Interracial Magcon Imagines (BWWM)

Shawn Mendes Imagine- Do you know the muffin man he lives on Pschyo Lane

"Wooooooohoooo that was a blast!!!!" I cheered hopping into the passenger seat.
"Yah it was!" Shawn beamed sitting and closing the drivers door.
"It was nice having all the guys back. Especially here on my own home turf." He continued.
"It's nice having YOU here on your home turf." I pointed out.
"I know right I missed this and I missed you!" He replied.

Shawn just got back home from the end of Taylor Swifts 1989 tour and is now finally well rested enough to get over his jet lag and have a squad adventure with all the guys.

"I missed you too boo. I'm glad you're back home!" I smiled.
"Me too." He laughed.
"That was a longgggg ass tour doe. I whined.
"Yah it was but it was such a great experience. Taylor is such an amazing artist and performer and being on tour with her and having her as a mentor was amazing. I saw so many places, met so many people....." He gushed as I low key started to zone out staring at him smiling and nodding like I was listening. Shawn's sooooo cute the way his eyes widen and how his smile stretches across his whole face.

"Y/N...... Y/N....... Y/NNNNNNNN." He said snapping me out of it.
"Uh yah?" I replied returning back to Earth.
"Were you listening?" He pouted.
"Yah of course!" I defended. I was half listening but still listening.
"Ya know what Shawn?" I asked
"What?"

"I'm really really proud of you. Like REALLY proud! Even though it sucks not having you home. It's spectacular seeing you out there doing things, living your dream! It feels like it was just yesterday that I was holding the camera filming vines for you. You've worked so hard to get to this point. Seeing you here telling stories of your tour, the way your eyes twinkle and, you smile, shows the passion you have for what you do, and that you truly do it for the music. And you honestly truly deserve all that you have received." I ranted.

"Y/N, that means so much!" He fake cried using my shirt as a handkerchief blowing his nose into it.

"Shut up! This why I don't tell you shit!" I pouted shoving him off me. Crossing my arms.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I was just kidding!" He begged trying to get me to uncross my arms and stop being mad.
"It actually genuinely does mean A LOT coming from you. You're my best friend so it's nice to get the old you're doing okay pat on the back every once in a while. So thank you!" He thanked.
"You're welcome!" I said pulling him to a big long hug and he pecked my cheek.
"Ok, enough sappy sappy! We've been sitting in this parking lot for like 15 minutes. Drive man drive!" I yelled.
"Ok! Chill!" He winced starting the car driving out of the parking lot.
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"Where are we going?!?!! You just drove past your house and my house!" I asked confused.
"Shawn... Shawn where are we going? I wanna go homeeee ....... SHAWN!" I screamed growing frustrated that he was ignoring me. He gripped onto the steering wheel then came to a red light. And slowly cranked his head towards me, then tilted it like those creepy dolls in those horror movies.
"YOU ARE NEVER GOING HOME!!!!" He whispered in a creepy ass voice. I twisted up my face in fear.
"I'm kidding!" He joked,
"Ok good." I said sighing in relief.
"But you aren't going home." He lowered his voice.
"At least not any time soon." He continued.
I gave him my not impressed face. 😒
"Seriously where are we going?" I asked again
"Two words. Bernie's. Bakery." He finally answered.
I playfully rolled my eyes.
"Offfff courseeee." I said.

Bernies Bakery is a small bakery/café in our town. Its ran by an elderly Italian couple. Bernie and Cheryl. Bernie is the baker and makes everything and Cheryl organizes everything and runs the register. The baked goods are literally to die for! Don't even get Shawn started on the muffins.

"What? You said it yourself it was a longggg ass tour. I've been deprived of Bernie's Magical Muffins. And if I don't get some ASAP I might just lose it!"He explained hitting the gas pedal.
"WOAHHHHHH SLOW DOWN!!!" I screech clutching my seatbelt
"THIS IS A MUFFIN EMERGENCY HOLD TIGHT!!!" He screamed completely ignoring the speed limit. People honked and hollered as Shawn zipped down the roads, passing red lights stops signs and not using any indicators.
"FOR THE MUFFINS!" He kept cheering shaking his fist out the window.
We soon arrived at the bakery surprisingly in one piece.
Shawn hopped out the car and headed towards the baker, as he started singing .
"We are now, getting some delicious muffins. From Bernies. I can not live with out them. They are perfect! And if I were to live without themmmm I'd be needing stitches!" He perfectly sang to the beat of Stitches.
"You are a FREAK ya know that?!?" I asked following behind him. He nodded then continued humming.