Banana Bread - Shawn Mendes x Reader - Fluff

Warnings: Slight sexual themes but no smut.

A/N: I tried writing a story but it just wouldn't work. I'm out of practice. That's why it's all bullet points. :) This ended up being really short and crappy. I might write a kind-of continuation with you guys in the tubbbbbbb ;)

- Shawn is a goofy boi and hugs you from behind while you're making banana bread.

- Having mixed up the dry ingredients, you realise you left the bananas in the car last night. (Good thing this is Canada - they're probably frozen solid by now.)

- You ask him to bring them from the car, to which he replies, winking, "I've got another banana I could offer you. Also rock solid."

- Laughing, you smack him over the head with your wooden spoon. The flour from the spoon stays in his hair but you decide to stay quiet.

- He brings the bananas and you begin to peel them together. Bad idea - he sees his flour-powdered hair in the pots' reflections.

- "Babe, did you get flour in my hair?"

- "Well, it's not just flour. There's some sugar and baking powder in there, too," you laugh.

- "You know what that means, sugar," he smiles and inconspicuously moves his hand towards the bowl. Looking into your eyes, you can't help but melt.

- "What does that mean, Shawn?" you dreamily ask.

- "This!" he grabs a pinch of flour, sprinkling it in your hair.

- You smack him with a banana peel that you had been holding this entire time.

- "You and I are gonna need to take a bath together, babe," you suggest.

- You finish the recipe and finally let it set in the fridge as Shawn waits impatiently for you.

Banana cake image on cover: Taylor Kiser