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Midnight (Part 4)

Summary: (Y/N) is a woman that is in an unhappy marriage, one day she visits a dive bar after work and meets Daryl Dixon. 

Words: 2,326

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst(?), smut

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (PLEASE COVER YA DICKS), Dirty talk, slight dom/sub

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Mentioned Shane Walsh x Reader

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3)

Four days, four whole days since you had escaped from that restaurant. Four days of traveling on a bike, four days of different cheap motels. You were sure that Shane was freaking out and sending the whole squad after you. After all, you were technically a missing person. You had cut your hair and dyed it jet black. You didn’t want to be found.

Of course, Shane Walsh wouldn’t be thinking that way. He would be thinking that you were kidnapped by two backwoods, trailer trash, hicks. You had come to this life on your own choice, you had begun digging your own grave without a single worry. 

You sat on the edge of the crappy motel bed, inspecting the wedding band and engagement ring on your finger. Their glow seemed dulled since you had left the man you married. Initially, you felt no guilt over the choice you made, but now it was beginning to sink in. You had left that poor man with nothing and no warning. 

No, you needed to stop thinking like that. Your happiness mattered too and you were not happy with Shane Walsh. (Y/N) Walsh. That’s a name that you wouldn’t be called again. Now you were back to just being (Y/N) (L/Y/N). Even with your new change in identity, you couldn’t bring yourself to take off the rings just yet. It felt like they were embedded in your skin after so many years of wearing them.

You stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the dirty mirror. Daryl and Merle were out getting some food for the three of you since you were kind of on the run at the moment. You jumped a little when the door to the room opened. Your jumpiness was somewhat soothed when you heard Daryl and Merle bickering amongst themselves.

You stepped out of the bathroom, Daryl turning to you, “Hey, doll.” He said, his voice just as gruff as it always was. Merle set a Taco Bell bag on the table, “We got the beaner food you asked for!” He shouted out, you grimaced at the racism in his statement. You didn’t understand how Daryl was related to his brother.

You cleared your throat as you dug through the bag until you found your burrito, “Thank you.” You said, Daryl just nodding as Merle began gobbling down his tacos. Daryl’s head quirked to the side as he watched you. He wasn’t the smartest person, but he wasn’t dumb. He could tell that something was up with you, “You okay, Doll?” He asked with a frown on his face, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a rough transition.”

“Sugartits is missin’ her man.”

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Midnight (Part 4)

Summary: (Y/N) is a woman that is in an unhappy marriage, one day she visits a dive bar after work and meets Daryl Dixon. 

Words: 2,326

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst(?), smut

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (PLEASE COVER YA DICKS), Dirty talk, slight dom/sub

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Mentioned Shane Walsh x Reader

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3)

Four days, four whole days since you had escaped from that restaurant. Four days of traveling on a bike, four days of different cheap motels. You were sure that Shane was freaking out and sending the whole squad after you. After all, you were technically a missing person. You had cut your hair and dyed it jet black. You didn’t want to be found.

Of course, Shane Walsh wouldn’t be thinking that way. He would be thinking that you were kidnapped by two backwoods, trailer trash, hicks. You had come to this life on your own choice, you had begun digging your own grave without a single worry. 

You sat on the edge of the crappy motel bed, inspecting the wedding band and engagement ring on your finger. Their glow seemed dulled since you had left the man you married. Initially, you felt no guilt over the choice you made, but now it was beginning to sink in. You had left that poor man with nothing and no warning. 

No, you needed to stop thinking like that. Your happiness mattered too and you were not happy with Shane Walsh. (Y/N) Walsh. That’s a name that you wouldn’t be called again. Now you were back to just being (Y/N) (L/Y/N). Even with your new change in identity, you couldn’t bring yourself to take off the rings just yet. It felt like they were embedded in your skin after so many years of wearing them.

You stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the dirty mirror. Daryl and Merle were out getting some food for the three of you since you were kind of on the run at the moment. You jumped a little when the door to the room opened. Your jumpiness was somewhat soothed when you heard Daryl and Merle bickering amongst themselves.

You stepped out of the bathroom, Daryl turning to you, “Hey, doll.” He said, his voice just as gruff as it always was. Merle set a Taco Bell bag on the table, “We got the beaner food you asked for!” He shouted out, you grimaced at the racism in his statement. You didn’t understand how Daryl was related to his brother.

You cleared your throat as you dug through the bag until you found your burrito, “Thank you.” You said, Daryl just nodding as Merle began gobbling down his tacos. Daryl’s head quirked to the side as he watched you. He wasn’t the smartest person, but he wasn’t dumb. He could tell that something was up with you, “You okay, Doll?” He asked with a frown on his face, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a rough transition.”

“Sugartits is missin’ her man.”

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Midnight (Part 4)

Summary: (Y/N) is a woman that is in an unhappy marriage, one day she visits a dive bar after work and meets Daryl Dixon. 

Words: 2,326

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst(?), smut

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (PLEASE COVER YA DICKS), Dirty talk, slight dom/sub

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Mentioned Shane Walsh x Reader

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3)

Four days, four whole days since you had escaped from that restaurant. Four days of traveling on a bike, four days of different cheap motels. You were sure that Shane was freaking out and sending the whole squad after you. After all, you were technically a missing person. You had cut your hair and dyed it jet black. You didn’t want to be found.

Of course, Shane Walsh wouldn’t be thinking that way. He would be thinking that you were kidnapped by two backwoods, trailer trash, hicks. You had come to this life on your own choice, you had begun digging your own grave without a single worry. 

You sat on the edge of the crappy motel bed, inspecting the wedding band and engagement ring on your finger. Their glow seemed dulled since you had left the man you married. Initially, you felt no guilt over the choice you made, but now it was beginning to sink in. You had left that poor man with nothing and no warning. 

No, you needed to stop thinking like that. Your happiness mattered too and you were not happy with Shane Walsh. (Y/N) Walsh. That’s a name that you wouldn't be called again. Now you were back to just being (Y/N) (L/Y/N). Even with your new change in identity, you couldn’t bring yourself to take off the rings just yet. It felt like they were embedded in your skin after so many years of wearing them.

You stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the dirty mirror. Daryl and Merle were out getting some food for the three of you since you were kind of on the run at the moment. You jumped a little when the door to the room opened. Your jumpiness was somewhat soothed when you heard Daryl and Merle bickering amongst themselves.

You stepped out of the bathroom, Daryl turning to you, “Hey, doll.” He said, his voice just as gruff as it always was. Merle set a Taco Bell bag on the table, “We got the beaner food you asked for!” He shouted out, you grimaced at the racism in his statement. You didn’t understand how Daryl was related to his brother.

You cleared your throat as you dug through the bag until you found your burrito, “Thank you.” You said, Daryl just nodding as Merle began gobbling down his tacos. Daryl’s head quirked to the side as he watched you. He wasn’t the smartest person, but he wasn’t dumb. He could tell that something was up with you, “You okay, Doll?” He asked with a frown on his face, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a rough transition.”

“Sugartits is missin’ her man.”

“Hey! Shut up, man!” Daryl growled, shaking his head gently. He placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You kind of wanted to pull away from him, but you didn’t. This was your life now and you had to admit that it was a hell of a lot more appealing than just sitting around and teaching.

Merle had gone out to a bar that night, leaving you and Daryl to yourselves. Each of you had a beer in hand as you sat on the bed, watching the grainy image on the TV. He licked his bottom lip gently and pulled it between his teeth. You stared for a moment at him before turning back to the TV, “Why’re you starin’?” Daryl asked as he quirked an eyebrow up.

“Nothing, just you.” You answered, Daryl, grunting in response. Why was he still being so gruff around you? You sighed gently, shaking your head lightly, sipping your beer. It was cheap and tasted stale, but, beer was beer. 

You and Daryl sat there for awhile, just sipping and watching the grainy image. Daryl eventually turned off the TV and turned towards you “You regret coming here, don’t you?” He asked. You looked into his eyes, no, you didn’t regret it, “I don’t regret it. I regret not saying goodbye to Shane. I don’t like what you did, Daryl, coming in and just springing up on me like that.” You said.

Daryl shook his head at you, “You wouldn’t have come with if we hadn’t have sprung it on you. (Y/N), you’re the only girl that I’ve slept with more than once.” He said. You rose an eyebrow, was that supposed to be some kind of compliment?

You stayed there with his eyebrow quirked up for a moment, “I like you, (Y/N). I couldn’t stand you there being so unhappy with that. . . that. . . brute staring at you like you were some object.” He growled, venom pouring out from his words. You were a little surprised that he called Shane a brute, but you were also oddly offended.

He wasn’t wrong, Shane treated you terribly. You weren’t satisfied or happy in that marriage. Meeting Daryl had been one of the best things that happened in your life. You weren’t going to lie about the joy and release that he brought into your life.

If you were to stay with Shane then there was no doubt in your mind that you would’ve just been the same sad and lonely housewife that you were. 

Was the decision you made rash? Yes. 

Was it, on paper, foolish? Maybe. 

Were you happier with Daryl? Absolutely.

You looked into Daryl’s blue eyes for a moment. He was scared. Was he afraid that you were going to turn on him and run back to Shane? Was it not clear to him that you were happy with your relationship? Yes, you were worrying about Shane; whether or not he was okay or if he was searching for you. However, you were not wanting to go back to that son of a bitch.

For the first time, you saw through Daryl’s stoic and tough facade. He looked like a scared child. You had never seen him hold that much emotion in his eyes. You licked your bottom lip, leaning over and kissing him. Both of you still had your cans of beer in hand.

Daryl’s hand snaked to the back of your head, pulling your lips harder against his. You reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. You knew where this was going. Daryl looked a little hurt that you had pulled away-- a mix between hurt and disappointed. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. Surely he had to believe that wasn’t where you were leaving things-- not after that kiss? You took Daryl’s half-empty beer from his hand and placed it on the nightstand along with yours. You licked your bottom lip and pulled off your shirt before returning to the lovely man sitting at the foot of the bed, “I am not going” You paused, slinging your legs around Daryl’s waist, “Anywhere.” You finished, kissing him deeply. 

Daryl returned the kiss, holding you close to him by your waist. The bed’s soft creaking was heard as he adjusted his position on the bed. You were sure that he was going to flip you over onto your back at any moment. The kiss deepened, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. A gently groan left your lips, but it quickly turned into a squeak of surprise when he flipped you on your back.

His muscular frame hovered over you, his beautiful blue eyes drilling into you. You licked your bottom lip and pushed his head down towards yours. Daryl complied with your actions and began to kiss you fiercely. His hands pulled your back up before unclipping the bra that concealed the breasts that he loved. He removed the bra from your chest and shoulders before dipping down and sucking on your right nipple, his hand gently tweaking the other. 

Lopsided whines left your lips as you watched him. Your eyes met his own and a shiver ran through your spine. You had forgotten how good he had felt. You had taken a small break from one another before they came to the restaurant to rescue you. 

Daryl’s hand left your breast and so did his lips. You whined at his actions, Daryl chuckle. Damn this man, he was so cocky. He usually wasn’t outwardly cocky, but when he was she found it to be adorable and quite a turn on. Daryl unbuttoned your jeans before moving to his shirt. You could tell that he was resisting the urge to just rip it off-- buttons and all.

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy around me.” He grumbled, his voice gruff and melodic. A shiver ran down the whole of your body, Daryl was never really one for dirty talk. You always assumed that he was just too shy for that kind of thing, but now he was talking about how much he wanted you.

He smirked at the look on your face, he liked that he was still able to surprise you. He eventually got his shirt off and then moved onto his jeans. He didn’t take them all the way off, simply sliding them down to his ankles. You figured that right now want the time to question him. 

You were going to reach up and pull him back down to you, but he gripped onto your wrists. He pinned your wrists above your head and smirked down at you. Fuck, he’s beautiful, “You’re mine, (Y/N), you’re mine.” He grumbled, leaning down and kissing up and down the beautiful skin that lined your neck.

He began kissing up and down your jugular, sucking a dark purple bruise on the skin. He was free to paint your body how he liked now. He could finally show people who you belonged to. He began grinding up against your slick cunt, a small groan leaving his lips.

You couldn’t resist blushing at the feeling, biting your tongue a little. Daryl began to speed up his pace a little, his hand going down to his cock so that he could tap the head of it against your clit. That action drew a gasp and a small moan from your lips. 

The smirk on Daryl’s lips widened at the noises that you made for him. He leaned down, kissing you deeply as he pushed into your tight pussy, your hands still securely pinned against the bed, “Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He grumbled. A moan left your lips as your nails dug into the palms of your hands. 

All you wanted was to be able to dig your nails into his back, shoulders, or arms instead of your own hands, “Please.” You begged, wanting him to hurry up and start thrusting into you. Daryl growled lowly, his chest vibrating with the noise, “Again” He grumbled.

“Please!” You whimpered.

It was almost like a switch had been flipped in your meek and tender lover. His hips began barreling into yours. Cries and moans steamed out of your lips while grunts fell from his. The wet sounds of his dick pushing in and out of your tight pussy resonated throughout the room. 

Daryl groaned out loudly, “Fuck, your pussy feels so good. You like that don’t you, do have my dick in you?” He growled, a lopsided grin on his face. HIs hair hung around his face, framing his eyes that seemed to be blown out and darkened with lust.

“Yes! I love it!” You whined out needily. You were a sweaty and writhing mess on the bed. Your eyes were shut tightly and a fire began to build in your stomach. Daryl seemed to notice the change in the expression on your face and he began rubbing your clit.

That set a whole new fire in you, making your back arch off the ground. The wet sounds and the moans and groans produced by both of you filled the room. Daryl’s thrusts began to become slow and sloppy, “I’m gonna cum in you? You want me to fill you with my cum, baby girl?” He growled, his fingers pushing against your clit.

You nodded eagerly, too caught up in the moment to instruct him to pull out, “Yes, please!” You begged. Daryl began to slowly push in and drag out as slowly. He closed his eyes tightly, groaning your name into your ear as he came. His body tensed up, but he continued to thrust slowly, his fingers moving faster against your sensitive clit.

Every sense in you was set alight. The fire in your stomach burned brighter than it had before and your body tensed as you came. Another groan left Daryl’s lips as he pulled you closer to him by your hips, “Such a good girl.” He whispered. Your body jolted slightly as darl continued to rub your clit to help you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You both laid there for a moment, spent and tired. Daryl hiked the blankets up over the two of you as the door handle opened and Merle walked in.

“What the hell!” Merle shouted, “Gross! I didn’t want to see the two of you bumpin’ uglies!” He growled, slamming the door and stepping out of the room.

You looked up at Daryl and chuckled, restraining from busting out laughing. Daryl mirrored your actions and he pulled out of you. He slipped on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt before tossing you one of his button-up flannels, “There you go.” He said quietly.

You buttoned up the flannel, smiling when it was fully on. Daryl walked over to you and kissed your cheek lightly, pulling you back under the covers with him. His arm wrapped securely around your waist and he pulled you close to him, “Get some sleep, doll.’ He whispered, kissing the top of your head. 

You relaxed against him and he gently caressed you, “Goodnight.” You whispered. 

If this was the kickoff to your new life with the Dixon brother’s then it was definitely a grand beginning.

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The Winter Lover (Bucky Barnes)

Summary: You and your newly married husband are granted a peaceful honeymoon to a ski cabin 

Words: 1,567

Warnings: None really, just fluff (If that can be considered a warning)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

You and your new husband had a beautiful wedding. It was broadcast like the royal weddings, which admittedly made you feel a bit like a princess. You were the wife of an Avenger now. It. Was. Crazy. 

Your relationship with The Winter Soldier was far from being perfect, but it was perfect right now. Bucky wasn’t having any PTSD relapses, you were so in love, happy, and you were staying with your beautiful husband at a ski cabin. 

You had started out as a public relations worker, managing the image of The Avengers crew. There was some idiot kid wanting to do an indie documentary about them and you agreed to help with the interviews. That was where you met the man that would become your future husband. 

At first, you were a little intimidated by him. He was very large, tall, and the metal arm made you feel intimidated. During the rare quiet moments of the interview, you swore that you could hear the gears of his arm clicking and whirring. 

His beautiful blue eyes always seemed to be burning into your soul, but you knew that he was just trying to be a good listener. Even with all of his striking physical aspects, his meekness was the biggest thing that popped out at you. Most of the Avengers were outgoing and took up space in a room, but James Barnes was different. He had a presence, but it was nuanced and gentle compared to people like Tony Stark.

Your relationship wasn’t really a relationship for a long time. Both of you had been out of the dating game for a considerable amount of time. Well, he had been out of it for many more years than you had. Eventually, he asked you out on a date. The two of you went to central park and it was definitely unique. People kept stopping the two of you to look at his metal hand that peeked out of his jacket sleeve or to take a picture of him. 

With all the constant barraging from fans and some paparazzi, the date was a success and the rest was history. The two of you quickly became the power couple of the Avengers. Now the rest was history.

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The Winter Lover (Bucky Barnes)

Summary: You and your newly married husband are granted a peaceful honeymoon to a ski cabin 

Words: 1,567

Warnings: None really, just fluff (If that can be considered a warning)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

You and your new husband had a beautiful wedding. It was broadcast like the royal weddings, which admittedly made you feel a bit like a princess. You were the wife of an Avenger now. It. Was. Crazy. 

Your relationship with The Winter Soldier was far from being perfect, but it was perfect right now. Bucky wasn’t having any PTSD relapses, you were so in love, happy, and you were staying with your beautiful husband at a ski cabin. 

You had started out as a public relations worker, managing the image of The Avengers crew. There was some idiot kid wanting to do an indie documentary about them and you agreed to help with the interviews. That was where you met the man that would become your future husband. 

At first, you were a little intimidated by him. He was very large, tall, and the metal arm made you feel intimidated. During the rare quiet moments of the interview, you swore that you could hear the gears of his arm clicking and whirring. 

His beautiful blue eyes always seemed to be burning into your soul, but you knew that he was just trying to be a good listener. Even with all of his striking physical aspects, his meekness was the biggest thing that popped out at you. Most of the Avengers were outgoing and took up space in a room, but James Barnes was different. He had a presence, but it was nuanced and gentle compared to people like Tony Stark.

Your relationship wasn’t really a relationship for a long time. Both of you had been out of the dating game for a considerable amount of time. Well, he had been out of it for many more years than you had. Eventually, he asked you out on a date. The two of you went to central park and it was definitely unique. People kept stopping the two of you to look at his metal hand that peeked out of his jacket sleeve or to take a picture of him. 

With all the constant barraging from fans and some paparazzi, the date was a success and the rest was history. The two of you quickly became the power couple of the Avengers. Now the rest was history.

 The wedding ceremony and the reception was amazing, but the honeymoon was going to knock all of that out of the park. You still had your beautiful wedding dress on as you were cradled in your husband’s arms.

He pushed open the door and carried you over the threshold “Does this mean that we’re officially married?” You asked, giggling happily. You weren’t completely sure if the giggles were from the copious amounts of champagne you had drunk or the post-wedding bliss. James closed the door and tried to flex and move his metal arm. You knew that it could sometimes freeze up in cold weather, “Maybe coming up here for our honeymoon wasn’t the best idea.” You frowned.

The arm already gained him enough attention without him having to deal with it freezing and getting all messed up from the cold air and snow, “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He muttered. The cabin maintenance had been expecting the two of you so the fireplace was already lit and there were honeymoon touches all over.

There was a bottle of cold champagne on the counter and rose petals scattered around the room. Tony had set all of this honeymoon stuff up for the two of you, so it was a little surprising to see how far he had gone with all of it, “You look beautiful in that dress, (Y/N).” James, said, shrugging his large jacket off to put it on the coat hanger next to the front door.

The entire day had been filled with James telling you how beautiful you looked in your dress, but you still blushed either way, “Thank you, sweetheart.” You whispered bashfully. James chuckle at seeing your blush, taking pride in the fact that he could still make you blush even though you had been together for so long.

James took a seat on the couch and you grabbed the bottle of champagne wit heh two champagne flutes that were placed next to it. The whole cabin was breathtaking. It was only a one bedroom, but you didn’t expect much more since it was just going to be you and James for a week. The large windows let in the perfect amount of light and you could see the miles of snow and the beautiful skyline of trees. 

“Com’ere, Mrs. (Y/N) Barnes.” He grinned from the couch. You smiled back at him, that smile could make you turn into a pile of jelly and he knew it. You knew about everything that he had gone through with HYDRA and with everything else, so it was nice to see him smile. It just made you feel even better to know that you were the reason that he smiled.

“Coming, Mr. James Barnes.” You grinned, sitting down on the couch with him. It was a little difficult to sit down comfortably since you still had your wedding dress on and you were afraid of ruining it. James seemed to be pretty comfortable with sitting however he liked.

You handed the bottle over to him, James pushed the cork out with a loud pop. He let out a hearty laugh that warmed your heart as the champagne flowed out and into the flutes. You leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly. Steve had convinced his best friend to tie his hair back into a man bun so that it would stay out of his face. 

You had to admit that he looked beautiful like that. You were finally able to fully see his eyes and the scruff that lined his face. You didn’t realize that you had been staring before he turned around, holding out a flute of champagne to you, “To our wedding night?” James stated, but it sounded more like a question, “Yes, to our wedding night.” You chuckled, both of you clinking your glasses together and sipping at the golden liquid. 

You cuddled into Bucky’s side and he wrapped his arm around you, his other hand still holding onto the flute. The hand seemed to be better with the delicate actions of holding a small glass, the warmth of the fireplace seemed to help loosen it up again. You sipped at the champagne again “I can believe that we’re married, we’re actually married.” You sighed happily. Marriage sometimes never seemed to be an option for the two of you. Bucky was an Avenger and he was away a lot, you know, saving the world. 

You had no powers, no extraordinary talents that would be good on the battlefield. You were just a PR worker that had happened to catch the eye of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes. You wouldn’t have had your perfectly imperfect relationship with anyone else.

James turned his head and kissed the top of your head, “Yeah, we are married.” He smiled. He was just s happy as you were. He used to be a bit of what you and Natasha called a ‘fuck boy’. He used to go out with a lot of girls and never really wanted to settle down. When he was brought back into the world everything was different and nothing made sense to him.

The only person that he knew he could rely on to trust and to help him adjust was his best friend. Then you came along. You weren’t like the other women he had met before. THey always his on him passed the point of it being just flirtatious. They were always fainting and gushing over him, asking to feel his arm. 

You didn’t ask to touch his arm and you didn’t stare. You were empathetic but not overbearing about it. It was refreshing to have someone, not profusely apologizing for his arm when they weren’t the reason why it happened. You weren’t afraid of him either, and that made him feel happy. He didn’t want people to be afraid of him because of his stony expression and his intimidating arm.

Bucky knew that you were the only woman for him. You could always make him smile. You were the only person that could put up with the PTSD relapses he dealt with. You took care of him when he was too spent from missions or nightmares. He didn’t understand how he had been blessed with you in his life. 

You both finished off your champagne and set the empty flutes down on the intricate wooden coffee table in front of the couch. The fireplace was ablaze and crackling. The sound of it made the relaxing room seem even better. 

You cuddled against him as he continued to press gentle kisses to your head, “I love you so much, doll.” He whispered, his fingers gently running up and down your arm. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, burying your face against his shoulder, “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered. 

There was nothing that could ruin the beautiful life that the two of you were going to build together. You were married that nothing was going to change that. Bucky was the only person for you and you were the only person for Bucky.

This was both of your happily ever after.

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