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A Brothers Mate

Azriel X FemReader X Cassian

You knew there was more between Azriel and Cassian, despite others' opinions of the two. You were okay with that, their relationship, but seeing your mate's happy without you was killing you.

Warnings/Themes: Smut, Language, (2.7K Words.)

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You knew the Illyrians were closer than they let on. Others said that the two were raised as brothers, and that may be true, but the sentiment of brotherhood had clearly changed over the centuries. Brothers didn’t look at each other like that.

Azriel leaded against the wall, arm crossed over his chest, a few of his shadows gently swirling around him. Rhys and Mor were talking about some wine and who'd drank more of it the night before. Cassian was sitting comfortably in an armchair adjacent to Mor. One hand hung limp over the side, the other clasped around a glass of amber liquid. You sat on the couch, beside Rhys, listening to the heated debate. You listened, but your gaze was focused on the Shadowsinger and the War Lord. It was small, casual–the glances they shared, but you didn't fail to notice the rosy tint to Cassian’s cheeks or the shy little uptilt of Azriel’s lips.

It was sweet to see the love the two shared. You supported it, you wanted the best for them, but Mother above, it was heartbreaking. It was heartbreaking because you knew they didn't feel the same about you.

“Well,” you drawled, catching the attention of everyone in the room. “I'd hate to cut this riveting debate short, but I'm headed home.” You stood from your seat with a stretch and a small smile. “And it was me, by the way, that drank all the wine.” Mor and Rhys shot daggers at you with their eyes as Cassian let out a boisterous laugh.

“Should've known,” he said with a knowing look your way.

“Night all,” you said as you grabbed your things before leaving out the front door.

The air was crisp. You could smell the beginning of autumn in the air, a soft, smokey undertone that was pleasant to your senses. Your steps echoed in the night as you strolled along the paved pathways of the city. You didn't make it far before a gust of shadow swept wind brushed past you, tickling the tips of your ears.

“You don't have to walk me home.” You told the shadowsinger.

“I want to,” came Azriel's deep reply as he materialized by your side.

“I thought you'd be with Cassian right about now.” Another gust of wind picked up before a second voice answered you.

“Who says he isn't?”

You rolled your eyes at the two over protective illyrians that walked on either side of you. “Hello, Cassian.”

“Hello, sweets,”

“So you two bats are that determined to walk me home?”

“Well,” Cassian begun, nudging his shoulder against your side. “You left too soon sweets, we just wanna spend time together.”

You let out a small laugh. “Right.”

Azriel stopped you with a hand to your shoulder, his grasp was firm, but gentle.

“He's right, Y/N.”

You stepped forward and turned around to face the two males. In the low moonlight they looked even more mysterious and handsome than ever. Their wings appeared darker, more intimidating as they rose above them. You wanted to lean forward and touch the leathery membrane of their wings. You wanted to watch them shudder with pleasure from your touch, listen to their heavy breathing and deep moans. You wanted to taste them, drink their…

You breathed out and took another step back. Your wants didn't matter, the males before you weren't yours.

“You two can move on to whatever you had planned for tonight. I'll tell the others you walked me home and we had a late nightcap, if they want to know why the two of you didn't return right away.” The two males shared a look between themselves and you took that as your cue to continue on your way. You only got a few feet down the street before the males were at your side once more.

“You're more observant than you let on.” Cassian said softly.

“I'm more surprised the others haven't figured it out.” You answered.

“We've been careful. We didn't want them to know anything before you.” Azriel replied.

That comment had you pausing. “Why?”

Cassian ruffled his wings uneasily.

“Isn't it obvious?”

You wanted to believe it, wanted to believe that they felt the same about you than you did them, but you couldn't, wouldn't let yourself entertain the thought.

“No,” you said softly. You knew Cassian and Azriel could hear it for the lie it was.

Azriel stepped forward, close enough that you had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. “Try again.” He ordered.

You swallowed. “Yes,” you breathed.

“Say it,” Cassian begged. His signature smirk was back on his face.

“I can't,” you admitted.

“C'mon sweets, say it.”

You paused, taking the moment to cherish what was possibly the last moment of your relationship with the males before you, because if you were wrong… Cauldron, if you were wrong, you think you might break. “Because,” you began, “I'm your mate.”

The males before you smiled, even Azriel, who was always very careful with hiding his emotions.

“There you go,” Azriel said, “we've been waiting for you to admit it.”

“How long have you known?” You asked.

“Long enough,” Cassian groaned. “We thought you might say something, that you felt how we did-”

“I do.” You admitted.

“Good,” Cassian breathed. “Then let’s continue home, shall we?” Cassian swept his hand out before him, motioning to continue onwards to your little apartment in the city.

The silence that followed the three of you through the night was comfortable, more comfortable than it perhaps had ever been, now that things were out in the open.

“You don’t mind sharing?” You blurted, disrupting the silence.

Cassian chuckled. “No. Do you?”

“No,” you answered truthfully.

“This bond,” Azriel began softly, “goes three ways, Y/N. It’s not a thread that branches off between us, it’s a continuous circle.”

“A continuous circle,” you murmured. It made sense, the way they looked at each other along with the way the males spoke to you. This wasn’t just some ill fated love triangle, it was the reality you had hoped it would be.

“The snake that eats its own tail.” Cassian said as he threw his arm over your shoulder.

“We don’t want to force you to accept anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I know.” You answered as you finally reached the front door of your apartment. You stopped on your front steps, pausing for a moment before facing the males just a few steps behind you. “Do you want to come in?”

Their grins were answer enough.

The War Lord and the Spymaster had envisioned this moment many times, many ways, but living it out was something entirely different.

You led them to the living room, waving a hand to the black couch that sat against the far wall. As the males took a seat you busied yourself at the bar cart. “Drink?” You asked, already pouring out a helping for yourself.

“Yes, please.” The males answered in unison.

You made quick work of getting their drinks, pouring each a generous hand of amber liquid before facing them. “When did it click for you?” You asked.

Cassian and Azriel shared a look amongst themselves before looking back at you. “Do you-” Cassian cut himself off as you straddled his lap. His breathing stuttered as Azriel adjusted himself beside the two of you. “Do you remember that party Mor threw a few months ago?”

“Yes.”

“Well,” Azriel took over for Cassian. “It clicked for both of us that night.” Your brows rose in surprise. Up until now, you had thought the two males had separate experiences with the bond.

Azriel chuckled at your look of surprise. He layed a scarred hand on your leg before continuing on and you found yourself wishing he'd trail it up higher, closer to where you needed him.

“It was when we were dancing.” Cassian admitted. “Remember when I stumbled and stepped on your toes?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled at the memory. The War Lord who was usually so balanced on his feet, stumbling on the dance floor to the point of crushing your toes. “I recall being quite upset with you for nearly breaking my toes.”

“Yes well, I was stumbling like a fool because the bond had just snapped for me.”

“I suppose in that case I can forgive you.” You purred, leaning in closer to the male. Cassian set his glass down in favour of holding onto your hips. “And you?” You asked, turning to face Azriel.

“It was when the two of you approached me at the bar that it snapped,” Azriel paused for a brief moment. “For the both of you.”

You debated asking your next question, but figured that no matter the answer, you wouldn't mind. “Have you two…”

“Fucked?” Cassian finished for you boldly.

“Very eloquent, Cas.” Azriel muttered.

“I mean, I figured you have.” You continued. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.”

The males shared a look before Azriel answered. “No, we haven’t.”

“We wanted to wait for you, to at least tell you about our feelings before anything happened.” Cassian supplied.

You paused, a slow, knowing smile creeping up on your face. “You romantic fucking bastards.” The males laughed–Azriel’s hand traveled further up your leg. He was so, so close to where you wanted him. “Go higher, Shadowsinger.”

The Shadowsinger complied.

“Mother above the two of you are making me fucking hard.” Cassian groaned.

“Join in.” You demanded as you ground your hips down on his hardening length. Cassian laid one hand on top of Azriels own, right on your hip. The other hand raised to the side of your breast, caressing you over your clothing as he leaned in and began kissing up your neck.

You tilted your head to the side, giving the War Lord better access to your neck as Azriel dipped his fingers under the band of your underwear. His scar covered hand teased your slit, sliding through your wetness to find your bundle of nerves.

“Yes!” You gasped in pleasure as Azriel toyed with you.

Azriel’s warm breath ghosted over you as he chuckled. “So wet.” He murmured.

“Let me taste.” Cassian ordered.

Azriel brought his hand away from your heat and over to Cassian's open mouth. Cassian hummed around Azriels two fingers. If the moment weren’t so intimate, you would ask Feyre to paint a picture of the look in Cassian’s eyes as he licked your juices off of the Shadowsingers fingers. “My turn.” Azriel said. You expected him to dip his fingers back down into your core. Instead, Azriel pulled his fingers free from Cassian’s mouth and leaned in, kissing him.

That, was what you would get Feyre to paint if you could. The two males clung onto you as they devoured each other. Cassian’s hips shifted up, grinding into your core. “He likes it, Az.”

Azriel pulled away with a chuckle. “Of course he does.” The Shadowsingers hazel eyes met your own. “I think it’s time we move this to the bedroom.”

You didn’t take your time going to the bedroom. The three of you were a rushed mess of scattered clothes, heavy breathing and tangled limbs by the time you found yourself spread out on your sheets. “Need you,” you panted. The males in the room knew it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular.

“Need this?” Azriel asked as he slid two of his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck,” you gasped.

“That’s not an answer, sweets.” Cassian said. The War Lord was kneeling beside you, tugging at his cock as he watched Azriel pleasure you.

“Yes,” you answered. “I need this, please, don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it.” Azriel answered before he leaned over you. The hand that wasn’t inside you gently grabbed hold of your throat, securing you to the bed as he kissed you. His shadows caressed your body. Cool, dark tendrils that were both an extension of him and their own being entirely. Cassian’s free hand followed the shadows path along you body, bringing warmth back into your body after the shadows cool touches.

“I need more.” You demanded from the males above you. Cassian and Azriel shared a look, both pausing in their movements.

“Who do you want first?” Azriel asked.

You paused, thinking. “You,” you answered back to the Shadowsinger.

Azriel crept off your body and stood at the end of the bed. “As you wish.” He rasped as he shucked his clothing off. With each layer that fell to the floor you wanted to devour the male more and more.

You sat up in interest as Cassian moved away from your side and over to Azriel, lowering himself to his knees. “Gotta make sure you’re ready too.” Cassian said before taking Azriels length into his open mouth. You gasped at the sight of the Spymasters scarred hand clutching onto the other males hair, pulling at his locks as he fucked himself into his mouth. You couldn’t help but find the sight of Cassian on his knees to be natural. Alluring, and natural. With a gasp and a line of saliva, Cassian pulled himself off of Azriel once he deemed him ready. “Go fuck our girl.” He ordered.

And by the Caldron, did Azriel listen.

“Fuck!” You cried out as Azriel thrust relentlessly into you.

“You feel so good.” Azriel breathed.

“So, so good,” you babbled.

“Cas, help her out.” Azriel ordered.

Without removing himself from your breasts, Cassian reached a hand down and circled your bundle of nerves.

“Yes!” You screeched. Your climax came hurtling through you at the hands of your mates and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Azriel reached his end along with you, spilling himself into you with heavy breathes. Cassian ran his hands along both of your bodies with light kisses and whispered words of affection.

“Do you have enough energy to ride Cas?” Azriel asked you with a wicked grin.

“Absolutely.”

Azriel pulled himself free from you with a groan, his spend slipping out after him. Cassian was ready and waiting for you at your side, laying flat on his back. As you prepared to sink down on his length Cassian stopped you with a firm grip around the waist and a light chuckle. “Not my cock, Y/N. I want you to ride my face.” He said as he guided you to sit above him. You knew that if Azriel hadn’t just pulled an orgasm from you then Cassian’s words alone would have.

“Cas,” you gasped as he sat you right where he wanted you.

“Perfect,” Cassian murmured before licking up your core.

The War Lords mouth was absolutely sinful against your already abused core. Azriels shadows wrapped around you, holding you in place for Cassian to devour and Azriel to tease with his mouth and hands. Cassian slurped, sucked, licked and played with every part of you as you sat above him, fucking his face.

“I’m close,” you warned the males. Whether it was minutes or hours after your first orgasm, you couldn’t tell, all you knew was that you had been filled with pleasure for longer than you could contain. “Cas!” You cried. “I’m-close! I, I…” you broke off in a moan as you came over your mates face.

Behind you, Azriel fisted Cassian to completion, working him through his own climax with his hand.

After a few deep breaths you slid off of Cassian and into the sheets beside him, throwing an arm over his naked torso as Azriel stood and made his way to your bathroom. The Spymaster was gone for less than a minute before he returned with a damp cloth and cleaned the two of you up, ridding of it somewhere else in your room before sliding into bed with the two of you.

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It was later in the night, or perhaps early morning, that you broke the silence between yourself and your mates. “Tell Rhys you can’t go on any missions for a while.” You said to the males that laid on either side of you.

“Why?” Azriel asked.

“Because,” you admitted, “in the morning I plan on making the two of you breakfast.”

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The Roommate Series | The Christmas Gift

Roommate!Bucky X Reader

This is a drabble series based on my life with my roommate.

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It was just before Christmas that you got a text from your roommate, Bucky.

'Hey, weird question for NO REASON'.

'What's your ring size?"

You laughed when the text came through, knowing exactly why he was asking. The two of you had been joking that you were practically a married couple living together, eating together, and shopping together. When Bucky first joked about it, you'd asked him,

If we're married, then where's my ring?

Don't worry about it. It's coming. Bucky had answered.

You thought he was full of it before, just going along with the joke. But now, you're not so sure.

You texted him back your ring size, a little smiley emoji next to it.

'Excellent, I'll do absolutely nothing with this info at all.'

You rolled your eyes at the text.

'As expected. Lol.' You texted back, but what you really meant was, sure, like I believe a word you say.

Come Christmas time, you found a bag, much bigger than what a ring would be in under your little tree. The bag was black and gold and you couldn't help but think it matched perfectly with his metal arm.

Bucky walked out of his room, dressed in loose fitted pajamas. He grabbed the bag from under the tree and sat down on the couch, beckoning you over. You happily sat by him, pulling your legs up and under you as you did so.

"For me?" You asked, nodding towards the bag.

"Of course," Bucky answered with a smile. He passed the bag to you, which was surprisingly light for the size of it. "Open it up."

With a large smile, you dug around the bag, grabbing hold of a small, black box. You eyed it for a moment before opening it up.

Inside the box sat a beautiful golden ring. A large oval gem at its center. In the low light of the morning, it glittered like fresh snow. On either side of the gem were small, triangular cut gems that pointed out in all three directions.

"You bastard," you breathed.

"I told you I'd get you a ring." Bucky answered.

"Yeah," you answered as you slipped the ring on your finger. "I guess you did."

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hellsenthero · 3 months

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The Roommate Series

A new series of drabbles where I take real-life scenarios that have happened between my roommate and I and turn it into fanfiction. (Roommate!Bucky X Reader)

* These are in no particular reading order. *

Drabble one: The Christmas Gift

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hellsenthero · 3 months

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Little sneak peek at my ACOTAR wip. Who's ready for some cazriel?

Read the fic here.

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hellsenthero · 4 months

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Daddy.

Chris Evans Steve Rogers AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (2018)

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hellsenthero · 4 months

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ACOTAR Masterlist

Azriel X Reader

Oneshots

Hot Under the Collar: A mandatory visit to the Illyrian war-camp takes a turn for the worst when three hot-headed males decide they want to send their High Lord a message.

Azriel X Reader X Cassian

Oneshots

A Brothers Mate: You knew there was more between Azriel and Cassian, despite others' opinions of the two. You were okay with that, their relationship, but seeing your mate's happy without you was killing you.

#acotar azriel #acomaf #acowar #acotar #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #acotar masterlist #azriel #azriel x reader x cassian #cassian #rhysand #acotar aesthetic #azriel x female!reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader

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hellsenthero · 4 months

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Hot Under the Collar

Written by: hellsenthero

Azriel X Fem!Reader

A mandatory visit to the Illyrian war-camp takes a turn for the worst when three hot-headed males decide they want to send their High Lord a message.

Warnings/themes: Swearing, violence, blood, angst, fluff, sexist war camp.

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Azriel held you securely in his arms as he flew. The view of the trees and mountains was always breathtaking to you, so much so that you didn't mind the biting chill in the air that nipped at your hands and cheeks.

“I wish you could've stayed home.” Azriel spoke for the first time since you'd taken off from the House of Wind. It was a comment that had you peering up at him with furrowed brows.

“You don't want me with you?”

“God's no,” he breathed, his hazel eyes met yours and you could see the stress he was holding back. “Illyria is no place for females, Y/N, no place I want my mate near.”

“But you grew up there.” Azriel's hold on you tightened.

“Exactly.”

The rest of the flight to the war-camp was spent in silence. Azriel's Shadows twisted around the two of you in such an unsettled manner that you could practically taste his anxiety. When the camp came into view you gave Azriel a quick kiss on his cheek. “It'll be okay, Az, don't worry too much.”

You could feel the tension in the camp the second you landed. It had your nerves flaring like a spooked creature, but you knew as one of the Night Court's best healers you had a job to do here. Check the females, make sure their wings are intact, give them any remedies they require, be it for their cycles, pain relief, contraception, or anything else. Azriel was here to speak with Devlon to ensure he was sticking to the new training rules and as your protection as he all but refused to drop you off like Rhysand had originally suggested.

“Would you just drop Feyre off there and leave, Rhys?” Azriel had bit out when Rhysand called the meeting. Rhys looked pissed at just the thought of leaving his mate in the Illyrian war-camp.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then don't expect me to leave Y/N's side for a fucking second in that shit hole.”

“Shadowsinger,” Devlon greeted. His sharp eyes looked you over but he didn't bother to greet you. Azriel grit his teeth at the blatant disrespect towards his mate.

“Devlon,” Azriel said coolly, “this is Y/N, one of our Court's best healers,” he placed his left hand over his right, making sure his mating band was visible for Devlon and the other gathering fae. “She's also my mate. I expect there to be no issues with her checking on the health of the females here?” At the mention of mate the other fae backed up with wide steps, all but three males who stood side by side, glaring between the shadowsinger and you. You quickly committed their looks to memory before focusing back on Azriel. “We'll be staying at our usual cabin.” You caught Azriel saying.

“How long will you be staying?” Devlon asked.

You knew Azriel wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he instead answered with, “as long as it takes to ensure the females are healthy and cared for and that things are running smoothly.”

“We can care for our females ourselves.” Devlon bit out.

Azriel's hazel eyes narrowed. “You say that, but you've proven that to be untrue in the past.” Before Devlon could respond with a nasty remark of his own, Azriel slipped his arm behind your back and began leading you towards the cabin he more or less grew up in. “I'll meet with you just before dinner to go over specifics, Devlon.” Azriel called out without looking back.

“What a prick.” You hissed out as Azriel shut the cabin door behind the two of you.

Azriel let out a low hum of agreement. “He's the nicest male here.”

“I'll try to be quick,” you say in order to placate both him and yourself, “thorough, but quick.”

“Good,” Azriel breathed out.

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The next morning found you doing much the same as you had the evening before. Going cabin to cabin and checking on the females. You preferred to check on them in the comfort of their own homes, it made everyone more at ease and always allowed for the females to speak to you more freely about their health. By the afternoon you had to go back to your own cabin to make up more tonics for the female's cycles. You found out that when their cycle hit none of the males in the camp bothered to help get them soothing tonics for the pain they went through. Instead, they were told to deal with it.

With a grunt you slammed the cabin door shut out of anger as you got to brewing up more tonics. Azriel was in another meeting with Devlon and you were glad he wasn't there to see you fuming with anger. The treatment of the females in the camp made you want to scream and cry and you knew it would take a long while to decompress after leaving the Gods forsaken war-camp. Yes, Devlon had the females training and yes, they stopped the wing clipping, but the lack of equality within the camp had you nearly shaking.

You didn't bother turning around when the cabin door opened. Otherwise, you would have seen the three males standing in the doorway. Instead, you called out to who you thought was your mate. “If I'm seeing the improved version of the camp, then I can't imagine the horrors that went on here before.”

“I wouldn't say that this place has improved at all,” answered a deep voice. You shot up and out of your seat and faced the three winged males that you'd had your eyes on the day prior, the only three males who didn't seem to care that you were Azriel's mate and therefore, untouchable. “In fact, I think the camp’s gone to shit ever since your little mate and his High Lord introduced the new rules. I think we need to send them a message.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” You hissed as you scrambled to pull on the invisible golden thread tethering you to Azriel.

“Make us.” The second male hissed.

You looked to the ceiling and muttered a prayer.

“Praying won't get you out of this,” said the first male, a tall male with dark brown eyes.

You looked back down and locked eyes with him. “Oh, I'm not praying for myself.”

You threw yourself at the male just as the door burst open again on a shadow swept wind. Azriel had his hands around the third male's neck, snapping in with one quick movement before the male could draw his weapon. Azriel's shadows helped subdue the second male, keeping him in place as he took out Truth-Teller and stabbed in through the male's chest. The bond had Azriel wanting to carve his eyes out and slit his neck slowly for even thinking of hurting his mate, but now was not the time for a slow and painful death. As Azriel went to advance on the last male, he stopped. He stopped because before him, on the ground, was his mate, straddling the screaming male. Azriel watched as you clawed the eyes out of the first male. His screams of pain like music to Azriel's ears as you dug your sharp nails in further and further and further, until finally, the male grew quiet, and he stopped moving. You brought bloody fingers to the male's neck, checking for a pulse, and after a moment, you breathed a sigh of relief. “He's dead.”

Azriel looked at you with a mix of love, shock, pride, his many emotions flowing down the bond to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered as he helped you off the floor, he didn't mind the warm blood that slipped from your fingers onto his own. “Needed to get my anger out, that really helped.”

Azriel was speechless for a moment as he looked you over.

“Fuck baby, remind me to never get you angry.”

You laughed, a sweet sound that was out of place in a cabin full of bodies. “You know I can get a bit hot under the collar, baby.”

“Right,” Azriel answered with a small uptilt of his lips, “I'm going to go tell Devlon his three best fighters are dead. Once you're done here we're going straight home and I'm not letting you leave the bedroom for a fucking week. Got it?”

Your smile was enough of an answer, but you still nodded to Azriel. “Got it.”

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Stressed Out

Written by: hellsenthero

Stucky X Reader

Back to back missions have gotten everyone stressed, but no one is quite as stressed as Captain America. What happens when he takes that stress out on his girlfriend?

Warnings/themes: Angst, fluff. (1.2K Words.)

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With back to back missions came sore bodies, tired minds and a mountain of paperwork.

Y/N didn't mind it for the most part. The paperwork gave her a chance to sit down and mentally digest her missions as she sipped her coffee. Bucky didn't mind either, it was the organization of it all that helped him, something he never had with Hydra.

But Steve, Captain America, had more paperwork than Y/N and Bucky combined. He had reports detailing missions that he wasn't even on. With his finished pile about the size of one sixteenth of his to do pile, Steve was fucking stressed, and it was getting to him. His normally mile long thread of patience was shorter than his fucking pinky nail. God help whoever comes into his office next.

God help his partners.

God help you, as you knock on your boyfriend's office door before quietly peering in. "Hey baby, how's it goin'?" You say softly. Steve doesn't give you an answer, doesn't even look up from his paperwork. His lack of response has you stepping further into the office, walking up to the side of his desk. You lay a gentle hand over Steve's shoulder and you can feel how tight his muscles are with stress. "Baby?" Finally, you catch Steve's attention.

"What?" Steve growls. It's shocking enough that you pull your hand away, recoiling away from your boyfriend.

"Excuse me?"

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm busy, Y/N, what do you want?"

A scoff escaped you before you could hold it back. "I wanted to check in on you. You skipped lunch and I made dinner for everyone."

Steve waved his hand at you before looking back down at his papers. "I don't need dinner right now, I'm busy working."

"Steve, you need to take a break-"

"Y/N! I'm busy! I have more paperwork than you or Bucky combined!"

"Fuck! Steve! You need to-" your heated words were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down upon his desk. You were surprised it didn't collapse from his strength.

"Fuck off!"

It was now, as his words hung in the air, that Steve's gaze finally met yours and your eyes stayed locked. Those two words felt like a physical blow to your chest, enough that you stepped back, once, twice, before Bucky came into the room unannounced.

"What's going on? What's with the yelling?" Bucky asked as he came to stand by you, his blue eyes flicking between you and Steve.

"Ask Steven," you bit out. Truthfully, you didn't know what to say to Bucky, you didn't know what was going on, not with you and Steve, he had never spoken to you like that before.

"Steve?" Bucky asked as he took a step closer to his desk. He's not stupid, he knows his boyfriend and girlfriend have just been in a blowout, but about what, he hasn't a fucking clue. Steve’s cheeks are tinged red, his knuckles are white with his grip on the table and you look like you've seen a ghost. Your eyes are wide and your stance is ridged, ready to flee at a moment's notice.

Before Steve can answer his boyfriend, you're speaking up again. "I'm going to go," you say to no one in particular before facing Bucky. "Maybe you'll have better luck getting Steven to pull his head out of his ass," you throw a hard look at the blond male before walking towards the office door, still open from when Bucky barged in. "Or perhaps he'll just tell you to fuck off as well." With that, you shut the door to the office behind you.

Bucky turns to Steve, whose head is now hung, his shoulders deflated. "What the fuck is she talking about, Steve?"

Steve shook his head, already feeling the self hate bubble up inside himself from how he'd treated his girlfriend. “I fucked up-”

“Clearly.” Bucky bites out.

“I took my stress out on Y/N, yelled at her.”

“Fuck, Steve,”

“I know!” Steve's voice raises again and Bucky shoots him a look that says, really, you wanna take that tone? Steve huffs, blowing out a long breath before he repeats his earlier words, this time in a softer tone. “I know,” Steve says, “I fucked up.”

“Then go find our girl and apologize.”

Steve nods once, twice, before standing from his seat and walking around his desk. He stops in front of his boyfriend for a moment, putting a gentle hand on his wrist. “I'm sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head for a moment before he leans forward and presses a kiss to Steve's forehead. “I know, but I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to.”

—

You were curled up in your bed, hiding beneath a mountain of blankets when Steve finds you. You're in your old bed, what was now only used as a spare room. Just that told Steve that he'd fucked up.

“Baby?” Steve's voice is hesitant, in turn, he receives no answer from you. “I’m sorry,” Steve goes on. He pauses again, waiting for a response from you, for a huff or some yelling, but all he receives back is silence. “Thank you for making dinner,” Steve tries again. “I didn’t mean to be such a jackass, especially when you were just looking out for me.”

Finally, you turn around and Steve is met with your sullen expression. Your cheeks feel hot and you don’t know if it’s from your fight or from being curled up in your bed. “You’re right Steven, I was just trying to look out for you before you reached a burn out and you fucking exploded at me.”

Steve's silent for a moment, thinking over your words before answering you. “I think,” He pauses for a moment before carrying on. “I think I’m already burnt out, baby. I never should have reacted to you like that, and if I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have.”

Shame fills Steve like hot acid, coiling in the pit of his stomach. “I'm so sorry. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you, Y/N. Being burnt out isn't an excuse for my lack of stress management. I'll try to manage my work and stress better from now on, baby.”

Pushing the covers back you sit up in bed. “Yeah, I think you are.” You pause, adjusting your position in bed before continuing. “You hurt me, yelling at me to fuck off.”

It's then that Bucky enters the bedroom with a gentle knock. “Are we all made up?” He asks.

Steve looks to you for the answer. “Yeah,” you smile softly, “we’re all made up. Stevie is just burnt out.” Before Steve can sag in relief at hearing his nickname slip from your lips, you point your finger at him. “But pull that shit again and you can go sleep outside for a fucking week.”

Quickly, Steve nods his head up and down, up and down, and up and down. “Can I hold you?”

“Yes,”

“Thank fuck,” Bucky interrupts. The both of you look at him with raised brows. Bucky shrugs his shoulders at the looks the two of you give him. “Just glad Stevie has his head out of his ass finally.”

A small chuckle escapes you as you shoot your boyfriend's a wink. “Yeah, but he still has some making up to do.”

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