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Thu, Nov. 16th, 2006, 08:08 pm

So I needed a little smut in my life. And here it is.

Title: The Make-Up
Characters: Jason/Tim
Rating: Definitely NC-17
Warnings: Slash. Part angst, part smut.

This is set between the "I need you here" speech and before Jason and Tim break out of the rehab center.

--V--

“I expect you here.” The words kept playing over and over in Tim’s mind. His chest ached at the anger and pain that had dripped from Jason’s voice. Anger and pain that he, in no small part, was responsible for. Jason had needed him, and he had failed him.

Tim tossed back the last of his beer, crumbled the can and tossed it towards the trash can. He missed. Figures, he thought. There was a reason Street was the quarterback. Ah, Street. Tim didn’t know how to deal with what had happened. He didn’t know how to talk about it. He never was one much for talking anyway, little less about such a huge topic. He had no idea where to even begin. What was he supposed to say, “Sorry you broke your neck, wanna make-out?” Yeah, somehow that didn’t really have the right ring to it.

Thu, Nov. 9th, 2006, 04:42 pm
My first FNL fanfic

Over on TWoP I made a deperate plea for Friday Night Lights Fanfic. And I admitted that, well, I usually fairly well suck at writing fanfic. So be gentle. But feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome. This is also my first foray into actually using my LJ page. So sorry this layout sucks, but, alas, I don't have a whole lot of time at the moment to make it pretty!

Title: He missed him.
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Pairing: Jason Street/Tim Riggins
Rating: R, just to be safe. M/M implied relationship but no sex. Barely even touching.
Disclaimer: I do not own Friday Night Lights. God bless Peter Berg and NBC. May they make money off of FNL for many seasons to come.

Author's Notes: This is a scene filler for the last episode, 1.6.

Warnings: Slash. Serious angst.





-V-

He missed him. He missed him more than he could put into words. Every time, every single time, footsteps echoed down the hall, he held is breath. It was never him. Every time, every single time, Jason’s heart broke a little more.


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