe even longer. Yes, he now knew Jay was going to be okay, but he needed to see that for himself. He needed to see Jay looking back at him, he needed to know for sure he was alive.

The door creaked open again and the same nurse walked out. She needed only to look in Tims direction before he got up. “Jay has been awake for about 10 minutes now, he's doing good but is still in a lot of pain. We told him you were waiting and he said he would like to see you now. I'll lead you to the room he is in.” Tim thanked the nurse before she led him up to Jay’s room. “Alright this is the room, I'll leave you to talk but in the meantime I'll grab you some fresh clothes, okay?” At first Tim was a bit confused, that was until he looked down and saw his blood soaked shirt. Oh.

His hand lingered on the door knob for a moment, he took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in. Jay was sitting up in bed drinking orange juice through a straw, he had an IV in his arm and a paper bracelet on his wrist, the gown he was wearing had some sort of patterns and prints on it that Tim couldn’t make out clearly from the door. Jay froze as Tim walked in, his eyes lit up slightly, and his lips perked up into a small smile. “Tim!” Jay's voice was soft, but it showed how happy he was to see the other. Tim felt himself relax, he couldn’t help but smile a bit too. “Jay.” He breathed out relieved. “You’re okay.” Jay scoffed playfully “Yeah, thanks to you. Come in.” He motioned Tim toward the chair by his bed, who closed the door behind him and compiled, scooting the chair a bit closer.

Jay noticed the blood all over Tim and his face dropped a little. “Fuck im so sorry, I got blood all over you and your car.” Now it was Tim scoffing, he shook his head almost not believing how ridiculous this apology was. “Jay I could care less, you’re alive and that's all that matters to me at this moment.” Tim spoke softly, which was new to Jay but not disliked. Jay’s face dropped more, he ran his hand through the hair on the back of his head, a nervous tic Tim was familiar with. “Tim, I'm… I'm so sorry for the other day I-... I wasn’t thinking clearly and I see that now. This is all my fault. I don’t expect you to forgive me for any of that I-I completely get it, I-I do, I just want to apologize.” Jay's voice broke the more he talked. Tim’s eyebrows furrowed together as he listened to the smaller man in front of him struggle to form words. “I-I can’t begin to tell you how m-uch I missed you...” Jay scoffed a laugh at himself. “I’m so horrib-”

Tim cut him off, gently wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on top of Jay’s. He made sure not to put any pressure on Jay’s abdomen. “I missed you too.” After a short moment he could feel Jay wrap his arms around him too, placing his face on Tim's shoulder. Jay broke, sobbing weakly into Tim’s shoulder while muttering senseless apologies. Tim softly hushed Jay, moving his hand behind his head and slowly running his hand through his hair, remembering it helped a lot when he had to calm Jay from a panic attack once. “I told you the only thing that matters to me right now is that you’re okay. Don’t worry about all that right now.” Tim spoke quietly and softly, just loud enough for Jay to hear it. Jay sobbed louder and held onto him tighter, muttering weakly. “T-thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” They stayed like that for a while as Jay calmed down. Once Jay was just sniffling, Tim spoke up. “You’re high off the pain meds aren’t you?” Jay sniffled “Oh extremely.” They both started chuckling lightly, Jay’s laugh was something Tim had missed a lot. After that, Tim pulled away and looked down at Jay. “How do you feel about ordering some food from the cafeteria?” Jay smiled up at Tim as he rubbed tears off his face with the back of his hand. “That sounds amazing actually.”

[direpunk]

Looking at you with my big ol' eyes. Mh Jam pretty please

RAAAHHHHHH I LOVE JAM. this is way more affectionate than how i view them normally but i just wanted to draw something sweet :-)

[666melvin666]

some jam for the toast again

i def dont headcanon those two beeing addicted to holding eachother

(they def snuggled a few times during the hmotel hopping in season 3)

[chaosincluded]

yall liked that last one so more jam doodles

i like to think that tim falls asleep on jay so often its actually concerning. he needs to get his beauty sleep

[mew-c0m]

JAY MERRICK ⦻

[g0oper]

Thought about them

[graveyardflames13]

The Christmas bells are ringing.

But we do not care.

For the only thing we know.

Is pain and despair.

In this Christmas season.

The only thing we have, is eachother.

So we must find warmth in this shared agony.

[cryptidcircuswrites]

Hello, Id like to request general HC can be as little detailed as you want with who do you think would be the best and worst person to make friendship bracelets for like who is straight up eating them beads. Joking it with the bracelet. Idk. Making bracelets and devastated you're not in bracelet throwing range ily/p -Marc

FRIENDSHIP BRACELET HEADCANONS

!- friendship bracelets with various characters, mentions of canon deaths

TIM WRIGHT

"Why the fuck would I wanna do that?"

Probably reminds him of the psych ward tbh

It was rare that he'd get to do arts and crafts but he always loved it

Uses as many colors as possible, the psych ward had none

Absolutely loves the bracelets too Wears his everywhere, forever. It's one of his most treasures possessions, not that he'd ever tell you. You only find out because he flips the FUCK out when he can't find it

JAY MERRICK

Makes the ugliest bracelet you've ever seen. Can't tie a knot to save his life. Gets sad if you don't wear the one he made for you, though, so you're stuck with it.

Despite being godawful, he's so excited to be doing something with you

He just wants to hang out all the time, forever (quality time love language gang unite)

The bracelet breaks at some point during season 2, but he keeps the beads in his pocket until his death.

BRIAN THOMAS

"Yeah, sure, sounds fun!"

He's not super into it, but you're his friend, you asked, so he feels kind of obligated.

His bracelets are decently pretty. Nothing too special, not Jay's disaster either.

Wears it for a couple weeks before tossing it in a drawer. You're friends, yeah, but he just doesn't get the whole bracelet thing.

ALEX KRALIE

Says no.

If you ask him again, you have to ask six times before he says yes.

SUPER particular about bead choice.

(Charm and color association, it's a super personal thing but you can't waterboard that out of him)

Pretends not to wear it but it's under his sleeves almost all the time

This man loses his glasses before he takes off his bracelet.

Towards the end, when he's sometimes lucid, he'll stare at the bracelet and try to remember your face.

TICCI TOBY

Twitches right as he's finishing his bracelet, ruining his progress and scattering the beads everywhere.

Gets pissed and leaves the table. You give him the one you made for him, but he opts for giving you jewelry he stole found instead

He wears the bracelet until he has a breakdown and tears it off in a panic, losing it forever

Definitely chews on it

JEFF THE KILLER

Will not make them with you, quite literally doesn't have the patience for it.

If you GIVE him one though, he will cry

He loves small gifts so much

Mans is permanently emotionally stunted, which means extreme reactions to EVERYTHING, not just the constant rage Probably personifies the bracelet.

Definitely talks to it on missions like it can somehow send a message to you.

EYELESS JACK

Eats the beads.

He likes the crunch and is too autistic to not have some kind of stim about them.

Threading the beads is difficult with the claws, so he ends up making you a shaker jar with baby oil and water

He's very particular about the colors, but not shape or texture since it's in a jar and also he can't see the shape very well, but you can both see colors and he wants you to feel as happy about the beads as he does (again, autism)

He wears the one you gave him until it eventually gets lost on an assignment

[murdermortician]

I finally found time to draw big pieces again and I think they turned out wonderfully! I've gotten really into the idea that these two fight like an old gay married couple so I drew them as such! Their "ship name" is Jam and i think that's really cute.

[alabasterwasps]

uh, you’re welcome

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[spider-mask09]