Shawn Mendes imagines

You're too cute

Warning: There is so much fluff in this you could possibly die

"You can carry the cake Shawn." I grab the container holding the precious chocolate cake and pass it into his hands. He tries to take it but I hold on tighter, meeting his eyes. "Don't you dare drop this. Its my Mum's birthday cake, okay?" I raise an eyebrow.
He rolls his eyes. "Y/n, sweetie. You know that before was an accident. I didn't purposely mean to drop you're birthday cake." Shawn grins at me sheepishly.

"I know but I just want you to take extra precaution this time." I say sternly, releasing my hold. He pulls it closer to his chest, protecting it with his arms.
"I will protect it with my life." He winks, moving forward to press a kiss to my forehead gently.

"Yeah yeah, get inside." I laugh, slamming the boot of the car. I trail behind Shawn as we make our way to the front door of my parent's house for my Mother's 50th birthday party.
"Be on your best behavior baby," I tease, leaning up on my tiptoes to ruffle his hair- the hair that he spent a good hour perfecting.

"Y/n!" Shawn gasps, twisting to see me as I press the doorbell.

"I spent an hour on this hairstyle. You knew how I felt about it so why would you do something like this?" he huffs, lifting one hand to fix the strands.

"Honestly Shawn, you look just as handsome no matter what your hair looks like." I grin, Shawn unamused with my response.

"Honestly Y/n, I think I should just leave you to fend for yourself whil- Hi Mrs Y/L/N," Shawn is cut off by the door opening and he quickly composes himself to look excited to see my family.
"Hi Mum, happy birthday!" I peer over Shawn's shoulder to meet my mother's warm hazel eyes who peer at the both of us curiously. "Don't worry about Shawn, Mum. He's just having a hair crisis at the moment."

"Hey," Shawn protests, elbowing me in the side of my stomach and I scowl at him while he smirks back proudly.

"You've haven't changed at all, either of you." Mum laughs, holding the door open for us to come inside. I give her a hug once the door is shut, taking the cake out of Shawn's hands while he greets her himself.

I leave the two alone, walking towards the kitchen and placing the dessert on the counter. Their voices float down the hallway and I can't help but listen in.
"You've gotten taller, Shawn?" My Mum asks, and I hear Shawn laugh in response.

"Maybe, since I'm a growing boy I'll need a good feed today Mrs Y/L/N." Shawn comments. I roll my eyes at the joke while my Mum laps it up, her chuckles filling the silence.

"Don't worry we'll put some meat on you're bones." She pauses, her voice lowering. "Now tell me, how's my daughter going since she moved in with you."
"She's amazing, we make dinner every night together- or at least when I'm home in time which most nights I am. We have our own little schedules worked out and life with her.. it just works, you know?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Ever since she got that job in the city she's been so happy and I love it, I love living with her." My mum aw's at Shawn.

"So should I be expecting any wedding bells any time soon?" I faintly catch her giggles.
"Maybe. I can't say I haven't been thinking about it." Shawn replies, my cheeks heating up.

"Okay, Shawn, come say hi to Dad." I break off their little chat, appearing in the hallway.

"Happy Birthday again, Mrs Y/L/N." Shawn calls over his shoulder as I drag him out to the back deck where the rest of my family is.
A chorus of greetings meet us as Shawn and I step through the door. I smile warmly at all my Mum's friends, Shawn's arm slipping around my waist.

"Y/n!" A voice calls and I turn to see my Dad walking towards me with a giant grin on his face.
"Dad!" I beam, letting go of Shawn to hug my Father.

"How you doing kiddo?" He asks, kissing the top of my head.

"I'm good, great actually." I laugh, turning back to Shawn to see him already looking at me with a fond expression on his face.
"Dad you remember Shawn right? You're son in law?" I ask innocently, watching my Dad splutter and Shawn blush beet red.

"She's joking, sir, we're not engaged yet." Shawn excuses himself, and he looks like he wants to be anywhere else right now. You could say Shawn was scared of my Dad.

"Yet?" My Dad's voice raises, eyebrows raising along with it.
"Change that to never." Shawn rushes to say, and you could almost see a bead of sweat on his forehead.

"What? Shawn! I thought you said we were going to get married before the baby came." I tease, watching Shawn pale, my Dad letting out a loud bellow of laughter.

"I'm just kidding Shawn," Dad chuckles, slapping his shoulder. "Y/n's joking as well, the little terror."

I grin at them both. "Like father like daughter, as they say."

"Nice seeing you Shawn, and my little terror, but the barbecue is calling me," Shawn nods faintly, Dad walking off. I smile, leaning my head against Shawn's shoulder.

"You're too cute." I giggle, kissing his shoulder blade. It was a nice day, the sun shining and a light breeze that ruffled my hair, my sundress flaring.

"That was mean." Shawn pouts, his eyes filled with humor.

"You loved it." I scoff. He turns to face me, his hands resting above my hips.

"Maybe." He kisses me briefly before starting to pull away.
"Where are you going?" Its my turn to pout as I tug him back to me.

"We're in front of your family, isn't it weird?" He blushes faintly and I laugh.

"You're so lame." I grin, holding his chin as I step on the tips of my toes to press my mouth to his.

"You're lamer." Shawn whispers against my lips and I bite my lip to stop my laughter.

"The fact that you just said that sentence is proof enough that you are the one whose more lame." I snicker, kissing him again.

"When you kiss me I always forget my comeback." Shawn frowns, leaning his forehead against mine.

I kiss him again. "I'm just that good."