Spitfire One-Shot Collection

Braids✅- By LenaTheLunartic

Artemis' POV

I was sitting in mine and Wally's house on the couch, Brucely beside me as we watched T.V.

I heard the front door open and close quickly at about 11:00p.m. It was still pretty quiet though, and usually Wally is loud and excited to share about his day so this was odd Even for him.

"Wally? Is that you?"

"Yeah babe, it's me." He responded. It wasn't his usual chipper tone. He sounded sad and exhausted, which is not like him at all.

After he put his book bag down he wandered over to the couch that I was on and plopped down beside me.

"Rough day?" I asked him.

He just huffed in response.

I lied my head down on his lap as we both watched the T.V.

I suddenly felt him tugging and playing with my hair. This wasn't unusual when he was stressed about things. I don't usually ask him what's wrong, it doesn't help him get over it. Oddly enough braiding my hair does.

Sometimes I lay there for hours as he braids and unbraided my hair. It's not always braids though. Sometimes he tries to do buns or different crazy things with my long hair. It almost always ends up in knots but if doing it helps him relax and calm down then it's worth it.

It had been about ten minutes of him braiding my hair when he let out a long sigh and slumped back into the couch.

"Why'd you stop?" I sleepily asked. I didn't realize that I had started to fall asleep in his lap. He may not be the best at doing hair but whenever he played with mine it calmed me down too.

"I'm just...tired." he let out a heavy breath as he looked up towards the ceiling.

"Wanna go to sleep?" I asked, hoping he'd want to.

"I don't know."

"Well then what do you want to do?"

"I heard of this thing called a fishtail braid? Can I try it?"

Usually he doesn't ask to try things in my hair he just does them.

I looked at him dumbfounded.

"Yeah," I dragged out the 'ah' sound, "why couldn't you?"

"I just didn't know if it was okay that I play with your hair." He said shyly.

"Baywatch, I would've stopped you a long time ago if I didn't want you playing with my hair." I sat up and shot him a cute but sassy smile as my eyebrows rose towards to the top of my head.

He smiled so big that you'd have thought I told him I filled the fridge!

"Really? It's fine that I play with your hair? Doesn't it get all knotted up and whatever?"

"Yeah it does, but it gets knotted up after laying down for half an hour. Trust me, you doing my hair is perfectly fine. Besides, it feels nice! It always calms me down and puts me to sleep." I gave him a small shrug and then turned around sitting criss-cross on the couch, my back facing him.

"Are you gonna braid my hair or what?"

Brucely moves to curl up on my lap and Wally got to work on my hair.

We talked and giggled about things that happened during our day, stopped to watch a YouTube tutorial on how to do a fishtail braid after a few failed attempts at trying to do it without knowing what it looks like, and eating some microwave pizzas we found in the freezer for dinner.

When he was done he lied my head down on his lap and we finished our T.V show.

I fell asleep on the couch and only woke up once he put me down on our bed and covered me with the blankets.

We were both so tired that night that we didn't even get into pyjamas or worry about any nightly routines we had. We just curled up in each others arms and fell asleep.