FIC: Everything
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promethia_tenkTitle: Everything
Fandom: himym, B/R
Length: ~1,000 words
Rating: PG for unmitigated sentimentality. Parents strongly cautioned.
Spoilers: Through "The Possimpible"
Summary: Lily's got a plan.
AN: Three-way prompt response for the drabbleathon.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ninnui wanted dancing, with bonus points for Glenn Miller. otempora42 wanted Lily to get fed up with Barney's holding back and decide to do something herself (ok, so she specifically said "drops hints," but I changed it a bit). ryuno wanted non-specific fluff and broTP cuteness. Technically not a drabble because I am apparently incapable of keeping things to drabble lengths. The song is a real one done by the Glenn Miller Band, but I am having a horrid time finding a copy on the internets for y'all.
“Alright, ALRIGHT! I’m going! Jeeze!”
Barney waved his hands in a defensive flail and swerved out of the path of Lily’s blows. Lily didn’t believe in violence, usually. Certainly she discouraged it in her kindergarteners, who were too young to understand true necessity. But her friends were being stupid, and two weekends ago, watching Barney making puppy-dog eyes in a drunken haze at MacLaren’s, Lily had realized she was going to have to use persuasion. And slides.
The slideshow would come later, if need be. For two weeks she’d been carrying her camera around in her purse. And watching.
But right now after an hour of hints, cajoling, pleading, gin and tonics, threats, and finally outright abuse, Lily had at last dislodged Barney from his spot by the open bar and sent him skittering across the reception hall to ask Robin to dance. Lily caught Ted’s eyes to make sure he was following all this from the other side of the room, and Ted looked up from his hot but not-too-crazy date to give Lily a nod and trot over to the bandleader.
Glenn Thriller and his Zombie Orchestra wore tuxes, cumberbunds, and living-dead make-up. They specialized in swinging big-band numbers with an occasional break for covers of Michael Jackson, Broadway show tunes, or the Ghostbusters theme. Lily had to give Carol and Reggie some credit—it was a surprisingly awesome choice for a wedding band. Even given the usual awkwardness and lack of dancing skills one finds at these events, most everyone there had let down their hair, kicked off their shoes, and kicked up their heels. It was silly and giggly and fun, with couples swinging each other around and the occasional conga line of zombie impersonators stalking its way across the dance floor. The crowd was just belting out a final, drunken chorus of “Pennsylvania 6-5000” as Barney pulled Robin to her feet and led her by the hand out onto the parquet.
Lily had to admire Barney’s grace as he pulled Robin along with long, gliding strides, smiling rakishly back at her as he weaved between the other couples to a relatively clear patch not too far from the stage. She could tell from the grin and a passing wink that, if pressed, he would play it cool: can’t two bros share a quick dance at a party, just to show all the amateurs how it’s done? The pose would worry Lily except that she knew she still had the ace up her sleeve—or make that Ted’s sleeve. Ted was speaking in Glenn’s ear, one hand resting confidentially on the man’s upper arm. Then there was nodding and smiling and Ted flashed her an OK with his thumb and forefinger.
Robin (for once) seemed contented, relaxed, even a little flirtatious. She hung back just enough to let Barney drag her with a loose grip, laughing at him when he winked. Lily hardly knew what to think about Robin any more. Barney had stopped actively trying to pursue her but had also gotten so sloppy at hiding his feelings that he practically had a flashing neon sign over his head saying “besotted” or “head over heels” or even (and now Lily knew she wasn’t imagining this one) “marry me?” And Robin . . . . Despite all other evidence to the contrary, Lily was beginning to think that Robin was an idiot. Most of the time she just seemed monstrously oblivious. Occasionally—very, very occasionally—however, Lily wondered if she saw something there. Tonight did look promising.
As the two reached their spot on the floor, the band, which had been pumping out jazzy, upbeat numbers for a solid twenty minutes, abruptly switched tempo, and the whole crowd drew closer together or else shuffled away to get some more punch. Long, descending chords floated across the dance floor—languid horns and the soft tinkle of a piano—and Lily watched as her friends immediately tensed up in response. They stood awkwardly for a moment, still holding hands, and Lily had a sudden stabbing fear that, if Robin didn’t run off first, they were going to become two middle schoolers at their first mixer: dancing as far apart as possible, shuffling back and forth in place with arms fully extended. Then a zombie stepped up to the microphone and began (there was no other word for it) to croon:
You are, to me, everything . . .
Barney seemed to snap out of whatever trance or panic had nailed him to the floor, pulled Robin into a comfortably formal embrace, and began turning her in a smooth circle. Lily raised an eyebrow, impressed: of course Barney knew how to dance, in the old-fashioned sense of the term.
My life to be, everything,
As the pair spun slowly, Lily could see their faces and backs in turns. She struggled to look only mildly curious while staring at them with laser-focused intensity.
When in my sleep you appear,
Robin had a studied look on her face. Barney’s expert form had at least calmed her enough to keep her from bolting—he was keeping everything so dance-class perfect, so carefully appropriate.
Fair skies of deep blue appear,
As Barney came to face Lily, he caught her eye over Robin’s shoulder, his countenance both wide-eyed in shock and furrowed with anger. He mouthed a protesting Lil-y! and she could practically hear the whine--he must have figured out her trick with the orchestra.
So she grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.
Each time our lips touch again,
Barney glared back at her before plastering on a mild expression and returning his gaze to Robin.
I yearn for you, oh, so much again,
Robin gave a glance to the band and seemed to say something to Barney. Something about the song, Lily presumed, or maybe the zombie singing it.
You are my fav’rite star,
Barney leaned in to respond in her ear. Lily wished, not for the first time, that her super-power was super hearing.
My haven in heaven above
Robin laughed—a big, real laugh—and then, rather than stepping back into the frame of their arms, she slid her left up close around his shoulder, drawing them together.
You are everything I love.
Lily’s breath caught as she watched Robin’s fingers trace the line of his collar. And as Robin smiled into the fabric of his shoulder, Lily whipped out her camera.
Perfect.
Fandom: himym, B/R
Length: ~1,000 words
Rating: PG for unmitigated sentimentality. Parents strongly cautioned.
Spoilers: Through "The Possimpible"
Summary: Lily's got a plan.
AN: Three-way prompt response for the drabbleathon.
ninnui wanted dancing, with bonus points for Glenn Miller. otempora42 wanted Lily to get fed up with Barney's holding back and decide to do something herself (ok, so she specifically said "drops hints," but I changed it a bit). ryuno wanted non-specific fluff and broTP cuteness. Technically not a drabble because I am apparently incapable of keeping things to drabble lengths. The song is a real one done by the Glenn Miller Band, but I am having a horrid time finding a copy on the internets for y'all.“Alright, ALRIGHT! I’m going! Jeeze!”
Barney waved his hands in a defensive flail and swerved out of the path of Lily’s blows. Lily didn’t believe in violence, usually. Certainly she discouraged it in her kindergarteners, who were too young to understand true necessity. But her friends were being stupid, and two weekends ago, watching Barney making puppy-dog eyes in a drunken haze at MacLaren’s, Lily had realized she was going to have to use persuasion. And slides.
The slideshow would come later, if need be. For two weeks she’d been carrying her camera around in her purse. And watching.
But right now after an hour of hints, cajoling, pleading, gin and tonics, threats, and finally outright abuse, Lily had at last dislodged Barney from his spot by the open bar and sent him skittering across the reception hall to ask Robin to dance. Lily caught Ted’s eyes to make sure he was following all this from the other side of the room, and Ted looked up from his hot but not-too-crazy date to give Lily a nod and trot over to the bandleader.
Glenn Thriller and his Zombie Orchestra wore tuxes, cumberbunds, and living-dead make-up. They specialized in swinging big-band numbers with an occasional break for covers of Michael Jackson, Broadway show tunes, or the Ghostbusters theme. Lily had to give Carol and Reggie some credit—it was a surprisingly awesome choice for a wedding band. Even given the usual awkwardness and lack of dancing skills one finds at these events, most everyone there had let down their hair, kicked off their shoes, and kicked up their heels. It was silly and giggly and fun, with couples swinging each other around and the occasional conga line of zombie impersonators stalking its way across the dance floor. The crowd was just belting out a final, drunken chorus of “Pennsylvania 6-5000” as Barney pulled Robin to her feet and led her by the hand out onto the parquet.
Lily had to admire Barney’s grace as he pulled Robin along with long, gliding strides, smiling rakishly back at her as he weaved between the other couples to a relatively clear patch not too far from the stage. She could tell from the grin and a passing wink that, if pressed, he would play it cool: can’t two bros share a quick dance at a party, just to show all the amateurs how it’s done? The pose would worry Lily except that she knew she still had the ace up her sleeve—or make that Ted’s sleeve. Ted was speaking in Glenn’s ear, one hand resting confidentially on the man’s upper arm. Then there was nodding and smiling and Ted flashed her an OK with his thumb and forefinger.
Robin (for once) seemed contented, relaxed, even a little flirtatious. She hung back just enough to let Barney drag her with a loose grip, laughing at him when he winked. Lily hardly knew what to think about Robin any more. Barney had stopped actively trying to pursue her but had also gotten so sloppy at hiding his feelings that he practically had a flashing neon sign over his head saying “besotted” or “head over heels” or even (and now Lily knew she wasn’t imagining this one) “marry me?” And Robin . . . . Despite all other evidence to the contrary, Lily was beginning to think that Robin was an idiot. Most of the time she just seemed monstrously oblivious. Occasionally—very, very occasionally—however, Lily wondered if she saw something there. Tonight did look promising.
As the two reached their spot on the floor, the band, which had been pumping out jazzy, upbeat numbers for a solid twenty minutes, abruptly switched tempo, and the whole crowd drew closer together or else shuffled away to get some more punch. Long, descending chords floated across the dance floor—languid horns and the soft tinkle of a piano—and Lily watched as her friends immediately tensed up in response. They stood awkwardly for a moment, still holding hands, and Lily had a sudden stabbing fear that, if Robin didn’t run off first, they were going to become two middle schoolers at their first mixer: dancing as far apart as possible, shuffling back and forth in place with arms fully extended. Then a zombie stepped up to the microphone and began (there was no other word for it) to croon:
You are, to me, everything . . .
Barney seemed to snap out of whatever trance or panic had nailed him to the floor, pulled Robin into a comfortably formal embrace, and began turning her in a smooth circle. Lily raised an eyebrow, impressed: of course Barney knew how to dance, in the old-fashioned sense of the term.
My life to be, everything,
As the pair spun slowly, Lily could see their faces and backs in turns. She struggled to look only mildly curious while staring at them with laser-focused intensity.
When in my sleep you appear,
Robin had a studied look on her face. Barney’s expert form had at least calmed her enough to keep her from bolting—he was keeping everything so dance-class perfect, so carefully appropriate.
Fair skies of deep blue appear,
As Barney came to face Lily, he caught her eye over Robin’s shoulder, his countenance both wide-eyed in shock and furrowed with anger. He mouthed a protesting Lil-y! and she could practically hear the whine--he must have figured out her trick with the orchestra.
So she grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.
Each time our lips touch again,
Barney glared back at her before plastering on a mild expression and returning his gaze to Robin.
I yearn for you, oh, so much again,
Robin gave a glance to the band and seemed to say something to Barney. Something about the song, Lily presumed, or maybe the zombie singing it.
You are my fav’rite star,
Barney leaned in to respond in her ear. Lily wished, not for the first time, that her super-power was super hearing.
My haven in heaven above
Robin laughed—a big, real laugh—and then, rather than stepping back into the frame of their arms, she slid her left up close around his shoulder, drawing them together.
You are everything I love.
Lily’s breath caught as she watched Robin’s fingers trace the line of his collar. And as Robin smiled into the fabric of his shoulder, Lily whipped out her camera.
Perfect.
