Wally West x Female Reader
( I gotta get these out of my system)
“Ok, so what is it you want me to do exactly?” A heavy sigh escapes my body before I answer. Again.
“I need you to give me a haircut.” Well I really didn’t need her to give me a haircut. Honestly I probably could have went to Barry or even Roy. Considering both have cut my hair before. But I promised (Y/N) we would hang out after school. Being on the team was great but any personal time I had has been eaten up. Causing me and my best friend to barley see each other. Something she has made very clear when I had to bail on movie night. For the third time. In a row. Fourtantely a window opened up, so here we are on this rainy Friday. In (Y/N) a bathroom currently going through every hair product in the house.
“Ok you’ve said that, but my question is why me? Oh! Found it!” She was up on her tippy toes reaching for the top of the medicine cabinet. Inside was a beat up box that held hair clippers. “ My usuals are busy today, and the old guy down the block from me shakes way too much for my comfort”. Both statements are very much true. Roy and Barry were actually busy today and the old guy was in but I refuse to sit in his chair ever again. (Y/N) takes the clippers, scicorrs, and a plethora of hair products. Most which aren’t even going to get used. I follow behind her holding a mirror and a towel. We make it to her room and throw everything on the bed.
“ But Wally I’m not exactly a hairdresser. Plus your hair looks fine to me.” I would have actually believed that statement if she didn’t have a grin on her face while saying it. “Haha, you know my hair looks terrible (Y/N). I sit down on the floor and run my hand through it . Its gotten to the point where I have to have a band hold it back. I find a Batman barret that (Y/N) had put in my curls. I wonder how long it was in there for?
“Alright fine I’ll cut it; but I don’t wanna hear any complaining on how it comes out”. (Y/N) clears a spot on the bed and hands me the towel. All the hair will fall on it making for an easy cleanup. “Don’t worry, I trust ya babe”.
(Y/N) sits on the edge of the bed and I slide back between her knees. With that she turns on the cordless clippers. I feel a hand push my hair up from the back. “ You wanted a undercut right”? She asks as I hear the clippers get louder. “ Yup”. With the conformation she starts.
She didn’t just dive into my head with the clippers. She started of light, still a bit uncertain about this. As time goes on she gets more confident. Unsure cuts turn into graceful glides against my skull. She’s going fast but slows down when she gets to my ears. She gently folds them and her hand is steady. She runs her hand over and through my hair. Her painted nails have some length to them. She scratches along the way. This sends tingles down my spine and throughout my body. I feel so relaxed. The sound of the two hitting the window helps too. Sometimes her fingers will tickle my neck. I retaliate by tickling her foot that’s adorned with an anklet. She gets me back by sending some quick kicks to my thigh. I could get used to this.
But all good things must come to an end. Eventually the clippers were turned off and a hand brushed away any extra hair. “Alright West, you’re all done”. I open my eyes and lift up my head. I don’t actually remember ever closing my eyes. “I would get up but I feel like I’m glued to this spot”. She laughs but I’m serious. Who knew the floor could be so comfortable. I back up more into her legs and put my head back. This way I’m looking directly at her. (Y/N) looks down at me with a confused face. The angle is awkward of course but she looks perfect to me. “What’s up dude? Why you lookin at me like that”? Suddenly her hands fly to her face and she cover her nose. “Please don’t tell me I have a booger”?!
I can’t help the laugh that escapes my body. I laugh so hard I gotta clutch my stomach. I feel some hits on my back as I try to sober up. I get on my knees and turn around to face her. Her arms are crossed and she’s looking at the wet window. “No you don’t have any boogers (Y/N)”. I shimmy towards her and wrap my arms around her waist. My chin on her thighs. “I was just adrmiring the view”. She turns back towards me and places her hand under my chin. She leans towards me and my eyes widen. Suddenly reality drops in. In my relaxed state I didn’t realize how cuddly and close I was being.
Now I’m realizing all types of things. How her hands smell like strawberry sanitizer she uses. Her hair smells like peach shampoo. The eyeliner under her eyes smudged from our run in the rain. There’s some glitter next to her nose and on her lips. Probably from her favorite clear coconut lipgloss. Speaking of glitter there’s a piece that keeps shining. It’s only one but it’s not on her face. Looking down I see that it’s on her chest. It’s really close to her bo-boo-boob!
I scoot back so fast I think I used my powers. (Y/N) is still on the bed slouched over. Her eyes are wide and lips puckered. “You know what I just remembered I’m supposed to be helping my mom with family dinner tonight!” (Y/N) just looks at me and blinks. My face feels hot. Actually my everything feels hot. (Y/N)s hot too. I should go over ther and-NO. She’s my friend I shouldn’t be thinking this way about her. I look back up and see that (Y/N) is blushing. The scilence is akward and I still haven’t made an attempt to get up from the floor.
“Uhh,okay Wally. Um lemme walk you out and stuff.” (Y/N) gets up and walks past me to the door. I hear her go downstairs and let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in. Using my speed I clean up the room and meet her downstairs. On the way down I grab my book bag that I left at the bottom of the steps. (Y/N) still has a blush and is biting one of her nails. She looks up as I approach and reaches for the door handle. With a turn she opens it and I walk out into the still pouring rain.
“I”, before I could say anything (Y/N) hands me a (F/C) umbrella. “Thanks (Y/N).” I step back a bit and open the umbrella. “ I just don’t want you to get sick later ya know? I nod and run my hand on the back of my head. It feels nice and smooth. By touch alone I can tell it’s a perfect undercut. “Thanks again (Y/N) for this. I’m sorry we can’t hang out a little longer.” She hides behind the door a bit. “Nah dude it’s fine. I’m glad I could help. Tell your mom I said hi by the way.” I was confused before I remembered my lie. “Uh, yeah of course! I’ll let her know!”
With a quick wave she closes the door. My face still feels hot and my heart is pounding against my chest. I descended down the stairs and start my walk home. Holy shit did we almost kiss? It sure seemed like we were gonna kiss! I’ve never thought about kissing her before. I mean her lips are plump and she always adds a gloss to them. Making them desirable to anyone that looks at them and -oh my god I think I have a crush. That thought makes me stop in my tracks. I have a crush on my best friend. And it seemed like she wanted to kiss me. So does she like me too?
With a groan I keep walking and dig out my phone. I sure hope rob is in a listening mood.
(End. There’s probably plenty of mistakes throughout this 🙃 If anyone wants I’ll do a shorter version through the perspective of (Y/N))