Summary: Being in love with your best friend, Steve, isn’t easy. Doing favours for him isn’t easy either. But seeing him with another woman is the hardest.
Warnings: It gets a little angsty, but then there’s fluff, and also like four swear words.
Word Count: 2.0k
A/N: holy shit i loved writing this so mcuh agh steve is a sweet, stupid boy
“[Y/N], please. I’m begging you,” he pleaded in a hushed voice over the phone sounding desperate.
“You’re ridiculous for trying this,” you told him flatly as you held your phone between your ear and shoulder while focusing your attention to the array of shirts in front of you.
“Remember the time I pretended to be your boyfriend to get rid of your ex,” he spoke only to be met with silence on your end, “you owe me,” he reminded as you groaned and stopped your foot like a child, “fine, but just this once,” you told him sternly as you bid a silent farewell to the clothing.
“Yes! Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he repeated over and over before hushing himself leaving you to assume he didn’t want to be heard, “I’ll be there in ten,” you told him and hung up your phone.
You had been friends with Steve since university and although you two were long graduated by now, you still saw each other almost everyday. To say you had a crush on Steve was an understatement, you were in love with the man.
So when he called you asking to come over and pretend to be his wife to get the hookup out of his place you had your reservations. For starters, you were going to see the beautiful girl he had shagged up in the first place and you weren’t sure if you could handle that.
But Steve always came to your rescue whenever you called, without putting up a fight about it. Whether it was to help you out in your love life or your personal life, he was there in minutes.
As you walked up to his door you quickly took a deep breath, pulled out the key he had given you, and mustered up your best fake smile before unlocking the door and walking in.
“Stevie, babe, where are you?” You cooed as you walked through the threshold of the door, yelling far louder than you needed to, but you had to make sure he knew you were here, “Steve,” you said once more, rolling your eyes as you made your way towards his closed bedroom door.
“Steve I brought - who is this?” You yelled trying to sound surprised as you opened the door to reveal a shirtless Steve and an equally shirtless counterpart on the bed, luckily they were inches apart.
“Baby!” Steve jumped out of the bed to get dressed, “I said, who is this,” you repeated your question again taking the liberty of pointing to the very gorgeous girl in the bed.
She had long brown hair and piercing brown eyes that made you self conscious of your own appearance even though you were the fully dressed one.
“Who am I? Who are you?” The girl accused as you gave Steve a disbelieved look, “I’m his wife,” you dropped the bomb as you pointed to your left ring finger, a wedding band looking ring adorned it. It was just a ring you’d wear everyday but you decided to go the extra mile.
Steve looked absolutely amused at the back and forth between you and the girl so much so that he stopped getting dressed to watch, “oh my God, I’m so sorry,” the girl apologised as she looked at Steve, “I can’t believe you didn’t mention your wife,” she spat as he just shrugged his shoulders.
“She was pretty,” you commented as Steve shut the door behind the girl relieved she was finally gone, “she would not leave,” he said with a sigh of relief and made his way over to you, “thank you, by the way,” he said with a smile as he pulled you into a hug which you gave into, loving the way he smelled and felt.
“And the ring,” he pulled away to look you in the eyes, “nice touch, doll,” he chuckled as you removed the ring and returned it to its original finger, “I tried,” you joked as he joined you.
“Wanna grab some lunch?” He asked as he paced his kitchen finding nothing, “I could eat, yeah,” you said picking up your purse, “your treat though,” you joked pointing a finger at him, “of course, doll,” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek before opening the door for you.
You still felt butterflied every time Steve called you ‘doll’ or kissed your cheek or lead you by placing his hand on the small of your back. It all made you blush and feel like a school girl all over again.
Steve had asked if you wanted to grab some dinner and then catch a late movie since it was your Friday tradition. Twice a month, every month.
You looked at the time seeing how you were going to be a little late getting to Steve’s and decided to let him know. You quickly dialled his number and waited for him to pickup. That’s strange, you thought as it went to voicemail. He always picks up. Nonetheless you decided to leave a message anyways, “hey Stevie, it’s me, I’m running a little late I’ll be at your place in fifteen minutes,” you said and hung up before picking up your pace.
You were true to your word because fifteen minutes later you were standing outside his front door knocking on the wood. You stood there playing with your hands for a few minutes, but Steve never answered the door, “Steve?” You knocked again. No answer. You assumed he was just in the shower since you’d given him some extra time so you let yourself in with the key.
What you weren’t ready for was the sight of him on the couch as a the same pretty little brunette sat atop of him, his face on hers. Something in your snapped and you hadn’t realised you dropped your keys until they made a sound on the hardwood floor startling both him and the girl.
“[Y/N],” he whispered your name, pushing the girl off of his body and standing up to walk over to you, “I-I-I’ll get out of your hair,” you said, your voice quivering and slightly above a whisper.
You could hear Steve calling your name but you forced your legs to keep carrying you until you finally lost the sound of his voice allowing a few tears to slip free.
You didn’t know how long you had been crying, but the sun had now come up and you had only been falling in and out of sleep the rest of the night.
You didn’t even know why that moment exactly made you crack and let everything just spill. Maybe it was because although you had always known that Steve hooks up, you never had to actually witness him doing anything like that.
You sighed into your pillow and slowly got up to go to the bathroom to take the longest shower of your life. You didn’t even dare looking in the mirror because you had a pretty good idea of what it would look like. Red, puffy eyes, a red nose, and of course, all your makeup running and smudged along your face. You were okay with not knowing.
The cool water felt nice against your hot body and you tried to scrub the image of Steve and her out of your mind you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to scream at yourself for being so stupid, for storming out, for letting it affect you this much.
Once you had finished your shower you headed back to your room to check your phone, but you found it dead at the bottom of your purse so you plugged it back in and let it recharge.
You got dressed in a pair of your favourite sweats and a loose tee shirt and hopped onto your bed again to check your phone.
Unsurprisingly you had a bunch of missed calls and texts from Steve. You groaned knowing you’d have to face him soon to explain your behaviour so you decided to check your voicemail.
Hey, it’s uh, me, Steve. I’m just calling to check on you and apologise for uh, well you know. Call me back as soon as you can please, doll.
You dryly laughed at him calling you doll and shook your head. You didn’t wanna hear any of the other messages so you just left your phone to charge while you distracted yourself with a movie.
“How could you be so stupid?!” Bucky yelled at Steve who was pacing his apartment in a frenzy, “I know Buck, I know,” Steve groaned as he fell onto the couch with his head in his hands.
“Weren’t you supposed to, I don’t know, tell her that you love her last night,” Bucky said rhetorically as his best friend sat in agony, “what was she even doing here?” He asked referring to the brunette Bucky hadn’t cared enough to get the name of.
“I don’t know, she came in saying how we should have a round two and she just kept cornering me until we were on the couch and started kissing me,” he said groaning at the thought again, “I’m such an idiot,” Steve muttered, “yes you are,” Bucky agreed as he took a seat next to his mourning friend.
“You’re an idiot,” Bucky repeated as Steve shot him a glare, “but this is still a salvageable situation,” he assured as Steve perked up, “she won’t even text me back,” he told Bucky defeated, “that’s why you go over to her place, dumbass,” Bucky encouraged by dragging Steve to his feet, “go,” he urged again, “now,” he finally said before Steve finally got the message and bolted out of his door.
You ignored the first knock, and the second, and the third. By the sixth knock you were irritated, annoyed, and angry that you had to leave your comfortable bed.
You knew who was at the door and you knew he wouldn’t leave until you opened the door, “stop knocking already,” you groaned as you opened the door to find a very disheveled Steve.
He took one step into your apartment as enveloped you in a giant hug holding you tightly, “I’m so sorry,” he whispered in your hair.
You pushed him away to get a good look at him, “it’s okay, we can just move movie night to another Friday,” you shrugged nonchalantly trying to play off as calm and collected.
“No,” he softly said before taking another step towards you, “I’m sorry about her. About all the girls. It was selfish of me,” he said looking into your eyes trying to read your expression.
You shrugged, “you shouldn’t be apologising, it’s your life after all,” you said averting your eyes to the floor.
The two of you stood in silence for a little while before Steve spoke up again, “I think I’m in love with you,” he mumbled almost too quietly for you to hear, but you did hear him.
Your head shot up to meet his eyes, there was nothing cynical in his eyes, his statement showing true through his eyes, “I’m falling in love with,” he repeated once more with more confidence, “all those girls were just a lame attempt at distracting me from you,” he chuckled dryly at his own stupidity, “Bucky’s right, I am an idiot,” he said more so to himself than you.
He was about to turn and leave but you caught wrist just in time making him spin and look at you one more time, “Bucky is right, you are an idiot,” you said, a tinge of humour in your eyes and voice, “but I’m glad you said that,” you confessed as a smile made its way onto Steve’s face, “why’s that?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
“This is why,” you whispered as you locked your arms around his neck and pulled him down onto your lips. His hands flew do your waist as he circled them around you to pull you in closer. The kiss was messy and needy and not at all as romantic as you thought your first kiss with Steve would be like, but you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything else.
“I’m so glad you had the guts to do that first,” he admitted shyly as you pulled away, foreheads resting against each others, “I was growing frustrated,” you joked as he placed a lingering kiss onto your lips.
“Oh and Steve,” you spoke up, “I know I’m falling in love with you.” The rest of the night was history.
headcanon: Della can imitate Donalds voice perfectly, and shes been able
to since they were young children. It took other people forever to figure it out because donald has such a unique voice, who else could be talking?
and because theyre twins, della can pass almost perfectly as donald when she ties up her hair and wears donalds outfit. They’ve used this to trick scrooge multiple times and it took him literal years to figure out that they did this
A/N-flashbacks are in italics! i also got a lil carried away and this is kinda long lmao
there you see her sitting there across the way she don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her
Harry watched in awe from the front of the Fish N’ Chip restaurant as you walked along the Isle with your parents Tiana and Naveen. He was completely enamored by you.
You weren’t from the Isle, but your parents regularly made the trip for peace meetings and you usually never tagged along, but last time you met a certain pirate and now you were itching to see him again.
“How’ve you been liking the Isle, love? Is it up to your parents standards?” Harry asked.
You had just stopped for a bite to eat when the son of Captain Hook to a seat across the table from you, somehow both startling and intriguing you at the same time.
“Well mom seems to like it, says it’s got character,” Harry scoffed at that part, “while dad isn’t sold yet,” You explained in between bites of your food.
Harry quirked an eyebrow, “And you? Are you sold?”
A smirk formed on your lips as you replied, “Almost, I need a bit more convincing before I can make a final decision.”
The boy suddenly stood up and held out his hand which confused you. You looked up at him and swore your heart rate increased when you saw his smile.
“C’mon, let me convince you.”
You followed his actions and stood up, grabbing his outstretched hand. Harry had just moved a step back when you tripped over your own foot and fell into his chest. Harry immediately placed his hands on your waist to steady you while your hands rested on his shoulders.
He was the one who leaned in and you followed suite, eyes closed, lips just centimeters away when Gil bursted through the doors and shouted at Harry that Uma needed him.
Harry glared at his friend before turning back to you, “Don’t think this is over, princess.” He winked and walked away.
yes, you want her look at her, you know you do (yeah, yeah) it’s possible she wants you too there is one way to ask her it don’t take a word, not a single word
You walked along the narrow streets of the Isle, stopping every once in awhile to look at the little trinkets the locals were selling.
“How much for this?” You asked the old man as you held up a bracelet.
“Don’t buy it, the gold will turn your skin green.” A familiar accent warned,
Turning, you came face to face with none other than Harry Hook. Finally.
You stepped away from the jewelry and walked towards where he stood, leaning against a wall, a smirk plastered on his face.
“Always nice to see you, Princess,”
You smiled at the boy before responding, “You too, Captain.”
Harry chuckled and looked down, “I’m no Captain.”
“You should be,” You mused, stepping closer to him, You fully intended on finishing what you two started at the restaurant the last time you were there.
This time, it was you who leaned in and Harry followed your actions and once again, you two were interrupted.
It was Uma.
“Sorry to ruin the lovefest, but I need my first mate.” She shot you an almost sympathetic smile before turning to Harry, “It’s the Auradon kids, we need to go. Now.” She turned to walk away and the boy in front of you seemed to be fighting with himself.
You sighed, “Go. Find me later, alright?”
Harry looked to where Uma was waiting rather impatiently for him and turned back to you before nodding, “We’re gonna finish this once and for all, Princess.”
“I’m holding you to that, Hook.”
now’s your moment floating in a blue lagoon boy, you better do it soon no time will be better
It was now night time, you were set to leave the Isle in the morning and you couldn’t be sadder.
You knew it wasn’t safe, but you just couldn’t resist. You went out to the little lake for a late night swim, just to clear your head of Harry.
Only, it didn’t work. The boy was still all you could think about.
“It really isn’t safe for you to be here alone, Princess.” Harry’s deep voice startled you.
You turned in the water, eyes widening when you took in Harry’s shirtless body. A small smile settled on your face as you spoke, “Well now you’re here to protect me, right?”
Harry slowly made his way to you, the water barely coming up to his hips as he stopped in front of you.
It was the perfect time, you thought. There was nobody around, no Gil or Uma to pull Harry away, no Auradon kids to ruin the moment.
This was it.
The boy slid his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, you two gazed into eachother’s eyes and leaned in at the same time.
Harry’s lips were unbelievably soft, just like you imagined and he was gentle which you didn’t expect, but loved. His hands gripped your waist as yours tangled themselves in his hair. You didn’t want to pull away, but your chest was begging for air.
Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his and tried catching your breath before whispering, “Was that worth the wait?”
Harry let out a laugh before wrapping you into a hug, “It definitely was, my princess.”