couples_therapy | 57.5. Marilyn Monroe quote

57.5. [From Week 51] "A wise girl kisses but doesn't love. Listens but doesn't believe. And leaves, before she is left." - Marilyn Monroe

Tim couldn't believe he was being fucking tutored by Landry. Fucking Landry, of all people. The amount of nerds with really nices boobs in the school and he ends up with Landry, who not only doesn't have boobs, but actually was born with his face in some stupid book with too many words. Not even any pictures. Tim's feet were planted up on the library table, which was against the 1001 Rules of Library Ettiquette, probably right under not shooting one's load on the vagina pages of anatomy text books. He had already knocked four of Landry's prized books onto the floor and earned death glares because of it. Tim knew Landry wouldn't do a damn thing about it, though, nor did he particularly care. His head lolled to the side in boredom and he aimed his empty pen casing at the geek table, managing to get a spitball to stick in the science nerd's hair. He smirked smugly to himself and sniffed with disinterest.

"Riggins, did you even here what I said?" Landry asked with that nasal snippiness he always got when someone had the gall to hate studying.

( Tim shrugged. “Nope.” )

Not binding on any other FNL muses


Word Count | 822

just_muse_me | 15.8.3. The Worst Week of My Life

15.8.3. The Worst Week of My Life

Tim would never really forget that deep, wet coldness that felt like it was seeping so far into his skin he could feel it in his veins. The rain beating down on him was so hard it was almost physically painful when the large drops pelted his skin and soaked his clothing. He hadn't been surprised by Coach's tactics, though. If the team ever needed a boot up the ass as a whole, it was then. Tim was at the crux of it all, too. It was then, running that hard course in the pouring rain amidst the pitch black night with his team mates upchucking in the mud all around him that Tim let the enormity of Jason's accident weigh heavily on his shoulders. He might have ran the same distance and the same amount of laps in the same time in the same rain as the rest of the team, but to Tim, it felt like he had done the course one hundred times over. He wasn't just carrying himself that night in the rain, he was carrying Jason, too.

( It didn't ever feel like enough. And it wasn't. But Coach didn't have them out there to reach their quota of “enough”... )

Tim's Jason Street is itwontstopme and his Coach Taylor is pantherscoach. Not binding on any other FNL muses.


Word Count | 561

RP with supermarketsam | Alone time

Tim felt like the only thing he really could do to stop him wanting booze was fry his brain other ways. He was learning that pushing away the urge to reach for a beer was a lot harder than it seemed. In fact, it was terrible. So, he had taken to working out whenever he wanted one, which was basically all the time. He started going for runs twice, sometimes three times a day, and when he wasn't doing that he was in the gym Jason had set up in the garage for himself when they moved in. Tim had been allowed to use it on the proviso he put everything back with Jason's disability aids when he was done. Straps around the weights, etc. etc. For obvious reasons, there had been no treadmill or exercise bike, so Tim "borrowed" Billy's, which Billy himself hadn't used in probably around six years.

He was on the bike now, going extremely close to the top speed. He sat back and poured his bottle of water over his head to try and cool down, but he didn't stop the pedalling. Jason wasn't around to coach him and tell him he was doing too much/too little, so it was up to Tim to set the standards and if the desperation he had for a beer was anything to go by, the standards weren't quite high enough yet.