Barry stops punching McQueen and wipes the sweat off his face.
He turns to you and smiles, " In the living flesh!"
It had been years since you had last seen Berry, but too bad it didn't stay that way.
Your grind your teeth, "What do you want, Buzzy boi?"
"Cant I visit my ex-wife every once'n a while?"
"IT WAS IN FUCKING KINDERGARTEN!"
"AND???"
In the year of March 14, 1892, the first time you stared into Barry's eyes. Sometimes you would even get lost in them. You could only dream of dating someone so beautiful. You didn't feel worthy. It took you a whole 5 minutes before you mustered up the courage to ask him to marry you. He agreed.
You completely forgot about the marriage by nap time.
"Barry,", you wisper
"Yes (Y/N)?"
"I fucking hate you, you absolute buffoon."
Berry's face feel. Maybe he was expecting you to confess your undying love for him, but he's luck you weren't able to beat the shit out of him for stealing your mechanical pencil in 9th grade.
Berry snorts, "Is that so?", as he takes off his sweater revealing abs that could have been chiselled out by god itself. He slowly starts flying towards you, cracking his knuckles, preparing himself for round 2.
You're fucked.
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Let me KACHOW Into Your Heart|| Lighting McQueen x Reader! (Under Editing)
HumorLol I wrote this in middle school and in re-writing it now that I'm in high school
