This is a very messy masterlist & I’ll work on it more soon because it looks meh right now but this is just so people can locate my work better :)
Series:
The Other woman:
When we were young:
fluff - angst - fluff/angst
but what a lovely way to go (0.3k) ↴
reader and genya have a talk about the darkling.
brighter than the sun (0.3k) ↴
aleksander can't help but regret the choice to leave you as he looks at alina and only sees you.
darker than the shadows (0.6k) ↴
reader thinks back at her relationship with the darkling and wishes she could turn back.
still mine? (0.7k) ↴
reader is betrothed to the darkling but she catches him kissing alina.
scary tall man (1.3k) ↴
aleksander loves to tease the reader but when someone else does it, he's ready to defend her.
Part 1 is here 😝 also there’s so many song requests and majority are Ariana Grande and I’ve never been a fan of her but omg some of the songs you guys requested are absolutely amazing so I think I kinda like her now
He wasn't waiting at the gates for you nor was he in your shared chambers when you returned, your rugged appearance only alarming to the Healers as Ivan basically carried you through the Little Palace halls. You were blind by the rage bubbling inside of you and numbed by the humiliation seeping deep into your bones.
Not only was it because of the hushed whisper fight back in the camp where he didn't hold back on his jabs or his volume, but now he left you to hang, blatantly ignoring you and prioritizing a girl over his partner in a potentially fatal attack. It was bound to let loose a million and one different rumors, rumors where you suffered the most. No Grisha would dare blame their General, and no matter how much respect they had for you, you were always going to be the scapegoat. It happened before and will happen again, but this time you had a fleeting suspicion he wouldn't defend you.
My heart has had enough, of the give and take
The urge to cry was overwhelming as you shed your clothing and slipped into the scorching bath. Your muscles and bruises ached from the fighting and horseriding but you hurt the most.
Today wasn't the first time you let tears slip out because of Aleksander, in fact, you only ever cry because of him. You loved him so much, yet all that came from your relationship lately was heartache and pain. One good day without a fight equaled days of unrest and tensions. You were exhausted and drained, nothing made you happy anymore. It was as if he was sucking the joy out of your life but simultaneously was the only thing to give you joy.
Danger, how you hold me.
The sweet nothings he whispered into your ear as you fell asleep, the talks of a better future where he spoke of marrying you, even something as small as holding your hand while walking through Palace gardens. It all made you smile and set the memories into the concrete of your mind, holding onto them when times got tough.
But now times were tough, they were at a peak and the good memories were replaced by all the bad ones. You tried to fight them, tried to fight the horrible voice in your head that screamed as loud as it could: Let him go.
The bawling started then and never ceased. The water got cold but you didn't seem to care that you were shaking from the temperature, or were you shaking from the realization you would have to end it with Aleksander? You didn't know. Only when a knock sounded on the door did you momentarily stop.
'Ms.Y/L/N, Should I send in the Healer to finish working on you?' a maid questioned.
'In a minute.' You cringed at your voice, it was raw and croaky from your fit of sobs. You got up and grabbed the black robe, securing it on your body before opening the door and letting the Healer do his job. Usually, the itching would annoy you, but this time you paid it no mind as you reflected on your situation.
He finished working on your leg in a matter of minutes and excused himself just as another maid brought in your dinner. You ate alone in the confines of your bedroom, your hair still wet and donning his robe. There was no energy in you to get dressed or to move to the bed to sleep your tiredness off. You wouldn't until he got here.
You needed to put yourself first, to set your foot down and demand his attention. You wanted to be the old Y/N, the one before Aleksander got to you. She was kind and sweet, a humble orphan, never feared by anyone, and good at her job. You hoped you could be her again, hoped that Aleksander's smooth words wouldn't wind you in again and chop a piece of you away.
The doors finally opened and his boots echoed along the hardwood floors.
'You're back.' He came up to you and kissed the top of your head where your hair was now perfectly dry. Before today you would've thought it was a sweet gesture, an endearing kiss to show his love, but now you saw it for what it was: routine.
He continued further into the room, not noticing your tear-stained face or puffy eyes.
'I brought the Sun-Summoner before the King today, I have his permission to train her, it's as if he thought I cared for his opin-' He paused, eyes finally taking you in. You stared out the window in front of you, the same place you had been looking at for hours. He took note of the scrapes on your hands and bruise on the side of your temple, but what garnered his interest was the look of pure melancholy on your face.
'Y/N?'
'You left me there, left all of us'
'What?' He was taken aback.
'There were four times as many of them as there was us and you left.' Your voice was void of any emotion.
'There was plenty of Grisha with you, Ivan was there. Besides, they would have fled knowing I was there.'
'You're not getting it, I was there.' That's all that should matter to you. 'They didn’t flee. I almost died Aleksander. You told me to give my kefta to her and it almost cost me my life.'
'She's the Sun-Summoner.'
'I don't care.' You spit with venom so strong he flinched but stayed quiet but you continued, letting the ball drop. 'I'm leaving the Little Palace. Station me somewhere around the borders. It's for the best.'
As soon as the words left your lips another wave of pain washed over you. How were you supposed to live without him? My love knows no bounds, and it yearns for a man that doesn't care for me.
'You're leaving me?'
'It's for the best.' You repeated and looked away from him, not being able to stand his poised face and calm composure. He was supposed to be upset, shout and scream for you to stay, but he looked....normal.
‘I’m sure the Second Army could do with a skilled soldier on one of the fronts. I’m no good rotting here in the palace.’
He stayed silent and as the seconds ticked by, it was visible his demeanor was falling apart.
'The best for me or you?' There it was, denial. The slight edge to his voice and the flexing of his hands, perhaps even the glisten to his eye.
'Don't do this, don't turn this around on me Aleksander. I have spent the majority of these last few months crying because of you. I have nobody to turn to, all my friends are scared me, they fear me and it's all your fault.' You wiped the tears as they rolled down your face with the sleeve of his black robe. 'I can't do this anymore.'
'You can't just up and run.' Is he upset about his best soldier leaving or me leaving?
'What else am I to do?'
'You don't have to leave the Palace' He took small steps towards you, the reality of the situation hitting him.
'I do. For if I stay I'll see you around and I'll hurt even more. Please, let me go.' You went back to staring out the window because if you had to look at his devasted face, you would crumble.
He kneeled down beside you and tried to grasp your hands but you pulled away. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see his head drop in defeat. You wanted to reach out, hug him, tell him you're staying, put a stop to his sadness but that voice screamed again: Put yourself first. You're the one who's been hurting to make sure he's okay.
'I'll stay in a spare room from now until I leave'
The chair squeaked as you stood up, but Aleksander stayed put. You went to leave, to put all this behind you and start fresh, bring the old Y/N back, but a whisper pulled you back. With your forehead resting against the cool of the door, you resisted the urge to turn around.
'I love you Y/N.'
'I know, I love you too'
I'd rather you leave me lonely, even though it hurts
You're a dangerous love
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SYNOPSIS: The Bridgertons are great friends of your family and you find yourself particularly close to the artist. While your ties with Benedict Bridgerton has proven to be one of the things you and Benedict treasure the most, your fear of the unknown has only resulted to more pain and pining. As you traverse through adulthood, you found yourself growing together and then, growing apart. (The third entry to my Bridgerton Ball event) REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: MAJOR angst, canon and non-canon events (still related to canon events), not proofread, fluff at the end, mentions of smut PAIRINGS: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Kate Sharma x platonic!reader (i love their friendship) WORD COUNT: 8.8k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs
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When Benedict was accepted into the academy for arts, you were one of the first people to know. It happened because you were with him, Colin, and Eloise in their house in Kent. Benedict has been your closest friend, having grown up together. You were slightly younger than him as you were the same age as Colin but you have always had a friendship like no other.
While Anthony was off to do his duties, Benedict had the liberties to do whatever he pleases. The same liberties go with Colin too.
Your friendship with the Bridgertons has been natural. It was an innate instinct that you all shared because your mothers’ greatest friends were each other. You have witnessed Anthony’s assumption of being the Viscount, Benedict’s artistic pursuits, Colin’s thirst for travel, Daphne’s marriage to Simon, Eloise’s strengthening world view, and everything else. They, too, had the pleasure to witness your older brother’s marriage and your introduction to society.
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female!Reader
Summary: Months after you’ve left the team, you’re pulling yourself together with the help of a certain blond super soldier who just so happens to steal your newly fixed heart the same way his best friend did.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Feels, Language, Alcohol
Word Count: 6.1K
A/N: Part Two is here at last! I can’t stand the angst. I hate being 'mad’ at Bucky. He deserves the world and I love him with all my heart. But for the sake of fan fiction, we must dislike him at some points. Any who, have this nice slice of part two.
Recovering from the heartbreak Bucky and Nat caused was easily the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do in your life.
However you managed to do it.
It took months, mostly spent with Steve, but you got over both of them and the pain they caused.
Sure, you hated them at first but now, now you don’t care. You’re not going to let them hold you down. You’re not going to go running back to either of them or The Avengers, but you don’t hold any hatred towards them anymore.
“(Y/n)?” You smile and jump off your bed.
You run into Steve’s arms and sigh. “I missed you Steve! So much!” You pull away quickly and look him up and down. “The mission went smoothly and I didn’t get hurt. None of us did.” You smile, relief flooding through you. “So, how’ve you been?” You know he’s referring to the whole Bucky situation.
“Well, I listened to a bunch of post-breakup songs, ate about thirty pounds of ice cream, and went outside a lot while you were gone these three weeks. I can say confidently that I am no longer heartbroken because of James Barnes and Natasha Romanoff.” He smiles and pulls you into another huge hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.
“That’s amazing!” You giggle and pull away to look up at him when he sets you on your feet. “I never would’ve been able to have done it without you. Thank you. So much.”
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff
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warnings: angst, pain, heartbreak, cheating, literally so much angst
He assured you his past with Natasha was just that: The past.
So why is it that when you came home from a mission earlier than expected you caught him in bed with her, his hands brushing her hair back like he would do with yours as he softly utters her name so fondly it felt like a knife was twisting your gut. But that’s not the worst of it.He goes on to tell her he loves her. He tells her he loves her so easily when he always struggled to say the same to you.
You should’ve known better.
You should’ve seen it coming.
You should’ve realized what those sympathetic looks you were getting from both Steve and Clint were.
Betrayal isn’t enough to express what you feel.
And there was no way you could ever forgive that.
You snapped out of your daze, looking at Bruce hunched over a few of his blueprints scattered across the metal table. It’s been over a year since you packed your shit up and left the tower, leaving nothing more than your Transfer letter at S.H.I.E.L.D HQ and an empty room on the top floor where all the Avengers resided. You wanted an out, unable to look at your ex-lover and ex-friend in the eye, much less, trust them with your life. Any ounce of trust you had in them flew out the window the minute you found out about their affair.
You just didn’t think Bruce Banner would go with you.
“You should get some rest.”
Bruce’s soft voice makes you blink out of your stupor. He must’ve sensed that you were staring at him, his body language suggesting he himself was exhausted but he knew you were far more worn out. A back to back mission takes its toll on you. You hadn’t had a decent sleep in over two weeks and you were simply dying to have a good night’s rest. Bruce finally looks up at you, a small, warm smile gracing his face. The smile that always assured you things will be fine and you would move passed this. If someone told you a year ago that Bruce would become someone so important to you, you would’ve laughed and played it out as a joke. Back then when he was Natasha’s lover, you hardly ever said a word to one another. He was awkward and socially constipated, and you came off as cold, not to mention wary of the other guy that lived in Banner’s body. Sure, you two were teammates. But that was all it was and at the time, that was more than enough.
The moment you found out about their infidelity, Bruce did too.
And it was chaotic.
It resulted in hulk out, the other avengers desperately trying to contain him as he charged at Bucky, and a naked, sheet-clutching Natasha looked on desperately, trying to soothe the green guy with her voice.
Obviously, that didn’t work.
If anything, it made it worse.
Long story short Tony had to get all his armor out there including the Hulk Buster to finally hold him down along with the others. That was the last time you saw the Hulk. It was also the last time you or Banner saw your teammates.
Your jaw clenched at the word. Teammates. The people who you put your trust in, blind faith. The people who knew about the affair but didn’t say a word. Tony and Thor were the only ones who didn’t know, so you couldn’t have resented them. But Steve and Clint? They knew, and they kept it to themselves. And for that, you could never look at them the same way without feeling the sharp pain of betrayal. The all too consuming rage and disgust.
“You should listen to your own advice, Bruce.”
You walked over to him, gently pressing a hand to his shoulder and feeling how tense he was. He was nervous, clearly hiding something from you and you had to find out what. Living together -platonically- had been a huge therapy session. You both lived at the SHIELD building in California, having your own designated rooms, but more often than not, you two would have sleepovers. Bruce had become your best friend, if not brother, and you were just as important to him. It got to the point where he replaced Nat’s name with yours under the emergency contact and you replaced Bucky’s with his.
He was your support, your friend, and the only person who really knew what you felt.
He was the only one who understood the pain and heartbreak and agony you went through. The only one who can say he knows what you’re dealing with.
“What’s wrong?”
You ask, frowning when his eyes drop to the floor and he nervously pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The tip of his tongue runs across his bottom lip. A habit he had when he was feeling antsy and a little concerned.
“We need to go back.”
It’s those five words that made your blood go cold. He didn’t need to specify what he meant. You knew damn well what he meant. But you didn’t understand why he would say such a thing when he knew just as well as you did, that you both didn’t have anything there. Here, you had a life. There, you had the remains of broken trust, love and friendship. Why on Earth would you ever go back?
“Bruce-”
“Tony isn’t well.”
That stumps you for a moment. You stare at him, his gaze unyielding as you search those eyes. Trying to depict anything of what he was saying before he gives you the final blow.
“What are you talking about.”
Bruce sighs, taking his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes. Seconds go by, nothing but complete silence spread between you two in the lab when finally, Bruce begins to speak.
“Tony… the kid- Peter, he got caught up in some trouble. Found a hydra base and went in by himself. There were explosives around the building. He got rid of em before rushing in.”
Bruce swallows, running his tongue across his bottom lip,
“He forgot one. There were kids in there. Test subjects Hydra was keeping and he got them out but there was one more room and Tony- he, he had to stay behind and make sure the kids got out and the building just…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. And the silence spreads out again.
“Is he alive?”
“Comatose. Pepper and Rhodey are holding on but…”
He shakes his head and the wave of sadness that fills you up is enough to solidify your decision. It wasn’t about Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat or even Bucky. This was about your friends and you’d be damned if you let something like cowardice get in the way of supporting the people you care for. You can’t be so selfish, so bitter that you can’t be there for the ones who hadn’t betrayed you. The people who cared. So you look at Bruce and nod, taking his hand in yours and giving it a light squeeze as you tell him,
“I’ll get the jet ready.”
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Bucky pounds his fists into the bag, beads of sweat rolling down his temples as he takes in a shuddering breath. He can feel his blood pumping, his adrenaline rushing through his body but he pulls away to grab the bottle of water he left at the bench. He finishes the whole thing in one sitting, not bothering to look behind him when he senses someone walking in.
“Thought you had a date with Carter.”
Bucky smiles, a little strained when he feels the soreness of his muscles shoot up. Steve walks up to him, unable to return the smile and drops his gaze to the floor. Bucky instantly knew something was wrong. All prior traces of teasing wiped from his face when he takes in the grim expression on his best friend’s face.
“Steve what’s-”
“Tony got in an accident. He’s in a coma.”
Out of anything Steve could have said, that was certainly not what he expected. He doesn’t know how to respond. It feels surreal. Sure, he and Stark have a hard time getting along, especially since after-
No.
Bucky grinds his teeth, forcing his thoughts to stray away from you. He tries not to remember you. Not to say your name. Not to see those pretty eyes in his sleep, or hear your voice or see that smile. It’s slowly killing him every time he fails to forget. It kills him knowing exactly what it was he lost. What it was he pushed away. Even after a year, it still hurts just as much as it did before.
“A meeting’s been called in. Fury wants all of us to be there.”
Steve lifts his eyes to meet Bucky’s gaze,
“They called her too.”
And it’s those four words that drench over him like a bucket of ice water. His eyes widen, lips part in a soundless reply as Steve’s words sink in. He can’t figure out what exactly it is he’s feeling because there was too much all at the same time. He feels shock, happiness, excitement, sadness- guilt. Fucking hell, does he feel guilt. It’s been over a year since he’s last seen you. Since he’s last seen your face, but it’s been even longer since he last held you. Bucky’s fists clench at his sides.
His throat has gone dry and he tried to muster up his composure but Steve can see through it. Even when Bucky clears his throat and wipes his face of any emotion and goes: “Is she coming?”, Steve can see the underlying nervousness inside him. He can see how vulnerable he really was with this revelation.
“I’m not sure. She hasn’t gone back to us.”
He tells him honestly and he pretends not to see the disappointment on Bucky’s face,
“But knowing (Y/N)… she and Tony were really close. They still keep in contact so the chances that she’ll be here is more than likely.”
Bucky didn’t like that. He wished she was coming. He wanted to see her face. To see how she’s been over these several months. To see if she changed her hair color, her style, if she laughs the same, smiled the same. If she was still his (Y/N). If she was happier… without him.
He doesn’t even want to consider the possibility of her having someone else. He doesn’t want to think about the chance that you have another in your life. That you have someone there sleeping in his side of the bed. Or well, what used to be his side of the bed. Bucky doesn’t want to think about it. Doesn’t want to entertain the possibility that someone out there has your heart in his hands. That someone out there is holding you tight at night, kissing those luscious lips of yours, telling you how beautiful you are or how much he loves you only to hear you say it back.
Like he used to with you.
He doesn’t want to know if someone has essentially filled in the space he left behind.
The spot in your heart he used to own.
It makes his chest tighten. Unbidden pain pulsing from his heart.
Steve’s phone suddenly goes off. The annoying beeping is what snaps Bucky out of his trance. It’s almost pathetic how much he mulls over this when the reason he was in this situation was his stupid decisions in the first place. He was the jackass, the cheater, the unfaithful and yet he acts as if he’s the one who hurt the most. He feels the hate for himself bubble up in his chest. Bucky watches Steve’s face go through two stages when he answers the phone. One; confusion. The other, shock.
When Steve finally gets off the phone and looks Bucky right in the eyes, he knows. He knows what the phone call is about. His heart pounds hard against his chest as he waits for the words to spill from Steve’s lips. The silence is infuriatingly thick. Seconds feel like hours as he waits for Steve’s confirmation, but what he has to say leaves Bucky ominous about what’s to come.
And what’s worse?
Jealousy.
He feels unadulterated jealousy.
“She’s here. She’s here, but she’s not alone. She’s with Banner.”
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a/n: If you want to be tagged for the next chapter, just let me know in the comments and I’ll add you from then on :-)
Request: Hi Tori! You’re like my favorite author ever. Could you maybe write one where Bucky cheats on the reader, of course she’s heartbroken and when he realizes what he’s done he does everything to get her back? With happy or sad ending, whatever you prefer.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: (AU) Set in New York. You and Bucky have been married for 5 years. He’s the love of your life and you are his. At least, you thought you were until he started slipping away from you, coming home late and smelling of another woman’s perfume? You are in denial. Are you just losing your mind or are you really losing him?
Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Mentions of abuse, Abuse
