I can’t get my shit together I’m so giddy aha okay so, him and I were still talking bc we just get along great but there were three big things that made me realize I am actually into this guy 🙈 but anyways, yesterday he picked me up to go to my favourite antique store (and the owner totally recognized me bc I was so excited the past two times I went there lmao) and he actually loved it!
We spent so long in there then went out to eat and for a walk through my favourite forest (which he actually appreciated and enjoyed too)!! It was just such an amazing day, we even laid in the grass for so long afterwards just laughing and talking 💓
As for the gift he gave me, it’s honestly so thoughtful and perfect. He surprised me with this beautiful little shelf for my crystals which he built using reclaimed wood, I just kept saying thank you I was so speechless 😭🙏🏼
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Wally West falling for Impulses aka Bart’s AP English tutor.
“Think about it, Bart,” you encourage as Bart struggled to explain one of the many metaphors in The Great Gatsby. You were both in the school’s library where you hold your tutoring sessions. Bart was one of your most frequent students for he was struggling to pass AP English. Honestly, you felt sorry for him.
“The green light represents…,” Bart begins, biting his lip. “Gatsby’s quest to get Daisy back.”
You give him a big smile. “That’s one interpretation. Good job, Bart,” you praise, making him blush. “We’re going to get you to pass the AP test, I just know it.” Glancing at your watch, you realize the time. “Well, our session is up.”
As you both begin to gather your things, Bart clears his throat. “I want to thank you for helping me, (Y/N).”
“It’s not a problem, besides it’s my job,” you laugh as you slip your coat on.
“Can I walk you out,” Bart offers, coming up to walk beside you.
Smiling at him before throwing your backpack over your shoulder. “Yes, you can,” you reply, your smile widening as Bart’s grew. He was so adorable.
Bart and you chatted as you walk out the front doors of the school towards the parking lot. When you two were halfway to the parking lot, you noticed a red-headed man jogging towards you.
“Bart, come on,” he shouted as he approach. “We’re already late as it is…” His words fade off when he was close enough to see you. He looked like he was struck in the head by a two-by-four.
“Sorry, Wally. I was chatting with (Y/N),” Bart replies innocently. “(Y/N), this is my cousin once removed, Wally. Wally, this is my tutor, (Y/N).”
You held out your hand to him while he just continued to stare at you. “It’s nice to meet you, Wally,” you greet, raising an eyebrow when he didn’t react. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare, bringing your hand back to your side. Deciding you really should get out of here, you turn back to Bart. “I’ll see you on Wednesday, Bart.” You take another worried glance at the stunned Wally, whose eyes followed you when you headed towards your car.
“Who are they,” Wally stutters as he and Bart watch you drive away.
“They’re my AP English tutor, (Y/N). I introduced you,” Bart states, unimpressed with Wally’s behavior.
Wally turned to Bart, confused. “You did?”
“Yeah, I did,” Bart says sharply. “And you just stood there staring at them like an idiot. They even held their hand out, and you ignored them.”
“Really,” Wally exclaims, slapping a hand on his forehead. “They were so beautiful, I didn’t notice.” Wally’s eyes widened as he realize the consequences of his actions. “Do you think I freaked them out?”
Bart rolled his eyes before throwing his hands in the air. “Well, yeah. I’d be freaked out to if this guy I just met didn’t shake my hand when I offered it and stared at me with a dumb expression,” Bart shouts as he whips around to head towards Wally’s car. “You are so clueless,” he mutters under this breath as he marches to the car, leaving a confused and star-stuck Wally behind.
Wally did freak you out the first day, but after Bart explained that Wally was an imbecile who was socially awkward, you forgave him. After all, he was kind of cute.
For weeks after, Wally would pick up Bart after your tutoring sessions. At first, he would meet you both near the parking lot, but later he began to appear in the library at the end of Bart’s lesson. You still weren’t sure what to make of him.
Most of the time, Wally would flirt with you a bit, calling you beautiful and saying suggestive comments. He made you blush a lot, which only made Bart roll his eyes at the both of you. You didn’t think anything would come of it until that day.
You and Bart had just finished your latest session. Shakespeare was the subject for today, and poor Bart barely made it through. While you were reassuring him, Wally appeared.
“Hi, Beautiful,” he charms, walking up to stand beside you. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, Wally,” you response, giving him a small smile. You notice Bart rolling his eyes at Wally’s failure to greet him. “How are you?”
Wally gives you a cheesy smile before answering, “I’m better now that I’m here with you.” You laugh, shaking your head at him. Bart shifts his gaze between the two of you as if waiting for something.
You begin to gather your things as Wally and Bart share a look. “Hey, (Y/N), do you drink coffee,” Wally asks nonchalantly.
“Yes, I do,” you say, giving him a sly look in an attempt to understand what he was trying to do.
Wally smiles at your answer. “I was wondering if you would like to go for coffee sometime?”
You take a moment to think about it, just to tease him. His face falls a fraction as you all sit in silence. Chuckling at his expression, you give him a grin. “I’d like that.” Wally breaks back into that cheesy smile from before as his eyes light up. Bart shakes his head at both of you.
Grabbing your pen off the table, you take Wally’s hand to write your phone number on it. His eyes widen in surprise as your pen tickles his hand. “Call me,” you say, before grabbing your bag, and turning to Bart. “I’ll see you next week, Bart.” With that, you disappear out of the library door.
They sit in silence for a moment before Bart opens his mouth. “It’s about time. I thought you would never ask,” he complains, grabbing his own bag.
“Hey, I like to do things at my own pace,” Wally shoots back as they both head towards the doors. He thinks a moment, sending Bart a suspicious look. “Why do you care so much?”
Bart quickly looks away, rubbing the back of his head. “No reason,” he replies hurriedly as they both walk out of the building and towards the parking lot.
Wally took you out for coffee the next day, having called you an hour after you gave him your phone number. After chatting at one of the tables in the coffee shop for about thirty minutes, you decided to take him to one of your favorite places.
It was a old bookstore that held new and used books. The smell is what you loved about the place, the scent of paper and dust was refreshing in a weird way.
“So, this is your favorite place,” Wally asks softly as you both peruse the section of older books. You nodded in a reply, sending him a half-smile as you were nervous to hear what he thought. “It suits you.”
“Really,” you remark, raising an eyebrow at him. “Is it because I’m an AP English tutor, or because I’m old?”
Wally’s eyes widen at your words, thinking he insulted you. “No, I didn’t mean it like that…”
“It’s okay,” you laugh, interrupting his unnecessary apology. He breathes a sigh of relief.
“So,” he begins, changing the subject. “Have you read most of these books?”
Your eyes skim the titles of the books in front of you. “Most of them,” you say, recognizing each title. You blush at Wally’s amazed expression. “I was very bored as a child.”
“Wow, that’s…wow,” Wally breathed, staring at the books in front of him as if trying to comprehend someone reading them all. After a moment, Wally shook himself out of his amazement. “Which one is your favorite?”
“Oh, boy. That’s a hard question,” you answer, letting out a breath. “They all have their ups and downs, but to pick just one is too difficult.”
Wally nods in understanding. “I get it. It’s like when people want me to name my favorite food, but there’s too many choices that I enjoy to pick just one.” You smirk at his reference to food. Taking his hand in yours, you pull him down the aisle to see a different selection of books.
“This one is very good though,” you say, taking down a older edition of Black Beauty from the shelf to look at it. “I must have read it at least ten times when I was younger.” You hand it to Wally.
He looks at it with wonder. “I don’t think I have read it,” he admits while secretly peeking at the price tag on the back of the book. You give him an understanding smile.
“I’m not really surprised because it is a dated book,” you say kindly. “It was written in the 1800s.” You began to drift down the aisle, gazing at the books along the way. Wally hid the book behind his back as he moves to follow you.
Wally took dropped you off your house before heading back to his own place. He had been able to secretly buy the copy of Black Beauty when you were in the bathroom. Wally planned to read it before he saw you again.
Wally had just entered his apartment when a gust of wind almost knocked him over. Suddenly, Bart was in front of him, bouncing around excitedly.
“How did it go,” he asks with his words slurring together.
Wally shook his head before hanging up his coat. “Why did you break into my apartment?”
Bart rolled his eyes before asking again. “How did it go?”
“It went fine, thanks for asking,” Wally shot back, setting the plastic bag containing the book on the end table near the door. “Now, goodbye Bart.”
Bart’s eyes widen when he saw the plastic bag. “What did you buy?”
“Why are you so nosy about this? Can’t you go bug Jaime or something,” Wally protests as he makes his way toward the kitchen.
Bart speeds over to open the plastic bag to see the book inside. His face breaks out into a wide grin. “Yes, you did it,” he exclaims before zooming to capturing Wally in a hug. “I thought you would never get to it. This is so crash.”
“What are you talking about,” Wally questions, gasping when Bart’s hug took the breath right out of him.
“You and (Y/N) are going to get together like you did in the future. You’ll get married and have Billy and Annie…,” Bart rambles on before catching himself. “Oops, spoilers.”
Wally was frozen for a moment to comprehend what Bart was saying. “You planned this out? Is that why you had me come pick you up that time, so (Y/N) and I could meet?”
“Yeah,” Bart admits happily, letting Wally escape his hug. “I knew I couldn’t come out and say how you two are supposed to be together, so I tried to be sneaky.”
“But how do you know if we will stay together,” Wally doubts, not believing Bart. “Our future isn’t like the future you came from.”
“You bought the book,” Bart exclaims, zooming away to grab the book from the table to hold it in front of Wally’s face.
“What does that have to do with anything,” Wally asks, annoyed with Bart’s assumptions. He just went on the first date with you, it didn’t mean you were going to spend the rest of your lives together.
Bart waves the book in Wally’s face as if to make a point. “The book is the key to your relationship,” he explains. “(Y/N) from the future told me all about how you romanticized them with their favorite childhood book. This is so crash.”
Wally snatches the book away from Bart. “You can’t know that,” Wally protests, hating how he may have lost all the uncertainty of your relationship. He found he enjoyed not knowing where your relationship would lead.
“You’ll see,” Bart teases, dancing around the room. “I can’t wait to be in your wedding. Can I be your best man? Oh, and wait until you see your kids…” Bart began to talk so fast that everything he said became a hum to Wally.
Wally collapses down onto his living room couch, trying to absorb what Bart had said. After some thought, he realized he was happy to know that you and him would be together for the rest of your lives. A smile broke out on his face as he watches Bart bounce around the room in his excitement.