Walt x Barby (A/N: I know very little about these two…)

Requested by: raphlover2012

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Barby was going to win this game, but just barely, and Walt was still going to try and beat her. Maybe he'd get lucky. Alas, Barby got a really good throw with her Frisbee, while Walt's – got caught by a gust of wind? I mean hey – and flew into a tree with a bonk. So she won, smiling smugly as she watched Walt retrieve his Frisbee from a ditch. Getting back up, and he saw her looking out at the ocean, wind blowing through her hair and setting sun glittering in her eyes and… and why do you have to be so shy, Walt?

As he's staring, Barby turns to give him a look translating to hurry up, and asks, "So, video-games next?" She smirks. "I could beat you at Mario Kart any day, while blindfolded."

He quirks an eyebrow. "Challenge accepted."


They hang out like this sometimes, and mostly they end up at Walt's place. They play games or watch TV, go out and do sports, or Walt just invites the whole team here for drinks. Now, it's just him and Barby, and after she won a cup in Mario Kart they decided to just go through all competitive games. After losing three more games, Walt jokingly made a promise to himself: if you win, then you have to confess to her.

He could make bets like that, because he wasn't going to win.

So, Barby won two more games, one a dancing one… which Walt wasn't exactly sure why he had. And then they got to the games which Walt was actually good at. He resolved to try his best; and thus he did. Though Barby still won the first one… but it was a close call. Would he rather lose or win? –lose.

The second one, and Walt had the lead. At the last moment however, Barby swooped in to claim the victory, and Walt let out a quiet breath of relief. He was getting anxious, which was silly – except it wasn't. And then he wins, and suddenly he's regretting everything.

(He doesn't have to tell her. It was just a bet to himself…)

He stammers out a nervous, "So, Barby, I… kind of wanted to tell you… something?"

"So?" she inquiries.

"I…" A beat. "Do you want a soft drink?"

"Sure."

Dammit, Walt.


They have a soft drink each, and then Barby says it's getting late, and he agrees, the sky is black already-

"Well, see you tomorrow, Walt."

"Yeah. See you later, Barby…" She's already turning the door handle when Walt finally manages to say, "Hey wait a bit-"

"Yeah?" She stops in the door, looking over her shoulder. You coward, Walt, reprimands that voice in his head. He says,

"I had something important to tell you but…"

"…but?"

"…but maybe it can wait?" He's stalling.

She looks unimpressed. "Out with it."

"Okay. So I… think, I know, I…" Pause. She stares at him, motioning for him to continue. He's blushing; he can feel how hot his cheeks are- "So. I'm – I was just going to say that I… like you a lot? And you're…" Another pause, painfully slow. "Very talented. Beautiful. An awesome teammate-"

"Alright," squeaks Barby. She's flushed too – wait what- "I – thank you?"

Walt just nods, stupidly. "Yeah, yes, well, uh… do you… wanna go out?" He feels so mortified and so- "A romantic outing?"

Barby nods, hesitantly. Blushing. And then she says, "Yes." And more fiercely, "Yes, yes, I'll – we're going out now?"

"If you want to?"

"…Yes?"

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

He nods. She nods back, running a hand through her bangs – and something light and wonderful explodes in Walt's chest, spreading through his veins. He's so relieved. And exhilarated.

"Could I kiss you?" he asks, suddenly aware that he's smiling.

"If you want to?" Barby teases back.