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HE’S WEIRD.

PART 1  PART 2

Summary: Your past comes to light and the uncomfortable truth seems to intrigue the DEA agents. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Violence and Cursing

Authors note: A lot more of the reader’s past in this part, I felt like it would be a great foundation for future parts. I promise there will be more Javi interactions in the next. Also if you haven’t read the first two parts I’d highly recommend you do!

Thanks my lovelies. 

Were you fabricating lies straight through your teeth the night your so-called friend left that voicemail? Absolutely, and you hoped Peña did not call you out on your bluff. His quizzing eyes made your stomach hurl inside. Thankfully, he was too tired to be "dealing with you" and stopped asking questions. He headed out of your apartment once you assured him you wouldn't go out again, and if anything happened, you'd call him or Steve.

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It had been about two days from the time Peña last visited your apartment. Instead, in his place, Steve would see you at night; he was far nicer than Peña and would even bring you food that Connie made or food he bought for dinner. But tonight, you offered him freshly baked cookies you had spent nearly half of the morning looking for all the ingredients.

Taking a seat at the dinner table, both you and Steve had a coffee mug in your hands. He usually stayed about 10 minutes before leaving, and today was no different. "Javi told me some guy is bothering you?" He said in more of a question than a statement tone.

Something inside you stirred; you felt something but couldn't explain the feeling. Your cheeks became red, as you thought, what else did they talk about you when you weren't around. But you also felt terrible that you were lying to one of the few good people you've met since moving back to Colombia. But you weren't ready; you hadn't collected enough information yet to bring your plan to life and take that motherfucker down.

"Yeah, an old fling that didn't spark back up."

"You know, you should be careful with guys like that," Steve noted, eyeing your facial expressions, taking a sip of his drink.

If it hadn't been for the boost of adrenaline due to the two extra spoonfuls of coffee in your cup, you would have never reacted faster than Steve when your phone went off. His arm was just about to stretch out and pick the phone when your body lunged forward.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Lifting the phone from the receiver, you avoided all eye contact with him. You knew the look he was giving you, and between the man you knew was calling and Steve's attitude, you would have collapsed.

"Hello?"

"Mira, yo se donde vives, no me estes jugando con tus chingaderas." (Look, I know where you live, don't play your shit with me).

"Yes, hi, how are you?" You covered the speaker of the phone and whispered to Steve, "it's one of my college friends."

"How am I? Fucking mad, next time I see you, I'll make sure you pay for this."

"Lovely," A smile appeared on your face, "I'm glad to hear you're doing great. Hey, but listen, I have company; I'll call you back in an hour. Talk to you in a bit."

Even though your heart was beating a thousand times a minute, your facial expressions remained free. You tried comprehending that he said he knew where you lived. He, of course, could be bluffing and lying; it wouldn't be the first time. This only infuriated you and made you want to catch him so much more. He couldn't hold your life, your emotions for the rest of your life. But if you did nothing to stop him, he would continue to torture you and the rest of Colombia.

It wasn't much longer until Steve departed, telling you that Connie was probably wondering where he was.

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Before your brother became president and before you had left for New York, your family was already in the spotlight. Your mom was a well-known doctor, and your dad was in politics himself. That meant people of high society always surrounded you. In one of the many parties hosted by your parents, you met a man named Santiago Matias.

At first, he was the kind of man to open doors for you, call you love names, buy you gifts, and take you out to eat often. His personality and his charm won you over. After a few weeks, you soon found him on one knee proposing to you.

The first red flag you should have noticed and ran in the opposite direction was how mysterious and quiet he was about his life. All you knew was that he was the child of one of your dad's close friend group.

You never thought that the ounce of cocaine in his pockets was just a sample he was giving out to people. He was a drug dealer.

If you had known the truth and the extent of his dealings, you would have never been associated with him. You would have never accepted his gifts and gestures if you knew the refined gifts of luxury were bought with narco money. You would have never fallen asleep in his arms and let his hands roam your body if you had known those hands had been used to take life. And you would have never kissed his lips knowing that his commands caused the death of dozens.

You took off the nearly $5,000 engagement ring and threw it at his face when you confronted him of his "work." You told him you never wanted to see him again, and you hoped he rotted in hell.

Now, you were out for revenge. You felt disgusted that you were once associated with him and needed to bring justice to all the people he ever harmed. When you were 17, the only thing you knew was that you wanted to be as far away as you could from him and that type of lifestyle. But after all these years, you were out for blood, and there was no stopping you.

He had connections to Pablo Escobar; if you could bring Santiago down, maybe just maybe you could bring a piece of information to the table and help bring Escobar down too. Santiago was a chesspiece to Escobar's game, and you were ready to destroy their empire and slaughter the world they created.

You might be "just the president's sister," the damsel in distress, but you had your own demons too.

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The night was coming to an end, and the clock on your wall read 9:48 p.m. The phone rang for a total of 4 times, and you were sure he wasn't going to pick up; yet, the deep voice of your ex-fiancé sounded through the speaker.

The call only lasted 20 seconds. He only got in a hello before you responded, "6 p.m., you only no one else, at Chonche's." And you hung up before he could answer.

You would get as much information as you could from him at Chonche's restaurant. Once you were close to him, you'd bring him down.

6 p.m. would give you just enough time to meet up with him, extract as much as you could and be back home before Steve's regular visit at 8.

Easy right?

---

Wrong.

According to the leather watch on your left wrist, it was 5:58 p.m. as you entered the restaurant. The knife on your waist dug into your skin every time you took a step. It was a good reminder that you had it in case you needed it. You had tried covering your face and image by covering your body with black clothes and a dark baseball cap. The restaurant wasn't particularly a family-friendly one. Now that you thought about it, you had never seen a single child walk in here, especially not voluntarily.

In fact, every, every person in the restaurant, which was only about five people, including the bartender, was a drug dealer, narco, or a murderer. You laid your head low as you took a seat on a worn-out leather stool at the bar, far away from the men sitting at the back of the room.

Your heartbeat could be heard in your ear, the sweat accumulating around your forehead wasn't going unnoticed by the fabric of your cap. Why wasn't Santiago here? He was always on time, never a second early or late. Something was wrong. Did he set up a trap? Was this a mistake? Was he even coming?

The bartender came up and asked what drink he could get you, and you ordered your favorite beverage. Your leg began to bounce due to the anxiety you started to feel in your chest. Looking down at your watch, it read 6:02.

The front door swung wide open, the face of your ex-lover was nowhere, instead in his place was fucking Javier Peña. Quickly ducking your head, you were surprised it didn't snap.

Had he seen you? Your cheeks turned a light shade of red as the bartender walked up and handed you the alcoholic drink.

Looking back at the entrance where Peña once stood, a sigh of relief escaped your lips; he hadn't seen you.

But then you began to think. Why was Peña in a place like this? Was he a narco? Was his DEA position just a stunt? Was Peña a Santiago? Of course, he was; you only found dangerous men attractive. Your hindsight was absolute trash. Maybe he grabbed the drugs he collected during raids and resold the-

"What are you doing here?" Peña's voice whispered in your left ear as you turned the stool to look at him.

"Are you one of them?" You asked, hoping to hear the correct answer and not the one you were dreading.

"What? No. Have you been following me?" Solely by him towering over you, he started to get some stares from the men across the room.

"I should ask you the same question. I was here before you." You took a sip of your drink, trying to remain calm. If Santiago found you with a DEA agent, he would think you were setting him up and would leave.

Instead of taking a seat next to you, Peña placed a steel grip on your bicep, "Answer my question."

"Would you at least take a seat so they can stop looking at us?"

"No, we're leaving." He pulled you up from the stool.

"Let go of me."

Without answering you, he pushed you out of the restaurant. You let him. There was something wrong due to the lack of your ex's appearance.

Once outside, the two of you walked a few meters away from the restaurant; he pulled you to the side, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and asked, "What were you doing in there."

"I was meeting someone."

"Who?" he was clearly upset by the way he corned you against the wall, his face nearly inches away from yours. He was so close; you could smell the lingering scent of his cigarette fumes, the cologne on his neck, and could see the fine lines that made up his lips.

"San-"

The sound of a loud explosion to the left of you ended with the tear of tissue in your eardrum, making you lose most of your hearing. A fire came blazing from Chonche's windows. The glass from the windows shattered around the ground you had just walked on a few seconds ago. The windows of the businesses around the restaurant broke as well.

Peña instantly launched at you; he used himself as a shield to protect you from danger. The gun that was once inside the worn-out holster was now in his hands as he pointed it at anything that caught his attention.

The sounds of car anti-theft went off; sirens were blaring as paramedics and police officers began to make their way. The sound of wood burning tickled your ears, the crackle in any other situation would be soothing, but right now, it made Peña hyperaware of all the danger around you. In contrast, you could barely hear anything. Everything around you was going in slow motion except for Peña's lips when he turned to look at you. His lips were moving, but you heard jack squat. The way his mouth was opening wide with every word he said and his eyebrows knitting towards each other, you could conclude he was for sure yelling.

You nodded, not knowing what else to say or do.

Which only made him more enraged.

He pulled you out of immediate danger, his hands holding on to you as he pushed you towards his car. He was silent. And you were in no bit surprised. With the amount of adrenaline running through your system, the only thing going through your mind was how to breathe normally again and how to get your hearing back. His main priority was to get you inside his car and make sure no one was following.

Once inside, you asked, "Where are we going?"

He glanced at you quickly before looking back at the road, "Good, you can hear now. Who were you suppose to see?"

"Santiago Matias," You looked at him for a reaction but were somewhat surprised his face remained emotionless. "He's my ex-fiancé."

The worn-out, bruised knuckles on his hands turned white as the grip on the steering wheel became stronger. "You were engaged to him?" Now, the face of disgust was plastered on his tanned face. His words were said through gritted teeth. If you hadn't been paying close attention to his words, you wouldn't have heard him.

"I didn't know what he did when I first met him." You were about to tell Javier Peña about some of the worst times in your life, and you were afraid. You explained how you met, how he manipulated you after the honeymoon phase. What did you know about life at the age of 17? He was nearing 28 when you met him, and he used your naiveness against you. He was just starting his killer life, and as soon as you found out about his "work," you broke things off.

One day while you were walking around a local market buying some groceries, you reached to a vendor's stand. You went to pick up a couple of apples when the elderly lady working the stand caught your forearm. She lifted your wrist to her eyes and began to yell. She claimed that the bracelet you had belonged to her deceased daughter. You were immediately telling her that the bracelet was given to you for your six-month anniversary. She disagreed, pulling an old folded picture from her pocket. It had her daughter with the exact bracelet, down to the customized stones. She asked you to take it off, and you'd find the name Amalia engraved inside of it.

Your face became red; you knew that the name was on it. Of course, you did; you bragged about it to your friends. It was one of the most beautiful bracelets you'd seen. The word Amalia, you had assumed was a brand name. Never had it crossed your mind that it was a personal touch for a girl.

Santiago was known to give you gifts at all times of the week. He seemed like the kind of guy your dad would be proud of. Little did you know that as the elderly lady spoke about your fiancé, your relationship would soon begin to fall apart like a game of Jenga. Never in your worst nightmares did it ever cross your mind that the gifts he got you was bought with narco money or collected from deceased bodies. The woman told you that Santiago Matias had killed her family, including her 3-month-old grandson. The only reason that she was saved was because one of Matias' men knew her personally.

There and then, you took off the bracelet and handed it to the rightful owner. You didn't know what to say or do. Due to the man you were in love with, her whole family was gone. How many other families had he ruined? That very day, you broke off the wedding and told him you wished him a slow death. That you never wanted to see him again, and if he ever came near you again, you'd kill him yourself.

You left to get your bachelor's that very fall and seemed determined never to come back. However, as the short four years passed, and as you began to study to enter a masters program, you were pulled back home. The threat against your brother made him weary, and he wanted you close to home where he could protect you. That's how you ended up trading your comfy apartment with the hot neighbor to Colombia's small apartment. Thankfully the only thing that didn't change was the hot neighbor part.

Once you had finished explaining that time in your life, Peña made eye contact with you as the car came to a stop due to the traffic, "Why didn't you do anything?" The mood in the car shifted from frustration to confusion.

That was your worst regret of your entire life. Maybe if you had stopped him back then, he wouldn't have an empire today with the world's most famous narco. You felt uncomfortable under his harsh and intense gaze. The right words seemed to escape your lips as you tried forming the correct sentence. "I...I don't know. I didn't want to think that the man I was willing to marry could do such a thing."

You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at him, and took a deep breath. You had never told anyone the real story behind your first and probably only fiancé you'll ever have. Turning your head towards the window, you opened your eyes and looked at the passing cars as traffic began to lighten up. The only way you thought you could make things up was by bringing him down.

And apparently, Peña thought the same way, "Well, I don't know what to tell you Y/n." The car began to move, and so did the wheels of his brain as he began to plan out a solution.

"Listen," You turned to look at him, "I've been trying to set up a meeting with him for a while now. Today obviously didn't go as well as I had planned. But I'll try again. I can set up another meeting. It's the least I can do, right?"

He pulled into the base where Steve and Carrillo were, setting things up for tomorrow. Peña looked at you with a look of 'are-you-stupid.' "No what? He just tried killing you." He pulled into a parking spot.

"Exactly-" Both of you got out of the vehicle, walked towards the building; his long stride compared to yours made you trail behind him. "I-we can use that and-"

"No." He cut you off, just as Carrillo and Steve walked out of the building. You looked down at your watch; it read 7:02.

"Hey, where have you been?" Steve questioned Peña, quickly saying hi to you before pulling Peña to the side and updating him on the movement of their operation.

When Carrillo approached you, out of instinct, you gave him a quick hug. It had been a while since you had seen the handsome Colonel, and you did miss his snarky remarks. At first, he was tense but soon loosened up to your touch and hugged you back.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Peña staring at your interactions with Carrillo.

Small talk emerged. You asked him how he'd been and asked about the two soldiers who had stayed by your side all those weeks. In return, he asked if you were readjusting to the climate of Colombia. You also admitted you had missed him and invited him over to your apartment. (A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do)

But before he could ask you the purpose of your visit, you told him you had information about Santiago Matias. Which he instantly became intrigued. Once the Colonel caught on to Peña's lingering eyes, he asked you, "What's his problem?" The two of you fully turned to peer at him. Javier quickly glanced at Steve, pretending y'all hadn't caught him.

Brushing it off, you said, "I don't know, he's weird." A chuckle came out of Carrillo. He signaled for both men to follow him as the four of you made it inside the base.

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Inside, you and Steve took a seat at a large table in Horacio's office, while he and Peña stood in front of you.

Quickly telling them the truth about your relationship with Santiago, you told them everything Peña had just heard and the explosion at the restaurant. In a heartbeat, you were getting a stern look from Carrillo and Steve telling you how stupid your plan was, asking you what the hell were you thinking.

"So what Peña and I were thinking was, I could bait him out by meeting up with him again."

"I didn-"

"What?" Steve yelled, looking at you and then at Peña, giving him a look of, are-you-serious.

"I did not agree to that," Peña stated, taking a seat on the table next to Steve. "We can use Y/n to..."

.

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Fast forward an hour, countless coffee and whiskey refills, papers skewed around the table, and on the bulletin board, you had a phone to your ear. This time the room was full of soldiers and some higher uppers, which did not help your nerves. Carrillo, Murphy, and Peña sat around you, urgently and stressful waiting for Santiago to pick up.

After the second ring, you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It felt so odd that the man you were willing to marry all those years back, now made you afraid.

Just as the third ring sounded through your ears, he picked up.

You motioned for Peña to start recording.

"Hello?"

"I'm alive, mi amor."

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Also sorry for any typos I’ve been editing and revising this for the past week and I have like 3 other versions of how this could have played out. ALSO I really want to incorporate a jealous Javi in the next chapter. 

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im so disgusted. rest in power brandon. we wont forget you. 

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MILK RUN

PART 1

Summary: As you’re getting used to your new apartment, our favorite DEA agents are assigned to check up on you from time to time. Only, one of the DEA agents is nicer than the other. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Carrillo knocked on the open door that led into your brother's office, the president's office. He stepped in without pausing for a reply, you lingering behind him.

Your brother sat behind his desk while two towering men hovered over him. One of them was a tall white man with a mustache, his left hand running through his air. The other man was tanner; a distinct mustache also cemented on top of his upper lip. The three seemed to be entertained with papers across the desk.

All three gazed towards the door. First, they saw Carrillo, his broad body obstructing your view. But then you pushed to the side, "Y/n!" Cesar stood up and dumped the papers that were in his hands. He passed Carrillo and gave you a lasting hug. In return, you hugged him but not as lovingly, irritated at him since he had you caged in like a bird.

Once he let go, he glanced back at both men who were staring at your interactions, "Muchahos, this is my sister, Y/n." Cesar made his way to his desk.

Both men acquainted themselves as Steve Murphy and Javier Peña. You noted that both men were handsome, but Steve had a band occupying his left ring finger.

"Hi," You timidly smiled at both men, feeling all eyes on you, "can I talk to you?" You directed Cesar, not knowing what else to say.

"First, I need to settle some things," He motioned for the four of you to take a seat in front of his desk.

Once settled, Cesar began his speech, "As we all know, Escobar's men have been abducting high ranking women for a while now. My sister is one of them." You rolled your eyes and achieved a chuckle from Murphy. "But now that Escobar is in prison, I think it time to loosen the chains."

You liked where this was going, "Wait, you're saying I ca-"

Your brother lifted his hand, trying to silence you, "I have made some arrangements, and with an empty apartment in the same building as these men. Noonan agreed that the two of you" he looked at the DEA agents, "should check up on Y/n from time to time."

His words were music to your ears.

Freedom.

Freedom to an extent, but it was still freedom.

Some rules were laid out, but it was nothing you couldn't manage. One of the main things that stuck out was that you couldn't go out in the evening unless Peña or Murphy took you or one of Carrillo's men.

Standing up, you went over to your brother's desk and hugged him, a little more festive than when you had first entered, whispering a heartfelt thank you.

In the interim, the other men stood up and discussed among themselves while you wrapped up your conversation with Cesar.

It had been a week since you relocated into the new apartment. It took approximately three full days to unpack and furnish your new home. Steve had been the only one to come check up on you every night before he went to his apartment to Connie. Connie had become a close friend of yours. Multiple times a day, you would both visit each others' apartments. The two of you would chat about life back in America, what you missed the most, and really just talking about anything. Her adoptive daughter, Olivia, had taken a liking to you as well; she'd give you her toys whenever you'd go over.

Tonight you knew for a fact that Connie and Steve were going out on a date, and Steve wouldn't be doing his daily routine to come check up on you.

You hadn't seen Peña since you last visited your brother, and you didn't expect him to be coming. You and Connie had gone earlier to get some sweet bread, but as the night rolled in, you noted there was no milk to go alongside.

No one would notice you left your house at 8, right?

You picked up your purse and keys and walked out of the building, only going to the convenience store down the store. You'd grab milk and some eggs for tomorrow's breakfast, and slip back into your apartment as if nothing happened.

You passed by a few stores and restaurants in order to reach the convenience store.

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Javier Peña sat at a bar, drinking away his thoughts, a beautiful woman on his right. He and she knew well how the night would end. She would be in his bed by midnight and be gone before sunrise. He should be ashamed of these habits, but in reality, he found comfort when there were women in his bed. For just those few hours, there was nothing but the lucky lady and him.

Peña happened to look up towards the bar's entrance, see your face passing by, and your hair flowing behind you. He didn't think much as he stood up in a fury. He and Murphy did not just spend a whole week trying to keep you safe, only for you to break one of the only rules your brother put in place.

Peña laid some money on the bar and walked off, apologizing to the woman for the abrupt absence.

He silently followed behind you, making sure to make no noise. He noticed you were walking with a light step to your feet. The creamy silk blouse that wrapped around your back was loose as it swayed with the soft wind of the night. He was gaining ground, and now he was just a few feet behind you. You were oblivious to what was happening behind you, which only made Peña even more enraged.

He was three feet away...then two...he was just inches away now.

----

You felt someone push your body up against the brick wall, your face being slapped onto it, and your hand being twisted behind your back. A sharp yelp left your lips, and your heart didn't know how to handle the adrenaline. It was beating as fast as it ever had, and you felt like it would collapse at any minute.

"What are you doing out?" A gruff voice asked as he leaned against you. His face near your ear, giving you goosebumps. You could smell alcohol in his words.

You recognized the manly voice but from where?

"Answer." He tighten his grip on your forearm, waiting for a reply.

Then it hit you, "Peña?" You tried turning to look at his face, but only until he loosened his grip could you entirely turn and look at the man. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You shoved his chest to try and get some space between the two of you.

He was quiet, waiting for your reply to his previous question. His nostrils flared and his eyes fixated on you/ 

You huffed and walked away, not wanting to deal with the DEA agent.

Peña followed you silently, not uttering another word.

You passed a few more stores before reaching the desired one and walked in, Peña a few feet away. Going straight towards the refrigerators at the end of the store, you went to open the door, but Peña beat you to it. His body was brushing up against yours as he grabbed the handle, opening it for you.

"Uh, thank you." You reached for the milk, turned behind, and realized how much closer he was then you expected.

Due to the nervousness you felt being watched by Peña so closely, you forgot about the eggs and went straight to pay. You placed the pint of milk on the counter and pulled your purse towards you in order to pay but were surprised to see Peña pull his wallet faster and handed the change to the elderly lady.

"Mira que bonita pareja! (Look, what a lovely couple!)" The lady said, handing Peña the change.

"No seño, ni me gusta. (No ma'am, I don't even like him)" You tried laughing the awkwardness off and looked at Peña to see an emotionless stare looking back at you. He picked up the carton and thanked her before walking back to the apartment.

During the walk, Peña led in front of you, waiting for you often when your short steps couldn't catch up to his long strides. The walk was so silent; you swear you could hear the faint music of a party that was going on, on the other side of town.

In a few short minutes, you were back in the building and heading up the stairs. You expected Peña to depart to his apartment next to yours or go back to whatever hellhole he climbed out of. But to your astonishment, he remained behind you as you fumbled with the keys until you obtained the right one.

Once inside, Peña set the milk on the counter and looked at you. "You went out for some fucking milk?" He bombarded, letting what he had inside out. "You risked your life for fucking milk?" His long steps reached you, where you still stood at the doorway.

"Fuck off." You stepped to the side and walked into the kitchen.

"Y/n!" He grabbed your forearm for the second time that night. You hated to admit it, but his cologne alongside the sweat he had accumulated throughout the day gave off the best odor you have ever smelled your whole life. If it weren't for how rude he was, you would have leaned in closer to get a better smell.

You took a second to question your thoughts. You just admitted to yourself you would smell Peña. What the fuck were you? A dog? Maybe you should ask Carrillo to formally invite you to work alongside the canines during a raid.

Plus, you would not be thinking about him like that.

"Are you even listening to me?" You jogged your train of thought back to the present and saw a red-faced Peña standing in front of you.

"I wanted milk, sorry." Your sarcastic tone did not help ease Peña's anger. "Why the hell do you care so much, anyway?" Going to one of the cabinet's you got a cup and filled it with the milk.

He gave a heavy sigh and began to walk towards the door, "Just don't go out again, ok?"

You offered him a tight grin and watched his body retreat towards the door.

Just as he was about to leave, a voicemail on the receiver was left,

"Listen, little girl, next time you leave me waiting like you did tonight, I will kill you. Do you understand? I will fucking kill you."

You closed your eyes shut, hoping in God's name Peña was too far to overhear it.

"Who the fuck is that?" Peña came striding into the room again, his face fixated on anger, his jaw tighten as he waited for a reply. His eyes were tired but thoroughly scanning your face for any sign of distress or upsetness.

You opened your eyes and made eye contact with Peña, but soon looked down shamefully. You twirled the cup of milk in your hands, "He's someone I used to go to school with, back in la prepa. I thought I'd give him a second chance." You went digging inside the paper bag that contained the sweet bread. "Turns out, he's still a prick." You looked up to see his eyes trained on you, hoping you'd elaborate. 

For a few seconds, the two of you just stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

Breaking the silence, his first question was, "Does he know where you live?" His voice was laced with less anger this time.

"He knows where my last apartment was. I highly doubt he knows I'm here now."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" There he goes, raising his voice for the millionth time that night.

"He's a nobody, that's why. He's just doing it for attention. We met up a few days ago, but I realized he's the same guy as before. He hasn't changed. When he asked me on another date, I felt bad to say no, so I agreed. But I never planned to go." You took your bread and milk in your hands and walked towards the dining table. "I guess I pushed the wrong buttons."

PART 3

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La Princessa

Summary: You’re the young sister of the president of Colombia, and ever since the threats against high ranking members of society, your brother asked you to stay safe and placed in the care of the military. To your dismay not everyone is nice to you. 

Pairing: I have no clue where the story is going so idk. I find like every other guy on this tv show extremely handsome. 

first NARCOS story I have written so please be kind to me if there are any mistakes.

What happens when Colombia's new president begins getting death threats from the worst, or should I say best drug lord to roam Earth? Nothing. But his little sister gets the butt end of the deal as she is taken away to be watched twenty-four-seven by soldiers. Once, the ex-president's daughter was taken hostage, the security around you doubled down. And after your elder brother spoke to the Colonel of the army, everything got so much worse for you.

Why did you ever let your brother manage to drag you away from the United States back to your homeland? If you had known you'd be locked inside a shitty apartment for god knows how long, you would have stayed in your New York apartment and kept watering your plants. Which as you thought about it, they were probably dead by now.

It felt weird that your nervous and anxious brother became president. You would think people would treat you with something along the lines of respect. But as you soon found out, as soon as you arrived, everyone considered the president’s sister as the little damsel in distress, the princess who had no idea what was going on.

You spoke to the ex-president of Colombia over the phone, and he warned you that you should stay in the care of the soldiers. His wife soon took over the phone and held the conversation between sorrow and fear. And they kept you at bay in the meantime. You had strict orders to stay in the apartment, not to talk to anyone (not even the two soldiers outside of your door), and wait for your daily meals.

You couldn't do this for much longer; wanting to go back to your old life and wish your brother the best during his reign and peace the fuck out of Colombia.

But then the news of the death of Diana hit the tv screens, and everything shifted.

When once it all felt distant, and everyone was assured that Pablo would never kill her, your life changed drastically yet again. The burial was held grandly. Even though they were mad at Caesar, the grieving parents found comfort in talking to you. They asked you to take even more precautions because they couldn't lose their daughter and someone they considered one too.

Two weeks after the passing of Diana, you were left abandoned yet again in the shitty apartment. Jesus, you couldn't take it any longer in this place. And so you marched up to the front door, opened it in a rapid motion, and took to sprinting off, hoping you'd be too fast for the soldiers to catch up. But that plan was swiftly ruled out. "A donde te me vas princessa?" The younger soldier held on to you by the waist and rooted you down once you began to struggle in his arms.

This occurred not once, not twice, sadly not even three times. You had failed six times. By the seventh, they waited to hear your footsteps to walk up to the door. By the third week, you were cursing your brother out over the phone every few hours. Your sister-in-law would call when she could, but she was always entertained with your nephews and nieces.

On Tuesday, the soldiers knocked on your door. Over closed doors, they told you to get ready because you'd be going to their base to talk to a certain Horacio Carrillo. It took you all but 20 minutes to get prepared, when opening the door, the soldiers let out a low whistle. "I should have said we were going to the base a long time ago." The older soldier spoke in perfect Spanish.

"I kinda liked the sweatpants and greasy hair." The younger soldier joked, and you looked at him offendedly.

"Enjoy the view, muchachos. After today, I hope I never see this sad place again." You referred to the old apartment.

The trip to the base was quicker than you had thought. The proximity of it seemed as if it was planned that way. And even shorter was the walk from the car to the office of Horacio Carrillo. Your heeled shoes clinked-clanked all through the room, and it gained everyone's attention. Even though everyone seemed to have a duty to fulfill, their eyes laid on you and the two soldiers who walked in front of you. The pink dress you wore was airy and gave your complexion a soft look. The dress was a contrast to their dark hued uniforms. 

Once the two soldiers settled arrangements with the front secretary for the purpose of the visit, they exchanged quick words. They waited for who you assumed was Carrillo to open his door. 

Once he came to the door, he said, "Gracias, se pueden retirar (Thank you, you may leave).”

The men said their goodbyes to you and left, while Carrillo introduced himself to you and welcomed you into the room.

He asked for you to take a seat, and once you did, he as well took a seat. He tried to start small talk immediately, but you cut to the chase. "Listen, I don't care about politics or the arrangements you and my brother have settled. I think I am capable of taking care of myself, and I doubt there's a threat against me anymore."

"Miss. Gaviria, I assure you, when the time is right, you will be back in the States." 

"No, I don't think you quite understand Coronel, I cannot stand living there anymore. What is the point of living in such a beautiful country if all I do is stare at a tv screen all day or look at the four walls in that place?"

"Miss, these are your brother's requests. I-"

"I don't care what he has to say; I'm walking out of here alone." Ok, maybe you were dramatic and obnoxious. Still, in your defense, being caged in for nearly two months was doing no help to your sanity.

"Mira," You opened the door wide open and noticed all of his men were looking at you. "I don't have time for this; I have more important things to deal with. If you're so determined to leave, arrange some calls with the president."

You looked back at him, stood there silently glaring at him because he and you both knew that the moment you called Caesar, he would tell you the same thing Carrillo has been telling you. You stood rooted in your spot for a few more seconds before his phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Bueno?" He answered the call, and, for half a minute, remained silent before telling you it was the president. Your face perked up with interest, and asked him to hand over the phone. You hadn't been able to speak to your brother all day yesterday and today. You were about to chew him out so well no wood chipper could ever come near as good as you.

But to your dismay, Carrillo agreed with your brother on something and soon hung up. "He wants to see you."

"Perfect!" You walked out the door before Carrillo could. You expected one of the soldiers to take you to your brother, so you stood in the middle of the room waiting for Carrillo to bark some orders to his men and take you to him. But you were surprised when Carrillo bumped shoulders with you, "Que, estas perdida princessa? (What are you lost, princess?)" before he turned and walked towards the front exit.

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All this over a donut?

Sonny Carisi x Reader

A/N: After a long time, I’m back!

“Ok, I need Carisi and Y/L/N to head down to Harrisburg and follow up on the victim.”

You, Carisi, Amanda, Liv sat in Barba’s office asking for a search warrant.

“Well it’s just you and me, again.” Patting Carisi’s thigh, you stood up and went out the door, Carisi following close. 

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“You really do make them go everywhere together.” Amanda noted as she read the file in front of her.

“Well Y/N is just starting to get the hang of it and Carisi being one of the newer ones really gets her struggles more than any one of us.” Olivia, Amanda and Barba sat at his desk.

“They also kind of make a cute couple,” Carmen chirped in as she walked in and handed some papers to Barba.

Amanda nodded, agreeing to Carmen’s remark, “Absolutely, and he needs someone to settle down with soon.”

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“Carisi if you don’t give me the other half of your donut, I’m going to be mad for the next 3 hour road trip.” You glared at Carisi who had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the eaten donut.

“Fine, fine, but you owe me another one at the first donut shop we see.” “Trust me, if we find one, I’ll buy all the donuts.” Carisi handed the half eaten donut. When you were on your period it was always hard for you to not only control your anger but you were always hungry.

“You want some of my coffee too?” Carisi asked as he took a sip of his iced coffee. While his offering was more sarcastic than sincere, the donut had left your throat a little dry.

“Why yes, you kind soul.” After he handed you the drink, you also took a long sip of it.

“Well damn y/n, don’t drink it all!”

“You offered!”

“I thought you were going to take a small sip, not the whole thing!”

You swirled the cup, showing him there was still some left, “There’s still some in here.”

“That’s not even one sips worth.”

“Oh my god Sonny, stop being a bitch.”

Carisi looked at you, not incredibly angry just frustrated, “Oh, I’m being the bitch?”

You looked back him with just as much frustration in your eyes but not saying a word.

“Are you on your monthly thing or something?” Carisi asked still frustrated and tired.

“What did you just say?” If he weren’t driving you would have already punched him.

“Wee-Woo, Wee-Woo, Carisi abort mission.” Finn’s voice sounded through the radio.

“What the hell?” You asked yourself.

“How long have you been listening?” Carisi asked after he noticed the red button on the radio, meaning the communication portal was turned on.

“The whole thing, Olivia had to go to her office because she couldn’t stop laughing.” Finn started to laugh as well.

“Carisi why would you ask…” Amanda started laughing through her sentence, “why would...why would you ask her that?” Again, another laugh rippled through the radio.

“It’s not funny Amanda!” You turned off the radio and kept quiet for 10 minutes.

Carisi also didn’t speak, his mouth moved a few times as if he wanted to say something but then thought against it.

The two of you also didn't speak up when you passed the first, second and then third donut shop.

Before you started your sentence you made sure the radio was off, “Why are we like this?”

“Like what?”

“We are always fighting, every time we are alone its either, ‘your perfume is too strong’ or ‘Y/n don’t do that, you’re going to get hurt.’ Every time we get assigned something we are always fighting over stupid stuff.” You waited for Carisi to say something, but his eyes remained on the road and his mouth shut. 10 seconds passed, then 30 and now a minute had passed and he hadn’t spoken up.

“You know what? Just forget the whole thing.” You turned your body so it was facing the window. It had been another twenty minutes of cars passing by until someone spoke.

“You know if you really just don’t like me, you can tell me. I can change partners and go with Finn or Amanda. I didn’t know I was such a burden to-”

“Y/n just be quiet.” Carisi tensed up as he spoke. “I don’t know why I get so mad when I’m around you. You’re just always so happy all the time and I see a lot of me in you when I first started. And now I’m just another cop who has seen too much. I think I’m just trying to shield you from the horrible things we see.”

Carisi didn’t dare look at you as he spoke.

“You are not a burden. I care so much for you and I think that’s why I want to shelter you from all the bad things I’ve seen. I think we do need to change partners, because I don’t want to be the one to ruin your innocence.” 

You didn’t know how to properly reply back so you told him the first thing that came to mind, “So that’s it? We tell Olivia we need a change?”

“I guess so.”

The two of you remained silent for the rest of the trip and the road back once you had finished questioning the victim and their family.

The ride back was much different from the ride to. There was no yelling, no rolling eyes, no emotional discussions. The only thing that remained the same? Silence. You had never won a game of who could be quiet for the longest time. But if only your childhood friends could see you now, they would be proud.

Immediately upon your return, you got out of the door and straight to Olivia’s office, leaving a hot trail behind you.

You didn’t knock or even checked if Olivia had anyone in her office before barging into her private bubble. “I need a new partner.” You looked at Olivia who was eating a salad that was in front of her.

“All this over a donut?”

You paced around the room, impatient and frustrated, “I just can’t be around him anymore!” Barba sat in front of Liv’s desk, a salad in front of him too, enjoying what was about to be unfolded in front of him.

“You know, I once had the same problem with a partner.” Olivia let the fork that was in her hand fall. “When?”

“Long before you were in training.”

“What happened? Did you get a different partner?” She motioned you to sit but you ignored her gesture and continued pacing around her office.

“Yes I did. For a while it did work. But then he and I realized we understood each other the best and helped solve cases faster. We put our differences aside for a moment and worked on the case. Then, when we finished the case we would talk through our feelings.”

“Carisi won’t listen to me!’ How am I supposed to work with someone who can’t listen?”

Olivia spoke with over 20 years of wisdom, “See unlike you and maybe Barba, Carisi doesn’t listen to what the brain says but what the heart tells him. He loves so hard, I knew after a few weeks having him here, he would bring a different point of view than what Finn, Amanda and I were used to. You’re just starting to get the hang of things around here. If it doesn’t seem to work, you can ask me again and I’ll put you with Finn. But for now, just learn to work with him.”

You huffed and walked out the office, accidentally using too much force and slamming the door. The loud bang sounded through the office and made everyone look at you.

Going straight to your desk, you didn’t look at the man across from you, who was staring at your red face. Little did you know, he was afraid to lose the only partner he had ever loved.

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The Boys From 105 Part IV

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

||Prompt|| Reader gets to meet new friends and one of them gets too close causing Bucky to get jealous

||Paring|| Bucky x reader

||Featuring|| Basically everyone, like everyone

||Warning|| Not that I can think of

||Word count|| 1,981

So this probaly needs editing...

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The Boys From 105

‘Well that wasn’t the most awkward class ever’ You texted your friend, getting out of class as fast as you could, not bothering to say a sorry when you bumped into someone.

‘What happened?’ You instantly got a text back.

‘I’ll tell you later’ You typed quickly, heading to your next class.

You stopped by the coffee place from earlier and took a bagel. “Can I have the blueberry bagel with the blueberry spreading?” You asked the cashier, who nodded and gave you a napkin with the bagel in it.

You paid the 4 dollars and walked off to your last class of the day, Monday consisted of only 3 classes before you went to lunch and had the rest of the day off.

It was 3 minutes away from the shop so you had a few minutes left when you got to class. The class was pretty empty, there were 7 people when you got there, 4 girls and 3 guys who all seemed to be close friends since they all sat together chatting as if they knew each other for a long time.

You sat relatively close to them as 2 other people arrived, the teacher following suit. “Ah yes, a small class.” The professor smiled, looking at all the young faces in the group.

“So to start off the day, I’m going to do something easy, and since this is your writing class, you’ll pair up” Just by hearing pair up, you were lost in thought. Who could be your partner? You didn’t know anyone, and everyone already seemed to know each other.

The last things you heard from the teacher was, “an essay of 3 pages long.” You mentally faced palmed yourself, that’s what she calls easy?

“Now pick a partner, and get to know them, the essay is due by next Monday. This should give you enough time to get to know them better.” With that she shut her hole and took a seat at her desk, pulling out her tablet.

The last 2 people came in seemed to be friends so they paired up easily, the 4 girls quickly chose one another and since there were 3 guys one was left alone. You noticed he was making his way towards you, “Princess do you want me to come or are you coming?” His thick accent surprised you.

“I’ll go.” You collected your stuff and made your way towards the bunch. “Hey, I’m Wanda.” The long haired brunette waved with a pretty smile splattered on her face. “Natasha but they call me Nat.”

“And I’m the most important of them all,” Some coughed slipping in a ‘bitch’ in between a cough. “Maria Hill.”

And the quiet one finally spoke, “I’m Sharon.”

“Y/n” you waved back.

“The annoying one is Pietro, my brother.” She pointed at the man with the Russian accent.

“I’m Clint.”

“Thor.”  You smiled at the 3 guys, “My brother Loki, should be here in a minute, he had a nose bleed.”

“Oh, what happened?” Wanda asked surprised.

“He ran into a pole,” Thor admitted. “He’s adopted.” Thor looked at you reassuring you he wasn’t as dumb as his brother.

“Yeah he isn’t really the athletic one,” You started liking Loki, he reminded of yourself. “but he’s very smart.” Sharon tried protecting her friend.

Everyone ignored her statement, making you frown but didn’t comment on it. You watched the pairs start gossiping, obviously not needing to do the ‘get to know me’ speech, but you did...

“Pretty face, are you just going to sit there and let me write an essay about your beauty?” Pietro asked lightly placing a hand on top of yours. With that the whole group went to silent, wanting to hear your story. 

“Not that he can’t.” Clint butted in making the group laugh. 

“Well, there’s not much to me...” You trailed off thinking about your childhood. “But there was this time when...” You went on telling them about your childhood to the moment you got into college. 

The class had ended and the whole group was heading to the cafeteria, so as the bunch made way, you quickly texted y/f/n, telling her to find some seats that you’d soon be with her. 

“So Y/n what year are you in?” Pietro asked moving in between you and Maria. 

“Freshman.” You looked up at him noting his hair wasn’t blonde as you thought; it had more of a silver touch.  

“Aww, you’re also a fresh sack of buns too?” Maria laughed. 

“Who else is?” You asked wondering who looked fairly younger than the rest which only lead to Wanda, Pietro. 

“Well, the twins are freshman. Natasha, Sharon and I are sophomores. Loki is a junior which leaves Thor and Clint as seniors.” Maria noted as you nodded not fully comprehending the whole sentence. 

After a few minutes of enjoying the air on your faces and conversating with everyone, the smell of food finally hit your nostrils, making you hungrier. Everyone went up to a large table and left a few personal belongings before going to the cafeteria line. 

“Y/n?” You turned around to the direction your name was being called. From the other line, you saw y/f/n with Steve and Bucky behind them.  You quickly turned around to Sharon, muttering you’d be back and went towards the other line. 

“Hey guys,” You waved at the 3 of them but only got a response from Steve and y/f/n, Bucky pretended to be busy on his phone. “So I’m with these people I met in class, cutest guys ever.” You noted. 

Bucky looked up from his phone, “You’ll like Loki.” You looked at Steve who seemed upset. 

“Y/n, Loki isn’t a good guy.” You looked up at Steve, giving him a questioning look. “He hasn’t been really the healthiest dude.” By healthy, you knew he meant he did some sort of drug. 

“Well that’s sad; I’m actually going to hang out with him tonight. He invited me to a friendly party one of my new friends, Natasha is throwing. I’ll see you in a bit,” You looked to your friend but caught a glimpse of Bucky tightening his jaw. “I told Sharon to keep my place; I’ll catch up in a bit, I still have to tell you about, you-know-what.” 

But before you could even move, a hand was placed at the small of your back. Slightly gasping, you looked up to see Pietro, two lunches on his left hand.  “Princess, are you coming?”

You were surprised by his choice of words, “Yeah” You looked back at Y/f/n who had a surprised look. “I’ll catch up in a bit. Text me when you find a place.” With that, you were gone, following Pietro to the table.

“So who was that?” Pietro asked

“Oh, that’s my best friend, y/f/n. We’ve been best friends since like forever.”

“And what about the other dude?” “That’s Steve and his friend Bucky behind them, they’re my neighbors.”

“Ahh, so you guys are the girls from the 4th floor.” You nodded in agreement. “No wonder.” You heard him mutter.

“No wonder what?” You asked when you had reached the table.

“Bucky dude was glaring at me.”

“Why would tha-“

“He likes you, Y/n.” Natasha somehow heard the conversation.

Maria butted in, “Trust me, no one messes with John without being gossip. No one has ever won a fight with him, so you can just imagine what gossip Bucky Barnes started.”  

“You know gossip is going around pretty fast, and every girl is going wild over him.” You and Pietro sat down.

“Who couldn’t fall in love with him, his jaw line is carved by God himself,” Sharon said before digging into her hamburger.

“He’s not even that cute.” Loki sat down next to you.

“Do you even know what you’re saying?” Wanda threw a fry at Loki. Loki took advantage and opened his mouth, easily catching the fry.

“Y/n don’t turn around, but Bucky is glaring at you.” You were so close to turning around.

You took a sip of your water, “Let him, lately, he’s been a douche.”

“So he wouldn’t mind me doing this?” Pietro, who was sitting next to you on the long bench chair, used his right hand and placed it on the other side of your waist and pulled you closer to him, squeezing your bum along the way.

“I don’t think so.” You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Wanda asked pointing at the two of you.

“Leave some room for Jesus, kids.” Clint parted the two of you and placed his tray down.

The group laughed as you felt your phone vibrate, ‘Who’s that sexy bom bom?’ You read the message from y/f/n.

‘Where are you?’ You texted back

‘A few tables away from Steve’s.’ You looked behind, searching for your friend and quickly caught a glimpse of her bright pink sweater.

“Got to go guys,” You took the tray with food Pietro had gotten for you, “Thanks for the food, Pietro.” You fair welled them, getting many byes in return, and made your way towards Y/f/n who sat alone, waiting for your arrival. 

“So there’s plenty you need to say. You might as well give me your fries.” And so you did, giving her the fries, you began your rambling, “So when I got to my second class, the whole room was already filled but one seat next to Bucky, and then…” You told her about 2nd period and then about 3rd period. 

“So Bucky officially likes you.” 

“Eh, he’s probably just over protective after John.” You and y/f/n stood up from the table and made your way outside.

 “Sure keep telling yourself that. What about Pietro? Do you think he likes you?” 

“Oh, he does.”  You turned at her throwing her a smirk. “And I like him, so it all works out.”

Once the two of you got outside, you said your goodbyes since she had a class left and you went back to the dorm. 

You quickly got back to the building when you caught a ride with Sharon since she lived in the same building.

Once inside the elevator, you noticed she was on the 7th floor and you pressed the 4th button. “So how’s it like living with a bunch of men?”

“Totally great, you get to hear them banging women, and the best part is when they are going rough and the poor women are begging for their lives. You have your phone in your hand, ready to call 911, but then you remember they are having sex. Oh but the best part is when you open the front door and all you smell are their stinky socks and some good old farts with a mixture of some expensive cologne. But truly the best part is when they try to have their way with you.”  The elevator doors opened and you stepped out, saying your goodbyes, you walked down the hallway.

From dorm 109,108,107,106, 105-you stopped just before your door to pull out the keys. Concentrated, looking through your backpack, you didn’t notice a person had crept behind you, using its hand to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t scream.

The person used its other hand and pulled you back to its chest. Instantly recognizing the cologne by the proximity, you bit down on the hand, “What the hell Bucky?” You finally said when his hand let you go.

Bucky didn’t utter a word when you turned around and faced him, “What’s been up with you latel”

Bucky pushed you against the hallway’s wall and took a hold of your hands, making you drop your bag. Pulling your hands up to your head as he leans his body against yours, making it physically impossible to move. He ghostly placed his lips on top of yours, as he whispers, “You’re mine, only mine.”

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A 1 a.m. nightmare

Prompt: Bucky has nightmares, and when he doesn’t see Steve in his room at 1 a.m. he goes to the reader for help

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: Flufffff (which isn’t much a warning if you ask me)

Word Count:720 (it’s short but fluffy) :)

Totally not edited....

A 1 a.m. nightmare

You brushed your teeth ready for some most needed sleep. It had been a hard week, with a mission tiring the heck out of you and your muscles.  And tomorrow Tony was going to throw a party so you had to look good and not with bags under your eyes.

It was 9p.m., not your usual time for sleep but this night was an exception. All you wanted to do was throw yourself at your bed, cover yourself with the bed sheets and never have to leave it until tomorrow around 3 p.m.

You walked up to your bed, turned off your phone not wanting to get interrupted, plugged it in and finally felt the cold sheets wrap around your body, Instantly falling asleep.

Around 1 a.m. you got a frantic knock at the door and then the door suddenly fell from its hinges. “Arrrggghhhh” you groaned out when someone turned on the lights, making you shut your eyes. “Y/n! Y/n! Why didn’t you answer me?” You heard a hoarse voice come from Bucky.

“Bucky?” your eyes were finally adjusting to the light, and to your dismay your crush was crying-face red but couldn’t help but to look at the man with only boxers covering his intimate parts.

You gasped-”Bucky what happened?”

“‘I had a nightmare”, Bucky said through a sob. “they took him and he was gone.” Another sob came out from him. “I went to check if he was in his room,” Yet, another sob. ‘he isn’t in his room.” You lifted yourself up to let your back rest on the headboard covering yourself with the blanket.

“Bucky you know he could be at a bar or with some woma-”

“Y/n, I was with him till 12.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “What were the two of you doing?” You giggled at his shocked expression.

“Y/n I’m serious!” Bucky yelled coming closer to you.

“Okay, okay here I’ll call him.’ you reached over your night stand and retrieved your phone and turned it on and in fact you had 3 missed calls from Bucky.

“Here see?” You showed him your phone, a picture of Steve on screen with the word ‘dialing’ under the picture. You placed it on speaker.

“Hello?” Steve groaned.

“Hey Rogers.’ You smiled at Bucky whose face had relaxed.

“What’s up, Y/n?” “Steve are you alright?”

“Bucky? Is Bucky with you?” You heard in the background: ‘Honey is everything alright?’ and Steve whispered back, ‘yes dear, everything is okay. Now get some rest.’

“You’re with a girl? Is that Agent 13?” You screamed, happy your friend had settled down.

“Here name is Sharon.” Steve corrected you.

“My bad you couldn’t call her Agent 13 in bed, could you?” Another giggle spread throughout the room.

“Y/n what do you want?” Rogers sounded aggravated with you.

You looked at Bucky if you should say the truth, but by the look of it, he wanted it to keep the situation between the two of you. “I was going to ask if you wanted to have sex with me, but it seems you’re pretty busy.” That was the best lie you could up within 5 seconds.

“Uhhh…” Steve trailed off not knowing what to say.

“Night Rogers.” You hung up not waiting for an answer. “It’s going to be hella awkward morning.” You laughed and received a low chuckle from Bucky. “See everything is good, Bucky. No need to worry.”

You saw him walk up to the door or where the door once was. “Thanks doll.” He wiped off his tears and mustered a smile.

As he was about to leave you called his name, “Bucky wait!” You got up from bed and made your way towards him. For the first time Bucky had seen you in your panties and bra. As he took in your outfit, you said, “Bucky I know you are afraid, but I’m here now. Back then I wasn't there to stop the monsters. But here I am. I will never let anything happen to you or Steve.”

“Thank you baby doll.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist. You softly kissed his cheek before letting go, “Now go, I need to sleep.” You slapped his butt as he walked away, winking at him when he turned around to glare at you. 

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I’m thinking to write a part 2 with the title being ‘3 a.m. dreams’ Message me if I should :)

Tbh guys I had this dream last night  😂 😂 😂

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mmmm....yeeeesss

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When I Was Your Man

Prompt: Based on the song “I was your man” by Bruno Mars

Pairing: Aaron x Reader

Warnings: Very saddening 

Word Count: 776

A/N: I know the song is kind of old but it still touches my heart every time I hear it. 

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When I Was Your Man

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Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down 'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

You walked into your husband’s office, surprising him. 

“Y/n wha-” You interrupted him, closing the door behind you.

“I’m done.” You walked up to his desk and placed the golden ring on top of his files. “I’m done with you.” You whispered trying to convince yourself more than him. You were done with him, his job and with the little affection, you got from him. You felt like the job always came before you and you were glad he enjoys his job, but maybe just one day come home and show some love. 

“Y/n what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You are...” You were about to give him some piece of mind but decided to keep to yourself. What good would that be?  You walked out and went down the stairs feeling the tears almost falling over to your cheeks. 

“Y/n! Hey!” You looked up as you got down the stairs to see JJ and Reid making their way up to you. 

“Hey, guys.” You hugged them when they came up to you. 

“What are you doing here? Did you bring us food? With this baby, I’m craving everything.” JJ laughed. 

“Trust me I know.” You laughed rubbing your stomach as well. 

“You’re pregnant?” You could already hear the smile on Reid’s face without even looking at him. 

“3 weeks” You smiled back as JJ lit up like a firework. 

“Oh my god I’m 5 weeks!” 

“Rossi, Morgan, Tara, Garcia, Y/n has news!” 

Aaron opened the door of his office to see what was all the commotion. He became confused as he saw Rossi hugging you, a smile on his face. “Congratulations, baby girl.” Morgan was  next to hug you, squeezing you tightly. 

“What a blessing of the lord, I hope this brings happiness to the family.” Tara said and hugged you after Morgan had let go.

“Thank you, everyone, but I should get going, Jack is waiting for me to pick him up at school.” You smiled and waved goodbye getting many in return. 

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Aaron went back inside his office and sat down, holding the ring you left tightly against his fingers. Memories of you and him crossed his mind. The day you met, the day Jack called you mommy, the first day you guys made love. But most importantly the day you said ’i love you’ and without a second thought, he said it, for the first time since Haley had died.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door, he wished it was you but heard Garcia’s voice as she entered. “Sir, congratulations! Y/n just told us.” Garcia wouldn’t have hugged him since he’s always in a sour mood, but this time, she didn’t stop herself. Walking up to him and hugging him, she said “You’re going to be a dad again! Jack is going to love a baby brother around.” 

“Y/n is pregnant?: He asked her, not hugging her back. 

“Didn’t she tell you?” Garcia let go of him.  

He didn’t answer her question, running out of the room and making his way towards the stairs like lighting, trying to catch up to you. He couldn’t let you leave without you personally telling him. 

He was down in the parking lot in record time looking for your car, quickly spotting it and saw you just a few steps away from the car. He called out your name, but you ignored him, getting a quicker pace, trying to reach your car first  and drive off. 

But of course Aaron was quick to catch up, you unlocked the car and opened the door just for him to slam the car door back into place. Your back facing him, you flinched, tears in your eyes as he turned you around by grabbing a hold of your shoulder. 

“Y/n when where you going to tell me?” You noticed there were tears in his eyes as well. 

“Never” You admitted getting his hand off your shoulder avoiding his eyes, looking at the cars behind him. 

“Y/n I’m going to be a dad again.” He hugged you and felt his tears when he nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck. You placed your chin on his shoulder also crying not wanting to let go of him, but knowing it was for the best. 

You stayed in that position, trying  hard enough to keep yourself as decent as possible not wanting to have a breakdown. “I should go...” You peeled yourself off of him and opened the door. “Jack is waiting for me.” 

“Y/n...” You heard him stuttering something but couldn’t understand anything. So you got inside not bothering to say goodbye and drove off  to pick up your stepson. 

Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh… 

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