Shawn Mendes Imagines

ice cream

i wish i could write something that i love and not end up deleting it :(

if you guys have any suggestions for people to write about or anything let me know!

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the movie echoed throughout the house. cold air welcomed me as i opened up the freezer to find the frozen gold. i grabbed the container, and got a bowl out.

"i knew you just eat it out of the tub, no reason for a bowl honey." i rolled my eyes at my fiancé's remark before putting the bowl in the cabinet.

"i hate that you know me so well." i said scooping out the cookie bits of the ice cream. he wrapped his arms around my waist as i put the spoon in my mouth. "you were supposed to fill me in on what i miss." i said turning around to face him.

"you've seen that movie a million times." he said shaking his head.

"well you never know, i might have missed a scene or something." i argued pushing his bare chest playfully. he reached behind me to get some ice cream causing me to frown. "who said it was for you?" i asked sarcastically.

"it's not." he responded. i suddenly felt something cold running down my cheek. i gasped in shock as the stickiness began to form on my face.

"oh, you're dead." i said wiping it off before grabbed the whipped cream, that i luckily already had out.

his eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen. he turned on his heel before jogging up stairs. i chased him up into our room, and slipped into the door just in time.

i poured the whipped cream into my mouth and hid it behind my tongue, "i'm just kidding babe, i would never do that." i said shaking my head as i traced my fingers down his arm.

"good, i hate-." he stopped as i licked the whipped cream down his cheek. his mouth fell open as his eyes closed tightly.

"whoops." i shrugged innocently before dashing out of the room. however, i underestimated his speed. he quickly wrapped his arms around me and tossed me over his shoulder, holding my legs down. the can fell from my hands and rolled beside his feet. he bent down, making sure not to drop me, before walking over the bed. he placed me down, and before i could even try to move, he squirted (what a gross word) the whipped cream all over my legs. (lmao you would think this was smut).

"i hate you." i said regretting my choices.

"oh really? that diamond on your finger says otherwise." he said with a smirk.

"you're lucky you're cute." i said rolling my eyes as i attempted to get it off my body.

i just wanted ice cream, not to become a sundae.