Shawn Mendes Imagines

cupcakes

"Shawn, can you come here"
"Coming!"

"Yeah?" Shawn asked.

"I'm baking cupcakes, do you want some?"
"Cupcakes? Why not muffins?" he pouted.

"Because cupcakes are better."
His eyes widened.

"Clearly you don't have taste." he crossed his arms.

I rolled my eyes.
"Mm sure."

I turned around, beginning to make them.

"Y/n?"
I ignored him.

"I was joking." he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I squirmed out of his grip.

"You're not mad, are you?" he asked.
I didn't say anything.

"I'll help you make the cupcakes."
I smiled to myself, still not turning to face him.

"Then we can cuddle."

"Fine." I sighed, turning to face him.
"I love youuu." he said, wrapping me into his arms.
"I love you tooo."