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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! :)

My masterlist (in which you can find the characters and actors I write for) : http://causeimwriter.tumblr.com/post/174986674824/masterlist 

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. :)

***

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.

Michael gray x reader where the reader is ashamed of her strech marks and hides them from him and he finds out and just loves her???

Absolutely! I’m going to write it. :)

Blur (Peter Parker x reader)

Request: Basically, it will be describing an attack in which me, Sophie nicknamed S, will be in the place at the moment and Peter Parker as Spiderman will arrive and see me since I was one of his other friends with Ned, but I'll die in his arms and he'll cry repeating my name.

Warning: sad, angst, death

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 

***

Today was a simple day. The plan was quite simple after school : going to Starbuck and buying your favorite coffee. When you had time, you always took the opportunity to walk in the city. You knew it by heart, but it helped you to relax because, sometimes, it was kinda stressing and walking relieved you.

You were wrong, today wasn't a simple day. Maybe you should have checked your messages on your cellphone. Maybe you shouldn't have ignored Peter. Maybe shouldn't have became friends with him and Ned. However, you bonded so naturally and couldn't deny what you felt.

Peter - S???

Peter - SOPHIE, c'mon

Peter - please answer my calls

Peter - call me back, it's important and about my mission!

Peter - go back home right away and avoid crowded streets

Only a few persons knew the identity of Spiderman, you were one of them and lucky enough to be his friend. Peter Parker, the "loser", the geek, shy, weird and restless young man was Spiderman. He was a great friend of yours, maybe more but you never really admitted it, simply because you knew his enormous crush on Liz. Even when she left, you never had the guts to do something so you remained silent whenever he looked at a woman, not saw but looked. That's why you distance yourself from him. To push your "feelings" away and prevent them from growing. You wanted to preserve your friendship.

His mission? "I won't answer!" you told yourself. You were tired, that's the only thing he has been able to talk to you lately. "go back home right away and avoid crowded streets", what the hell was he talking about? You didn't turn around.

If you listened to him you wouldn't have entered in this jewelry shop, sipping your drink, drowned in your thoughts. None of this would have happened... Six hooded men broke into the shop and shot in the air.

"Everyone on the ground, hands on their heads" yelled one of them.

You obeyed to them, except that wasn't enough. You were in shock and hadn't had the time to understand what was happening before they started to shoot on the hostages. Not all them, but you were apart the four ones. Fast as lightning, no time to think or inhale that a sharp pain in the abdomen made you groan. The bullet you took wasn't enough to kill you quickly, but you needed medical assistance immediately.

Blur, blur, blur... That's what you saw. It felt like you couldn't breathe properly without having the impression your body was tearing itself apart . You knew it was the end, this feeling was twisting your guts, but you never thought you will hear a voice you perfectly recognized.

"What's up guys? Need some help?" he asked with a comical tone, yet it was an appearance to hide his dread... After some gunshots and heavy noises of bodies flying on the ground or against the walls, he said your name. He said it with tremors in his voice.

"Pe-Peter...?" you responded weakly.

You were about to faint, but somehow you found the strength to fight it. You needed to see him before closing your eyes forever.

"S, hold on, it's-it's going to be okay... Okay?" you couldn't even guess if it was a rhetorical question or not. He seemed extremely panicked, surely by the sight of the pool of blood in which you laid. He scooped you in his arms, head resting in the crook of his arm.

At that very moment, deeply, you couldn't deny it, you were about to die, but at least, he was there for you. Your emotions, feelings and reactions were pure. You couldn't have asked for more.

"Please, don't die... Listen to me, don't!"

You were already cold and had trouble talking or even thinking...

"Sophie..." he murmured.

A tear fell on your cheek, it wasn't yours but Peter's. You realized that he had removed his mask. He never did that with people around.

"Sophie, don't let it go... If-if you do... I-I'll have to resurrect you and... kick your ass. Alright?" he couldn't control his voice anymore, it was too shaky and his throat too tight.

"Peter... Never forget me, please..."

That's all you requested before your eyelids closed themselves for good while you stopped to breath as your heart ceased beating.

"Sophie..?"

He shook your lifeless body and he understood. You were no longer with him.

"No, no, no... Don't do this to me!"

He pressed a kiss on your forehead before he rocked you body against him, tears rolling down his cheeks. Peter has never been so desperate and hoped to change the past.

"Come back, Sophie, please..." he begged. "Sophie... Sophie... Sophie..."

You never came back.

He never forgot you.

Protection (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: Je n'ai pas réellement d'idée mais je peux découvrir que j'ai des pouvoirs ou alors il me sauve d'une menace en vrai je te fais confiance je suis sure que tu sauras trouver 🤗Je l'aurais bien faite en anglais mais je suis pas doué pour écrire mais je le comprends bien ha ha 😛(Translation: I don't really have an idea but I can discover that I have powers or he saves me from a threat. In real, I trust you, I'm sure you'll find. I would have done it in English but I'm not good at writing but I understand it well haha.)

Warning: slight violence

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. :)

***

Magic always ran in your family or that's what you mother made you think all your life, until now. You still remember her telling stories about your female ancestors, all of them endowed with telekinesis, cell regeneration capacity and being able to cast spells. When you asked if you were witches, with little voice shy and silvery at six years old, she corrected you "You're better than a witch, you're the good evolution of bad people." What was supposed to mean ? You didn't dare to ask and with time, you forgot that mysterious sentence.

However, your mother never really trained you to use your powers, even when you begged her as a teenager when your biggest desire was to hang Alec Johnson by the feet on his basketball hoop. Typically, you hated the Casanova of your high school. You never gave up and learnt by yourself little tricks, but you have always remained discreet and benevolent. So, you never used your gifts to make a living.

At eighteen, you had the chance to attend university and several years later, you graduated and finally you got the job of your dreams. Except, it was too beautiful to be real. As a great and young journalist, you knew the existence of Hydra and their work interested you. That's how you knew the evil organization could transform DNA and give special abilities to normal people. Something in your head clicked and you kept digging, to know the truth about your nature, your family...

And if Hydra seemed extinct, you were anxious and that's why you tried to contact the Avengers. Your status as a journalist should have helped you, but you never got an appointment with one the beloved heroes, except that life always taught you to never give up.

"Oh shit!"

Unfortunately, you were drawn from your thoughts not only because of the taxi's driver shout, but also by the jolts felt and the sound of an explosion. You jumped on your seat and looked out the window before you noticed that the traffic was blocked at the end of the roadway, apparently a car was on fire.

"What the hell is happening?!" you thought.

You were stuck here for a moment before you decided you couldn't wait anymore and you should walk if you wanted to be in time at your meeting with some of your colleagues. For the next twenty minutes, you felt observed but you brushed away the feeling, not wanting to become paranoid. At two blocks from your office, passing in front of a dark alley, you were surprised to hear kind of tired and desperate meows. You frowned and your gaze scanned the place before you saw a kitten almost crushed under a trash.

"Poor little thing..."

You couldn't help but approached the animal and lifted the rubbish, restoring freedom to the kitten. You couldn't even blow that you were hit on the back, which had the effect of making you fall to the ground, on your knees.

"Sir, we have her!" said a man's voice. You tried to get up, but he rested his foot on your back, making you lie on your stomach.

"Take her to the base, if you have to, sedate her." responded another man through a talkie-walkie.

"Oka-" you didn't let him the chance to finish his sentence that he flew against a wall. You could try to kill him with your powers, but you were like a doe in front a car's lights ; scared and lost. You could run away, but they did not count the presence of a dozen heavily armed men, worthy of elite killers. In seconds, your chances of escape fell back to zero and you were almost ready to receive hits or any injections.

You closed your eyes. Nothing happened. You only heard men shoutings and the sound of broken bones which turn your blood to ice. Fractured limbs and men in coma, that's all you saw when you carefully opened your eyes. You didn't have the time to properly react that an unknown and deep voice interpelled you.

"You're Y/N, right? I promise you, you're safe and sound." you turned your head and immediately recognized the mysterious and yet so known savior. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was standing in front of you, his new vibranium arm not even hidden, probably because it was a lot more discreet than the old one.

"Yes... No- I- I don't... Perhaps?" you stammered, lost and utterly shocked. Finally, you nodded, wanted to slap yourself for looking that dumb!

"We are sorry for reacting so slowly while you were in danger ... We know about your powers and I refuse to let someone hurt because of a completely deranged organization. These men aren't angels, they're mercenaries, killing machines. And others will come for you if you refuse to follow me."

His voice was husky and his tone  a bit cold and you knew his reasons, after the hell he lived for seventy years.  But those baby blue eyes, they were the reflection of understanding and kindness behind the sadness they held.

"We, the Avengers, will take you under our wing and I will personally take care of your protection. You have a lot to learn about your origins, so let me take you to our headquarters. Will you, doll?" he added with a slight smile.

You didn't know what the future was for you, but you had to take the chance to discover who you are, what people want from you and take the opportunity to be protected by someone like him. Yes, this meeting was the most unexpected of your life and by extension, the most important.

When he stretched his flesh hand towards you, you could only take it.

***

As I told the requester, without a real plot it would be a bit difficult to write her request since I'm still not used to write imagines but I hope it's okay. :)

“I’m french and even though I've been learning English for eight fucking years, it's not perfect and I'm sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could...” I think it sounds more natural this way! Your English is good though, keep it up darling!

Thank you! Tell me if you saw any other mistakes. :)