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Hey! I'm new to Tumblr, so I don’t have readership. Therefore, ask me imagines, it would make me happy! :)

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Hey! I just wanted to say that I still have 8 imagines to write so don’t panic if you don’t see your request posted today and in the next few days. :)

Sebastian Stan : the reader is a new Chris's friend and they met and get a long well, become friends, Seb start to have a crush on her and ask her out on a date, she was kind of in shock and after the 3 date she decides to stop going out with him because she doesn't think she's good/attractive enough for him and because she's too young but he insists because he's falling in love with her

Your idea is interesting and for sure, I will write your imagine. :)

The Little (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Request: Hello i saw that you where taking request and was wondering if you could do one for me? :) Maybe one with Sebastian Stan where de reader is 19y. old and also v short (like 4'9) and they get along really good and she has a crush on him but is really insecure bc of her age and height. Than she kind of starts ignoring him bc she thinks he likes someone else and starts hanging out with Tom Hollland and Seby gets Jelly and the rest is up to you. Thank you so much if you're gonna do it ☺️  

Warnings: weird nicknames

"The Little" is a reference to the animated television series "The Littles"

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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"SEBBYYYYYY! I'm going to kill you!" you shout.

Of course, he burst into laughter. You shook your head and crossed your arms, already having an idea in mind, you were going to make him pay. He surely thought that watering you with a water gun was a good idea, but your white sundress became completely transparent. You blushed when you realized he could see your bra, but you didn't hesitate to take one of these fake guns to your turn and started to chase after him. To be honest, you knew it was a childish behavior for a nineteen year old young woman, but you couldn't help. When you were together, everything around you, possibly become a mess.

"I'm waiting for you the Little!"

You groaned, but that made you redouble your efforts and push on your legs to catch up with him. From the height of your 4'9ft, people have always tended to make fun of your size and even if Sebastian didn't do it maliciously, it annoys you like never! Compared to you, he seemed like a giant with his height of 5'11ft and half, even if a part of you liked this. Actually, you always loved men taller than you. You met him only a few months ago on this shoot and your heart immediately capsized for him, but you never tried anything, fearing he decided to reject you. After all, you were only nineteen compared to him, who was almost thirty-six and much more experienced than you...

Lost in your thoughts, he completely disappeared from your sight. You look all around you, tried to find his way, asking some members of the staff if they had seen the Romanian. After a technician showed you where he went, you headed for his caravan, advancing discreetly, without any noise. When you got ready to open the door on the move, your curiosity prevailed and listened to the discussion he seemed to led on the phone or with someone physically present.

"I-No... Yeah, maybe you're right." his voice was hoarse and you couldn't help but wonder what was happening. Unfortunately, the rest of the conversation didn't leave you a clue about what they were talking about.

You waited until the end of the discussion and a few more minutes before knocking on the door, a smile on your face as if you heard nothing. When Sebastian opened the door, your smile faded, he looked so serious and almost annoyed.

"Are you alright, Sea Bass?" you asked timidly.

"Yeah, I'm just tired and I have someone to see in a few minutes. See you later."

He closed the damn door. Why was he that cold, so suddenly? You never had the answer. Except that, you guessed his discussion with the person on the other end of the line played a role in his behavior.

"He's seeing someone, someone far prettier than me, not a Little, and probably of his age. Maybe, we don't know, I'm not in his mind, but felt like it was time to give up, to turn the page and start again. A better start." you thought, retracing your steps.

*

"Tommy, you're such a cute sweetie pie!" you commented after you look at the selfie the two of you took.

"And you're the sweet I want to taste until the end of times, Y/N." he replied in a flirty tone.

You look at each others in the eyes before you exploded in laughter at his terrible pick up line. You pushed your face against his hoodie while he wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you attempted to stop laughing so loudly.

"Jeez, you're better at that game than I thought!"

The last few weeks, as the end of the end shoot was near, you got closer to Tom and even if people think of you as a couple or in love with each other, it was strictly platonic. After all, it was kinda expected since you were one the younger actors in the cast.

When you raised your head, leaning against your friend's chest, you caught Sebastian's gaze. He was sitting on the armchair, facing the sofas on which you were almost lying with Tom. You saw a glimmer you didn't recognize and you were about to frown when he started to speak, venom in his voice.

"Tommy, TomTom, love, sweetie pie, sweetheart..." he imitated you with an exaggerated high-pitched voice. "You didn't have finished, you two? It's dripping with love and it becomes disgusting."

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Tom, but he seemed as lost as you were. However, this incident insufflated you a dose of courage and confidence in yourself. You left your place close to your friend, then you took a few steps to face Sebastian.

"We need to talk."

The fact is, you didn't talk to him since the call, you refused. He bit his pinkish lower lip, sufficiently desirable in normal times and without him realizing it, it made you crushed on him ten times more. You drove out those thoughts and led the way until you were both isolated.

"What was that?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"Nothing, you're just being annoying at teasing each other in front of the cast. Nobody needs to be blinded by this sight."

Of course, his choice of words was harsh... Yet, a smile stretched your lips.

"Wait, wait, wait... Are you jealous?"

"Never in a million years!" he groaned, pulling his hair back with a fake irritated look.

Your heart was beating so hard, but you had to try, at the risk of making a fool of yourself...

"Are you sure? So, if I go back to Tom and kiss him, will you shut up? We won't flirt anymore, there will be more than that."

He immediately put his hands on your hips, sticking against you and you had to lean your head back to bore your gaze in his azure blue ones.

"Fucking short heights!" you told yourself.

"What are you waiting for? Kiss me." you encouraged him.

Without hesitation, he licked his lips while his hands framed your face. He caressed your cheeks, brought his lips close to yours until you felt his breath surges over your face. Then, his lips drawn near of yours before they met. You on tiptoe and lowering his head to the maximum. You shudder at the touch. Your whole body was boiling. It was ... Nice, tender and brutal at the same time, sensual. In the end, he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

"By the way, you're not that short." he murmured.

"Shut up, Stan." you complained.

"Okay, but you know... Everything that's small is cute."

"Mmmh... Kiss me again before the Little kicks your ass."

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Hi! You, little anon who requested this, I hope you enjoyed your imagine. ♡

An opinion about this one? :)

I wanna love you (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Request: Sebastian Stan : the reader is a new Chris's friend and they met and get a long well, become friends, Seb start to have a crush on her and ask her out on a date, she was kind of in shock and after the 3 date she decides to stop going out with him because she doesn't think she's good/attractive enough for him and because she's too young but he insists because he's falling in love with he  

Warnings: sad, angst

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Last months, your life has become completely crazy! It all started the day when a man in his 30s passed the door of the animal refuge you were working in and even if you immediately recognized him, you didn't say anything. He came several times before he adopted a new dog so that the one he already had doesn't feel alone. Over time and through conversations, you became friends with the famous Chris Evans! It was the first step of these last months of madness.

The second step is when you met Sebastian Stan at a party, a friend of Chris you knew for his roles, he was a very good actor. That day, you were very shy because you had just met all his friends and colleagues playing in Marvel movies. Between Chris Hemsworth, Anthony Mackie, Jeremy Renner and Scarlett fucking Johansson, you didn't know which way to turn.

There was a moment when you isolated yourself because you felt a little too much, you don't know why anymore... Maybe because they talked a lot about the future shooting film they would have in common? Did they debate around an anecdote? You do not know anymore, the champagne that you had ingested already made an effect on your memory at this point. But what is certain, is that someone cleared its throat while you stared into space and when you raised your eyes, you met a magnificent azure look, enough to bring down all girls.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said with a slight smile.

"Sorry for what? You've done nothing bad..." you replied, chuckling.

"I saw how you were there, you were uncomfortable and lost, don't blame Chris, he's completely overwhelmed."

"No risk, he's really good as a man."

He nodded and sat next to you. All this evening, he has bewitched you to the point of forgetting the rest of the world. It was just you and him, nothing else mattered.

The third step is the one when he called you two weeks later and asked you on a date. At first, you were so shocked that you didn't know what to say, you stammered before agreeing even if he wasn't able to see you. Three days later, he came to get you by car, in front of your home. You had put on your best dress and showed yourself to your best advantage without seeming too superficial.

"You're beautiful!" he commented before kissing the back your hand.

You stayed for hours in the restaurant, until a waitress came to say they were closing. With him, time passed much too fast. He made you laugh, smile and backward, you noticed that he made you blush like a teenager of fifteen whereas you just came out of this period.

A teenager? That's what you were just two years ago, even if you forgot your own age in his company. After three rendez-vous, the fourth step has arrived. You couldn't help but tell your mother and your best friend that you were seeing a man. When they asked questions, that of the age was of course output.

"As long as he's not fifteen years older than you, go for it!" laughed your friend, but it hurts you deeply.

Oops... He was fifteen years older than you. You said nothing at the beginning, then you lied about his age, fearing her reaction, already tired with kind of behavior. To be honest, you've always been attracted to older men, which has always earned you warnings from your friends. You knew that telling your mother would be more difficult, you feared her reaction even if she was supposed to suspect it. She knows everything about you and you can't hide anything from her.

"How old is he?" she inquired, crossed arms and you read her just by a glance, worries were pulling her features.

"He's almost thirty-six, mom..." you confessed, hesitant. Her opinion counted more than anything for you, you wanted your mother's green light, her approval.

"Baby-" she began.

You refused to listen to her. You closed your eyes. You immersed yourself in your dreams. She didn't understand your feelings, not this time. After all, it was not a huge surprise, was it? The beatings of your heart resonated, it was the only thing you accepted to hearken.

"I can prove they're wrong!" you ruminated before you went to bed. Something in your head made you take your cell and do a simple research, you wanted to be sure you didn't imagine things. "Sebastian Stan ex girlfriends" you sought before biting your lower lip, observing  the beauties he had touched before he met you.

"Maybe they're not wrong and I am... Love makes you blind." you supposed before you fell in the arms of Morpheus.

*

You haven't answered his messages or his calls.  You shut down all your conversations on your phone and on social networks and it felt like someone shot you in the heart. He was the only person you thought of when you went to sleep and when you woke up, it seemed love cursed you. Cursed with love, yet you never met Cupidon on your path.

Eventually, he stopped trying and it was worse. This time, you were sure he forgot you and will ask someone else on a date. You were the flower he picked to have good times, but your roots were not replanted in the earth and now you are fanning without him. You weren't mad at him, you could only blame yourself. Except, you couldn't come back to him as if nothing had happened.

However, one evening you saw a beautiful car parked in front of the building in which you lived. It was the time of the fifth and last stage; the confrontation. He was standing near the front door, hands in his pockets and your stomach flipbacked in you. His baby blue irises were still breathtaking and his smile irresistible.

You fell in love with him. You got inebriated with him.

"Sebastian...? What are you doing here...?" you asked astonished.

"I wanted to see you. I missed you, sweetheart."

I couldn't help but blushed, biting slightly my lower lip.

"Why did you ignore me for two weeks? Did I say something that upset you?" he questioned, being nervous.  

A sigh escaped my lips. How to explain without disappointing him?

"It's not your fault. I... I have feelings for you, but we can't be together. I'm too young and not pretty enough to be with you so... I ignored you to forget the last weeks spent with you." you explained quickly, ashamed, looking at your shoes.

"What? No... This is too stupid, Y/N."

"Thanks..." you murmured, not feeling good at all. You were unable to meet his eyes.

"No this way. What I'm saying is, this stupid because I feel the same. I'm falling in love with you and I don't want to fight it because I don't give a fuck about what peoples think about me, you or us. And yes, you are pretty to me, so stop devaluing yourself."

"Seb-"

"I wanna love you, let me fall for you." he cut you, stroking your cheek.

You could only let him, so you pressed your lips against his as an answer. No matter what people say, it won't change what you feel for this man.

Everything I touch (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Request: Basically, enemies of Peaky Blinders attack me, then Tommy arrives at that moment to save me, he fights and wins but he is hurt. So I look after him and he makes a declaration of love to me, he has been very scared for me, and realizes that he loves me more than a friend....

Warnings: sad, angst

Disclaimer: I'm french and even if I'm learning English for eight fucking years, it's not perfect and I'm sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don't be too harsh, please. :)

+ it’s a request from my book “Imagines for dreamers” on Wattpad

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Small Heath wasn't the best district of Birmingham but you lived there since you were a kid and you knew half of its population. For many years, it was ruled by The Peaky Blinders, a fearsome gang. However, their members aren't what people imagined. To be honest, the first time you met their leader, Thomas, he seemed really cold, but with time you were surprised that he was kind. Kind and protective towards his family and his very closest friends. Lucky, you were one of them. The Shelby family was one of the best you knew, you couldn't lie about that, it's was very different from your family who always had been torn, burst like a nebula.

Every friday night, you had this habit to go to the Garrison and drink with your friends. At the same time, you saw Tommy with his brothers and used to skylark with John or Arthur. But that night, you didn't see Tommy, his brothers told you he was occupied.

"Probably occupied to fuck Lizzie or another whore, huh?" you whispered, shaking your head, which made John smirk and play with the toothpick between his lips.

"Jealous?" Arthur asked, putting an arm around your shoulder.

"No, if he catches the clap and his cock finish by unhooking itself from his crotch, it's his problem!" you replied coldly with a shrug.

John burst into laughter before he held you in his arms and ruffled your hair, making you groan ungracefully at the same time. Even if they were annoying the shit out of you, you couldn't help but laugh with them.

Even if Tommy was your best friend, you never understood his need to fuck every woman! It always had been the case before and after Grace. Why couldn't he stay with someone? The bastard was aware of his charm's powers and never failed to use them. Jealous, were you? It was stronger than you. With time, the leader of the Peaky Blinders became more than a friend, you started to really like him, then to develop feelings for him and those feelings grown and in the end, you fell in love.

A few hours later, you decided to come home, letting the brothers and your friends smiling, laughing and singing happily, all of them drunk. When you were younger, your parents always told you to be careful and never walk alone in the empty and dark streets of Small Heath, but  tonight you ignored that rule.

You heard a "flirting" and disgusting whistle towards you before hearing a man's voice, probably very drunk. "Hey beauty'! What ya doin' here by yourself at this hour?"

You decided to ignore him and continue on your way.

"Bitch! I'm talking to ya!"

Suddenly, your back hit the wall and the man pushed his hand around your throat, trying to choke you. You struggled against him, fearing for your life because you thought he wanted to kill you for some reasons, but when he slided his big and calloused hand under your skirt, you shuddered of disgust. You gave him a kick in the groin which had the effect to release you.

"HELP!" you screamed in the hope to draw the attention of a gentleman passing in the area.

"Shut up, Peaky's slut!" he grunted.

He punched you right in the jaw, making you whimper. You thought for an instant that nobody will come to your rescue, until the man fled against garbages. It was so dark, seeing the faces of the two men was difficult. You savior was extremely violent with the rapist, but you were glad he was there. You heard bones breaking, groans of pain and finally a gunshot. Then, the silence hovered. Afraid and curled up against the wall, you hardly dared to look at the man.

"Y/N... It's alright, he won't try to hurt you anymore." you recognized that voice, she belonged to Tommy.

Immediately, you stood up and took refuge in his arms, head resting against his torso. You weren't stupid, but close enough to the Shelby's to guess your attacker was clearly dead, shot in the head. When you drew back, still in shock, you kept your hands on him as a support. Some of your phalanges were humid and when you take a close look, you saw this warm red liquid you hated. Blood.

"Oh god, Thomas, you're hurt..." you murmured, wide eyes.

"That's nothing, I just need stitches. I'm not bleeding to death, love."

My heart missed a beat and I just nodded.

*

"If Tommy was hurt because of me, my role was to stitch him, right?" you thought. When you made sure your best friend was okay and didn't need anymore sutures points on his left flank and his arms because of that crazy man and his knife, you tried to not stare at his body. To be honest, you find it pretty hard. So you couldn't help and glance quickly.

"I'm so grateful you came, Tommy. I can't imagine what would have happened if you didn't..."

"Well... I probably would hate myself for a long time, but you'll never relive it. I'll make sure no fuckers touch you that way anymore, alright?" he replied, softly stroking my cheek.

When you looked into his icy blue eyes, contrasting with his dark lashes, you saw a glimmer that you were unable to name.

"Let me take care you."

"How..?" you whispered as he ran his digits in your hair and played with the strands.

"When Grace passed away, I never thought I could love someone else so deeply. You made me change my mind and I realised I was blind, you were under my eyes all this time and I pushed my feelings away. Everything I touch ends up breaking, maybe they're right when they call me the Devil, that's the reason. Loving you was condemning you. Ignoring those fucking feelings after Grace was to protect you. Yet, I failed and I'm sorry. And I'm lost because I don't want to break your heart or someone to hurt you because of me." he confessed, locking his gaze into yours.

Your heart felt like he was going to explode. Sadness, excitation, happiness and love took you by storm and there was nothing you could do. You loved him so much. You dared to kiss him and you were proud. He replied to the kiss, letting your lips discover each other before your tongue met his with passion and intensity. With ease, he placed his hands on your hips and made you sit on his lap. Breathless, you broke the kiss as slowly as you initiated it. Forehead against forehead, staring into his blue eyes and your nose coaxing his.

"Having my heart broken by you would be an honor, Thomas Shelby."

It was a dangerous game you were playing at, but you were willing to.