FIC: Your urge (1/2) HIMYM
Your urge
1. Barney
Barney wants to be with Robin but there are just so many girls. Tall girls, short girls, blonde girls, brunette girls, big boob-ed girls, perky girls, long-legged girls, slutty girls, demure girls, young girls, skinny girls, bubble-assed girls…
How is he supposed to settle for only one for the rest of his life?
And this… dating… it's not like shooting fish in a barrel, even. It's like they line up to throw themselves on his spear.
(hehe… spear...)
And so what if he gets sick of it occasionally, stuck on a whirling carousel until he's dizzy, shut in the candy factory until he's so bloated that he just wants to hurl? The choice, the ease at which it's possible to get laid, it's just… Sometimes he wants something more.
And so there's the challenges he sets himself, interspersed with bimbo binges and it's all gotten so out of control. It's too much, too much, just pushing and pushing and seeing how far he can go before someone stops him. Because there's no one there to stop him.
And then Robin does something…
She does something and it stops him in his tracks.
A look, a word, a smile. A hint of what's possible.
The run-away train slams right into a brick wall and he's left, open-mouthed at her awesomeness and frozen solid in two second's flat.
Goofy, Canadian ex-pop-star. And yeah, she's hot. And yeah, she's got Daddy issues.
But she's no bimbo and she's wrong for him in every possible way. Every way. She's wrong.
And yeah, she doesn't believe in commitment or kids or marriage or lameness.
But she's difficult and damaged and she's carrying more baggage than he is.
And yeah, she's a gun-nut and so bad-ass. She's got more balls than he has.
But she cried when she had to get rid of her dogs and her pain ate him up inside. He hated Ted for doing that to her.
Every time he acknowledges it, every time he begins to suspect that there's still a beating heart inside him somewhere, he's dragged back down by choice.
Same places, pockets full of scrawled first names and a string of digits.
And he feels something. He's not quite sure what it is - not love, he knows that, because he's felt that before and love's not quite this easy to fight down. It's not possible to drown out love with money and booze and… Perhaps this feeling is shame? It feels like he's failing at a game he doesn't even know how to score anymore.
He puts it down to a faulty nervous system. That night, he got too close to her, that's all. He's stuck in a trench and he just need to pull himself out of it.
But in the meantime he powers on, faster, faster, the life-and-soul, the clown, while maturity only nibbles around the edges of his consciousness.
In the meantime, there are so many girls.
.
1. Barney
Barney wants to be with Robin but there are just so many girls. Tall girls, short girls, blonde girls, brunette girls, big boob-ed girls, perky girls, long-legged girls, slutty girls, demure girls, young girls, skinny girls, bubble-assed girls…
How is he supposed to settle for only one for the rest of his life?
And this… dating… it's not like shooting fish in a barrel, even. It's like they line up to throw themselves on his spear.
(hehe… spear...)
And so what if he gets sick of it occasionally, stuck on a whirling carousel until he's dizzy, shut in the candy factory until he's so bloated that he just wants to hurl? The choice, the ease at which it's possible to get laid, it's just… Sometimes he wants something more.
And so there's the challenges he sets himself, interspersed with bimbo binges and it's all gotten so out of control. It's too much, too much, just pushing and pushing and seeing how far he can go before someone stops him. Because there's no one there to stop him.
And then Robin does something…
She does something and it stops him in his tracks.
A look, a word, a smile. A hint of what's possible.
The run-away train slams right into a brick wall and he's left, open-mouthed at her awesomeness and frozen solid in two second's flat.
Goofy, Canadian ex-pop-star. And yeah, she's hot. And yeah, she's got Daddy issues.
But she's no bimbo and she's wrong for him in every possible way. Every way. She's wrong.
And yeah, she doesn't believe in commitment or kids or marriage or lameness.
But she's difficult and damaged and she's carrying more baggage than he is.
And yeah, she's a gun-nut and so bad-ass. She's got more balls than he has.
But she cried when she had to get rid of her dogs and her pain ate him up inside. He hated Ted for doing that to her.
Every time he acknowledges it, every time he begins to suspect that there's still a beating heart inside him somewhere, he's dragged back down by choice.
Same places, pockets full of scrawled first names and a string of digits.
And he feels something. He's not quite sure what it is - not love, he knows that, because he's felt that before and love's not quite this easy to fight down. It's not possible to drown out love with money and booze and… Perhaps this feeling is shame? It feels like he's failing at a game he doesn't even know how to score anymore.
He puts it down to a faulty nervous system. That night, he got too close to her, that's all. He's stuck in a trench and he just need to pull himself out of it.
But in the meantime he powers on, faster, faster, the life-and-soul, the clown, while maturity only nibbles around the edges of his consciousness.
In the meantime, there are so many girls.
.