written while listening to this song

'BTS Dishes About Their US Tour, Songwriting Process, & Onstage Style'

TWIST: What are you most excited about for your return to the US?

BTS: The size of the tour got much bigger than last time we were in the US back in 2015. It’s almost 10-fold this time. 5 arena shows in 3 cities sold out in less than 5 minutes! We’re amazed by the fact fans in the USA are passionate and supportive and we’re super excited to come back to meet them all.

TWIST: What is the most exciting part of touring around the world, and what has been the most challenging so far?

BTS: The most exciting part of touring around the world is that you get the unique opportunity to meet different people from various background. Regardless of their differences, they sing BTS songs in unison and cheer for us, and it is very special experience for all of the band. On the other hand, the most challenging part has been the life on the road, being far away from our family and friends for weeks.

TWIST: Which of your songs are you most looking forward to performing on this part of the tour?

Rap Monster: “Spring Day.” I wrote the main melody for the lead single for the first time and also wrote lyrics.

SUGA: “Spring Day.” I wrote main lyrics based on my personal experience with old friends. It is about my sad memories with him and it makes me sentimental whenever I listen to the song.

Jungkook: “Not Today.” It has the coolest beat of all songs in the album and I personally like the choreography for the song.

J-Hope: “FIRE.” It has always been my favorite and the song has all the essence of BTS can show to the audience on stage.

TWIST: What’s the best piece of advice you’ve gotten in your career?

Rap Monster: “If you’re tied up with not gaining approval from others, you’ll never be able to move forward.”

TWIST: How would you say you and your sound have evolved over the years since first forming the group?

BTS: BTS sound has evolved since our debut in 2013 but has rooted its music in western pop music and hip-hop. We try to adapt all the hottest trends in pop music scene and that’s why fans around the world like it despite the cultural differences. All members listen to different genres of music all the time, from EDM, hip-hop, R&B to hip-house… and we believe BTS is kind of creating a new category of music genre beyond K-Pop.

TWIST: Do you remember the first song you ever wrote, what it was about, and what inspired you to write it?

Rap Monster: I don’t remember the name of the song, but there was an online community of amateur rappers who gathered together. I downloaded a beat from another amateur beat maker and I wrote a song based off of that. The song didn’t really make much sense, I just wrote it using every hard word I possibly knew. I actually found the song 2 years ago on my computer and listened to it thinking “What is this?” It was a mess.

TWIST: Have you ever written a song in a strange or unusual place? Or been inspired by something totally random?

Rap Monster: So many, I think I wrote a song while I was at the Grand Canyon in 2009. I had a trip to Vegas/Grand Canyon and I think I wrote a song there because I was shocked by the scenery. I definitely don’t remember what it was about though.

TWIST: Who are some artists that you would love to collaborate with?

BTS: There are so many artists we would love to collaborate with, such as Drake, J Cole, Justin Bieber… The list goes on and on.

TWIST: Which other artists/songs are on your personal playlists?

BTS: Drake “Fake Love”, The 1975, Kehlani, Lorde.

TWIST: How would you describe your personal fashion senses?

BTS: It’s mix of gothic and Japanese street wear. My recent favorite brands are WTAPS, Neighborhood and Yoji Yamamoto.

TWIST: And how does your personal style differ from the costumes you wear onstage?

BTS: Onstage clothing for BTS is custom-made to maximize our performance while being matched with the concept of each song.

TWIST: What is it like when fans recognize you on the street/ask for photos? Is it crazy? Surreal? Overwhelming?

Rap Monster: It’s a really nice experience to have somebody who knows me, but sometimes I like to be alone and hang around the city. I think it depends on the situation. There are some situations that I want to not be noticed by others, but people easily notice me. I’ve been told that I’m too unique (my walk and my clothes) and I’m easy to recognize, and I think that’s really nice. If I’m an artist or an idol and nobody knows me that would be sad.

TWIST: Can you share a fun fact about one of your other band members that you don’t think even the most dedicated fans will know?

Rap Monster: Many people think that SUGA is like the Grandfather of the group, but he acts more like a little kid. Jimin is the opposite, he looks like a baby but inside he’s mature and like a Grandfather.

Writing Series #8: How do you stay invested?

What I hear most often from writers switching from short fiction to novels is: how do you stay invested for the long haul? How do you care about the same story for the time it takes to finish an entire book?

As someone who began with novel writing and never really mastered the art of the short story, I’ve always had the opposite question (how do you keep it to a minimum? how do you condense your ideas into just a few pages). But this doesn’t mean I’ve never had that age old book commitment problem. Even the best stories can drift away from us, and even the most dedicated writers will experience the occasional hiccup in their writing schedule. Too much time away–whether it be a busy schedule, a new child, an illness, or just general lack of inspiration–it can make coming back to the book after a writing drought seem impossible. You sit down in front of your story, see these words so old you hardly remember writing them in the first place, and think, how can I possibly keep going? 

Coming back to an old story can feel a lot like a high school reunion: bumping into people you once knew so well but who have now become strangers, and now you hardly know to strike up a conversation. But just like a reunion, you have two choices: runaway and give up on the relationship for good, or force the smalltalk until you break into something real. If you’re lucky, by the end of the night, you can be laughing and having a great time, saying it’s like things “never changed at all” before you’re through. A book is the same way. 

Just as we bring up “the good ‘ol times” in conversations, it’s important to revisit what made you write the book in the first place. Some things that have helped me have included: 

  • Taking notes of my character’s planned emotional and physical arcs over the course of the book. This way if I lose investment or take too much time away and begin to lose that connection to their emotional state, I can return to my notes and see where I wanted them to be and start to understand their state of mind again and their purpose in my story. 
  • Take notes of your planned plot or, if you’re not a structured planner, some things you hope to happen in the story or directions you might like it to go. This will be your road map later if you get lost along the way. 
  • Make a playlist (or other art form, if you’re a painter, poet, etc.) that reminds you of your story. Listening to these songs later can help you to revisit the mindset you were in while writing and spark that creativity. 
  • Go back and reread some of your older, already written chapters. This can help you to remember what the tone of the story was and how the dialogue was sounding. If you don’t and take a long break in the story, there’s a large chance that your story will end up disjointed with two separate narrative styles and tones that will be jarring for the readers (and yourself as you read it back later). This can also trigger the memory of how it felt to write this story last time and to hopefully help you to continue writing it again. 
  • Practice writing a scene with your character(s) that won’t make it into the book. Jumping right back into the novel can seem daunting at times, so it may help to open a new document and write a random event just for practice on regaining and writing your character. Other useful exercises might include an interview, biography, or sample social media account for your character if applicable. 
  • Just keep writing. Sometimes you have to write something terrible to break through to something good. But don’t worry. The delete button exists for a reason, and the editing process will be a lifesaver down the line. 

To all the writers out there: how do you keep yourself focused and interested during the course of writing a novel? Do you have any tips for maintaining writing momentum?

Feel free to add to this post or submit your own advice to share with your fellow writers at ancwritingresources.tumblr.com

A hack to improve your concentration while writing: listen to one song on repeat. I know this suggestion sounds weird and annoying, but it works. The song becomes white noise before long. The constant stimulus will keep that wandering part of your brain from growing too restless, while simultaneously drowning out more engaging distractions. In my experience, it’s easier to “stop hearing” instrumental songs, but songs with vocals also work nicely.  

I’ve already written about ambient noise having a similar effect on productivity, but sometimes it’s just nice to write to music. Especially if you know of a song that will fit a scene perfectly. 

an ask meme for fic writers ♥
  • 1: what inspires you?
  • 2: one of your favorite comments/reviews on this chapter/verse?
  • 3: what motivates you?
  • 4: what time of the day/night do you like to write?
  • 5: do you write scenes in a linear fashion or do you write future scenes/dialogues sometimes?
  • 6: hardest/easiest character to write for?
  • 7: hardest/easiest verse to write for?
  • 8: (if you have either or both) how do you manage time with writing, work, school etc.?
  • 9: what tv shows, books, or movies inspire for this verse, if any?
  • 10: any writing advice?
  • 11: (if you use) what do you like about archiveofourown?
  • 12: anything you would do to make archiveofourown different/change it?
  • 13: why did ___(character) do ____ in this fic/verse/chapter/scene?
  • 14: what is the arc for this character (redemption, etc.)? 
  • 15: ask me any spoilers you’re curious about for a verse, and i’ll post the answer in the tags
  • 16: do you ever hand write? why or why not?
  • 17: do you listen to music while you write?
  • 18: any fanmixes you’ve made for this fic/verse?
  • 19: any edits or art you’ve made for this fic/verse/any edits readers have made? if not, what visuals would you use for one?
  • 20: what songs were you listening to during this scene/chapter?
  • 21: this character’s best/worst memory?
  • 22: favorite line/quote/inner monologue from this character?
  • 23: feelings on epistolary fic?
  • 24: do you outline?
  • 25: if you outline, do you edit it frequently?
  • 26: anything you’re planning to write in your fic that you’re worried readers might like?
  • 27: when you read fic, how often do you comment?
  • 28: any scene/line you wrote that you didn’t expect to write/that surprised you once it was written?
  • 29: do you eat or drink anything while you write?
  • 30: any backstory questions about characters
  • 31: any other questions you want to ask
  • 32: what are your stats for this story/verse?
  • 33: favorite one-shot you’ve written?
  • 34: a scene/paragraph you wrote that you’re proud of
  • 35: any foreshadowing/symbolism you wrote that you hope readers didn’t miss?
  • 36: any scenes you wrote that parallel the canon verse?
  • 37: do you use quotes in the beginning notes/intro to your chapters? if so, what are some of your favorites/what are their significance?
  • 38: do you title your chapters? what’s your favorite chapter title? what’s its significance/why did you choose it?
  • 39: any alternate fic titles you were considering for this verse?
  • 40: chapter you’re most proud of in this verse?
  • 41: chapter that was the most fun to write in this verse?
  • 42: five songs that this character has on their iPod/iPhone?
  • 43: emoji this character uses the most whilst texting?
  • 44: have you shared your outline with anyone? if so, what did they think of it?
  • 45: anyone you share excerpts with?
  • 46: story with the most kudos (AO3)?
  • 47: story with the most comments?
  • 48: a happy future moment you’ve written/have planned for this ship? (will post under read more for spoilers)
  • 49: this character’s starbucks order?
  • 50: this character’s guilty pleasure?
Not Enough

PAIRING: Reader x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes 

WORD COUNT: 4.1K (it’s a monster)

WARNINGS: SMUT, Threesome, Oral (male receiving and female receiving) ANGST.

Well, it has been a while, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for a long time. But I poured myself a cup of tea and forced myself to finish this. I’m not sure if I like how this turned out, but it’s better than nothing. This fic is based around the song by James Blunt “Don’t Give Me Those Eyes” you can listen to it here. I hope you enjoy x 

Gif Not Mine

Originally posted by piscesandpercy

Staring at you naked
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it
And we can’t tell anyone

Your mind raced as you how you found yourself in this situation. Tony’s big plan of whisking everyone off to Las Vegas for the weekend seemed like such an innocent one. Well as innocent as a weekend in Vegas could be, but still how you found yourself stood fully clothed staring at the two Adonis-like men. Chests bare, their jeans low on their hips. Both of them sporting straining bulges (a fact that you noticed right away) Yeah, you still quite hadn’t worked that one out yet.

“You gonna keep us waiting doll?” your eyes flicked to the brunette with uncertainty. Steve picked up on this, walking over to you slowly as not to startle you.

“We want this (Y/N), we want you. And I know you want us both” well shit. You thought, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. This was dangerous, so dangerous. After all, they were the couple in this situation and they were practically laying it out on a silver platter for you. You were not sure of the rules in this situation; yes you had been with other men before. And often wondered what it would be like with more than one partner in the bedroom, but here they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier wanted to have a threesome with you.

Keep reading

The Song

Note: I don’t know about you guys, but I need some water. I got too into this. OH and idk why but Partition reminds me of Bucky. so I used that, I hope that’s okay! thanks for the request, I really hope you enjoyed this! feedback is ALWAYS welcome! .c

Request: Here’s something I think you’d write really well… Bucky is your boyfriend and you’re a singer and you write all of these seriously sexy songs, he sees your show one night and hears all these hot n heavy songs about him and when he gets you home, he does all sorts. - @fridamoss

-SMUT WARNING-


Singing was one of the things you enjoyed the most. Sure, killing bad guys and fighting alongside your boyfriend and fellow badass teammates couldn’t compare. But this was something you did to get your mind off of it. The process of writing a love song, a song about sadness, or a song about your sexy boyfriend, took you to a place you revisited as often as possible.

You sang at a little open mic place. It had a small stage and a bar, tables littered in between. Pool tables and dart boards near the back. It was usually full when people knew you’d be performing on a certain night during the week. You loved when so many people came to listen to you, even if you were sorta famous for being an Avenger.

Tonight, you were singing a new song you had written. It was about your boyfriend and he was finally able to have a night off. He had been stuck with nightly missions along with Steve and Wanda for a while. Everyone has come to see you, all but them three. Though it was only Bucky coming tonight. Steve had a much needed date with Sharon planned and Wanda was going to be helping Vision with something.

You were extra nervous about tonight. Bucky didn’t know about the songs you sang about him, nor did he know you wrote about him at all. He knew you sang, but this was definitely going to surprise him.

You stared at yourself in the mirror backstage, sighing out. You were wearing a sexy black dress with black heels to match. You tapped your heel nervously against the floor, the sound echoing through the silent dressing room.

The crowd was cheering as Jimmy, the artist before you, had just finished his song. You took a deep breath and walked out of your dressing room, walking down the dimly lit hallway that led to the stage. A girl that worked backstage smiled at you as you walked by. “Good luck!” She said before giving you a gentle pat on your shoulder. You smiled and thanked her softly.

Jimmy walked down the steps and smiled at you. “Good luck out there, Y/N.” He said, holding his guitar by the neck as he gave you a high five. “Thanks Jimmy Jam!” You said, causing him to chuckle at his nickname you gave him a while ago. You slowly walked up the stairs, letting the crowd settle down. Patrick, the owner of the place, was introducing you and you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for your cue.

Patrick smiled at you, sending you a wink. “And now, who you’ve all been waiting for, may I present to you: Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd cheered and you walked onto the stage, smiling and waving at the crowd. Patrick gave you the microphone and placed a kiss to both of your cheeks. “Good luck, Y/N.” Patrick said before hopping off the stage. You sighed out and put the mic on the stand.

The crowd finished cheering and you spotted Bucky near the front, a smirk on his face. You winked at him then looked out at everyone. There was a lot more people here than any other night and you swallowed your nerves. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” You asked, the crowd cheering loudly in response. You giggled. “Great. Well, this song is a new one. I wrote it for a certain someone and I hope you like it.” You said, blushing a little as Bucky sat towards the edge of his seat.

The music started playing and the crowd started to cheer, dancing along to the beat. “Driver roll up the partition, please.” Your voice rang through, every lyric sang with sexiness and a sensual feel. Bucky bit his lip as he watched you sing, his eyes drinking in your figure. He listened closely to every word, his eyes glued to yours as you sang words of sultry and utter naughtiness.

You let your hands move up and down your body as you kept singing, staring straight at Bucky. “Hand prints and good grips on my ass.” Bucky’s mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and his thoughts going wild. You knew the effect this song would have on him and you hoped it was working. By the looks of his face right now, you knew you had reeled him in.

You sang and kept your eyes on Bucky. You wrote the last bit in French, knowing Bucky had been brushing up on his language skills. He wanted to learn as many languages as he could, and you knew he was excellent at French. Adding that to the mix was an added bonus. “Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire l'activité physique.” You said, your voice drawing Bucky in even more.

The song came to an end and the crowd cheered as loud as they could, making you smile and blush. “Thank you!” You said before walking off stage. You breathed out and laughed to yourself, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh my gosh.” You whispered, not believing you just sang that in front of everyone including the man it was about.

You quickly gathered your things and left backstage, walking over to the table Bucky was sitting at. “Hey, baby.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, his stubble rubbing against your lips. Bucky turned to you, his eyes following your figure to where you sat across from him. Bucky’s bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth. He was looking at you with that look. That look that meant he wanted you underneath him, begging for him.

Bucky licked his lips and smiled, his white teeth shining as he tucked his hair behind his ear. “That was…” Bucky trailed off, his eyes falling from your eyes, to your lips, then to your cleavage. “Was?” You questioned, leaning in slightly. You raised your heel under the table, rubbing it up against the inside of Bucky’s leg. A small gasp fell from Bucky’s mouth and his eyes shot up to stare into yours. “Doll, we need to get home.” Bucky said, standing to his feet.

You smirked then quickly put on a small frown. “Aww, but I only just finished. Can’t we stay for a bit?” You playfully pouted, slumping your shoulders a tad. “Please?” You added, cupping your hands together. Bucky rubbed his bottom lip, clicking his tongue. 

He stepped over to you and bent down, his metal hand resting on the table as his flesh hand rested on your partly exposed thigh. “Daddy suggests you get your pretty little ass in the car, or he’ll fuck you on this table for everyone to see. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his voice low and taunting.

You gasped and stood to your feet, your pussy becoming wet from his words. Your face was red with blush as Bucky grabbed your hand and kissed your temple. You nervously waved at a few faces in the crowd that said goodbye to you, letting Bucky pull you along to the entrance doors.

The chilly night air made you inhale sharply through your teeth and Bucky hurriedly pulled you along the sidewalk. “Bucky, slow down!” You said, your heels clicking loudly as you all but ran beside Bucky. Bucky slowed per your request and you let out a sigh. “Once we get home, you better be ready.” Bucky said lowly, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly.

You smirked and finally reached the car. Bucky opened your door for you and before you could get in, Bucky came up behind you. You felt his crotch press into you and his hands gently lifted up your dress a tad, his flesh hand rubbing the skin of your inner thigh. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you right here.” Bucky said, moving your hair to one shoulder, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck.

A gasp fell from your lips and you closed your eyes. “I-I-” You only managed to let a pitiful stutter fall from your lips as Bucky bit down on your skin, slightly sucking. You moaned out, not caring if you were loud. Bucky smirked and pulled away from your neck with a wet noise. “No reason?” Bucky asked, thrusting his crotch into you.

Bucky was already sporting an erection and your mouth watered at the thought of his glistening red tip and swollen cock. “You wouldn’t want another man to see me get fucked, would you?” You questioned, knowing how jealous and protective Bucky could get.

You smirked to yourself after hearing Bucky sigh heavily and deeply. “Every man in there had his eyes on you. You’re my girl. My Doll. Get in.” Bucky said as he pulled away from you. You bit your lip and got in the car, Bucky shutting your door and crossing over to the drivers side.


Bucky’s hands were all over you as soon as you stepped into the tower, making your way to the elevator. You giggled softly and gasped when you saw Sam and Clint standing near the common room.  Bucky removed his hands from your ass, hoping they didn’t see. “Y/N! How was the show?” Sam asked, a wide smile on his face.

You heard Bucky sigh and you decided to prolong his arousal, making him wait for you. You walked over to the two men, pulling Bucky along. “It was so much fun! Wasn’t it, Bucky?” You beamed, looking up at your overly turned on boyfriend. Bucky nodded, keeping your body in front of his prominent bulge. “It was amazing, baby.” Bucky breathed out shakily, his lips in a tight smile.

Clint raised an eyebrow. “She sang the song.” Sam gasped, looking over at Clint with an amused smile. Clint’s eyes widened and the two men both started to laugh, leaning into each other for support. You blushed and grabbed Bucky’s jacket, pulling him away. “Bye boys.” You sang softly, watching Bucky stare back at them in confusion.

As you stepped into the elevator, Bucky looked down at you. “How’d they know?” Bucky asked, curiosity laced in his husky voice. You shrugged your shoulders a tad. “They found my journal.” You said, being totally honest. Bucky sighed deeply and his hands rested on your hips.

Bucky bent down just enough to where his lips were ghosting over yours. “This dress,” Bucky whispered, tugging on it gently, “needs to go.” Bucky finished, his hands moving down to grip your ass, giving it a harsh spank. You gasped and let out a high pitched moan. Bucky chuckled darkly, his eyes on yours.

The elevator came to a stop and Bucky moved his hands from your ass, pulling you by your hand to his bedroom. Your heels were the only sound in the hallway. Bucky pushed his door open and shut it, shoving your back into it. You grunted softly, looking up at Bucky with an innocent expression.

Bucky bit his lip, his eyes raking up and down your body before they stopped at your mid-section. His hand lifted under your dress, his eyes on your face. You felt his middle finger rub against your clit through your panties, adding a little pressure. Your breathing came out heavy as you looked down, the sight of his arm sticking out from your dress making you whimper.

A soft moan fell from Bucky’s lips as he started rubbing the length of his finger along your slit. “Daddy wants to see how wet you are, Doll. Can he?” Bucky asked, using his other hand to lift your chin up to look at him. You nodded, making a small “mhm” sound. Bucky smirked and used his hands to pull down your panties, his body crouching down as he went.

Bucky’s eyes stayed locked on yours and he was on his knees now, your panties around your ankles. Bucky’s hands made their way up the back of your legs and a shiver coursed through your body. Bucky smirked and lifted your dress, his eyes falling onto your pussy. Bucky let out a breath, licking his lips as a smile tugged at the corners.

You whimpered and shuffled on your heels. “Buckyyy.” You moaned, your impatience growing stronger. Bucky leaned in and used his fingers to spread your lips open. You let your head fall against the door as you felt Bucky’s breath fanning across your pussy. “Y/N, you’re glistening. Are you that turned on?” Bucky asked as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

You nodded. “I-I am.” You said, looking back down at Bucky. He started to lean in, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. You gasped and breathed heavily, excited to feel his mouth on your pussy. Bucky licked a long stripe from your opening to your clit and you moaned out, your hand flying to his thick hair as the tip of his tongue flicked against your clit.

A groan fell from Bucky’s lips and he attached his lips around your clit, creating small sucking motions as he continued watching your face. Your hips jerked into Bucky and he groaned again, using his tongue to lightly flick across your clit back and forth. “Bucky, yes.” You moaned, tugging on his hair. “More.” You pleaded, watching Bucky’s blue eyes focusing on you.

He smiled against your pussy and he sloppily made out with it, gently wiggling his head back and forth. His hair tickled your thighs and you moaned again, your legs slightly buckling under you. Bucky’s hands held your dress up at your waist, gripping onto you so you wouldn’t fall. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” You moaned, feeling Bucky’s fingers dig into your waist and you could hear the wet sounds from in between your thighs.

Bucky suddenly pulled away, making you whine. Bucky smirked up at you and his chin was covered in your juices. Bucky slipped your dress over you, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes fell to your breasts, his metal hand reaching up to grasp one. You moaned softly as he pinched your hardened nipple. “You’re so gorgeous.” Bucky said, pulling you over to his bed.

Bucky gently pushed you backwards. You giggled as you bounced slightly on the mattress, biting your lip. Bucky unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the floor. Your eyes were focused on him as he slipped his pants off. You could see his cock in his tight boxers, the sight causing your mouth to water.

You sat up a little to take off your heels, but Bucky grabbed your wrist. “Please, keep them on.” Bucky said, making you smirk. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, leaning back on your elbows. Bucky gripped your ankles, gently yanking you closer to the edge of the bed. “You drive me crazy, Doll. Daddy wants you so bad right now. I need that little pussy of yours.“ Bucky groaned, hovering over you. “I want you to behave, understand?” Bucky asked, staring into your eyes.

Gulping, you nodded. “Yes.” You whispered, feeling small underneath Bucky. “Yes, what?” Bucky asked, spreading your legs open more. You inhaled shakily as his hands left your skin. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, watching Bucky bite his lip. “Good girl.” He praised, standing to his feet. 

“I want you to beg for me, Doll.” Bucky said, slipping off his boxers. You saw his thick cock spring free, a small gasp escaping your lips. You wanted to lean up and shove him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, but you knew better. 

Bucky started to slowly stroke his cock, gathering the pre-cum and spreading it along. “You enjoyed teasing me back there, didn’t you?” Bucky asked, the memory of you eye fucking him and seducing him with your hands moving all over your body fresh in your mind. You nodded slightly, letting your eyes slowly drink in his body, until you met his eyes. “I did. I loved it.” You said, moving your right heel to travel up the side of Bucky’s leg.

He smirked and softly slapped it away. You frowned and looked at Bucky innocently. “I want your cock.” You said, spreading your legs more. Bucky’s eyes fell to your pussy and you smirked, reaching your hand down to rub your clit. Bucky growled, quickly moving your hand away. “Behave.” He ordered, making you whine. “Daddy, please. I’m so ready for you.” You said, creasing your eyebrows and biting the tip of your finger.

Bucky watched you closely and you smiled at him. “Please, fuck me. Make me scream.” You begged desperately, watching Bucky’s hand speed up a tad. Bucky swallowed thickly, his eyes raking up and down your body. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” Bucky breathed out, squeezing his cock a little. “Seems like Daddy is losing his patience on his own.” You said, a slight giggle in your voice. Bucky growled and stopped stroking himself.

Bucky gripped your ankles, making you gasp. “You want me to make you scream?” Bucky asked, raising your legs to rest on his broad shoulders. You nodded, licking your lips. “Please, make me scream so loud. I want you to pound into me, make me cum all over you. I need you.” You begged, watching Bucky’s eyes close, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. “Fuuuck.” He said quietly.

Bucky’s eyes shot open and he gripped his cock, gently rubbing it up and down your slit. You moaned and let your head fall back against the mattress. Bucky slid his tip inside of you, making you gasp. “You’re such a dirty girl.” Bucky said, sliding in further. 

You felt his hands rest by your sides and you looked into his eyes. He smirked and slammed his hips into you. You moaned out louder, his cock filling you up. “Fuck, you’re so big!” You whimpered, making Bucky chuckle. 

He started to thrust in and out of you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” Bucky rasped, moving your legs down to wrap around his waist. You gripped onto his hair, your fingers tangling into it tightly. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.” You pleaded, feeling your pussy clench around Bucky’s thick cock. He growled and picked you up by your waist, moving you up towards the headboard.

Your head rested on the pillows and Bucky shoved his cock deeper into you. You moaned, arching your back. Bucky took that chance to suck on one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it gently. Your hands flew to his hair again, tugging on it harshly. He groaned, his thrusts getting harder, the bed slamming into the wall. “Yes, Daddy!” You screamed. Bucky pulled away and looked at your face, moaning when your mouth fell slack at a particularly hard thrust.

Bucky reached down to rub your clit and you relaxed your back to look down at his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. “I love your fucking pussy. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Writing and singing about me,” Bucky groaned, his cock twitching, “teasing me. Dammit, you’re so beautiful.” Bucky growled loudly, surely the others could hear you two, though you didn’t care.

Your heels dug into Bucky’s back and you gasped for air, feeling yourself getting closer. You tugged on Bucky’s hair and pulled him down to kiss you. You heard him moan as he bit your lip, his hand squeezing your ass, spanking you. “You’re such a fucking good girl for Daddy.” Bucky said against your mouth. You moaned, fighting your tongues together, his dominating yours.

Bucky pulled away, leaning his head against your forehead. Bucky’s thighs slapped against yours and you felt his cock twitch again, making you cry out. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You yelled, squeezing your legs around Bucky’s waist tightly. Bucky’s thrusts didn’t falter and his hand sped up on your clit. “Daddy wants your cum, Doll. Fuck yeah, I love it when you clench around m-me, FUCK!” Bucky growled, thrusting so hard you were breasts were bouncing up and down.

Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you started to cum. You screamed, drawing it out like blood murder. “YES, BUCKY!” You cried out, hearing Bucky moaning as loud as he could. You whimpered loudly, feeling Bucky’s cum filling you up in hot spurts, slowly dripping out of you.

Bucky slammed into you a few more times, riding out both of your orgasms. Bucky collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing heavy and coming out in short huffs. “Holy shit.” Bucky rasped, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You held Bucky close, your pussy throbbing even more than before. “God, I need to sing to you more often.” You said, breathless. Bucky chuckled lazily, moving off of you.

Bucky sighed, completely worn out. “Fuck.” He said, a wide smile on his face. You turned your head to look at him and you smiled, reaching for his hand. “That was so,” “Amazing.” Bucky finished, making you giggle. 

You slowly sat up, a groan falling from your lips. Bucky helped you up, slipping off your heels. “Was I too rough?” Bucky asked worriedly, standing to his feet. You blushed, loving how he was concerned. “No, I’m just a little sore is all.” You said softly.

You watched Bucky leave and come back with a damp wash rag, cleaning you both up. Bucky gave you one of his t-shirts to wear and he slipped on a pair of clean boxers. He handed you a pair of clean panties you had in his drawer, helping you slip them on. 

You exchanged shy glances and a knock on the door stopped you from saying something. Bucky walked over and opened it and you saw Sam standing there, his eyes meeting yours.

“Can you sing to me?”

Note: LET ME GO DIE? THANKS. .c

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How to learn foreign languages

Hello, guys!

I`ve said before I`m interested in foreign languages. I learn English and Italian only but I hope one day this list will get bigger. So, I wanted to share my experience in learning languages with you all.

At first. If you are not very organized (i am)  it will be good for you to find a school of foreign languages or a teacher.  As to me I prefer to study with a group. This way you can practice your speaking skills not only with your teacher but also with people whose knowledge is the same as yours. Better to study with people your age. So, my English group consists of three 16 year olds (I`m 16 too), Italian: 18 year old and 24 year old girls.  I feel myself okay with them all. 

Doesn`t matter if you have classes with teacher / group or learn language yourself you can use all of these tips to improve your skills.

To know any language well you have to be good at 4 things:


                              ○ Listening

                             ○ Speaking

                             ○ Reading

                             ○ Writing


Let`s talk about all of them.

Listening.  You need to listen and understand what you`re listening to. How to do this?

              • Watch films, tv shows, youtube videos, cartoons in the language you learn with subtitles. For example you start with subs in your native language, watch, listen, read subs and try to ‘connect’ them. When your skills will get better watch with subs in this language, to understand written text is easier than just speech. Also you will know how some words are pronounced.

              (I think everybody knows English speaking Youtubers or at least it`s not difficult to find them, what I can`t say about other languages. So I made two playlist of Italian and RussianYoutubers I like. Check it out if you learn one of them.)

              • Music. When 2 years ago I became interested in English I started with this. I was listening to the song while reading its lyrics in English, then in Russian, than in English and in Russian again. Repeat it hundreds of times. Or at least just listen to music in this language.

              • Audiobooks and podcasts.  You can just listen to them like podcasts or listen while you are reading (the same book of course). Almost the same thing like watching films with subtitles. You can find original book or adapted for your level.  

              • Exercises.  Buy a book or find on the internet listening exercises for your language and do it.

Speaking.  It`s quiet easy. Just speak.

              • With yourself, oh how many time I did it and heard that my friends had done it too. In the car, at home, etc. You can record it for the memory or to listen it later and find your own mistakes. It`s okay, if you are alone now, speak with yourself.

              • If you have a friend who learns the same language offer him/her to speak this language always or just sometimes.

              • If your lever is good start a channel on Youtube.  You will have to speak really a lot. There`s no other way, your speaking will get really better.

 

Reading.  

              • Learn lots of words. To know the language fluently you have to know many words.  So, develop your vocabulary.

              • Read and translate quotes, phrases and so on. It is not hard to open Tumblr/twitter/etc. and read some but it is helpful.  

              • Books, stories, fan fictions, blogs, etc. Just read a lot.

Writing. (spelling)

              • To improve your spelling just rewrite texts of your level. You can find more here.

              • Do lots of exercises. As I have already said you can buy a book or find them on the internet.

               so, i hope some of these tips i know will help ypu to achieve the success. 


(and i wanna thank my sister for being my ‘model’. follow her instagram!)

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Harry Styles interview: Music is 'like therapy,' and 'honesty' is his drug
The' self-titled debut album from the One Direction singer comes out Friday.

Promoting a new album is hard work, and for Harry Styles, that work involves gamely commenting on One Direction fan-fiction theories.

“Oh, is that a thing?” he said, amused by the internet chatter linking his new song Sweet Creature to his 1D bandmate Louis Tomlinson. “Well, whatever it is that it makes one feel. But I think if you listen to the lyrics, you can work out what it’s about.”

Styles’ charming, British-accented modesty aside, the 23-year-old One Direction singer is poised to become one of the world’s biggest pop stars with the release of his self-titled debut album (out Friday), a collection of music that Styles describes as “songs about stories, and another group of songs delving into, ‘Why did I feel like that.’”

His first single Sign of the Times was a Biblically-epic debut, drawing comparisons to David Bowie and Elton John, a logical progression from the classic-rock nostalgia heard on One Direction’s final two albums. But Styles, and his similarly-aged fans, grew up in an era of music where genre distinctions have melted together, and his album spends just as much time dabbling in twangy folk and modern alt-pop than the stadium-rock of his former band.

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BTS Dishes About Their US Tour, Songwriting Process, & Onstage Style

K-Pop fans worldwide are obsessed with chart-topping musical sensation BTS – made up by Rap Monster, Jin, SUGA, V, J-Hope, Jimin, and Jungkook –  and not without great cause. The guys’ songs transcend languages, and resonate with listeners all over the world. TWIST caught up with the band during their latest tour of the United States to ask all about their experiences traveling the world, their musical influences, and what it’s like getting recognized by fans. Check out our exclusive Q&A below.

TWIST: What are you most excited about for your return to the US?

BTS: The size of the tour got much bigger than last time we were in the US back in 2015. It’s almost 10-fold this time. 5 arena shows in 3 cities sold out in less than 5 minutes! We’re amazed by the fact fans in the USA are passionate and supportive and we’re super excited to come back to meet them all.

TWIST: What is the most exciting part of touring around the world, and what has been the most challenging so far?

BTS: The most exciting part of touring around the world is that you get the unique opportunity to meet different people from various background. Regardless of their differences, they sing BTS songs in unison and cheer for us, and it is very special experience for all of the band. On the other hand, the most challenging part has been the life on the road, being far away from our family and friends for weeks.

TWIST: Which of your songs are you most looking forward to performing on this part of the tour?

Rap Monster: “Spring Day.” I wrote the main melody for the lead single for the first time and also wrote lyrics.

SUGA: “Spring Day.” I wrote main lyrics based on my personal experience with old friends. It is about my sad memories with him and it makes me sentimental whenever I listen to the song.

Jungkook: “Not Today.” It has the coolest beat of all songs in the album and I personally like the choreography for the song.

J Hope: “FIRE.” It has always been my favorite and the song has all the essence of BTS can show to the audience on stage.

TWIST: What’s the best piece of advice you’ve gotten in your career?

Rap Monster: “If you’re tied up with not gaining approval from others, you’ll never be able to move forward.”

TWIST: How would you say you and your sound have evolved over the years since first forming the group?

BTS: BTS sound has evolved since our debut in 2013 but has rooted its music in western pop music and hip-hop. We try to adapt all the hottest trends in pop music scene and that’s why fans around the world like it despite the cultural differences. All members listen to different genres of music all the time, from EDM, hip-hop, R&B to hip-house… and we believe BTS is kind of creating a new category of music genre beyond K-Pop.

TWIST: Do you remember the first song you ever wrote, what it was about, and what inspired you to write it?

Rap Monster: I don’t remember the name of the song, but there was an online community of amateur rappers who gathered together. I downloaded a beat from another amateur beat maker and I wrote a song based off of that. The song didn’t really make much sense, I just wrote it using every hard word I possibly knew. I actually found the song 2 years ago on my computer and listened to it thinking “What is this?” It was a mess.

TWIST: Have you ever written a song in a strange or unusual place? Or been inspired by something totally random?

Rap Monster: So many, I think I wrote a song while I was at the Grand Canyon in 2009. I had a trip to Vegas/Grand Canyon and I think I wrote a song there because I was shocked by the scenery. I definitely don’t remember what it was about though.

TWIST: Who are some artists that you would love to collaborate with?

BTS: There are so many artists we would love to collaborate with, such as Drake, J Cole, Justin Bieber… The list goes on and on.

TWIST: Which other artists/songs are on your personal playlists?

BTS: Drake “Fake Love”, The 1975, Kehlani, Lorde.

TWIST: How would you describe your personal fashion senses?

BTS: It’s mix of gothic and Japanese street wear. My recent favorite brands are WTAPS, Neighborhood and Yoji Yamamoto.

TWIST: And how does your personal style differ from the costumes you wear onstage?

BTS: Onstage clothing for BTS is custom-made to maximize our performance while being matched with the concept of each song.

TWIST: What is it like when fans recognize you on the street/ask for photos? Is it crazy? Surreal? Overwhelming?

Rap Monster: It’s a really nice experience to have somebody who knows me, but sometimes I like to be alone and hang around the city. I think it depends on the situation. There are some situations that I want to not be noticed by others, but people easily notice me. I’ve been told that I’m too unique (my walk and my clothes) and I’m easy to recognize, and I think that’s really nice. If I’m an artist or an idol and nobody knows me that would be sad.

TWIST: Can you share a fun fact about one of your other band members that you don’t think even the most dedicated fans will know?

Rap Monster: Many people think that SUGA is like the Grandfather of the group, but he acts more like a little kid. Jimin is the opposite, he looks like a baby but inside he’s mature and like a Grandfather.

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HAPPIER

HAPPIER | PETER PARKER X READER

based off of an Ed Sheeran’s song, Happier

Feel free to listen to it while reading to amp up you emotion level.

(A/N); Look who manage to put out a story again!!! For the first time, I’ve written a song inspired one-shot, so forgive me if it’s not so good. I’m not super proud of some parts in here, you’ll understand why. I did have to change up a little part of the song to fit the story better, you’ll see it when you reach it. Hope you enjoy! (Also, hmu if ya wanna be tagged in my future posts)

Warnings; a single swear word (I think), and a huge amount of angst

Word Count; 2964


‘Don’t do this—’

‘I’m doing this for you.’

You shook you head, tears rolling down your eyes. 

‘No, Peter. You’re doing this for you.’


Peter had to break up with you. By having you involve in his Spider-Man life—it’s too dangerous. Too dangerous for yourself and everyone around you. He didn’t want to risk hurting you in any possible way.

But, in the end, this did hurt you.

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i just.. . can’t get over sign of the times. there is so much feeling in it - hope, desperation, strength, vulnerability, pain, love, bravery - and all of it is so palpable, i feel like i can taste it in the air while the song’s playing. he pulls you in at the very first note and tangles you into his soul with every note after that. the energy in his voice just. it washes over you, wave after wave, like an ocean of electricity and emotion. 

Broadway (part one)

*Alexander x reader x Lin
*Modern
*Word count: 2075 (I would’ve written more but I have homework whoopS)

Summary: Alexander somehow appears backstage at the Richard Rodgers Theatre in reader’s dressing room while she’s getting ready for the show (she plays Eliza) and she has to struggle and hide him while figuring out how to get him back to his original time… It doesn’t help that she may or may not have a huGE crush on Lin, either.

A/N: I might turn this into a series, tell me what you guys think, I think someone has written something similar to this before but idk I was listening to Lin’s playlist he made for writer’s block and I just got this idea?? (By the way there are really great songs on that playlist, if you haven’t listened to it, I suggest you do, so here you go: https://play.spotify.com/user/tobillo24601/playlist/62zU4Myg727ABmYCdKqR2O )

Warnings: love triangle (???) ,, swearing ,,, uh nothing unusual

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It had been an average day at Richard Rodgers Theatre, you were currently getting ready for the afternoon show, running a hand through your hair with a content sigh. Today, you were making your broadway debut at Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton after Pippa had left the show, the wide smile never leaving your face as you got the news from both Lin and Pippa, claiming they both thought you’d be perfect for the role.

But, to say you were nervous was an understatement, you were about to make your Broadway debut as your dream role, Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton.

You stared at yourself in the large mirror, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, you looked so different as you tried to get around the fact that women actually wore corsets everyday, how they did it was crazy. You continued admiring yourself when there was a knock at the door, knocking you out of your trance as you yelled out for them to come in, and in walked Lin with a bouquet of pink roses, a cheesy grin never leaving his face as he presented them to you.

“Well hello there, my dear wife,” Lin smirked, handing you the roses, “here’s some roses for your Broadway debut.” You blushed, taking the roses and smiling up at him in gratitude, before setting them down on your vanity and stepping up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, my dear husband,” you joked, the smile never leaving your face as you suddenly noticed a pink tint to his face, trying to ignore it. It meant nothing. You thought to yourself, shaking your head.

It was silent for a few minutes before he looked around the room a bit, letting out a breath, “well, I’m gonna go finish getting ready, I’ll see you out there, gorgeous.” He winked playfully, before excusing himself and leaving the room, closing the door behind you.

After he was gone, you turned your attention back to the pink roses on your vanity, letting out a quiet squeal at the mere thought of him getting them for you, even though it meant absolutely nothing but a symbol of friendship. You tried to shake that thought off though, not wanting it to bum you out right before you went on stage.

The five minute call soon echoed, telling everyone to get in their places and get ready. You let out a sigh, taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You could do this. You’ve worked your entire life for this moment and you weren’t going to throw away your shot. You snorted at the Hamilton pun, chuckling a bit before adding some last finishing touches when-

THUMP!

You frowned at the sound, setting down the lipstick tube you were using and looking around the room, your eyebrows furrowing when you heard a soft groan of pain somewhere in the room. “What in the hell..” You thought to yourself, walking towards the direction of the sound slowly and when you reached the source, you grew even more confused. What the hell was Lin doing in your room - better yet, how the hell did he get in here without you noticing?

“Lin, how the hell did you get in here,” you wondered aloud, reaching down so you were face to face with the groaning man. When he didn’t answer, you scoffed, shaking your head. “Lin, come on, we have to get to places.” You muttered, gripping Lin by the hand so you can lift him up, which made him finally open his eyes and furrow his brows.

“E-Eliza?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Lin, I get your trying to get into Hamilton’s headspace or something, but you don’t need to call me Eliza.” The man’s frown deepened as he shook his head, “who is Lin?” You turned back to face him, letting out a frustrated sigh, “Lin, this isn’t the time for jokes. We gotta go-” You paused as you took in his outfit… It was bloody, and looked very… realistic for a costume.

“I’m afraid I do not know who this Lin is, Eliza, what are you talking about?” He spoke, standing with a firm posture, no emotion except confusion evident on his features. You frowned, “hang on, what year do you think this is?” Please don’t let this be like one of those cheesy fanfictions I’ve read.. You begged mentally as he thought for a moment before answering, “uh… 1776?” You groaned, running a hand through your hair, “oh god… No, no, no, please tell me you’re not actually Alexander Hamilton. Lin, come on, you gotta be joking, right?” You begged, looking up at him with widened eyes.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Look, ms, I do not know who you are-” “Y/n Y/l/n” you stated, cutting him off which made him widen his eyes. “Don’t you know not to cut someone off when they are speaking, Ms. Y/l/n?” You groan. “Because that is extremely disrespectful.” You were about to speak when the speakers went off again, calling for everyone to take their places. “Look, Mr. Hamilton, I gotta go… Just stay here, k? I’ll be back in a bit..” You paused, “and whatever you do, do not leave this room.” You said pointedly, narrowing your eyes at the surprised man who just nodded his head quickly.

You let out a light sigh, turning around and picking up your skirts so you could quickly rush out the door, closing it immediately behind you.

“You ready?” You heard a familiar voice behind you, making you jump and turn around to see Daveed, the similar cheeky grin he was always wearing, “y-yeah..” You breathed, nodding your head quickly. “Just nervous.”

Your attention was taken elsewhere when you heard Leslie start speaking:

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore…”


You let out a smile as you glided off the stage after that would be enough , thanking your castmates as they let out whoops and congratulations for you.

“You’re doing great, Y/n,” You heard from behind you, which made you turn around to see Jazzy and Renee, standing there with the same smile on their faces. You smiled back, pulling them into a group hug and letting out a soft squeal, “I can’t believe I’ve made it through half of act one!” You cheered, pulling away with the largest smile you could ever muster, before it faded as you remembered who was waiting in your dressing room. Alexander Hamilton. “Hey guys, I’m gonna go change, I’ll be right back.” You said, which was partially true, but you mainly just wanted to make sure Alexander didn’t decide to escape and wasn’t wandering around the theatre. God forbid that ever happened.

“Alexander?” You called softly as you stepped into the dressing room to see the man, who looked identical to Lin, sitting on the couch reading his biography. “God dammit,” you cursed softly, which apparently didn’t go unnoticed to the man. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to say such vile words?” He asked, looking up from the book. You rolled your eyes and made your way over to sit by him on the couch, “listen, Hamilton,” you paused, before continuing. “If you’re going to be here for awhile, we’re gonna have to get you caught up.” Your eyes lowered down to the biography in his hands. “And that certainly doesn’t include you reading your own biography.” You muttered, shaking your head.

He frowned before looking back at you, a pout that was similar to Lin’s - stop thinking about Lin. as he watched you take the biography from his grip. “Listen,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair, how were you going to do this? It wasn’t like you could take him out there in front of everyone in risk of everyone seeing Lin’s fucking twin.

“I gotta change,” you continued, which made him smirk. “Please, don’t let me stop you.” He winked, making you scoff and slap him lightly, “shut up and turn around. And if you turn around even a little bit,” you threatened, your voice lowering, “I will make sure you regret it.” He sighed, “fine.” He muttered, turning around and crossing his arms.

I also gotta find him a change of spare clothes, you thought to yourself, looking around the room for something he could wear, and of course, there was nothing. You sighed, peeling the dress of of you slowly to change into your new one, setting the old dress on the rack and putting on the new dress, letting out a huff at the uncomfortable corset.

Once you were done, you told him he could turn around, which he happily did, complaining about how sick of standing he was. You rolled your eyes and shushed him, before telling him to stay here as you got ready for your cue in Tomorrow there will be more of us, grabbing the fake piece of paper to glide out on stage, smiling at Leslie softly as he walked off the stage.

You let out a deep breath, before opening your mouth to speak..

“Alexander…”


You felt your throat tighten as you watched from the side-lines of Say no to this, knowing Jazzy would never actually do this, nor would Lin, and besides, it’s not like it would matter, you guys weren’t together. You sighed, watching as Jazzy walked off the stage and gave you a reassuring smile, because she was one of the only ones who knew about your crush.

The time seemed to flow by until burn finally arrived, the familiar tune playing as you made your way on stage slowly, sitting on the bench as you stared down at the props in front of you.

“I saved every letter you wrote me…”


It was finally the end of the show, and you had tears streaming down your face as you watched the song where Lin died take place, even though you had seen it a million times as the fill in bullet, playing it as Eliza made it 10x more painful to watch.

You took a bow, smiling and wiping away the tears as Lin stepped forward to thank the crowd, then coming back to you guys and motioned for a group hug, the whole cast laughing and forming a group crowd in front of the cheering audience.

After everyone pulled away and walked off stage, you immediately headed to your dressing room, promising the cast you’d be right back and not telling them the reason why you wandered off so quickly. It was to check up on a goddamn founding father.

“Alexander? Okay good, you didn’t wander off,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, smiling slightly as you wiped away remaining tears. “I could hear everyone performing from here, it sounded really good,” he smiled softly, making you nod your head in thanks before looking around.

“Okay well, I’m going to try and get you out of here as discretely as possible and get you back to my apartment so you can change… Uh, what else?” You thought before letting out a soft aha! And opened your mouth to speak again when~

“Hey Y/n, you alright? You seemed to- What the fuck.” You gulped as you looked between Lin and Alexander, your eyes widening in fear.

Oh shit.

Blind Musician

@redfirecatherinetodd I’m sorry it took so long but I finally did it!!

Request:  I love ur work. Do u think u could make a fanfic about Jason and a blind musician but she’s Damian’s friend so he won’t let them be alone and he spies on their dates or something like that. Please and thank you

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Being Damian’s friend was amazing. He was one of the few people who treated you like a normal person, but he was also extremely protective of you.

“Damian Wayne, I am positive that I can get to my piano on my own”

“tt, you might fall. You are unfamiliar with the terrain of Wayne Manor; I will not allow you to be hurt.”

You chuckle, “I manage to get around my own messy apartment just fine, I don’t know why you continue to doubt me”

“If you would allow me to move you into the Manor, I wouldn’t be concerned about your wellbeing. You would not be alone here”

You turn blind eyes on your best friend, “And how would I be able to get around this huge place, I might fall down the stairs”

“Then let me move you into the penthouse! Your apartment has stairs as well! What if you fall down those!”

You roll your eyes, smacking his ankle with your cane. “Just take me to the piano, Dami, before I beat you with this cane”

You can hear Damian growl as you start to walk forward on your own, using your cane to find the leg of the piano, “Y/N!”

Sliding into the seat, you place your fingers over the keys. That’s the good thing about pianos, no matter which one you’re at, a piano is always the same. “Will you write the notes for me? I’ve been working on this for a while, but I just need it written down”

“Of course. Give me a moment to get the sheets. Stay here, the Manor is too large for you to wander around in.”

You wave your hand, dismissing his words. You started to play, the music absorbed you, cradling you in its notes. Music was your one escape, the onetime where no one pitied you for being blind. You were so absorbed in the music that you didn’t hear the door open, or hear that person lean against the wall to listen to you play. Ending the song with a flourish, you let the last note hold out for an extra second.

“That was amazing” You let out a shriek at the unexpected noise.

“Y/N!!” Damian burst into the room, “Todd! How dare you intrude!”

“Damian! Don’t hit me! Shit! I didn’t know I was intruding!”

There were sounds of a fight, papers fluttering to the ground, and the sound of fists hitting flesh. “Damnit, stop!”

“Y/N, are you alright?” Damian asked, you can hear him standing up and making his way over to you. He purposefully steps heavy, just so you can hear him.

“I’m fine! Why did you attack him?!” You turn on the bench, “Are you alright, sir?”

“Name’s Jason, sweetheart. Damn Damian, you hit hard” The other man, Jason, walks up to the bench, “I heard you playing, it was beautiful. I-I’m sorry for intruding.”

You blush. No one other than Damian had heard you play an original piece. “Um, thank you. I’m sorry that Damian hurt you. You – you can listen anytime you want”

“Todd has no appreciation of musical instruments. I doubt he is truly able to appreciate your brilliance”

“Are you saying my music isn’t worth appreciating? Because he obviously enjoyed my playing”

“You know that isn’t what I meant. I do not want him to take advantage of you. Todd has never been good at being gentle with anything”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t need to be handled with kid-gloves, Dami” You stick your hand out, waiting until Jason takes it before talking, “It’s nice to meet you, Jason. My name’s Y/N”

Jason chuckled, “It’s good to finally meet you. We’ve been wondering where Damian runs off to on the weekends”

“That would be to my apartment. He says that he needs to escape from his crazy family, and with how easily you two just started a fight”

Jason chuckles, “Well, he did attack me. I have to go, Alfred needs my help in the kitchen. I’ll see you two at dinner”

You smirk, “Was that a blind joke? ‘See you at dinner’?”

Jason sucks in a sharp breath, “No! Nonono! I promise it wasn’t! I didn’t mean to say that! I’m so sorry!”

You burst into laughter, “I’m just kidding! God! Don’t take things so personal!”

Damian snickers, “She does that all the time, don’t mind her. She likes to use her inability to see to make people uncomfortable”

You grin, “It’s the only way to get people to realize that I’m not some delicate flower. And come on, that was funny”

“It was pretty damn funny” Jason mumbled.

After dinner that night you were invited over to Wayne Manor a lot more. Bruce likes that you didn’t let Damian get away with everything. And you enjoyed spending time with Jason, you hoped that he would want to spend more time with you.

Your doorbell buzzes, “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Jason, can I come up?”

“Sure, ill buzz you in”

A minute later there’s a knock on the door, “It’s me!”

“Hey, Jay. This is a nice surprise” You pull him into a brief hug, and shut the door behind him.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, I just wanted to check up on you”

“I forgot to respond to your text! Is that why you’re here?”

“Well … yeah”

“You’re almost as bad as Damian!” you laugh, “I’m sorry I worried you. I lost my phone and can’t seem to find it.”

Jason rolls his eyes, “Well, let me find it, and I’ll get out of your hair”

“You don’t need to leave, Jay, you can stay for a while. I could really use your input on a new song”

“I’d love to stay. I actually have something to talk to you about”

“Let me make some tea, and then we can sit down”

Once the tea is boiled and poured, you reach out to touch Jason’s arm, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Jason clears his throat, “I … um … I wanted to know if you’d want to go out to dinner … with me?”

“Like a date?”

“Yes”

You grin, “I’d love to go on a date with you!”

“How about Saturday? I’ll pick you up at 6:00?”

“Perfect!” You reach out and wrap your arms around Jason

“Now I really do have to go now, Y/N. I was supposed to meet Dick 30 minutes ago.”

You pull back, “Alright. Were you really that upset that I didn’t text you back?”

“Damian and I have been talking about ways to make sure you’re safe. I guess his paranoia has started to rub off on me”

“I was painting, and I lost my phone! Between you and Damian! You guys are ridiculous!”

Jason pulls back, “You paint?”

You chuckle, “Of course I paint! I paint and I play music! Those are some of the few things that ‘optically challenged’ people can do! Do you know how hard it is to get a job when you’re blind?”

“No one’s ever mentioned your painting before, not even Damian”

You blush, “He doesn’t know, I haven’t even showed anyone my paintings other than buyers.”

“Can I see them?” You nod and walk into your guest room, gesturing to the paintings that are scattered all over, “Holy shit they’re beautiful!!”

“Really? I don’t know that they look like, one of my buyers said that they look like galaxies”

“God, how can you be so talented!”

“I’m really not, Jay, but thank you. Didn’t you say you had to leave?”

“Um, yeah, I do. Can I come in here and take inventory on these, I can help you sell them?”

“I would love that! It would help me so much. But I can hear your phone blowing up, Dick is probably pissed that you’re blowing him off”

Jason chuckles, “I’ll see you on Saturday, I put your phone on the charger. I saw about 6 texts from Damian, so I would expect him next”

“Good! He can help me pick out a dress to wear!”

Jason chuckles and heads to the door, “Good bye, Y/N”

You lean up pressing a kiss to the side of his face, you hope it was his cheek, “Bye, Jay”

Jason was right. Damian showed up at your apartment about 10 minutes after Jason left, in a complete panic.

“Y/N!!!” He shouted

“How the hell did you even get in the building?!” You yell back, “Please tell me you didn’t break in … again!”

“I climbed in through the window, so no, I didn’t break anything.”

You hum, “I’m fine by the way. I just lost my phone. Jason freaked out too, so he stopped by and helped me find it. He also asked me on a date, Dami!!!”

“He what?!?!”

“He asked me on a date!!” You dance around in a little circle, “I need you to help me pick out a dress!”

Damian doesn’t answer right away but you assume that he is still across the room, so you startle when he grabs your arm, “You are allowing yourself to be courted by, Todd!?!?”

“Yes, Dami. We are going on a date. What’s the big deal?”

“Do you know who he really is?!?” Damian growled.

“Yes, Red Hood”

You may not be able to see it, but you know that you managed to shock Damian, “H-How did you …?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? You come into my apartment through the window, and you are wearing armor and a cape. I know you’re Robin, and I assume Bruce is Batman, Dick is Nightwing, Jason, who’s the black sheep of the family, is the Red Hood, but I haven’t figured out who Red Robin is, I haven’t met your other brother. What was his name? Tom?”

“Tim”

“Ah, yes, Tim”

You can hear Damian sit down on your bed, and you turn back to the closet, “How did you know?”

“Your footsteps around different when you’re I uniform, Jason smells like gun powder, Dick isn’t around here much and neither is Nightwing, with Bruce I just kinda guessed”

“Oh, alright, those are reasonable conclusions. Which dress do you intend to wear?”

“I was thinking the green one”

Damian hums, “I prefer the dark purple one.”

“I do like that one” You murmur, “What if I wear it with the amethyst necklace you got me last year?”

“You would look beautiful. I will make sure that Todd takes you to a respectable restaurant”

“That sounds great Dami, now you need to go. Don’t think I forgot that you have a meeting with the Board at WE”

Damian groans, “I had hoped to avoid that meeting”

“Nope! You have to go! I need to continue composing my song”

Damian groaned, but walked to the door, “I shall see you Saturday before your date. I shall help you get ready”

“Thanks Dami! Have fun at your meeting!”

The date so far was amazing. There haven’t been any lulls in the conversation, and you were enjoying each other’s company. The appetizers had just arrived when Jason startled you with a groan.

“What is it?” You ask, confused.

“Damian just walked in. I knew he wouldn’t let us go on a date alone”

You can’t help but burst into laughter, missing the glares that were shot in your direction, “Please tell me you’re joking. He’s really here?”

“Yes, and he’s glaring at me. I feel like he’s going to attack me”

“He won’t hurt you, I promise. Isn’t that right Damian? Because I know you bugged me, and I know you can hear me. Nod your head for Jason, Dami”

“Oh my God, he just nodded! How did you know he bugged you?”

“I’ve known this necklace was bugged and had a tracking device in it since he gave it to me. It’s why I keep it in a special box when I’m not wearing it”

It’s Jason who bursts into laughter this time, “Oh that’s rich! You’re amazing you know that?”

Taking a sip of water, you try to cover up your blush, “Thank you”

“I really how you’ll agree to go out with me again”

“I’d love to, as long as you don’t mind my tail. I doubt he will ever let us go out alone”

“I don’t mind. I want to take you to the orchestra for our next date”

“I would love to go to the orchestra!” You clear your throat nervously, “and maybe you’d like to come to one of my concerts?”

Jason places one of his large hands on top of yours, “I will always say yes to hearing you play, you’re my favorite musician”

You giggle when Jason lifts your hand to him lips, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles, “Good, because I like it when you listen”

Miraculous Ladybug Theme - FRENCH Full
Miraculous Ladybug Theme - FRENCH Full

This is a long ass rant about how much I fucking love this song and if you are into Miraculous as much as I am, you will agree with every point I make here.

So ever since I heard the dual version of the French and English one together, I’ve been hyperventilating. I am so much in love with the French version that I just don’t even. Like, nothing against the English dubbing, but there’s something SO SEXY AND SO SINFUL ABOUT THIS SONG IN FRENCH. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK MAN.

So, she starts off the song that’s all, OH I’M JUST AN ORDINARY GIRL NAMED MARINETTE - I HAVE NO OBVIOUS SIGNS OF BEING THE MOST BADASS HEROINE IN THE HISTORY OF ALL FRENCH, KOREAN, AMERICAN, WHATSOEVER LIFE. But then she’s Ladybug and she’s so beautiful and wonderful and sassy and confident and not like any other girl - she’s just so damn badass it makes me want to punch myself in the face she’s awesome. Like I want to be like her, but I have no coordination left in me to do all her acrobats.

AND THEN SHE’S ALL, OH CHAT NOIR IS NO ANGEL. As Adrien, he is totally an angel that I want to squish. AND SHE SAYS HE’S IN HER HEART??????? MY GOD. BUT AS CHAT NOIR? OH HELL NAW. Like, he is the most sinful thing ever with his innuendos and his puns and his flirting and his winking and his mrawrs and smirks. MY GOD. I just want to eat him up. But I ship him so hard with Ladybug/Marinette and they are most least problematic ship in the world in the fact that THERE IS NO ONE ELSE. NO ONE. IT’S JUST THEM IN A LOVE SQUARE AND THAT IS SO DAMN REFRESHING TO ME.

Then you get to Chat Noir’s part and I don’t know why, but the voice for him in this song is so hot and so yummy and I just wanna curl up and suffocate on my lust for this voice. Especially when he’s all “I’m Chat Noir” with that French SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAT NOERRRRRRRRRRRR. And he’s all, I’m no bad cat - I fight for the good like YOU DO, LADYBUG. AND THAT HE WILL FIGHT DESPERATELY??!!?! YAS. AND THEN HE’S ALL IM SCARED TO LOVE IN VAIN BECAUSE THE ONE HE LOVES CAN’T LOVE HIM BECAUSE SHE HAS TO BE LADYBUG AND CARRY OUT HER DESTINY. Why you gotta make me hurt in all the ways, FRENCH THEME SONG? PLUS, at the END OF CHAT’S PART, he’s all RAWRING and then belting OUT THESE AMAZING TOP 40s R&B “MIRAAACUUULOUS” notes like it’s some power ballad. LIKE WHAT THE HELL.

I’ve listened to this song like 15 times while I’ve written this out and I would also like to point out that the person who sings Marinette’s part is so fresh - like her voice could make the world better if she sang everything. ESPECIALLY ALL THE ‘ah ah ah’s. Like come on. COUPLED WITH THE GUY’S “OOOOOOOOOOOOH”s and “OOOOH, LADYBUUUUUUUUUG”s.

-chokes- I’m done.

Chantaje - Mieczysław Stilinski Smut

REQUESTED: No, I just haven’t written for a while, and I wanted to do something for you guys!

WARNINGS: Hickeys, fingering, blowjob

SUMMARY: When you run into Stiles at a club, your past comes out. It takes a further encounter in the bathroom for you to both be okay again.

NOTES: I’ve listened to this song too many times, and it’s becoming problematic.

AAAAAnyways, SMUT YAY! (I miss writing smut. I haven’t had the motivation since my birthday because a lot’s happened.)

Hope you enjoy! Based off this song (and there will be translations of the lyrics too dw <3)

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The Music of "When You Believe"

One of the most powerful songs I ever have heard comes from “The Prince of Egypt”. It has brought me to tears on far more than one occasion (such as now, oops), and no matter how often I listen to it, the song maintains an incredible force that makes it, to my eyes as a working music composer myself, one of the greatest songs throughout animation.

The strength of this song comes from the combination of well-written lyrics plus the musical choices accompanying those lyrics. The composers (Stephen Schwartz and Hans Zimmer) very intentionally, very successfully aligned the deep emotions of the words with equally powerful music. By exploiting the effects of instrumentation, the shape of the melody line, musical key, and the lyrics, listeners are taken through a deep, emotion-wrought narrative of the Hebrews beginning the Exodus.

In Darkness

The start of “When You Believe” is very dark, moaning deep in the cellos and other low voices of the orchestra. For indeed, while Moses has just learned the Hebrews have been freed of their slavery from Egypt, it comes at an enormous price: the death of many Egyptians including his nephew, as well as a break in the bond between himself and his brother. There thus is a darkness to the music and the animation on the screen to match that dark event which is occurring in Moses’ life.

But even when Miriam begins to sing, the cityscape is still dark and the music retains its rich, dark ambiance. The instrumentation is mostly strings, especially the lower to mid-range. All is thick and solemn. On top of that, the melody is within the minor mode, a musical scale that is known for sounding more somber and sad than the major scale. This use of minor adds a weight and sadness to her words, continuing on that sense of darkness.

There’s a symbolic reason to cast that sense of aural shadow. Miriam’s words in the first verse sing of a darkness, too, within the Hebrews’ lives. “Many nights we prayed, with no proof anyone could hear,” she begins. There is a sense of hopelessness and darkness in her words, and the music likewise provides the sense that the lives of the slaves were cast in psychological powerlessness. The melody even drifts downward over the first line of the verse, the pitches descending with the line, metaphorically depicting downcast spirits.

If the music had been brighter and more upbeat, it would have emphasized the fact the Hebrews prayed vigilantly; however, with the deep strings and minor descending melody, audiences understand the oppressive hopelessness that crushed the peoples’ existence.

There are only slight hints of hope in the within the first verse, especially at the start. The first twinkle of hope within the darkness comes in the second line, “In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood." 

Notice that the music rises before sinking downward again. The words peak on the word "hopeful,” in fact, with a dramatic leap up to the final syllable. There’s a sound of a song in that peaking interval (a fourth) which is associated with many types of folk musics from around the world, and that jump upward is a notable spark of hope to the ears. The song might still be cast in a dark minor melody, and that “hopeful song” might fall again to lower musical pitches in the rest of the musical line, but that little spark nonetheless is very aurally noticeable and depicts that little spark the Hebrews clung to themselves.

Increasing Brightness

There is an increasing brightness as the verse continues. It aligns with the growing hope in the lyrics as well as the brightening colors animated on the screen. The third line of the melody is the same as the first, but it’s orchestrated differently. The clarinet and the flute enter, warming up the texture of the music in the accompaniment, corresponding to the much more optimistic lyric, “Now we are not afraid.” This time, when the pitches fall at the end of the line, “even though there’s much to fear,” it gives a sense of determination rather than hopelessness.

And then the fourth and final line of the verse pulls forward an even greater transformation.

We have another symbolic rise - through a technique called “text painting” - in which the word “mountains” is musically described through the upward jump of pitches. The word “mountains” is a peak in the musical line, just as a mountain is a peak in the landscape. Corresponding visually, the viewers see pyramids and other grand Egyptian structures. These might not be mountains, but the enormity of those monuments is indeed something incredible to move. Suddenly, then, the Hebrews’ lives of slavery are not just torment and despair, but a demonstration of the strength of the people.

And look above at that final note in the verse. It moves upward, leading to the chorus, and showing an enormous growth of hope.

There Can be Miracles

Suddenly, there is sunrise. And Miriam is smiling. And people are coming together. And hope blossoms. And the music in the chorus sings it all: “There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe.”

The song changes keys to equate that shift in mood. The verse is in e minor, a very dark key orchestrationally that makes the music sound incredibly weighty and somber and allows composers to frequently use some of the lowest pitches the instruments can play. But then this song shifts to G major in the chorus. This is one of the brightest keys an orchestra can play (There are lots of “open strings” in this key, meaning that the strings in the violins, violas, cellos, and basses reverberate a lot more and sound very bright and rich). G major and e minor all use the same pitches, but to very different effects. In the same way, there is a shift from the content of the verse to the chorus, even though the material Miriam discusses is similar. It is a shift from unactualized hope to the experience of a miracle. And thus a shift from darkness to lightness occurs both within her words, within the sunrise of the animation, and within the change of mood in the music.  

The melody itself is very hopeful. Every single line of the melody, beginning with, “There can be miracles,” moves upward. The pitches always rise from start to end, showing enormous optimism.

Text painting also happens again; that is, the music shapes itself in ways to symbolically correlate to the meaning of the lyrics. The word “miracles” has an enormous rise in it, just like the words “hopeful” and “mountains." 

The word "believe” similarly receives a climactic high pitch, showing its greatness and importance.

The word “frail,” by contrast, is sung with an enormous drop downward in pitch, aurally creating a sense of weakness.

Even when the syllables occur in the music is very well placed and gives a sense of optimism and determination.

There is a sense of pulse in music. Some pulses are a lot heavier than others, and these are called “downbeats.” If you look at the pictures of musical notation I have, the “downbeats” happen with the first and third black notes of every measure (a measure is a chunk of music that is separated by those vertical lines). Every time you hit a downbeat, then, there is a sense of more power. And notice what words hit the downbeats in this music. Words like “can” and “hope”. In the line, “it’s hard to kill,” both “hard” and “kill” receive the musical metrical emphasis. What does this do? It emphasizes the greatest of what happened, shows that miracles can and in fact just have happened. It brings confidence to the lyrics.

The dotted rhythms create even more confidence within the melody line.

Altogether, then, the entirety of the chorus screams hope.

Continuation of Narrative

The second verse returns to the dark minor key that audiences heard in the first verse. Zipporah is speaking of the Hebrews’ experience of slavery in the lyrical narrative, thus requiring a thicker atmosphere to the music. We hear a little bit of song again in the rise of pitch with the words “summer bird,” as well as that fall of hope when subsequently she sings “too swiftly flown away.”

Paralleling the first verse, a similar growth from dark to light again occurs with the lyrics and the music in the second verse. And thus we move from despair to cheer as she sings: “In this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away. Yet now I’m standing here, my heart so full I can’t explain, seeking faith and speaking words I’d never thought I’d say.” When Miriam adds a duet, a further sense of hope grows, for the people are coming together to begin the Exodus, traveling to freedom.

The second chorus is even musically bigger than the first, the visuals brighter, the hope more powerful. We see the Exodus happening now. There are people leaving. The miracle is here, it is happening, and the growth of music augments that.

The Children’s Song

Children begin singing, showing such a sense of hope as can be equaled by nothing else. The Bible indeed speaks of a child’s faith being great - not to mention the association with children is very positive and bright. The music is still in happy G major, though it also uses some pitches like C natural that never have been used before, making the music sound even brighter. The melody dances, and so do the people.

It is even more powerful when you know what the kids are saying.

It is part of a poem actually in the Bible seen in Exodus 15: 1, 11, and 13. Not only are these Hebrew lyrics actually in the Bible, but they are recorded as the song that Miriam and Aaron themselves sang when they were leaving Egypt. This is the song, guys! The legitimate words they sang in this event.

אָשִׁירָה לַה’ כִּי-גָאֹה גָּאָה 
מִי כָמֹכָה בָּאֵלִם ה’ מִי כָּמֹכָה נֶאְדָּר בַּקֹּדֶשׁ 
נָחִיתָ בְחַסְדְּךָ עַם-זוּ גָּאָלְתָּ 

Ashira laadonay ki gao gaa 
Ashira laadonay ki gao gaa
Mi chamocha baelim adonay
Mi kamocha needar bakodesh 
Nakhita vekhasdecha am zu gaalta 
Nakhita vekhasdecha am zu gaalta 
Ashira ashira ashira

So that’s all well and good to see the text in another language, but what does it mean in English?

Check it out:

I will sing unto the Lord, for He is highly exalted 
Who is like unto Thee, O Lord, among the mighty? who is like unto Thee, glorious in holiness 
Thou in Thy love hast led the people that Thou hast redeemed

In another translation that sounds a bit less archaic:

I will sing to the Lord, for he is highly exalted.
Who among the gods is like you, O Lord?
Who is like you - majestic in holiness?
In your unfailing love you will lead the people you have redeemed.

This song is one of being saved by God and thanking him for the miracle. And the music expands and everyone begins singing and an almost giddy happiness results when the song spins faster and faster.

The Power of Belief

The final chorus explodes in full choir. It is the voice now of the entire Hebrew people belting out faith and awe at what has happened. Not only that, but the music rises in pitch, bursting to A major. The music reaches an all-time dramatic high in terms of sheer force of musicians playing in singing, in terms of the highest pitches sung, and in terms of volume. 

The music climaxes in power - to the full power of belief. To the full glory of this miracle. What has happened has just changed millions of lives. Millions of lives are free and singing praise.

It is hard to believe now that the song began in such a dark corner, sounding so futile and depressed and hopeless. But through the incredible narration of sound and lyrics, everyone by the end of the song understand - understands full well - “There can be miracles when you believe.”

What makes a song personal? Obviously, songwriters are often confessional, but only some go deep enough to expose bone. They’re as likely to mine details from distant sources: fiction, overheard conversations, someone else’s memories. A listener can make anything personal, anyway, so maybe the question’s moot. If a soda commercial is playing while you fall in love, it’s your song.

A few musical souls, however, do seem exceptionally bonded to the personal. These are the singers who somehow perfectly balance openness with self-possession, the writers who turn mundane details into epiphanies. Brandi Carlile is that kind of artist. Since 2005, with her longtime collaborators Phil and Tim Hanseroth, Carlile has written music redolent of the moments after someone leaves a room, of walks alone, of the preoccupations that jolt you awake. Her bare, beautiful alto has an arresting immediacy; though she’s well-versed in country’s modulations, rock’s punch and pop’s shine, Carlile stands as wholly herself within her music, one woman seeking love and its complement, freedom. People relate.

First Listen: Various Artists, Brandi Carlile’s ‘Cover Stories’

Photo: Courtesy of the artist

Greed, your master passion
I feed the mouth that bites me
Mammon, opiate of the masses
The reek of your lies draws flies

@neojammy @bamboo-tea @queeladip

Papa (Jikook)

Little fingers that were wrapped around his thumb, Jungkook remembers distinctly the day he had first seen his daughter.

His first instinct was to freeze right at the spot just staring at Jimin who was much braver and made his way to the nurse holding the baby and taking her into his arms.

“Hey, baby girl,” Jimin said looking at the baby.

Jungkook was still unable to move just staring at Jimin.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook.

“You wanna hold her?”

Jungkook nodded in less than a second. He had wanted this so bad as he saw Jimin make his way to him and then handing her to him.

Jungkook held her like she was made of glass. He was scared he would hurt her in some way. She was so fragile, so small fast asleep, her eyes tight shut and her little fingers curled up into a fist.

Jungkook felt a surge of emotions he had never felt before.

He was happy as he could feel tears well up in his eyes.

“Hey baby,” he said. “I am your papa”

Next, to him, Jimin cracked a smile looking at them fondly.

“She is our daughter, Jimin,” Jungkook said in a way that he couldn’t believe his own words.

Jimin nodded tearing up.

“Yeah she is our little girl,” he said.

Jungkook looked back at the sleeping girl and smiled as he let Jimin take her away and cradling her into his arms.

He stood close by watching her sleep as he held her little hand and then pressed a swift kiss.

“Papa loves you so much,”

The baby didn’t react at all expect for grabbing one of Jungkook’s fingers in between her fist and Jungkook looked at Jimin who was tearing up again and he looked back at the little girl sleeping soundly her hand still around Jungkook’s finger.

At that time Jungkook was sure this was the best moment of his life.




Jungkook remembers all the sleepless night they had when Jieun would cry the whole night and they would have no idea why.

Jimin would try his best to stop her from crying as he would walk around the room rocking her to sleep.

It almost always worked and Jieun would be asleep in the next hour or so leaving a sleep-deprived Jimin who would be very cranky the next morning until Jungkook would get him his cup of coffee.

But they both knew they could do nothing about it as Jieun would fall asleep only when she was held by Jimin.

She would start crying the moment Jungkook tried to rock her to sleep. So now he had stopped trying and instead just watched his husband do it.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t being a good father to Jieun. She always preferred her dad over her papa. Jimin rocked her to sleep, fed her and dressed her every day and when Jungkook so much as even tried to do anything it would only resulting in crying forcing Jimin to take her away from Jungkook.

In fact, Jieun seemed more comfortable around Seokjin as he was the only person Jimin allowed to hold Jieun. Jimin simply didn’t trust Taehyung and Hoseok with a baby. And for Namjoon and Yoongi they were content in watching from a distance. She would climb on Seokjin’s lap and let him hold her.

Despite Jimin’s reassurances, Jungkook felt he couldn’t connect with his daughter.

“She is only nine months old, Kookie,” Jimin said when Jungkook had confessed what he had felt. “I am sure she will be more comfortable when she grows up”

Jungkook just nodded sighing.

“Don’t worry, okay?” Jimin said as he pressed a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead.

Jungkook nodded.

Just then he heard a crying voice. It was Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said as he left and came back with Jieun who had now stopped crying and was holding a rattle in her hand almost smiling at Jimin.

“She was crying because she dropped her rattle,” Jimin said as he kissed her on the cheek.

Jungkook nodded smiling. All he wanted was to hold his daughter.

That night Jieun was crying again and had been doing it for over an hour. Jungkook had long given tried to sleeping as he saw Jimin walking in the room patting her back and rock her.

“Jungkook,” Jimin said. “She won’t stop

Jimin sounded weary and he looked really tired too with bags under his eyes. It was 1 am already and they were supposed to wake around 7. They hardly got any sleep.

“You gave her the toys?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes,” he said. “She still won’t stop crying”

Jimin bit his lip. He sounded worried.

“Kookie-yah what if she is sick?”

“No, no Jimin, she is probably not feeling sleep yet,” he said. Jieun slept a lot during the day.

Jungkook at least hoped that was the case. He remembers when Jieun had a developed a fever overnight and how much Jimin had freaked out. Crying his eyes out as he was that worried despite Jungkook assuring him that their daughter would be fine.

Jimin had stayed home for the next two days just to take care of Jieun.

Lost in his thoughts he noticed Jimin had already started tearing up. He always was very sensitive especially when it came to Jieun.

“Jungkook, I think we should call the doctor,” he said.

“Is she running a fever?” Jungkook asked.

“No, her body temperature is fine but what if she is in pain or something?” he asked. “Just call the doctor”

Jungkook nodded getting up as Jimin kept on rocking Jieun who was crying even more now.

“Take my phone, I have the doctor’s number,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded taking Jimin’s phone from the nightstand and looked at the doctor’s number as Jimin watched with a worried expression.

The phone kept ringing but no one picked. Jungkook tried again. There was still no response. Jungkook kept calling the doctor but he gave up the 15th time there was no response.

“He is not picking up,” he said.

“What are we gonna do now?” Jimin said more to himself.

He was full blown crying now.

“Should we look for some doctor who is open?” Jungkook asked.

“That’s our only option I guess,” Jimin said.

Jungkook hugged Jimin.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said.

Jimin nodded as Jungkook kissed his forehead.

“It’s cold outside,” Jimin said. “I’ll get Jieun’s winter clothes from the other room”

Jungkook nodded.

“Give her to me,”

“Are you…”

“Yes,” Jungkook said.

Jimin carefully handed Jungkook Jieun who was wailing even more loudly now. Jimin bit his lip but left the room immediately to get Jieun’s clothes.

Jungkook stood holding Jieun awkwardly trying to rock her to sleep as she cried.

And Jungkook didn’t know why but for some reason he began singing to Jieun. It was a little song that he had written for Jimin back in their high school days to woo him. It had worked well at least on Jimin considering they were married now.

And it seemed to work on Jieun too as her cries were much quieter. She was listening to Jungkook’s song while looking at him with her wide innocent eyes, her little fists clutching Jungkook’s shirt. She had now stopped crying.

Jungkook was shocked and stopped singing and then Jieun’s face had turned into a frown and Jungkook immediately began singing again and then he saw Jieun actually smiling and it made Jungkook feel all kinds of happiness as never before his daughter had ever smiled when she was in his arms.

Jungkook smiled a little and continued singing when Jimin came into the room holding Jieun’s clothes.

“Is she not crying anymore?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook shook his head no as he kept on singing and rocking her. His daughter whose head was now rested on his chest, her eyelids were heavy from sleep.

In a few minutes, Jieun was fast asleep on Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook didn’t have the heart to let her go as he watched her in awe.

“How did you get her to sleep?” Jimin asked.

“I sang to her,” Jungkook answered.

Jimin smiled a little.

“Come on I’ll put her in her cot,”

Jungkook nodded hesitantly letting Jieun go as Jimin made her sleep in the cot before letting out a big yawn.

“You should get some sleep Jiminie,” Jungkook said.

Jimin nodded rubbing his eyes before smiling at Jungkook.

“See she let you hold her,” he said. “She loves you”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said fondly.

“And I love you too,”

“I love you too,” Jungkook said kissing Jimin. “Now let’s get some sleep”

Jimin nodded as they both got in their bed and Jungkook threw his hand around Jimin’s waist and pulled him closer before pressing a little kiss on the nape of his neck.

In a few minutes, he could already hear Jimin’s light snores and all he could think about how lucky he had gotten in life.

He had a husband like Jimin and they had a daughter together. Jungkook felt like he was quite honestly the luckiest man in the world for having a perfect little family.

With that thought in his mind, he fell asleep smiling to himself.

Over the course of the next few days, it had become routine for Jungkook to sing for Jieun at bedtime. She would only fall asleep when it was Jungkook rocking her while singing to her.

Jungkook loved the fact that he was the only one who could put Jieun sleep. He would smile to himself as he saw Jieun falling asleep midway to the song her little fists balled up. He would put her in her crib.

He loved that he could bond with his daughter because throughout the whole day Jieun still clung onto Jimin for him to feed her and bathe her.

But at night she only slept at the sound of Jungkook’s voice singing to her.




Jieun’s first birthday was a very joyous affair for the Jeon family.

Seokjin had shown up to help Jimin cook for the party guests who were mostly their co-workers and neighbors. Hoseok and Taehyung were in charge of the decorations while Yoongi and Namjoon mostly just sat on the sofa only to be yelled at by Seokjin to move their asses and do something so they decided to help with the decorations while Jungkook was in the kitchen icing the cake for Jimin as he had gone to dress Jieun.

At about 5 pm everyone started coming in with gifts and both Jungkook and Jimin’s parents showed up too eager to see the birthday girl.

Jimin came out of their room holding Jieun who was dressed in a long pink frilly frock and wearing a crown clutching Jimin’s shirt as she stared around at the unfamiliar faces of everyone.

Jimin’s mom took her in her arms and she was surprisingly calm and she didn’t shed a single tear when she handed Jieun to Jungkook’s parents who began playing with the little girl and she was even smiling at them.

Soon it was time to cut the cake that Seokjin brought out and set on the table. Yoongi lit the candle and everyone began singing Happy Birthday as Jieun watched with big curious eyes and Jimin blew the candle for Jieun and then both of them cut the cake together while holding Jieun’s hand and everyone burst out clapping and Jimin kissed Jieun.

Jimin handed Jieun to Jungkook and both he and Seokjin went to the kitchen to get the food and Jungkook made his way to everyone to say hi and introduce Jieun who was seemingly nervous and immediately buried her head in Jungkook’s chest when any stranger tried to get her in their arms and Jungkook gently patted her back whispering a song in her ear and she calmed down almost immediately.

The food was a hit among everyone and Jieun had fallen asleep after Jungkook singing to her and Jimin took her into the room and put her in the crib and he returned to interact with the guests and receive their gifts. Two hours later everyone finally left including both of their parents. Seokjin and Namjoon were the last to leave as they both helped them to clean up.

Jimin was particularly grateful as he sat back on the couch sighing in exhaustion.

“You must be tired,” Jungkook said.

“Very,”

“Come on now I’ll carry you to bed,”

“No need…”

But Jungkook had already lifted up Jimin and was carrying him to their bedroom making Jimin laugh when he finally put him down.

“God you’re cheesy,” Jimin said making Jungkook smile as he leaned in and kissed Jimin his hands holding Jimin’s in an almost firm grip and Jimin opened his mouth letting Jungkook explore his mouth with his tongue and they were interrupted by a loud cry from Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said breaking away as he stood up and went to the bedroom and returned a few minutes later.

“She just cried for no reason,” Jimin said as he sat back on the bed. “Kids can be so exhausting sometimes”

‘She is already one,” Jungkook sighed. “She’ll be off to school in no time”

“Yeah,”

“And then middle school,” Jungkook said. “Then high school”

“That’s a long time,”

“She’ll have a boyfriend,” Jungkook said with a shudder. “Can you even imagine that?”

“Kookie she is still only one,”

“I won’t let her date some random guy and he would have to be approved by me,”

“Kookie…”

“I can’t imagine someone hurting my little girl’s heart. I’ll make sure that anyone who dares to hurt her pays a price,”

“Jungkook, you are being a little ridiculous now,” Jimin said amused by his husband’s thoughts.

“I don’t want her to grow up Jiminie,” he said. “I want her to stay little forever”

‘That’s not possible…,”

“She is growing up too fast,” Jungkook said suddenly emotional.

Jimin hugged him gently patting his back.

“I know how you feel Kookie but trust me you’ll cope,”

Jungkook nodded.

“Come on let’s sleep now,”

Jimin got up and turned off the lamp before climbing on the bed with Jungkook who cuddled up closer to him and they fell asleep.




If there is anything that made Jungkook tear up the most it was the day Jieun had spoken her first words.

It was a Sunday afternoon and both Jimin and Jungkook were seated on their living room floor watching Jieun building blocks and then sweeping them down again and being particularly gleeful about it as she clapped her hands and laughed.

This was the tenth time she was doing this as she put blocks upon blocks and then kicked it watching it fall on the ground and laughing again.

She looked at her fathers and both of them clapped making her even happier as she started doing it again her tongue out in concentration placing one block over the other very carefully until it was tall enough and this time she made a sweeping motion and send the blocks flying down in different directions of the room and that made her, even more, happier as she let out a particular loud yelp and clapped her hands and Jungkook’s heart melted.

“Jieun,” he said. “Come to papa”

Jieun turned around to look at Jungkook with big curious eyes as Jungkook called her again.

“Jieun, come to papa,”

Jieun was silently watching Jungkook and then smiled.

“Come to papa,” Jungkook said.

“Papa,” Jieun said.

Both Jungkook and Jimin froze looking at each other and then back at Jieun.

“Jieun honey say papa again,” Jimin said.

“Papa,” she repeated.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook said his hands covering his face. “She said, papa”

“Papa,”

Jimin had begun to tear up and Jungkook grabbed his phone and pressed record.

“Honey say, papa,”

“Papa,” she said laughing and Jungkook sent the clip to everyone he knew typing that his daughter has finally started to talk.

Jimin was still shocked as he took Jieun into his arms.

“See honey that’s your Papa,” he said pointing to Jungkook.

“Papa,” she said again and Jungkook teared up too as he kissed Jieun.

“Pap loves you so much,” he said and Jimin smiled kissing her too.

It was the best day for them.




Before becoming a father Jungkook always thought parents were annoying and often times a little too invested in their baby’s lives but he watched himself turn into one of them as everything Jieun did was so exciting for him.

He remembered the time Jieun wanted to eat just like the way her dads did and grabbed her spoon off of Jimin’s hands and began eating of course half of it was on her clothes and the other around her face and just a little of it went in her mouth but Jungkook was recording it so proudly as he watched her daughter trying to feed herself and Jimin laughed before intervening because she was getting her food into her hair too and Jungkook was overcome with emotion over something as small as her daughter trying to eat all by herself.

“You did good Jieun,” he said kissing her head.

“Papa,” she said clapping her hands making Jimin laugh and Jungkook kissed her again.

He particularly remembers the time Jieun had been 2 and tried dressing in a dress without Jimin’s help and she somehow managed to before Jimin zipped it up and she danced with happiness leaning in to kiss Jimin.

“Thank you daddy,” she said as Jimin kissed her little nose and of course Jungkook was recording all of it a light smile on his lips because it was only at times like this when he realized how blessed he was to have his little family and he felt like he was the happiest man on earth.




Jimin and Jungkook’s friends or as Jieun liked to call them ‘Hyungs’ (just because Jungkook did too) managed to spoil her rotten.

Whenever Jieun was with Taehyung he got her every candy she ever wanted, she just had to point to it and Taehyung would buy it all for his little niece because he couldn’t resist those big brown eyes much to Jimin’s dismay.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung would say. “She is a kid let her have candy”

And there was Hoseok who believed he had the best taste when it came to baby fashion and Jungkook was convinced that he would buy whole racks of clothes if he wasn’t stopped by someone because he loved to see Jieun dress up in various outfits and take pictures of her.

They didn’t even have so much space for the clothes that Hoseok would get Jieun.

Jieun’s favorite was, however, Yoongi because he made the silliest faces to her and she would keep laughing at him as he stuck out his tongue or made weird noises. She never wanted to leave Yoongi’s side and Yoongi was more than happy to entertain the little child. That was the only time he let himself loose and be immature.

Namjoon and Jin liked Jieun and treated her like their own daughter and now that Jieun had grown up a bit Namjoon was over his fear of dropping her and would usually hold her and play with her.

“Someday I hope we can have a daughter like her,” Jungkook heard Jin say. “Or a son I don’t mind”

“Yeah,” Namjoon simply said but he looked horrified and Jungkook understood because he had the same reaction when Jimin had brought up adopting a kid but now he couldn’t imagine a life without his daughter Jieun.

She was the most precious thing to him in the world.




Somewhere between the diapers and the first words and all that crying all night Jieun grew up. It was surreal because Jungkook remembers the day he first held her as vividly as if he had happened just yesterday and now it was time for her to start school and Jungkook was nervous as he stared at the ceiling not being able to sleep.

“You okay?” Jimin asked as he lied down on Jungkook’s chest.

“Yeah,”

“You’re not, I can tell,”

Jungkook sighed.

“I am worried,”

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“Jieun is starting her school tomorrow,”

“Yeah,”

“I am very nervous,”

“You know she is gonna be okay,”

“Yes, but…,”

“Kookie don’t worry okay our Jieun is a brave girl,”

Jungkook nodded.

“The other kids…,”

“She’ll be fine trust me,” Jimin said softly.

Jungkook nodded biting his lip.

“Now go to sleep we have an early start,”

Jungkook nodded kissing Jimin before they both fell asleep.

The next day was a hectic start. Jungkook was preparing a lunch of sandwiches for Jieun while Jimin dressed her in her uniform and when Jungkook finally saw her he cried because he just realized his daughter really wasn’t a baby anymore as he grabbed his camera and took some pictures.

Both Jimin and Jungkook were dropping their daughter together for her big day and as they pulled up Jungkook saw a lot of parents dropping off their kids.

“Hey honey,” Jimin said. “It’s time to go, we are gonna pick you up very soon okay and we love you”

Jungkook was looking at his daughter who had a frown on her face when she suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s hands.

“Papa will you come with me to the class?’” she asked.

Jungkook looked at Jimin before nodding with a smile.

“Of course honey,”

Jieun smiled a little as they both got out of the car and Jieun took Jungkook’s hands.

Anyone could tell that Jieun seemed the closest to Jimin. She hadn’t changed much from the time she was a baby and still needed Jimin but there were times when she only wanted her papa with her and no one else and Jungkook was grateful because they shared a special bond now.

Jieun suddenly stopped and tugged at Jungook’s hands.

“I don’t wanna go,” she said almost looking close to tears.

Jungkook kneeled down and cupped her face.

“You are brave…,”

“No no I don’t want to go to school. I want to be with you and daddy,”

“I know honey…,”

“Papa please,” Jieun said. “I don’t like the other kids they don’t like me”

That part was true as Jieun didn’t mix well with kids her age but it had nothing to do with her but instead because she had two dads.

“Honey you never know you can make a best friend in there,”

“No no, they don’t talk to me,” she said hugging Jungkook as he hugged her back and patted her.

“Jieun, did I ever tell you that never liked me when you were a baby?” Jungkook asked.

Jieun seemed intrigued enough as she wiped her tears and looked at Jungkook.

“No, I always loved you, papa,”

Jungkook laughed.

“When you were a baby you would never like to get into my arms. If I ever tried to hold you, you would start crying,”

“Really?”

Jungkook nodded.

“But then one day I sang to you and then you let me hold you,” Jungkook said.

“Oh,”

“You see people change, “Jungkook said. “It might seem that they don’t like you but they will okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“You didn’t like me but now you call me papa and hug me,” he said.

“You are my favorite,” Jieun blurted out.

“Really?” Jungkook laughed. “I always thought daddy was your favorite”

“I love daddy too but you always let me stay up late and get me ice cream,”

Jungkook laughed.

“I’ll get you ice cream today too if you go in there,”

“Rocky Road?” Jieun asked.

“Anything you want,” Jungkook smiled.

“I love you, papa,”

“I love you too Jieun,” Jungkook said as he kissed her forehead. “Now come on go in there”

Jieun nodded.

“Daddy and I will come to get you okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“Bye Jieun do well,” Jungkook said as he waved towards Jieun who was taking hesitant steps towards the class as she waved back until she was out of sight in between all the other little kids.

Jungkook smiled to himself as he walked back to their car.

Papa’s little girl had finally grown up.

On some nights while Kelly rests inside, Cas wanders off outside, making his way to the truck where he pops in Dean’s Zeppelin tape and listens to both sides.

It’s when the last song comes on that Cas has to fight back the tears. It’s as if the lyrics were written just for them. For him and Dean.

”If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you…“

But then he smiles, knowing Dean chose these songs carefully and it’s his way of telling Cas what the two have always been too scared to say.

“When mountains crumble to the sea…”

And as it plays, Cas closes his eyes and whispers, ”I love you, too.”

It’s during these nights he wishes his Dean was sitting beside him, talking about anything, or even scolding him for leaving again.

But soon this will all make sense. Soon he will be able to give Dean the world he deserves. Soon, they will be together.

“There will still be you and me.“