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New Year (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: New Year Rating: PG-13 Length: 4500 Warnings: Mild Angst (PTSD, mentions of blood and injury, and PINING) Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set on New Year’s Eve 1991. Summary: Reader rings in the New Year with the Murphys and Javier.

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Getting shot was not a pleasant experience. You were actually really fucking lucky. A few inches over and the bullet would’ve hit some fairly vital arteries in your leg. As it was, the doctors had lauded Javier for his fast thinking. His belt had made a handy tourniquet. Things could’ve been a lot worse if you hadn’t been with him.

You hissed a little as you sat down at the table, propping your leg up on the chair beside you. “Thank you again for inviting me. I had all these plans to go down to the bar and ring in the New Year getting drunk, but…” You gestured to your leg. “I can’t drink much with the meds they have me on.”

Connie stopped what she was doing, turning to give you a look. “You shouldn’t be drinking at all on those meds.”

“A beer or two isn’t going to kill me.” Your brows raised upwards with a playful challenge. “It’s a holiday, Connie. I’m going to drink.” You looked towards Steve then, chewing on your bottom lip. “Did Javi say if he was coming?”

“Who knows with him,” He shrugged as he sat down at the table across from you. “I’m sure he’s got plans of his own.”

Javier probably did have plans. And while you couldn’t blame him for wanting to ring in the New Year having fun somewhere, there was a part of you that was a little disappointed at the prospect of not seeing him. You hadn’t seen much of him since the shooting. Sure, he’d come to the hospital while you were stuck there — but aside from that, he’d been scarce.

“Well, he would be wise not to rub it in.” You quipped, before a grimace marred your expression as you readjusted your leg. “Steve, I’m telling you… don’t get shot.”

“Steve better not get shot.” Connie said as she approached the table with a bowl of salad. She playfully swatted the back of Steve’s head, before leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. Steve curled his arm around her hips and pulled her in close so he could press a quick kiss to her lips.

The Murphys could be sickeningly sweet, even if you knew the truth. Connie was miserable in Colombia and you were certain that a part of her deeply resented Steve for dragging her along into this mess. Things were definitely strained between the two of them. Adopting Oliva hadn’t eased that tension.

A knock at the front door stirred you from your thoughts. “That’ll probably be Javier.” Steve remarked as he rose to his feet and vanished around the corner.

Your heart beat a little faster, but you tempered yourself. “I wish I could help, Connie. I feel like a slug on a rock right now.”

“That’s certainly an interesting comparison.” She laughed, sitting a trivet down on the table before returning with a hot plate of vegetables.

You laughed brightly, “I couldn’t think of a better one.” You turned when you heard Javier’s voice. He and Steve were just around the corner, all hushed voices and whispers. “Are you guys going to lurk or join us?” You questioned.

Javier appeared around the corner, brows furrowed with annoyance over whatever he and Steve had been discussing. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m here.” He approached the table, stopping beside your chair. He hesitated, fingers clenching and unclenching, before he reached out and curled his fingers around the back of your chair. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot.” You deadpanned, a faint smirk playing over your lips as you looked up at him. “And Connie’s trying to deny me alcohol.”

“You’re on pain medication.” She chided.

You rolled your eyes and Javier chuckled quietly. He released his hold on the back of your chair, offering a fleeting touch to your shoulder that left you feeling warm all over. “You look good.” He told you.

“Thanks.” Your eyes flickered towards Steve who was holding a bottle of Old Parr. “You brought it!” You slapped Javier’s arm, grinning up at him.

“I brought it to ring in the New Year.” He grumbled, jaw clenched tightly as he shot Steve a look.

He took a step away from you, peeling off his leather jacket. He pulled the carton of cigarettes out of his pocket and tossed them down on the table. Javier draped the jacket over the back of the chair beside you. You caught the look he gave Steve, before he busied himself with prying a cigarette out and lighting it up.

Sometimes you couldn’t tell if the pair of them actually liked each other or were seconds away from murder.

If it came to blows, your bets were on Javier. You had seen, firsthand, what he had done to the guy who shot you. He could take on anyone.

“I got cleared to start back at the office next week. But I won’t be approved for fieldwork until mid-January at the earliest.” You stated, breaking through the awkward tension that was hanging in the air of the kitchen.

“Good.” Steve said with a slight nod. “The office has been a lot less fun without you around.”

“I’m flattered.” You said with a mock bow. “Honestly though, I’m losing my fucking mind being stuck at home.”

Javier sank down into the chair beside you, blowing out a puff of smoke. “I’m just a call away.”

“Calling you? Do you want me to go crazy?” You teased, taking in the way he was watching you. Sometimes you thought you knew what he was thinking, but other times… maybe you were afraid to know. “I have a phone too. I think you know the number.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Speaking of calling people, Javi…. Connie mentioned that Mariana hasn’t heard from you.”

“Ohhh.” You whistled teasingly. “So, who is Mariana?” You questioned, looking between Steve and Javier curiously.

Javier looked pissed off. “Some fucking nurse Connie’s been trying to set me up with.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I dunno, Murphy. She doesn’t sound like my type.”

“Is Connie trying to set you up with her co-workers too?” You let your head fall back as you laughed. “She had me all set up to go out with a doctor before this happened.” You gestured to your leg.

Connie shot you a look. “He’s a very nice man. And a good doctor.” She shook her head. “Plus, he has no plans to leave Colombia so you won’t have to bow out at the first mention of going stateside.”

You huffed. “That wasn’t the only reason I broke up with Lance.”

“You were too good for Lance.” Javier said pointedly as he took another drag from his cigarette. He’d leaned back in his seat, an arm slung coolly over the back of the chair.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You laughed. “I mean, he was squeaky clean and that is just not my type.” Lance had been a wonderful partner, but you both wanted different things from that relationship. Different people.

“And he was CIA.” Javier smirked at you, before looking towards Connie. “Not everyone is meant to be in a relationship, Connie.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That’s just the excuse you use, Javi.”

“I actually thought about inviting Mariana.” Connie remarked as she sat down beside Steve.

You tensed, suddenly dreading the prospect that you were about to become the third — er, fifth — wheel. The thought of them inviting some woman to hang all over Javier for the evening made your stomach turn.

Javier’s jaw clenched. “You didn’t.”

“Jesus, Javi.” Steve laughed, shaking his head. “No. We didn’t. I figured it wasn’t fair to Mariana.”

You relaxed a little, rubbing at your leg just above the bandage. The thought of ringing in the New Year while the Murphys tried to fix Javier up with some woman did not sound like fun. And given the way Javier relaxed — it hadn’t sounded like a good evening to him either.

“You should’ve invited her,” You remarked despite yourself, just to piss Javier off. “Look, Connie. You’ve got to let me pre-screen these women. They’ve got to have the intestinal fortitude to put up with his bullshit.”

He flipped you off, but it was offset with a glint of mischief in his dark eyes. “You want a shot?” Javier questioned.

You nodded, coloring rising to your cheeks.

Javier passed his cigarette to you as he got up and you took it from him. You inhaled a puff, letting it rest between your lips for a moment before snuffing it out in the ashtray in front of you.

“You really shouldn’t be drinking.” Connie tsked.

“One shot isn’t going to kill me.”

Javier returned to the table with two shot glasses that he’d scrounged out of the Murphy’s cabinets. He grabbed the bottle of Old Parr off the counter, twisting the top off and pouring you both a shot.

“What are we toasting to?” You questioned with a grin, picking up your glass.

Javier rubbed his lips together thoughtfully. “Ah, I’ve got it.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “To not being set up by Connie and Steve in the New Year.”

“Real funny.” Steve remarked and you snorted as you laughed.

“To that.” You clinked your glass against Javi’s and knocked it back with a satisfied hiss. “Speaking of being set up,” You started, looking up at Javier. You weren’t done tormenting him yet. “When are you going to tell me the story of that fiancé of yours in Laredo.”

Javier groaned, “Come on. You gonna break my heart like this, baby?” He sank down into the seat beside you, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s ancient history.”

“I’m just impressed that someone got you that close to the altar.” He ran your finger around the rim of your shot glass, eyes fixed on his face. You had tried to get the story out of him for years. You had little pieces of it — her name, that he’d left her the morning of the wedding. But outside of that, you knew very little.

Javier glared at you, dragging his tongue over his teeth before he shrugged. “I was young and stupid. Not making that mistake again.”

“Marriage isn’t the worst thing in the world.” Connie remarked, shaking her head. “Both of you are the worst commitment-phobes.”

“I am not afraid of committing.” You snapped, shooting her a look. You weren’t. Lance had been a testament to that. You’d made it a year with him, before you finally threw in the towel.

“You ran the second Lance suggested—“

You cut her off. “I ran the second he suggested I leave my job.” You corrected her, rubbing at your forehead out of frustration. “I’m in it for the long haul here. My job is infinitely more important to me than some stupid man.”

“You started this,” Javier reminded you, flashing you a smug grin as he got up again. “You got any beer, Murph?”

“In the fridge.”

Connie folded her arms against the table and stared at you, “Can’t you try to find someone? Consider it a New Year’s resolution, maybe?”

“If she doesn’t want to find someone, why push her?” Javier questioned as he returned, sitting a beer down in front of you. You hadn’t even needed to ask for it.

“Thanks.”

“You would say that, Javi.” Steve remarked, laughing a little as he leaned forward to pick up some of the salad with the salad tongs.

“I’m just focused on work.” You insisted. “I don’t need someone.” Your eyes flickered towards Javier, keenly aware of the way he was staring at you. Again, impossible to read. “Lance was fun and all-“

“Was he?”

You snorted. “No. He was boring, but the point is… I tried the whole relationship thing. It just doesn’t work with where I see my future.” You shrugged. “You guys work,” You gestured between Steve and Connie. “But it’s just not that easy for the rest of us.”

Javier nodded his agreement.

You reached for your beer and took a swig, sloshing it around in your mouth before you swallowed. “This was a long-winded way of telling you not to set me up with anymore doctors or contractors or whoever you think is perfect for me.”

Connie sighed heavily. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at her, before changing the topic. “How is Olivia settling in to life as a Murphy?”

“She’s good.” Steve shrugged. “She’ll make an appearance before the fireworks, I’m sure. Her sleep schedule is off this week with Connie’s work schedule.”

“She can’t miss her first New Year’s with us.” Connie added. “My parents sent the cutest little headband with the new year on it.”

“Cute.” You grinned. “Take lots of pictures. I hear they grow up fast.”

———

“We should be able to see the fireworks from here.” Steve remarked as he pulled back the sliding curtains and slid the glass doors open to lead out onto the balcony. You were a little envious of their view of the city. Your apartment wasn’t terrible, but you had a glorious view of a carpark.

From the sofa, where you had your leg propped up, you could see straight out into the inky darkness of the city. There were a few street lights glowing below, but the sky was dark and perfect for fireworks.

“Three minutes!” Connie cheered, offering Steve a flute of champagne as she joined him out on the balcony. You could tell she was really trying to make this a special moment for both of them. They deserved something good.

You tilted your head, glancing towards Javier where he was perched on the arm of the sofa at the other end. “You know, I had plans to be ringing in the New Year down at the bar. Instead I get this.”

Javier looked your way, “Is this better or worse?”

You hummed thoughtfully, rubbing your lips together. “I dunno. I guess you guys are fun.” You couldn’t help but grin at him. “Steve didn’t think you were going to come tonight.”

He shrugged, “I debated not coming. But I figured you could use the company.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, taking a sip of your beer before leaning forward to put it on the coffee table.

“One minute!” Connie shouted in from the balcony.

You rolled your eyes, lips parted to say something snide to Javier but the sudden crash of the fireworks bursting across the sky caught you off guard. Your heart raced, panic gripping tightly at your throat.

The sound made you nearly jump out of your skin as the colorful lights danced across the sky. Connie and Steve seemed enamored with the lightshow, but for you — it sounded like a gunshot.

It sounded like pain. The flash of red fireworks, reminding you of watching your blood spill across hot pavement. The night sky was an eerie reminder of the darkness that had encroached, trying to take you with it.

“Shit.” You muttered, blinking blearily as you realized that you had knocked your beer off the coffee table. Had really you reacted that severely to the fireworks?

The Murphys were entirely oblivious out on the balcony, but Javier was at your side. “Hey, easy there.” He reassured you as he crouched down beside the sofa. He looked up at you, brows furrowed with worry, before he used the fist full of napkins he had snatched off the coffee table to clean up the spilled beer. “You okay?”

You flinched again as another round of fireworks lit up the sky.

You were very much not okay. You could hear your pulse drumming in your ears.

“Yeah.” You offered with uncertainty.

Javier reached out and squeezed your shoulder, “Hey, just focus on me.”

You blinked slowly, jerking again as another crack of fireworks illuminated the night. “I’m focusing on you.” You whispered, meeting his eyes.

You had never been particularly drawn to dark eyes, but there was something about his that made you want to get lost in them. There was a lot about Javier that made you want to get lost in him. For awhile now.

He gripped at your forearm tightly, “It’s okay. Just focus on me. They’re just fireworks. They can’t hurt you.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. “It sounded like gunfire.”

“Yeah.” He frowned. “I was there too.”

You looked down at where he was holding your arm, frowning. “You’re bleeding.” You caught the sight of the glimmer of red on your arm where he was holding you.

“The bottle broke.” Javier explained, pulling his hand away and wiping it off on his jeans. “It’s alright.” He glanced down at the ground. “I’m gonna clean this up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He gave your good leg a light pat before he pulled himself up off the ground.

You swept your fingers through your hair and sank back on the sofa, sighing heavily. You could still feel the burn of adrenaline in your veins — fight or flight driving you. Every boom of the fireworks made your pulse quicken, but you tried to focus on your breathing, on Javier, on anything that wasn’t the flash of color in the night sky.

“I need another beer.” You mumbled, dragging yourself off the sofa. What you needed was to get away from the open door. So you retreated into the kitchen after Javier.

You were hobbling, gingerly putting weight down on your bad leg as you limped your way towards the fridge.

“I could’ve gotten that for you.” He quipped, rinsing his hand off in the sink.

“I am perfectly capable of getting my own beer.” You told him, grabbing a new beer out of the fridge. You snatched the bottle opener magnet off the refrigerator door, popping the top off.

You hated how fucking stupid all of it was. You got shot and now you couldn’t even enjoy fireworks because they sounded like gunfire. You couldn’t just ignore it, like you did with everything else.

The nightmares. The cold sweats when a car backfired. Fucking fireworks.

“I thought I was fine.” You admitted quietly.

“It takes a minute.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Don’t give yourself a hard time.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, taking a sip of your beer. The fireworks were still loud outside of the apartment, but they were less jarring without an open door in front of you. “I fucking hate this, Javi.” You whispered. “Everyone treats me like I’m a fuck up because I got shot.”

“You’re not.” He moved towards you, stopping right in front of you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, from just how close he was. “We were both blindsided by that asshole.” Javier rested his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Okay?”

You shook your head slowly, before lifting your gaze to meet his. “It’s just bullshit.”

“No. The fact that they all underestimate you is bullshit. But you've never been one to let them know that they’re getting to you.” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, holding your gaze. “Just don’t rush back into the field. Take it easy. I’ll chew ‘em out if I’ve got to.”

You smiled at him, “Thank you Javi.” You took a step forward, curling an arm around his waist. “You’re a good friend.” You whispered.

He rubbed his hand over the small of your back, letting you linger against his chest. It was nice to be held — even if it was a fleeting moment. You could hear his heart beating beneath your cheek, the scent of his cologne clinging to his shirt. It was nice.

You pulled back, looking up at him. Without really thinking it through, you rose up on your toes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Happy New Year, Javi.” You whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheek to wipe away the dusty pink lipstick that had been left behind.

“It’s fucking 1992.” He huffed and laughed, giving your waist a brief squeeze before he retreated across the kitchen to grab a paper towel to wrap around his hand where it was still bleeding. You couldn’t blame him for putting distance between the two of you. “Can you believe that?”

“Insanity.” You laughed, taking another drink from your beer before you hobbled over to the table, sitting down and stretching your leg out in front of you. You’d put far too much weight on it. It hurt like a son of a bitch.

Your brows furrowed as you caught him rubbing at his cheek where you’d kissed him. Had you gone too far? Neither of you had ever had any issues with being affectionate with one another — but a little flicker of worry still managed to work its way into your mind. Maybe it was too much.

What was that silly superstition? Was it that the first person you kissed on New Years would be the same person you kissed on the following New Year’s Eve? You’d never really put much stock in those stupid superstitions… and it was Javier after all.

Could you lay the blame at the foot of drinking while taking pain medication?

You hated yourself for harboring any feelings for him, outside of being your coworker and friend. But it was hard to ignore the way your heart fluttered sometimes around him. There was something there, but you tried to avoid acknowledging it.

“The three of us are hitting the bar the second this leg heals.” You remarked, wanting to move on from the stupid mistake you’d made. “I can’t take much more of this.”

“What? Don’t want to be hop-along?”

You flipped him off.

“You sure you don’t want to go out with Dr. Wonderful instead?”

You pretended to puke.

“Only if you go out with Mariah? Mary Anne?”

“Mariana.” Javier rubbed at the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, that’s not happening.” He approached the table, pulling a chair out and turning it around so he was straddling it as he sat down. “I’ll let you in on a secret.”

“Oh?” You grinned as you took a sip of beer.

“I’m pretty sure Mariana was looking for more than I was interested in.” He raised his brows suggestively.

“Javier!” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “You already fucked her? Seriously? Come on man.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I did call her, but… she was looking for something I don’t think I’m made for giving.”

You pushed your fingers through your hair and leaned an elbow against the table. “I get that.” You chewed on your bottom lip. “No wonder you looked like you were going to crawl out of your skin when they mentioned inviting her.”

“I would’ve shit a brick.” He laughed, pulling the paper towel off his hand to examine the wound.

“Did it stop bleeding?” You questioned.

“It was just a knick.” He waved it off. “Hell of a way to ring in the new year.”

You chuckled, taking a sip of your beer. “I really hope 1992 isn’t as crazy as 1991 was. Let getting shot be the worst thing the 90s have planned for me.”

“We can only hope.” Javier said quietly as he stared at you.

“What’s that look for?” You questioned.

“Nothing.” He raked his hands over his face and sighed. “I should probably get out of here. You need a ride?”

You shook your head slowly, “They offered up the guest room.”

“Nice.” Javier swallowed thickly and your eyes were drawn to the bob of his Adam’s apple. Had he been hoping for a different answer? The same one you wanted to give him?

What would happen if he drove you home? Your mind wandered down an interesting path — a path that led nowhere good. Going home with Javier Peña was a terrible idea. Even if the temptation was real.

Just seconds ago he had told you that he had fucked some nice little nurse friend of Connie’s, with no intention of ever seeing her again. And you were — what? Thinking it would somehow be different for you?

You worked with him. You couldn’t just do that shit. Even if you wanted to.

“Thanks again, Javi.” You smiled softly at him. “For the Old Parr, cleaning up my mess… keeping me alive.”

He winked at you. “I only saved you ‘cause I couldn’t stand the thought of being stuck with just Murphy in the office again.”

You tilted your head back and laughed. “It all has to do with Steve, doesn’t it?” Your shoulders shook as you laughed. “Get out of here, Javier. Drive safe.”

“Happy New Year.” He offered, hauling himself out of the chair reluctantly. He stepped around the table to give your shoulder a squeeze. “Get some sleep.”

“See you next week. Hopefully.”

“I have no doubt that you’ll be there Monday morning, raring to get back into the field.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Work was a great distraction.

You’d clearly had too many days stuck in your apartment. That was the only explanation for your bullshit. Of all the men at the DEA, it just had be Javier-fucking-Peña, didn’t it? The one man that absolutely had to be off-limits.

But it was hard not to harbor feelings for him. The way that he had looked down at you after you had been shot was still burned into mind. The way he held your hand on the ride to the hospital. The gentle way he brushed his fingers over your forehead and begged you to stay with him. And for a fleeting second, you had been convinced that maybe your stupid infatuation wasn’t one-sided.

“Where’d Javi go?” Steve questioned as he strolled into the kitchen with their two empty champagne flutes.

You chewed on your bottom lip briefly, before taking a sip of beer. “Home.”

Steve frowned, looking truly concerned then. “Are you okay? Did Javier say something to you?”

You arched a brow. “Was he supposed to?”

His shoulders sank and he shook his head. “No, you’ve just got a funny look on your face and we both know he’s an asshole.”

You laughed, looking down at the table. “Nah. I’m the stupid one here. Fireworks triggered me.”

“Shit.”

“It’s fine.” You held up a hand to stop him. “I’m just gonna sleep, I think.”

“You sure nothing happened with Javier?”

You hesitated. “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t he seem off tonight?”

“Probably had something to do with Connie joking about inviting the woman he didn’t call back after fucking.” You grabbed onto the side of the table to help yourself stand. “You definitely spared Mariana.”

Steve’s hands went to his hips as he shook his head. “He’s a jackass.”

“Yep.” You nodded in agreement, downing your beer and throwing the bottle away. Why had Steve thought Javier had said something to you? Goddammit, if they’d gotten themselves in trouble with the DEA in the brief period of time you’d been off — you’d kill them.

As it was, without you they only had half a brain cell to share between them.

That had to be what they were all hush-hush about.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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underthemoon-and-stars · 5 years

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Are you willing to write a Stucky with a child that has Cystic Fibrosis? If so, can it be a domestic fluff? Like Bucky finds the kid and they remind him of Pre-serum Steve so he and Bucky take them in. Thank you if you can. (I'm sorry just want to see a CF character in a fandom I love)

Hi dear!! I was very nervous to write this as I wasn't very aware of the symptoms of CF. I went on a lot of medical sites and I think I have the information right? If not I am so so sorry and I will redo it!! Also I'm going to make their child a daughter but feel free to switch up the pronouns! -Selenophile

Cystic fibrosis is a genetic condition, which means that it is something you are born with. Cystic fibrosis is known to cause your lungs to produce extra-thick, sticky mucus. This mucus builds up and clogs your airways. Side effects include persistent cough with phlegm, postnasal drip, wheezing, shortness of breath, inability to exercise, as well as poor growth and low body weight despite a good appetite.

Y/N reads the doctors note every day. When she was younger, she didn't understand one word of it. At two years of age she would hand over the card to the family that had high hopes of adopting a little girl. They would usually leave without her. Her housemother, Mrs. Hamilton, always played it off as a different type of superhero form the comic books. Not a lot of adults want superhero babies. It was so easy to believe that. Now she’s 18. She getting released into the real world Luckily, her friend offered her house just till she can find a college to stay at. Y/N had to learn the hard way that adults don't want a sick kid.

“Hey kiddo” Mrs. Hamilton said, her tone soft like silk. “You read that dumb note everyday. It means nothing.”

“It apparently does. No adult wanted me in my 18 years of being here.” Y/N retaliated.

“Don't think about that. They didn't deserve you anyway.”

Y/N sighed and picked up her tote bags. “I’ll miss your kindness, Mrs. Hamilton.”

“You have my number if you need me.”

“I know”

They shared a long tender hug. Y/N pulled away once she felt a little tickle in her throat. The tickle sadly turned into a whole fit.

“Hey, if you ever need me to pay for your Bronchodilators, please text me. I don't mind.”

“Of course Mrs. Hamilton. Ill see you around.”

And with that, Y/N made her way down the stairs. This place, so familiar, was now going to be apart of her past. She remembers running all around with her “brothers”. Patiently eating dinner with her “sisters” was the best. Even exploring the world with their gender-fluid and non-binary siblings was so exciting. Mrs. Hamilton and her always had the best talks. Mr. Hamilton helped with her homework. So, so many memories from this place. She’ll miss it.

The outside world was so much different now that Y/N was out on her own. She took her meds this morning, so that once gross, pollen-infested air didn't even bother her anymore. Her brave feet carried her away from the place she used to call home. The first order of business before heading to her house of 2 months though, get some lunch. Wendy’s has a pretty amazing salad and it was only 2 blocks down. Lucky for her, 2 blocks was her walking limit. Off she went.

That's where Bucky and Steve were enjoying a lovely lunch as well. Steve had a hamburger, and Bucky had some chicken nuggets.

“Alright dear” Steve said “Check Wendy's off your list”

“Already did. I think its pretty good! Not my favorite though.” Bucky replied happily.

The newly-founded couple have been going to one fast food place a week to introduce Bucky to different types. Any fast food restaurant one could think of, they're going. It was a mix of a date and bringing Bucky up to modern times. It was good for them.

“Bucky, all you get is chicken nuggets you should branch out.”

“Leave me aloneeee I love my chicken nuggets”

They giggled together, and returned to eating. That's when Y/N walked through the door. She was already panting. Not even realizing, she passed the two men who would change her life.

Y/N stood patiently, waiting to order. Bucky watched her. Her small, skinny stature reminded him so much of young Steve. Even the way she panted after walking in. Steve would do the same.

“Who are you looking at my love?” Steve questioned.

“Oh, the girl on line. She reminds me so much of you. Skinny, Small, I heard her panting. Look she's coughing now too. What was it called?”

Steve turns around and smiles “Bucky she's cute but what's your point?”

Bucky jumped up “I'm gonna talk to her!”

“That's cute love but please come back id like to enjoy our date before our next mission”

The long-haired man nodded, skipping happily over to Y/N. Just as he was approaching though, an older man came behind her and snatched her wallet. Bucky was ready to pounce, but Y/N was first to it. She was so weak, so she flung right off with a simple push of the man.

“Hey doll, you alright?” He asked softly.

She nodded weakly, already shaking. Steve rushed out the door to follow the man.

“That's my boyfriend, he’ll get your wallet. Why don't you sit with us? I’ll get your lunch! What would you like?”

Y/N looked up at him. “I-I” she took a minute to wheeze out a cough “T-that's too kind of y-you.”

“Please its my pleasure! what would you like?”

Y/N tells him a simple Caesar Salad. He happily picks her up, along with her stuff. Bucky told her where she was sitting, and she made her way.

This is so weird. Y/N thinks to herself. She takes a seat regardless through, watching the tall blonde walk towards the shorter brunette. She sees her wallet and feels at ease.

“She’s either a runaway or an orphan whos turned 18. We need to take her in” Bucky whispered into his ear.

“Or she's just heading off to college? I cant put a girl a risk” Steve whispered back.

“Please Steve. She reminds me so much of you. She cant survive out here one her medication runs out. And to be honest? She seems like she has a low dosage the way she's still wheezing and coughing like that.”

“One day James. If she changes my mind in one day, we can keep her”

Bucky happily kissed Steve's cheek. He carefully grabbed the salad and took it to the girl.

They ate together rather happily. The couple learned her name was Y/N. She’s and 18 year old girl who just came out of the system, just like Bucky hypothesized. To sum up her condition , she showed them the note - which was only kept for nostalgic purposes - which made Steve feel connected to her more.

“So no one adopted you because you have Cystic Fibrosis?” Bucky asked

“No one wants a sick kid”

Steve sympathized. “I used to have CF too. Once I got the super solider serum I never had to deal with it again. I understand where you come from though. Being constantly underweight and small, also no matter how hard you try you cant become better at exercise. I get it.”

Bucky took Steve’s hand and kissed his cheek. Y/N smiled, continuing to eat her salad. She didn't even question the fact that he was Captain America, she understands how it feels to be bombarded with questions.

They managed to convince Y/N to stay for the night. She fought them on it, telling them they were being way too nice for a girl who was about to ruin their night. Bucky continued to tell her to shush it, while Steve was having a change of heart.

It was a good night. They watched TV together, enjoyed a lovely home cooked dinner, talked some more about each other and even played some old timey board games. Y/N had the time of her life. No way on Earth would she do this with any other adult who offered her help. Since Steve had a similar experience and Bucky helping him through said experience, it gave Y?N the confidence to take the offer. She never regretted it

That one day became one week. That one week became one month. The one month became a year. Steve and Bucky were there every step of the way. Convincing to ask the little web slinger Peter Parker out to prom, taking said prom pictures, helping Y/N with homework, taking her on cool adventures. The day of her high school graduation they gave her the gift of a car. She gave them the official title of Dad. When the papers for official guardianship were clear, it was the happiest day of the trio’s life.

Now, its the night before Y/N goes to college. Her bags were packed. Her small, cozy bedroom looked so vacant now. Her dads were cuddled up on the couch.

“Got any room for a jellybean?” She asked softly.

“Yes we do! Always!” Bucky cheered happily,splitting apart from Steve. The small girl jumped in, which was a big mistake since she was already taking deeper breaths.

“Did your school accommodate for your CF?” Steve asked, giving her a big fat kiss on her cheek.

With a giggle, she replied “Yeah dad, They put me in the closest dorm to the classroom. They also put me on the lower floor on the dorm building. AND Peter said he was gonna help me out.”

“You and Peter are too cute, I'm happy he takes interest in you”

“Thanks Dad 2″

Y/N leaned right into her dad 2 where she was scooped under the chilly metal. Steve got up, moving to the fleshier side of his husband. Yes, in the year Y/N lived with them, they finally got themselves together and got married. Y/N was Bucky’s maid of honor, and she joined in on the couples first dance.

They watched the stupid soap opera that was on late at night. all three of them couldn't even keep up with what was happening.

“Dads, I love you” Y/N blurted out.

“Woah kid, you better catch your breath, because we love you too.” Bucky responded as Steve reached over, playing with the girls hair. Her happy giggled gave Steve and Bucky the message: they changed this girls world.

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Steve Rogers x Chronically Ill!Reader

A/N: OKAY I have never done this before and don’t even know if this is good. I just got the inspiration from one of @bigexplodingstar ‘s imagines and yup. I hope this is okay. I have just been wanting to see more inclusion of disabled/chronically ill characters in fanfiction so uh... here it is? I would love to hear what you think! I literally wrote this in a few hours. It started as a headcanon but I started to put too much into... Honestly, it could just be terrible. If someone else wants to take a shot at something like this PLEASE let me know I would love to read it.

(also, I know that rarely, if ever, anyone has ever responded to being chronically ill but this is captain america and he is perfect and pure.)

Summary: You and Steve met when you started working for pepper and tony as their assistant. Once they found out you were chronically ill and that the treatment you were getting wasn’t helping, the instantly moved you into the compound where you would have access to their medical team who could keep an eye on you (and who, in Tony’s opinion was a million times better than the ones you were seeing). As you became better friends with the avengers, you seemed to grow closest to Wanda and Steve. Only Wanda knew besides Tony and Pepper what was going on with you and helped take care of you whenever she could. You and Steve even started dating, yet, you still hadn’t told him what was going on with you.

“Lady Y/N!!! It has been quite a long time!” Thor boomed from down the hallway. Flinching at the loudness of his voice you accepted his hug and after a little small talk you excused yourself down the hall, Wanda following closely behind

Across the room, Steve saw you flinch and tried to figure out why. You weren’t afraid of the thunderous god. He would have definitely noticed that. Did you not like his soul crushing hugs? No one really did… he followed where he saw you and Wanda to ask you about it as he pondered. He could hear your voices so he knew he was heading the right direction

“Yn, hey! Wait up!” Wanda called after you “are you okay?” your friend caught up and she looped her arm around yours.

“Um, yeah, I don’t really feel great and just can’t do the loudness today” you smiled weakly at your friend.

“Noted. Want some company while you hide in your room?”

“I think I am ok, thanks though Wanda”.

She gave you a gentle squeeze and a knowing smile promising to check up on you later. That is when Steve caught up to you two.

“Oh, uh, hey Steve” Wanda nudged you as she started walking away.

“Wanda” he said in reply. You looked down at your feet before finding the incredibly handsome avenger looking at you “Is everything okay doll?”

Ugh. He was calling you doll again. The nickname always made you blush, not helping the fact that you were already feeling pathetic for not being able to handle the loud avengers.

“I’m ok, I just have a headache, and Thor is a bit loud, is all” you only semi lied, looking back down at your feet. He thankfully accepted your answer, and escorted you to your room.

“Can I keep you company? I feel I haven’t seen you much lately” he asked as you went to climb in your bed.

“Well, I was just gonna take a nap, if you want to join me?” at that he jumped right in with you and snuggled into you.

As much as you wanted to be alone right now, you loved cuddling Steve. And with his extra warmth you fell right asleep.

Steve woke up after about 45 minutes and left you to continue your napping. After making some dinner to surprise you with, he carefully walked back into your room and set it down next to your bed with a little note.

You slowly opened your eyes and immediately realized Steve was gone. Glancing at the clock, it read 2:45am. Rubbing your eyes and sitting up slowly you saw the tray and a note. Turning on the lamp by your bed you picked it up.

Y/n,

Thought I would make you dinner before I had to leave. I will only be gone for a few hours. I would have said goodbye but you look like an absolute angel when you sleep.

Yours,

Steve

Smiling you put the note back down and put the contents of the tray, in the microwave you had in your room. After it warmed up all the way you ate it slowly, not wanting to further upset your stomach.

It was almost 3am when Steve made it back to the compound. Not expecting you to be awake he quietly peaked in on you.

“Doll…. Did you just wake up? Are you sure you are feeling okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine… I just slept longer than I thought I would”. Now you were lying between your teeth and you felt terrible about it.

You hated the fact that you hadn’t told your boyfriend about your chronic illness, but how could you tell him? He is a super hero who goes and fights bad guys, goes to bed, then gets up to do it again the next morning! You worked at a desk and sometimes couldn’t even get up the next day, and you felt pathetic.

Seeing the sadness flash behind your eyes Steve scooped you up into a tender embrace as he ran his fingers through your hair. It frustrated him so much to see you like this. He knew something was wrong but didn’t want to push you too much, especially if you weren’t feeling well. Suddenly he noticed your body temperature was a lot higher than normal (which was easy to notice since you were normally a little cold).

“Y/n, listen, I love you, I don’t know why, and you don’t have to tell me right now, but something isn’t right.” He pulled back to look at you “I am taking you to the Medical wing to have them check you out, you are burning up right now, and I don’t think it’s because you have been wrapped up in blankets for the last few hours.”

Knowing you weren’t going to get him to let this go, you agreed to let him take you.

“Captain, I am glad you could convince y/n here to come in, she’s normally too stubborn to.” the doctor said before turning to face you “y/n you have a fever of 106. Especially with your medical history, this could have been very dangerous for you.” You sighed in response, looking up to see your confused and worried boyfriend. “We are going to get you re-hydrated and attach your other regular meds up through the IV. Do you have any questions?”

“Nope!” you said quickly before Steve could ask anything “thanks Doc!”

The doctor took that as his que, and left to get the nurses to hook you up to the IV.

“You have other meds? You are normally too stubborn to come in? Darling, you’ve got me really worried here” he told you. His eyebrows pulled up, eyes huge. Then he seemed to have an understanding look in his eyes “Doll, if you are worried what I am going to think, you know you have nothing to worried about, right?” you nodded shyly before he continued on. “Do you know what I was like pre-serum?” he asked you tentatively.

That’s when you suddenly felt very silly about this whole thing. “Oh, uh, yeah, I remember you telling me now…” you looked away quickly as you grew embarrassed. “I weighed 90 pounds dripping wet. I was the skinniest little twig you could ever imagine. I had asthma, heart problems, and scarlet fever, just to name a few.” He looked at you lovingly “if anyone is going to understand you, doll, it’s going to be me” he said with a smile. It disappeared as he saw a few small tears run down your cheek. Before you even noticed the tears, Steve kissed them off your cheek tenderly before planting a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. “Please” he held my face in my hands as he begged “please tell me what’s going on. Please let me in?”

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath “Steve, look, it’s not even that bad and I guess it really isn’t a big deal, so I really should have told you a lot sooner, but I am chronically ill. That’s why I seem tired all the time and I am constantly in pain. Some days, like today, I get overstimulated and can’t handle loud noises, bright lights, those types of things. On the worst days my skin even hurts…” you trailed off a little, looking back up at Steve. He looked sad, not in a pity kind of way, like you were used to, but in the way that says I understand you, and I love you. You gave him a peck on the cheek before continuing.

“Steve, the reason I kept this from you was because I was, well, still kind of am, afraid of what you’ll think of me. I know you grew up sick, and that you have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known, but people who I have told before have straight up told me that I am lying and had only been saying those things for attention… even doctors. Some have even treated me for things I knew weren’t an issue because they didn’t believe me and caused me more pain. I have lost friends over my illness and, Steve, I can’t lose y-“. This time, when Steve caught his lips with yours, it was rougher and filled with more passion than before. Resting his forehead on yours he whispered “nothing is gonna change baby. You have got me, heart and soul. I am yours. And I am not going to let anyone treat you like that ever again.” You both let the tears freely fall as he kissed you once again.

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