america for you


Summary: your playing a horrible prank on Sebastian but it’s still the best day of his life.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, two, maybe three curse words

A/n: I’m actually so scared about this one ! Tell me what you think ?😅

You sat in a high chair next to Chris and the interviewer in front of you. You talked about the latest marvel movie and how you hoped the people would like it.

The subject of the conversation however switched to your relationship with Sebastian.

He wasn’t there, had a spare hour which meant you could talk about him freely without him denying everything you said.

You had been together with him for almost three years and he asked you to marry him only two months ago. This was probably the most happy time of your life and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You thought about him after the interviewer asked whatever question it was. You forgot it in your daze. Chris nudged your arm and brought you out of your thoughts. “You still with us honey?”

You smiled at his nickname for you. He used to call you all kinds of stuff from honey to love to sweetheart to babe. He started it when the whole thing between you and Sebastian was all new, he said he wanted to make him jealous but it became a habit and he now did it without even thinking about it.

“Yeah, I’m.. Yeah sorry”

both of them laughed and Chris laid an arm around your shoulder hugging you from the side sweetly as he laughed. He let go of you and you smiled asking the man infront you to repeat his question.

“Sebastian asked you to marry him, was that a shock for you?” You thought about it for a second even though the answer was clear to you.

“I mean of course I was surprised, we love each other and we always talked about marriage but then seeing him kneeling infront of me was a totally different thing. I wouldn’t say I was shocked though, I love him so it was without any doubt a yes” you smiled remembering the day Sebastian asked you to marry him.

“Can you tell us how he did it?” The interviewer asked curiously.

“Of course !” You squealed in excitement sitting up a little straighter and clapping your hands making both man laugh.

“It was while we were shooting the movie. He didn’t have any scenes left to shoot and went home already but I had to stay two more weeks.” You told him with a huge smile.

“He picked me up from the airport when I came home and we put my bags and stuff into the car and sat in. I waited for him to drive but he just stared at me. I looked over at him and he leaned in to kiss me and got a box out of his pocket.”

You thought back to the day remembering how confused you were. “He didn’t go on one knee, but he didn’t have to and yeah… Then he asked me. That’s the story of how I got engaged in a car at the airport.”

“Was it disappointing?” The man frowned.

“No not in any way, I loved everything about it and I definitely wouldn’t want it to be any different now” the interviewer smiled at you obviously happy for you and Chris next to you was in awe as well.

“You’ve been living with him longer than that, is it hard to live with him”

you scoff rolling your eyes “oh yes !” You blurt out “its not even that he’s messy or something he’s just always annoying and pranking me. And when I say always I mean always.“ 

“Have you thought about payback ?”

“Yeah of course but I think I couldn’t do it even though I really want to” you shrug.

“you have to sweet cheeks , I know what he’s pranking you with and trust me its time for payback” you laughed at Chris’s exclamation and the three of you made a plan on how you’d prank him. You made a plan which evolved scarlet as well and you were excited than never.

The interview was over and you quickly made your way over to the next room , knowing scarlet was in there.

You told her about your plan and she agreed that it was time to pay Sebastian back. You felt mischievous and slightly scared but nothing would hold you back now. 

It was a horrible horrible plan. You just hoped he’d forgive you once you cleared it all up.

You stood infront of the door to your shared hotel room and took a deep breath getting into your role. You felt your face change a sad expression taking over and you opened the door walking in and closing the door behind you.

You spotted Sebastian on the bed and walked slow to sit next to him.

You looked around the room into the corners where the interview people sat up cameras when he was gone. He scrolled through his Instagram when you took his phone away and laid it down on the nightstand making him look at you concerned.

“What’s up, are you okay” he asked concerned and your heart broke.

You didn’t look at him as you sat next to him a huge gape between the two of you. “I need to talk to you.” You muttered and you could feel his nervousness hit up.

He took your hand in his but you took it back carefully out and flinched away from him. He took the hint and waited for you to talk.

“I’m pregnant” you told him eyes locked to the floor. He was about to get all excited and kiss you and tell you how much he loved you when you continued “its not yours” your eyes still fixed to the ground a tear escaped you and you were surprised how well you were in your role.

You saw the smile on his face fading from the corner of your eye and whipped your tear away.

“How will you know” he asked quietly, the heartbrack clearly audible.

“it happened when I was on set and you were home” you tried to hold back the tears. This felt so real. You could hear your own voice starting to crack and whipped another tear away.

“Who was it” he asked more urgent now and with an angry tone.

Your eyes shot up to his and you pretended to be horrified. “That doesn’t matter Sebastian.”

“Who?!” He nearly shouted making you flinch.

“Chris” you muttered and you saw in his eyes the disbelief how all his anger faded away slowly but then came back up.

“Why the fuck did you do that ?!”

“I didn’t want to” you started yelling.

There was a knock on your door, the ‘sign’ and scarlet told you it was time for your interview. Sebastian rushed out and you followed giving scarlet your ring.

She went into the room and packed all your things, laying the ring on top of one of the pillows. You walked behind Sebastian, not being able to keep up with his fast steps.

Chris saw him stalking over and he knew what was about to happen. Sebastian let a hard punch fly directly to the direction of his face but Chris luckily was quick enough to dodge it.

You screamed for Sebastian to stop and he just looked at you with anger and made his way into the room. You walked over to Chris as you whipped your last tears away.

“I think we are taking this to far.” You told him with a frown glancing into the room and watching Sebastian sitting down in a chair.

“Its gonna be okay, its payback remember”

“but what if he doesn’t forgive me?” You asked and Chris turned you around holding your cheeks with both of his hands as he looked into your eyes. “Its gonna be fine I promise. He loves you too much to let you go because of a prank.”

You smiled hopefully at him and he hugged you, not realizing that Sebastian was watching.

You sat between Sebastian and Chris, which only helped the ironic of the prank.

He was angry as hell and quietly growling every time Chris interacted with you or gave you a nick name. You hid your hands in your pockets, so he wouldn’t see the missing ring. You excused yourself from the scene saying you weren’t feeling too well and walked up to your room. You quickly wrote a note for Sebastian 

‘I’m sorry I brought you so much anger. 
I hope you’ll find some one better than me. 

I love you - (y/n)’

You sat it onto the nightstand and went over to one of the cameras.

You looked straight into it as you said “pranking is really damn hard”

You quickly walked out of the room locked it making your way over to scarlets place.

You hoped desperately for the moment to come in which you just would hug the living hell out of your fiancée and tell him it was just a joke.

Scarlets lap top was connected to the cameras and you could see everything that happened. How he walked into the room and paced up and down. How he saw the ring and sat down in distraught with his hands in his hair, all his anger turned over into sadness and disbelief. you saw how he read the letter.

You knew he couldn’t believe any of what was happening. It was like a nightmare for him, his whole world scattered apart. He stood up checking the bathroom, the closet, the cupboard, everything. He searched for anything, a sign of you, something to give him any hope. But there was nothing, just the ring you left there and which he couldn’t bare to look at.

He tried to call you after finding nothing but you didn’t answer your phone only patiently waiting for the room service to arrive, which was also part of the prank.

And then finally Sebastian made its way over to the door and the room service brought something in.

He thanked them and stared down at the object in confusion opening it revealing another piece of paper.

Written on it was ‘its a prank’ he was confused and you quickly ran down the hall knocking on his door.

He opened it and there you stood smiling shyly “its payback” you told him with a hint of fear in your eyes.

You waited for him to say something the fear getting bigger with every passing second.

And then he finally scooped you up hugging you tight and crying into your shoulder. “Don’t you dare ever do that again.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head in the crock of his neck. “Chris made me do it” you mumbled into his neck.

“I’m gonna kick his ass”

He quickly let go of you and walked away picking the ring up from the bed and slipping it back onto your finger.

He kissed you, his lips soft and lovely against yours. You felt the wetness of his tears on your skin as the kiss got deeper.

He grabbed both of your hands in his and pulled away resting his forehead against yours. “Please don’t ever do that again”

“I promise” you told him capturing his lips in another kiss.

  You looked back into his glowing eyes and spoke up again. “I would never leave you. For nothing in the whole world.” You began and hugged him.

Whispering into his ear , not willing the cameras to hear. “And I would also never in my whole life even think about cheating on you.”

You kissed his neck and continued. “The baby… Its yours” he pulled back quickly looking at your smiling face and starting to grin himself.

“Please don’t tell me this is anothe prank”

you shook your head and he crashed his lips to yours “I love you” he mumbled against your lips.

And the worst day of his life finally turned out to be the best one.

@mytrueself , @sebstan01 , @learisa

Do You Have To Do That? part 4

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader (This will probably turn into a Steve x Reader)

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

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Originally posted by mysharona1987

“How did you become Spider-Man?” You grab his hand pulling him to his feet, he complies with ease. “Hand on my waist.” His hand slips around your waist as you start to make him dance with you.

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5 recently challenged a number of artists to draw a variety of superheroes punching Nazis. This post features several of our staff favorites from this challenge–Squirrel Girl, Ms. Marvel, Jack Kirby, Lobo, and Captain America. You can see the complete collection here, which also includes a rare battle between Wolverine and The Straw Man.

anonymous asked:

I like how some people are discussing if Dan really got high but in America, you have 11 year olds smoking smarties

look. when i was in eighth grade people snorted smarties dust lines right in front of the teachers and they never got in trouble wtf is wrong with people

anonymous asked:

2p allies reacting to challenging a thumb war with their roommate only for her to break his thumb...

hOLY SHIT YOU ARE A GOD AMONG MEN *doesn’t even care about his thumb*: 2p America, 2p Canada

Hey, you’re pretty good at that. Could you take me to the hospital please?: 2p France, 2p Russia

*starts sobbing*: 2p China, 2p England

gifs-of-the-gab  asked:

On the subject of standardised testing, I'm curious as to how they work in America? We have what you would probably call standardised testing here, in that everybody has to take the same exams for each subject in order for the qualifications to be consistent, but there's pressure to ensure those exams/assignments allow for the best demonstration of breadth and depth of subject knowledge and critical thinking skills (essays, coursework, short answers, mini essays). What are your tests like?

My district requires we give at least one “STAAR-like” test (STAAR in the big test in Texas) each grading period. 

The rest of my major grades are projects and essays though. 


You’re famous for the terrible sense of direction between your friends. This disadvantage result in you losing in the city where you were born and raised, only because you’re out for midnight snack. Fortunately, Captain America comes to your rescue. You share a meal together and after that, you have a few night confession and sometimes even bump into each other( though you strongly suspect that it’s all planed) Eventually, Steve and you start a formal date    

cummodify  asked:

honestly how do i stop regretting moving to nyc

IDK I moved to Florida and hated it.  I’M A VIRGIN WHO CAN’T DRIVE. I love the subways of NYC and I love the city and like pockets of diversity. 

NYC has always been my home and I love it like on a deeper level, but NYC sucks in its own right

LBR NY is a “sanctuary” state yet racism by the cops is realer than trumps hair piece, and even in my neighborhood there are right extremist parking their hummers with the most hateful and ugliest bumper stickers so…. America sucks and find where you love and where makes you happy

Steve - fight

The sweat dripped down your brow,and you wiped it off with a towel. You had been working out for the pat 45 minutes. You were trying to get stronger because you wanted to defend yourself better, since you were dating Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America. You had more of a chance of getting hurt with him. When you had brought up the idea of working out and learning to fight to Steve, he liked it. If it helped keep you safe, which was Steve’s #1 priority, he liked it. Natasha had been helping you learn, and over the past 6 months, you had been getting pretty good, so you and Steve were in a gym at Tony’s tower working out.

“Hey, Steve, can you practice fighting with me?” You say to Steve, who had been lifting weights.

“I don’t want to hurt you, though…”

“I’ll be alright. I’ve gotten pretty good at fighting lately. Nat said so.” You brag.

“Really….” Steve got up from lifting weights. “Is that a challenge?”


“Just tell me if I hurt you too much, alright?” You nod, and suddenly Steve swings at you. You duck, narrowly missing his punch. The two of you begin fighting. You were a bit nervous; Steve was strong, and had been doing this a lot longer than you had. So at some point, he would win. But until then, you were going to fight your hardest.

It felt like forever, but eventually Steve got you. You were tired, but Steve wasn’t even breathing hard. That was his biggest advantage. You hadn’t even realized that Nat, Bucky, Tony and Wanda had come in and were watching you.

“You’ve gotten pretty good.” Wanda commented.

“Thanks.” You say, still out of breath.

“We should have a contest. We’ll see who wins, boys or girls.” Natasha said.

“That sounds good.” Tony said. “Wanda, you and I don’t usually use hand to hand combat, so we’re probably equal…” She nodded. The 6 of you get in position. “Ready, set… go.” You and Steve begin fighting again. This time you seemed to have the upper hand. A few times, you almost got him. You couldn’t really pay attention to the other fights, but from what you saw, they were also even.

“Ha! Got you!” Nat suddenly called out, and you wee momentarily distracted. That gave Steve the chance to get you. But in the heat of the fight, he got a bit excited, and he punched you in the nose.  You heard a crack, and instantly pain traveled across your face. You shut your eyes, and you could feel the blood dripping off your nose.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), are you ok?” Steve kneels down next to you and puts his arm around you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that, I just -”

“It’s alright, Steve, it’s just my nose.” You assure him. “I’ve had worse, I’ll be fine.” y now, the others had stopped what they were doing and were watching the two of you.

“C’mon, we have to get that blood to stop.” Steve said. He picked you up bridal style and brought you to the bathroom of your room. You put a tissue on your nose to try and control the blood a bit.  “I’m going to have to pop it back into place.”

“Just… do it quickly.” You say, closing your eyes. Steve quickly pushes it back into place, and your nose explodes in pain again. You grab his hand and squeeze it to stop yourself from crying out. “Thanks.” You say.

“I’m so sorry, do you need anything?” You usually hated asking for help, but Steve wouldn’t stop asking. That was just his personality.

“Um… can you get an ice pack?” You ask, and he nodded. He leaves the room and quickly comes back with an ice pack. you put it on your nose, which makes it feel a bit better.

It took a ½ hour for the bleeding to stop. Your nose still hurt a bit, but you took some Advil, which helped. By then, Steve had put on a movie to watch so you could rest. He started the movie, and you cuddled up to him.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a while.

“Steve, it’s alright. You didn’t mean to. It’s just my nose, it could be worse.” You say. “I’ll be alright.”

“Good. I love you.”

You smile. “I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

Can you right something about harry and the missus deciding where to raise their kid like England or America please and thank you💖

Here it is, love. I hope you like it and have a nice weekend!

v.- Where you are

It was sunny in Los Angeles. The kind of sunny that got you all sticky with sweat and craving nothing more than some frozen treats from the local Mexican place near your house. The thing is, it was sunny in Los Angeles and neither you nor Harry wanted to get out of your house (with a good ass air conditioner running perfectly fine) to step in the violent heat outside. So, no matter how much you craved a mango smoothie, you were certain you weren’t gonna get it anytime soon.

You still tried, though.

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If you do extreme vetting and let the imams preach hatred in the mosques, they are going to create more feelings of victimhood, and you will have more attacks. You have to block those not worthy of coming here, and then you have to set some rules and regulations on the institution of Islam itself. I would recommend educational programs for imams to understand our Constitution and what America stands for. Then you have to monitor the religious leaders who come here from other countries to preach.
—  Dr. Mark Christian a former Muslim imam from Egypt and expert on the Muslim Brotherhood

I can’t stop laughing over the racist neckbeards on the Marvel Facebook page upset about a completely innocuous illustration of Miss Marvel urging people to vote as being too politically biased towards Hillary (it doesn’t say anything about who to vote for, but apparently a Muslim superhero talking about the election is too much).

And the fuckboys in the comments trying to argue that freaking Steve Rogers would be an enthusiastic Donald Trump supporter. I’m fairly certain they’ve either never read a Captain America comic or watched one of the films, or they’re just misinterpreting the character to a BAFFLING degree.