I Love This Series So Much! Is This The End, Or Is There Gonna Be More? Thea Have Made Me Switch Emotions

I love this series so much! Is this the end, or is there gonna be more? Thea have made me switch emotions so fucking fast

Biker Bar - Part Four

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Words: 3300+

Author’s Note: Part four!! Who’s excited?? I’m excited!! First off, there’s a few ⚠️warnings⚠️ there is mentions of violence and a justified murder in this part! I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! And as always, let me know what you think! 🥰

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bestie I’m going to need more bucky fluff with grant and reader that was so perfect 😭

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Part 1

Pairing: fiancé!bucky x f!mom!reader

Warnings: SFW! Reader has a son and shitty ex. For the sake of using names, the ex’s name is Chris (we love using that name for asshole men here at coffeecatsandcandles). Bucky is so domestic that it hurts. Reader can be any race! Surprise ending 😊

A/N: Thanks for the request! If you all want a part two to another one of my fics I just might consider it…

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One Year Later

Bucky had stepped up for Grant, being more than just some guy in your son’s life. He was like a second dad to Grant. Maybe even better than his actual dad.

“That’s all your stuff?” you asked, shifting your head to the side curiously as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Bucky was finally able to move in with you, after months and months of you asking him.

“I told you, I don’t have a lot.” Bucky said, placing a quick peck on your lips before you started helping him move his things where they needed to be. You knew he didn’t have a lot- he preferred not to have a lot of things- but you didn’t want him to feel like he was moving into your space. You (and your bills) agreed that this home was his just as much as it was yours. And with this new space also being accompanied by a six-year-old boy, you didn’t want him to feel overwhelmed.

Grant was more excited about Bucky moving in than both of you combined. It’d gotten on your ex’s nerves a little, his entire visits consisting of Grant talking about Bucky.

They met once. You told your ex, Chris, that you didn’t want Grant to be walking into the house by himself when he dropped him off, so he agreed to start walking in with Grant. For most of those times, Bucky was away- either in your home office or working- so he wasn’t there when Chris dropped Grant off. But there was one single time, months ago, that he was- and things could’ve gotten ugly. Chris mentioned how there was a possibility he couldn’t pick Grant up from school that Tuesday, and Bucky nearly went in protective boyfriend mode. Intimidated by Bucky’s harsh staring, Chris quickly explained that he just had a doctor’s appointment that was cutting it really close to Grant’s pickup time. “You can make it work,” Bucky told him. Chris chuckled a bit, obviously terrified of what Bucky would do to him if he said no. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He said to you. You and Bucky laughed about it later that night.

“Bucky! Can you help me please?” Grant called from the kitchen, where he was sat working on his homework on the table. This week’s lesson was in history- and though Grant didn’t know the nasty details about Bucky’s past, he did know that Bucky knew a lot when it came to that subject.

“Sure thing, bud. But hold on-“ he turned to you quickly, dramatically and romantically grabbing your left hand and kissing where he’d put a diamond ring. “Okay, just wanted to make sure it was still there.”

You laughed at how theatrical he was being before he settled next to your son. Bucky asked you to marry him less than a month ago, and you said yes in a heartbeat. He was everything you’d wanted in a man, and everything Grant deserved in a dad. You loved him more and more each day, and you were hoping he’d ask eventually. Everything was falling into place. Bucky was moving in, you were wedding planning, and Grant was about to move from first grade to second.

“Hey, Grant,” You said, earning your six-year-old’s attention, “why don’t you tell Bucky about what your class is doing on Friday?”

“I don’t wanna,” he said, his voice suddenly low and shy.

“Why not? If I can’t do it, Bucky probably can.”

Grant tucked his chin into his chest, avoiding eye contact with Bucky. It was adorable when he got shy like this- you just hoped that one day he’d find the courage to ask for what he wanted. “My class is going to the zoo,” he said, “I wanted Mommy to go with me, but she’s working.”

“Chris is also working,” you said to Bucky. That was a lie. Chris just didn’t want to spend his afternoon walking around a hot, smelly zoo with a bunch of six-year-olds, even if one of them was his own son.

“You want me to go with you?” Bucky offered, to which Grant shyly nodded.

“You don’t have to.” Grant said. It broke your heart. When it came to Grant, you felt things so strongly- he was a sweet, sensitive kid. Even if you got the slightest idea that someone didn’t like your child, you would kick their ass in a heartbeat. That’s how badly you cared about your son.

Bucky grabbed your son’s hand, which was much smaller by comparison. “Grant, I would love to go to the zoo with you.”

Grant’s face lit up, his smile the biggest and brightest you’ve seen in a long time.

Of course, you’d also lied about not being able to go to the zoo, but for a completely different reason.

When Friday came, Bucky sent you pictures of Grant on his field trip. They both looked so happy- it nearly brought tears to your eyes. And you knew it was taking a lot out of Bucky to send you those pictures; he admitted to you that technology, as much as it fascinated him, still confused him a lot of the time. The fact that he took the time to take those pictures and send them to you meant so much.

You began to set up the kitchen, the timer of the oven going off when Bucky sent you a text saying that he decided to pick up Grant from school once they got back. Taking the soft chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, you carefully set them on the counter, letting them cool off before arranging them on a plate.

Shortly after, you heard the front door open from the kitchen, and your heart began to race.

“Hi honey,” Bucky said, smiling upon seeing you, “something smells good.”

You brought a cookie to his mouth as he took a bite, then grabbing the treat from you.

“Mommy! I saw a monkey at the zoo and it was bigger than me! Then we saw a giraffe and a parrot- they let me feed them!” Grant excitedly said, breathlessly trying to tell you every single detail from his field trip.

“Did you have fun, sweetie pie? Bucky sent me all the pictures.” You said, kneeling down to his level and kissing his forehead.

“Yeah! I wanna go again tomorrow!”

You laughed. “Maybe over the summer we can all go together. But can you do me a favor right now?”

Still breathless, Grant nodded.

“Can you go upstairs and start on your homework, if you have any? If not, you can just play for a little bit. I need to talk to Bucky. A conversation for grown-ups only right now.”

Looking back up at Bucky, you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Had he done something wrong? Did he make you upset? You didn’t sound upset, but maybe you were trying to keep it together for Grant.

Every doubt he’d ever had came to his mind while the two of you watched Grant go upstairs to his room. Were you ready to dump him? Maybe his past life was too much for you to handle. Maybe you were done with helping him through his nightmares. Or worse- maybe Chris had finally stepped up without him knowing, and you wanted to go back to him. Have Grant be with his real dad, and have a perfect, nuclear family.

You wrapped your arms around Bucky tightly, much to his confusion. “I love you.” You said. You’d said it before, many times, but this time sounded different.

“I love you too, honey.” He said, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “You’re just- perfect. You know that? From dealing with all my crazy to being the father figure that Grant deserves. I am so excited to marry you.”

Bucky’s nerves eased a little. “I’m excited to marry you, too.”

Pressing his lips against yours, Bucky could feel how nervous you were. There was more you needed to tell him.

With your forehead pressed against his, your faces inches apart, you whispered the words he hadn’t expected to hear, but brought an instant joy. “I’m pregnant.”

As soon as Bucky heard those words, it was as if he could physically feel everything fall into place perfectly. He’d just moved in. You two were about to get married. And now, you were carrying another perfect bundle of joy for him to take care of. “Really?” he asked, his voice soft as he gently hovered his hands over your stomach.

You nodded. “That’s why I couldn’t go with Grant- I had an appointment, and I’m about eight weeks along, so we can’t tell him yet-“

“Oh my god, he’s gonna be so excited,” Bucky said, unable to control the smile on his face, “I’m already so excited. I don’t care if we have to postpone the wedding, if we have to put all my things in storage to make room… oh my god, I love you so much. You’re a goddess.” He kissed all over your face, causing you to laugh.

Bucky never imagined this was the life he was going to live. After so many years of thinking he was nothing- undeserving of love, unworthy of anything more than a second glance- he finally had the life he always dreamed of, and he owed it all to you.

At the zoo

Peter: So what are they in for?

Tony: They aren't in prison

Harley: So they can leave?

Steve: Well, no

Y/n, pointing at a penguin: I bet that one killed someone

Well holy shit- my parents never gave me 20 bucks. And soon this will be my future, not counting the couple years

Steves kid losing their very first tooth

tooth fairy

summary: your daughter loses her first tooth.

word count: 890

warnings: tooth coming out, tooth fairy spoilers, blood for a sec, domestic bliss, steve being a dilf, poorly written kids

author’s note: i hope that one day i get to the point where i won’t have to disclaim that i’m bad at writing kids.

you can find more of steve as a dad here!

“Sarah, sweetie, not at the table,” Steve sighed.

“Wuh?” she responded, words dampened by the fact that her hand was deep in her mouth as she wiggled a tooth.

“You know how we don’t play with our food?” you added, attempting to assist him. Your daughter nodded slowly, hand still in her mouth. “Well, we also don’t play with our teeth at dinner time.”

“Unless you wanna get blood in your food,” James said, pushing some green beans across his plate.

“Ew!” Sarah pushed her plate away, “I’m done.”

“James, that is not table talk. Be considerate, please,” Steve gently scolded.

“One more bite, Bug,” you suggested, knowing that your daughter was almost done anyway.

Your ever obedient child took a bite of a rather large forkful, before yelping out in pain and spitting out her food.

“Daddy, she’s bleeding!” James gasped.

“My tooth!” Sarah cried out a blood curdling screech when she touched the now empty space between her front teeth.

“Steve, you’re gonna have to comfort her. I’m gonna go make something she can rinse with,” you stood up and exited the table, and Steve sat down in your seat so he could be next to his crying daughter.

“Can I look?” he asked, receiving a nod from his daughter before he gently opened her mouth to examine it.

“Oh wow,” Steve said in faux deep thought before he wiped a few tears off of Sarah’s face. “The Tooth Fairy is going to be so excited for her visit tonight.”

“Tooth Fairy?! Thee Tooth Fairy?” she gasped, too excited to notice the unpleasant sight of Steve searching her plate for the missing baby tooth.

“That’s the one,” he chuckled, finally grabbing the tooth and setting it out on a napkin. You arrived back into the room with saltwater solution and promptly escorted your daughter to the sink.

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By bedtime, Sarah was still a bubbly ball of energy. It was a surprise that she even made it into her pajamas after she suggested several times to wear her Easter best to bed in order to impress the Tooth Fairy.

After finally getting her to calm down enough for her to lay down and get tucked in, Steve began to read her her favorite bedtime story, where she mouthed each

“Daddy, when the Tooth Fairy comes, can you read her my story? I think she’ll like it,” she said with a goofy little grin on her face.

“Of course, Bug.”

“Are you sure she’s not gonna try to steal more of my teeth?”

“Surer than sure,” Steve confirmed, giving her little forehead a kiss.

“Love you~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Night night.”

“Are you sending us away?” you asked in a light tone.

“Yep,” she popped the ‘p’, “I need to see the Tooth Fairy as soon as possible so I’m going to sleep now. Love you,” she said again.

“Okay, we get it,” Steve laughed. “I love you too.”

“I love you three,” you added before giving her a forehead kiss of your own. “Sweet dreams.”

She waved you off as you both left her room, “don’t let the bed bugs bite!” she called after you.

“Do we have any glitter left?” Steve asked as you closed the door.

“There should be a little left in the office.”

“Great. I’ll be in bed in a little. A half hour at the most. Pick out a good movie for us to watch when I get back?”

“Of course,” you hummed before giving Steve a gentle peck. He had that concentrated look on his face, his brows slightly creased as if he was deep in thought. You weren’t exactly sure what he was planning, but you knew he’d be a damn good Tooth Fairy.

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In the morning, you didn’t wake up to the sound of your alarm. No, you woke up much earlier to the squeal of your daughter as she did laps around your house, waving a pink card and a twenty dollar in her hands. 

“Look! Mommy!” she pounced on top of you after bursting through your door, making you grunt aloud. “Twenty whole dollars. I’m gonna buy a car!”

You were still quite groggy from just waking up, but that didn’t seem to stop your child’s ramble. 

“The Tooth Fairy said she’s gonna make a necklace of my tooth, ‘cause it’s the best she’s seen in a while. Maybe ever.”

What the fuck, Steve. A tooth necklace? Although Sarah didn’t seem too put off by it. 

“I think I have a new wiggly too,” she began to demonstrate, putting her hand into her mouth to show you. “She’s gonna be so happy to have two of my perfect teeth on her necklace.”

For some reason, you didn’t see your daughter giving this up any time soon. Steve had created a monster and he didn’t even know it. In fact, he’d only woken up once Sarah leaped on top of him. 

You closed your eyes to try to make the most of the hour you had left before your real alarm went off, and tuned out the recap that Sarah was giving your husband. You only had about five minutes of peace before James burst into the room with a bit of a bone to pick with everyone.

“MOM! Why does the Tooth Fairy have favorites?”

Damn it

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Word count: 562

Warning: Swearing

A/n: You and Peter are in college for this one.

You and Peter dated from Sophomore to Senior year in high school. It was amazing, everything about your relationship was amazing. Besides the occasional argument. The arguments never lasted long but they happened. You both were in your Junior year of college. Both of you did your classes online, after your Freshman year of hell. You went to a college that was hours away from his and not being able to see each other in person often, stressed you both out. You both lived in the avengers tower and kept your relationship a secret. Mainly afraid of how your dad would react.

Although your relationship got a lot harder to hide after Peter proposed. You both agreed that I’d be easier if you didn’t wear your rings, that way none of the avengers found out and told your dad. I’ve mentioned my dad a decent amount, but I’ve never told you who my dad was. Iron man. That’s right, I’m the daughter of the Tony Stark. We haven’t told him, because well, we’re nervous.

Morning began like any other, waking up next to Peter, waking him up, and then shortly after, he heads back to his room. Then you usually go back to sleep until someone comes to wake you up, or you have class. This weekend you were woken up by Natasha,

“Y/n, your dads looking for you.” She said. You groaned and sat up.

“Thanks Nat.” You said, getting out of bed. She nodded and walked away. I walked into the kitchen to find Peter and Tony.

“Y/n?” Tony asked.

“Hm?” You asked, pouring yourself some coffee.

“This.” He lifted Peter's hand, displaying a modest engagement band. You turned your head,

“What the fuck Peter?! You had one job!” You shouted.

“I’m sorry! I- I- I don’t know h- how he found out!” Parker exclaimed. Tony dropped his hand.

“So you admit that you two are engaged?” Tony asked.

“Yeah…”

“How long?”

“Five years.” Your voice, barely audible.

“Seriously?!”

“Nat, you betrayed me!” You shouted, hoping she’d hear. You watched as Peter slowly backed away, headed for your room.

“Is this why you switched to online classes?”

“Yes. My college was hours away, so I switched to online classes.”

“Why did you say anything?”

“Because then if you questioned my decision I could say, ‘I’m an adult, and I make my own decisions now.’”

“He never even asked for my blessing.”

“Dad, it took him like four years to even spit out the words ‘will you marry me’ and I think if he was gonna ask for your blessing, it would be another seven years before we got engaged.” You grabbed your cup of coffee, “I’m done talking about this now.” You walked towards your room.

“What? Y/n, come back here.” He called. “At least use protection! I’m too young to be a grandpa!”

“I’m on the pill!” You shouted, closing your bedroom door.

“Well, that’s one less thing to deal with.” You set the coffee down, “Here. I think you need this more than me” You walked into the bathroom, grabbing the three boxes of pregnancy tests, each one containing two positive tests. “But how are we gonna explain this?”

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A/n: I don’t believe that an engagement band is a real thing, but we’re gonna pretend it is.

Part two coming soon, well- eventually!

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This was amazing! ❤️

Take Yours (And I’ll Take Mine) [P.P]

“If I throw away my fear and pride to set things right, then I’ll find mine on the right of your side.” Take Yours by Matthew Mole

Summary: Your ‘friends with benefits’ situation with Peter only grows more painful for him as he watches you push his affections away.

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: SMUT, angst, gw*n stacey, swearing, violence, typos :(

a/n: first off, i HIGHLY recommend this song ^, it’s so cute and sweet :) secondly, this fic is now the longest on my page, so there WILL be typos. I used two different typo and grammar fixers, so hopefully that helped. i’m gonna go through and read it a few times as well, but most likely there will always be some typos, sorry! i hope you enjoy this fic, love you all!

smut is under the cut!

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