❝ *the lyrics of all of my favorite songs (aka all my spotify playlists) here* ❞
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 i write an imagine book because i have a lot or ideas and plots, but i'm too lazy to finish my other books.
【 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 12/22/2023. 】
【 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬...
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" yo, ethan, stop fucking moving," genesis complained for the fifteenth time tonight.
" fuck up, nigga, dis shit hurts," he mugged her through the mirror.
" you're very tender-headed, i can tell," she mumbled. " dis coulda been done hours ago if you'd stopped fucking around," she spoke up after a while of silence.
notti had begged her to do his hair for a week straight. and when genesis finally decided to do it, he kept on making excuses.
like going out to get food every 3 hours. going downstairs to get water and snacks every 20 minutes. needing to take a nap every once and a while.
it was crazy. genesis had started at eight am. and it was currently 6 pm. and she had only completed three fourths of his hair.
" mane, i needa go piss," he smirked as he stood up from the ground.
" if you leave, ethan, i'm not doing yo shit no mo," she told him. " you can go to school wit yo head half done," she mumbled, getting her phone from her pocket.
" aight, mama, i'm sorry," he told her. " you can do ma shit now," he said, sitting back down in front of her.
" nah, bro, find someone else to do it," she muttered, glancing back up at him before going on her phone again.
he turned around to look at her. " nooo, mami, you da only one who do it good," he whined.
she just ignored him. she wasn't falling for him begging her again.
" mami, i'm sorry, please?" he asked her, taking her phone from her hands. " look, if you finish it, ima make you feel so good," he whispered, referring to giving her head
" really?" she smiled at him.
" mhm," he nodded.
" aight, say less," she smirked. " sit back down," she told him as she pushed him back to his original spot.
