Which Disney Character Would You Recruit To Team Cap?

Which Disney character would you recruit to team Cap?

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I’m hoping by Tuesday...*crosses fingers*

I Missed You

Johnny Storm x Reader

Rating: T (mentions an unstable family setting)

Requested by an amazing anon!

Author’s Note: I had a plan for this request but when typing it out, it seemed forced when condensed into a one-shot. I hope you don’t mind but I think I’m going to release it in three parts. 

I really hope you like the beginning! 

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Really? I guess I didn't see that one. Sorry for copying your idea!

Thank you for the lovely comment though. I really appreciate it! :)

Meeting Captain America

Chris Evans x Reader

Rating: T 

Warning: Edited at three in the morning (lol) 

Requested by an amazing anon! 

Author’s Note: I love Disneyland! After seeing this request, I was so excited yet…really scared. There are so many wonderful Disneyland stories that I wanted to do something original. Then…this happened. I tried to be funny but I think it backfired. :( Hopefully it’s not as bad as I think it is…

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Chris Evans geeks out about Disney stuff

Come Back To Me

Chris Evans x Reader

Rating: T

Requested by a wonderful anon

Warning: Edited at 2 a.m. (I really need to stop doing that)

As you sat on the hardwood floor, shaking hands slowly wrapped each frame that once covered your home. Smiles taunted you behind clear glass, contrasting the tear-streaked complexion you currently wore. As each moment of the past was relived through the pictures, your composure grew worse as wet hands ran across each face, tears staining the once perfect setting for those happy times.

Your hair slowly unraveling from its messy bun, you rose, taking the last frame with you to place within the duffel bag that lay on the bed. Yet your unsteady grip finally faltered, the object in your hands falling to the floor. Shattered glass spread across your feet as you watched the frame fall apart, the wood disconnecting to form a pile on the floor, the picture left upside down in the midst of the destruction.

With the new mistake, a sharp cry escaped your lips as a hand flew to your mouth, covering it as if to hold the screams that were begging to be released. Sobs filled the silent air as your feet swiftly trudged through the glass. The pieces that pierced through the skin pushed deeper with each new step you took yet you persisted, letting the pain overwhelm the once peaceful times that you held previously in your hands. But the mix of emotions died down as soon as some of Chris’s last words from that night echoed in your ears, making you now beg for the room to just stay silent.

“Why the hell are we even in this relationship?”

The simple question was filled with harsh promises for the future as Chris didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he slammed the door, letting the sound of his heavy steps echo into the room until he disappeared for what you hoped would not be for good. But as the taxi sped away, carrying your heart along with it, you knew it was the beginning to the end.

This suspicion was only confirmed as the silence continued. Your cell phone remained inactive besides the countless times you had checked for messages. The multiple attempts of an apology were ignored and as you sat beside the lifeless object, a piece of you broke away with each moment that passed, creating a shell that finally crumbled under the pressure. Now, lying amongst the rubble of your relationship, you finally accepted the truth.

He was done with you.

At the repetition of this harsh reality, you screamed, the sound muffled against your hand once more as you collapsed on the bed, curling into a ball in a feeble attempt to heal the pain. The shirt you wore, one that belonged to Chris, rode up slightly as you slowly moved your arms to wrap around your legs, your head resting against bare skin as you begged for this nightmare to end. Begged to have the man who once loved you back into your arms. But he wasn’t here and it only grew worse.

Maybe if you had just given in, agreed to the one thing you promised you would never do, this would have never happened. If you had just accepted the fact that Chris wanted a family and gave him one, you wouldn’t be feeling this way. You’d still have him. Yet despite the overwhelming heartache that came with the punishment for your continual diversion of the topic, you still couldn’t agree to it. Even if it meant losing him, you wouldn’t lose a part of yourself to please a man. Even if the man was the one you were willing to spend the rest of your life with.

Finally accepting the decision you had made from the beginning, your body finally relaxed, a sense of defeat filling your actions as you slowly rose from the bed. With a slow approach, you changed into your own clothes quickly, letting Chris’ favorite blue Henley fall to the floor. The soft fabric seemed to taunt you as you slowly walked away, finally lifting one of the full boxes and heading to the truck that waited outside.

As time passed and the boxes began to increase in the once desolate truck, you sighed as the last box was placed upon the others. With a quick jump to leave the trunk, you quickly slammed the door closed, letting the sound add to your somber mood. With a turn to collect the keys, you kept your head down; hoping for this day to be over so you sleep away what you hoped would be a nightmare.

“You forgot something.” Your head snapped up as you quickly looked up at the man that waited for you at the door, the picture that fell from the broken frame held tightly in his hand.

Chris looked as horrible as you did. With his hair a mess and his clothes disheveled, his eyes frantically searched yours, giving a clear display for the hurt that clearly mirrored your own. His free hand continually running against his jeans, he moved one step closer, waiting for you to say anything about his impromptu return.

“Thanks…” You quickly snatched the picture, carefully tucking it into your pocket while using this excuse to keep your head down. With a small breath, you spoke once more, filling the tense silence before it would all end and you and the truck would disappear.

“Why are you here?”

“I…I shouldn’t have left in the first place.” You froze, your head snapping up at the sudden confession. Frantic eyes searched for any clues you could find within the anxious state of the man in front of you, any sign that your packing was for nothing. Yet the lingering doubt remained and as your teeth dug into your lip, you took a step back before wrapping your arms around your waist.

“You were a week early for filming. I’m sure they didn’t need you just yet. That’s why you’re here.”

“God damn it (y/n). You knew that’s not the reason why I came back.”

His harsh tone forced the tears to once more run down your skin as his concern made the possibility of the what-ifs less far-fetched. With a small confidence beginning to build, you tried to keep calm, letting Chris continue.

“When I left that day…I was angry. I know the whole baby talk was premature but I needed to know that you had the same goals as I did. When you didn’t, it just seemed like a deal breaker at the time. All I could see was a future without a little you or a little me. A little us…and I snapped. I wanted a family. After seeing how great my parents were, I wanted the same thing.” His voice cracked as he spoke the last word, quickly rubbing his eyes before trying to speak again.

“I had thought that was all I wanted but the farther away I got from home, the more I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. When I pictured the family I had been longing to have, I couldn’t see anyone else as their mother. Before you say anything, yes, I know you don’t want kids and I’m ready to accept that. I’m ready to give up that family dream because (y/n)…all I want is you.”

With each word, the sobs you once tried to control had returned, your body shaking under their force. Unconscious steps brought you closer to Chris, giving him the chance to pull you into his arms. His tears hitting your shirt, he cracked, taking a shaky breath while trying to regain his wavering resolve to slowly whisper in your ear.

“I tried to picture my life without you but I couldn’t. How can I live without you being the first thing I see when I wake up? I want to hear your laugh whenever I crack a horrible joke. I want to see your face light up whenever I come home because as tired as I feel on the way back, it all disappears as soon as I can have you in my arms again. As long as I have you, I’m happy. (Y/n), I’ll handle not having a kid as long as I have you through it all.”

It was then that the two of you finally gave in the pain, letting each of you heal the other as you both collapsed into each other’s arms. Chris’ hands quickly moved your head, pressing his lips quickly to yours as if to emphasize the speech he had just made. Instinctively, your hands wound through his hair, pulling him in closer as you deepened the kiss, your body pressing flush against his.

Back in the embrace of your boyfriend, everything felt better. The heartbreak that you once considered to be a new permanent part of your life faded away as you felt your skin against his once more. As you finally pulled away, a small smile graced your lips as your forehead rested against his, watching as his own complexion copied your own. His strong arms holding your hips tight, he laughed, moving to rest his head upon your shoulder.

“I’m not letting you go. You’re stuck with this meatball.” The previous mood slowly becoming a distant memory, you finally laughed, the noise sounding choked but still there. As you quickly nodded, you moved away, wiping your eyes before clearing your throat and speaking. Your hand moving to rest on his cheek, you lifted his head to meet his gaze. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Chris Evans + Disney