imagines are hella fun to make
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"i can't believe you got me detention," i told ethan as i sat down on the chair in the empty room.
"haha," he laughs, rolling his eyes, "i'm here too, princess." he added, i throw my bag up onto the table and pull out my black pen.
"what're you doing?" he asks.
"doodling, we have to be here for like three hours, what even."
"that's why you get detention with friends, you can bump it."
"wish i knew that before this, now i'm stuck with you." he scoffs, shoving my shoulder.
"here! let me give you a tattoo!" I say, turning sideways.
"whoo-hoo, third tattoo."
"third?" i ask, raising my eyebrows.
"yeah, maybe when you kiss me you can check it out."
"fuck that!" i take my hands, tugging his lip, he smiled, i tugged his bottom lip, gasping at the sight.
'create' it wrote in black.
"wow, gorgeous." i say, "but i can give you a better one."
"bet," he says, leaning back, looking sexy. (fys)
"hmm, game on. trust me, it'll be so good you'd want to get it permanent."
"sure," he said, rolling his eyes.
i grabbed his hand, feeling his eyes on me, "close your eyes." i squeak.
i take my pen, slowly tracing out the letters.
'i l-o-v-e (y/n) b-u-t m-y d-i-c-k i-s t-i-n-y'
i finish curving the y, "done!"
he looks down, "seriously?"
"aww," I squish his cheeks, "ilove you."
"i don't, not after this tattoo." he pushed me away, examining the letters.
"ahah, sure, baby. don't worry, tiny dicks are equally as goo-"
"my dick is tiny!" i laugh, throwing my head back.
"of course it isn't, babe." i pat him through his pants, "hey, couldn't even feel it."
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this is what i call an imagine. honestly I have no ideas and I keep resorting to nerd imagined cause those make me--
