Shawn Mendes Imagines

8. Bad Baker (S.M)

"You've got to be kidding me, Shawn!"

"It was an accident," he argues as he looks down at the mess of broken eggs.

"I suppose you just threw all the boxes of dozen eggs onto the ground, on accident," you say sarcastically.

"I tripped! I'm very clumsy and you know that!"

You glare at him, annoyed with his uncoordinated movements and tell him, "go away, Shawn. I can finish the cake by myself."

"What? No, Y/N! Don't kick me out! I'll help you with whatever you need!"

"Get out."

He gives you a pleading look and while you admit he's adorable which makes you want to let him in, you refrain yourself from it.

You give him the cold shoulder.

"Yyyyyy/Nnnnnn!"

You ignore him and you feel something thrown onto you. You turn around and find him with a smirk on his face as he points at your hair.

You run your hand through your hair and flour— it seems to be, falls from your hair, between your fingers. Your clothes are covered in flour also and you try to shake it all off.

"Shawn!"

"Oops," he says with a shrug.

You grab a pitcher of water and throw it all over him, a wild grin on your face as you do.

He spits some water out and grabs the bottle of cooking oil, landing it all over you.

"You did say that you wanted some hair oil, didn't you?"

You take the cake mix from the box on the counter and you project it at him, laughing at him. He grabs sticks of already cut butter on the counter and shoots the squares at you.

You grab the bowl of soft buttercream icing and place it on Shawn's head, the icing oozing down his head. You grab the other bowl of sprinkles and throw it at him, the sprinkles landing on the frosting that's already on him.

"Now, you're the cake!"

"At least I'm a nice cake!"

He sticks his tongue out at you and you roll your eyes.

"Rude."

"Nice," he says, as if correcting you.

"Rude."

"Be quiet."

"Rude."

"Be quiet," he tells you.

"Rude."

"No, I'm not. Be quiet."

"Ru—"

You're interrupted by him bringing his lips to yours.

"Hm," he says as he pulls away. "Now you're quiet."

"You're such a bad baker, Shawn."

  "Just so you know," he tells you, winking, "I did drop the eggs on purpose."

  "I knew it!" You exclaim.