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dilfloverny · 5 months ago

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"I care about you." with Tim Riggins

I like this one but I don't think it's as much Tim Riggins as it could be (if that makes sense). anyway, enjoy (prob not grammatically correct but idrc) 0.7k

enjoy this pos ;)

Frustration and anger coursed through your body as you stormed towards the Riggins house. The cool air of the night balanced the rising angry heat in your body.

His need to push anyone away who cared about him was growing tired. You refused to allow him to do so. You’d finally accepted your feelings for him and he was gonna have to accept them too. He was gonna have to accept the love and nurturing you planned on providing him. There would be no more brooding, “selfless” Tim Riggins. For once he would accept the love you know he deserves and not the bullshit he takes, and you were gonna make sure he knew it.

You breathed a calming breath before banging on the door. It was the middle of the night, but he was going to hear what you had to say. Your mind gathered the words as the door opened to reveal a groggy Tim. He wore gym shorts and a cut open tank top that showed his physique in the best ways possible.

Your breath hitched as you took him in. Your last name on his lips snapped you from the trance he seemed to always put you in. “What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” He croaked.

“I have to tell you something.”

His hands raised in protest. “Can’t this wai-“ His sentence was cut short by your hand on his chest as you pushed him into his messy living room.

You slammed the door behind yourself as you began to speak, “No. I have something to say and you—“ You shoved your pointer finger into his chest, “Are gonna shut up— and listen.”

Tim’s jaw clenched and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His muscled arms dropped in surrender as you spoke, “I care about you. I care about you and I am not letting anyone, not even you change that.” Your hand went up, crossing your face. “There is not one thing about you that can turn me away from that, do you understand that? I love you— I love all of you and I am ready to take on every single one of your flaws and perfections.”

His face relaxed at your words, his hands instantly reaching for your shoulders and pulling you into his warm body.

Emotion flooded your face as one of your hands went around his waist but the other stayed on his chest, “I am tired of you pushing me away, Tim.” You sniffled, “So fuckin’ tired.” You dropped your head into his chest and wrapped your remaining hand around his waist as his lips kissed the crown of your head and his hand rubbed comforting circles on your back.

“I know, honey,” His pet name for you on his lips calmed your body like nothing else could. “I know. And I’m sorry.” He pulled away slightly to get a good look at your face, his heart clenching and his body cringing once he did. A few tears stray from your eyes and an anguished look decorated your features as you avoided eye contact.

His hands went to your face, the rough pads of his thumbs wiping away the few tears that fell. You closed your eyes as his lips began to kiss away any tears that threatened to fall and relaxed into his hold.

He never wanted to make you cry, ever. Of all people— he never wanted it to be you. And it tore him apart that he did. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” He pleaded as he peppered kisses across your soft skin.

Your body warmed as he pulled you into him again, his lips pressing into the crown of your head before he spoke again. “I just- fuck. You’re perfect, absolutely perfect. And you’re going places— I’m not.”

Your voice was muffled as you interrupted, “Don’t say that. It’s not true, it’s not true and you know it.”

His sigh was heavy, “I don’t want to be the one to hold you back.”

Your head lifted from his chest and your eyes made contact as you spoke, “If I’m going places, Tim, I’m taking you with me. We’re in this together, you’re never leaving me again.”

An affectionate smile graced his features as he gazed down at you, his beautiful green eyes piercing your heart. “Never.” He took hold of your chin, tipping it up and placing a delicate kiss on your lips and spoke through it. “I love you.”

Your smile brightened through the kiss, pulling away to look at his features, “I love you, Riggins.”

AN: I wrote this like almost a year and a half (?) ago forgive me I just needed to post something I fear

#tim riggins #friday night lights #writing prompt #dilflovernywrites🕸️#tim riggins x reader

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dilfloverny · 8 months ago

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hello hello!!! here's my first writing or wtv, its based off a writing prompt list i found months ago when i wrote this ... nevertheless! there are quite literally zero tim riggins x reader fics on this wretched internet so i decided to take things into my own hands-- so fnl fan girlies this is for you <3 (might be a bit ooc so sorry)

"You're a terrible liar." with Tim Riggins

You sat in some dark corner room of Dillon High, hiding from the noise… your peers, the staff– the noise. The stress of the day– of life was weighing heavy on your mind and the environment of Dillon High was not helping. Eventually, you’d have to leave this haven, but you weren’t ready yet.

It’s not like you could leave the school– you had to be at the game for Tim, you’d never dream of missing it. He clung to you like velcro– especially on game days. Usually, you guys would come to school together but a hangover became him, so you arrived alone.

And so you sat. The faint buzz of the dim overhead lights and the beat of your heart in your ears. A breeze from the open window kissing your arm and your head down on the desk you sat at, reveling in the quiet.

The rough rattling of the doorknob pulled you from the peace of the room. You reluctantly lifted your head from the desk expecting a teacher or a couple of students, but the tall, green-eyed boy in his blue Panthers jersey was a much better disruption. A look of relief washed his face, and a sigh left his mouth as he pulled his body into the classroom, letting the door shut behind him.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He breathed, and you forced a smile onto your face as he came towards you, dragging a chair behind him as if the desk that sat next to yours wouldn’t get him close enough to you.

He sat down on the open side of the desk, his legs touching yours as his hand grabbed yours, “What’s wrong?”

A sigh left your lips, “Nothing.” you said, shaking your head as you ran your hand over your head, “I’m fine.”

A scoff left him as his head slowly shook, “You’re a terrible liar, you know.” The words less a question than a statement. Like a reminder. A reminder of how well he knew you– better than anyone else, better than you yourself. You should’ve known you stood no chance lying to him.

“I just feel heavy– anxiety about I don’t know what. I just needed to find some quiet.” Your eyes dropped to your fingers intertwined, his rough and warm, “I’ll be fine, I promise.” You assured.

He scooted his chair impossibly close and pulled his hand to your chin, raising your head slightly and pressing a chaste kiss to your soft lips. “Okay.” He turned his chair in the same direction of your desk and sat back in it, draping an arm around your shoulders, leaving the other intertwined with yours, and pressed a kiss into the crown of your head. “Okay.”

#tim riggins #friday night lights #writing prompt #tim riggins x reader #dilflovernywrites🕸️

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