#AUGH i had this idea when i was in the shower n wrote it down as quick as i could

[crushes-georg]

Slow and Steady

Word count: 758

Ship: Wally West/Blaize Barone (pre-relationship)

Warnings: none

Summary: Blaize is very proud and protective of her hair, and she's having some trouble touching it up...

> so whatre you up to tonight :0

> eh nothin much, im just grabbing dinner, wbu?

> fixing my sideshave rn then its just me, my beef lo mein, and a full playlist of analog horror vids :>

> lol pass on that, u have fun tho!

> u cant outrun the found footage horror,,, just like i cant outrun this FUCKING razor jesus christ hang on

Blaize put down her phone as she leaned over her bathroom sink, peering into the mirror with an irritated expression as she once again picked up the razor and clicked it on. She'd gotten the front half of her sideshave done, but the back always gave her trouble.

She yelped when she heard a knock on her apartment door, though, and gave a hurried "coming!" before she slapped a beanie onto her head to cover up her half-done haircut and went to get her door.

...damn speedsters.

"Need some help?" Wally asked as he stood in the doorway, a couple of takeout bags in his hands, to which Blaize only chuckled.

"Hah- no, no, it's fine... I usually do this myself anyway. Here, come in, don't want ya just standing out in the hall," she said as she gestured for him to follow, closing the door behind him before pulling off her hat and wandering back to her bathroom. "Don't worry 'bout it, 'kay?"

"You sure...?" Wally asked quietly as he peeked into the bathroom where she was, watching with a quirked frown as she fruitlessly twisted and turned her wrist holding the buzzing razor, her other hand holding up a handheld mirror, trying to see the back of her head without the rest of her hair falling in the way.

"Yeah, it's fine- I do this all the time, it's just gotten a bit more annoying the longer my hair gets-" Blaize would've finished her thought were it not for Wally coming up to her and, with gentle hands, brushing her hair over her opposite shoulder so she could see clearly. She blinked in surprise, and looked up at him as he gave her a small smile.

"I can shave the back for you, if you need."

Blaize had a choice to make, then. Her hair was something deeply important to her, and she was certain he knew that... but a small tightness in her chest gave her pause. Was she actually going to let him...?

In what felt like an eternity, but was likely only a few seconds, Blaize nodded quietly as she clicked off the razor and passed it over to him. Wally smiled softly as he took his place behind her, with Blaize facing the mirror, and she carefully tipped her head to the side as she swept her hair over her shoulder again.

"Just... follow the line of the rest of the shave..." she murmured, tensing a bit as the razor began to hum, and she felt it pressing to the side of her head, cleanly buzzing away her overgrown sideshave. Wally could tell she was tense - her whole body was stiff, and he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder as she other shaved the side of her head. He could speed this up, but... something told him to take it slow this time. Gauge her reaction.

"Don't worry, 'm almost done," he said softly, earning a small 'mhm' from her. Blaize's cheeks were flushed a gentle pink, did he know how intimate this was for her...? Should she tell him? Let him believe it to be just helping out a friend...?

She blinked a bit as the razor clicked off, and Wally gladly handed it back to her as, in a flash of lightning, all stray hairs were swept from her shoulders and into a small pile on the sink countertop. "There! That looks good, what do you think?"

Blaize blinked as she looked in the mirror. It was just about the cleanest shave she'd ever had - and she smiled softly, nodding her head. "You did a damn good job, Wally-! Really, thank you - hey, I was gonna order takeout after this, you wanna stick around?"

"You kidding? Hell yeah!"

"Aaand watch my analog horror playlist?"

"...s... sure," he said nervously, an anxious smile drawing up, "But don't blame me if I'm texting you at 3am cuz I can't sleep later!"

"If you say so~" she said with a small chuckle as she trotted on back to the living room, all while trying to ignore how much she already missed the gentle touch of his hands caressing her hair.