Request: A part 3 to the Barry Allen AU where after a month of talking to each other, Barry finally works up the courage to ask you on a date. But because of the incident at jitters, you suggest a picnic instead of a restaurant and he is very thankful!
a/n: feel free to request more imagine with this AU!
It took Barry months to get the courage to ask you out. When he finally got the balls, he was a bumbling idiot; at least, that’s what he thought. But you said yes, to his surprise.
The date is today and he can’t be any more nervous. He slips on his black and white converse, stuffing the cuffs of his light blue jeans inside. With a deep sigh, Barry inches toward the door, turning the knob.
In ten minutes or so, he arrives at the address you had texted him. A smile creeps on his thin face when he sees a cream blanket on a patch of green grass. The sun shines a ray over your spot on the blanket, making the outline of your hair shimmer. For a moment, he forgets how to breathe; to focused on you.
Peering over, you wave at him, motioning for him to come closer, leaning back on your heels. He staggers out a puff of air, wobbling towards you. His hands run down his jeans, thumping against his thigh repeatedly.
“H-hey, I-i th-thought we were go-gonna g-o ge-t lu-lunch?” he cocks a bushy eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. Those bright hazel eyes squint at the wooden picnic basket in front of your knees. He drops down on the blanket, feeling the uneven ground underneath his ass; he crosses his legs.
Shrugging, you unlatch the top of the basket, pulling out some veggies and sandwiches, along with some plates. “We are. I just thought you’d be more comfortable, you know, with not a lot of people?” you offer, smiling sheepishly; your charcoal V neck rising with your shoulders. The gray beanie slips down as you hand him a sandwich on a plastic plate.
“Th-that’s re-ally tho-thoughtful of you… Th…Thank you.” Barry beams; his heart aches at the idea of someone thinking of him. The plate shakes when he grabs it and he blushes, setting it in between his legs, hoping to steady it; that doesn’t work. “I-It mu-st be em-embarrassing to be o-on a d-date wi-with me…” Sighing, he picks up the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, gazing as it wiggles in his nimble fingers.
You frown, grabbing his hand. Your eyes stare at him in shock, lips open just enough for a breath to push out. “Barr, it’s been almost five months. I’m kinda surprised you aren’t embarrassed by me.” you chuckle, coming closer to his face; he cracks a little grin. “I am very happy to be on a date with you finally.”
A rosy blush spreads over his freckled cheeks and button nose as he looks down. “S-so am I-I…” he muses, raising the sandwich to his dry lips and ripping a chunk of bread off. “T-his i-is really g-good, Y/N.” he praises, noticing your sandwich is half in your mouth. Chuckling, he takes another huge bite, practically finishing the food.
Swallowing the bite, you cover your mouth, “Thanks. Made them with love.” you grin, shoving the rest inside your mouth. Wiping your hands on your bright leggings, you sit up on your knees, reaching in the basket, pulling out a piece of cake, “And I bought desert!” you rejoice, waving two forks around.
Barry’s face lights up, “Y-you’re the b-best!” he laughs as he plucks the plastic utensil from your grip. The cake sits in between the both of you and he tries grabbing a small piece with his fork. Once he manages to get the desert, he raises his hand up slowly; the cake wobbles until it falls on his pants. His face, along with the cake, crumbles.
Instantly, you scoop a piece on your fork, holding it out, just touching his lips. “Here, handsome.” you whisper, offering a tiny smirk. His lips pucker around the plastic, sliding the desert in his mouth. When he groans; long eyelashes fluttering, you giggle, removing the fork. “Good, I assume?” you ask, going to take a bite for yourself.
“Mhm.” he hums, staring at you in a daze. Scooting forward, the brunette leans in; hands wiggling on your cheeks as his lower lip catches yours, sucking on it slightly. The flavor of the cake lingers on his tongue after he pulls away. Barry thought that after he was struck by lightning, nobody would want him, let alone touch him. Oh, he’s so wrong.
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