Shawn Mendes Imagines

Birthday Dinner

"avey why are you posting an imagine called birthday dinner omfg i don't understand pls explain"

glad u asked CUZ ITS MINE & BECKY'S BDAY FOLKS !!!!!

too lazy to write a rant atm (maybe l8er) but thank u ladies sfm for the bday wishes ur all so sweet i cri

such a smol bean omg im turning 14 stay young

hope u enjoy this!

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"Entrar," Shawn says in a fake Latino accent, opening the front door wide enough for you to follow him in.

You giggle. "You're so cute."

He starts to run a finger through his hair, but stops himself as soon as he realizes he had gelled it up, and did not want to risk ruining it.

He blushes. "Thanks, cuddlebug."

He closes the door behind you, drinking you in from head to toe. He previously requested that you wear something classy, so you slipped on a tight maroon colored, low cut dress that you usually reserved for weddings, and hoped that you didn't overdress.

"You look.. so stunning," he smiles, cheeks still red as he leads you down the hallway. "I've seen you wear that dress before, at my cousin's wedding. I don't usually notice the simple things like that, but God, you never fail to make me scream inside when you wear that."

He was wearing a white button-down and slacks, looking like he was about to wait on someone's table or give an important speech at a conference. He smiles again at you, embarrassed.

"Thank you," you grab his hand, which he pulls to his lips and plants a kiss there, on your knuckle.

"Did you make reservations somewhere?" you ask, following his lead down the hallway.

"Nope," he smiles proudly. "I made dinner tonight."

You try to hide your surprise, but it was impossible. Shawn could never make anything besides ramen noodles-- and he even undercooked those once. There's no way he cooked for you.

"Seriously?"

"No offense taken," he blushes again. "It's almost ready, so you can go ahead and sit down and I'll fix a plate for you."

"What the hell," you laugh. "You really did cook something! What is it?"

"You'll see. Go sit down, birthday girl."

You hesitantly walk over towards the kitchen table, but he tisks twice behind you, and you laughed. "What?"

"We're not eating at the kitchen table. That is for normal occasions. This is your birthday. I cleaned up the dining room for you."

"What?"

"We're eating at the dining room table," he waves his hand in that direction, "so go."

After finding a seat on the very end, Shawn enters the room a few minutes later holding a plate of food and a glass cup of iced tea.

"For you," he kisses the top of your head as he sets them each down in front of you. On the plate, there was a small grilled chicken with steamed vegetables on the side, and he entered later with a bowl of mashed potatoes, and another for green beans.

"Shawn," you laugh, "if you need help carrying--"

"I'm not going to make you help me with anything, not on your birthday, my angel. Stay put, I got it."

You couldn't argue with that, but you felt like a princess as he continued to set food down, before finally arriving with his own plate.

"Can I say grace?" he asks, outstretching his hand.

You furrow your eyebrows. "Um--"

"Dear God," he begins, already closing his eyes and taking your hand in his. "Thanks for being the bomb diggity and sending to me my smokin' hot girlfriend. Couldn't ask for a better one. Sorry that sometimes we f*ck, but I can't help it, you made her too hot. Amen."

You press your lips together, giving him a shy smile. "You're so immature."

"But whatever I am, I'm yours," he sings happily, taking a bite of broccoli. "Forever and ever. Happy birthday, baby."

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hope u liked this!!

idk bout mendessmuffin but so far y'all have given me such a gr8 bday & I loveeee youuuu

all the luV

sCERT

-avey