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𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You fell in love with Bucky Barnes in 1940. He was your everything, until he was taken from you. You’ll meet him again, just not in the way either of you expected…

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 40s!Bucky Barnes, Husband!Bucky Barnes, WinterSoldier!Bucky Barnes, BestFriend!Steve Rogers

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ANGST, DEATH, hydra, trauma, ptsd, pregnancy and birth, grief, depression, child loss

დ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | დ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | დ 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

Chapter I- Let Me Call You Sweetheart

Chapter II- You Make Me Feel So Young

Chapter III- I Don’t Want To Walk Without You

Chapter IV- I Guess I’ll Have To Change My Plans

Chapter V- It’s Been A Long, Long Time

Chapter VI- Nevertheless (I’m In Love With You)

Chapter VII- I Can Dream, Can’t I?

Chapter VIII- I’ll Never Smile Again

Chapter IX- I’ve Heard That Song Before

Chapter X- Someone To Watch Over Me

“be more careful.”, “you’re going to get sick.”, “i think we’re soulmates.” with joshua please? 😸

the act of caring for another

pairing: non-idol!fiance!joshua x gn!reader

prompt: 6 + 20 + 45 from these prompts!

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: reader is sick. soft shua. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: ok ngl... writing this made me a lil sleepy  

joshua hong, self-proclaimed expert of those he loved, knew that you were a thousand times more stubborn whenever you were sick. that was why he always took the opportunity to baby you more. otherwise you’d end up like this: sitting on the floor, watching him change the bed sheets because you spilled soup everywhere.

(to be fair, he pulled a chair aside for you to sit in. you just refused to budge from your spot with one of the only clean blankets wrapped around your shivering form.)

“joshy,” you whined from your spot as he wiped down the mattress protector. that’d been his idea after you spilled your tea once, just to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again. “i’m sorry.”

he paused from where he’d been reaching for the fitted sheet to unravel, turning back to look at you. you were pouting, and he had to fight back a smile at how cute you could be. “it’s okay,” he crouched down, reaching for your hands instead. he pulled you forward, at first just to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “just... be more careful from now on, okay? tell me if you don’t feel good.”

“but i’m fine,” you whined. despite your protests, you let him pull you up to your feet. “i just... dropped the bowl by accident.”

he’d seen the way your hands shook for a moment, and he knew it was a lie. another downplay of how awful you felt. wordlessly, joshua pushed you toward the chair, letting you settle down. getting you back into bed would be easier if you were sitting higher up.

“i wouldn’t mind feeding you,” he said. “that’s what husbands are for, right?”

the tiniest smile crossed your lips as you looked up at him. “you’re not my husband yet, joshy.”

he ignored the urge to kiss you then and there. as if you didn’t call him your husband when the two of you were with strangers, always dropping the word so casually because you knew how giddy it made him. he’d referred to you as his spouse before, too. ever the dutiful lover, joshua turned away from you to focus on making up your bed again. the sooner it was done, the sooner you could rest... and the sooner he could have you back in his arms, once he gave you your medicine.

it was easy enough to go through the tiring habit of making your bed (something joshua always preferred to do with you, just to share the work and lessen the load), to start the washer to remove the stains, to give you your medicine once you were tucked underneath your layers of blankets. taking care of you would always be the easiest thing for him to do, if he was honest, even when it seemed tiring.

(”it’s easy because i love you,” he had said the last time you were sick. “it’s always easier for people like that, y’know?”)

he’d reached out for you, expecting for you to do the usual when you were sick: fold yourself into his arms and tease him about how he was oh so clearly in love with you. yet this time, you pulled away. before he could question it, you looked up at him as he leaned over you.

“you’re going to get sick,” you whined a little, already looking as though you were about to nod off. “i don’t wanna make you sick...”

he snuggled in anyway. “i don’t get sick. it’s fine,” he pressed a kiss into your neck. “you should sleep if you want to.”

after a moment, you cuddled closer to him, pressing your warm lips against his arm. he listened to the way your breathing grew slower with fatigue, your head drooping against the pillow.

“shua?” you mumbled at one point, not quite asleep yet. “i think we’re soulmates.”

he’d smiled as he kissed your shoulder once more, before snuggling in for a nap with you. “i think so, too.”

think smart

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