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There is nothing in this world that has ever surprised him as much as this very moment. They’re on what Chan thought was a double date. Y/n invited her best friend Toria to lunch at this quaint cafe, and he invited Hyunjin in an attempt to set the two up.

He distinctly remembers the two of them giggling and kicking their feet together as they devised this plan in her apartment a few nights ago. She made a simple dinner and they ate it together cuddled up on her couch as they watched movies all night. After plotting their plan, they just stayed entangled in each other the whole night, falling asleep like that.

Chan remembers this clearly because this was the night that he realized just how far down the Y/nnie rabbit hole he was. They laid on her couch together, her sleepy form leaning against his arm, and he couldn’t help but admire her cute, sleepy pout. He got the throw blanket out to cover themselves and relaxed against her, his arm draped over her protectively, and drifted off to sleep with a slight blush on his cheeks.

Not going to lie, Chan feels like his heart is oozing out of his chest right now. They’ve known each other a while, and it's been 6 months since they began dating, or not dating?? Now that he thinks about it they haven’t kissed, or done anything more, but he knows Y/n is shy. He figured it’d be best to let her get comfortable with it, let her initiate it. In all other regards, she's just as affectionate as he is. Her hugs are warm and she's always fussing with him. It's adorable, and one of the reasons she's got him hooked. She looks after him, after the boys, after everyone really. She's a doting and loving girlfriend— friend???

The group had just finished ordering their food when Toria turned to speak to Y/nnie.

“So how’d your blind date go?” Toria had asked Y/n in a teasing manner, waving her hand around. Y/n blushed at the question, slapping softly at her hand, slightly embarrased.

“It wasn’t bad. He was nice. It just wasn't great? I don't know.” she says sheepishly.

His body feels warm, the sounds of the cafe have drowned out and replaced by an eerie ringing. Also, he can taste the air??? Suddenly, he feels her hand intertwine in his, warm and grounding. He looks at her, her brow is furrowed, and she's whispering something to him.

“What's wrong Channie?”

Everything's wrong! Nothing feels right. The room is spinning and he wants to throw up.

“I’m good. I’m good.”

It’s a lie. A big fat lie.

“Are you sure? You look pale…” She moves closer, lifting the back of her hand up to his forehead, pushes the hair on it back softly, lovingly, and she pouts. She freaking pouts.

He wants to scream.

“I just need to use the bathroom, excuse me,” he stumbles out of the booth with a weak smile.

Hyunjin, who had begun chatting with Toria, finally senses his best friend's distress and excuses himself, following behind.

“Hyung?” his voice echoes in the restroom as Chan splashes cold water on his face. “You good?”.

“What is Y/n to me??” he asks, impatiently, looking at Hyunjin through the mirror.

“What?” Hyunjin looks at his leader like he's crazy.

“AM I CRAZY, HYUNE? Is Y/n not my girlfriend?!” he yells in a whisper.

“Of course she is!” he whisper yells back. “What's gotten into you??”

“Is she?? Cause her and Toria were just talking about her BLIND DATE”

“Oh..”

Back in the booth, Toria sees the way her best friend's eyes are glued to the bathroom area.

“You have got to reel it in bestie” she jokes.” He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

Y/n scoffs “I’m allowed to be worried about my friend”

“Your friend you’ve been in love with for a year n—”

“SHHHHH!! Stop Toria!!” she whisper screams, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

Toria slowly moves the hands on her mouth, one eyebrow raised, “okay girl, chill out.”

“Sorry…”

“Why are you so adamant about keeping your little secret?” she asks with a roll of her eyes.

“He’s obviously crazy about you. Look at the way he's reacting at just the mention of you on a date with someone else.”

Y/n scoffs incredulously, “Estas Loca, that is not because of me. You know he loves to run himself ragged. He’s probably just tired. Cae mal..”

“Bitch! He was all smiles and good times up until I mentioned the blind date!” She exclaims loudly.

Y/n brings her arms down shushing her, “Wey, could you be any fucking louder— oh my god.”

“Babe. You’re glued to each other. You’re always together, always laughing at your little inside jokes, always going on little lunch and dinner dates—”

“They’re NOT dates”

“You sometimes match clothes”

“You and I match clothes too!”

“Stop making excuses!”

Suddenly the boys emerge from the bathroom.

“Sorry, I’m not really feeling too well—” Chan murmurs.

“I’m gonna take him home, make sure he gets some rest” Hyunjin says with a soft frown and then turns to Toria.

"Maybe we can have dinner another time, just us?”

Toria smirks, “you got it.”

Y/n hovers up to hug Chan goodbye, but he walks away before she can. Instead, Hyunjin leans in with a soft goodbye to her and a wave to Toria. As soon as they're out of earshot, Toria slaps the back of Y/n’s head.

“You’re making him sick. He’s physically ill right now because you refuse to see that he’s absolutely head over heels for you”

“He’s not—”

Another smack.

“Bitch!”

“Ya Dejame!” she pouts.

“Open your goddamn eyes, Y/nnie. You want a sign? Ding Ding Ding! That's me. Make a move before you kill the poor guy”

“I’m not his type, bitch!”

“HE DOESN'T HAVE A TYPE” she whispers angrily, “actually, I take that back, he does. And it’s YOU”

“Now you’re foaming at the mouth for real...” she laughs softly.

“Why is that so hard for you to believe, babe? You’re a catch”

“I hardly think a fat bitch like me is the type of girl a down to earth Greek god like Chan would like”

“So you agree he’s down to earth. AKA a fat bitch could totally be his type”

Just then, the waitress comes out with their food, the two boys’ plates included. Toria speaks.

“Could you make those two to-go please?”

“Of course”

The waitress takes the two plates back to pack them up.

“Y/nnie, bestie. Listen to me. You are so great. Any guy would be lucky to have you”

“I’m no—”

“ANY GUY”

Y/n frowns. She hates when her bestie gets like this.

“Can we just please eat our lunch now. I'm done with this conversation.”

“Are you ser—”

“Please.” Y/n’s voice trembles slightly.

With a deep sigh, Toria relents and they eat their meals in silence before they part ways.

_____

It’s been 6 days.

6 long days since he saw her smile, heard her laugh, felt the plush of her tummy brush against him when she hugs him. Since he felt her soft, warm skin— oh, this is not good. So not very good. Ungoodly. The opposite of good... whatever that is. What's the opposite of that?? Chan can't think straight. All he can think about is how He's been avoiding Y/nnie, and it's excruciating.

5days ago

My Y/nnie💗: How you feeling today?

My Y/nnie💗: Do you need anything? I made some soup if you want I could take you some

My Y/nnie💗: You're probably sleeping, get some rest 🤍

4days ago

My Y/nnie💗: update?

My Y/nnie💗: maybe you should go to the doctor

My Y/nnie💗: want me to go w you?

My Y/nnie💗: Channie??

2 days ago

My Y/nnie💗: are you alive tho

My Y/nnie💗: fr i'm like so close to breaking down your door

My Y/nnie💗: oh nvm Hyune sent me a text and said you're feeling better just resting

My Y/nnie💗: although u could have told me urself but okay

My Y/nnie💗: let me know if you need anything..

Today 2:07am

My Y/nnie💗: did I do something wrong

My Y/nnie💗: :(

Oh no. Not a frowny face. Oh he's a jerk. He's an asshole. He's ruined everything.

Bad. The word is bad.

Part 2 >

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- I feel like he didn’t really have good Christmas’ with his family when he started getting older. So learning new things made him feel like a little kid all over again. When Christmas was exciting and new

- You showed him how to make tamales, Warren watched with wide eyes wondering how you did it all with such ease.

- While you soaked the corn husks you told him to mix the masa, figuring there was no way he could mess that up.

- But he set the setting too high and ended up making the dough fly everywhere, Warren was laughing nonstop as a clump is masa hit you on your cheek.

- Which resulted in you reaching into the mixing bowl and throwing a big glop at him, getting it all tangled in his hair. You laughed a he stood there dumbfounded but immediately made a run for it as Warren chased you around the kitchen.

- He finally caught you and started to rub the dough all over you both making you squeal in joy and disgust. It was safe to say there were only about three tamales made that night

- But it was worth it in the end because you both took a bath together, lazily leaning against his chest as Christmas music played from the radio. Feeding each other pieces of the tamales with your fingers.

- Then you made him some abuelita hot chocolate, him just hanging onto you the entire time. Smelling it’s rich taste over your shoulder and bugging you about when it would be done.

- You poured him a glass and he downed it all in one big gulp. Loving the cinnamon like taste of it and the warm that it sent through his entire body. He immediately asked for another glass

- You laughed and poured him one, stopping him before he could drink it all again. Saying he should wait to drink it till you guys exchange and opened gifts

- He gave you a confused look, asking you why he wait to drink it till tomorrow morning. You fought back a snort at his question and explained to him that it’s tradition in Hispanic communities to open your gifts at midnight.

- He had the widest smile you had ever seen and dragged you to the tree in the living room, plopping down and counting down the minutes till midnight.

- As soon as the clock strikes twelve he ripped into his gifts and you watched him with a warm smile. Loving how much he embraced your traditions.

I know these were longer than my normal ones but I just had to!!! Oh to drink Abuelita hot chocolate with warren as we open our gifts 😭💖 that’s all I want from life

POP

Your pop tarts jumped out of the toaster, interrupting your scholarly musings. You happily set them on your plate and sat at the kitchen island. “Dammit, I forgot milk...” not wanting to get up to go the fridge, you ate. When you got to your second PopTart, Bucky walked into the kitchen, looking like a zombie. He put his own PopTarts into the toaster and as if reading your mind he set a glass of milk in front of you, and then poured himself one too.

“Thanks” you mumbled through a mouthful

He simply hummed what sounded like “mhm”. He sat down next to you and rested his head on his hand, clearly trying not to fall asleep. It was then you realized you’ve never seen him awake at 5:00 before, he usually didn’t wake up until 9:30 at least. “Did he wake up now... for me?” You thought to yourself.

“Bucky?”

No answer.

“Bucky?”

No answer. You carefully examined his face, “he can’t be sleeping can he?” He was.

“Bucky wake up, your poptarts are done!”

You sighed and tried to shake him awake but he simply wouldn’t. You tried to push him off of his seat but with only one good arm there was no way you could. You wrapped a blanket around him and set his beautiful head on a pillow, hoping that would be enough to help him sleep.

You hadn’t seen Bucky for the rest of the day but judging by the lunch at your door you knew he woke up. After you finished watching |show/movie of your choice| you ventured into the kitchen once again to get dinner. You could smell something delicious from down the hall and when you got to the doorway you watched as Bucky read the recipe in his hand and added ingredients to what he was making. The sight of him doing simple, domestic things warmed your heart, and he was doing it all for you. He’d barely spoken to you and here he was making you dinner.

You walked into the kitchen and sat at the island for the second time that day. “What are you making?”

“|your favorite food|, that’s your favorite right?”

“Uh- yeah, it- it is.” You blushed and couldn’t help but smile. “He remembered? How did he remember that? He never talks to me”

He noticed your blush and smile and it made his insides turn over. “Ok Buck, don’t screw this up. Just show her/him/them you care, it’s simple! She’ll/he’ll/they’ll love you in no time... right? Oh jeez, doll, please don’t mess with your hair like that you’re killing me.”

Upon deciding it was too quiet for your liking, you hooked your phone up to FRIDAY’s speakers and played some quiet tunes. You chose a week long playlist comprised of songs from the 40’s and hit shuffle. Bucky smiled as he immediately recognized the style of music he longed so much, and while he actually didn’t know this particular song, he liked it. The song was romantic, maybe a little too much for the situation but he didn’t seem to mind, and you didn’t mind that much either.

When dinner was served you sat down across from him and couldn’t help but be amazed by his cooking. “This is amazing! When did you learn to cook like this?”

“Well... when I was a teenager my grandma got sick and my mom was taking care of her and my sister was too young to be trusted with knives, you know? So I cooked for everybody...”

“Oh... wow, that’s- that’s really sweet of you.”

He gave you a weak smile and started eating. After a few minutes of him trying to calm his nerves he continued the conversation which led into a night of talking, laughing and perhaps a hint of flirting. He immediately regretted never having the courage to talk to you like he wanted to before, he always thought you wouldn’t like him.

After a long night you turned off the music and headed to bed, and Bucky did the same. For the first week this cycle had started, Bucky would wake up early and eat breakfast with you, fall asleep on the couch, drop lunch by your door and then cook you an amazing dinner and you’d talk with him for hours. That all changed on Sunday, exactly a week since the team left.

Cold. Ice cold. Snow and blood was all around Bucky, and he couldn’t move. He was laying on the ground, his arm long gone. FLASH. Electricity coursed throughout his whole body, his muscles ached and he just wanted this torture to end. “You’ll never wipe me!” The only response he got was a laugh, sick and twisted. FLASH. The sniper in his hand moved to aim, his eyes peered through the scope and his fingers took the shot. His targets were everyone he’d come to know as his friends. He was forced to kill them, his body acting without his consent, he couldn’t feel anything but pain as he was trapped in his mind. He tried to scream and force himself out of this twisted torture his mind had conjured up but nothing seemed to work until he got to the last target... you. His screams finally broke free and he woke up, at last. He was dripping in sweat and he frantically punched and kicked in all directions around him, knocking over the lamp beside him, broken glass everywhere. When he regained some sense of self he realized where he was, his cheeks became soaked in tears and he wrapped his arms around his knees, desperate to disappear.

A blood curdling scream woke you up from your sleep, it was closely followed by a crash which caused you to jolt out of your bed. You remembered Wanda mentioning something about feeling pain from so many different people at night, and that she filled their heads with her dreams the best she could. Without her here now to distract Bucky’s tortured mind you knew he was forced to see something terrible. You sprinted down the hall and burst into his room, flicking the light switch to see what happened.

You saw Bucky, with his head buried in his knee and covered in sweat. There was glass covering the ground, and you could see it was from what used to be his bedside lamp. You walked around the area of where the glass was and crawled onto Bucky’s bed. As you got next to him you could hear his muffled sobs and the whirring of his arm.

“Bucky? What happened?”

He didn’t answer and he didn’t move. You had no idea how to approach this situation. He was shaking and unresponsive. The only thing you could think of was to unwrap his arms from his legs and wrap yourself around him. So that’s what you did. He cried into your chest as you held him, he seemed so small and afraid, like he could be broken by the lightest tap.

“Bucky, you need to calm down.... how about a bath?”

You felt him nod his head and you slowly lifted him off of you, guiding him into the bathroom. He stood at the door, watching you through glazed eyes as you got the water to a tolerable temperature and made it bubbly.

“Can you wash up while I clean the glass?”

He just stared into space, unable to move or form sentences. You tilted his head so he looked at you, he was trying his hardest not to break down and collapse on the floor crying.

“...yeah...”

Satisfied with his response you left the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You threw the big chunks of glass in the garbage can and vacuumed the little ones. When you were done you set a change of clothes on his bed and waited outside his room. After a while he opened the door and you turned to look at him. He was still crying, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Thank you” he said, his voice just a shaky, rough whisper.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards your room, he didn’t try to stop you, mostly because he lacked the will to do so. That didn’t stop him from protesting through words though.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re sleeping with me.” You said casually, there was no way you’d let him be alone with his thoughts again.

“No! You’ve already done enough!”

You stopped walking and stared straight into his soul, “Bucky, there’s no way I’m going to allow you to deal with that again. Do you understand?”

He gulped and nodded, allowing you to get him comfortable in your bed. You sat next to him and wrapped him safely in your arms. He fell asleep rather quickly, your warmth fighting off the chill of his dreams.

You woke up tangled with Bucky, and part of you wished it was in a different context, a romantic one. That whole day he was reserved and quiet, no one but Steve or Sam had seen him that vulnerable and he felt indebted to you for taking care of him. He just didn’t know how you would think of him after this. But when night came and you insisted he sleep in your room again he was surprised, and after a little convincing he agreed. This had become the new cycle, you both waking up together, eating breakfast, doing whatever you wanted to do that day, him making you lunch and then eventually dinner and then falling asleep in each others arms.

To say that neither of you wanted this month to end would be an understatement. You’d fallen in love by simply sharing stories during dinner and sharing warmth at night, you didn’t want anything to ruin that. And you wanted to make sure Bucky knew that. He felt the same way, he’d always loved you though, and the only way he knew how to show you was by making you food that increasingly complex and delicious.

Tomorrow morning the team was going to come back, and this life you’d gotten so used to was going to end. You were sitting on the couch with Bucky, you in his arms while The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring was on the tv. You could tell Bucky was enjoying himself, and the soft smile he wore was priceless. He noticed your staring and looked down at you.

“What is it, doll?”

“Nothing, it’s just... when everyone comes back I don’t want what we have to end.”

Bucky’s smile grew, but he wasn’t exactly sure what “we have” was.

“I don’t either... but wh- how- what do we have?”

You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, the answer to that question was so simple.

“Love”

“Awwww, that’s adorable!” Wanda exclaimed from the doorway.

“Wanda? Oh my-“

Your face and Bucky’s face were flushed as you both scrambled to separate. Almost everyone was packed in the large doorway just watching you two confess your feelings.

“How did one month make you two go from strangers to a married couple?” Sam asked

“Sam!” Bucky yelled

“Oh shoosh Sam, look how cute they are together.” Natasha said, laughing

“I swear to god, Barnes, if I find your spend anywhere you’re dead!” Tony said.

At this point you were hiding behind the couch cushions and Bucky was creating a blanket tent to join you. The rest of the team eventually left and washed up, but not after teasing you both to their hearts content.