Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

Blonde | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You're Shawn's go to person, his confidant, his best friend who he is absolutely in love with but won't commit to because of his hectic life. When things get too stressful and he feels like he's completely lost control to his management and label, he comes to you with a bad idea and a tired heart. It's finally time for things become more between the two of you. [established friendship/relationship] [non-au]

Word Count: 3.1k

|Masterlist In Bio|

Shawn shows up at your apartment at midnight two days before his birthday with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a box of platinum blonde hair color. He was the last person you expected to see when you looked through your peephole, but somehow you weren't too surprised. Shawn always comes to you when he needs someone, when he is sick of being famous and being told what to do and who to be. He comes to you for comfort, for love and affection. The two of you are good friends, very familiar with each other, you've hooked up a few times, it's a special relationship. It's like a no strings attached relationship because Shawn is afraid he can't commit while he's on tour and living his life as a rockstar. It's fine, you don't mind waiting for him because he is absolutely worth it.

The moment you open the door he barrels in, bag in hand, and sets it on your kitchen island. "Fuck me up," he says, eyes tired. He's got dark circles, like he hasn't slept. He must have just gotten home from tour.

"Excuse me?" You laughs, folding your arms over your chest. "Are you alright?"

"No. I'm tired of being told what I should do, what I should want. I'm sick of everything being planned. I just want to do something crazy, and I want to do it with you."

You pull open the plastic bag and see the bottle of whiskey and the hair color. "Oh no, oh my God no."

"Yes." Shawn runs his hands through his hair. "I want to piss Andrew off. If I go blonde he will be livid. I don't know what else to do that isn't too drastic, I need his attention and now. Things have to change."

"Damn. You've really had it." You turn the box of color over in your hands. It's permanent. "If I do this, I'm going to get chewed out by Andrew too. You know he doesn't like me very much anyway, after I refused to sign his NDA and stole you away from your birthday party last year."

"He won't know. I'll say I did it."

You raise your eyebrows. "Uh huh. Somehow I don't think he will believe you. But I'm not going to tell you no if it's what you want to do."

Shawn goes to a cabinet and opens it to grab two tumblers. "It's either blonde or I buzz my hair off."

"Blonde it is." You step up behind him while he fills the glasses with ice. You run your hand up the back of his hair and he drops his head to the front of the fridge. He is always putty in your hands. "What about just the tips?"

"No."

"Highlights?"

Shawn turns his head to look at you and you smile pleadingly. "I wanna go full blonde. If I have to I'll dye it back later but I want to give him an ulcer he's so stressed out, give him a taste of his on medicine."

You back away, fingers sliding from his hair as you go. "What's the whiskey for? Courage?"

"Fun." He smirks, clinking together the ice filled glasses on the counter before opening the amber bottle. "I haven't had a drink in three months. On tour I can't drink, not more than two beers maybe. It makes me feel like shit and my voice sound like hell." He pours the whiskey slowly. "So I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone. Piss off Andrew, and loosen up a bit."