One Shots

pull up | g herbo

"Baby!" You yelled from your room. You had to stay home from work today because you were sick and your boyfriend offered to stay with you.

You heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and towards your room. He lightly kicked the door open. He had a small blue lunch tray type of thing with plates, bowls, and a green cup on it.

"Chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side fa my lil baby." He said while you sat up in the bed. "And some sliced apples. You betta eat em too cause I fucked my hand up slicin them." You laughed. He was so bipolar. Not really, but his moods changed fast. So fast that sometimes it was scary.

"Thanks honey bunch." You kissed his cheek before taste testing the soup. Herb liked to season things. That was good. But he over seasoned everything. He used way too much salt and pepper. He acts as if there aren't other seasonings in the cabinet.

"And I know why you doin that, I put one lil thing of salt and pepper in there so chill out." You smiled. He knows about your blood pressure problem so he tries to not season your food like his and you appreciate that a lot. It takes a lot for someone to change their ways just for you.

"Can you take my braids out?" He looked at you like you were retarded. You needed your braids out of your head because your new growth was crucial and your hair was starting to get matted and locked. "Please Herb. I already got the middle out. Just do the rest for me." You pouted before sticking the green apple slice into your mouth. He sighed then went downstairs.

"Herb!" You yelled. He came up a few minutes later with kitchen scissors and a grocery bag.

"You always yellin." He got in bed with you and took your braids out of the bun you had on your head. The middle of your hair was natural, it was in a puffball secured with a red rubberband. "You got too much damn hair."

"You actin like that's a bad thing." You said and moved the tray to the nightstand that's by your bed. You leaned over and grabbed the blunt off the nightstand. You had started smoking it last night but you didn't finish because your cold was making you feel sick and you didn't want to throw up on the blunt. That's nasty.

"How you gone smoke when you sick?" Herb asked after putting the braid in the grocery bag. You shrugged.

"How yo ears gone be big but yo head small?" You puffed on the blunt. You were weird when you smoked. You acted like you were the boujeeist, baddest bitch in the whole weird.

"Oh lord." Herb sighed while coming your hair that came out the braid. You had them inches! It went down to your shoulders and you always had it done. It was brown with a few highlights. Bussin.

"Whatchu hatin fa? You a damn hata Herb on god!" You yelled before sneezing. He told you bless you then laughed.

"You remember when we first met?" He was such a corny nigga. He said the whitest shit all the time even though he from Chicago.

"You mean when we was fuckin?" Y'all both laughed. You two met at the club. He was there with his friends and you were with your friends. He bought you some drinks and the rest is history.

"I guess." He chuckled and finished all the braids. He ran his hands through your crinkly curls. You liked the feeling because you closed your eyes and smiled. "We wasn't deep at first but then we got our feelins in."

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this is horrible lol i messed up so bad but pull up is my song so i had to make an imagine about it!