shawn please

appreciation post for the psych episode titles

psych is one of my favourite shows ever and, in my distinguished opinion, the second best crime show of all time

anyway im rewatching it and i’m only now noticing the episode titles and they’re killing me

here are some of my favourites:

and, of course, the ever elegant:

Curls (Shawn Mendes Smut)

requested: eh… not really.

pairing: reader x Shawn

warnings: smut

a/n: this is based off of a conversation @starrynightshawn & I had over the personal offense we took upon learning that Shawn cut his hair. Let me know what you think!

(picture is not mine- credits go to owner)

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no promises

He needs her more than anything else, he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth dragging along his shoulder. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her. All despite her tenacious attempts to keep him distant from her.

Illuminate x Her series, Pt. I, Pt. II
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Her 
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1751

They tumble through the hotel room door, his palm swiftly pushing it shut behind their entangled bodies. Her hands wander up his chest and her arms find their way around his neck, a need to be close dragging her to him. Their lips detach from one another’s during brief moments when they both push their jackets off their shoulders and take off their shoes in a hurry, and when he pulls her top over her head. Her fingers work fast to unbutton his shirt and remove it from his body while his hands move to cup her bottom. 

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Requested: Hey love!! How are you? Can i ask you one thing? Alright… I hope you can make an imagine where reader and shawn are all goofy, sassy, bitchy and all those playful relationship. i hope you can make imagine just based on how playful their relationship is. thank you very much.

Note: I thought a lot about how I wanted to write this concept and I finally settled with writing four completely unrelated scenarios or moments to illustrate the type of relationship requested. 

Your name: submit What is this?

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“Babe, I love you and that song, but shut up.” You tell Shawn partially joking, but also partially serious because Shawn has been singing the same two lines of Barcelona by Ed Sheeran practically non stop for the past twenty minutes and you’re getting to the point where you really can’t take it any longer.

“In Baaaaaarcelona!!!” Shawn sings very high pitched for a reason you don’t understand obviously ignoring your demand for him to stop. You barely even look up from your phone. Instead, you just reach out your hand and place it over his mouth. But you feel his teeth graze your palm and then he moves and bites down lightly on your fingers.

“Ow!” You say, retracting your hand and pretending it hurt a lot more than it actually did.

“Don’t even lie, y/n, you like when I bite you,” Shawn says, and your eyes widen and you immediately look around to see if anyone heard Shawn’s comment because he didn’t even bother to say it quietly and his band is all in the dressing room with you. Luckily, they’re all busy doing their own thing so no one seems to have heard Shawn’s comment.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a part 2 or add more thing to the dating shawn list? i loooooooved it

(this took me forever, sorry you had to wait for so long) 
Dating Shawn would include pt. 1

Dating Shawn would include pt. 2

  • Him treating you like a princess
  • Stupid inside jokes
  • Always taking cute private selfies no one else get to see
  • Matching hoodies and sweatpants for long flights
  • You wearing Shawn’s dad cap
  • Him struggling not to laugh when you whine about your homework
  • You watching Grey’s Anatomy with him for the second time, pretending it’s not going to break his heart
  • “Lexi is cute” “Shut up, I thought I was cute” “No, you’re cuter” “Nice save, Mendes”
  • Teasingly smirks to each other from across the room
  • Being each other’s biggest supporters
  • Going to the gym on an early Sunday morning together
  • “Remind me why I’m doing this again?”
  • Him giving you nose tip strokes while drifting off to sleep
  • Both wearing black skinny jeans
  • “Twinning” “No Shawn, just no”
  • Breakfast for dinner
  • Him always spoiling you even when you ask him not to
  • Ending every phone call with “see you soon”
  • Him saying “time for cuddles” then just picking you up and carry you to bed
  • Him playing with your hair while you do your homework
  • “Pay attention to me” “Stop with the puppy eyes Shawn” “Then pay attention to me”
  • Going on random road trips with his friends
  • Long walks holding hands to clear Shawn’s head
  • Brian showing up unannounced every other day
  • “I miss you” “I miss you more”
  • You sending him drunk snapchats while hanging out with friends from Uni
  • Him always telling/texting you “be safe”
  • Singing along to Holdin’ Me Back in the car
  • Snapchatting constantly whenever Shawn is gone
  • Late night dance off to Ed Sheeran’s music
  • Popcorn fights while watching Riverdale
  • Him making sure you’re okay when he’s gone
  • Him teasing you when you wake up hunger over
  • Him being overprotective of you when fans or paps get too close and always making sure you’re taken care of first
  • ”Where’s y/n?” “Is someone keeping an eye on her?” “Make sure she’s not in the middle of this”
  • You teaching Shawn different drinking games when he finally has some days off
  • Pranking each other
  • Deep conversations with Karen when your heart feels heavy
  • Geoff making kissing noises when seeing you sneak of together
  • Him always sending your mother flowers on her birthday
  • You picking up the phone saying ”I’ll call you later” when you miss him too much to talk
  • Dealing with him always bringing his guitar everywhere
  • Him texting you the lyrics to Never Be Alone when he knows you’re struggling with him touring
  • Always turning your morning runs into a competition
  • Him stalking your Instagram in bed at 3 am when he misses you
  • Him making you a mixtape with his fave tunes every time he leaves again
  • Sending you sneak peaks of new photoshoot pictures
  • Being spontaneous together
  • Him saying “I just wish I could hold you tonight” when he feels lost 
  • Him teaching you how to play the Harry Potter intro on the Ukulele
  • Going to John Mayer concerts together
  • Stealing his comfy clothes
  • Him saying “I’m so in love with you I can barely breathe”
  • Constantly holding hands
  • Arguing over who gets to pick the music in the car
  • Him always getting up early, you begging for five more minutes
  • Helping him tie his tie before award shows
  • Buying John Mayer merch for his birthday
  • Him kissing you to make you shut up
  • Talking boys with Aaliyah
  • Him trying to teach you the hockey rules
  • Spontaneous sex (bathrooms, cars, dressing room in a store)
  • Kissing and tracing his tattoo
  • Dealing with him when his ego gets too big
  • Blowjobs when he’s feeling stressed
  • Staying in and watching Netflix
  • Exploring the world together
  • Him making inappropriate jokes about your sex life to Matt and Brian
  • Him being a bad loser when you beat him
  • Him being a bad winner when he beats you
  • “Aww babe, smile for me. At least you’re sleeping with a winner”
  • Rough make up sex when having had stupid little fights
  • Him waking you up with breakfast and kisses
  • Him lowkey getting jealous when Brian snaps you
  • Him waking you up when a new song idea strikes in the middle of the night
  • “Sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you”
  • Lots of spooing
  • Him tearing up when he realize he hurt you
  • Neck kisses on Shawn’s vein
  • Cheesy yet romantic date nights
  • Drunk sex
  • Fighting over who cheated in beer pong
  • Listening to music together while making out
  • Him walking around shirtless just to tease you
  • “You like what you see eh?”
  • Waking up completely entangled to each other
  • Fearing his going to stop loving you one day
  • Really cheesy pickup lines Shawn thinks are amazing
  • Him leaving hickeys all sort of places on your body
  • Morning sex to start the day of right
  • Him saying “God, you’re beautiful” every time he wakes up next to you
  • Love hearing Shawn sing in the shower
  • “Can I join you?” “I thought you’d never ask”
  • Kissing the scar on Shawn’s face
  • You being insecure but him reminding you “you’re perfect to me”
  • Having sex multiple times a night
  • Cute texts when he’s thinking about you
  • Him biting into your skin while lying naked in bed
  • Him loving to watch you get dressed
  • Goofy smiles that makes your heart melt
  • “I wrote a song about you” “Can I hear it?” “Not until it’s perfect”
  • “Only 13 days until I’m back in your bed again”
Obvious (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: can you do one where y/n & Shawn are both denying the relationship, but the love is so obvious that it soon becomes too much to deny anymore?

pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes

word count: 2,021

a/n: ok, you guys really gotta tell me what you think. I really love this one and I think it may be one of my best so far. also, great songs to listen to for this are friends by ed sheeran & i found by amber run :) 

Even though the space was large, the room was crowded with unfamiliar bodies and whispers about the two of you. 

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Sun-kissed Sleepy

Note: Not requested, but this came about because I went to the pool today and then went straight to work and I felt that sleepy feeling you get after spending time in the sun. Its a special and specific kind of sleepy. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it’s nice. It made me want to take a nap with Shawn.

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The cool air of your hotel room hits you as soon as you swing open the door. You had turned the air conditioner on high before you left because you knew it would be hot outside, but a shiver runs down your spine as the blast of cool air hits you without warning. You head straight for your bathroom to take a shower, dropping your wet towel on the bathroom floor before removing your black bikini and getting under the warm stream of water.

When you get out of the shower, you feel exhaustion hit you. You had just spent the last four hours lounging by the pool, and the sun takes a lot out of you. It’s one in the afternoon, a perfect time for a nap. There is something about afternoon naps after mornings spent in the sun. They’re magical, and they have a certain feel to them.

Exiting the bathroom, you hear the television on in the hotel room, and a smile spreads across your face knowing that your boyfriend has returned. He was gone doing press all morning. You offered to go with him, but he insisted you stay back and enjoy the resort. You were in Florida after all.

Shawn is seated at the edge of the bed, watching the hockey game on the tv. When he sees you, he smiles and says “Hey baby,”

“Hey hun, how was work?” You question as you crawl onto the bed behind him, which immediately prompts him to move so he’s lying next to you. 

“Good, nothing special.” You cuddle closer into his side as his arm automatically wraps around you, and he asks, “You tired?” To which you only sleepily nod in response. “Didn’t you just sit at the pool all morning?” He questions, purposely giving you a hard time, but you know he’s joking and doesn’t mean it in a mean way.

“Yeah, but the sun makes me sleeeeepy.” You drag out the last word before hiding your face in his t-shirt. The afternoon sun is shining into the hotel room, and the exhaustion you feel is a good kind of exhaustion. Shawn has a show in a couple of hours, but neither of you have anything planned until then. “Take a nap with me?” You ask Shawn.

“You’re literally the cutest person ever.” He tells you smiling down at you.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you’re too tired to respond to his statement. You feel his lips press lightly against your forehead before he moves slightly to get more comfortable. And in his arms you fall asleep listening to the sound of his steady breathing.

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Daddy?

lol at the title i’m so sorry but like i couldn’t resist LOL sry if this is a giant vacuole of shit, but like the lil idea popped into my head, and so instead of requesting it from someone else, I thought i’d give a go at writing. But as you all probs know… i’m a double science major so i can’t write worth shat… lawls. anyways, idk why i can’t do anything without rambling. Enjoy this. It gave me a good chuckle.

word count: idk… a lot? 


You wake up early this morning from the urgent sense to throw up. You try to be as discreet and quiet as possible so you don’t wake your snoozing husband, Shawn, who is laying in the bed next to you, but your old New York City apartment squeaks if you breathe the wrong way.

You ditch any effort of silence, though, when you feel the puke coming on, and within a matter of seconds you are hunched over the toilet bowl. As you are hurling your guts out, you feel a warm hand settle on your back and another move the baby hairs out of your face that have fallen out of your sleepy bun. 

When you can’t puke anymore, you sit there almost draped over the toilet with your forehead resting on the seat. You never get sick like this. You haven’t puked since your freshman year of Uni, and that was only the result of an excessive amount of alcohol consumed during that infamous Delta Sig Frat party. 

“Baby, are you okay? You don’t feel fevered or anything. Do you think you have food poisoning?” Shawn asks you after a few minutes when he decides you’re probably not going to throw up anymore. 

“I don’t know, we didn’t eat anything weird for dinner last night. I don’t know what it could be.” You reply back, looking at the concern in his honey brown eyes. You get up off the floor and move to the sink to brush your teeth to try and get the horrible after taste out of your mouth.

In the middle of rinsing out your mouth, you start counting on your fingers after a thought pops into your head. 

You’re late. 

You drop the toothbrush in its holder and run to your closet trying to find some yoga pants and a t shirt to throw on.

“Babe, what… where are you going?” Shawn asks, following you back into the bedroom. 

“I’m late” is all you say over and over again. You can’t find a t shirt of your own, so you hop over the bed to Shawn’s closet. You grab your favorite t shirt of his– the grey one with the Hogwarts crest on it– and his maroon hoodie that he swears you wear more than he does, and throw them on over some yoga pants, putting on your adidas sneakers right after. 

“Hon, late for what? It’s Saturday.” He says, coming up to you and placing both of his hands on your shoulders to stop you from racing around the room like a maniac. 

You stop moving at his touch and look right into his eyes, “I’m late, Shawn. I’m two weeks late.”

His eyes widen with surprise and his lips form an “O”. 

“So..are you…does this mean…” He stutters, trying to form a coherent thought, but the idea of being a dad swirling around in his head is keeping him from being able to process.

“I don’t know… maybe? I gotta… i gotta go to the drugstore. Get a pregnancy test or something, right?” 

You’re just as baffled as him. You’re both at the peak of your careers right now,  so you never chanced unprotected sex. You’re about to graduate medical school and he is just three months away from releasing his fifth album.The thought of being parents was always super exciting and something the both of you wanted to do, but it always seemed so far into the future. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant now.


You return from the store about an hour later with 6 pregnancy tests (”I didn’t know what kind to get or what brand to get or what would be the most accurate or really anything about pregnancy tests or pregnancy in general because i’m only 24!”) and run into the bathroom so that you can take them. You pick the first one out of the bag and rip it open. As you’re peeing on the little stick, all you can think is “Please God, don’t let it be positive. Don’t let it be positive.”

Shawn keeps knocking on the door trying to get you to let him in, but you can’t. You can’t have him in here if you find out that you’re about to stall his career with a baby. 

The timer on your phone rings signaling that the test is done, but you don’t even flinch. Shawn hears the sound through the door and starts knocking again. 

“Y/n, please, I need to be in there with you. This isn’t just you. I’m the… I’m the dad.” He says softly through the door. You take a deep breath in and out. He’s right. This is happening to the both of you, not just to you. You decide to let him in before  you look at the results. 

At your first little jiggle of the handle to unlock the door, Shawn practically knocks it down trying to get in as fast as possible. He sees the little white stick sitting on the counter face down and instantly freezes. 

“Have you looked at it yet?” He asks, not breaking his fixed stare at the test. 

“I can’t. You have to. I can’t.” He looks at you with nervous eyes and walks over to the test, picking it up and flipping it over to look at the results.

You stare at his face anxiously awaiting to read his expression for signs of relief or regret, but his face stays expressionless.

“Y/N,” He starts, looking right at you.

“Yeah…” You reply nervously, eyes fixed on the test in his hands.

“I don’t know how to read one of these things.” He says, and a smile forms on his lips. You let out a shorty chuckle and smack your palm to your forehead. 

“Damn, way to ruin a dramatic moment, babe” You say, but on the inside you’re glad that he found a way to lighten the mood. This is one of the many reasons why you’re absolutely certain that you married the right guy.  The nerves evaporate from your body, and you start to get a little excited at the thought of having a baby with Shawn. 

With this new feeling of reassurance, you take the stick from out of his hands and flip it over, knowing that if you drag out the process of discovering if you’re about to become a mom any longer you will actually explode. 

You read the results on the stick and let out a breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding in and your stomach drops. 

“So, does this mean I get to call you ‘Daddy’ now?” You say with a smile forming on your face. 

Shawn’s eyes widen and he lets out a huge laugh before pulling you into a big hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and you feel yourself lifted of the ground. He spins you around before setting you back gently on the ground once he remembers that there’s now a baby in your tummy. His baby

He drops down to his knees and presses his ear to your stomach as if he could actually hear the baby inside of you. Then, you start to hear a barely audible whisper saying “Hi, baby, I’m your dad. Me and your mom love you. We’re gonna love you and hold you and protect you forever. I can’t believe I’m actually your dad.”

You feel a few tears spill over down your cheeks, and one drops onto one of Shawn’s hands. He looks up at you with the biggest smile on his face that you have ever seen. He stands back up slowly and gently grabs your face. He leans in and kisses away the few tears on your cheeks, then your forehead, and down to the tip of your nose, finally pressing his soft lips agains yours. 

“You’re going to be the best dad.” You say once you break apart from him. 

“I love you so much.” He tells you, looking deep into your eyes before pulling you back in for another kiss. 



a/n: I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT I’M SORRY IF ITS TERRIBLE AJSRKJANSLJNA OK BYE

try again {part i}

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A/N: This is part one of the angsty/emotional series I was talking about the other day. Feedback would be great. Let me know if you think I should continue it!!

Tears stung my eyes and my heart felt heavy in my chest. I should be used to this by now, but I’m not. I never will be. It’s so tiresome and heart wrenching.

Shawn sat beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm gently while we sat in the floor of our bathroom. He gingerly caressed my hair and kissed my forehead, attempting to soothe me. It was difficult to be soothed at this point, though.

“Darling, please don’t cry. We can try again.” he said sweetly, but his words irritated me. He didn’t understand what this was like for me, he never would. I tried not to sound angry when I spoke to him.

“That’s all we have been doing for the past two years, Shawn! It’s not going to work. It will never work. There is no trying again. We just need to face the fact that there’s something wrong with me and we can’t have a baby. We’re never going to have any children.” I spat out, I was surprised at how hurtful my words sounded.

“How do we know it’s you? It’s not necessarily because you can’t get pregnant.” Shawn said. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me, we don’t know.”

I looked at the pregnancy test setting on the bathroom counter. I thought about how many of those I had bought since Shawn and I had been married. Then I thought about how many of them ended up saying not pregnant, which sadly was the same number. It had gotten to the point where Shawn and I both got giddy whenever my period was just a day late. I knew now to never get my hopes up because I knew what it would say every time: not pregnant. My thoughts made my head throb and the crying only made it ache worse. I rested my head in my hands, trying to resist the pounding headache that was coming.

Shawn rubbed my back lovingly with his large hands. He soon left the floor and walked across the room, starting a bath. I hoped he made the water hot how I liked it. I smelled the rosemary and lavender bubble bath that I always used when I was upset. The loving gesture by Shawn made me want to smile, but I couldn’t. I stood up to walk over to the bathtub. I removed my clothes and sank into the water, which was steaming hot. Shawn had already went to our bedroom, leaving me for some alone time.

I took my time washing my hair. I needed to calm myself as much as possible and besides Shawn, a hot bath was the only thing that could soothe me like this. After washing my body and letting the water turn cold, I stepped out onto the towel Shawn had left on the floor and picked up the one he left for me to dry my body with. I subconsciously did my nightly routine and nearly fell asleep while doing so. I paced across the cold floor the crawl into bed with Shawn. Too tired to dry my hair, I went to bed with it wet and cold. Regardless of this, Shawn still cuddled me against his chest.

I glanced over at the clock to see it was around midnight already. I was exhausted but couldn’t fall asleep. I knew Shawn hadn’t fallen asleep either, because he still fidgeted while laying next to me.

“Thank you for starting a bubble bath for me.” I thanked him.

“No problem, did you enjoy it?”

“I loved it. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you earlier..” I trailed off, “I just get so frustrated.” Shawn nodded his head to tell me understood. His facial expression and his eyes told me he was listening to me, so I continued to talk.

“Some people don’t even want to have a baby and they do. You and I want a baby more than anyone does. We try for over a year, nearly two and we can’t have one.” My face now felt hot and prickly. Tears threatened to spill over once more and I did not stop them. “Before we even got engaged, we talked about what a big family we wanted and how exciting it would all be. We can’t even have one baby, not one, Shawn.”

At this point, I was sobbing and Shawn was holding me against his chest. He kissed my forehead and calmed me somewhat.

“Hey, look at me. Baby, look at me.” I looked up at him and he spoke quietly to me. “I’m not going to lie and tell you it’s okay because we both know it’s not. This is heartbreaking for the both of us. But we will find a way to make this work, we’ll find a way to have the family we have both always wanted, okay?”

“Okay.” I replied, but I didn’t believe it.

We said our goodnights then finally fell asleep. Tears stuck to my face as I fell asleep, but I was too comfortable in Shawn’s strong arms to wipe them away.


I awoke the next morning before Shawn. I didn’t get out of bed yet because I needed his comfort still. While waiting for Shawn to awake, I became lost in my thoughts. Wouldn’t this just be easier if we just told someone what we were going through? We could tell both of our parents, surely they would be some help if they knew. No, we cannot tell them. I don’t want anyone’s pity and I know Shawn doesn’t either.

It would be much easier to let some of our family know, but I loathe to be pitied. For now, we would just let everyone think we were waiting until Shawn’s career slowed down. In reality, we were willing to raise children even with Shawn’s hectic career and our chaotic lives.

As soon as Shawn and I knew we were completely in love with each other over six years ago, we began talking about our future together. Our future included buying an apartment together, getting married, travel the world together, and lastly, have children. Having children was the only thing on that list of our future that we hadn’t fulfilled yet. Sometimes, I think maybe we waited too late. We waited too long to get married and now either one of us or both of us aren’t at our ‘prime’ to have children.

No matter what was causing us to not be able to have a baby, I still dreamed of the pitter-patter of little feet running all around our house. I dreamed of first words and first birthdays and first steps. I dreamed of a house full of children. Shawn and I both wanted at least three, maybe more. I even yearned for the nights awake with Shawn, trying to calm our screaming newborn in the early hours of the morning. I wanted it all.

While Shawn slept so peacefully, I took in his gorgeous features and thought of how beautiful our children could be. They could have his dark hair and plump lips, my tan skin, both of our big, radiant brown eyes. I smiled, picturing how beautiful our children would be if we could ever have any, and began twirling my fingers through tufts of Shawn’s hair. He started to move then his eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw me playing with his hair.

“Morning, love.” he spoke in raspy voice before kissing my nose.

“Goodmorning.” I replied.


The next night while laying on the couch together, Shawn brought up the subject.

“So, what do you want to do about this?” he said. He didn’t even have to tell me because I knew ‘this’ meant not being able to conceive. I looked at him, trying to process what all of this even meant, what could we do?

“We could go to the doctor, they’ll probably run some tests to see if there’s some type of physical condition causing this. If not, they will probably send me for infertility treatments.” I spoke quietly. Shawn nodded.

“I’ll cancel the photo shoot I have tomorrow, we will go to the doctor tomorrow, sound good?”

“Okay.” I lied, but it didn’t sound good. I didn’t want to have my fears confirmed. I didn’t want them to tell us we couldn’t have children. Shawn and I ended up falling asleep on the couch that night. Partly because we were too comfortable to get up, but mostly because we were too exhausted.

anonymous asked:

Being Married to Shawn

  • “I love you.”
  • Shawn still taking you out on dates even thought you’re already married
  • Shawn taking you along on tour with him
  • Not having to be apart as much as you did when you were still dating
  • Waking up next to him every morning
  • Good morning kisses
  • Goodnight kisses
  • Shawn getting along with your family
  • And treating your siblings like they’re his own siblings
  • His family loving you
  • Whenever Aaliyah had a break from school
  • You’d convince Shawn to fly her out to wherever you both were
  • And you’d hang out with her and make sure she was safe
  • Shawn having meetings early on a Saturday morning
  • And you being disappointed because you like to cuddle on weekends
  • But he makes up for it by coming home at 11am with Starbucks
  • Spending long nights in the studio with him
  • Shawn surprising you with weekend getaways
  • “I love that you’re my forever.” 
  • Always being Shawn’s plus one to events
  • Getting a cat together shortly after you’re married
  • Buying Shawn clothes
  • Cooking together
  • Him knowing everything about you 
  • All the scary, hard to love, messed up stuff
  • And still loving you anyway
  • Knowing what he’s like at two am when he’s worked hard all day
  • And what he’s like at two pm on a lazy Sunday
  • Knowing everything about him
  • Choosing to love each other daily
  • Choosing to love each other through all the gritty and hard stuff
  • Knowing that ring on his ring finger is for you
  • And that whenever he sees it he thinks of you
  • Having a sign that was a wedding gift: “The Mendes Family, est. 20__”
  • Wedding pictures in your living room
  • Pictures of the two of you and your families all over your house
  • Your house full of cute decorations that Shawn let you be in charge of 
  • Playfully arguing about who’s turn it was to clean the cat’s litter box
  • Sitting on your kitchen floor eating ice cream at 2am just because
  • Literally just getting to do life with your best friend