𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ➯ hsmtmts

𝐦𝐨 𝐧 𝐣𝐨

gina x ricky

I sigh as I write down another answer for the math homework, not fully understanding what I just wrote. This is so boring. We've been studying for the past two hours and I've gained nothing. My bed is covered in notes, pencils, textbooks, and other clutter. I look up at Ricky who's focused on the sheet of paper in front of him. His eyebrows rest in a confused expression as he writes something down. That gives me an idea.

"What if I waxed your eyebrows?" I ask, setting my pencil down and sitting up.

"What?" He asks, clearly startled as he looks up from his paper.

"They're getting kind of thick don't you think?" I ask.

"T-they're not thick...are they?" He says unsurely while touching them.

"Luckily, you have me! I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't go anywhere," I exclaim before going to my bathroom to find my supplies.

For a second I considered tying him down so he couldn't run away but decided against it. I grab everything I need before going back inside my room. Surprisingly, he's still here. Well, he looks terrified, but he has nothing to worry about.

I hope.

I take the wax beads to the kitchen and pour them into a pot. I place the pot on the stove and turn it to medium heat before jogging back upstairs to my room.

"Now we just have to wait for 10 minutes," I sigh contentedly.

"If you rip off my eyebrows, can we have a funeral?" He blurts out.

"Are you doubting me?" I place my hand on my heart, pretending to be hurt.

"Yes. Yes, I am," he chuckles.

"Ok then, sure, I'll make sure to rip off your eyebrows so you can have your little funeral," I smile mischievously.

"Are you threatening to purposely hurt Jo and Mo?" He gasps.

"Oh god, you named them?" I ask.

"Yes! You didn't?" He asks.

"You know what, I should go check on the wax," I laugh before heading to the kitchen.

I grab a rubber spatula and mix the half-melted purple beads. It slowly turns into a smooth consistency. It looks good, but smells like chemicals. I cough before emptying it into a smaller bowl.

"Ok, Let's get started! Lay down," I grin as I enter my room.

"Are you sure? We really don't have to-"

"Lay down," I repeat, the grin falling off my face in a heartbeat. This time he listens.

A smile settles on my face again and I sit behind him. As I'm putting on my gloves, I get the idea to film. "Hold on a sec," I say before getting my phone and setting it up in front of us.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Filming! Don't worry I won't post it," I lie.

"Ok...hello uh nobody," he chuckles.

"Let's do this," I say as I pull his head back down.

"Ow, gentle please," he winces as I roll my eyes playfully.

I slip on my gloves and take a craft stick. I lather a generous amount on the stick before slowly lowering it to his eyebrow.

"Wait!" He suddenly yells as I'm about to start.

"What?" I groan.

"Can I- can I say a goodbye to Jo and Mo first?" He asks.

"You're kidding right?" I say, trying to stop a laugh from escaping my mouth.

"No, I'm not kidding! This may be our last time together," he says as he pets his eyebrow.

"You can say your goodbyes if you promise to be quiet afterward," I giggle.

"Deal," he says.

He takes a deep breath in before beginning, "When I first met you two, I knew how important and special you would be. We've been through so much together that I'll never forget. Like when I lost my first tooth, when I learned how to skate, and even when I got lice. Whatever happens in the next 30 minutes, just know that I will always cherish you two. Your legacy will live on! Goodbye, Mo and Jo," he says, wiping a fake tear at the end.

"Oh my god that was so stupid," I burst out laughing.

"Hey! That was very painful," he frowns.

"Your legacy will live on? Seriously?" I ask as I try to catch my breath.

"Let's just get this over with," he pouts before laying down again.

"If you say so." I shrug before grabbing another craft stick and dipping it in the wax.

He takes in a deep breath of air as the stick lowers closer to his face. I lather the purple consistency where I want it, so I don't get rid of too much.

"See? That wasn't so bad," I smile.

"It's cold."

"You'll live," I chuckle.

I grab the thin sheet of wax paper and lay it gently on top of the wax.

"Ok, this might hurt," I say as I get ready to rip off the paper.

"What? You never mentioned anything about pain!" He shrieks.

"Just...count to three and keep your eyes closed," I suggest.

"Fine. But you owe me after this," he says.

"Oh I know," I chuckle. He will not let me live this down.

"1," he breathes in, "2," he closes his eyes. A long break of silence fills the room before he finally shouts, "I'm not ready!"

"Oh my god, do you need me to hold your hand?" I ask.

"That would be nice," he whispers, causing me to laugh.

"Ok. I'll hold your hand and count. Keep your eyes closed," I say as I place my hand in his.

I give him a few seconds to squeeze my hand before slowly counting. I quickly rip away the paper and all that comes out is a little yelp.

"Oh...that didn't really hurt," he mumbles causing me to laugh.

"I'm just that good," I grin as I give him a quick peck on the lips.

a/n

this was a thicc one

Anyway hi, I have no idea what ship to do next.

This was actually going to be a gina x fem oc, but I thought this fit rina better :]

this is also connected to my jolivia fanfic. I don't think anyone will get it honestly, but yah

k bai xx