aries: the little leader of their friend group. does the hard thing. probably finds a lot of their friends annoying and/or ignorant. is either having the worst or best time of their life, there is no middle ground. shows people new things and then regrets not keeping it to themselves. needs a nap.
taurus: wants to fight literally everyone. sometimes says offensive things and has no clue why it was offensive. is probably going through their “random phase” and still uses XD. sends memes in the group chat. is refreshing in the sense that there are still people with kind hearts out there.
gemini: always has an excuse for everything, may it be shitty or not. is “afraid of confrontation”. about 90% of the conversations with them involve something they’re passionate about. picks up phrases that their friends say and say them all the time.
cancer: low-key thinks that they are better than most people. plays like thirty million sports. would be the most prepared for a zombie apocalypse. would try to protect their reputation at almost all costs. manipulative to a point but tries their best.
leo: more artistically talented than athletically. changes depending on who they are with, may it be texting style or their sense of humor. is smart in one way but completely clueless in another. would do anything for one or two people, even if those people wouldn’t do the same for them.
virgo: probably has a million unfinished projects. double and then triple and then quadruple texts you. needs space. laughs at literally everything and gets louder as they get more enthusiastic. can’t let go of someone, even if they’re long gone.
libra: really preppy. a full-blown thespian. cringes over the phases and friends that they used to have. has good intentions but sometimes they can fall flat. probably had a cat phase.
scorpio: wears a lot of black. is a smartass. isn’t afraid to call people out on their bullshit. has the weird “i’m mad at you because you’re mad at me” mentality. probably knows all of your secrets. is the friend that you force to interact with people when you’re too scared to.
sagittarius: that really attractive and really athletic person that you want to hate but they’re a sweetheart so you can’t. probably prefers having one or two close friends as opposed to a lot of acquaintances. is quiet around people they don’t know very well.
capricorn: are too afraid to say anything when people talk shit about someone/something that they like. has the weirdest sense of humor ever. a little bit of a perfectionist. has quirks that they thought were normal until someone else pointed them out.
aquarius: are exceptional at having people only see the side of them that they want to be shown. can make almost anybody laugh and are probably one of the kindest people you can ever see. are not above bending or breaking the rules so things can work out in their favor.
pisces: is tired of being categorized as the crybaby/overemotional sign even though it’s really accurate. probably has no clue what is happening. is better at communicating with animals than people. has lots of useless trivia in their head.
Flat cat update, I brought her home, much to my husband’s as yet unknowing chagrin. She’s pretty much clean I just need to scrub off the algae and sort out the detritus and then I’ll bag her up after sorting parts and some day I will articulate her in a sitting position, one paw raised and mouth slightly open as if she was interrupted mid-grooming session
You had literally no idea why on planet earth how in the world you had become friends with Shawn. Well, possibly just a little more than friends. But also, just friends. You had both had this discussion an abundance of times, he was busy and famous, and you were busy and not all that famous.
The reason you met was weird too. Like, it was at a frozen yogurt place. A literal frozen yogurt place and he thought you were hot, so he started to hit on you, rather poorly might you add, and you never let him live that one down. He really didn’t do a whole lot of hitting on girls. He was told to always be polite towards fans, but not flirty. Friendly, not cheeky. He was always told that no matter what, he cannot seem too cozy with a fan, or treat one anymore special than the next. All of his fans were equal, but he’d be lying through his teeth if he were to have said that he was never attracted to a fan. But rules were rules and they were made to be followed… But he broke them sometimes.
Even though he doesn’t consider you one of the occasions he has broken that rules. There have been many of those, girls he has whispered things to during meet and greets, times he has met a fan at a store and he asked her to coffee, when he would answer a question at one of those question and answers with something a bit more than friendly.
But you… well you were different.
He saw you at a frozen yogurt place back in his home town and you didn’t seem to know who he was, but how could you live in Canada and not know who Shawn Mendes was? Everyone know who Shawn Mendes was, and a lot of people knew Shawn Mendes. Like personally. You just didn’t know any of his songs other than the ones that littered all of the radio stations, and you even found a couple of them kind of annoying, and you didn’t wanna bother him, he was kind of a celebrity or whatever. But it doesn’t matter, he went out of his way to talk to you, and hit on you, and he said;
“Why would you get frozen yogurt, it’ll only melt cause you’re so hot.” Which, of course, he would never ever hear the end of. But ever since then, Shawn had a special place in your heart and you had one in his. The incidents with that one rule being broken were no more, because he had you. He knew he had you back at home, who he knew he loved, and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his days with you by his side. Because he couldn’t think of life with anyone else after he met you. He found himself not caring that paparazzi were always taking photos of the two of you, and since a good bit of those were of the two of you hand in hand, it sure did look like you were dating.
Which you weren’t, but you also were. Whenever he was home, he spent a majority of his time with you, and when you had time off, you tried to go with him wherever it was he was going, and he never found himself attracted to any of the fans he came into contact with. He only wanted you.
But you weren’t one hundred percent sure. You didn’t know if Shawn was the only one for you, or even someone you could see yourself with. Yes, you loved him with every single bit of your heart, but the constant touring, and not to mention Shawn was kind of clingy and could often get needy, and you couldn’t go on tour with him was a struggle.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Shawn threw his arms up in the air, only in his boxer shorts as he paced around your bedroom. He was home for the weekend, and you were kind of fooling around, when he said he loved you. He asked if you loved him back and you simply said you weren’t sure.
“Shawn, calm down it’s not like we are official or anything.” You crossed your arms over the blanket that was covering your completely naked chest.
“Oh, we aren’t a thing, at all?” He narrowed his eyes at you, which kind of scared you. You had seen him angry before, but you couldn’t really tell if he was angry. He looked a lot more hurt than anything. You hadn’t ever seen him this upset.
“No, I didn’t mean it tha-” He cut you off, shaking his head.
“Oh, but I think you did.” He continued to shake his head, folding his arms over his abdomen. He quickly went over to where his clothes had been discarded on the other side of your bed. He pulled his black jeans up from the floor and started to pull them onto his long legs, the legs yours were tangled up with only moments ago.
“Shawn, what are you doing?” You grumbled, putting your head in your hands. He had always gotten sensitive around the subject of your status, since he was obviously more invested than you were from an outsider looking in. But really, you loved him just as much.
“I’m going home.” He started as he buttoned his jeans. “I apparently,” He paused to grab his grey v-neck t-shirt and slip it over his head, “Don’t have any commitment here.”
You were completely speechless, you didn’t even quite get it that he had left your room until you heard the door shut rather loudly, seeing he didn’t care if your parents heard that you had him over late at night. They didn’t come and bother you though, because you sat there, half naked, sitting up in your bed, already missing him. You couldn’t lie down, the bed would smell like him. He wouldn’t answer if you called him, so you just sat there and you missed him. He had just left, and your skin tingled and ached to touch him again. It felt like only minutes had passed when you saw the sun start to peak through your windowpanes, and you hoped and prayed that everything would be fine now. You lied down, your spine aching and cracking as you flattened your back onto the cold mattress. It still smelled just like him.
After a couple of hours of a daze that wouldn’t really be considered a sleep, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. You instantly scrambled over, ignoring the fact that your top half was completely exposed. You grabbed your phone, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Shawn’s name appear across the screen.
From: that mindez kid
i’m doing a mini radio show concert thing with a meet and greet beforehand starting in like an hour @ Locally Canada. You can come if you want to, don’t know if that’s too much of a commitment for you.
You groaned, and pulled yourself out of bed, your whole body shivered as it was completely exposed aside from the panties Shawn had never gotten the chance to take off. You realize you had just about no time, so you quickly threw on a black skirt and tucked in a white button up and some tights with those black flats with cat faces on the toes you had gotten yourself as a christmas present, throwing your hair up in a top knot and not even bothering with makeup. You scurried down the stairs of your house, your family not yet awake as you made your way outside and to your car. As you pushed a key in the ignition, you whipped your phone out and decided to text him and tell him you were coming.
To: that mindez kid
i’ll be there in twenty. put my name on the list.
He read the message and didn’t respond. It bothered you, but you knew he was still pissed. Honestly, he had reason to be. The girl he was in love with had deadass just told him she may not even want to be with him in the long run, that would piss off everyone just a bit.
But Shawn decided to take it just a little bit too far.
You drove up to the radio station, striding over to the front, ready to say you were sorry and you would do anything to be with him, because really, you would. The idea scared you, but you knew for a fact that you loved him with all of your heart. You told the security guard your name and he let you inside, and you saw Shawn in the lobby, looking as handsome as ever, but he was talking with some other girl, obviously one of the radio station workers. She was considerably pretty as well, a lot shorter than him, which you knew was something he absolutely loved, since you yourself were a good bit shorter, but not as short as her. Her hair was blonde, and she was skinny and pretty and seemed to literally be throwing herself at him. Or, that’s what it looked like, you couldn’t really tell.
“Shawn?” You folded your arms over your chest, still a distance away from them. Shawn looked over at you, as if he expected your reaction. Which he did.
“Oh hey.” He smiled at you, instantly going back to his conversation with the radio station girl that you now hated more than anyone in the world, other than Shawn of course.
“Oh hey?” You grumbled under your breath, deciding that the only way to get back at Shawn was to play his little game. So you looked around the lobby for a moment, and by a complete act of god, your eyes were met with a fairly attractive desk worker, who seemed to just be taking phone calls and notes. But his arms looked pretty amazing in that blue button up, so you strode over to his desk, feeling Shawn’s eyes follow you from behind you, and sat on the edge. The boy from behind the desk looked up, and he was much more attractive than you initially thought, some might even say he was better looking than Shawn.
“Hey?” He chuckled, flashing a smile that was worth a million dollars. You were incredibly uninterested in this man, seeing as he looked about as boring and dull as cardboard and looked like a failed male model, regardless of the fact he was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen.
“How are you?” You smirked, kicking your legs a little, going back to your days in middle school drama club when they tried to teach acting techniques.
“I’m… Just fine?” He was saying everything as if he were taken totally off guard, it seemed like he was trying to be charming, but it didn’t work.
“What’s your name?” You started to fiddle with the sleeve of his shirt, knowing you were pushing this way too far.
“Ali?” The way he spoke literally gave you a headache, and your whole body was relieved when you felt two big hands wind their way around your waist.
“Will you excuse us?” You heard a familiar voice, and you knew exactly what you had done worked as Shawn basically yanked you off of the desk, and pulling you into one of the empty conference rooms. You saw he was literally fuming, his face bright red and the vein on his neck looked as if it were about to burst. “So what the actual fuck was that?” He snapped.
“I don’t know what you’re talking ab-” He cut you off.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t keep playing me like this, i’m fucking in love with you, and you can’t say you don’t want to be with me and then just go off an-” This time it was your turn to cut him off. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled yourself onto your toes, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, and hummed against your lips until you pulled away and pressed your feet back down against the ground, though he let out a small whimper.
“I wanna be with you, okay? I’m done with all this on again off again shit. We are together, okay?” You stated, playing with the ends of his hair just a little bit.
“Sounds good to me.”
author’s note//SUCH a shitty imagine i hate mySElf