Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

Who's the muffin expert?

You arrived home carrying a bunch of muffin ingredients, until Shawn runs up to you and leaves kisses all over your face.

"Baby, you took a while! My stomach can't wait any longer!" He whines as you hear his stomach rumble. He rubs it gently, telling you that he's really hungry.

"Well then, why don't you help me instead of just complaining!" You sassed back and he scoffs. 

You placed the ingredients on the table and got out the instructions on how to make the perfect chocolate muffin. 

"Um, Y/N? This recipe is only good for one giant muffin...and it's mine!" He says protectively as he hugs the flour which is soon to become a chocolate muffin.

"No way that muffin's gonna end up in your mouth. It belongs to me!" You argued back.

"No....you make the muffins while I eat them! That's how it goes!" He laughs a little as you glared at him once again.

"Yeah? Well why don't we just put the entire bag of flour then!" You made a dumb decision and dumped the whole flour into the bowl, with the excess flying into your face. 

You coughed as Shawn gave you a sarcastic nice going look:

Your face was all full of flour, and you threw some at him, he coughs.

"Oh, now you're on!" He grabs some flour from the bowl and starts to throw it at you. This little fight lasted until half the flour was gone.

After cleaning up, you flipped through the pages of the recipe book and there was still enough to make a giant muffin. 

"Alright, let's get serious." You motioned Shawn to help you make the muffin, but he was rushing through some stuff because he just wanted it to be inside his stomach.

You see him taste the melted chocolate.

"Ew, Shawn! Your spit is on it now!" You exclaimed in disgust, washing off the spoon and grabbing a new one.

"So?"

"Nobody would wanna have your spit in their mouth!" 

"You're so overdramatic." He teases and continued to mix the chocolate.

After putting the muffins in the oven, you and Shawn went to the room and cuddled the entire time. His eyes were drooping, meaning that he was about to sleep and you could have the muffin all to yourself.

He yawns and grins as his eyes began to close, but the oven buzzer sounds and he shots up as quickly as possible to run to the kitchen.

He looks inside the oven and makes this face as he admired the muffin:

"Y/N! Quickly, this muffin can't wait to get in my mouth!" He rushed you as you purposely walked like an elderly woman who has walking disabilities. Shawn made a frustrated face and opened the oven.

"I'll just get it myself!" He exclaims and grabs the oven tray. He lets go of it immediately.

"HOT! HOT! HOT!" He says as he runs his hand under cold water. He examines the burn and fake-cries.

"Y/N, I've got a boo-boo!" He whines like a child.

"Aw, Shawn! The muffin hates you!"You replied sarcastically and got out gloves to take the tray out. 

He gets another pair of gloves and makes an evil grin. You looked at the tray with the muffin on it and started to grab it.

"Oh no you don't!" He says and grabs the opposite end of the tray. You two began to fight for the muffin. He pulls on one end of the tray, while you pull the other side. 

You were winning the battle, until he tilts the tray and the muffin flies out of the window.

Shawn immediately panics and looks out the window.

"No!! My sweet, precious little muffin!" He fake-cries again as you laugh. You two run outside to find a random squirrel nibbling on the muffin. 

"Hey, buddy? That's my muffin!" Shawn says firmly.

The squirrel didn't seem amused. It pounced and landed on Shawn's face.

"Aaahh!! Y/N, get it off me! Get it off me!" He stumbled as you laughed loudly. The squirrel jumps and runs off with the muffin. Shawn looks at you with a sad face and hugs you tightly.

"Why did he have to take my muffin?" He mumbles into your shoulder as you rubbed his back.

"I don't know. We can always make more tomorrow!" You said and he pulled away. He nodded and you two walked back to the house.

"So now what am I gonna have?" He whines.

"Here, this is all that's left. I need to go shopping tomorrow!" You say and handed him a tomato.

He looks at it weirdly and throws it out the window. "NO!" He shouts.

"Shawn! That was our only food left!" You replied.

"Well, guess we'll have to go with Plan B." He winks and you sighed.

You grabbed the phone and ordered pizza for you two.