#blood sweat and tears
love4hobi 7 months ago
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bangguks 3 months ago
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Jinnie having his 'nae pi ttam nunmul' moment 馃惞
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bangtanheartbeat a month ago
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jimines 9 months ago
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2021 blood sweat and tears performance when? 鈫 requested by anon
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teamrv 7 months ago
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- get to know me: bts edition. [1/5] favourite music videos: blood sweat and tears (2016).
Peaches and cream Sweeter than sweet Chocolate cheeks And chocolate wings But 雱堨潣 雮犼皽電 鞎呺鞚 瓴 雱堨潣 攴 sweet 鞎烄棓 bitter bitter
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blueloulisa 5 months ago
Thank you for the Tag @enigmaticandunstable 馃挋
Celebrity crushes tag game
Tell me your celebrity crushes by using gifs.
Lou Marini (always my number 1 馃挋)
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George Harrison
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Tom Malone
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I definitely have a type 馃ぃ
I Tag @mstrumpeter @ashley-slashley @danaykroyd002 @mothmans-favorite-lamp @molly-b-damned @icemankazansky86 @little-baby-nothing @wigglewormple
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kimnamjooniee 25 days ago
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鈥淜ill me softly, close my eyes with your caress, I can't resist it anyway鈥
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moondustjjk 10 months ago
hii :) any bts header how matched with this icon?
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I really like these so I hope u do too (*_*)
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poshtae 15 days ago
Bangtan releasing Blood Sweat and Tears in 2022.... Finally she can get her well deserved flowers. The way she started a movement lmao you had to be there
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camomile-t 7 months ago
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sourwormsaresour 7 months ago
I鈥檓 sorry but Prosciutto really had to dress up like he鈥檚 trying to be the 8th member of BTS in the Blood, Sweat, and Tears music video.
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Like, go off Italian Oli London.
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applejongho 10 months ago
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BTS鈥 blood sweat and tears | ATEEZ鈥檚 answer
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pascalpanic a year ago
Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Pe帽a x f!Reader)- Chapter One
Summary: You live in Bogot谩 in the 鈥90s, and work odd hours. No, you鈥檙e not a DEA agent, but a nurse. These odd hours prompt odd habits, like working out at 2:03 A.M. after a shift. Odd hours attract odd people, and you have a chance encounter with one DEA agent by the name of Javier Pe帽a. Warnings: language, blood and violence (both graphic), descriptions of death and gun violence Chapter 1 W/C: 2.3K A/N: you guys! I am so in love with this fic. I already have quite a bit more written and can鈥檛 wait for you to read it! I hope you love it as much as I do! Javi deserves some softness... but not too much. this can鈥檛 all be fluff when you鈥檙e Javier Pe帽a. Okay, this is not super canon-fitting of Narcos, I鈥檓 just gonna be honest with y鈥檃ll. This is between the time of Escobar鈥檚 escape from La Catedral and his final capture and death, but also鈥 Connie鈥檚 still in Colombia. Additionally, I don鈥檛 really have a year in mind, it鈥檚 just somewhere in that period. Please note that this is not a very lighthearted story- it begins with a death, though not of a significant character. Javier and reader both have some trauma, so please check the warnings of each chapter before you start reading. If you鈥檙e continuing on, I hope you like it! For the most part, if I use italics here when someone is speaking, it鈥檚 indicating that it鈥檚 in Spanish. I鈥檓 okay at the language, but I don鈥檛 want to butcher anything, so鈥 just imagine it. Otherwise, it鈥檚 just the way anyone would use italics I guess.
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Chapter One
You watched a woman you didn鈥檛 know die in your arms tonight.
聽She was beautiful, all dressed up to go out and party, her makeup running down her face with tears. Her lips were the painted the color of the blood that trickled from the side of them, eyes glazing over as she coughed and coughed and ruined the beautiful dress she wore. The nurses had asked what happened, and she had told them, through gurgles of blood: she had slept with one of Escobar鈥檚 men. She got too close, learned too much, and they tracked her down.聽
She flatlined not long after telling the nurses around you. You had stood in the corner, paralyzed at first. You were an experienced ER nurse, nothing was new. You had seen patients die, but something about her was different. Maybe it was the way she reached out to you right before her body went limp. You didn鈥檛 make it to her bedside in time to calm her, the panic holding you down, but you finally took her hand right as she took her last breath.聽
After she passed, you threw up in the bathroom, shaking and clutching the toilet. The night air had grown unbearably hot and humid, causing your scrubs to cling to your skin, and the sweat from the heaving of your stomach didn鈥檛 make things easier on you. Lorena, a fellow nurse and your best friend at work, had found you and comforted you, rubbing your back and bringing you water. It didn鈥檛 matter. It couldn鈥檛 reverse what had happened.聽
Now, you sit on a bench in the staff鈥檚 locker room, redoing the ponytail holding your hair from your damp face. Your shift ended a few minutes ago, but you don鈥檛 know what to do now. You don鈥檛 feel like drinking; that would only make the visions swimming in your head worse. You know you can鈥檛 go home, can鈥檛 attempt to find sleep tonight. You look up and spot a bag with tennis shoes and spare clothing and settle your mind on at least one thing: the gym could do you some good. You change into the clothes and put the blood-spattered scrubs in the laundry pile.聽
As you leave, you give Lorena a little wave goodbye and exit the building. You鈥檙e hyper-aware of your surroundings tonight, and you groan as you look at your watch and notice that it鈥檚 precisely 2:09 A.M. here in Bogot谩. The walk to your fitness club is short, but your step is slightly extra hurried and your hand is on your pepper spray the entire time, extra vigilant to the fact that a hit went down somewhere around here just a few hours earlier. Surprisingly enough, no one catcalls or bugs you tonight.聽
The little gym is run-down and dilapidated, and there鈥檚 no working air conditioning, but it鈥檚 the only one near you. You paid the small monthly membership fee to gain access, and you were going to use it to get in shape, you鈥檇 decided. As you swipe in and enter, the tiny fitness center looks more depressing in the fluorescent lights, no daylight to sugarcoat the atrocities of the center. There are two of every machine, a punching bag and a speed bag, two weightlifting racks, and a couple of benches.聽
It鈥檚 nice that you get to work out alone tonight, you tell yourself. Even better is the fact that you now get to control the music. Desperate for a taste of home, you flip the large boombox in the corner on and begin scanning the airwaves with the dial. There鈥檚 a station in town that plays American music, and you need it more than anything tonight. You listen carefully and nearly start sobbing again as you hear Billy Joel鈥檚 voice through the speakers. With a sigh of relief, you lock your bag in the rusty lockers in the corner and head to the treadmill. It鈥檚 a beat up old thing, but this is the one you always use. It provides a little bit of comfort tonight, the familiarity of it. You turn it on low and start walking. A few moments later, you up it to a jog, mouthing along to the words of the familiar song.聽
As the song ends, you push the buttons enough to enter a running speed. Your feet slam into the treadmill harder than normal tonight, feeling as overwhelmed as when you left the hospital. Your body finally works up a sweat, the physical stress overwhelming the mental stress.聽
As the events of tonight replay in your head to some other song from the late 80鈥檚, your eyes start to water. Everything was so overwhelming, and your mind is just starting to process it. You finally allow the tears to fall, mixing with the sweat coating your cheeks. It鈥檚 hard to tell which is causing more of the mess, but you let yourself cry it out as you run for the next few minutes.聽
The next song that comes on is Venus by Bananarama. You almost chuckle at the fact that it鈥檚 a few years old by now, but the song is comforting. It reminds you of home, of a time before you had issues like these. You slow down the treadmill a little, singing to the words aloud once you catch your breath enough. Daring to do a little spin on the rolling surface, you groove along to the music, chuckling a little
After the first chorus, you hear a creaking noise and whip around to find a man standing in the doorway. 鈥淛esus fucking Christ!鈥 You shout before you can stop yourself, hopping off the treadmill and onto the non-moving one before you get flung off. Your heart is pounding from the running, only intensifying the adrenaline rush from the scare.聽
The man chuckles a little, but the smile on his face doesn鈥檛 reach his eyes. He鈥檚 tired- of course he is, it鈥檚 now 2:30 in the morning. 鈥淟o siento,鈥 you offer in Spanish, cringing at yourself and your reaction just now. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 expecting anyone else to be here this late,鈥 you stutter, still panting from the running. He shakes his head lightly. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e American,鈥 he says simply. In English, in a beautifully American accented voice.
Your sweaty brow furrows, a glimmer of hope sparking inside your chest as you notice that he speaks like an American himself. 鈥淪o are you.鈥
He nods at that. 鈥淭hat I am,鈥 he says as he puts his things in a locker, snapping it shut behind him. He looks at you for a moment. You鈥檙e not working at the Embassy, or he鈥檇 know you. It was rare to find an American down here that wasn鈥檛 working for the government somehow. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair, looking at how tired he appears in the big mirrored wall. He鈥檚 curious, but he鈥檚 exhausted.聽
You look at him for a moment. 鈥淵ou going to explain anything, like, tell me about yourself? Or do I have to go first?鈥 You ask, hands on your waist as you hop back on the slowly moving treadmill, back into moving. He doesn鈥檛 respond. 鈥淔ine. I know you鈥檙e government. I鈥檓 not an idiot.鈥
He chuckles and tugs on his t-shirt, moving to the treadmill next to you and getting on. It鈥檚 been ages since you鈥檝e held a conversation in English, and you missed this, missed how easily your first language flows from your mouth. 鈥淎nd you鈥檙e not.鈥
鈥淐orrect,鈥 you nod, turning up the speed a little on the machine until you鈥檙e at a light jog. 鈥淢y bigger concern was going to be why you鈥檙e here at 2-fucking-30, but I鈥檓 guessing I know the answer. You get called in around here for the hit?鈥 He nods, starting the treadmill up and walking on it.聽
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to be so guarded, Jesus. I fucking hate Escobar, I鈥檓 on your side,鈥 you scoff before turning up the machine until you鈥檙e running once more.
Javier shrugs. 鈥淢akes sense. How did you know-鈥
鈥淪he died,鈥 you say quickly and firmly, keeping your eyes straight ahead and looking at the room around you. 鈥淎dd that to your file.鈥
He nods, understanding a little more now. You knew her somehow. He doesn鈥檛 say a word either, cranking up the machine and heading into a jog too.
A few more minutes pass of the two of you silently running next to each other, the American music still playing throughout the gym. It鈥檚 a comfort to Javier too. Tonight was shit for the DEA- they had known Escobar鈥檚 men would be around here. They had the intel, they had everything ready, but the men somehow had escaped and left a victim in their wake.聽
The frustration of everything, of the man being something close to home for you yet being a brick wall, threatens your eyes with welling tears again. 鈥淚 just wanted to talk with an American,鈥 you sigh and cross your arms, moving back into the walking stage of a treadmill.聽
The man next to you gives a similar sigh, stopping his treadmill completely and offering you a hand. 鈥淛avier Pe帽a.鈥 You take it reluctantly, feeling the sweat of both of your hands mix, and tell him your name before retracting it and stopping the treadmill too. 鈥淪o, what brings you to the gym at 2:30?鈥 He asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the center part of the treadmill.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 a nurse. I work the graveyard shift. Bad night, a patient died because she got fucking shot for having a boyfriend and not knowing he was a narco, I need to get something out, I come here,鈥 you shrug, unconsciously mimicking him by folding your arms as well.聽
He nods at that. 鈥淚鈥檓 here for the聽same. Shitty stakeout, I鈥檓 pissed off, I come here.鈥 He leaves out the part about his favorite call girl being taken, and how he needed another way to get the rage inside of him out. He walks off of the treadmill and to the weight rack, pulling a bench beneath the bar.
You turn again and turn the machine back on, slowly jogging. 鈥淚 see. Odd hours to be here, that鈥檚 why I asked,鈥 you say simply. 鈥淎nd to see another American at such a time. I haven鈥檛 interacted with one since I came here.鈥
Javier nods, adjusting the weights on the bar. 鈥淵eah. Weird,鈥 he nods. 鈥淎nd that you鈥檙e an American who isn鈥檛 working for the government and you鈥檙e down here. What, you got a husband who works for us?鈥
You shake your head, swallowing hard for a moment. 鈥淣o, don鈥檛 have a husband in the first place,鈥 you admit, adjusting the ponytail holding your hair up. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a long story.鈥
鈥淲e got time,鈥 he shrugs as he gets on the bench beneath the rack, looking at you in the mirrored wall. Even with the sweat and the stress of working out, he notices that you鈥檙e gorgeous. You have a nice body, and even your face is pretty while you鈥檙e working out.
You shake your head. 鈥淔ine, if you really want to hear it.鈥
鈥淢ight as well. It鈥檚 that or more of this fucking Wham! music, and I鈥檓 sick of George Michael.鈥
鈥淔irst of all, first person here gets the music, so mind your manners.鈥 This finally earns a chuckle from the man, and you want to smile but it just can鈥檛 come. 鈥淚 came down here with a man. He鈥檚 a citizen here. We were going to get married, but he left me. That was a couple of months ago now,鈥 you admit, the tears beading in the corner of your eye again. 鈥淢y work visa was still valid, and I renewed it so I can keep working at the hospital. I don鈥檛 really have anyone down here except the girls I work with, but I like helping out. They need me.鈥 He nods a little as he listens, breaking his focus as he starts his reps with the bar.
鈥淎nd you鈥檙e government, so that explains everything I need to know about you,鈥 you continue to babble. 鈥淥ne of the girls I work with has a husband who鈥檚 at the Embassy. Murphy,鈥 you say offhandedly.聽
Javier鈥檚 attention is caught, and he sets the bar on the rack. 鈥淢urphy?鈥 He asks, and you turn your head to look at him and give him a nod. 鈥淣o shit. That鈥檚 my partner.鈥
You chuckle slightly and look back at him, stopping the treadmill. 鈥淪o you know Connie?鈥
Javi nods. 鈥淵eah, great gal. She could do better than Steve,鈥 he says, sitting up.
You laugh softly at that. 鈥淔rom what I鈥檝e heard of him, I agree. She鈥檚 a really great girl, you鈥檙e right,鈥 you nod in agreement, looking back at him. 鈥淪he鈥檚 never mentioned you. She says her husband鈥檚 in janitorial, but we all know that鈥檚 not true. What, you guys CIA? DEA?鈥
Javier nods again. 鈥淒EA.鈥
鈥淚 see,鈥 you say, folding your arms and leaning against the machine. 鈥淐an鈥檛 make you many friends around here. I learned pretty quickly to keep my mouth shut about being a gringa. They can usually tell though.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e right,鈥 he chuckles and cracks his back.
You bite your lip as you look at him, your voice watery when you can finally speak again, suddenly overwhelmed by emotion again. 鈥淚t鈥檚 nice to talk to someone in English again,鈥 you admit with a forced smile.聽
He can read your eyes easily. You鈥檙e a nurse, and you told him that the victim died. You saw it. 鈥淚t is,鈥 he nods, reading your pain and trying to show you he empathizes with it. Your eyes are beautiful, he notices as he looks into them. So much more hope and trust than anyone else he works with, but the pain in them is unbearable. He looks away, leaning back on the bench to lift again.
鈥淪o where you from in the States?鈥 You finally ask when the silence is too long.聽
鈥淟aredo, Texas,鈥 he chuckles. 鈥淵ourself?鈥
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bangtanheartbeat 9 months ago
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Namjoon 鉁 Blood Sweat & Tears (161023)
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baibabe 11 months ago
do you have headers for this icon??
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hii ! here u go, i hope u like em <3
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mistress-light a month ago
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bangtansjonas 5 months ago
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Taehyung 161231 BS&T Focus Moodboard (to make @taechnological suffer ;) )
cr. x, x, x, x, x
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proofcd2 a year ago
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short compilation of That Moment鈩笍 in BS&T for @blueandtaes鈥 birthday!! happy birthday t 馃コ馃挒
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dreamaze 2 years ago
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頂 霑 雸堧聽 |聽 雽旆儉
I want it more It doesn't matter if it hurts Tie me up so I can't escape I got everything I wanted
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bangchanah a month ago
HOW are there no gifs of the Blood Sweat & Tears/Dynamite scene from A Business Proposal yet???
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