the one thing that stays mine

Typecasting

2009-11-21T13:21:06Z

Title: Typecasting
Author: crucifictorius
Characters: Barney with hints of Robin
Rating: PG
Timeline: Post-break-up
Summary: Lately though, like so many other things in his life; this has changed.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Ya-da ya-da ya-da.
Author's note: This is my first HIMYM fic so be gentle :)

Barney Stinson never had a type. He didn't believe in them. Why limit the playing field to one hair colour or one race? I say if they are breathing, hot and have boobs then they are definately Barney Stinson's type.

Lately though, like so many other things in his life; this has changed.

He likes blondes...or redheads...who do not like cigars...or laser tag...or sports, especially hockey. Nice American girls. Or Australian. Or Russian. Or Chinese. Not Canadian. Definately not Canadian.

Barney Stinson has a type. Girls that do not remind him of Robin.

The Want to be Wanted

2009-11-21T12:28:38Z

Don't need you to love me
Just want you to want me
Want you to fuck me

TAKEN ALL I COULD TAKE

2008-08-27T10:02:29Z

You think that we're fine
But I'm just biding my time
Revenge isn't sweet
Revenge is fucking sublime

EVERYTHING I PUT YOU THROUGH

2008-08-26T23:54:27Z

Sometimes I wonder
If it would have hurt you less
If we did share that almost kiss
If I did fuck him when he asked
Because I did so much worse than that
I fell in love with him

In my sleep I think of you

2008-02-08T10:56:41Z

The tension is incredible boy I'm in charge
You know how I feel for you
Will you stop, or will you just keep going
Please don't say no

WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU

2008-01-28T12:33:39Z

The way your skirt rides up
When you cross your legs
The way you pretend that you don't know
But I can tell by the look in your eyes
That devilish smile on your face
It's all just a show

You want my attention
You like to fuck with my mind
Want my eyes to undress you
To think about you
When i'm alone at night
You're a tease

And baby you'll find
It works every time

MY PAPER HEART

2007-10-06T15:06:02Z

Title: My Paper Heart
Author: crucifictorius
Characters: Tim/Lyla
Rating: PG (A couple of naughty words)
Timeline: Post-graduation
Summary: Their future is on the line.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Ya-da ya-da ya-da.
Author's note: This was originally intended for a fridaynight100 prompt but as you can tell I went slightly over the one hundred word count. I will warn you, it is really, really rough. I love the idea of the story and am very excited about that aspect, but the more and more I read it the more and more I the fic itself. By the tenth read I was sick of it so no more re-writes, I just wanted to get it out of the way and post it.

Fuck her. He thinks as he violently slams the refrigerator door. He pops the tab of the beer can in his hand and lifts it to his mouth. If she wants to go to some stupid school on the other side of the country and give up on what we…fuck her. He takes another swig of his beer and resigns himself to another night on the couch watching painstakingly bad television, drowning his sorrows with what little alcohol he has in the house. He hasn’t had much use for alcohol in the last two months. He’s had her.

He doesn’t have the energy to fight back the next morning when he feels an empty beer can hit him in the face, waking him from his slumber.

“You’re pathetic.” Comes the familiar voice of his brother from the doorway. “She hasn’t even left yet and you’re already moping. I give you two weeks before your beginning me or some other joker to pay for your flight to New York.”

His brother’s voice is jovial but he doesn’t have the energy to play along.

“I’m not going to New York.” Is all he says as he drags himself off the couch and towards the fridge. “Did you get any more beers?” He asks though the almost completely bare shelves of the appliance in front of him tell him the answer is no. He shuts the door and leans back on the counter, brushing his hair from his eyes.

“You’re an idiot.” Billy says violently slamming the magazine he had been holding down on the counter. “That girl is the best thing that has ever happened to you and you’re going to give it up because of your stupid pride?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, doing his best to brush off his brother’s accusations. Though he knows deep inside that everything Billy is saying is the truth.

“I damn well do know what I’m talking about. She’s going to New York to make something of her life and you should be proud of her.” Billy yells, unable to contain his distain for his brother’s actions. “And you Timothy Riggins should be working your ass off so that when she does come home she can be proud of you too.”

The lecture suddenly stops and when he looks up to see what has happened he looks straight into the tearful eyes of his brother and Tim can’t remember a time that he’s seen his brother look so emotional.

“You don’t want to turn out like me Timmy.” The words barely come out and once they do, Billy simply picks up his magazine and walks slowly out of the room leaving Tim alone in the kitchen, pondering his brother’s words. It only takes him a few minutes before he’s searching for the keys to his truck.

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He stands back while she farewells her family. He watches with a sad smile as she comforts her crying father. She shares a quick hug with her younger siblings before placing her bag over her shoulder. He takes a deep breath, knowing this is his chance. This is his time. She looks up at him as he approaches and he can’t quite read her expression though he thinks she’s mixed with just as many ranging emotions as he is. He stops before her and they both take each other in, neither saying a word.

“I love you Lyla Garrity.” He finally says and she steps towards him, embracing him in a fierce hug. Her heavy breathing and trembling shoulders let him know just how much his confession means to her. She pulls back slightly, looking up at him with a tear streaked face.

“I’m going to come back.” She tells him, her words filled with a sense of determination.

“I know." He nods slightly before pulling her back into his arms. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head and closes his enjoys, enjoying the feeling of her in his embrace. Marveling at just how right it feels. He pulls back when they hear the final boarding call for her flight. He forces a smile hoping the action will comfort her in some way and nods slightly, silently letting her know that he’ll be alright. That she should go.

She reaches up on her tip toes and places a soft kiss on his lips before turning and making her way towards the gate where the last few passengers are lining up to board the plane. She passes her ticket to the flight attendant and takes one last look back at the people who had come to see her off. Her parents, her brother, her sister and her boyfriend. Her family.

BABY MAKES THREE

2007-09-04T12:05:00Z

Title: Baby Makes Three
Author: crucifictorius
Characters: Tami/Coach Taylor
Rating: G
Timeline: Pre-Series
Summary: A new beginning.
Other: Written for fridaynight100. Prompt number six; Aftermath.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Ya-da ya-da ya-da.

When they had first started telling people that they were expecting a baby that fall everyone had just assumed he was hoping for a boy. A future quarter back he could teach the ropes.

He sits beside his sleeping wife now holding his two hour old baby girl, her tiny fist wrapped around his thumb. The tight grip reminiscent of the one she already has on his heart. Her eyelids flutter lightly and he can’t help the smile that appears on his face. He has two beautiful girls in his life now and he would not change that. For anything.

MAN OF HIS WORD

2007-04-19T13:44:29Z

Title: Man of His Word
Author: crucifictorius
Characters: Tami/Coach Taylor
Rating: G
Timeline: Pre-Series
Summary: She still remembers the first time she laid eyes on him.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Ya-da ya-da ya-da.
Authors note: This is the first FNL fic I've published online so please let me know what you think. It's un-betaed as I don't have a beta right now, if you'd like to help me in that department drop a line in the comments. Con-crit and comments are my crack. And seriously, every time you click that little link down there that says 'Post a new comment', a fairy gets it's wings.

Anyway, it's just a little something I came up with while brainstorming ideas on the train ride home from work. Coach Taylor and Tami are my favorite televeision couple so I hope I did them justice. Oh and yeah, there are a couple of FNL film references in there because I'm lame like that. I hope you enjoy.

Man of His Word

She still remembers the first time she laid eyes on him. It was Billy Anderson’s 17th birthday party, for the teenagers of Odessa, the social event of the year. The party to end all parties the invitation had proclaimed. Billy Anderson was star quarter back of the Panthers and in a town where high school football meant everything, Billy Anderson may as well have been mayor. A student’s entire social future was decided upon whether or not a black and white (team mojo’s colors) invitation awaited you in your locker on the first Monday back from spring break.

While other girl’s raced to their lockers first thing that Monday morning, breaking into song and dance if their name was on Billy’s list, the not so lucky few sprinting down the crowded school corridors, their faces streaming with tears, Tami didn’t even bother to look. She knew there would be no little black envelope with the Panthers insignia printed across the front waiting for her to rip apart.

Billy’s girlfriend didn’t need an invitation, she was the guest of honor.

The party that year had exceeded even Billy’s expectations and by four am not a single guest had left and not all guests were still standing. Tami had been sitting on the porch swing, beer in hand as she watched in amusement as Adam ‘Rocket’ Turner, second string running back, threw up the contents of him stomach into a nearby pot plant.

Sensing a pair of eyes on her, she smiled softly and began to scan the crowd in search of her boyfriend. She paused for a moment as her eyes fell upon an unfamiliar face watching her from across the yard. She couldn’t help but feel unnerved by him. There were no unfamiliar faces in Odessa, everyone knew everyone and there certainly were no unfamiliar faces at Billy Anderson’s birthday party. The way he was looking at her sent tingles up her spice, the way he stood there so confidently. Grinning at her in spite of her questioning glare.

The smile seemed to remain planted on his face, even as he took a swig of the bottle he held in his hand, Coca-Cola not beer, she noted. As she continued looking at the stranger, watching him watch her, she couldn’t hold back the involuntary upturn of the corners of her mouth and she prayed to god that nobody noticed the red flush of her cheeks as she watched him moisten his lips a hint of cherry red tongue.

Tami jumped slightly at the feel of an arm around her shoulder, swallowing the lump in her throat as she turned towards the intruder, preparing herself for an encounter with a jealous and very intoxicated boyfriend who had probably been watching the entire exchange from his position on the patio. A relieved puff of air crept from her mouth as she met the bloodshot eyes of Rocket Turner.

“I need to chuck,” he eloquently informed her, the four words slurring together into one.

“Oh honey, you already did,” Tami said, wincing slightly at the severe smell of alcohol emanating from the football player before her. “Why don’t you go lie down? You’ll feel better ok? Trust me.”

Rocket looked blankly towards Tami, the words taking a few moments to process in his alcohol drowned mind. He nodded slowly, removing his arm from its embrace around her shoulder and proceeded to drop to the floor at Tami’s feet, his head resting on the toes of her knee high leather boots.

She looked down at Rocket, briefly wondering if he was alright before a shiver ran down her spine. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was him, that the tall, dark and handsome stranger was the person standing behind her. Standing behind her close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her bare shoulder.

“You ok?” he questioned and she turned her head slightly, the motion forcing her head towards his, their faces merely inches apart. His breath no longer feathering her shoulder, now she felt every puff on her dry lips.

His eyes bore into hers and for the first time in her seventeen years on earth, Tami Gaines was completely speechless. She tried to force the lump, which she suspected was her rampaging heart, back down her throat so she could form some sort of verbal sound. But in the end a slight nod was all she could offer.

The two continued staring at each other in silence for a few moments, neither blinking, neither looking away. Almost as if their eyes were conversing with one another.

“You should know,” he began with a certain air of confidence about his tone that left Tami biting her lip in anticipation, waiting for him to continue. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

He gave her one last look, a look that she knew was telling her that he was serious and then plucking his keys from his pocket, he turned and began walking towards the back gate. And as she watched him make his way through the crowd, throwing his keys in the air every few steps, she smiled softly; having no doubt that he was a man of his word.