Magcon Imagines and Preferences

Shawn◎Mendes

You walked into Starbucks and studied the order board. You had a free period off of college and had decided to treat yourself. After all, you had walked to campus - that counted as exercise right?

"Ummm....Can I have a iced latte and a blueberry muffin please?"

"Yeah, sure."

The cashier typed in your order and grabbed a Starbucks cup. He looked about your age and had brown hair, styled into a messy quiff.

"Your name?" He asked, eyebrow raised.

"Y/n." you replied, and out of instinct, "What's yours?"

You blushed and hid your face in your hands once you realised what you just said. That was so awkward.

"I don't normally get asked that you know, your such a cutie! By the way, my name is Shawn." He chuckled.

Well that just made you blush even harder.

He held out his hand for the money and as you paid, you couldn't help but notice how big his hands were. Your hands brushed together and you got butterflies in your stomach.

You moved onto the next counter and you watched as he made your coffee. He was so tall. You could hear him humming some song, whatever it was you didn't know, but it sounded perfectly in tune. He turned round to check if you were still there, and said

"I'm just going to get some more ice, Okay?" He gestured his head toward the 'Staff Only' door and pushed it open.

After 4 minutes of waiting and still no sign of Shawn, you suddenly heard a faint crash and a shattering from behind the door. The door was then flung open and your couldn't help but laugh. Shawn was standing there, and all down his Starbucks T-shirt was a mixture of water and crushed ice. He looked down at himself and then back up to you.

"The ice bag broke." He said with an adorable pout.

You really couldn't stop giggling. The patch of water and ice, had now melted even further. It clung to his toned, muscular figure. You could clearly see the outline of his abs through the black shirt.

"Face is up here cutie." Shawn smirked.

You were now aware that your face was probably redder than the Starbucks winter specials cups.

He went back through the door and came swiftly out with another bag of ice.

"The things I do for you, ey?"

He finished making your coffee and then scanned the muffin trays. He picked one up and wrapped it in napkin. He paused before handing your drink and muffin over the counter, your hands lingered together a bit to long to be by accident.

He gave you a perfect smile and waved goodbye as you turned on you heel and walked out. You looked down at your muffin and smiled. There, on the edge of the napkin was a little handwritten note:

I chose you the best muffin so you better call me - 0895278539
The Muffin Man Shawn x ;-)