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An awkward smile pt. 2: Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader.

Damian Wayne x reader. Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader/ Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 4834 words

Part 1 HERE

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), toxic family relations, obsession, someone getting stabbed with a katana, semi-vivid description of death. Other than that, there's no s*x or anything of the like.

It was dark outside, and still, you could hear the persistent chirping of some feathered foe just outside your balcony. You had attempted to fall to rest for over an hour, yet the constant outside noises kept distracting you from your goal.

Closing your eyes tight, you tried to let sleep take its place, but the bird seemed to take offence to this and turned up the volume of its screechy chatter. Giving up on your long-awaited sleep, you slowly sat up.

A cold breeze blew in from your left, right through the doorless opening to your balcony. The sandy-coloured walls had been darkened with the shadows cast by the moonlight, which shone brightly that night.

You sat alone in the enormous silken bed. Damian was fulfilling his duties as the Head of the league, overseeing large-scale plans of destruction.

“Demon Spawn no longer, now a fully-fledged Demon”, you whispered to yourself. Speaking to yourself was a habit you had since you were a child, but after Damian brought you to 'Eth Alth'eban, you started doing it more frequently. There was no one else to talk to except Damian and his mother. The servants either didn’t speak a word of any language you knew, or they were too afraid of conversing with the spouse of the Demon. Both were equally likely possibilities to you.

Looking at the balcony again, you thought about going out and admiring the moon. Damian would have a fit when he came in, and you weren’t lying in bed, ready for him to tuck you in, but it wouldn’t matter. As long as you stroked his thick hair and kissed his plump lips, it’d all be fine. No one would get hurt.

Crawling on all fours over the green and gold silk blankets, you slowly reached the edge of the bed. Swinging both of your feet over the side, you reconsidered momentarily. Should you really get out of bed, knowing full well that Damian would end up agitated?

You stood still.

Then, the bird screeched out again, and you felt a burning desire to see the perpetrator. Letting your foot gently fall on the brown tiles, you carefully made your way out on the balcony. It was high up, at least four or five stories, if you jumped, you’d die. That was probably the only reason why Damian had let you have it. He didn’t believe that you’d rather die than stay with him. He was right, partially. You had no wish for death, at least not such a gruesome one. But you were desperate. Desperate people sometimes do things they wouldn’t have under normal circumstances.

Looking out into the darkened view of 'Eth Alth'eban, you considered its beauty. Large sandstone buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, their doors and windows cut into intricate patterns reminiscent of flowers and plants. Their roofs were inspired by Chinese architecture, their building style Arabic and the city’s layout western. It was a weird combination, but it somehow worked wonderfully. “Like Damian”, a small voice in the back of your head whispered. You ignored how this city perfectly encompassed Damian’s heritage, his strangely frankensteined accent and how, if he hadn’t been so… psychotic, as Tim had put it, he would have been just as wonderful as the city he ruled with an iron fist.

Leaning over the roundly carved railing of the balcony, you spied after the screeching little antagonist who had kept you awake. It was neither on the wonderfully curved roofs around you nor on any of the near-growing palms. You were much too preoccupied with attempting to find the annoying menace to hear as the door to the outside hall unlocked and slowly opened.

“Beloved!” Damian’s brass voice rang out throughout the room and you swallowed hard. “Bullocks…”, you whispered gently, as you turned around and slowly peeped out from the side of the balcony’s entrance.

Damian hadn’t noticed you yet as he scoured the entire bedroom and adjacent bathroom on the left side of the bed. “I’m here”, you muttered quietly, afraid of his reaction. Turning around fast, Damian stared you down, his green eyes shining like a cat’s, ready to pounce at any moment.

“What were you doing out there?!” Damian practically hissed.

“I was just looking for a bird that kept me up”, you tried to keep your voice level, but it was difficult when you had seen what Damian could do if provoked.

The man in front of you raised one thick eyebrow, a clear sign that he didn’t believe you. Despite the curses you had mentally thrown that damned ball of feathers previously, you now wished deeply that it would call out once again. Damian moved his tongue to the inside of his right cheek as if he was looking for any pieces of food that might’ve gotten stuck there. Slowly one of his feet started tapping the floor impatiently, his head bopping along to the rhythm gently. At first, you were at a loss for what his body language was trying to tell you. But then you realised. He was waiting to see if there really was a bird or not before he took any further action.

You stayed where you were, on the balcony, holding the side of the entrance tightly as you were only letting your head into view from the inside of the room.

The seconds seemed to pass incredibly slowly, and your fingers and toes turned cold despite the tropical weather. Damian sighed and was about to take a step closer to you when the infernal fowl finally whistled its hellspawn song.

Damian stopped in his tracks, his jaw slowly losing its tenseness. A gentle “oh” pressed its way through his lips as he stood still, looking awkwardly towards you for no more than a second before regaining his composure.

“I apologise, my beloved.” It came out more as realisation than as a true apology, but you’d take it. Damian rarely admitted fault when it came to anything.

“It’s okay”, you whispered, but it was not and you knew it. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of the man you married. It was wrong. It never felt like this with Tim… You reprimanded yourself mentally for thinking of your old friend. If you just ignored the bizarreness of Damian’s obsession with you, the fact that he forced you here against your will, that he may or may not have killed Tim, and everything else relating to the darker sides of his love, then your life might have seemed like a movie. You supposed most wouldn’t consider living in gilded luxury as a horrible fate, even if that entailed being locked within the confines of a room or next to your husband’s side for the rest of eternity. You lived in a cage of gold, with yourself being adorned in the finest fabrics and fed the best-made food imaginable. It was all too much. You had never enjoyed this type of excessive opulence and it all felt forced, a useless attempt at covering up the cracks in your relationship with gold.

Damian bowed his head down, just a bit, enough to make him seem less threatening. Opening his arms for you to step into, “Come, beloved. It’s late. You should be asleep”. Your younger self would’ve fought back, spat insults in his face or avoided his gentle caresses. You had been naive to have thought it mattered.

Tentatively stepping straight into his chest, your face pressed into his silk robes, you let him wrap his strong arms around you. Tightening his grip around you like you were a stuffed toy and he was a child. “I missed you, my love”, Damian gently whispered in your ear, the hairs on your neck standing up straight, you knew that meant nothing good for you. As he guided you towards your shared bed, he stopped just short of the edge, gesturing for you to crawl under the covers, you complied. Damian went over to one of the many intricately carved wooden closets which lined part of the left wall. As he softly pulled open the closet doors, you observed how the muscles in his arms pulled tautly. His arms had gotten more muscular than they had been back in Gotham, you supposed that Bruce’s and Damian’s training styles worked on different areas of the body, not that you knew anything about Batman’s training regiment.

When Damian had pulled out a long and loose silken dress, the same type that you were currently wearing. Undressing and redressing in his nightwear, he took his old clothes and threw them in a woven reeds basket next to the bathroom door.

Turning to you, he smiled. Striding to the side of the bed, he climbed under the smooth covers as well, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head.

“Did your day go well, beloved?” You nodded, you knew that this was a test. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for your day. He did. But what he really wanted was for you to return the question. To feel that you cared just as much about him as he did you. If you didn’t ask him back, he’d turn agitated and come tomorrow a servant would lose their head. He would never physically hurt you, he worshipped your skin like it was made of diamonds. But, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t punish you by letting you know that your action or inaction was the cause of multiple servants’ deaths.

“What about you, Damia-” You caught yourself, Damian despised it when you used his full name. He’d often cite how you’d called his brother Tim and not Timothy, so it was only fair that you used his nickname, as well.

“-Dami”, you corrected smoothly.

He hummed, content. “Thank goodness”, you mused to yourself.

It didn’t take long for Damian to fall asleep, he had always been a light sleeper, but he was also quick to fall asleep. You supposed that was useful for a soldier. Being able to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow and wake up at the slightest disturbance. It took you a while to sleep. The thoughts of all your old friends, family and especially Tim flooded your mind. How did you let it all go so wrong?

You sat in the league’s massive library in the early morning. The first time you were alone in months. Damian had been forced to oversee an emergency and you had reassured him that he could simply drop you off in the library and you’d be there when he came back. He decided to trust you. Besides, it wasn’t as if you were really alone, there were guards stationed on the outside of the library doors, ready to capture you and bring you to Damian, should you decide to run. Still, this was the most alone you had been in a while and you had missed being by yourself. Dancing around on the polished wooden floor, with a book in your hands, you laughed loudly.

“What’s so funny?” An unfamiliar voice questioned with an amused lilt.

You stopped immediately, looking in the direction of the voice. A man with bone-white hair and even paler skin stood in front of you. His eyes were covered by green-tinted sunglasses and his age was hard to discern. Younger than Talia, but older than you was your best guess. Then again, from what Damian had told you, Talia was near immortal, so you supposed that most people were younger than her.

“Nothing.” You replied courtly, not wishing to appear rude, nor wishing to get this man killed for interacting with you.

“You were dancing around with a book, laughing like a madman, darling”, the man chuckled. Staring deadpan at the man, you noticed how he wore a deep green cepken. Green was reserved for the Al Ghuls. Either this man had stolen his vest, which was unlikely as he would’ve been killed for such an offence, or something else was going on. “Who are you?” Your voice was much louder than you had intended and your eyes swiftly turned to the library’s door, hoping that the guards hadn’t heard you.

“Ah, interested in the stranger, are we?” The man smirked, he had the same calming yet unidentifiable accent as Damian, although the stranger’s were on the thicker side. Taking a step back, you made sure not to trudge on the long viridescent robes that your husband had made you wear. You were tempted to threaten the pale man by calling the guards but decided to simply turn around and start walking away. The library was large enough for multiple people to be within it and never see or hear each other. Besides, if the man posed a danger, the large floor-to-ceiling bookcases would prove excellent in helping you hide.

As you walked, you heard the man come running up behind you. “Aw, come on sweetheart, I was just teasing”, he threw his hands into the pocket of his loose trousers, walking alongside you.

“Please leave me alone or explain who you are”, you spat. Before Damian took you, you might’ve held a more tactful tone, but a combination of getting used to the royal treatment and having lost the naivety you held before your kidnapping, had made you uncaring of others’ perception of you.

The white-haired stranger didn’t seem to mind though, instead, his smug smile broadened, “Ah, of course! How could I possibly refuse the order of the Demon’s spouse? Dusan Al Ghul is the name.”

You stopped in your tracks, and so did Dusan. “Al Ghul?” You exclaimed surprised. He looked nothing like Talia or Damian. His hair was as white as snow, theirs was dark, bordering on black. His skin was like ivory, both Damian and Talia held a golden tan, Talia, more than Damian. Something was wrong, you discerned. Yet, when you let your eyes take in his face, you could see the resemblance to Talia. Same roman nose, same high cheekbones and same broad face.

“Albinism”, Dusan offered, his tone amused. Like he had given the same explanation hundreds of times, but never stopped finding others' reactions hilarious.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry”, you stuttered out, your intentions hadn’t been to offend the man.

He waved your concerns off with a limp hand movement, “Don’t worry about it. I’d probably be confused too if some ghost-looking man claimed to be the son of Ra’s Al Ghul.”

Now your confusion was made worse, son of Ra’s? Wouldn’t that make him the true heir of the League of Assassins, not Damian? You wanted to ask, but you were afraid of further insulting the man. You settled on consoling him for the death of his father. Damian had told you that Ra’s died in an attack a few years back, how long ago? You had no idea, but it couldn’t hurt to be polite after the stunt you had pulled earlier. “Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” It came out as little more than a whisper, and Dusan raised his eyebrows mockingly.

“Don’t apologise for that old idiot’s death. It was well deserved. I certainly felt next to no sorrow over his long-overdue end.”

“Still. Losing a parent must be hard.” You tried to justify.

Dusan shook his head and raised his shoulders, “Eh, he cast me aside for my appearance, I seldom thought of him as a father.”

That’s why he isn’t the one sitting on the League throne, you realised. Ra’s had rejected him for his condition.

“I see, then I’m sorry for you not losing him earlier”. Your eyes widened, that wasn’t how you had meant your words to come out. You had often ended up with quotes like that one when you were around Tim. Too comfortable to think how your overly-analytical thoughts might sound to others. You must’ve gotten too relaxed in Dusan’s company without realising it. You gulped audibly, ready to apologise when the white-haired man let out a burst of roaring laughter.

“Oh wow! I can see why my nephew likes you. Yes. That is exactly what you should console me for! My father passing too late!”

You chuckled quietly as well, your infamous awkward smile pulling on your lips. It felt refreshing to not have to walk on eggshells while conversing, you had almost forgotten what that felt like. Feeling emboldened, you asked a question which had plagued you for a while, “How old was he anyways? I always hear everyone call him immortal, but surely not, right?”

Dusan took a second to think, then grinned sheepishly, “Don’t judge me for not knowing the exact year, but I believe he was around five hundred years old when he passed.”

If your jaw could’ve dropped to the ground, it would. “Five hundred?!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, Talia is a hundred and fifty. Guess my age!” Dusan gave your shoulder a push, he was strong and almost drove you into one of the bookcases beside you.

You stared at him in bewilderment. Talia was a hundred and fifty! She didn’t look a day over thirty-five! You knew of the Lazarus pit’s powers, but still, to the uninitiated, it was astonishing how well it truly worked. Taking a good look at Dusan, you thought he couldn’t be more than twenty-seven, maybe twenty-eight. However, if Talia was a hundred and fifty, he would have to be a hundred and something as well. “A hundred and ten?” Your answer was less of an educated guess and more of a wild shot in the dark.

Dusan looked impressed, “Close, a hundred and five.”

You looked over at him again, debating if it would be appropriate to joke about his non-existent plastic surgeon. Suddenly, Dusan’s face turned even more mischievous, “You really think I look five years older? Wow! Unbelievable! What if I said that about you?!” He dramatically threw a hand to his forehead and held his shirt tightly, posing like a character from a Shakespeare play. He looked absolutely ridiculous, and you laughed loudly. It was hard not to, Dusan seemed like a natural-born entertainer. The first of his kind that you had seen in the League.

Dusan was gone when Damian picked you up again. The green-eyed man had been impressed with how much more energy you had for him that evening, even joking around like you had done back in Gotham. Damian came to the conclusion that perhaps your previous apathetic behaviour was simply a result of you being an introvert, and not getting alone time to recharge. Grayson had once explained the concept of introverts vs extroverts to the youngest Wayne, and if Damian was honest, he had thought it was all a bunch of pseudo-science, not to be taken seriously. Yet, here you were, living proof of the theory presented by his brother. It encouraged Damian to let you stay on your own in the library more often. Every time you returned to him, you’d be more energised than the last.

What Damian didn’t know was that you weren’t alone in the library. No, every time Damian let you alone in the library, his uncle would know and join you.

This routine of yours went on for months. A few days every week, you would ask to go to the library. Damian would relent as you initiated deep kisses with him, convincing him to let you stay for hours by appearing overjoyed in his presence. You had even once jumped into his arms, folding your legs around his waist, as he came to pick you up from your “alone time”, as he called it.

One late afternoon, Dusan and you had been joking around in the library. The way the bright sun entered the large windows, hitting the sandy walls, the large bookcases and Dusan’s green-tinted spectacles, it all felt familiar and freeing.

“You’re pretty spry for a hundred-something-year-old, you know?” You teased the man, as Dusan climbed up on one of the bookcases to fetch a book that had caught your eye. “Yeah? How would you know? What other hundred-year-olds do you have to compare me with?” He laughed as he threw the book at your feet, jumping down and sauntering over to your side. As you bent down to pick up the book, you mumbled your response, “Your sister. But she’s even more active than you.” Dusan heard you, despite your attempt to partially hide your answer and he smirked. “Oh yeah? How would you know? You’ve only ever seen me in the library, darling. You don’t know what I get up to on the outside.”

Shaking your head at his silliness, you turned to look directly into his glasses. “What do you get up to, then?”

Dusan raised his chin, and you knew he was about to come out with a teasing response, “Well, I quite like to train with the katana… and flirt with charming and intelligent individuals. Although, the latter I also do quite often in the library.”

You blushed a little, you knew he was just joking, but you couldn’t help but play along with a challenging smirk. “Oh really? How many people visit the library regularly?”

Dusan cocked his head to the side, pretending to count, “Two, unless you’re bringing your husband along secretly, which I’d find just a bit awkward.”

“Just a smidge”, you agreed with an awkward grin. Deciding to join in on the teasing, you crossed your arms, your eyebrows drawing upwards in mock disgust as you joked, “Don’t you think you’re a little too old for me?”

Dusan shrugged as he looked at you from the top of his glasses, his pinkish eyes on full display. You had seen them a few times before, but that didn’t change the fact that they appeared like the most beautiful spinels to ever exist. It was such a shame that he hid them behind the green-tinted lenses. “Don’t they say age is just a number?” You both laughed louder than ever before. Looking to the side, you both realised that you were right in front of the closed library doors. Dusan and you turned to each other, and giggled again, this time more quietly. As you kept your gaze on the white-haired man and he kept his on you, something started to bubble in your stomach. It had been there for a while. Those feelings. Dusan wasn’t really the type of guy you would’ve usually gone for back in Gotham, but here? In a palace where you were trapped by your obsessive husband, who had kidnapped you and maybe even killed your best friend. Dusan was the only good thing you felt like you had left. Dusan felt the same, or at least he very much appreciated your company. You knew it to be true because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have risked getting caught by Damian, just to meet you for a few hours. You would have usually felt bad about having such intense feelings for someone else when you were technically married to Damian. But the circumstances around your wedding made you feel as if the vows exchanged were nullified. You had fought Damian, and anyone else who aided him, all the way up to the altar. It had so clearly been against your will, yet none had stopped it.

You kept repeating this in your head as you carefully stepped closer to Dusan, reaching up for his glasses, and gently taking them off. Your movements were slowed as much as possible, giving the man ample opportunity to stop you. He didn’t. Instead, he tenderly touched your cheek. This was the closest you had ever been to him physically. You noted how he held the same scent of burned incense as Damian. Leaning towards you steadily, he halted right as his lips were hovering above yours, giving you time to step away. You stood your ground, and Dusan placed a heavy kiss on your lips, closing his eyes.

Just before you leant in to reciprocate the affection, the library doors swung open. Damian stood there. Fuming. He had been informed by the guards of the loud laughter and had immediately sensed something off. He had been correct.

You didn’t know how it happened. It felt as if Damian had suddenly teleported next to you. One second, you stood with Dusan close to you, the next he lay bleeding on the tiled floor.

Your scream echoed throughout the entire library. Guards surrounded you and the two Al Ghuls. You were about to run to Dusan, when he discreetly lifted his hand, stopping you. He knew it was over for him, but he could still save you from Damian’s wrath.

“Nice spouse you got there, nephew. I thought you probably didn’t mind me smooching them a bit. You know, a family shares everything, r-right?” His speech was interrupted by Dusan heaving quietly for breath. Damian had stabbed him straight through the abdomen, and not in any of the safer areas. Of course, he hadn’t, Damian was a professional in the field of killing, he knew exactly how to snuff someone’s life out slowly and painfully.

“How dare you?! You filth!” Damian roared, and you flinched.

“Ah! I see that the two of you have something in common! T-that’s what t-they said as well!” Dusan attempted to laugh, but it came out more as a wheezing. You were confused by Dusan’s words, you had been the one initiating the kiss. Then it hit you. Dusan was taking full responsibility for the kiss. He was making sure that Damian wouldn’t hurt you. You stared at his pink eyes, they were getting glossy and it frightened you.

Damian’s nostrils flared, his face heated and his teeth ground each other harshly. He was giving you the same impression as a bull seeing a Matador flailing a red cloth in front of it. “You will pay for touching my beloved”, Damian whispered. Somehow, his quiet tone was more horrifying than his yells.

“You stabbed me dear nephew, isn’t this payback e-enough?” Dusan uttered in his best attempt at a jovial manner, you knew he was doing this for you. You knew he didn’t want you to realise that he was scared, but his eyes betrayed him, and the worry behind his irises was clear as day.

You took a step towards the two men, and your eyes travelled to the slim hole through Dusan’s stomach. The red splatters of thick and warm blood were everywhere. It contrasted terribly well with Dusan’s milkwhite skin, a few drops had landed in his long snowy hair. A maroon pool of the thick liquid mixed with the dust of the floor was spreading out from underneath the only friend you had left. You noticed how Dusan’s deep green cepken was stained darker around the pierced flesh, yet it hadn’t turned colour. It was almost calming the way the vest covered the actual wound, it was hiding the actual damage from your sight. That was something Dusan was grateful for as well.

The man had known that this would happen sooner or later. His nephew kept constant tabs on you, besides, Dusan had never been known for being discreet. He didn’t mind dying like this. He had lived a long life, longer than he had ever wanted, and despite his horror at not knowing what came next, he didn’t mind dying after having kissed the only person who ever cared enough to get to know him. It seemed like a poetic ending for someone as old as him.

As Dusan’s body turned cold, Damian had turned your head into his shoulder, whispering gentle praises and apologies for not being there before tragedy struck.

His long and thin fingers raked through your scalp, gently scratching the skin in a comfortable rhythm. It would have been nice if the dead body of your only friend didn’t lay behind you.

After Dusan’s death, you lost hope. He had been your only ally in this strange and unwelcoming place. And as much as you hated to admit it, he had reminded you of a more extroverted version of Tim. The way you just clicked instantly, the way he didn’t mind your at times bizarre humour, instead indulging in it. It felt just like when Tim was there. You loathed yourself for his death, entirely your fault. But what was even worse was that it wasn’t just Dusan that you mourned. It was Tim’s possible death as well.

Somehow, having seen Dusan’s passage from this world to the next gave you a sense of melancholic closure for both him and Tim. It was as if, by seeing Damian’s reaction to Dusan kissing you, you could imagine his reaction to Tim’s friendship with you.

These were the thoughts you contemplated every night as you stared into Damian’s beautifully carved face, born to look perfect. How cruel was the world? To give a monster the magnificence of an angel.

A/N: There was technically a bit of Dusan Al Ghul x reader in this, but it's my horrendously OOC version of Dusan. Dusan is not an OC, I don't really like to use OCs in works based in other universes, other than the reader themselves, of course. Dusan is very much a real character within the Batman extended universe... I urge you guys to search him up, the real version is much cooler than my ESTP/ENTP-ified version. Anyways... I hope you enjoyed it! (And thank you to the anon who requested a part 2).

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TO YOU — Dušan Vlahović

summary: i actually don’t know how to summary this but its a dad!dusan so enjoy 😅 this requested by @gojosatourshousewife (i hope you like it!)

warning: english is not my first language

au: long time no see all my readers! i’m sorry for disappear for almost a whole year, i just so busy with my college and project.. but here i am, am back 💗

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y/nvlahovic When you just wanted to spend some quality time with your wife but you have two kids 😂

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dusanandvla After 3 years of marriage she finally change her ig last name 🥹

glueeet Are you going to visit France?

y/nvlahovicdusan ✓ Can’t believe he’s now dad of twins

blueandgreyy He’s so fine, what’s his name? Single? Taken? 🤓

y/nvlahovic ✓ He’s Dušan Vlahović, he still available 👌

vlahovicdusan ✓ I’M Y/N WIFE AND SHE’S MY HUSBANDDDDD 😂

y/nvlahovic ✓ Okok just kidding, Dusan is my husband and my kids father

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vlahovicdusan Доручкују у кревету, моје 2 прелепе бебе Александар и Александра 🤍 (They having breakfast on bed, my 2 beautiful baby Aleksandar and Aleksandra 🤍)

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y/nvlahovic At the market with the kids and Dusan, suddenly Aleksandar turn around and said “мама зашто нас ти људи прате где год да одемо, мрзим то и љути и тату” 😂 (mommy why are those people keep following us everywhere we go, i hate it and its make daddy angry too)

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helena_ellenne 🥺 Aww

vlahovicdusan ✓ He knows? 💗💎

y/nvlahovic @vlahovicdusan Yea they both know, but i just hope they still enjoy the trip even the paparazzi are always here to follow us around

vlahovicfans That’s so so sad to hear from a 5 years old kid

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vlahovicdusan Finally i can have some quality time with my lovely wife

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tammyabraham Wait yo leave your baby in the hotel room alone?

vlahovicdusan ✓ Nah they’re here with us, eating their fav cake

y/nismywholelife 💖

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dailymail We’re now caught professional football player of Juventus spending his summer break at Paris with his family and close friend.

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mallanieellu I actually saw them once when they just finish their dinner and walk out of the restaurant, oh dang he’s tall as fuck

jojotheventuss @mallanieellu Yea i have seen him and his little family before, they’re such a family goal 😩 i even talked to y/n before like she’s so so nice, she even help me ask Dusan for autograph..

y/nvlahovic ✓ Paparazzi 😀 I hate them so muchh. Please leave us alone!!! That’s all ask for! thanks.

hellaaaadojja ��💎💎💎

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y/nvlahovic “How do i look, daddy?” 😗

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kyliejenner ✓ You look adorable Aleksandra baby

y/nvlahovic ✓ @kyliejenner How’s Stormi, haven’t seen her for a while!! Missing her

kyliejenner ✓ She doing great, she mention you the other day that’s she miss y/n so much and wanted to play dollhouse with Aleksandra

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cmpulisic ✓ Aww she look exactly like you y/n

y/nvlahovic ✓ Ofcourse she is, cause she’s my baby girl haha

vlahovicdusan ✓ You look beautiful my love

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vlahovicdusan 4 years of dating, than 3 years of marriage with you, you are always my spiritual support during the most ups and downs in my life, more especially, you are the one who has accepted to accompany me through all matches and gave birth to the most two wonderful human in the world. I can't ask for more, just wish I could live with you for the rest of my life. Love you @y/nvlahovic

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y/nvlahovic ✓ All that’s so lovely, i love you too my husband

vlahovicdusanfans_ COUPLE GOAL!!

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y/nvlahovic Tbh thank you paparazzi for taking this photo of my husband Dusan on today trip, its cute!

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blairefisherr Hope i will meet someone like Dusan in the future

y/nvlahovic ✓ don’t worry, at sometime, someplace you’ll meet some one

blairefisherr OMG i can’t believe y/n reply my comment

vlahovicdusan ✓ “Silly daddy”

lallayashley Who’s in that stroller

dusanandy/n New edition of the Vlahovic fam

lallayashley Haven’t see any confirmation yet, how do you know??

dusanandy/n They’ll confirm soon so just wait and see

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vlahovicdusan Hello! I'm Dušan Vlahović, of Juventus. I'm posting this today in hopes that the paparazzi, my fans, our fans can see it, we know the fans really love us and I'm really grateful for that but for us, our children are always the top of my family. After returning from a trip to France, the twins told their mother that they didn't want the paparazzi to take pictures of them too much and found it annoying, they had a wish not to take pictures of them or you can photograph and cover their faces because they want some privacy. We understand very uncomfortable for them in public when their parents who are celebrities

Secondly, after receiving hundreds and thousands of messages from fans about whether y/n gave birth to a 3rd baby? we can confirm that yes, y/n gave birth to our third child last September and we will not be announce any more information about him/her for privacy, we also hope that when you meet me or my wife and our 3rd child in public, please cover your baby's face when taking pictures! thank you!!

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sseomtada · 13 days

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what you need [dusan vlahovic]

a stranger flirting with you leads to a very passionate argument.

warnings: 18+ | wc: 2139 | part: 1

an: originally posted 11/2022

You dropped a kiss on your boyfriend’s shoulder before heading off to the pool.

Dusan should’ve known better by now than to try to keep up with you on a night out. Two gin and tonics in, you noticed that his cheeks were pinched, and he was way more upbeat and giggly than normal.

He was annoyingly adorable as you eased his large, drunken frame into the bed. The only way he could sleep in that state was on his stomach with a pillow tucked under his arms. Dusan mumbled about how much he loved you among other random things as you rubbed his back until he passed out.

Having not partied during the season, his tolerance seemed even worse. He slept through breakfast and you blow drying your hair. You left him a note saying fresh juice and fruits were in the fridge, and that you would be on the beach if he woke up with you still gone.

It felt so good to have this vacation. Nothing beat having fuck all to do but lie in the sun and get a gorgeous tan. You flipped onto your front, hiking your bikini bottoms up your cheeks just a bit more to lessen the lines.

While you read your book, you got completely absorbed in it. So much that you barely registered a small ball had smacked your butt. A little girl came into view, immediately wiping any annoyance you began to feel at the intrusion.

“Sowwy ‘bout that.” She held the purple ball in her small hands.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You smiled, swatting off the sand the object had stuck to your backside.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” A guy quickly jogged over.

He picked her up in his arms, kissing between her pigtails. She looked just like him, presumably his daughter. They looked so cute standing together on the beach, like a happy family.

“It’s quite alright, she was just reminding me that it was time to flip over.” You laughed.

“Can’t have an uneven tan, now can we?” He made a small chastising face.

“Exactly.” You nodded.

The guy made some more idle chit chat, telling you about how this was his first time taking his daughter on vacation since he’d split with her mom. Most people would be put off by his rambling, but you were used to strangers opening themselves up to you. It was nice to hear their stories too, so you didn’t mind.

“So are you here on a girl’s trip or solo?” Talkative dad asked.

“I’m actually-“

“She’s here with me.” Dusan’s voice sounded from behind. “Her boyfriend.”

You craned your head to see him coming to stand over you, blocking your sun in the process. He didn’t spare you a glance. His gaze was focused on the man on the other side of you, unflinching.

“That’s great!” The guy chuckled. “Well, I hope you guys have fun and sorry again about all of that.”

You waved him off with the apology once more, and wished him well as he and his daughter left. Dusan lifted your legs and sat beneath them, placing them on his lap to run his hands over your calves.

“Good morning to you too, grumpy.” You raised a brow at him.

“Don’t start, you knew what he was doing.” He scoffed.

That poor book of yours was forgotten as you dropped it off to the top of your tote. You sat up on your elbows as you looked at him. His wet hair was slicked back, evidence of a shower, and to his credit he didn’t look the slightest bit hungover. Just upset.

There was no reason for him to be. Sure, maybe the guy from earlier was checking you out. That much you expected to happen at a beach. Who didn’t occasionally get their eyes caught by someone with decent body?

“You don’t start.” Your eyes rolled. “It was nothing, he was just being nice.”

Dusan laughed bitterly and shot to his feet, throwing your legs off in the process. Shock etched every inch of your features, uttering the silent question, are you serious right now? He shook his head as he stalked off back in the direction of your room.

You muttered angrily while you shoved your things back into your tote, barely tossing on your cover up and sandals as you followed in hot pursuit. His long strides didn’t slow even after you called out behind him, only just catching him in the elevator.

“What the fuck, Dusan?!” You hissed. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Excuse me if I don’t want to watch my girlfriend entertain being flirted with by some desperate dickhead.” He spoke rapidly.

“You’re such a fucking child.” You threw your hands up.

The way he was behaving was completely unfair and uncalled for. To come out there after sleeping half a day away on your vacation after you nursed him all night, and make a scene was far beyond okay. To take whatever issues he had out on you was even worse.

“I’m a child? Me?” His eyes widened. “That’s rich coming from the girl that was too naive to see that her little friend was just using his daughter to try to fuck her.”

Your upper lip curled. This time it was you storming off when the doors opened. You all but ran to your room, slamming the door shut behind you and tossing your bag onto the floor. He didn’t have to go that far, to insult your intelligence and be so crass.

“Is that what you want?” Dusan came in, yanking your body back to his.

You struggled against his hold, clenching your teeth when you felt his arm circle your waist to pin you there. No amount of wriggling and writhing would help you escape his firm grip now.

“Do you want to go to him,” His mouth latched to your neck, sucking. “So he could taste your skin like this?”

Your shoulders fell limp, head tilting on instinct to make more room for his lips to roam. It was aggravating that as livid as you were with him and as stupid as his questions were, all it took was this to disarm you.

“No.” You swallowed thickly.

The hand he had clamped around your wrist freed itself to travel down your body. You leaned into him, feeling him harden against your lower back. Dusan trailed his fingers along your bikini bottoms, not touching where you needed him most just yet.

They were feather light as he teased you, his eyes watching your reactions intently. You didn’t flinch, keeping yours open no matter how badly they threatened to flutter shut. He took that as a challenge, which it was, and pushed the fabric aside.

With barely any warning, he shoved two of his girthy digits into your core. You cried out, not caring one bit that it was the middle of the day and you were in a hotel.

“Do you want his fingers in your tight pussy?” Dusan breathed.

Fuck you, you know I don’t is what you would’ve said if you could’ve found the strength to speak. But he was fingering you so fast and so deep that your voice got caught in your throat.

You saw nothing. Your vision went black even without the cover of your eyelids. The sound of your juices being fucked out of you made him hum.

“So fucking wet, I guess you do.” He bit your shoulder.

“No!” You gasped. “I only want it to be yours, I always want it to be you.”

You whimpered post ramble, legs starting to tremble in warning. Dusan’s arm pinned your body even tighter to his as he felt you begin to falter. He pressed down on your clit with this thumb, and you were seeing stars.

“Please…” Your voice was hoarse.

“Please what?” His soft lips met yours.

“Don’t stop.” You exhaled as he pulled away.

Your feet were dangerously close to cramping from your toes curling. Dusan beckoned you to cum for him, curling his digits inside you, increasing the tempo. You felt the knot in your stomach coming undone, one bit at a time.

And then all at once. You were doubling over, soft walls squeezing his fingers in waves as you came. Curses and cries fell from your lips too quickly to keep up with as you clawed at the arm he had around your waist.

He pressed against your g-spot with his fingers at a rapid pace, palm digging into your clit to draw your orgasm out longer, and longer until your knees completely gave out. You finally were able to breathe when he pulled them out of you and swept you into his arms.

It would only be a brief reprieve. Dusan had you in as many ways as there were possible, or so you thought up until now. You’d never experienced him this worked up.

In fact, it had belatedly occurred to you while he was all but ripping your bikini and its cover from your body that he was jealous. The realization would’ve made you laugh had you not been scrambling to put the pieces of your mind back together.

That was going to be impossible with the way his mouth ravaged every inch of skin they could find. Dusan nipped and sucked at your collarbones, your shoulders, your breasts. He was everywhere, hands kneading your thighs greedily as he slotted between them.

“Do you want me to stretch you out?” He ran his cock through your wet folds. “Make you cum all over me?”

You whined as his tip slid over your sensitive clit, “Yes…”

Dusan continued to tease you, making your hips buck and writhe in desperation. You tried you reach down to tucked him inside you, but he pinned your hands above your head in one of his. His lips ghosted over yours, pulling just out of reach every time you tried to kiss him.

And then you were gasping, him moaning, as he filled you with one thrust. You could feel every inch of him, every vein as he rolled his hips into yours powerfully. He freed your hands only to push your knees to your chest, opening yourself up to him even more, taking him entirely.

You clasped your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him in to taste his lips. It was a disordered affair of you sucking his tongue, teeth clashing, biting. Dusan grunted the filthiest things into your mouth, he couldn’t make you scream like this, make your pussy soak the sheets like this, look at you, my good fucking girl, taking it all.

All you could do was shake your head and nod where appropriate. He was deeper than deep, fucking you harder and harder until his skin grew damp with sweat. You arched into him, eyes losing focus as you floated higher and higher.

Dusan let go of your knees, and just when you thought he was going to ease up, you were swiftly corrected. He placed a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly along the sides, the other falling to rub on your clit.

“Cum with me.” He moaned.

That was the final blow. You crashed down into your body, his name becoming a chorus on your lips as your pussy clenched around his cock. He called out for you in return, thrusting his release into you with the last of his strokes.

“Holy fucking shit.” You panted, blinking away tears.

Dusan pulled out and collapsed beside you. His chest heaved with his breathing, a smile appearing for the first time today. He pulled you into him, tucking your unruly hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek gently.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” A worry line appeared between his brows.

“I’m fine.” You eased it with a swipe of your thumb.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole.” He grinned sheepishly.

You knew he didn’t mean any of the things he’d said. You didn’t either, and apologized for blowing up instead of trying to defuse the situation. He kissed you so sweetly, in the way that made you fall in love with him.

“Can we just skip the argument and go straight to the mind blowing sex the next time you get jealous?” You laughed.

“Deal.” He looped his pinky around yours.

#dusan vlahovic #dusan vlahovic x reader #dusan vlahovic x you

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can i request a dusan fic where he got so much attention from other women at a party, and the reader being insecuree, maybe a smut pleasee

tw : reader is self conscious and insecure, mention of smut

dusan vlahovic x reader

Am I enough?

You were currently sitting on a black leather couch, in a little corner of the huge ballroom you found yourself in, completely forgotten by your boyfriend and your friends. You never really liked parties but your boyfriend Dusan begged you to come with him to celebrate his team latest win and, of course, when you saw him so happy you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t expect was to see him talking with different women instead of spending time with you. He had models and influencers all over him and you couldn’t help just start feeling insecure. Not only you were mad at him for completely ignoring you the whole night but you started feeling jealous of those girls, who clearly caught his attention and you started to wonder how or why he was dating you when he could have had millions of models all over his feet.

You got tired to see him with those girls that you left the room and went straight into the bathroom. You didn’t want to cry in a room full of strangers so what better place than a dirty bathroom in some club?

You didn’t know what time it was but you heard Dusan calling your name in a distance.

“Y/n? Babe? You’re in there?” he asked, knocking on the wooden door.

“Yes, uh, one second” you said, your voice shaking a bit. You wiped your tears away and fixed your make up before meeting Dusan outside of the bathroom.

“Hey…I was looking for you, is everything okay?” he asked, his face full of concern when he saw your make up half smudged under your eyes.

“Yes…I just needed some time alone” you said, ignoring his look.

“You sure?” he asked again.

“Yes, I told you I’m fine” you lied “I’m just tired…” you lied again.

“Okay…then let’s go home” he smiled.

“You can stay and have fun…I saw how you were having fun…I can call a taxi, I don’t mind” you scoffed. You were sad. You were hurt. You were mad.

“Babe…can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked again.

“Nothing…”

“Don’t say nothing. Something is bothering you and I want to help you…” he said truthfully.

“Why me?” you asked him and he looked confused “why me? Why did you chose me? You can have all the prettiest girls in the world and you chose me? I saw how they were all on you Dusan…I saw how they wanted you…and I also saw how you didn’t do nothing to excuse yourself from that situation…almost like you loved receiving all of the attention and I can’t help but wonder why did you chose me?” you asked, completely breaking down.

“What…what are you talking about?” he asked, a little confused “you know why I chose you, you know how much I love you…” he said, his hands lifting your chin up and his fingers wiping your tears away.

“Then why did you let them? They were all over you…I know I look nothing like them…” you said.

“You’re more than perfect baby…I just didn’t want to be rude…you’re perfect baby, I love you so much you have no idea” he said, kissing your wet cheeks “I’m so sorry If I made you doubt yourself…I never meant to hurt you baby” he said.

“It’s just…all of my negative thoughts…”you tried to explain but he stopped you.

“Let me wash away all of those those you have in your mind okay baby?” he said, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you close to him.

“Dusan…” you called his name.

“Let me take you home okay? Let me take care of you” he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Okay…” you whispered and he smiled.

Once you got home, his kisses turned into a full make out session and before you knew it you were laying completely naked under his muscular body.

You remembered all of those models and you started to feeling insecure about your body, thinking bad things and feeling self conscious once again.

“Hey pretty girl” he called you when he sensed your insecurity “let me make you feel good okay?” he whispered, leaving some kisses on your neck “I want you to know how special you are to me” he said looking straight into your eyes.

“Okay” you nodded.

“I love you” he said and you smiled.

“I love you too” you said back, letting fall yourself into the pleasure he was going to give you, knowing it would have been a very long night.

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Hi lovely,

I’m actually kind of new to Tumblr so I don’t know how this works but you were actually one of the first bloggers that popped up on my feed with your post about Kenan Yildiz 😭and I really enjoyed reading it so much. And then I clicked on your feed and noticed that you take request I don’t know if you do that anymore but I wanted to give it a try. I was thinking that maybe the reader and Kenan are dating but keeping it private since she’s the sister of one of his best friends on the team (maybe Vlahović) So when Juventus celebrated their win ,against another club, they went to a restaurant to celebrate and the waiter was constantly hitting on the reader which made Kenan very jealous so he made sure the waiter knows who you belong with(maybe giving the reader a hickey) and he made sure that the waiter saw how Kenan followed you to the bathroom.

I don’t know if that makes sense to you but anyways just wanted to get that of my chest 💕🎀

Love this! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥🔥

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Claim Me Part 1/3

Enjoy!

"I have to go."

"What, no. Five more minutes."

"Kenan." You chuckled. The hardest part was always to get him off of you. After Juventus successful Copa Italia win against Atalanta, it was practically impossible. Kenan had you escaping yesterdays celebrations by sneaking back to his hotel room. There you did unspeakable things to each other. Fun. But unspeakable things.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He mumbled and planted soft kisses against your neck.

"Thank you." You giggled and did not reject the way he wanted to keep you in bed with him. However, there was just one small problem...

"I have to get back to my room before my family notices that I'm gone."

"Relax, I saw your sister dancing on top of a table before we left the club last night. I'm sure she'll still be passed out drunk by the time you get back."

"Yes, my sister perhaps, but my brother won't be."

Kenan raised his head from the crook of your neck. The mentioning of Dusan always set him off, especially if you mentioned him in a moment of intimacy, which has happened more than once before.

"He'll be the first one to look for me." You nodded.

Kenan sighed and rolled onto his back, letting you go.

"Thank you." You bent down to kiss his lips before rushing to the bathroom. However, you did not remain in there for long.

"Fuck!"

You were quick to stumbled back into the room, a hand covering your throat and a struck of panic in your eyes.

"What?" Kenan asked, seeing the expression on your face.

"I hate you."

"What did I do?"

"Kenan, you didn't."

"I didn't do what?" He said, rightfully confused.

You released the hand covering your throat, revealing a hickey the size of a coin.

"Fuck."

"Yes, fuck you." You sprung towards the bed, ambushing your boyfriend with harmless punches to the sheets.

"Baby." He chuckled. "I'm really sorry, okay."

"Sorry? Sorry won't cut it Kenan, Dusan will kill me if he sees it."

Kenan caught your hands, preventing you from throwing any more punches. "You mean me." He said. "I'm pretty sure I'll be the first one your brother would want to kill."

"Think again. He doesn't even know that we're seeing each other Kenan, I'm the one he's gonna kill."

"Well, maybe it's time we tell him that we're together then?"

You paused, eyes searching your boyfriend's face. He had soft features. Trying to cover them up with a cut to his eyebrow only made him look more like a puppy dog. "You're out of your mind." You said and climbed off of him.

"Right. I'm out of my mind for wanting to be able to hold my girlfriends hand in public, or better yet, kiss her in public."

"Yes, Kenan. You're out of your mind for that. I've told you that my brother won't allow it."

"Well, maybe it's time you stick up to your brother then? Or perhaps our relationship is not worth the hassle?"

It's not that easy, you thought.

Despite what Kenan thought, it was not that easy. You had always been the baby of the family, the youngest three. Your oldest brother Dusan always watched over you like a hawk. But as you grew older, you began to feel suffocated by his constant protection. You longed for the freedom to make your own decisions and live your own life. But that wasn't the case right now.

"I'm back!" You announced, after receiving about a dusin text message from Dusan on your way up the hotel elevator. You had just shut the door behind you when his head popped out from the bathroom.

"Where have you been?" He asked. Getting up before seven AM after a night of celebrations was mental. But that's just who your brother was, a control freak in all things.

"I was just out for a run." You said.

"Wearing heels?"

He shot a glance at the pair that you were holding in your hands.

"Yes, Dusan. In my heels. It's a trend, look it up."

He shook his head but did not question you further. "Remember, be ready for lunch with the team this afternoon."

"Right." You crossed the joint living area on your way to your bedroom.

"I mean it, Y/N. Remind Nina to be ready on time as well."

"Yeah, yeah. I will."

You shut the door behind you and were quick to peel down the laces to your dress, stepping out of it. You left it on the floor, amongst the other scattered clothes in the dungeon that you and your sister had been sharing for the weekend. She lay fast asleep as you joined her under the covers. Sometimes, you wondered how the two of you turned out so chill while Dusan got the off gene. I guess you'd never find out.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst #kenan yildiz #dusan vlahovic #kenan yildiz x reader #juventus fc

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damiansgoodgirll · 11 months

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football masterlist

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dilfwaynes · 2 years

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Y/N: dusan and damian didn’t finish their plates of chicken mandi

talia: okay, just throw them out then.

Y/N:

[later]

Y/N, helping damian and dusan pack their suitcases: look, I’m just as surprised as you are.

#talia al ghul #damian wayne #dc incorrect quotes #talia al ghul incorrect quotes #talia al ghul x reader #dusan al ghul

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footballffbarbiex · 3 months

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Kink Bingo

I'm super excited to be writing these and get stuck into a naughtier side of smut - a side that you've asked for more of! My kink bingo card is as below. If you want one of your own, let me know.

face sitting - Lewis Hamilton

breeding kink - Lewis Hamilton

sub!player - Charles Leclerc

cnc - Antoine Griezmann / Ruben Loftus-Cheek

praise kink - Darwin Nunez

squirting - Lewis Hamilton

anal - Rodrigo De Paul x reader x Teammate

plus size - Virgil van Dijk / Kevin De Bruyne

sex worker (web cam / escort / OF / glamour model etc) - Charles Leclerc

mirrors - Joe Gomez

toys - Rodrigo De Paul

restraints - Kostas Tsimikas

pegging - Antoine Griezmann

knife play - Antoine Griezmann

f/m/f - Joe Gomez

mutual masturbation - Ruben Dias

glory hole - Oscar mingueza

voyeurism - Dominik Szoboszlai

asphyxiation - Dominik Szoboszlai

cheating - Rodrigo De Paul

role play - Rodrigo De Paul

cream pies - Dominik Szoboszlai

Size Kink - Dusan Vlahovic

switch - Leon Goretzka

dress up - Antoine Griezmann

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 2 years

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In relation to my last fanfic

#dusan al ghul #dusan al ghul x reader

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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Call Me Mrs. Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 8.7k

Warnings: not many, very brief mentions of death and some minor violence- this story is mostly just sassy arguing tbh

Genre: fluff

Summary: You have never gotten along with one Steve Rogers, at this point the rest of the team considers it a win if you two don't speak to each other for an entire day, at least then you aren't fighting. So when a briefing meeting results in you getting paired on an extended mission with him you are less than thrilled. It won't be easy but you're determined to get through it and who knows what'll happen.

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You check your watch as you walk down the halls of the Avengers tower heading towards the meeting room. When you push open the door everyone turns to look at you.

"Y/n. So nice of you to join us." Steve snarks at you from the front of the room.

"Oh I'm sorry were you waiting for me? I would've taken longer if I knew." You say lazily as you plop into a seat next to Wanda who has to hide her snicker at your words. Steve rolls his eyes at you but doesn't bother trying to retort. Your relationship with him always been somewhat contentious. You assume it's because he's a square.

"Now that everyone's here we can get started." Steve says passing out the briefing folders. You flip yours open and scan the words quickly as he begins talking.

"Alright, here's the situation; this is our target, Dusan Müller. Hydra scientist. Our sources say he's been hiding in a small town somewhere outside of central Italy." Steve explains.

"That's very nonspecific." You scoff.

"We've narrowed it down to one of five we simply need to check them out and find him and assuming he has help we need to do it without raising suspicion."

"So, espionage? Someone's going undercover?" Nat asks.

"That's the plan." He nods.

"Who's going and what's their cover?" Bucky asks.

"Based on some research we've done the most solid undercover would probably be a newlywed couple." Tony says.

"Wait what?" Wanda frowns.

"A few of the towns are travel hotspots for 'unconventional honeymoons'. A new couple touring Europe is least likely to raise questions. At the very least it'll take a while before anyone realizes the truth." He explains.

"Sooooo who are our newlyweds?" Nat prompts again.

"That's what we're going to figure out now." Steve says.

"You haven't decided yet?" You frown.

"There are a lot of factors. A discussion makes the most sense so we can account for as many as possible." He forces out through clenched teeth.

"Well y/n and I have tons of espionage experience." Nat says.

"We could always go together." You wink at her.

"And Steve's one of the strongest fighters." Wanda says.

"He's a lanky scientist will we need brute strength really?" You ask.

"Again we don't know who is helping so if he's not isolateable we might." Tony says.

"Well if we're listing them off Bucky's a pretty strong choice for top fighters too." You point out.

"Anyone helping a Hydra scientist would for sure notice me though, plus with the metal arm I might- draw more attention, because jackets in the middle of summer on a honeymood would be weird." Bucky explains shaking his head.

"I'd go but the whole billionaire playboy thing I wouldn't wanna risk being recognized." Tony shrugs.

"Where are Bruce and Clint? Are they not available for this mission?" Wanda asks suddenly.

"They are not. Other tasks are occupying their time." Tony tells her. "If you ask me I suggest Rogers and y/n go." He adds.

"Fuck off Stark." You roll your eyes.

"Actually based on my calculations the most favorable pairing for this mission is Captain Steve Rogers and Miss Y/n Y/l/n." Vision says. It's the first thing he's said the whole meeting, you'd almost forgotten he was in the room.

"What?" You scoff.

"No." Steve says at the same time.

"Vis, you might want to recalculate that one because the only thing we are most favorable for is driving each other crazy." You cross your arms.

"Miss Romanova is the only other member of the team as skilled in this area as you y/n, however, the chances of her being recognized are higher as you fight with a mask and she does not. Similarly, as Mr. Barnes has explained, his reputation as the Winter Soldier proceeds him, and it is an unnecessary risk to send him. Mr. Stark also has quite the reputation and I am a synthezoid that would also draw attention, leaving Captain Rogers the least conspicuous partner for you."

"And Wanda or Sam?" You ask.

"It is my understanding that Sam will be indisposed during part of the proposed timeframe and Wanda lacks proficiency in the skillset needed to successfully pull this off. It would be nothing short of foolish to test her undercover capabilities with such a high-stakes mission." Vision says.

"Fine." You relent. "I'll go undercover with Rogers if you insist it is the most advantageous option." You grumble.

"I can't believe this is happening." Steve shakes his head.

"When do we leave?" You ask.

"Tomorrow at noon."

"Feels a little short noticed for an extended mission don't you think?" You frown.

"I'm sorry will that be an inconvenience to your schedule?" The question is dripping with sarcasm.

"It's got fuck all to do with my schedule and everything to do with the protocol that this doesn't follow."

"What do you know about protocol?" Steve scoffs. You stand up sharply.

"First of all I've been going on missions for longer than you've been active in the 21st century secondly I've been on this team long enough to know there are protocols we follow for these things."

"Extenuating circumstances required us to work around protocol because we can't waste time."

"And that's all you had to say but instead you wanted to be petty and make me seem like a spoiled brat because I asked a valid question! Maybe nobody else will bother because it's not their mission but since I have to leave I sure as hell will question things as necessary."

"Or don't. You have your directives. You could try just following them."

"You would do well to remember, Captain, I am not one of your little soldiers. Around here we don't just blindly follow orders. I've watched that shit get people killed too many times."

"Alright let's all just calm-"

"I will see you on the launch pad tomorrow at noon. If you need me before then, don't." You cut off whatever Sam was going to say. You grab your briefing folder and storm out of the room angrily. It's not long after that Wanda and Natasha come into your room where you're shoving clothes into your duffle bag angrily.

"So, how do you plan to play husband and wife with someone that makes you want to commit a crime every time he speaks?"

"I'm gonna act. As if my life depends on it. Because it kinda does." You sigh. "Look I'm going to do my job and I will do it well, personal feelings aside. What do you even pack for a fake honeymoon in Europe?"

"Lingerie."

"Natasha!" You glare at her.

"Not for use, but if somebody ends up in your bags you want it to look like you're on honeymoon with a man you love, so a couple pairs of cute underwear couldn't hurt." She explains with a shrug.

"Honestly I think you should try to make a connection with him on some level. Find common ground to make this mission easier on you both. It would be good for the team in the future as well." Wanda says.

"No thank you." You shake your head.

"Wanda you're a genius I'm texting Sam." Natasha says.

"No. Why would you do that?" You frown.

"He's friends with Steve, maybe he'll have some insight on how to keep you from killing each other before you return." Natasha says.

"Dude I'm just trying to pack!" You huff.

"And we're trying to make sure any injuries sustained on this mission are not a result of infighting." She shrugs.

"I would never jeopardize a mission that way and you know that Nat." You point at her. Your door swings open again and Sam comes strolling in with Bucky in tow.

"Alright what're the girls gettin up to?" He asks.

"That took you a concerningly short amount of time to get here." You mutter.

"I brought Bucky too." Sam says.

"Why?"

"Well I figured this was gonna have to do with Steve and since he's the certified record-holding pal of our captain- couldn't hurt to have his input." Sam shrugs.

"I am just trying to pack and these two are in here chatting away. So join the party I guess." You mutter tossing more things on your bed.

"How long do you think you two will be gone?" Wanda asks.

"Hopefully no more than a week, but I'll pack enough for a couple days longer than that. Plus I know how to wash my clothes." You shrug.

"Anyway! Guys, we think y/n could benefit from finding some common ground with Steve and who better to ask than his boys!" Natasha explains to them.

"'We' being her and Wanda I have no interest in any of this actually." You clarify.

"Steve is- not a complex man." Bucky shrugs.

"No not complex just exasperating." You roll your eyes.

"Is there- a particular reason why you hate him so much?" Sam asks with a smirk.

"I don't hate him-"

"EURIKA!" He gasps and you shoot a confused look at him.

"You don't hate him?" Bucky hums.

"If I hated him nothing Vision said in that meeting room would convince me to do this mission. I don't even know if I'd be on the team with him if I felt that strongly about him." You explain. "Rogers is just such a stiff. He sees the world in a specific way and expects most things to adhere to that worldview. When they don't he gets naggy. It's aggravating."

"So, just to clarify; you do not hate him." Sam says.

"No. I don't. He's just boring and we don't get along because I don't like boring people and the way he talks to me is fucking rude. As if it's my fault that he's insipid." You scoff.

"Honestly that- feels like a start." Bucky nods.

"A start for what, exactly? I'm not the problem. We can't find common ground if he's not willing to lighten up."

"I mean if you're together for an entire week he can't be stuffy the entire time, right?" Sam shrugs.

"I don't care if he's stuffy the whole time. It's not a vacation. We don't need to have fun being a fake couple." You say.

"Honestly I think this mission will be good for your relationship with Steve. We're all on a team it's not good for you to fight with him all the time." Wanda says.

"This is feeling oddly intervention-like. Save it y'all, I just want to do my job and bring in this hydra creep." You say.

"It's not meant to be interventional, we just want to make this easier for you." She sighs.

"I don't really need it to be easier but I appreciate the attempt. Sammy, Bucky go about your business please and thank you." You sigh folding the last of your clothes and shoving them in your large travel duffle.

"Good luck this week lady." Bucky nudges you before tugging Sam out of your room.

"Are you kicking us out too?" Natasha smirks.

"At this point I should, but you don't listen anyway." You roll your eyes. You toss your travel toiletries bag into the duffle and couple of other travel essentials, a book, your mission suit, and some extra combat equipment, things of that nature and by the time you're done packing you, Wanda, and Nat have made plans for dinner later in the evening.

~*~*~

When you wake up the next morning you put on a sundress, chosen by Wanda who insisted if you were going to convince anyone you're on a honeymoon you need to look like you would on a date. After a nice breakfast, you grab your duffle from your room and stroll out to the helipad where Steve is already waiting with his arms crossed.

"You're late." Steve grunts as you approach.

"No I'm not. You said we leave at noon. It's noon now."

"We leave at noon means get here before."

"I told you I'd meet you here at noon. You can complain about the semantics of my arrival all you want but you're wasting the time you're so upset about me not adhering to." You say walking past him to get into the quinjet taking you into Europe. Steve stomps onto the jet behind you joining you at the front of the jet. You try not to laugh at the deep frown on his face as he prepares you for takeoff.

"We'll land in Italy where a truck is loaded up for us to take the rest of the way to our first town, and we'll be using the truck to get from town to town." Steve tells you.

"Yeah sure." You mutter grabbing your briefing file to read over again. You always read the information more than once to find anything valuable.

"Did you not- read the whole file yet?" He glances in your direction.

"Of course I did. I'm rereading. We've got like six hours to kill on this jet." You roll your eyes. You feel his gaze on you as you read but you ignore it and eventually he turns his attention back to the controls of the jet. It's in autopilot now but you're sure he'll spend the entire flight glaring at the instruments to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Once you land, you shove the folder into the bottom of your duffle and sling the bag over your shoulder beating Steve to the three agents meeting you at the landing site.

"Hello miss y/l/n." One of them nods to you.

"Hi y'all." You smile at her.

"This will be your transportation for the duration of your trip. There are supplies and gear tucked under the backseat and a radio to contact us if necessary in the center console and your passports are in the glove box." The same agent details to you, pointing to a silver fiat pickup truck. When Steve joins you one of the other agents tosses him the keys.

"We're good to go?" Steve asks the first agent.

"All set, like I was telling miss y/l/n there's emergency supplies and a radio stashed in the vehicle and your destinations are programmed into the GPS system." She nods.

"Is that such a good idea?" You ask with a frown.

"The truck is Stark tech it only says fiat to blend in because they're common in Italy but, nobody's gonna be able to track you with it, or even plot your route. It's biometrically activated." She explains.

"That's better." You nod. You throw your bag into the back of the truck and climb into the passenger seat. You grab your passport out of the glovebox the name on it says Alissa Rogers and Steve's says Grant.

"We'll be in touch." Steve nods one last time before loading his stuff in and settling into the driver's side. He pulls off quickly and you watch as the scenery changes the further you drive towards the small town you'll be staying in.

"Hope you brushed up on your Italian. You're less likely to find English speakers in the countryside like this." You say opening a snack you'd brought along in case you got hungry before you could get food.

"Tony assured me the place he booked was tourist friendly." Steve mumbles.

"I mean sure but what if you have to talk to the locals? Or will that be up to me?"

"As if you speak Italian." He scoffs.

"I speak several languages actually. Side effect of being trained to be an international spy." You shrug and Steve doesn't have a rebuttal for that so he focuses on driving and you munch away on your snacks. A short while later you make it to the small inn you'll be staying at. It's cozy looking, exactly what you'd expect for the town you drove into. It looks like the kind of place where most of the people know each other. With your bag tossed across your back, you follow Steve into the inn where he grabs the attention of the woman at the desk.

"Excuse me, hi we're looking to check in. We have a reservation. Should be under Rogers, first name Grant." Steve says smoothly with a charming smile.

"Oh yes you booked a honeymoon package!" The woman gushes happily as she types away at her keyboard. You have to refrain from reacting when she says that. Looks like it's showtime.

"Yeah we just got married, we're traveling through Europe for our honeymoon." You tell her with a fake dreamy look on your face. You even wrap your hands around Steve's arm affectionately.

"Oooo traveling through Europe! Sounds so exciting and romantic." The woman beams.

"It has been so far! We're still very early into our plans but, so far it's been everything I've dreamed of and more." You sigh softly. The woman lets out a barely there squeal about how cute you are and how lovely newlyweds tend to be before sliding your room keys onto the desk.

"Here are your keys cara mia! Try to rest if he allows." She winks at you and you laugh although the innuendo in her statement makes Steve stiffen beside you.

"Grazie! Oh! Do you have any food suggestions, we've been driving for a while to get here." You ask her.

"Ah most people cook around here but there's Nino's! It's the best place nearby. I'll give you the address." She quickly scribbles the address onto some spare paper she has at the desk and hands it to you.

"Thanks so much, ma'am. Have a good night." Steve finally finds his voice to bid the kind nonna farewell before leading you off with a hand at your back.

"Oh what a sweet old lady." You smile as you walk up the stairs to find your room.

"You settled into the lovestruck newlywed thing very quick." Steve observes.

"Well yeah, this isn't my first rodeo and honestly hopelessly in love is not even close to the hardest part I've had to play on a mission." You scoff.

"Clearly, you're very good at this."

"Yeah that's probably why Vision thought I'd be best for the job." You shrug unlocking your room and tossing your bag to the side.

"There's- only one bed." Steve points out with wide eyes.

"Of course there is. We're supposed to be a newlywed couple on our honeymoon, why would we have a room with two beds?"

"Well I can call down for extra blankets and set up on the floor or-"

"Don't be ridiculous. If you want to sleep in the bed it's king sized, I'm sure we can manage to share." You scoff.

"I just figured it'd be easier if we-"

"It's not a big deal to me Rogers, the main thing is if someone like came to the door and saw pillows and blankets set up on the floor it would hurt the hopelessly devoted story we're trying to sell."

"Hopelessly devoted?" He frowns.

"It's a song from Grease, an old 70s movie. Don't worry about it. Point is, it'll be odd if anyone sees you set up on the floor. Unless you prefer sleeping on straight wood." You shrug.

"I don't." He frowns.

"So don't make it a thing. Which by the way, you kept Rogers for this mission?"

"Yeah, Tony figured it was common enough that it wouldn't matter. Grant's my middle name."

"Hm, interesting. Well, I'm Alissa, apparently. Should we check out that restaurant the nonna suggested?"

"You feel like going to dinner?"

"I mean she said most folks around here cook so tomorrow I'll hit some of the street stands and you can try asking around subtly for any information on our target."

"Shouldn't you do the asking around? I mean what happens when I end up talking to someone that doesn't speak English?"

"You can introduce them to your gorgeous Italian speaking wife, or hope they have nothing important to say." You shrug. "I think you can handle it. You coming with me to get something to eat or not dude?"

"Uh yeah I guess."

The two of you have a semi awkward dinner playing the happy in love couple for anyone that walks pass while not really talking to each other. When you return to your room you take turns showering and getting ready for bed without saying a word to each other.

"Do you care what side you sleep on?" Steve eventually asks.

"Not particularly."

"Then I will take the side by the door. If that's okay?" Steve suggests.

"If that's what you want. Sure." You shrug tossing the comforter back and getting under it on your designated side. Why he's acting so awkward about the whole thing makes no sense to you but honestly most of his actions make no sense to you. Curled up on one side of the bed you quickly fall asleep, all the travel has certainly tired you out.

Light peaking through the curtain slowly pulls you from sleep in the morning. As you gain consciousness you get more aware of a weight across your body. A weight that doesn't move even as you shift in bed. It's an arm, attached to a body, that's apparently close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from it and the realization makes you scramble out of bed so suddenly you wake Steve too.

"You don't strike me as a cuddly sleeper Rogers." You clip. You can see in his eyes that he's struggling for a response but you grab your duffle and rush into the bathroom before he can find one. You get yourself together and leave pretty quickly with a comment to Steve about making sure he does what you agreed on when he gets on with his day.

With a tote in hand, you scan the different stands in town stopping to buy various produce and things. By the time you'd settled in yesterday and doubled back out for dinner most of the town had gone quiet, it's nice to see everyone out now and survey things. When you're looking at some bracelets at one shop, you overhear a conversation between the woman behind the counter and someone sitting off to the side near her. They're speaking in Italian but you clearly catch one of them gushing about the increase in handsome foreigners in their small town. You giggle a bit, loud enough for them to notice.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interject." You smile apologetically, speaking to them in Italian. "I just caught the last bit of your conversation and well, I take it you've met my husband is all."

"The American is your husband?" One of them gasps.

"Yes he is. Was he here?" You ask her.

"Briefly, he said he was looking for 'trinkets' for friends." The one behind the counter says to you. She says trinkets in English with a confused scrunch of her nose.

"Sounds like him. Do you see a lot of Americans here?" You ask.

"No not Americans often. There was a really handsome German here a couple of days ago." She shakes her head.

"German? Really?" You blink.

"Oh yeah, I remember him. He was tall and thin with a beard and big round glasses and his eyes were bright, almost yellow." The seated woman says.

"Yeah! He didn't talk much but he was much friendlier by the time he left and he spoke with a heavy accent." The lady behind the register adds.

"Was he here long?"

"Probably around 3 weeks." The woman at the register says.

"Did he say where he was going?"

"Well he asked me where the next town to us was, even had me point it out on a map." She tells you.

"Interesting. Must be nice to see new faces sometimes. I'll take these two bracelets." You say placing two items on the counter. With all that chatting you definitely need to buy something before leaving, plus they're so cute you're sure Wanda will love them. The woman checks you out and after a bit more looking around, you head back to your hotel. There's a kitchen on the main floor that you can use to prepare food since that's the norm, plus with this information you'll probably be on your way in the morning. When you return to your room, Steve isn't there, which is fine, you take advantage of the empty suite to take a long hot shower. Eventually you step out and put on lotion before stepping out into the room to grab your clothes.

"You take incredibly long showers." Steve's voice makes you jump as you notice him at the desk in the corner.

"Holy fucking hell." You hiss clutching your chest.

"Forgot you shared this room?"

"No, you weren't here when I got back, hence the long shower, and I didn't realize you were back." You huff, using your towel as a cover you pull on your underwear and shorts. Steve's head is focused on whatever he's reading over at the desk so you let the towel drop to put on your sleep shirt with your back to him.

"You should really pay better attention to your surroundings." Steve mutters.

"Fuck off." You scoff.

"I'm just saying you should totally have noticed I was in here before I spoke."

"Who cares man? Did you find anything interesting out today?"

"Not much, I talked to some guys about visitors but none of them had a lot to say, just that sometimes they come."

"Well I heard a German man was here for around three weeks before asking for directions to the next town over."

"Really? Where did you hear that?"

"Some women in a jewelry store."

"And you think this is legit?"

"I mean it's just street gossip so I don't have a way to verify really but it's definitely a promising lead."

"You're sure it's the right man? I mean 'a German' doesn't exactly scream Müller was here."

"Well I couldn't slap a photo in front of them and ask for clarification but they described him as tall and thin with a beard and big round glasses and bright 'almost yellow' eyes. I dunno I'd say that's a pretty close match if you ask me."

"You found information pretty quickly."

"There are very few things that transcend language, borders, gender et cetera, one of them is that people like to gossip. You find the right people and ask the right questions they will tell you any and everything."

"Then we need to move."

"In the morning."

"Why would we not move now? We have a lead we shouldn't let it go cold."

"If the women from the shop were telling the truth chances are he'll be there a couple weeks before we have to worry about him moving. I think we can afford to start fresh in the morning. Plus we don't have a plan. If we move now it's impulsive and foolish."

"We have a plan, find this guy and apprehend him."

"That's not a plan that's an objective. How do we find him Rogers? And how do we move when we do find him? Are you implying we just tackle him in the middle of town if that's where we see him? I mean even a half-baked skeleton of an idea is better than absolutely nothing." You roll your eyes.

"Do you have a plan you'd like to propose?" He glares at you.

"No, that's why I'm saying we wait til morning. So we have time to come up with one. He's probably going to be there for a couple weeks, we have 8 hours to spare."

"You don't know that."

"Obviously I don't, but he doesn't know we're looking for him he has no reason to rush out of there. If he was here for 3 weeks why would he leave there in 2 days?"

"Fine! We will leave tomorrow morning. Bright and early. 8am."

"Yes sir, drill sergeant." You say with a mock salute. "I'm going to make food downstairs, would you like some?"

"Trying to poison me?"

"If I were, you wouldn't know until it was too late." You smile.

"In that case, I'll pass."

"Suit yourself. If you wanna make yourself something, there are more groceries." You shrug grabbing a few things you need before leaving the room. You make yourself dinner and sit in the lobby to eat, chatting with the woman at the desk, it's the same nonna who checked you in so you offer her some food while you talk. Eventually, you head back up to your room where Steve is still hunched over the desk.

"Okay. So when we get there tomorrow we need to focus on finding him while keeping a low profile so we can figure out the most effective way to apprehend him." Steve says.

"Do we have an extraction plan?"

"I mean I've thought of a couple ways to go about it, if he's in a lodging situation, like this one, we should try for stealth. Moving at night would be the safest choice, to minimize the likelihood of civilian endangerment. If he's staying somewhere alone, apprehension isn't super important, if he's staying somewhere with someone I'd say again stealth is-"

"That's fine I guess but not at all what I meant. Do we have a plan for getting us and him back to the US? Because this was expected to take at least a week and at this rate, we'll be ready to move in like half that time."

"I... will contact the team when we're on the road in the morning and we'll plan our apprehending around how quickly they can mobilize." Steve says.

"Good." You say crawling into bed with a book. You put on music and read quietly while Steve does, who knows what at the desk. He eventually gets up and shuffles into the bathroom. You hear the shower running for a while before he comes out in shorts, using a towel to dry his hair. You barely glance up from your novel as he pads around the room. You don't speak with Steve for the rest of the night. You read, and he does whatever he does until you both eventually turn in at different times.

The next morning you wake to the sound of shuffling around you and when you open your eyes Steve is darting around the room.

"Good. You're awake. Get up and get ready so we can leave." Steve says curtly.

"What's the matter Stevie? Not much of a morning person?" You snark back without getting out of bed.

"I looked it up, the drive we're in for is almost four hours. The sooner we get on the road the better so we can actually get this done. Which means I need you to get up so we can get out of here."

"Sounds to me like you need a Snickers." You snort.

"Excuse me?" His head snaps to you with narrowed eyes.

"A snickers, you know, the candy bar- their slogan is 'you're not you when you're hungry' I'm making a joke about you being cranky- I cannot believe I just had to explain that to you. You really are a grumpy old man, you'd give Scrooge a run for his money sheesh." You scoff, finally pushing yourself out of bed.

"Are you just going to make silly pop culture references all day?" He rolls his eyes.

"Who knew you'd be such a Grinch so early."

"So that's a yes? The Grinch is a Christmas movie."

"So is Scrooge but they're grumpy all year round it's just worse around the holidays. Which begs the question, is the attitude just for little ol me, or does the Italian countryside always make you this prickly?" You smirk.

"Just. Get. Dressed." He says through clenched teeth. You roll your eyes at his grumbly attitude and grab your clothes to change in the bathroom.

"There's some fruit amongst the groceries by the way. I suggest you have one, might put some pep in your step." You taunt before shutting your bathroom door.

"It won't be so bad! Maybe you'll find a way to connect with him! Steve's not a complex man." You mock all your friends in the mirror as you put yourself together. "Complex?! God, I wish! He's about as complex as a cardboard box with half the personality. Honestly if only he were complex that'd be so much easier." You rant to yourself. "Thank the stars the universe practically dropped this guy's location in our lap because there is no way I'd survive a week with this guy." You grumble. You change your clothes and brush your teeth letting out one more deep breath before leaving the bathroom.

"Alright. Ready to go when you are." You say tossing your things into your bag and zipping it up.

"Good. Let's go." Steve grabs his bag and practically storms out of your hotel room without a second thought. You pick up your duffle and what's left of the produce you brought and trot down to the lobby where Steve's already checking you out.

"Hello!" You smile at the woman behind the desk.

"Hello darling! So sad to see you go so soon!" She smiles at you.

"We'd love to stay longer but there's so much to see and not nearly enough hours of our trip." You say wrapping your arm around Steve's and resting your head on his shoulder dreamily "Isn't that right Grant?" You sigh.

"Yeah! We've got so many plans! But the stay here has been lovely." Steve says smiling at you with kindness that even you almost believe is sincere. It makes you want to put ten feet between you and you have to force yourself not to react outwardly. With one last goodbye to the woman at the counter, you and Steve leave the hotel and load your things into your truck. As soon as Steve starts driving he uses the communication system to contact Tony.

"Rogers. Status report?"

"We have a lead that we're following and need to know how quickly we can be extracted from Italy if we've successfully located the target." Steve tells him.

"Have you located the target?" Tony asks.

"I spoke to a woman that says she gave our target directions to another town over so we suspect he'll be there." You interject.

"What if he's moved?" Tony asks.

"Well based on what the woman said, he was around for a few weeks before he left so I think it's safe to say he's likely still there." You say.

"We can extract you as quickly as tonight if you're able to apprehend the target."

"That would be-"

"Too soon. Can you plan for an extraction tomorrow morning?" You cut Steve off and he shoots you a glare momentarily.

"Tomorrow morning?" Tony clarifies.

"Yes. Assuming our lead is correct we'll be ready to go early in the morning." You say.

"Yeah sure. We'll get you a jet and leave it in a holding pattern. Say, 6am?" Tony asks.

"That should give us enough time. If something changes we'll let you know." You say. Tony mumbles an affirmative before disconnecting and you put your headphones on for the remainder of the drive with your head in your book. When the four hour drive ends and Steve pulls up to where you'll be staying you push open the door and hop out of the truck. Steve sorts out your room with the owner of the small hotel you're staying in and practically slams the door when you're in your room.

"Why would you tell Tony to set us up for tomorrow and not tonight? If they could be ready tonight we should take tonight!"

"I thought we were on the same mission but it appears that you are somewhere else because we don't even know where this man is. We just got here and even if we walked outside and saw him right now we can't exactly snatch him in the middle of the day. What happened to that spiel about 'stealth to minimize the likelihood of endangering civilians'? If they plan to extract us tonight that is not a reasonable timeframe and I'm sure you know that. You're just picking fights for no reason." You roll your eyes. Not to mention he waited hours to bring it back up- who stews this long over a departure time?

"Eight hours seems like a pretty reasonable timeframe for me. My fault for overestimating your capabilities."

"If you think I couldn't do this shit in eight hours you're smoking. On my own, I'd have no problem with an eight hour timeline but we are not the team that can be rushing into a mission like this when we don't know what the details are. Honestly Rogers whatever your fucking problem is table it. We have someone to find and we're pretty far from the landing pad so we need to be done and on our way in like twelve hours. I am going to start tracking down our target so we can actually arrest this guy. Skulk in here if you want." You grab your sunglasses and (mostly prop) tote bag and leave Steve in your room. You can't fathom why Steve is annoyed that you asked for a few extra hours to make sure you can actually complete this mission but that's his problem. The sun feels nice on your skin as you walk around surveying people from behind your big sunglasses. When you walk into a small cafe after some time and scan the few customers you almost miss the face you've memorized from your briefing file. He's sitting in a corner eating with a newspaper. You order something small to not raise suspicion and eat it quickly before exiting the shop. There are lots of places to give you a vantage point of the cafe's entrance so you pick one and wait out of sight for Müller to come out. Eventually, he strolls out of the cafe and turns left so carefully, using buildings as cover, you follow Müller for some time. He doesn't stop anywhere until he comes to a small house at basically the edge of town. You watch the house for a while hoping that he'll leave for you to check it out a bit closer. When it starts to pass a half hour you ruffle through your tote for one of the random prototype gadets Tony's always giving you to test out. One of the things is a little box holding a buglike device. You remember him explaining this one, it's supposed to do surveillance. You open the box and turn it on, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket indicating it's connected. You locate an open window and release the camera bug towards Müller's house, making sure it gets inside before heading back to your hotel to make a plan.

"What have you been doing for the last two hours?" Steve asks as soon as you walk back into your room.

"Tracking Müller. Like I said I would. Did you just sit and sulk?"

"No." Steve glares. "Did you find him?"

"Yes I did. It looks like he's staying alone too." You say passing your phone to Steve for him to see the footage from the bug camera.

"Wait you planted a camera?"

"I saw him in town and followed him til he ended up at this house. Then I used one Tony's little doodads. It's a camera the size of a bug that can fly like one too."

"So you know where this is?"

"Yes I do. It's practically at the edge of town. We should have no problem getting to him later."

"Okay." He nods. "Alright so here's what we'll do. We'll track him with this camera til nightfall and then we'll go get him. It should be quick, sneak in knock him out and get him loaded into the truck."

"Yeah okay." You nod, taking your phone back from Steve. Periodically you check the camera bug that follows Müller around his temporary home over the next several hours. Just before the sun goes down, you notice something odd when you're checking the footage. Müller's moving frantically about, it looks like- he's packing.

"Müller's on the move." You say grabbing the keys to the truck and rushing out of your hotel. Steve runs out behind you.

"Y-Alissa wait!" Steve calls as you start the truck and he almost doesn't get in quick enough as you pull away. "Geez y/n where's the fire?" He asks.

"It looks very much like Müller is about to get the hell outta dodge. We need to move now." You say.

"Wait a second this is very much not what we were planning to-"

"Yeah well that's gonna have to change the man is packing his bags as we speak."

"Are you sure that's what you saw I mean-"

"Rogers argue with me later." You grumble out. Driving, the trip to Müller's is much shorter and you're there in only a few minutes. You hop out immediately even as Steve calls for you to give it a minute. No way are you letting him get away when he's right here. You burst into the small home, that's really just one room and shock the man inside so hard he almost trips. He's quick to get his barings though and lunges at you, grabbing a kitchen knife on his way towards you. You dodge him pretty easily even though he weilds the knife much better than you'd expect of a labcoat. He manages a couple scratches before disarm him and take him down with a plate to the head.

"Dammit y/n. I told you to wait." Steve grits out angrily as you drag Müller towards the truck that's still running.

"What's the big deal? We got our guy." You shrug, folding Müller into the backseat awkwardly."

"Maybe you were too busy charging like a bull to notice that we've drawn attention." He hisses.

"So let's hit the fucking road." You roll your eyes and climb into the passenger seat of the car. Steve lets out an angry huff but gets in the driver side and begins your trip back to the launch pad in central Italy. It'll take you most of the night to get there but you let Tony know to expedite the jet since you'll definitely be there before 6am. At some point, you have to sedate Müller when he starts to groan in the back seat. By the time you make it to the launch pad, agents are waiting with the jet.

"Agent y/l/n, Captain Rogers. Welcome back." One of the agents nods at you both when you exit the truth.

"Hey Jackson. Müller's in the backseat- mind grabbing him for me?" You smile as you tug your duffle out of the car.

"Of course." He nods opening the back door and hauling Müller's still unconscious body from the truck to the jet with ease.

"I could've handled that." Steve says to you.

"Who cares? I probably could've handled it too but we have bags to grab and the fewer trips the better." You roll your eyes.

"The jet's fueled and prepped for takeoff and our reports indicate clear weather so it should be smooth travels." Agent Jackson says to you, although Steve is likely going to monopolize flying.

"Thanks. Then I guess we'll be off." You say heading onto the jet. You toss your bag down and take a moment to secure Müller to the seat he's in at the back of the jet while Steve talks to the agents for a few minutes before following you into the aircraft.

"Make sure he's secure." Steve tosses at you as he passes.

"No shit Sherlock." You roll your eyes, getting into your seat up front next to him and strapping yourself in as he prepares to fly.

"If he wakes midair we don't wanna worry about him ambushing us."

"First of all what're the chances that guy would even be able to take us both? Secondly, I'm not an idiot, he's chained to that seat. Even if he wakes up he's not going anywhere." You scoff.

"To your question; better safe than sorry."

"Yeah whatever." You mutter.

"Not whatever, in fact, speaking of, you were extremely reckless last night." Steve says sternly.

"I was instinctive."

"Oh please. You rushed over there without a plan, ignored my instructions, and charged in carelessly. What if he was armed? Not to mention the fact that people noticed that something was going on. You could've gotten somebody hurt."

"First of all he was armed technically and as you can see, not a scratch on me so can it. You saw just as well as I did that he was packing his things Rogers, the man was about ready to flee and we could not lose him."

"We had a plan-"

"Plans change Rogers its not the end of the world."

"It is when you put people at risk dang it. If you had just followed-"

"If I didn't move when I did we could've missed our chance entirely. He wouldn't be here if I followed 'the plan' that didn't account for a frantic relocation of our target. I made sure the mission got done and the only person at risk was myself which would be the case regardless because that comes with the territory."

"You-"

"God are you two married or something?" Müller's voice shocks you even as you and Steve respond immediately.

"NO!" You shout together.

"You argue like a couple." Müller muses.

"You are so very wrong about that assumption." You scoff.

"Well I was only pointing out-"

"Don't. As a matter of fact if you speak again Müller you'll spend the remainder of this flight strapped to the outside of the jet like a cannoe."

"Can you even do that?"

"Do you really wanna find out?" You glare at him. That effectively shuts him up and cuts your argument with Steve short so the rest of your flight is flown in silence. When you land, it's you who unchains Müller from his seat and puts him cuffs to drag him out of the jet.

"Thank God that's over, the tension between you and the obstinate man was getting unbearable." Müller says.

"Whatever you were sensing was not tension. We barely get along." You roll your eyes.

"Does he know that?"

"Excuse me?"

"When you aren't paying attention he looks at you as if you're responsible for the stars in the sky."

"Those glasses of yours must be the wrong prescription." You scoff.

"You may think me many things but a fool should never be one. You might not agree but some things are easier to observe as an outsider."

"When it comes to people I'd take advice from a Nazi scientist is absolutely not on the list so please save it." You say.

"Y/n! We'll take him from here." An agent grabs your attention as you make it to the building. The walk from the helipad has never felt so long.

"Consider what I said." Müller says as he's dragged off.

"What he said?" Steve frowns from behind you.

"Just- mindless blathering." You grumble walking off to your room. You are not about to let some idiot you just met with no idea who you are get in your head about something he absolutely does not understand.

"Y/N! YOU'RE BACK!" Wanda bursts into your room just after you've closed he door.

"You are- always the first to find me." You chuckle as she throws her arms around you.

"I missed you so much! I almost called you like five times."

"Wanda I was only gone for like four days." You laugh.

"And the HBIC has returned." Natasha strolls in and sits on your bed.

"Hello to you too Nat." You chuckle.

"So? How was it?" Wanda asks.

"Well I didn't shove a dagger between his shoulderblades." You shrug and Natasha laughs.

"Oh come on, that can't be all you've got to say." Wanda scoffs.

"Honestly Wanda not stabbing him in the spine is a pretty raving review for a mission where I had to pretend to be his honeymooning wife."

"Did you even have to play the loving couple?" Natasha asks.

"Well when we got to the first place the woman checking us in was a lovely old Italian woman who was very interested in the fact that we were honeymooning so around her we did have to do the hand holding and dreamy sighing for her sake." You shrug.

"You made it back pretty quickly." Natasha points out.

"I'm efficient." You shrug.

"What does that mean?" Wanda asks.

"It means I tracked down Müller with the help of some gossiping women in town and good old fashion espionage then I made sure he didn't get away once we found him by apprehending him when I realized he was definitely about to vacate. Much to Steve's dismay apparently."

"His dismay?" Wanda frown.

"He lectured me twice because we had a plan and I had to make a change last minute when I saw the guy frantically packing his bags on our little surveillance bug."

"Wait so what was his problem?" Natasha frowned.

"We had a plan and I couldn't follow it. If I'd listened to him we totally would've lost Müller all together. He just hates when he's not the one calling the shots. It's like any decision I make that's not his idea is wrong. I know I said I don't hate him but man does he make it hard to believe that."

"The way you butt heads- I can't believe you made it home and in four days no less." Nat shakes her head.

"Like I said I'm efficient. And personal feelings will never stop me from completing a mission. You can say lots of things about me but you'd be lying if you said I don't do my job well." You shrug. A knock on your doorframe grabs your attention to find Steve standing in the still open doorway of your bedroom.

"Hi Nat, Wanda." He nods to them.

"Welcome back Steve!" Wanda waves.

"Hey Rogers." Natasha nods.

"Y/n, we need to talk." Steve says looking at you.

"If you're going to complain again about me not sticking to your plan save your breath. I have better things to do and if you have that much free time I suggest you follow my example and find a better way to spend it." You roll your eyes.

"It's not that."

"Then what do you want?"

"Alone, please." Steve glances at Natasha and Wanda who look at you.

"Go. I'll talk to you later girls." You tell them and they quickly slip out of your room. "Make it quick Rogers I just spent 4 days with you and I think that is plenty for us for a while."

"What Müller was saying-"

"On the jet? He's an idiot, who cares? As if anyone with sense would assume we're married the way we argue." You scoff.

"Not on the jet. After we landed. His, 'mindless blathering' as you put it."

"Are you expecting a play by play of that conversation because it was so inconsequential I've already forgotten most of it-"

"I heard him. My hearing is- better than average so, I know what he said."

"So did you just ask for funsies earlier?" You frown.

"Well no I just wondered what you'd say about it."

"He doesn't know either of us so I have nothing to say about it. The ramblings of some criminal are the last thing on my mind so if you've come here to tell me not to pay him attention I already wasn't-"

"You are so frustrating." Steve huffs out.

"Excuse me? What is your problem?!" You blink at him.

"My problem is you! You are my sole source of torment!"

"The fact that you are a boring bitch is not my fault! How am I the source of your torment you walking piece of styrofoam!?"

"Oh where do I begin with you?! Your smile makes my heart ache!"

"Yeah well you- wait, what?" Your eyes widen as you process his words, retort dying when you realize he didn't actually insult you.

"You walk into a room and it immediately lights up. Your laugh is better than symphonies. You are so effortlessly so amazing that you've enthralled me without trying. It's incredibly annoying." He rattles off.

"I- I'm really confused." You frown.

"Damn it y/n I'm in love with you!" He forces out. Plot twist. You totally did not see that coming.

"You're in love with me?"

"Somehow yes and everything you do makes it worse. It's infuriating to know my life is no longer mine and that is in in fact yours."

"This is the most paradoxical love confession I've ever gotten. Do you want, an apology or a date?" You ask.

"Wait- what?" Now it's his turn to give you a wide eyed stare.

"Well, you're in love with me but you seem to be very... inconvenienced by it so- should I be saying sorry or telling you to plan a date for Friday night?"

"Wait y-you'd go on a date with me?" His brow furrows.

"If you'd ask me on one."

"I thought you hated me?"

"You're critical of everything I do. So I intentionally get on your nerves. If I had known it was because you had a crush on me I might've been nicer to you. We aren't in kindergarten though Steve being mean to someone you like doesn't get you anywhere." You cross your arms.

"So- will you go on a date with me?"

"Yes I'll go on a date with you. Does Friday night work for you?"

"Friday's Perfect. I'll- let you know the details once I sort them out."

"Alright. I'm going to finish unpacking. I'll see you around." You smile.

"Kay." Steve's cheeks tinge slightly pink as he smiles at you in that shy 'you make me nervous way'.

"Anything else?" You ask when he doesn't move.

"Oh! N-no. I- I'm gonna go." He tells you.

"Okay. See ya." You chuckle as he scrambles out of your room. You can't believe you have a date with Steve Rogers. He may not be a complex man but he sure is a confusing one. To think all those times he was picking fights with you was because he had a crush- you almost hate the way it makes you giddy to think about it. But honestly who could stand a chance against a love confession like that? His life is yours?! You've never even heard him speak so dramatically before. When he came in here you said four days was more than enough time for you to spend to gehter and now well, let's just say you can't wait for Friday.

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