“Does It Ever Stop Hurting?” “No, You Just Make Room For It.”

Requested by: Anon

I’m seriously in love with your work!! Could you write an imagine where the reader is a stock market trader and meets Tony Stark at the NYSE?

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“Oh my– I’m so sorry.” You quickly said, turning around to apologize to the man you had just run into. “I'm– oh, Mr. Stark.”

“It’s fine.” Tony told you, dismissively waving his hand. “It is pretty crowded today.”

“It’s always like this though.” You told him, smoothing out your shirt a bit. “I should be used to this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tony gave you a charming smile, and he held out his hand. “Tony, but you probably knew that already.”

“Everyone here knows who you are, Mr. Stark.” You shook his hand with a smile on your face. “I’m Y/N.”

“I knew that already.” Tony said as he shrugged. “Just trying to make this meeting a little this awkward.”

“It was awkward when I almost knocked you over, Mr. Stark.” You told him with a small laugh. “And I’m sorry about that, again.”

“No harm done.” Tony reassured you. “And please, just call me Tony.”

Hollow Promises

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt finds and loses a life he’s never had. A life he doesn’t even feel like deserving sometimes. Genre: Angst Rating: T Warnings: Swearings, depictions of violence, major character death 2,331 words

Notes: MATT ANGST AS REQUESTED BY MY BAE @potatoersforever​. <3 Sorry for the long wait, baby. Also sorry for the shitty writing. I can’t write angst for shit. AND I’M SORRY Y’ALL for the lack of updates. I just moved into a new apartment and everything is still a mess and I just got the internet connection installed today (after waiting for 5 days) so…yeah. Next one-shot might be a Bucky one. Hopefully. Let’s all pray. Thank you for reading and tell me if there’s any mistake! ENJOY! <3

When Matt wakes up in that morning, he feels his chest tight with apprehension.

Nothing that he isn’t used to considering the life he leads, except this time it feels different. Heavier, somehow. 

He’s felt guilt and anger and sorrow and sure apprehension but never over something he doesn’t know, never over something he couldn’t sense entirely. 

And he rarely feels this, but when he wakes up in that morning and feels you cuddled up against his body, your warm and soft breath hitting his chest so comfortably, all he can think about is how bad he wishes to see you right in that moment. 

He’s never expected to find in you something that he could hold on to – solace and safety and that sensation of feeling like home. 

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Travelin’ Soldier

Bucky Barnes x Reader

alright here’s another sad one. didn’t hurt as much to write but i had tears forming. sorry again!

Author: Amanda

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That Time of Year - Bucky Barnes x (f) Reader

Words: 1152 Paring: Bucky Barnes x (f)Reader Warnings: swearing, but is that a surprise? Requested by @sexymackstan “May I have an imagine where you’re not an Avenger and its Christmas time and you put up this tree, you are pregnant with twins, but your boyfriend Bucky doesn’t know? You planned to tell him on Christmas Day and he plans to propose to you on that day as well. He has everyone over that day and has a priest come and marry you both on New Years Eve. Make it super fluffy and adorably cute, because bucky with children would be super adorable. lol” A/n: you know at the beginning of this I was all “no Lilly don’t use pronouns make it readable by everyone” but then about halfway through it hit me, “lilly you can use pronouns because the reader gets pregnant.” I also saw Civil War again today- man the feels were big. I found many Easter eggs that I am still freaking out about. Oops.

Masterlist. 

Bucky was very enthusiastic about Christmas.

And he was very not okay with having a store bought tree. He even said that even though he’s  very much so in the future, he was going to have a real fucking tree.

And even though Bucky used to be The Winter Soldier and worked with the Avengers, he decided you (who is not anything like an Avenger) was worth more.

So you and Bucky went to find a tree. And it was much more stressful than you expected. And it was even more stressful because you were feeling like you were going to throw up every minute in the morning.

But you toughed it out long enough to see Bucky running around like a little kid, and picking out the perfect tree.

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Karen Hallion

Trip

Request: A shy, sweet, clumsy reader who has the biggest crush on Bucky, and Buck (who also likes the reader) makes sure that he’s always near her to catch her (and the stuff she drops) whenever she trips. This flusters the reader, and makes her clumsier.

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: None. 

Bucky developed a sixth sense after he met you. Possessing an uncanny ability to trip on nothing, Bucky somehow found himself always there whenever you needed him the most. You were pretty sure you owed him for not having broken a wrist and a few ribs by now.

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Caught (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky catches the reader singing in the kitchen.

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: a few swears?

(M/f/n) = male friend’s name

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You and Bucky shared a floor in the tower and were quite close. He’d come home late from a mission yesterday so you assumed he’d be sleeping in late. So you took the opportunity to bake him a bunch of cakes and biscuits.

During your baking, you FaceTimed one of your friends (m/f/n) and you played cheesy love songs which the two of you were singing along to.

Bucky walked down the hallway very early on in the playlist, while you were singing loudly to “Careless Whisper” by George Michael. He’d decided to stay quiet and hidden to see what you were up to without scaring you.

He’d managed to not be caught for at least half an hour, listening to terrible renditions of songs like “Every Breath You Take” or “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing” and he’d only just managed to stifle his laughter at your ridiculous singing and dancing to “Take My Breath Away” from the Top Gun film you’d made him watch a few weeks back.

About halfway through “I’ll Make Love To You” you pointed at your iPhone to your friend as you sang the chorus. Bucky craned his neck to see what you were pointing at and his heart dropped when he saw you’d been FaceTiming a guy this whole time, and that all those songs were probably aimed at him.

He sighed as he began to walk away and his disappointment made his presence known to you, “Bucky! You’re awake!” You ran up and hugged him and he forced a smile.

“Hey, what’s with the fake smile mister?” You could see right through him.

“I’m just tired from yesterday, (y/n), I’m alright.”

“Well that’s why I made you all this!” You spread out your arms and gestured to all the cakes and cookies that were cooling on the counter.

“Ah thanks (y/n).” He hugged you.

“You don’t seem very surprised about it.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well-uh… I may have been watching you singing and dancing for a while now.” He said with a small smile - genuine this time.

Your jaw dropped, “Ah fuck, how long exactly?” You asked, hoping for a good reply.

He thought for a second before replying, “Umm, the first song I remember was George Michael.”

You grabbed your laptop and looked at the playlist. “Shit, that was like 40 minutes ago. Oh god this is embarrassing.” You put your face in your hands before a voice spoke up, “I’m still here you know.”

“Oh shit, sorry (m/f/n). I’ll talk to you later okay, I need to gather up my dignity. I’m never gonna dance again.” And you mentally cursed your choice of words when you heard Bucky murmur ‘my guilty feet have got no rhythm’.

“Alright, no worries, speak later.” He spoke and you hung up.

“Who’s that?” Bucky asked, expecting the worst.

“Oh that’s just my friend from my old work. Cheesy love songs are kinda our thing.” You smiled to yourself and then looked up at Bucky, who looked a lot happier than before.

“What’s perked you up all of a sudde-?” You asked before being cut off by his lips on yours.

You broke apart for air. “I thought he was your boyfriend and that’s why you were singing those songs.”

“God no, we’re just really close friends.” You said through giggles.

“Good.” Bucky smiled before kissing you again before an obnoxious beeping sounded in the room.

“Oh fuck, the gingerbread is burning.” You ran to the oven to take them out and put them on a cooling rack.

You sauntered back over to Bucky, “where were we?” And you began to kiss again.

“Ah yes! Food! Thanks for telling me FRIDAY!” You pulled apart as Tony practically shrieked as he entered the kitchen and went to pick up a gingerbread before dropping it and squealing at the heat of it.

“Hands off Tony! They’re for Bucky.” You snapped and he stepped back.

“What, all of it?” He asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Yep. Now get lost.”

“But (y/n).” He whined, drawling out your name.

“If I let you take a rack of cookies, will you leave us alone for a little while.” Bucky offered.

“Yes! Definitely! Wait, why do you wanna be left alo- oh gross!” He looked in disgust and picked up a rack and sprinted off.

You both giggled and carried on with no more interruptions.

Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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That’s the Wrong Sister (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: food-books-and-bed said: Can I request a story where the reader was Natasha’s twin and was walking down the street or something and someone needed help and mistook her for Natasha and Steve was watching and he made her join the team she and Steve hookup but he falls for her

Sometimes it was almost a curse to be the twin sister of Natasha Romanoff.  It was definitely a bad choice to live in the same city, where her enemies knew where to find her and where anyone at any time could ask her to save them.  You tried to dress conservatively, hoping to cover your identity as much as possible without being totally hidden from the world.  You still had a life to live, after all.

Tonight was one of those nights that had you wishing that you would have just stayed home.  You could hear a woman screaming from somewhere nearby, but the sound seemed to come from all around you.  Moving to the middle of the street, you looked quickly for any cars before closing your eyes and listening; trying to decide which direction to run, trying to drown out the background noises of the city around you.

“Ma’am?”

“Shh!” you scolded the voice next to you, raising your hand to demand his silence.  You never even opened your eyes to see who it was, running away from him as your senses sorted out which direction the woman’s scream was coming from.  You didn’t hear him follow you either.

When you reached the alley, you stopped at the sight of a man holding a woman against a building with a knife to her throat as he rummaged through her purse.  She was doing her best not to panic, and tried to hold her reaction when she saw you in her peripheral vision as to not give you away.

“Hey,” you called out, stepping into his line of sight, “I think you should let her go before this gets ugly.”

The man pulled his knife away and released her, now turning to you.  She grabbed her bag and ran from the alley, leaving him for you.  “Hey, cutie,” he smirked in a gravelly voice that sounded old and worn, “you’ve got a lot of nerve, scaring off my catch there. You taking her place?”

“I’m here to kick your ass.”

The man spun the knife around in his hand and stepped back to lower himself into a lunge, shooting himself forward at you.  You simply shook your head and sighed, easily grabbing his arm when he attempted to swing the blade at you, firmly twisting and snapping his shoulder from its joint.  He was now lying at your feet, whimpering and begging for you to stop pushing your foot into his chest.  You grabbed his knife and slipped it into your boot, leaning down to capture his gaze.

“At least make it a challenge for me,” you mumbled.  “I’m sure you have a few questions, but I had plans that you so rudely interrupted.” You pulled out your phone and called for police to come pick him up, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.  The alley was dark and you didn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there.

Once the sirens grew closer and you could see the lights on the nearby street, you jumped to the nearest fire escape and climbed up until you were out of view, watching the man to be sure he didn’t try to run.  Satisfied with his removal, you jumped to the next building and then the next, lowering yourself to the ground to leave and resume your original plans for the night.

Back at the site of the incident, Steve watched as you disappeared into the darkness.  He stood motionless for several minutes before a dark figure dropped down next to him from above; another witness to your control of the situation.

“Rogers.”

“Murdock.”

“So, who’s that one? These vigilante types are just crawling from the woodwork, huh?”

Steve looked at Matt and sighed loudly, disbelieving what was being said.  “Really?  You mean like you?”  

“Hey, this isn’t about me,” Matt said nervously, raising his hands in defeat and slowly backing away. “Okay…so…nice chat, Cap.  I best be on my way.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Steve paused for a moment before making the call that could change your life from this day forward.  He slowly dialed, considering his decision before entering the final number, but finally gave in and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Nat.  I have a few questions to run by you.  You got a minute?”

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“She doesn’t want to be found, Steve.  I can’t say that I blame her.”

“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you that you have a sister?  You’re in the same city, and yeah it’s a big city, but there’s always a chance that we would run into her.”  Steve looked up at Natasha across the small café table with a small smirk, taking a drink of his coffee, “I thought she was you.”

“She’s good.  Not as good as me, of course, but she has no problem holding her own.”

“Can you bring her in?”

Natasha sat her cup down on the table with a loud thud and a shocked look on her face as she all but choked on her drink.  “To the team?!  Are you joking?  Cap, I just said, she doesn’t want to be found.  I did say that in English, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.  “But all the same, I think it’s the right thing to do.”  Steve quickly took the last swallow of his coffee and stood to leave, looking down at his teammate, “you in or out?”

“I’m out.”

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The overly enthusiastic and loud banging on your door startled you enough to drop your phone before you could send another reply back to your sister, who had tried to give you a little warning that he was trying to find you; you were surprised that the Captain had arrived so quickly.  You stood to open the door, but had made a firm decision to not let him in.

“Well, I must say you sure didn’t waste any time finding me.  Did she tell you or are you just that resourceful?”

“I prefer to not divulge my methods,” he said, looking down at you with a commanding presence that did anything but put you at ease.  He was more intimidating than you would have imagined after what you had read about him and what Nat had told you.  “May I?” He pushed his way through the door before you could reply, taking full advantage of your stunned silence.

“You know, that’s rude to just force your way into someone’s home.  In fact, I think that’s called trespassing, Captain Rogers.  Not very law abiding for a walking flag.”

Steve looked down at the clothes he was wearing, a pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, and looked back at you with confusion.  “I’m not even wearing the suit-“

“Can’t escape it, sorry,” you sighed, shutting the door once you decided that he wasn’t about to leave any time soon.  “You just ooze patriotism.”  You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, doing your best to hold your resolve and not take him up on the offer that you knew was coming.  Doing your best to not fall prey to the man that Nat had warned you about only moments ago.  The man that she knew was much too close to your type, and that you would find hard to say no to.  “No thanks, Captain.  I know what you are here to offer, and I don’t want you to waste your time or energy.”

“She told you.”

“She’s my sister.  You think she wouldn’t?”

Steve took a few steps closer with a slight sense of urgency and fear that he would lose any shot to convince you of his plan before you even gave him a chance.  “Okay, but hear me out.  You didn’t break a sweat the other night; you didn’t even look like you were engaged in it.  It was too easy.  You must have skills similar to hers, right?”

“I said no.”

“Natasha told me that you were trained with her, but you stayed behind after she left the Red Room. You stayed on and trained new girls-“

Finished with his lack of respect for your answer, you stepped behind him and twisted his arm back, pushing him into the wall and pressing his face against it.  He didn’t fight back at all, not even pushing back when you held him tighter.  

“What part of ‘no’ is Captain America having a hard time with?  Is it the ‘n’ or the ‘o’?  Perhaps it’s a lack of manners that’s the problem?   Do you make it a habit to just barge into someone’s home and spout off until you get your way?  Do you always get your way, Steve?  Is that it?”

You swore you heard him growl; like some strange animalistic noise coming from his throat.  You held your ground, waiting for him to turn the tables on you, planting your feet firmly to keep your leverage against him. “Hmm?  Nothing?  I thought you were more than just a shield, Rogers.”

Those must have been the magic words to spring him into action.  It a flurry of twisting arms and legs, punches and kicks, fingers weaved into hair and hands around throats, it was a matter of seconds before you were pinned to the ground and he was looking down at you.  His hands were like vice grips holding your arms to the floor; you couldn’t so much as even wiggle your fingers.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Steve panted, “can we get back to business?  You’re skills are impressive, (Y/N).”  The look in his eyes was shifting, and softening slightly, but they were still intense and held your attention with the deepness of the blue in them.  You felt a shift in your interaction, and you could see that he did too.  “Alright…maybe…maybe it would be best if we got off the floor and talked in a more civilized way.”

He finally stood and held his hand out to you to help you up, no longer making the eye contact he had so firmly held seconds ago.  “Alright, talk,” you sighed, straightening out your shirt as you stood.  “You have ten minutes to convince me of every reason why I should go with you.”

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Steve was a very convincing man.  It likely had a lot to do with the fact that you now wanted to let him convince you so you could see more of him.  You had spoken only a handful of words to him, but you listened to him go on and on about how the Avengers were a cohesive team that wanted to protect and make things right.  He was so passionate about what he believed, that you couldn’t help but be convinced, and now here you were, about to meet everyone.

“Just wait here,” he whispered, resting his hand over yours as if it were natural to do so.  When you looked down at it, he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat in embarrassment.  “Um, I’m just gonna see who’s here before you come in.  Looking so much like Nat might be a bit of a shock for them.”

After about five minutes he returned to the front door to bring you in, looking slightly disappointed about something.  “Well, no one’s here right now, but I can give you a tour if you’d like?”  His eyes were filled with anticipation that you would agree to stay, so you quickly took his hand for him to lead the way.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down at your two hands and your fingers intertwined, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the contact.  “gym first.”

“No,” you said, pulling back against his arm to stop him and keeping your hand in place as you spoke. “You said the tower’s empty, right?”

“Uh…yeah…?”

Being forward wasn’t your strong suit, and you were usually uncomfortable showing guys any interest, but this was no normal guy.  You may never have this opportunity again, so you took the chance, pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping your other hand around his neck.  He responded quickly, pressing his mouth roughly against yours, his tongue searching desperately and dancing with yours.  You lost your breath when he lifted you from the floor, and you had to wrap your legs around him to keep your balance.  

The breath was knocked from your chest slightly as he slammed your back into the wall, still kissing you with ferocity and need.  He pulled his head back and began to leave hot kisses down your neck, his warmth leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“This isn’t like me,” you panted.  “I swear…it’s just…that you…”

“I know…but I don’t want to stop myself.”

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You woke the next morning to incessant buzzing from your phone and countless texts from Natasha, undoubtedly worried that she hadn’t heard from you since telling her you were going to meet with Steve.

Did you see the tower last night?

Steve said he convinced you to stop by.

Where are you?

Are you still asleep?  Wake up, already.

Have you heard from Steve?

“God, she’s persistent,” you whispered to yourself, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  “You get to tell her, not me.”

“She’s your sister,” Steve said in a sleepy voice, “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you last night.”  You sat up and stretched, yawning as your body pulled it’s aching muscles, “alright, then what should I say?”

“Tell her that you didn’t get a tour of the tower because I was too busy taking advantage of her only sister.”

You tapped away at your phone for a few seconds then tossed it on the table next to you.  “Okay.”

Steve’s face went immediately pale and his mouth hung open in shock.  “You didn’t…”

You gave him a mischievous smile and quietly began, “Five…four…three…two…one…”

The furious banging on his door surprised him, jumping at the sound of the angry Russian on the other side.  “Steven Rogers, you seem to have forgotten how many ways there are for me to kill you!”

Imagine Becoming Best Friends With Peter, Despite Being On Team Cap

“Tony, I really didn’t want to do this,” Steve sighed. He looked up at you, and you jumped down from your perch in your own new suit, the force of your landing cracking the ground.

“Oh, come on, this was supposed to be my big idea,” Tony sighed.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you shrugged. With a surge of power, you launched yourself at Spider-Man- a familiar face to you from YouTube- and used your telekinetic field to throw him across the airport, stealing back Steve’s shield and tossing it to the soldier.

“Wow, that was awesome!” Spider-Man said, though he quickly recovered, “I mean…nice moves, but I don’t think you can keep up!”

“I’ve seen you swinging around the city, Bug Boy,” you smirked. “You may be able to handle street-level stuff, but I don’t think you’ve ever met anyone like me.”

“You’re from New York, too?” he asked, swinging out of your reach and trying to shoot you with webbing as you followed with precision and used your field to project the webbing away. “Is that a kinetic energy field?”

“Tactile telekinesis,” you grinned, “it’s super-fun. Almost like flying! So, really, where’d the whole Bug Boy thing come from? I’m curious.”

“Long story, radioactive spiders, I’d rather save it for a rainy day,” he said, managing to land a burst of webbing to your hand and sealing you to the ground. “I’m from Queens, what about you?”

“Manhattan!” you grinned, kicking him hard as Scott grew to giant size and you pulled your arm free. “We should hang out sometime!”

This, you could tell as he swung back around to try and hit you again, was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

(For Anon)