Great Scott, Barry! (A Barry Allen x Reader Fic)

Chapter 2

Oh, what a night! You're still revelling in the greatness of last night, even on your way to work the next morning. Iris' friends are so unbelievably kind, so funny. And her brother/best friend? Damn. After spending all that time with Barry Allen at the club, you officially have it bad. They don't make guys like that anymore. It may sound completely weird, but even just simply being in his presence made you feel safe.

And you met the guy freaking yesterday!

Okay, but seriously, you think. I can't think about the guy all day. I have to plan my first movie review for CCPN!

Once you arrive at work, you immediately pull up the search browser on your laptop and check the movie listings in town. The theater a few blocks away is showing that one movie you've been dying to review since its trailer first came out. Galaxy Plunders, directed by J.J. Abrams, features actors Dean Cain and Ezra Miller as a father and son duo in the profession of space piracy.

Iris walks by your desk. "Space pirates, huh? I heard about that one. It's a little out there, don't you think?"

"I dunno," you say, twisting around in your swivel chair. "It sounds right up my alley." Iris sits down across from you, takes a sip of her coffee, and taps around distractedly on her phone. "Now to figure out when to see it..." you say mostly to yourself. You click around the site for dates and showtimes, but before finally settling on one, your phone chimes, alerting you of a message. When you check to see who the text is from, the name on your screen makes your heart skip a beat.

Hey (Y/N)! Had such a fun time with

you last night. Was wondering if

you might want to do something

tomorrow night? With me? Maybe

a movie? How do you feel about

Galaxy Plunders?

You make a suspicious "hmm..." sound and raise an eyebrow at Iris, who, of course, is attempting to look busy. And failing.

"It's Barry," you tell her.

"Oh?" she says, feigning surprise. "What does he have to say?" She's still not looking at you. So we're playing this game are we?

"He wants to go to a movie together. He suggested Galaxy Plunders. That's one hell of a coincidence seeing as I only mentioned it like, two minutes ago. Wouldn't you agree, Iris?"

"Well, Barry does have an astounding intuition." You stare her down in this charade, then you both break out in giggles.

I'd really like that, Barry. I've

been dying to see that movie. It

will be my next review!

Awesome! I'll pick you up

tomorrow at 8?

Sounds lovely. Can't wait! :)

Honestly, tomorrow night can't come fast enough. You didn't mean to let out a dreamy sigh after sending that last text, but it happened. You look up and catch Iris trying to hide her righteous grin while she is so suddenly invested in her work notes.

*

After purchasing the tickets and the concession snacks, Barry (ever the gentleman) asks you to choose the seats. When you find a pair of seats, you remark how extraordinarily comfortable they are compared to those in Hazel City. These are pure luxury! You could get used to coming here.

In the few minutes before the movie starts, Barry asks you all kinds of questions regarding your reviewing process.

"How do you decide what movie to cover?"

"What do you look for as your reviewing it?"

"Do you normally bring a pen and paper with you for notes? I'd probably have to do that, i could never remember all my thoughts!"

You appreciate him asking questions about your process and procedures, finding him terribly cute while doing so. The lights dim down before you can ask him anything about his job as a forensic scientist. Like, come on! How cool is that?

During the first half of the film, you are so into it, taking many mental notes for later. But then, a couple of things happen that make your heart race like crazy and become distracted from the events occurring on screen. When you reach into the popcorn that Barry is holding for the two of you, your fingers brush his, that are also grabbing at the buttery snack.

Your cheeks heat up like a furnace and you feel appreciative for the darkness. You cannot believe how much you're acting like a total school girl. Out of the corner of your eye you think Barry is looking straight at you, but you are far too tense to check if that is case. You lean back into your seat and fidget your hands in your lap, trying to concentrate back on the movie to calm yourself down.

Several minutes later however, you're back to feeling stomach flips when it happens. It's like all happens in slow motion: Barry stretches, and sure enough, his arm drapes across the back of your seat. Oh my God, he just pulled the move! And though you'd think this would send you flying off the Cliffs of Nervousness, it doesn't. In fact, it kind of relaxes you, puts you at ease. You can't help the ridiculous smile that curls on your lips. Now turning to see Barry, he's wearing a matching smile directed at you. That sunshine smile... Feeling more comfortable than ever now, you rest your head against him. A yell comes from the screen. Wait, how did that alien come to be strapped to Dean Cain's back?!

*

The walk back to your apartment was a heart fluttering affair (a now common occurrence around this man), something straight out of those cheesy romantic movies you secretly love. You walked side by side each other at a nice, leisurely pace passing underneath the fully bloomed cherry trees. They looked beautiful in the moonlight. So did Barry.

At one point, Barry somehow sneakily got much closer to you during the walk and takes your hand in his. You're pretty sure Barry blushes just as hard as you in that moment. But naturally, all good and wonderful things such as this must come to an end, as you both reach the door to your apartment building. You wish so much that this night didn't have to end with him.

"I had a really great time with you, Barry."

"Yeah, I did with you too, (Y/N)." In these silent and awkward couple of seconds you swear he has that look in his eyes like he wants to kiss you. Oh please, please, Barry...

He moves in closer and he smells so incredibly good it's intoxicating. Please. He pushes a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

"Can I k-" Barry's phone suddenly chimes loudly from his pocket and he reflexively checks it. His face drains of the flushed colour that was once there. "Call you? Can I call you later? There's an emergency. I'm so so sorry but I have to run."

"Okay-" Barry turns and sprints, but oddly enough it almost seems like he's holding back.

"I'll call you, I promise!" he shouts back to you.

You continue to stand there in your spot outside the apartment building after he's gone. You're perplexed. You really, really like Barry, but you can't help but wonder if he doesn't feel exactly the same way. Him leaving like that didn't make you feel too hot. Was that some kind of excuse? Was it you? Did you do something wrong? Maybe that was his way of letting you off. Ugh, this was going to drive you crazy. You tell yourself to go inside and work on your review. Surely that will be enough of a distraction from Barry's weirdness and these horrible, plaguing, second guessing thoughts.