Summary: Through Bucky’s eyes, he falls in and out of love with you.
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1,545 (incl. lyrics)
A/N: Heard this song today and well, this came out. Hope you all enjoy.
Well I heard there was
a secret chord That David played and
it pleased the Lord But you don’t really
care for music, do you? Well it goes like
this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the
major lift The baffled king composing
I remember the day I met her. I
recall everything, the clothes she was wearing, the weather, the name of the
waitress that was taking my order, how stale the soda became because I was so
entranced with her, with the way she moved. I remember everything. And every
now and again, my brain goes over this occasion, because it does not want to
forget, does not want these details of such a monumental moment in my life to
The evening of February 1st, 1924 — decades before she had a similarly profound first encounter with dance — 44-year-old Keller had a transcendent experience. With her hand pressed against the radio receiver in her living room, she “heard” a live Carnegie Hall broadcast of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 in D minor, also known as Ode to Joy — one of humanity’s most beloved pieces of music, which Beethoven, by then deaf himself, had composed exactly 100 years earlier.
The following day, Keller wrote an electrifying letter of gratitude to the New York Symphony Orchestra, articulating the trans-sensory transcendence of her experience and of music itself.
I have the joy of being able to tell you that, though deaf and blind, I spent a glorious hour last night listening over the radio to Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony.” I do not mean to say that I “heard” the music in the sense that other people heard it; and I do not know whether I can make you understand how it was possible for me to derive pleasure from the symphony. It was a great surprise to myself. I had been reading in my magazine for the blind of the happiness that the radio was bringing to the sightless everywhere. I was delighted to know that the blind had gained a new source of enjoyment; but I did not dream that I could have any part in their joy. Last night, when the family was listening to your wonderful rendering of the immortal symphony someone suggested that I put my hand on the receiver and see if I could get any of the vibrations. He unscrewed the cap, and I lightly touched the sensitive diaphragm. What was my amazement to discover that I could feel, not only the vibrations, but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music! The intertwined and intermingling vibrations from different instruments enchanted me. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roll of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. How the lovely speech of the violins flowed and plowed over the deepest tones of the other instruments! When the human voice leaped up trilling from the surge of harmony, I recognized them instantly as voices. I felt the chorus grow more exultant, more ecstatic, upcurving swift and flame-like, until my heart almost stood still. The women’s voices seemed an embodiment of all the angelic voices rushing in a harmonious flood of beautiful and inspiring sound. The great chorus throbbed against my fingers with poignant pause and flow. Then all the instruments and voices together burst forth — an ocean of heavenly vibration — and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes.
Of course, this was not “hearing” but I do know that the tones and harmonies conveyed to me moods of great beauty and majesty. I also sensed, or thought I did, the tender sounds of nature that sing into my hand — swaying reeds and winds and the murmur of streams. I have never been so enraptured before by a multitude of tone-vibrations.
As I listened, with darkness and melody, shadow and sound filling all the room, I could not help remembering that the great composer who poured forth such a flood of sweetness into the world was deaf like myself. I marvelled at the power of his quenchless spirit by which out of his pain he wrought such joy for others — and there I sat, feeling with my hand the magnificent symphony which broke like a sea upon the silent shores of his soul and mine.
Let me thank you warmly for all the delight which your beautiful music has brought to my household and to me. I want also to thank Station WEAF for the joy they are broadcasting in the world.
I’m relatively a little annoyed with how these “fans” are writing off Not Today/Spring Day all because their biases didn’t have a big part in the songs. Writing off these boys hard work and effort that they put into their songs. In 4 short months at that. I love Bangtan with all of my heart, and they don’t deserve none of this treatment.
Just because Hobi didn’t have a big part in SpringTime /Day, doesn’t mean that the song wasn’t any good. He still was a major part of this album. The outro was proof of that AND he sung the first part of Namjoon verse and Jin’s during their concert
Just because Jin didn’t have a big PART in BST or enough screentime in Not Today does not mean that he’s not appreciated or mistreated at BigHit or with Bangtan. He still compose the last part of Spring Day, had a major part in the Supplementary Story, had lines in both Not Today and SpringTime and his solo song. Also, I’m pretty sure that Yoongi or Namjoon wouldve spoke up about the so called mistreatment.
SN: If these “fans” would listen to Bangtan’s albums in a whole instead of the title songs, the would know that all OF the members are treated equally and they’re the ones who decides who gets what. Oh yeah and Namjoon has said that they don’t care about the lines disbrution(spell check).
the absolutely record breaking success of spring day and not today just makes me so warm inside namjoon must be SO happy and fulfilled and overwhelmed by it all he COMPOSED spring day and he wrote the lyrics for not today he literally put his all into those two songs and to see them so successful? so well received? breaking records? it makes me want to hug him and thank him and i hope he’s really basking in this i hope people are constantly praising him i hope he’ll never forget how much he’s worth bc he’s worth everything
I run full pelt to my desk, grab my jacket and my purse, and dash to front reception, ignoring the moans and curses emanating from the b*st*rd still prostrate on the kitchen floor. I burst out of the building and stop for a moment as the cool air hits my face, take a deep breath, and compose myself. But I haven’t eaten all day, and as the very unwelcome surge of adrenaline recedes, my legs give out beneath me and I sink to the ground.
I watch with mild detachment the slow motion movie that plays out in front of me: Christian and Taylor in dark suits and white shirts, leaping out of the waiting car and running toward me. Christian sinks to his knees at my side, and on some unconscious level, all
Practice had been rough that day. From early morning till noon he’d been working twice as hard for their upcoming events and their lunch break felt like a heaven send. You’d packed him a large lunch and gave him a sweet kiss that morning before he left. Words couldn’t describe how excited Jin was to see what you’d made him. He opened his lunch box was was pleasantly surprised to see a note on top. He grinned as he read it and to the end he was smiling softly with a shimmer in his eye. He picked up the neatly wrapped cookies and pressed a kiss to them. He’d never ever know what he’d done to deserve you.
“Jinnie, I know you’ve been working hard lately. So I packed a special surprise in with your usual lunch! Enjoy! With love, [Name].”
Work, work, work. He’d been in the studio all day mixing and composing. You’d come in a few times to try and convince him to eat something but his response was always “later” or “in a bit, jagiya”. He didn’t notice that it had been a while since you came in, too focused on the flow he was suddenly riding. He didn’t hear you set something beside him until you were already gone. The sweet smell hit his nose and brought him out of the zone. Yoongi peered to his right to see you’d placed warm, freshly baked cookies beside him. Each with their own encouraging message written in icing that had him smiling his gummy grin. They were sugar cookies too.
“Suga fighting!!”, “You can do it Yoongi!”, “I love you!”
He and the rest of the group were dancing their hearts out when the door to the practice room opened. No one paid you any mind, too engrossed in their practice. You were able to slip in and out, leaving your surprise on his bag. When Namjoon called for a break the all collapsed to the floor in relief. He was going to his bag to pull out a water bottle when he noticed your note and gift on top. He read the note and smiled genuinely, all his tiredness leaving him. He wanted to kiss you and thank you for your sweet words, but he had all the time in the world for that when he got home. For now, for you, Hoseok was going to do his best.
“Hobi, don’t forget to drink lots of water, okay? You’re the best but you need to look after yourself! J-Hope fighting!”
He had only been able to see you briefly that morning. He’d woken up late again so it was a rushed escape out the door with only a quick kiss goodbye. He was thinking about ways to make it up to you all through his recording session when he was told there was a package for him. When he was given a tin with a small note on it he smiled despite himself. He knew your handwriting anywhere. He pulled out a chair and sat down, reading the neatly written words and feeling his stomach twist in knots. The same feeling he got when he first spoke to you. He didn’t know how he’d been so blessed to have you come into his life, but he wanted to show you he appreciated you just as much as you did him.
“You’re a great leader Namjoonie! Make sure you don’t run yourself out though okay? Eat these cookies, I want a kiss for each bite it takes!”
It was during a break in practice that you strolled into the room. He happily stood up and greeted you with a kiss, teasing you that you shouldn’t love someone so sweaty. He was interested in why you came to check up on him when he knew you had other things to be doing when you placed the gift into his hands, gave him a sweet kiss and scurried out. He was puzzled but opened the brightly colored box and could have cried at it’s contents. He took a few steps to try and follow you but vowed that after work he would treat you like royalty to repay you.
“You’ve been working really well these past few days! I’m proud of you! But please make sure you’re eating well too okay? Please don’t get sick, I love you!”
He was about to get on a plane to their next show when you slipped him a prettily wrapped gift. You told him not to open it until he was on the plane and even had him pinkie swear. The curiosity was killing him all through boarding the plane and when he opened it he nearly tore the plastic wrap holding the cookies. The note fell and when he picked it up to see just what it said he could feel his heart melting. He was worried about leaving you alone even if it was for his treasured ARMYs but your sweet words did their job in easing his nerves. He held the paper close to his chest, knowing that he was going to treasure it throughout his trip.
“I know you'e worried about me, Taehyung, but I’m going to be watching every single show. I’ll support you no matter where you go. I’ll see you soon, honey! Yours, [Name].”
Stress had been getting to him lately. His normally bubbly and self assured nature was replaced by tiredness and quietness. He wasn’t expecting much when he was sitting backstage but when he saw yo approaching he felt the load on his shoulders lighten. You couldn’t stay long and neither could he, the show was about to begin but you assured him he had time for the little parcel you placed in his hands. You both shared a sweet kiss and a hug that was perhaps a bit longer than it needed to be before you ushered him to open the gift and left to wait in the dressing rooms. When he pulled the ribbon and it revealed a treat and a sweet note, he felt he could have married you on the spot. He happily ate a few of the cookies before the show, feeling his mood do a complete turnaround and he was ready to make you fall in love with him all over again.
“Take it one step at a time okay, Kookie? You can rely and me and your hyungs. I’ll see you after the show! Your number one fan, [Name]!”
beautyandthebeastmovienews: LISTEN: Preview of “Days in the Sun,” one of three new songs written by Alan Menken and Tim Rice for @beautyandthebeast. • • • • Bill Condon (Director): “‘Days in the Sun,’ in particular, is sung by Belle and has more to do with the household staff and how they see the future when the curse is lifted. But it’s also a song the Beast’s mother sang to him when he was a boy. So it sort of comes full circle.” • • • • Alan Menken (Composer): “'Days in the Sun’ is a moment when all of the objects in the castle-and Belle-are going to sleep. Basically, everybody in the castle is having memories of what it used to be when they had their days in the sun. It’s sort of a combination of a lullaby and a remembrance of happier days for everybody.”
A Leo is sometimes (most times) too proud to show that things get to them .. our whole world could be collapsing around us & we will still take on the day And face the world composed like everything is just lovely. But if we DO happen to show you we are in pain, we must feel a deep connection And that trust is to be cherished. It’d be the biggest mistake of your life to throw that back in our face