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missjomarch · 10 months

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In My Blood

Pairing: Luca Fantilli x reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: anxiety, panic attack A/N: unedited (per usual), but I got tired of rereading it lol. Here's some slight angst for your Tuesday. Slightly inspired by ‘In My Blood’ by Shawn Mendes. Happy 4th to those who celebrate!

You had gotten yourself into this situation, really. With a history of anxiety, and a tendency to push yourself past your limits, you should’ve been a little more prepared for this time of year. It was late November, and with the holidays and finals week quickly approaching, you were wound tighter than a drum. This had been one of the most academically challenging semesters of college yet, and you needed a decent grade on your finals to maintain your scholarship eligibility. Not only that, but to maintain the approval of your overbearing parents. You had returned from thanksgiving break with a renewed fear of failure after your parents spent the holiday reminding you that if you fell below a 3.0 they wouldn’t continue to help you pay for college.

Managing the challenges of school was difficult enough, but this year you started your internship with Michigan Athletics as well. You joined the hockey media team in August, and it’s been the best part of your college career so far. Going to practices, media days, and games were always the highlight of your week. You had already been close friends with most of the team as you’d started dating Luca last year, and being a media girl just gave you an excuse to tag along to even more team events. You loved this team and position with your whole heart. However, it doesn’t come without its own stressors.

You were already anxious, but it only multiplied when Kristy, the head of staff for media, pulled you into her office today towards the end of practice. She had never been unkind to you, but she was incredibly cut-throat and always strictly business. So when she implied that you weren’t adequately performing your media duties, it shouldn’t have felt so personal. However, it left you feeling incredibly deflated and underappreciated. As a perfectionist, you often lived to please other people. So the disappointed tone of Kristy’s voice sent you spiraling.

After the rather one - sided conversation on how you ‘could be better’, you were left feeling like a scolded child. You could already feel the weight gathering in your chest before she even finished speaking, and before you left, she assigned you yet another promotional project to finish by the end of the week. It was all you could do to mumble a ‘yes ma’am’ before bolting out of her office.

The tears were already falling by the time you reached the end of the hallway, hands trembling as you rounded corner after corner. You didn’t know where you were going, but you needed to find somewhere to calm down. Yost was like your second home, but with every turn you took your breath quickened even more. Your brain screaming at you as you practically sprinted through the arena, panic was setting in. The thoughts were so loud that you didn’t even register the person in front of you until you rounded the corner and slammed right into their chest.

The body let out an umph at the impact, hands instinctively finding your shoulders. As you looked up, hot tears burning your face, you were met with the familiar eyes of Adam Fantilli. He observed your frantic appearance, and his face immediately scrunched with concern.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Adam’s question was met with silence, but he could feel the panic radiating off you. You only cried harder as he stared down at you, your hand involuntarily moving to claw at your throat. Adam quickly pulled you down the hallway and into an empty trainer’s room, closing the door behind him.

“What happened?” Adam tried again, but you only shook your head. You were beginning to hyperventilate, and your whole body was now trembling. Suddenly feeling too feeble to stand, you sank down into the chair beside you.

Adam finally realized the severity of the situation and conceded, “Okay, okay. Stay here, I’m gonna go get Luca.”

You barely registered anything from his parting sentence, aside from your boyfriend’s name. All you could hear was the booming of your own pulse and the shaky, shallow breaths you barely managed to inhale. You knew you should try to control your breathing, but it felt like someone had placed a cement block atop your lungs. Your hand rubbed absent mindedly at the aching pain in your chest as you tried to shake the feeling of impending doom. The world felt like it was ending, but you were frozen. Condemned to watch it happen. Just as the dizziness began to set in someone appeared in front of you. It took you a moment to recognize that it was your boyfriend, Luca, who kneeled before you. He was speaking, but you couldn’t hear him over the ringing in your ears.

“Luca?” you breathed, peering down at him through your tears.

He had a tight grip on your trembling hands, “I’m here, love. What’s going on?”

You had been slightly distracted by his sudden appearance, but now you were back in your previous state of panic.

Sobs wracked your body as you heaved, “I can’t breathe, Lu.” Your tone was painfully pleading, and shattered Luca’s heart into a million pieces. He had never heard your pain so clearly, and he would’ve done anything in that moment to take it away. Luca had only been with you through a panic attack once before, but he remembered the calming mechanisms you had talked about with your therapist.

“I’m going to help you, okay?” Luca attempted, but you weren’t looking at him. He reached up to brush your hair away from your face, knowing he had to get your focus back on him before he could help you.

“Y/N,” Luca’s voice was sterner this time, and you slid your eyes to meet his. “I need you here with me right now, love.” You heard him this time, the pounding of your pulse subsiding with his soothing tone. You gave him a slight nod to signal that you understood.

Luca stood and lifted you from your chair before settling you both in the floor. His back rested against the wall, and he pulled you to sit between his legs, back pressed to his chest. With the new proximity, Luca could feel your trembling completely. You usually didn’t want to be touched while in your current state, but you allowed him to wrap his arms around your chest. His hold was grounding, and you could feel your heart rate slow as he encouraged you to breathe with him.

“Deep breath in, baby. There you go,” Luca encouraged. He counted you off, making sure you exhaled for the full eight count. When he felt that your breathing had mostly returned to normal, he moved on to your counting exercise. He knew he needed to keep you distracted to prevent the panic from returning.

“What’s 100 minus 7?” Luca prompted, encouraging you to continue the exercise. He didn’t correct your math, instead allowing you to repeat the technique over and over. The fog that was clouding your brain began to clear with every inhale, and you could already feel the exhaustion taking over your body. Luca noticed, too. He felt your body growing heavy in his hold, your previously ridged state ebbing away as you counted.

“You feel better now?” Luca asked, voice barely rising above a whisper. You only nodded, too fatigued to really carry on a conversation. He placed a kiss to your temple before readjusted you in his arms to fully look at each other. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You thought for a moment. You did want to, knowing you’d feel better after you shared the burden with Luca. However, you currently had neither the energy nor the words to explain what had made you so upset. You croaked out a simple ‘later’, knowing Luca would understand your intentions. He nodded and left it at that.

Luca shifted, “Let’s get you home. We can take a nap.” He pulled you up from your place on the floor, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. He hugged you back, placing soft kisses and mumbling comforts into your hair. He didn’t pull away until you did, and even then, he still left his arm around you as he led you back through the arena.

Adam was waiting outside, your backpack in hand. He gave you a soft smile as you approached, and you mumbled a thank you before hugging him as well. Neither of the boys had a car, but you were able to get a ride back to the house with Luke. You were thankful not only for the reprieve from the cold, but also to be able to cuddle up with Luca in the backseat.

It took less than 10 minutes to get back to Luca and Adam’s shared apartment, and you bid Luke a soft goodbye before Luca practically carried you up the stairs. You stood silently as he changed you into one of his sweatshirts before pulling you to the bed. Your head rested on his chest, his steady heart beat in your ears drastically different from the previous pounding of yours. His hand rubbed your back in slow, comforting circles as you let your body relax into his completely.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his chest. You couldn’t see him, but you knew if you looked up you’d be met with an incredulous stare. It sent a whisper of a smile across your face.

“Don’t thank me, baby. I’d do anything to make sure you didn’t have to feel that way ever again.” Your heart warmed at his sentiment, and you leaned up to place a small peck to his lips. You silently thanked the universe for sending you such a sweet boy as you let his warmth overtake you, slipping into the sweet darkness of sleep.

#luca fantilli x reader #umich hockey #luca fantilli #hockey

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hoodharlow · 11 months

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Is that Ight

AN: idk I just wanted to do an insta fic lol

Requested?

Warnings: rude and entitled fans

Word Count: n/a

@'jackharlowsource: Jack via Instagram Stories (May 27), I'm so sorry to everyone who planned to attend Zouk tonight 💔

@'fan: couldn't his gf let him borrow her jet? what's the point if him having a rich gf if she's not gonna provide for him 🙄🙄🙄

-> @'jhfan: she’s been partying in France with her sister and their model friends, I bet they broke up

@'fan: fuck Miriam and her big tiddies

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@'mdm: at Cannes with my favorite sister

@'katdominguez: bitch I'm your only sister

@'josephdominguez: wooooow, I see how it is 😒

-> @'mdm: don't start you didn't want to come with us

@'jackharlow: the 2nd pic 😫

@'winnieharlow: it was good seeing my favorite girls 🥰

@'jackfan: why didn't you let Jack borrow the PJ

@'jack_stan: because of you, we couldn't see Jack 🖕🏻

@'miriamstan: omfg these Jack stans need to get a grip. Miriam doesn't own a jet, her parents do. Also she doesn't need to provide anything for him. She didn't organize that performance, his team did. If his team planned accordingly he would have performed. Leave Miriam alone.

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@'jackharlow: That's how I wanna live my life

@'urbanwyatt: is that aight

@'mdm: Daisy and Maggie 🥺

->@'jackandurban: thank god jack broke up with you so he doesn't have to deal with your selfish ass. I hope he keeps your dog, you don't deserve either of them

@'claybornharlow: big bro 🤞🏻

@'dbook: icon

@'jack_stan: Alexa play treat you better by Shawn Mendes

@'jackfan: not him posting a breakup thrist trap 💅🏼

@'mdmxjh: pls tell me you and Miriam are okay 🥺

@'mackshipper: Jack's mom and Daisy are everything to me

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@'jackharlowsource: Jack via Instagram Stories

@'mackshipper: I need all of y'all to read the bottom part SEVERAL times over

@'rudefan: he's just trying to save face 🙄

@'understandingfan: some of you need to understand that this was out of his control. This happened for a reason, we don't know what could have happened. So please take a moment to breathe and stop bullying Miriam.

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#jack and miriam #jack harlow #jack harlow insta au #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow one shot

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mendesblurb · 7 months

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Our Souls Underwater

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: Mostly fluff, one or two mentions of smut, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Word count:~2.4k

A/N: The following fic is a “friends with hidden romantic feelings” situation and it is the result of the author spending countless amount of late night hours with this one guy, where they were just two people keeping each other company while completing their own assignments and exchanging stories about life before romantic feelings emerged along the way. Oops that was kinda TMI (my bad lol), anyway do let me know your thoughts and opinions, so sorry for this story being random 🙈

Coming back from any long hours of interview sessions or live performances always felt strange for Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. It was an exhilarating and exhausting experience that made transitioning from a stadium full of people, sleeping in hotel rooms or tour buses and performing for millions of fans to feeling the peace and quiet of his own home always take some time for him to adjust.

His therapist had suggested that he should find something to make him unwind after long hours spent existing under a microscope and flashes of cameras capturing each and every move he makes like a hawk watching its prey.

Everyone but him has formed some routine to unwind. For example, Connor would always want to eat pizza and binge-watch some new Netflix releases, Brian and Meghan were always quick to turn themselves into a pair of bunnies by doing something frisky under the sheets, and you on the other hand, would much rather be soaking long hours under a bathtub full of warm temperature water.

“Think of it as another form of self-care or relaxation technique.”

“You have to say that you’ve done it at least once or twice. Nothing to be ashamed about if you admit that you don’t hate it that much, Mendes,” Connor added.

“Guys, please, I simply don't like the idea of feeling like a boiling asparagus stick.”

“You will not feel like a boiling vegetable.”

“You know, Mrs. I cannot function without baths. I really can't picture myself in a bathtub full of warm water, especially regarding relaxation purposes.”

“Aww, look, someone is turning into Mr. Grumpy,” You said, a sly smile creeping onto your lips, “You know what can help you feel better?”

“Y/n,” he warned, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence by implying that the only thing that can cure me is a bath, I swear to G—.”

“Oh, enough with the weird bullshit reasons, Mendes!” Connor interrupted from the living room, “I’d bet you don’t want to admit to us that you feel scared with the idea of soaking long hours in the warm water, huh?”

You and Connor found yourselves letting out a huge laugh at the thought of him avoiding these baths because he feels scared of the water like a kitten, “I am not a baby,” Was the only thing Shawn said, accompanied by an annoyed eye roll.

“Hear that? Yeah, that’s the voice of somebody who needs nothing more than a relaxing bath to unwind his entire day,” you said in a baby voice, mocking the singer.

“Okay, perhaps I’ll make an exception. If ever I am in a bathtub, it will only be because my girl will be joining me,” He said with a charming smile, secretly loving how the way your face would immediately react to his statements or flirtatious remarks with a fluster written and visible all across your face.

It was as if one, two, or three seconds snapped like the hand of Big Ben or the one at the Grand Central station clock that never comes late, as you always found yourself taking a few short moments to digest each and every word and sentence coming from him and try to reply to something, anything but only for it to come out as a stutter.

“Would you look at that? Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new fast-track record. Only one sentence and I have the girl lost for words. I wonder where Mrs. Independent, I need no man exterior you claim to have?” Shawn said, throwing you a wink, playfully swiping his thumb across your cheek, and closing the distance between, getting dangerously close to where you were standing.

“Oh, shut up, Mendes!” You composed yourself and moved his hand away, “You and I both know I would rather do a whole list of other things than get in that tub with you.”

You said your last sentence so sarcastically, casually as such of every other interaction you exchanged together before grabbing your favourite ice cream out of the freezer and heading to your room.

The thing that some, if not most, people still cannot wrap their heads around is the fact that It’s been the definition of years, maybe even ever, since you both fully understood the true meaning of friendships that you and Shawn have been friends.

The best of friends that could go as far as the ability to exchange millions of sarcastic sentences, have never-ending conversations about nothing and everything that ranges from philosophical things to something as far as topics about the actual difference between sex for male compared to females for hours on end if time wasn’t a constraint, secretly craving the company from the other person whenever apart, exchange of daily text messages across multiple social media platforms, then having the once every blue moon bickering like an old married couple over the stupidest stuff according to your close group of friends, and all that with an undeniable sexual tension visible for anyone to question the true nature of your relationship and a huge dash of endless back-and-forth flirtatious acts or words exchanged.

It was apparent to perhaps even the whole world that for the two of you to had the very ability to share a friendship like that, and the miracle for two people to establish this type of bond was rather beautiful and bizarre yet strange at the same time. It came as no surprise that when confronted individually, none of you dared to make any vast gestures that make romantic feelings evoke even more than they already have, as both your heads are imprinted with the belief of the other not feeling the same way, or hate the idea of ruining this friendship over the possibility of one person wanting to confess their true feelings suppressed over the lifelong friendship and establishing something romantically together.

It was then a couple of weeks later when you all found yourselves in the same spot, just coming back from Shawn’s live perfomance over a few cities. But this time, it was all packed into a tight schedule that made the singer and the entire crew exhausted to the bone. It was difficult for Shawn, as it seemed like he was pulled into different directions simultaneously with no time to catch his breath. He hadn’t said a word to anyone since the last show wrapped up, and everyone gave him some much-needed personal space during the flight back. Exhaustion was clinging deep into his body and flooding his mind to the point where he just wanted to shut his brain off and forget about everything; so much that he found himself walking past everyone and heading straight to his room without thinking twice.

You knew how exhausted he must’ve felt, so before you reached his bedroom, you gently grabbed his arm, “I don’t want to talk to anyone right now, please,” He said.

“I just wanted to tell you that I am aware that the past couple of days were nothing but a hectic blur, so I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you if you want to talk about anything or just sit silently. I’m always here for you, no matter the time or moment you need me.”

Those were the last few words you said before letting his hand go, once again giving him the space he needed, and you knew that exhaustion had already taken over his body as soon as he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

You didn’t know that even a few short hours later, he was still tossing and turning under the sheets, unable to shut his eyes or mind off and get some much-needed rest, although his mind and body felt exhausted.

His head turned around and looked at the clock, 23:01 it displayed. For a while, he sat on his bed, checking his phone for updates about anything before exiting the room to distract his mind. The corridor was dark, with only one light source coming from your bedroom door. The singer paced a couple of times outside your door, debating whether he should knock but thinking whether your nocturnal companion was still keeping you awake or had you already fallen asleep, exhaustion taking over before you could gain the energy to turn off the lights.

However, before thinking further, he found his hand knocking on the door. To his surprise, a light knock was enough to open the door, “Y/n? Are you awake?” His voice lowers into a whisper while peeking his head into your room, only for his gaze to fall into an empty bed. You were nowhere to be found until he heard the light sound of your Spotify playlist coming from the bathroom. You were there, and he knew that his next steps were risky or, more accurately, invading your personal space. But part of him didn’t care. Selfishly, he just desperately could really use your company.

And so he took a couple of steps until he was at the bathroom door, with each step he could hear his own heart beating faster and the sounds of the faucet as it hit the bathtub and your favourite singers on the speaker only made him even more nervous, second-guessing his decision.

“Shawn?” You say from behind the cracked door.

“Um, yeah, it’s me. How did you know?” He responded nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as his mind was still second-guessing and debating whether his decision was actually a good idea.

“Who else has a nocturnal side that they cannot kill?” You said, trying to hold back your laughter.

“You know me so well.”

“You can come in if you want, or it’s okay too if you feel more comfortable, we can just keep talking through the door.”

The singer finally decided to interact with you appropriately as he found himself opening the bathroom door and stepping inside. The sight of you greeted him in the tub. The room was illuminated with the soft glow of your favourite candles, the scent of essential oils that were for therapeutic purposes, white puffy bubbles all across the tub of water, and the sound of your favourite playlist.

Tonight was the first time he truly ever took the time to notice it.

“Sorry, I just- well, I know this is- I wanted to - I don’t know who else -” he was stumbling, couldn’t form the proper set of sentences at the mere sight of you. You looked beautiful yet angelic. It was apparent to him that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, but right now, even as your hair wasn’t done, or any makeup didn’t cover your face, or you weren’t wearing any dresses that perfectly hugged around your body; that he found himself more mesmerised by how your existence was enough to make him feel all sorts of comfort that no therapy sessions, lavish parties or meditation could genuinely give him.

“It’s okay. You know we don’t have to talk,” You say, “Care to join me?”

It felt like gravity was pushing him to decide instead of his brain controlling his movements as he already found himself stripping out of his clothes. Meanwhile, you found yourself with your head facing the wall, feeling sudden shyness at the sight of your opposite-gender friend removing all his clothing from head to toe in front of you.

“You don’t have to look away, you know. I bet it’s not your first time encountering the male anatomy, and I am getting inside the water with you.”

“I know, but this- this isn’t like that,” You said, still choosing to look away, “We are not doing anything to satisfy a pang of hunger. This is something else. I don’t want to ruin this moment by looking into it as if it is something that-“

“Yeah, just something that should be fulfilled at a more appropriate time,” Was all your friend could reply before carefully stepping into the tub, trying to keep his balance. Once he settled up, he scooted closer to your side, not too close to minimise any possible distance, but enough for the two of you to be situated in front of each other.

As he sinks deeper into the lukewarm water, you are glad to see how a deep sigh of relief escapes his lips, with a tired gaze his eyes rolling from all the exhaustion, his body relaxing, shoulders casually leaning into the walls of the tub, and sight of feeling at ease, comfort, and gush of smile was written all across his face.

“Is it the bubbles that finally persuaded you?”

“Perhaps that or maybe the whole idea that I actually feel more relaxed in a way I never thought possible and not feel like an actual boiling vegetable stick is finally winning me over,” he said, and you both laughed at that.

Then, moments later, as the conversations drift to more illogical ones and the laughters died down, you again faced him, “I’m sorry, I can only offer my companion.”

“Are you kidding me?” He smiled, “This is the best thing that anyone has ever done for me all year long.”

More minutes passed by, as none of you seem to remember how long you two lay there. But, when the two of you started to yawn more and more, you decided to get out of the water, “Mendes, face the wall. I need some privacy while I get out of here.”

“You’re telling me you still need privacy? I thought we moved past that. Y/n, we have been naked in here the whole time!” He shook his head and laughed as he turned to the wall, ears perking up to the sounds of water gently splashing as you got out of the tub, and his eyes could not help shoot you a side-eye glance through the mirror.

“Prying eyes,” You said with a smile as your eyes locked through the mirror, wrapping the towel on your body, “You can look now.”

“Pass me one of the towels, too?” he said as he stood up from the tub. Your eyes were wide open at the sight of him standing tall in nothing but his birthday suit. You could hear your heartbeat increasing and butterflies fluttering across your stomach before your hands moved quickly to pass him the towel and turned to face the door, clearly feeling the sudden shyness again at the current situation you found yourself in, “Prying eyes,” Was all he said back, with a signature boyish grin and million dollar smile that you knew was already written all over his lips.

“This was actually fun, we should do it again,” He said, pressing his lips to your temple before hands gathering his clothes and walking out of the room.

What have both of you started?

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foxes-that-run · 5 months

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Sunflower Vol 6

Sunflower is a sweet romantic song. It references HYGTG and Clean, reminding of her how it used to be to suggest dating again.

My Vol 1 - 5 theory

My theory on Vol 1 - 5 are times they dated or hung out. I have playlist grouped into possible volumes. There is more in the dates and timelines.

31 March 2012, 20 May 2012 - July 2012 (Everything has changed - IKYWT)

28 September 2012 - 3 January 2013 (HYGTG - NTWDT.)

25 August 2013 - November 2013 (Happily - Wonderland)

14 February 2014 - February 2015 (Style - FTDT)

February/29 April 2016 - May 2016 (High infidelity - IDWLF)

To me, Sunflower is contemplating a Vol. 6 (Fine Line/Lover). Sunflower hasn't been played since Live on Tour ended in 2021.

Lyrics

Sunflower Sunflower My eyes, want you more than a melody Let me inside Wish I could get to know you

I wanna get to know you is a reference to the Everything has changed "I just wanna know you better" which Taylor and Ed wrote the week after 20 May 2012.

Love 'I want you more than a melody' which reminds me of HYGTG “say you want me”

Sunflowers Sometimes Keep it sweet in your memory I was just tongue-tied

Wildest Dreams: "Say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe" and OOTW "I Remember.."

Harry describes Taylor as sunshine and butterflies and all things summer in many songs:

Olivia “You live in my imagination / The summertime, butterflies”

Watermelon Sugar: “summer evening”, “summer feeling”, “end of June”

Adore You: “your wonder under summer sky”

Canyon Moon: “sky never looked so blue”

They are tongue-tied in:

Two Ghosts "Tongue-tied like we've never known"

Sushi "Blue bubblegum twisted 'round your tongue"

Message in a Bottle "And I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied"

I don't wanna make you feel bad But I've been trying hard not to talk to you Sunflower (Sunflower, sunflower)

Taylors Gorgeous has a similar line “You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)”

I couldn't want you any more Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor I couldn't want you any more tonight (Tonight, tonight, tonight)

Lover (feat. Shawn Mendes): "We could light a bunch of candles and dance around the kitchen, baby"

Wondering headshake Tired eyes are the death of me Mouthful of toothpaste Before I got to know you

Harry brushes his teeth before performing. He met Taylor backstage at the kids choice awards, I take wondering headshake to mean acknowledging each other when they first saw each other.

I've got your face Hung up high in the gallery I love this shade (Sunflower, sunflower)

To me the picture line is not a literal gallery, but a symbol that this person is his person. I think this song and line a response to HYGTG "Remind her how it used to be, be / Yeah, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks" and You are in Love and has "he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown"

Your flowers just died Plant new seeds in the melody Let me inside, I wanna get to know you

Plant new seeds in the melody is the nicest line. It is a reference to:

Clean "The drought was the very worst / When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst".

Call it what you want: "All my flowers grew back as thorns / Windows boarded up after the storm" (more thorns and roses)

Chronologically then Harry says to plant new seeds and try again.

I don't wanna make you feel bad But I've been trying hard not to act a fool Sunflower (Sunflower, sunflower)

Harry has called himself a fool many times, here he is trying to be nonchalant and cool but before he's been all kinds of fool:

I just wanna love you "We can whisper, we can talk about these things / Reconsider my foolish ramblings"

Just a little bit of your heart "I know I'm not your only / But I'll still be a fool / 'Cause I'm a fool for you"

Fools gold "But I'm not done yet / Falling for you / Fool's gold"

Boyfriends "You love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin / You, you, you still open the door" and "You feel a fool / You're back at it again"

In the Long Pond Sessions Taylor later emphasised how James had been foolish, saying fool/foolish 7 times.

#haylor #harry styles #sunflower vol. 6 #fine line album

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dailyniallnews · 1 month

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Niall Horan | Live at Wembley Arena, London

Six long years after his last tour, Niall Horan returns with The Show: Live on Tour and what a spectacle it is.

When Niall Horan released his debut single “This Town” in 2016, fans and critics alike praised his nuanced storytelling and ability to capture his audience with just a strum of a guitar and a gentle croon. Almost a decade since that release, Horan’s artistry hasn’t faltered — he’s gone from strength to strength, crafting a body of work that is both nostalgic and timeless. Now, with his The Show: Live on Tour, named after his acclaimed 2023 album, he’s reminding all of us just how much he is a showman at heart.

Horan played to a completely packed Wembley Arena last week with many camping out hours to secure a spot on the floor. It’s the same feverish, infectious energy that first began over 14 years ago which, much to Horan’s dismay, hasn’t waned at all. Although it’s difficult to untether Horan from his days in One Direction, he spends moments of the show reflecting on the “14 years of memories” he created in and around the arena and London. The Show: Live on Tour began in Belfast a few weeks back. The first show, he ended it with the words, “This is going to be the best year yet.” Just a handful of days later, he is clearly still revelling in the feeling of being back on stage.

Like the ’70s greats before him, Horan is meant to be heard live. Horan thrives and excels when he’s performing and is a true artist’s artist — not just writing songs, but crafting entire worlds around them. “Nice To Meet Ya” might’ve been an obvious choice for an opening song, but with the context that Horan hasn’t toured since 2018 and wasn’t able to perform his incredible sophomore album, Heartbreak Weather, to audiences due to the pandemic. If the album The Show orbits around who Horan is today as a person, a musician, and a songwriter, the tour is, in a way, serving as a reintroduction to who he is as a performer.

The Show: Live on Tour production sees his six-piece band stand atop varying stages, a nod to the old-school variety show performances. Curtains fall and fold together with images projected — sometimes it’s a billboard that reads THE SHOW, other times it’s a moon soaring through the night sky. It’s the little nods to the world of The Show that make it a spectacle.

When a mirrorball drops — a sign that means Horan is about to play a song from his boyband days — fans erupt into screams. Quickly after, the chords of “Stockholm Syndrome” begin to play and new and old fans alike come together to sing. Horan lets us into his mind for a moment, affectionately saying, “I do this for a living,” which he was reflecting upon during the show.

Horan has a knack for making a 12,000+ arena feel as intimate as a 200-cap venue, using songs like “This Town,” “Flicker,” and the delicate ballad “You Could Start a Cult,” a clear fan favourite, to showcase that further. Every quiet, sombre moment is completely contrasted with a stadium-sized roar from fans responding to Horan’s every childlike smirk and high note. Bringing out Canadian singer/songwriter Shawn Mendes for a duet of his hit “Treat You Better,” and one of his first live performances in years, speaks to Horan’s love towards his fellow singer/songwriters.

Teetering between the hits — think “Slow Hands,” “Meltdown” and “Heartbreak Weather” — and the fan faves like “Everywhere,” “Save My Life” and “Mirrors,” Horan keeps the energy high throughout the entire show — a feat for solo acts. Although the setlist was constructed to have a bit of everything, when scrolling Twitter after the gig I read a tweet which talks about how he made the setlist for die-hard fans. It’s true — it’s a collection of songs that demonstrate his growth and grit as an artist, but also were clearly selected with his fans at the forefront of his mind.

As the show comes to a close, Horan’s penultimate song is “Save My Life.” Horan knows the true meaning it holds, but for fans, it speaks to the beauty of a fan and artist relationship and how the latter’s music shapes the former’s lives. Throughout the show, seeing fans holding up fan projects and crying to various songs is a moving thing for Horan to witness. 14 years on and he’s still in awe of the magic he’s been able to make through his work.

For fans who have yet to see Horan live on this tour, he describes it best in The Show‘s title track: Hold tight, get ready for the ride.

Words Kelsey Barnes

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stormyjisung · 7 months

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seventeen's performance unit as certain vibes

"Heartbeat, is coming in so strong

Oh if you don't stop, I'm gonna need a second one"

Members : Jun, Hoshi, Minghao and Chan !

A/n : mid terms are over baby! Decided to restart writing with something abstract, p.s this is how *I* personally see the members, and since I did one for vocal unit I'll do one for the performance unit too hihi.

Jun - "baby you, are bringing out a different kind of me"

bubble tea, spring, laughing till your tummy hurts, skipping down sidewalks, "fallin' all in you" by Shawn Mendes, drunk prank calls, pinky promises, awkward hugs, fingers brushing, staring competitions, doodles, cheek kisses.

Hoshi - "This is the story of how they met"

stealing glances across the room, secret rendezvous, hushed whispers, fairy lights, stars, neon street lights in the rain, broken radios, scribbled words, maroon, "where did the party go" by fall out boy, obnoxious laughter, forehead kisses, passion,

Minghao - "cause what about angels?"

city lights, secluded areas yet full of life, Polaroids, open textbooks askew on a desk, midnight rain, hoodies, exhausted smiles, contentment, planes flying above, paper boats, forget-me-nots, "not about angels" by birdy, tired but lively eyes.

Chan - "I'm in love with you"

daisies, rainbows, howling winds, fluffy blankets, rosy cheeks, bracelets, dancing in the rain, murals, empty skateboarding parks, worn out wallpaper, laying on the floor, the smell of home-cooked meals, "I'm in love with you" by the 1975, grandma's hand sewn quilts

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#🌙. nyx !#sebong fics 🌱#seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt performance unit #junhui imagines #hoshi imagines #the8 imagines #lee chan imagines #svt fanfic

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theshowliveontour · 1 month

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For fans who have yet to see Horan live on this tour, he describes it best in The Show‘s title track: Hold tight, get ready for the ride.

#niall horan #the show live on tour #tslot:london #review

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illicitvalentines · 18 days

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HI liaaaa what's up how r u?? <3

AWW PRII!!! hiii gorgeous!! i’ve been good thank you for asking <33

i just started watching the first three episodes of gossip girl since i was wanting to start a new show after gilmore girls (which ugh i LOVE gilmore girls ‼️‼️) and omg i now see why people say gossip girl is really good 😭

&& ALSO from your post on people not talking enough abt shawn mendes UR SO REAL FOR THAT OML he’s so underrated and FOR WHAT?? like i have that ‘lost in japan’ victoria secret video INGRAINED IN MY HEAD — that i was legit watching the other day — and oml your family loving the live ‘senorita’ performance too??!?.!? (we love that 🤭🤭)

how have you been feeling lovely? 💗💗

#angels ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ #love letters 💌#everyone listen to ‘lost in japan’ and all other shawn songs🙏🙏#pri !! ⋆ ᡣ𐭩 ˚ ｡ ⋆

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a-new-superhero · 6 months

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No writing credits for JK on the Golden tracklist.

Not a massive surprise there. He's not got the motivation to write right now from what we've seen - he just wants to sing and dance and perform before he enlists. Can't really judge the guy for that.

Plus he's got some names on there that we can be pretty sure he's into. Ignoring the 2 tracks we've already heard, we've got writers like Blake Slatkin who's worked with Justin Bieber, Kid Laroi (👀) and Sam Smith, Jon Bellion who, again, has written for Bieber and also Halsey and Camila Cabello, and Allen Ritter who's produced for Drake, Kanye West, Travis Scott, Rihanna and Nicki Minaj. Then you've got Shot Glass Of Tears and Too Sad To Dance from the writer(s) who came up with Dynamite, and big names such as Ed Sheeran and Shawn Mendes.

So, although he hasn't written any of the tracks himself, I think it's fair to say that JK's own musical tastes and history are pretty well reflected just in the people that have been a part of creating the songs he's singing.

Boy's truly living his best popstar life and I'm here for it 🖤

#bangtan #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook

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alarrytale · 3 days

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I'm thinking of a couple where both of them are superstars in their own right///

This is not Louis. I know we love him but he is far from a superstar. He last charted in the UK in 2019. He's a niche artist with a small dedicated fanbase and that's all.

Harry Styles x Shawn Mendes would be a power couple but Louis is nowhere close to the level of fame needed. Even when he was in 1d the US media got him mixed up with Liam Payne. He held premieres for AOTV in London and LA and not a single celeb or journalist showed up to support him. I think you like Louis so much you can't see the reality of his situation in 2024.

Hi, anon!

I think you are undervaluing him. People know who Louis are. He is a member of 1D who is currently the 63th most played on Spotify. Still! Almost 10 years since they went on hiatus! He's got over 35 million followers (just 2 mill behind Harry) on twitter and has got one of the most retweeted tweets of all time. He's in the Guinness world record book for most tickets sold for a live streamed concert by a male artist. He's been in every tabloid and get international coverage by just saying the name larry. Even his sisters have become celebrities of their own because of his fame. He might not chart as a solo artist, but that's because his image is shit, he's banned from radio, his promo budget is tiny and he's chosen to move away from pop music. Despite that he's a world touring artist. If he was out and were allowed to be himself he'd perform much, much better. But don't tell me Louis isn't famous or that people don't know who he is. He's made headlines worldwide for 14 years and still do. People know who he is, they might not like him, but they know who he is.

Eta: I put your second ask with this one. Shawn x Harry would be a power couple too. But Shawns only got 25 mill followers on twitter and he's currently not touring because of his mental health. He's not been around as long as Louis either. His monthly listening numbers are the same as 1D. I assume if you listen to 1D you're aware of who Louis is.

Also, i'm not saying those two celebrities needs to be on the same level of fame. But they both need to be famous on their own and not be famous by association with their more famous partner.

#power couple #solo louis #louis image

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urcatslitterbox · 1 year

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Fallin’ All in You

Wilbur x Gn!reader

- genre: fluff

- summary: In which Wilbur confesses through song

- cw:mention of alcohol kinda?, kissing

-song rec: Fallin’ all in you by Shawn Mendes

A/n: Finally posting a fic (first one :0) Requests are open for art and stories :)

You had finally been able to go to a Lovejoy gig. You were beyond excited to be able to show your love and support in person to your friends. Jack picked you up along with Tommy and Tubbo, Phil and Kristin took their car so they wouldn't have to deal with Tommy and Tubbo asking if you were there yet every five seconds.

When you arrived the boys practically rolled out of the car and ran in to find Phil and Kristin. They had claimed a good spot within the venue so you and Jack went to get drinks while they waited. By the time you guys returned they were just about to perform.

They were incredible. The crowd screamed the songs back at them as they played, and your heart warms at the loving community they have created. As the last song ends the crowd cheers thinking it's over when Wilbur speaks into the mic, “chat- I mean..” laughter fills the room as Wilbur attempts to hide his embarrassment in his arm. “ You can take the boy out of twitch but you can't take the twitch out the boy” he jokes once again causing laughter. “In all seriousness, though I have one more song I'd like to share that I wrote for someone in the crowd tonight.” His eyes lock with yours for a brief moment and Tommy giggles, you give him a questioning look but he stays quiet. The crowd cheers but is quiet as the band begins to play.

“Sunrise with you on my chest

No blinds in the place where I live

Daybreak open your eyes

'Cause this was only ever meant to be for one night”

He sings smoothly, you turn to Tommy who’s nodding along as though he's heard it before and maybe he has. “What's this about?” you question “it seems like a love song,” says Kristin. A heavy feeling sets in your chest, you and Wilbur have always been very close friends, though a part of you wishes it was something more.

“Still, we're changing our minds here

Be yours, be my dear

So close with you on my lips

Touch noses, feelin' your breath

Push your heart and pull away, yeah”

You know you shouldn't feel this way about your best friend especially when he sings so passionately about the person the song is written for. But you can't help the way he makes you feel. He has always been there for you and vice versa.

“Be my summer in a winter day, love

I can't see one thing wrong

Between the both of us

Be mine, be mine, yeah

Anytime, anytime”

You tell each other everything why wouldn't he tell you about this person? Jack sees the disappointed look on your face and nudges you “ you alright?” he asks. “Yeah just tired” you smile weakly but he isn't stupid, “Come on y/n what's up?” he asks a concerned look adorning his features.

“Ooh, you know I've been alone for quite a while

Haven't I? I thought I knew it all

Found love but I was wrong

More times than enough

But since you came along

I'm thinking”

“I just.. Wanna know who this song is about” you utter. Jack laughs and Tommy turns toward the commotion “ what’s so funny?” he asks. “I don't know I just said I wanted to know who the song is about and he started laughing” you state, Tommy smiles and shakes his head. “Are you an idiot?” Tommy says taking a sip of his drink. “ What? Should I know who it's about?” You question “ have you even been listening to the lyrics?” Tubbo chimes in. “I guess not,” you say still confused. “Why don't you actually pay attention for once kiddo” Phil speaks from behind me and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Baby, you yeah

Are bringing out a different kind of me

There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free

Fallin' all in you

Fell for men who weren't how they appeared, yeah

Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free”

As you listened you remember the time you and Wilbur talked about our past relationships. You told him of your horrible ex and told you about his selfish girlfriend. “You deserve so much better than him,” he told you.

Fallin' all in you Fast forward a couple years, yeah

Grown up in the place that we live

Make love, then we fight

Laugh 'cause it was only meant to be for one night, baby

I guess we can't control

What's just not up to us

Be mine, be mine, yeah

Anytime, anytime

Ooh, you know I've been alone for quite a while

Haven't I? I thought I knew it all

Found love but I was wrong

More times than enough

But since you came along

I'm thinking”

Wilbur looks to you as he sings as if you were the only person in the room. This song isn't about you is it? It couldn't be there's no way Wilbur could feel the same way you do about him.

“Baby, you yeah, ooh

Are bringing out a different kind of me ooh

There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free

Fallin' all in you

Fell for men who weren't how they appeared, yeah ooh

Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free

Fallin' all in you

Every time I see you baby I get lost

If I'm dreaming, baby, please don't wake me up

Every night I'm with you I fall more in love

Now I'm laying by your side

Everything feels right since you came along

“I can't believe you didn't know!” Tommy exclaims “ yeah I mean he never shuts up about you, no offence” Tubbo adds “none taken” you laugh.

“I’m thinking Baby, you, yeah

Are bringing out a different kind of me

There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free

Fallin' all in you (ooh, yeah)

Fell for men who weren't how they appear (ooh)

Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free

Fallin' all in”

The song comes to a close and the crowd cheers a final time. Wilbur hurries off stage and runs toward you almost knocking you over. “Y/n!” he yells, “Wilbur!” You giggle as you're pulled into a hug by the taller man. “That was amazing Will, you did so good” You smile up at him as he puts you safely back on the ground his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning a slight shade of pink. “y/n I need to tell you something” he mutters “yes?” Your heart pounds a million miles a second.

“I’m sure you already know but that last song was about you” he chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m madly in love with you, you bring out a better version of me, a happier version and it's alright if you don't feel the same I understand it's ju-” you pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss him passionately. He kisses back, wrapping his arms around your waist. Pulling back for air you rest your heads together “so you feel the same?” Wilbur laughs “obviously nerd” you smile back at him.

“EWWWW PHIL MAKE IT STOP” Tommy cries covering his eyes. The two of you just laugh at the boy. “They are in love Tommy leave them be, come on let's go get ice cream,” Phil says taking the boys the cheer and run out the door leaving you and Wilbur alone. “I kinda want ice cream too” you whisper, Wilbur's laughs “lets go then love” he says taking your hand in his.

A/n: ahhhh this was longer than intended but oh well. I don't love it but it's my first fic so I'm not mad please send requests I’d love to do them :) <3

#4ppl3ju1c #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #wilbur dream smp #wilbur mcyt #fanfic #fluff #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur fluff #dsmp imagine #mcyt fluff

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