thug tear


this is so beautiful. i appreciate this so much. honestly the piano at the beginning is just.. it’s beautiful. yoongi’s voice is everything to me it’s so raspy but it’s like? smooth and that shit calms me so much tbh. i could sit and listen to his voice all day. now jin and kookie…they did fucking great. they have such beautiful voices ; they sounded like angels. i love the way that they harmonized together. the whole thing is a masterpiece and im definitely listening to this for a very long time along with 4 o'clock and we don’t talk anymore pt. 2.


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Oh just a quick fix I think it's "no me dejes" instead of "no me dejas" anyways I loved the drabble with Jaime and if you could write another one with "We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine" I'd honestly cry 💕💕

“I told you this was a bad idea,” you pant, leaning back against the damp wall of the warehouse. “This was a really, really bad idea.”

“Okay, I get it,” he nearly spits, bending over and resting his hands on his knees. “Next time, we’ll go with your plan.”

The sound of angry footsteps echoes throughout the hall, and you curse as you pull him closer by his shoulders, pressing the two of you as flat against the wall as possible.

“Power down your armor,” you hiss, shaking him slightly.


“Your eyes, Jaime. They glow in the suit. Power. Down. Your. Armor.”

He makes a soft noise in acknowledgment and, against Khaji Da’s reluctance, he allows the suit to retract, nearly yelping when you grab him by his shirt-collar and yank him closer.

“Shit,” he spits through grit teeth, bracing his arms against the wall. He can feel you tense underneath him as voices bounce around the empty corridor, and he prays to anything that might be listening that your clothes are dark enough to keep you hidden. He watches from his peripherals as the thugs tear through the room, barking orders to each other.

He presses even closer, trying his hardest to shield you and ignoring the warmth of your body against his own. He shudders slightly from the feel of your breath panting softly against his ear, and in a fleeting moment of desperation, he wishes that the two of you were pressed so close in a different context.

He pushes the thought to the back of his mind, however, and he waits anxiously until the room is cleared and the thugs move on. The both of you let out sighs, and you deflate against him, resting your forehead against his shoulder and giggling softly.

Everything goes blank, then, and he faintly registers the sound of Khaji Da tittering angrily, but he pays it no mind as he tangles his fingers in your hair and tilts your head back, surging forward and slanting his mouth over yours. You grunt in surprise, but you don’t resist, leaning into his desperate kiss as you fist your hands in the material of his shirt before moving to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

The two of you stay like that, for a moment, kissing each other desperately, taking all that the other will give, before you finally come to your senses and shove him away, panting softly as you wipe at your mouth.

“As much as I’d like to keep making out, we’re still not done here,” you point out, smirking wryly. “Let’s finish the mission and then we can continue where we left off, yeah? I don’t really feel like getting a lecture from Nightwing.”

As fuzzy as Jaime’s brain is, he can at least nod dumbly, starting slightly when Khaji Da breaks out his armor.

“That was completely unnecessary, Jaime Reyes,” the Scarab scolds. “I could have easily powered down the armor without exposing you.”

“I know,” he says quietly, grinning to himself as he starts to follow behind you. “But there’s no fun in that, hermano. None at all.”

These requests were tricky, even when merged. I couldn’t see Steve and Bucky fighting, least of all over a girl. By the time I fleshed it out into something plausible, I’d written a 12 part series. Literally. It’s sat in a Word document waiting for me to edit it. I’m super proud. So @all-nerds-here and @avengers4ever, consider this the beginning of a Bucky x Reader series. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Could you write another Bucky fic plz? Where the reader is an “old soul” and listens to ‘40s music and likes vintage stuff. Bucky meets her when shes listening to music and thinks shes cute and tells Steve about her and they start fighting over her

could you do a request for me? … Could you do a Bucky x reader where Bucky, Steve, and the reader knew each other back in the 40s, but then when Bucky and Steve are in the current century they think she’s dead, but they run into each other after all this time and they compete for her but she falls for Bucky?

Civil War (Part 1)

Captain America’s shield was iconic. Any decade, with any person, the infamous red, white, and blue resonated with many and strikes fear into the hearts of the rest. He was legendary.

Steven Rogers, on the other hand, was known by few, and that’s just how he liked it. When he picked up his shield, he was Captain America and the world knew him, but when he stepped away from the fame, he had only his close friends; the best of those being Bucky Barnes.

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There’s a story soldiers tell World War II, Market Garden, Allied assault behind enemy lines. What happens is, these allied troops have to cross a river. First wave of soldiers get in their little pontoon boats, get halfway across the river, and the Germans just open up their machine guns and just cut them all down. None of them make it. These two colonels are watching the bodies floating in the river, and one of them says, “those are the bravest men I’ve ever seen.” The second colonel points to the second wave of soldiers getting in their little pontoon boats, getting ready to cross the same river, only they saw what happened to the first guys. They know what’s coming. And that colonel says, “no. Those are the bravest men I’ve ever seen.”